Tricyclist

This is a book about life and art in all its wonderful, imperfect strangeness.

Between the fashion and the orgies, Tricyclist approaches a nouveau roman pitch of hungry abstraction. . . . [An] adventurous, ravenous novel.

Joon Oluchi Lee offers a portrait of a youngish gay man who is unabashedly comfortable with his body and sexuality, and delightfully devoted to fashion, art, his dog, and his friends. Frank, fun, and thoughtful.

It was a pleasure to spend time with Howie as he immerses himself in the sights and rhythms of San Francisco at the turn of the millennium. Readers longing for a glimpse of this vanished world will certainly get their fix.

I admired [Lee’s] skillful command of . . . ambiguous, yet revelatory moments between people. Lee understands the lifelong struggle to understand oneself and others, and the seemingly insignificant acts that concretize or demolish this solidity we desire.

[A] poetic, sexy novel.

[Tricyclist] is a 60/40 split of outfit descriptions and sex scenes. I loved it. The prose is exact, stylish, sometimes playfully coquettish, and often bitterly funny.