College professor Jesse del Ruth has been abandoned. Thirty years into their relationship, Jesse witnesses his husband, Norman, get out of bed late one night, walk into their Joshua Tree backyard, step into a strange beam of light and . . . disappear. How could Norman desert him after a lifetime together? Where did he go? And, most confoundingly . . . will he ever return?
Wonderfully pointed ... Rowley doesn’t shy away from the hard questions, and the novel is all the better for it. Take Me With You is a joyously bittersweet meditation on queer aging and the ridiculousness of love and living.
An unflinching look at a stagnating marriage and our collective dismay with the world in which we live ... This book isn’t just an enormously satisfying addition to Rowley’s body of work, it’s a roadmap for how to live alongside the existential dread with which many of us wake every day.
Adeptly balances the absurdity of Jesse’s circumstances with the sensitive portrayal of a longtime couple at a crossroads. Recommend to readers of humorous but moving fiction.
