I had to keep reminding myself it was written in the 1950s, ten years before Stonewall. There was not much to locate it in time. I haven't decided if that is good--ie, makes it universal, or bad--missing its grounding in history.

It was an intense study of the self-hatred promoted by the homophobia of the times and its disastrous effects of partners, both male and female. There were stereotypical characters, but the two main ones were well developed.

It was a page turner, starting with something like this: tonight is the last night before the worst morning in my life. I liked the use of flashback to tell the story ( I seem to say that a lot.) The transitions of time were clear.