I've been reading them for a bunch of reasons - anthropological - I live half in this world and I don't know it very well, and these are a way to see the idealized (and often not so idealized) way they see themselves, and because they're sometimes good books and because maybe I could write one. The writing is workmanlike, but not spectacular,and that pretty well, I think, describes mine.
But this world is too alien. I don't have the right reactions to things. 18 is too young to get married, two months is too short for an engagement, a young man should aspire to support his family, both young men and women should aspire to college...these are my values and they're good ones, I think. And television is not an evil thing, and while I believe in the codes of modesty, there are times when pants are definitely indicated. And.
But the latest such book I read was interesting. Not in the subject matter, which was the typical round of parents/children and matchmaking, with a touch of danger, but in the blurb. "Gila's prospective new marriage is put in peril by her son's dark secret." The secret turned out to be that Yudi had witnessed a murder, but you know where *my* mind went. And even as I went there, I knew that I was wrong. These books *never* touch on sex or sexuality. Babies just...happen, and always to nice, religious married couples. The only books of this ilk that ever touch upon sex are the Naomi Ragen books, which are sold in mainstream bookstores.
BTW, she's good.
The thing of it is, I probably *could* write a book about homosexuality in the frum world. Except I know so many stories, and all of them are more interesting than what I could write about.
There's the man who moved to the other side of the planet, ending up in a neighborhood adjacent to one with a great many of his relatives, but not *in* it. There's the scion of the major Modern Orthodox family who found he was happier with a non-religious Jewish man than a non-Jew. There's the man who converted to Judaism and became a Chasid to run away from his sexuality, who married, had five children and then realized he couldn't lie anymore. He's still Jewish, still more or less religious, but his married daughter won't let him near his grandchildren. I saw him a few weeks ago.
There's the very sweet love story between the then shul president and the man he met in Boston. Peter, who was not particularly religious, left his home and his job to move in with Alex and embrace both the religious life and the synagogue, becoming an indispensable person almost immediately. Alex was raised religious, and left it when he grew up, only to come back because he had to say kaddish for his mother. We barely got to know his then lover at that point, and Alex was very closeted (or thought he was. I model Queen Jim after him), but since Peter came into his life and someone else has taken over the synagogue presidency, he's relaxed and gotten much happier. I hope they have a long life together.
And there's the mtf tg who left a wife and family to become a woman and get a...wife and family, and had a very difficult time of it.
The Lesbian couple who came to our old synagogue a couple of times to find themselves entirely welcome, until they outed themselves in a Jewish paper and disappeared.
And these are just the people I know personally, the people I know for certain are gay. There are others. I spoke of them in one of my first entries, Trembling Before G-d.
So, I could write a novel, I think, about being gay and being Orthodox and not being able to give up either. Except, I know too much. I know the reality, and I'm afraid of hurting the people I know and love.