Also known as SwitchBack.This book is awsome! Lots of suspense.Can't wait to see the movie!

When I read "Jeb and Dash" I knew I had to own it. The book was lent to me by my gay comrade; he had written rubrics throughout the book expressing his own angst and joy. I found my joy in the book; I had already experienced the angst.

The life of these young men in a Washington I know, knew, love and loved, reaches deep within me. The college life at W&L is mirror of many gay men -- especially those of us who attended university in the 1950s -- and the saddness, anger, anxiety that Jeb experiences creates for the reader a powerful catharsis. Yes, it was me -- then.

What makes this beautiful book readable is the writing. Jeb obviously had a skill to weave and relate his story, to observe homosexual life accurately, to be part of a homosexual world and feel the anger of repression. Yet he functions in the unreal heterosexual world that dominates all our lives.

Lastly, as the book unfold in his "beautiful" Washington -- a place he does not want to leave -- my home, my Meridian Hill, my parks, my capitol, my White House all become as real as if we were there in his day.

The comrade,who lent me the book, and I spoke at length of this text. I told him, since I am over 60, this is a Washington I remember. A Washington that came to an end with the murder of JFK and Martin Luther King, Jr. Yet, when homosexual oppression reared its ugly head, Lady Bird and President Johnson were loath to condemn the people they worked with and trusted. Jeb's adoration of Wilson mirrored my adoration of JFK.

This book pleases. The four stars say that the book is not a "masterpiece." It certainly is a treasure in gay literature.

"Jeb Alexander" is a pseudonym for a gay man who lived in Washington, D.C., for the first half of the twentieth century. He was prolific in keeping a diary, which he left to his niece, Ina Russell, who has edited the many volumes down to this one small, but meaty, book.

As a native Washingtonian, I most appreciated Jeb's take on the mundane details of Washington life, and of gay life at a time when homosexuals had no socially-accepted methods of meeting each other. Somehow, he managed to find several like-minded friends, including his school chum, "Dash," for whom he seemed to have carried a lift-long torch. More accurately, he was fixated on Dash.

Jeb Alexander, was a government worker; not a bureaucrat, simply one of the many people who do their daily stints year after year until they are eligible for a pension. He wanted to be a writer. He was a copious writer, but only when it came to his hand-written diaries. One could argue that at least he ultimately was published (30 years after his death) but he was not the kind of writer he aspired to be.

There seems to be an underlying sad parallel between the prolific diarist / stalled writer that Jeb was and the energy that he wasted as a result of his obsession with his friend. Because of either his constitution or his circumstances, he seemed averse to being alive, and frittered away his time in pursuits that I can't imagine he ever felt would amount to anything.

"Jeb and Dash" is a portrait of a "small" life-small like the lives most of us live. I enjoyed the view the book gave of some of the trivia of daily life and of my hometown. I also enjoyed the view it gave of some of the ways gay men lived their lives at a time when it was tougher than today. And I enjoyed Jeb's story-sometimes it struck a familiar chord. And sometimes I just wanted to reach back through time and smack him on the face and say "Get over it."

But he lived in a different time.