The Lost Language of Cranes focuses on a very specific time and place in queer history, and as a result any given reader’s mileage may vary. The story focuses on the Benjamin family, consisting of parents Owen and Rose and son Philip. Owen and Rose are in danger of losing their apartment, and Owen and Philip are both closeted gay men living in 1980s New York.

I want to start by saying that I enjoyed the read overall, because I did indeed finish it. The story was interesting, and I appreciated the sheer amount of introspection we’re given from all of the different perspectives. The very last scene is brilliantly written, and I think it is an image I’ll be thinking about for days to come.

I say all this first because I have some big gripes that I’ll be going into now.

There is an additional subplot about a Black lesbian named Jerene that, frankly, does not get enough time in the spotlight. There is so much more that Leavitt could have done with her and her story, but as it is, it just seems like it was thrown in as a way to have additional representation (and to explain the title of the book). It feels like there was a half-hearted attempt to tie Jerene’s story in with Philip’s, but it ultimately felt like she was playing the role of the main character’s boy-trouble confidant, which, ew.

Rose, Owen’s wife and Philip’s mother, becomes intolerable toward the last third or so of the book. It made me want to throw my book at the wall with how much I despised her. This is all fine, but Leavitt seems to be trying to gain her some sympathy points toward the very end, which – hell no. She’s an awful, selfish person, and she doesn’t deserve a redemption arc, as flimsy as this one is.

Because this book was written in the 80s – the same time in which the book takes place – there are things that readers today may struggle with, internalized homophobia chief among them. I’m an advocate for reading with the time and place in mind, but others may not be able to do so. That’s worth keeping in mind before checking this one out.

All in all, it’s clear that Leavitt is a good writer, and the use of scene and character is great; I’d be interested in reading Leavitt’s other work. I just wish the women were treated a little differently than they are here.