**From Goodreads:** Prior to Melvin Dixon's death from AIDS in 1992 when he was on the verge of breaking out as an acclaimed novelist, his talent was compared to that of Toni Morrison and James Baldwin. In *Vanishing Rooms*, the author amply demonstrates his literary promise with a compelling love story of interracial sex and urban violence set in Manhattan's West Village in the 1970s.
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