I received a Kindle copy of the appalling “gay” book by the “gay” French writer – and I use the term writer loosely.
Damian Thompson’s review says it all better than I could:
An exposé of high-ranking gays in the Catholic Church bears the fingerprints of the Pope’s closest advisors
Team Francis are playing a nasty game in encouraging this attack on their conservative enemies
Martel is, to put it charitably, an odd fish. He is besotted with Rimbaud, sleeping beside a volume of his poetry, and the generation of tortured French gay artists and intellectuals who followed him. He presses a ‘white volume’ (he won’t say what it is) into the hands of his inter-viewees. On almost every page he outs himself as a raging bore.
He’s more than an odd fish, though. He’s a menace, because he hasn’t bothered to equip himself with basic theological knowledge.
I know why the Pope’s hardline allies, known as Team Francis, indulged Martel.They wanted a hit job on their conservative enemies; he was writing this book and they saw their chance. [….]
Unfortunately for Team Francis, they have landed themselves in The Pink Panther rather than The Day of the Jackal.