You can pretty easily compare Donald Trump and Ronald Reagan, the way they’ve minimized the disease, dismissed the deaths under their watch, turned public health into politics. Of course, there are a lot of differences between the two – the age of those affected, the transmission, the level of scientific advancements, the media narrative, etc – but the parallels are still there.

So it would be nearly impossible not to draw parallels between that and the AIDS epidemic. So – obviously – I read this book during the coronavirus pandemic. The two intertwining stories take us through the heartbreak of the eighties and the chaos of the modern world, as both Yale and Fiona struggle to find goodness in the midst of disaster.” Where I’m At: While staying with an old friend, a famous photographer who documented the Chicago crisis, she finds herself finally grappling with the devastating ways AIDS affected her life and her relationship with her daughter. Thirty years later, Fiona is in Paris tracking down her estranged daughter who disappeared into a cult. Soon the only person he has left is Fiona, Nico's little sister. One by one, his friends are dying and after his friend Nico's funeral, the virus circles closer and closer to Yale himself.

Yet as his career begins to flourish, the carnage of the AIDS epidemic grows around him. “In 1985, Yale Tishman, the development director for an art gallery in Chicago, is about to pull off an amazing coup, bringing in an extraordinary collection of 1920s paintings as a gift to the gallery. I do wish some of the characters/relationships were fleshed out a bit more, but overall it was a heartbreaking and engrossing account of the AIDS epidemic, as well as what happens to those who are left behind. And what’s Horatio supposed to do with it? What the hell does Horatio do in act six?” In Brief:

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