Using a familiar structure and plot, Horse Crazy chronicles a writer’s obsession with a younger, drug-addicted artist as he falls into a pit of longing and loneliness. He claims he won’t be swept away by “love”, yet his desperation is evident on every page. He’s often delusional, sometimes narcissistic, yet still oddly endearing. He desires desire, even when he knows he’s looking in the wrong places. In other words, it’s perfect for Sad Gay Winter.— Gage
One of the messiest, most humiliating relationships ever committed to paper. Horse Crazy features maybe my favorite villain (and victim?) in all of queer literature, and of course he just has to have a perfect ass. Gary Indiana is an absolute wizard at turning the worst life has to offer into the most delightfully bitchy gossip.— Miguel
"This story, if it is one, deserves the closure of a suicide, perhaps even the magisterial finality of what is usually called a novel, but the remnants of that faraway time offer nothing more than a taste of damp ashes, a feeling of indeterminacy, and the obdurate inconclusiveness of passing time."
So writes the unnamed narrator of Horse Crazy, looking back on a season of madness and desire. The first novel from the brilliant, protean Gary Indiana, Horse Crazy tells the story of a 35-year-old writer for a New York arts and culture magazine whose life melts into a fever dream when he falls in love with the handsome, charming, possibly heroin-addicted, and almost certainly insane Gregory Burgess.
In the derelict brownstones of the Lower East Side in the late 80s, among the coked-out restauranteurs and art world impresarios of the supposed "downtown scene", the narrator wanders through the fog of passion. Meanwhile, the AIDS epidemic is spreading through the city, and New York friendships sputter to an end. Here is a novel where the only moral is that thwarted passion is the truest passion, where love is a hallucination and the gravest illness is desire.