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I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It's a funny, charming and very positive account of Quentin Crisp's unusual life in New York City. Although Crisp was in his seventies or eighties when he wrote these journals, he was remarkably active and alert. Given the writer's general unconventionality, one might expect that these journals would be shocking or risqué, but they are neither. Crisp is far too much of a gentleman for that. After reading Resident Alien I felt better about the world, more tolerant towards others and better about myself. Quentin Crisp, who is now dead, had a special gift for cheering others up and for making the world seem like a less dreary place. This book is delightful.
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