Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I recently read Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in the excellent Norton Critical Edition (2021), edited by Deborah Lutz, after reading the review of the new Stevenson biography (Storyteller, Leo Damrosch, Yale University Press, 2025) in The New York Times in September 2025, which considers it to be his masterpiece.

I’m not sure I ever read it in French translation as a teenager, but who doesn’t know the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Reading Stevenson’s text directly, without even glancing at the introduction, I sense a strong homosexual undertone.

For example, this account, reported by a maid, describes a scene on a deserted street that she observes from her window – it resembles a sexual encounter gone wrong:

She became aware of an aged and beautiful gentleman with white hair, drawing near along the lane; and advancing to meet him, another and very small gentleman, to whom at first she paid less attention. When they had come within speech (which was just under the maid’s eyes) the older man bowed and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. It did not seem as if the subject of his address were of great importance; indeed, from his pointing, it sometimes appeared as if he were only inquiring his way; but the moon shone on his face as he spoke, and the girl was pleased to watch it, it seemed to breathe such an innocent and old-world kindness of dis-position, yet with something high too, as of a well-founded self-content. Presently her eye wandered to the other, and she was surprised to recognise in him a certain Mr. Hyde, who had once visited her master and for whom she had conceived a dislike. He had in his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an ill-contained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as the maid described it) like a madman. The old gentleman took a step back, with the air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and at that Mr. Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And next moment, with ape-like fury, he was trampling his victim under foot, and hailing down a storm of blows, under which the bones were audibly shattered and the body jumped upon the roadway. At the horror of these sights and sounds, the maid fainted.

And here is what I read in the introduction:

Just before Stevenson began writing Jekyll and Hyde, the artist John Singer Sargent painter him pacing in the Skerryvore dining room, Fanny sitting in a chair in a diaphanous dress and scarf. Men who gathered round him found his attractions almost mesmeric. Stevenson possessed, said one “more than any man I ever met, the power of making other men fall in love with him.” There is no proof that Stevenson ever had sex with men, and his relationship with Fanny remained close, if complicated. But his biographer Claire Harman notes that his dress and gestures echoed those of “Uranians” or “inverts” – that is, homosexuals. A homosocialism permeates Jekyll and Hyde, as it does many of his stories. In a world of bachelor men and their close circle of male clubs, women are excluded entirely. This was never exactly Stevenson’s own way, but his intimacy with his male friends remained a grounding center of his identity. After Jekyll and Hyde was published, some of Stevenson’s gay contemporaries found it alarming. One way of reading Jekyll’s unspecified desires, so overwhelming that he must act on them, but so shameful that he turns himself into a different person to do it, could include sex with other men.’ Stevenson’s friend John Addington Symonds, who struggled to suppress his own homosexual urges – longings considered sinful, degrading, and against nature to most of his contemporaries – wrote Stevenson that the story appalled him. It “touches one too closely,” he said, “most of us at some epoch of our lives have been upon the verge of developing a Mr. Hyde.”

And in Storyteller, in the chapter dedicated to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:

These eruptions of violence apparently struck Hollywood screenwriters as not sensational enough, and they inaugurated a tradition of reading Jekyll and Hyde as a story of sexual predation in the London underworld. The movie versions have been described as “smoky with sex in the interpolated orgy scenes.” Recent criticism has seized upon hints in surviving drafts of the story— the original draft underwent a lot of revision to elaborate on this interpretation. In one version Jekyll says, “From a very early age I became in secret the slave of disgraceful pleasures,” and in another, “I became in secret the slave of certain appetites. Some readers suspected that this meant sexual misbehavior; Gerard Manley Hopkins suggested to a friend that “the trampling scene is perhaps a convention: he was thinking of something unsuitable for fiction. Hopkins no doubt meant that the appetites were homosexual. Louis’s Davos friend Symonds, a painfully closeted homosexual, did apply Jekyll and Hyde to himself in that way:

“It makes me wonder whether a man has a right so to scrutinize “the abysmal deeps of personality.” It is indeed a dreadful book, most dreadful because of a certain moral callousness, a want of sympathy, a shutting out of hope. The art is burning and intense. As a piece of literary work, this seems to me the finest you have done in all that regards style, invention, psychological analysis, exquisite fitting of parts, and admirable employment of motives to realize the abnormal. But it has left such a deeply painful impression on my heart that I do not know how I am ever to turn to it again. The fact is that viewed as an allegory it touches one too closely. Most of us at some part of our lives have been upon the verge of developing a Mr. Hyde.”

Louis own view was that although such interpretations weren’t necessarily mistaken – his story is an open-ended myth – they were reductive. He told one correspondent, “People are so filled full of folly and inverted lust that they can think of nothing but sexuality. The hypocrite let out the beast Hyde who is no more sexual than another, but who is the essence of cruelty and malice, and selfishness and cowardice: and these are the diabolic in man – not this poor wish to have a woman that they make such a cry about.”When Louis replied to Symonds he made clear what he thought was important: “Jekyll is a dreadful thing, I own; but the only thing I feel dreadful about is that damned old business of the war in the members. This time it came out; I hope it will stay in, in future?” The reference is to the dualism preached by St. Paul. “I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.” That was no occasional or exceptional state, but the constant condition of the human race. In the King James translation “members” means the entire body, not just the sexual parts.

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Stan and Gus, Gilded Age and Secrets in New York City

In New York last weekend to see The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, the opera that opened the season at the Met. Despite the lukewarm review from The New York Times. Clay is homosexual, but it’s a secret he doesn’t accept, and his torment fits with what one would expect from a story set during World War II—and which, inevitably, disappoints today. But the music and the orchestra conducted by Yannick Nézet-Séguin are excellent. The hall was packed, and the applause at the end must have pleased the Met’s general manager, Peter Gelb, who is betting on contemporary works to restore his company’s finances. The review in the TLS is rather positive.

On the way back, during my flight, I took the opportunity to read Stan and Gus by historian Henry Wiencek (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2025), which retraces the careers and lives of architect Stanford White and sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens, influential figures in New York’s renewal during the Gilded Age. The former designed the Washington Square Arch; the latter created The Adams Memorial in Washington, D.C. I found a copy at McNally Jackson bookstore, at Rockefeller Center. Here are a few excerpts:

What began as a professional collaboration became an affective bond and, at least at times, an erotic relationship. In his letters, Stan addresses Gus as “Beloved,” then “Doubly Beloved” and “Sweetest.” Gus addresses Stan as “Beloved Beauty” and “Darling,” closing one letter, “Once more and for the 5999th time you can kiss me.” Atop a letter to Gus, Stan sketches the two of them exuberantly racing into each other’s arms. Gus signs a letter with a long row of erect phalluses. Both men, though married, had many lovers, which was not uncommon in their circle of artists, models, actors, theater producers, and wealthy patrons of the arts. Their shifting sexual and emotional relationships defy labels. Both Stan and Gus had a romantic relationship with an architect in White’s firm, Joseph Wells. Gus fathered a son with his model and mistress Davida Clark, whose face was the face of Diana. He had a separate life with this second family, which for a time he was able to keep secret from his wife, Gussie. Stan deployed his superlative decorative skills for a relentless pursuit of young women in apartments specifically designed for seduction, with sumptuous furniture, mirrors, subtle lighting, and in one apartment a red velvet swing suspended from the ceiling. It was crucial for both of them to keep their private lives secret. Though Manhattan was awash in hedonism and infidelities, it was a hypocritical age. Had their sexual adventures been exposed, their careers would have ended.

If Gus didn’t already know it, he learned after his arrival in Paris that men could be sexually attracted to him. Alfred Garnier, a fellow student at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, fell in love with Saint-Gaudens at first sight and pursued him passionately. “What was it attracted me to him?” Garnier would later reflect. “Was it his face? Was it his eyes, so frank, so candid? Yes, perhaps it was his eyes.” Interestingly, Garnier called his feeling for Saint-Gaudens his “demon” and wrote “I ridiculed myself” for pursuing him.

Gus returned to Rome with enough income to rent the Barberini studio and pay assistants to carve portrait busts and copies of Roman statues for rich American tourists. Meanwhile he made a statue of Mozart playing the violin in the nude, a composition that Gus couldn’t explain. “Why under heaven I made him nude is a mystery,” he would write later. He was falling in love with his models, counting up five different affairs, the last one with a woman named Angelina, who refused his offer to elope.

A desperate stage in Saint-Gaudens’s frenzy of destruction and creation had come in February 1890 when he demolished the figure [The Adams Memorial] several times. What provoked him? On February 2, Joseph Wells died as suddenly and unexpectedly as Clover, and Gus began to frantically remake the face of the figure. Perhaps he subsumed his “adored love” into this ambiguous figure. Called “the most beautiful thing ever fashioned by the hand of man on this continent,” perhaps it is simultaneously a memorial to heterosexual marriage and to a lost male lover, a declaration that love’s union has no gender; and it contains the unspeakable anguish of its maker.

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Flaubert and Caillebotte

While reading Michel Winock’s biography of Flaubert (Gallimard, 2013), I came across these reflections:

The trip Flaubert undertook in Brittany with his friend Du Camp proves that, when he wanted to free himself from his mother’s control, Gustave did so – even though, during this journey of more than three months, Mme Flaubert, accompanied by her granddaughter and a nurse, came to spend a few days with the travelers in Brest.

To Louise Colet, this trip was both a confession and a betrayal. But might not Flaubert’s taste for friendship, even intimacy, with young men (yesterday Le Poittevin, today Du Camp, soon Bouilhet) point to a homosexual tendency?

It is true that, in his youthful correspondence and later still – during his journey to the Orient – Flaubert alludes to homosexual experiences.

In the imagined confession of Louise Colet, created by Julian Barnes in Flaubert’s Parrot, Louise speaks of Du Camp – perhaps out of spite – as Gustave’s ‘ambitious favorite.’ We also know that, by mutual agreement, Flaubert and Du Camp burned most of their early correspondence, which might have compromised them.So? What is certain is that Flaubert, like most men of his time, preferred male company: separation of the sexes was the rule, and school habits created complicities among young men where sex no doubt played a part, but more often in the form of bawdy stories, pornographic jokes, or gossip about exploits in brothels.

And this:

Several passages from letters to Bouilhet once again raise the question of Flaubert’s homosexuality. He recounts that in Egypt sodomy is a ‘fashionable’ practice, everyone speaks of it as something natural. It takes place in the baths, for ‘all the bath attendants are catamites.’

Flaubert confides that he wants to try it, and in a letter of June 2, 1850, he informs Bouilhet: ‘You ask me if I have consummated the affair of the baths. Yes, with a strapping fellow pockmarked from smallpox, wearing a huge white turban. It only made me laugh, that’s all. But I’ll do it again. For an experiment to be valid, it must be repeated.’

This experience has sometimes led to conclusions about Flaubert’s homosexuality – but that is a rather short step. In his earlier correspondence, going far back into his youth, one finds phrases that might lead one to think so, as in letters from Alfred Le Poittevin: ‘I’ll come see you Monday without fail, around 1 o’clock. Are you hard?’ – ‘Goodbye, old pederast!’ – ‘I kiss your Priapus’ – ‘Goodbye, dear old friend, I kiss you while Socratizing you.’

Sartre gave his opinion on this: ‘It seems to me that the epistolary use of these “turns of phrase” makes it clear they did not refer to any actual practice.’ We are in the register of ‘joking,’ he writes, not without reminding us – Flaubert himself wrote to Louise Colet – that at the time of his friendship with Alfred he was ‘reputed to be a pederast’ (September 18, 1852).

Jacques-Louis Douchin adds: ‘Homosexuality? No. Pederasty? Yes, but only at a certain time and under specific circumstances. […] It was during his journey to the Orient that Flaubert was initiated into pederasty, and in my opinion purely out of curiosity, and also “to do as everyone else did.” Curiosity, amusement, a taste for the picturesque and for local color explain Flaubert’s behavior – “and that’s all,” as he himself wrote. His “ethnological” curiosity knew no bounds.’

The supposed homosexuality of Flaubert does not convince me. There is no latent homosexuality in his books. The situation with Caillebotte is quite different. After visiting the exhibition devoted to him in Chicago last July, I discovered Amaury Chardeau’s book Caillebotte: Painting Is a Serious Game (Norma éditions, 2024), published both in French and English. It is an excellent presentation of his life and work. It includes the astonishing photograph of Caillebotte in his late teens, posing in a woman’s dress with a wig.

Gustave Caillebotte in his late teens

We know very little about Caillebotte’s intimate life, and many of his personal papers were destroyed after his death by his sister-in-law. Charlotte is a constant and mysterious presence in Caillebotte’s life starting in the early 1880s. She lived with him until his death and he left her a house and a pension in his will. Amaury Chardeau:

Even while Charlotte was still alive, her disappearance had already begun… As on that day when Martial, visiting Petit-Gennevilliers with his camera, captured the image of his brother sitting on the garden bench. In the two small ‘carte de visite’ – sized photographs kept in the family album, one sees the painter, looking tired, Charlotte’s little dog on his lap, and a woman’s hat beside him. But of Charlotte herself, no trace. Looking closely at the photos, one notices a crude montage: her presence, to the painter’s right, has been cut away, leaving only her accessories and a scrap of dress behind her companion’s leg, floating like a specter.

This erasure seems singularly brutal.

The probable conservatism of a sister-in-law and this silence have, moreover, produced a paradoxical result: the emergence, in American academic circles in the 2000s, of the hypothesis of a homosexual Caillebotte.

It is true that all his life, Gustave was surrounded mainly by men. From his brothers, his schoolboy years, his comrades-in-arms during the war of 1870, his artistic friendships among the Impressionists, or among fellow rowers, he was a man among men. This male overrepresentation is mechanically reflected in his work, where men appear four times more often than women.However, apart from the undeniable eroticism of the spectacular Man at His Bath or the playful gender-bending of his student cross-dressing, no archival evidence seriously supports the hypothesis of a lived or repressed homosexuality.

So, what remains is his work itself. And that work radiates an obvious homoeroticism – for those who are sensitive to it. See the essay by André Dombrowski and Jonathan D. Katz in the catalogue of the exhibition, if you need to be convinced.

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Random Links

Donald Trump’s Big Gay Government: On the town with the A-Gays of Washington, who have never been happier to be out, proud and Republican (The New York Times).

Florida Paints Over Rainbow Memorial for Victims of Pulse Nightclub Shooting (The New York Times):

‘A Single Man,’ a Classic Gay Novel, Becomes a Ballet: Artists including the musician John Grant have collaborated to find feelings beyond the words of Christopher Isherwood’s 1964 book. Occasionally, they succeed (The New York Times).

A New ‘Billy Budd’ Is a Pressure Cooker of Gay Desire: An adaptation of the Benjamin Britten opera, in turn based on Melville’s classic novella, joins a lineage of beautiful enigmas (The New York Times).

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From Gregory to Gloria: How DEI Shapes the Remembrance of a Hemingway

From the class composite of the University of Miami School of Medicine, Class of 1964

A surprising detail appeared in the recent New York Times obituary of Patrick Hemingway, Ernest Hemingway’s last surviving son, who died at the age of 97. The article referred to his sibling this way:

Hemingway’s third child, Gloria Hemingway, was a physician who struggled with alcohol abuse. She wrote a memoir, “Papa” (1976), before undergoing transition surgery later in life. She died in 2001.

That portrayal is strikingly different from the obituary the paper published at the time of his death in 2001, under the headline “Gregory H. Hemingway, 69; Wrote a Memoir Called ‘Papa’.

Back then, the Times emphasized Gregory Hemingway’s medical career and his battles with alcohol and emotional problems. It noted that he had been married four times, that he was arrested in Florida for indecent exposure and resisting arrest, and that he was found dead in a women’s detention center. The obituary added that, according to news reports, he often dressed as a woman, was known among some friends as Gloria, and had undergone a sex-change operation.

The contrast between the two obituaries is telling—and a little confusing. Gregory Hemingway’s complicated life, including its end, is recounted in detail in Paul Hendrickson’s excellent book Hemingway’s Boat (Vintage, 2012). I don’t remember reading that he had had a sex-change operation. Being away from my library, I asked ChatGPT:

Gregory (1931–2001), the youngest son of Ernest Hemingway, spent much of life struggling both with alcoholism and with gender identity. Later in life, Gregory began living at times as a woman under the name Gloria Hemingway, sometimes describing herself as a transsexual. She took gender-affirming hormones and, according to some accounts, pursued or at least considered surgery. Yet her identity remained complex and ambivalent: she alternated between living as a man and as a woman, never fitting neatly into a single narrative.

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A new biography of C. P. Cavafy

Constantine Cavafy: A New Biography (G. Jusdanis and P. Jeffreys, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2025) has been released recently. Its review in the TLS starts with:

Constantine Petrou Cavafy (1863–1933): a poet of obscure history and an eroticism so gentle, it seems odd to call it eroticism at all. A civil servant in the irrigation department of the city of Alexandria. A descendant of an aristocratic family that lost its way. A gay man in a cosmopolitan city away from the cultural centres of the world. The last surviving son of Constantinopolitan immigrants. A teenage refugee from the Anglo-Egyptian War. The most important Greek-language poet of the twentieth century. A major literary figure – an influence on writers around the world, and available in so many languages and editions that it is hard to keep up.

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Queer Lives : Joseph Lovett, 1945-2025

The New York Times, in an obituary published last week, Joseph Lovett, TV Producer Who Shed an Early Light on AIDS, Dies at 80, writes:

As an openly gay producer, Mr. Lovett was a rarity in the broadcast news world of the 1970s and ’80s. Working at CBS and ABC, he pursued news segments aimed at destigmatizing gay life in the United States and drawing attention to the AIDS crisis at a time when that subject was largely overlooked by mainstream news organizations.

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Paul Yonnet on Gide

From Zone de mort, Stock, 2017 (not translated) :

This book of correspondence ends with an excerpt from Paul Valéry’s Notebook 24. In it, he noted down a conversation he had just had with André Gide, in 1925. Gide, who was fifty-six years old, confessed everything to him. “I had been ignorant of his life and his habits until quite recently, which shows how blind I was,” Valéry remarks, before continuing: “He then told me—that all the feeling he had ever had was for his wife. He had never mixed the slightest bit of intellect with his senses. Any intervention of the mind cooled him. But as for the senses—complete debauchery. He had tried everything and still continued. He insisted on that word.”

Here Gide laid out his so-called thesis of “uranism,” based on the separation and rupture between love and sexual need. Love is platonic; sexual need is of the flesh, devoid of feeling. He lies. He knows he is lying to himself. His affair with the young Marc Allégret in 1917 was both love and sex, sentimental and carnal. Discovered by his wife when the “couple” left for England, the idyll led to the destruction—in tears and by fire—of thousands of letters Gide had written to Madeleine, which he regarded as the best part of his work. Madeleine, the writer’s first cousin, virgin and martyr, then sank into sorrow. She could be seen, in Cuverville, advancing with the small, shuffling step of life’s defeated, distributing food to stray cats.

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Queer Lives: Gilles Dowek, 1966-2025

The brilliant mathematician and computer scientist, an alumnus of the École Polytechnique, died of cancer in Paris on July 21, 2025, at the age of 58. In 2007, he published a fascinating short book on the history of mathematics: The Metamorphoses of Calculation (Le Pommier):

Le Carnet du Monde
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An Art-Filled Weekend in Chicago 

Despite the ridiculous name change (Painting His World) – to make it more “inclusive” according to the Chicago curator Gloria Groom, I enjoyed the Caillebotte exhibition at the Art Institute (Painting Men). The focus and commentary beside the works remain true to the original intent, and the catalogue is the same as the one printed when the show was first presented in Los Angeles:

All of Caillebotte’s greatest paintings are there, in a setting much less crowded than that of the Musée d’Orsay, which I visited in December:

The First Homosexuals: The Birth of a New Identity (1869–1939) at Wrightwood 659 is not as strong as its catalogue. The welcome is charming, though. Of course, the most impressive work from the late 19th century – L’Homme au bain (1884) – while referenced in the catalogue, is not on display, as it is at the Art Institute. The show does, however, offer the opportunity to discover Konstantin Somov (1869–1939), whose life spans the period under examination:

Although, according to Wikipedia, Jacques-Émile Blanche’s homosexuality was well known in Parisian society during his lifetime, I only became aware of it when I discovered his Self-Portrait with the Spanish Painter Rafael de Ochoa (1890), painted two years before his famous portrait of the 21-year-old Marcel Proust:

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