First of all, I'm glad to have read this. However, it was a very challenging book to get through. Arenas, who was a gay writer in Cuba during the Batista and Castro regimes and a survivor of an impoverished youth, writes about his life candidly. His descriptions of childhood were often disturbing. The anecdotes of his sexual encounters bored me to death. These were sometimes peppered with braggadocio, and an often machismo tone, which didn't help.