Real Rating: 4.5* of five, rounded down for some residual resentment at the ending

The bones of this story are based on Hemingway and Hart Crane, a sadly now-forgotten poet popular in the 1920s for his exaggeratedly obscurantist poetry. He was much on the model of T.S. Eliot, though far more, um, <I>impressionistic</i> in his vocabulary and stylistic affectations. For all that, he had a spark of some beautiful thing, a light that shone from his lines (as oddly heard as they were:
<blockquote>The willows carried a slow sound,
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.
I could never remember
That seething, steady leveling of the marshes
Till age had brought me to the sea.</blockquote>
These lines are from "Repose of Rivers" which is from his seminal collection <I>White Buildings</i>. Modern Queer Theory proponents like Thomas Yingling and Tim Dean have pushed back against heteronormative readings of Crane's poetry, arguing that his gayness was central to his sense of himself, and his sense of being a social pariah for his queerness was central to his poet's identity.

Any road, the friendship between Hemingway (a hugely overpraised writer in my never-remotely humble opinion) and Crane is not factual; it's factual that, had it happened, this is the way it would've ended given Hemingway's known homophobia.

The thing that drew me ever deeper into this read was the beautiful creative world these two inhabited, the joyous freedom of childhood and adolescence spent with light supervision allowing them to muse and think and just *be*. The way the words knit and tat and crochet the strands of character and story together was magical. There's really very little said, apart from a seriously climactic scene, about their natural world...and even that scene is far more about Hal's thoughts and feelings. The characters, based on real men, are themselves and not merely mouthpieces for a plot full of contrivances. It hews as closely to the known life-events of the men as it's possible to do within the confines of writing one's own story.

While the ending was a saddening thing to read, it was factual in its results and outlines. What I'd recommend to readers is that they come to this tale of the valences of long-term friendships, especially same-gender ones, with a spirit of discovery. The novel is about the transformative nature of Love in its many, many, bizarre and unhappy and joyful forms. The love between men-friends is one of the toughest to show in fiction unless one resorts to sports as a central metaphor. In the case of Miller and Hal, the center of their long and loving friendship is Miller's appreciation of the adornments of Hal's poetical imagination and Hal's appreciation of Miller's grounded, practical masculinity. The tragedy of an ending is always there in the rapture of a beginning, isn't it.

It's actually a bit of a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying this read. I don't generally like tragic endings to queer stories but this one's both factual and handled with a real sensitivity to the story that's led up to it. The characters, always forefronted in Author Wainwright's hands, are very clearly heading into inevitability. Their hidden selves and their public presentations of self collide and fragment on the rocks of Love. It has happened forever; it will happen myriad times again. It's a testament to that reality's careful construction in <I>This Cleaving and This Burning</i> that it failed for once to trigger my knee-jerk hostility to this kind of ending.

I'll say this for Author Wainwright. Decades of writing, both poetry and novels, has led him into a beautiful green pasture of story that only he could inhabit with the lightness and rightness of touch to sell my resistant soul on such a painful, sad to read, finale for two fascinating characters.

I love the premise of this book. Well, I loved the book in general, but especially the premise. The author took a true event and turned it into a fictional story, which is always fascinating. The book is based on two authors, Ernest Hemingway and Hart Crane, who were born on the same day, in the same year, both in the Midwest. From there, the author takes a fictionalized look at what could have been if they had been born in the same town and become life long friends. It's an extremely poignant, moving novel.

The author wrote this novel based on the works and lives of Ernest Hemingway and Hart Crane, The two main characters are born on the same day in the same year to parents with the same first names. This bond leads to a deep and fulfilling friendship as they grow up. This friendship is tested when the issues sexual desire and identity begin. The struggles experienced by the characters was handled beautifully by the author's writing.

This is a love story.

Two men, born on the same day, are bonded for life. Both, equal in talent, are writers - however one achieves success while the other toils away for many years. There is love, there is loss.

The depth of this book is somewhat beyond description, it feels pithy to even try. It's a painful story that will stick with me for many years.

Thank to you J.A. Wainwright, the publishers and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review this book.

This book is like reading a masterpiece. I’ve never read another authors words that touched my heart like this one. It took me about 1/3 of the book to get into it but I still could not put it down. The relationship between Miller and Hal is complex and so real! Nicely done!