James Lear, the nom de plume of writer Rupert Smith, returns with another helping of his signature gay erotica this month with The Hardest Thing, published by Turnaround. Smith, a Green Carnation Prize nominee for the superb Man's World and winner of Stonewall Writer of the Year in 2010, gained a reputation as a purveyor of erotica through Lear's adventures of Bostonian detective Mitch Mitchell in a series of Agatha Christie pastiches The Back Passage, The Secret Tunnel and A Sticky End.
Prior to this Lear had already explored historical romance and adventure with The Low Road, a somewhat filthier version of Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped; a full blown, if you'll pardon the pun, homage to Margaret Mitchell's Gone With the Wind in The Hot Valley; and with the Wildean 19th Century theatrical capers of Palace of Varieties.
Subverting period was Lear's thing it seemed and these books were all the more delicious because his erotic reworking of genre was fueled by his abiding love for such authors as Stevenson, Dumas, Dickens, Christie and Galsworthy. These books successfully used period adventure and mystery as a form of transgression, a knowingly camp suggestion of an entirely different world existing behind the boy's own adventures of David Balfour or the stiff-upper lips of the English aristocracy when they discover a body in their libraries. That world was filled with Lear's trademark, highly descriptive use of the sex scene.





