As a gay man I’ve held a long fascination and attachment to James Hilton’s novel Lost Horizon (first published in 1933), and I want to examine its deeper meaning for me (and for us as gay people), apart from any literary merit it may possess. The book has enjoyed huge popularity over the years, boosted by major film adaptations, but, as far as I know, no one has looked at it in this way until now. Read the rest of this entry »