Do you know D.C.?
Get our free newsletter to stay in the know about local D.C.
E. Lynn Harris has been called the Terry McMillan of black gay romance novelists. People either love him or look down on him for not writing high literature. Which makes about as much sense as looking down on Men In Black for not being deep. It’s not about metaphors or archetypes, it’s entertainment. In his latest book, If This World Were Mine, four close friends play a form of truth or dare, writing in a collective diary over the years. But as in past Harris books, the specter of a love triangle rears its tantalizing, ugly head when a handsome stranger enters the mix (a professional football player, no less). Drama ensues, but the bonds of friendship sustain a formulaic ending. Harris reads at 6 p.m. at Vertigo Books, 1337 Connecticut Ave. NW. FREE. (202) 429-9272; and 7 p.m. Wednesday at Olsson’s, 1200 F St. NW. FREE. (202) 347-3686. (Holly Bass)