New York author John Harris (also known as Noah Harris) is a 28-year-old bisexual man currently single and living in a small apartment in New York City. Though somewhat shy he is a humanitarian who sees the world in which we live as a community bonded in a natural approach to our feelings and ourselves and our interaction with others. His bisexual nature allows him to create well rounded characters – most all of his novels are M/M romances but they are much more than the usual erotica we encounter in film, television, and social media. Noah/John explores the boundaries of types and wields a strong brush as he paints his fascinating people.
John/Noah takes us on a trip back into the last century before gay rights, before Stonewall, before AIDS – a time when gay men were either sequestered into the private gay bars or in clusters of sections of big cities where sexual anonymity was imperative.
Now, enter John/Noah with a Midwestern (Ohio) take on the 1950’s that is a bit different than most authors take. Short example – ‘It meant something to him, to make people happy. That was something that had always been true about Tyler, and it was something that was about to get him into some trouble. He was handsome and well liked in town, at least among the females. He had strawberry blonde hair and high cheekbones, his eyes a dazzling green. He was tall and thin and always fashionable, working in a full suit, much like the men who ran off to their offices each morning, before their wives made their way to Diana’s, and into Tyler’s capable hands. And, of course, Tyler was gay. There was no hiding it; he simply had that quality. It made the men of his small Midwestern town uncomfortable, but most of the women, the ones who counted themselves among his clients, considered him a good friend. They could speak freely with him, and Tyler was glad people accepted him. So it was a strange thing, how despised the gay community was, but how accepted Tyler had become. He simply put it down to wives keeping their husband’s temperament in check. They liked Tyler, and appreciated his friendship, as well as his skill with scissors and hair curlers, and so the men didn’t bother him. He was off limits, as it were. And since he was off limits, so was Aidan. Tyler was thirty-one, and he lived with his boyfriend Aidan, who was three years his senior. They didn’t hide their relationship in their small town, but they did not flaunt it either.’
But tests do come so on to the plot synopsis.‘Tyler and Aiden are boyfriends living in 1950’s America. They’re gay and proud, but not exactly out. Most of the people in their small Ohio town know that they’re more than just roommates, and most people are willing to look the other way. But that doesn’t mean the two men are living in domestic bliss. There’s still the bricks through their window, and drunkards looking for a fight on their front porch. There are stresses more personal in nature in play a well. Aiden and Tyler seem to be growing bored. Their conversations are short and tense, their lovemaking purely physical. And then, an answer: The Black Room. It’s a club for people like them. A club where gay men and women can go and be themselves, without fear from the outside world. It’s a club where they can drink, and dance. It’s a club with a long hallway, with bedrooms on either side. Through the blue doors, you can have a private evening. Go into a bedroom with a red door however… and others may join you. Tyler and Aiden find the spice their crumbling relationship needs, but will The Black Room bring a set of brand new problems?’
Pepper almost every page with erotica and you have the latest steamy and well-scribed Harris novel. There does not see to be an end to the imagination and flowing tales that come from the Harris pen. Grady Harp, October 16