Reading this book, I was as totally engrossed as I was once upon a time plowing through all the books in my grandmother's garage when I was ten years old and spending a long hot summer. Holiday is fascinating, believable and unbelievable at the same time, a tale with riveting truths and great, delicious absurdities. Best to read this while you are at home sick; you won't want to go to work.
This book is wonderful, funny and sly and informative, ridiculous and sympathetic by turns. The writer is an avowedly gay man looking at a wholly different and topsy-turvy world through his own eyes. Don't forget that this was written 80 +/- years ago. Altogether delicious.