A review by laissezfarrell
Pedro and Me: Friendship, Loss, and What I Learned by Judd Winick

3.0

As far as AIDS memoirs (and, to a large extent, memoirs in general) go, Winick's recounting of his friendship with Pedro Zamora is touching and emotionally-grabbing, but is far from revelatory. Winick's narrative lacks, of course, the first-hand experience of living with the disease and he tends to gloss over some of the myriad societal ramifications. But he does paint a personal, wistful portrait of a lost friend and goes to great lengths to show how their friendship impacted his own life.

Maybe it's because I like righteous anger, but I was hoping for some Paul Monette-style rage at the mainstream for side-lining the AIDS disaster in general and homosexuality in specific. But that wasn't Winick's aim, I guess, so I should get over that.