I enjoyed reading Josh Kilmer-Purcell's most recent memoir (The Bucolic Plague) so much that I wanted to find out more about his past. -Happily, he has another (earlier) memoir about his freakishly sordid past. This is the story of his first year in NYC where he worked in advertising during the day and as a drag queen at night. Never completely sober, he lived with his crack-addict male escort boyfriend in an austere penthouse high above the city. There were parts of the book that made me laugh, and other parts that made me cringe. Probably I learned more about drag queens and gay prostitutes than I thought I would, and I DO love learning new things.
I Am Not Myself These Days: A Memoir
Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea