I always look for how to translate the experience of music. Whether that is into words or pictures or sounds it doesn't matter. Andrew Holleran's Dancer from the Dance captures a segment of gay New York City. In the beginning chapters, before disco blew up, Holleran focuses his attentions on small and crazy dance parties where, "the next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata." An amazing prose stylist whose tragic-comedy is long overdue for a reprint.