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Gordon Stewart Anderson (1958 – July 8, 1991) was a Canadian writer, whose novel The Toronto You Are Leaving was published by his mother 15 years after his death.Anderson was born in Hamilton, raised in Sault Ste. Marie and lived for many years in Toronto. He graduated from the University of Waterloo and the University of Western Ontario. A gay man, Anderson died of AIDS-related causes. Three years after his death, his mother Marlene Lloyd discovered that a small publishing house had an unpublished manuscript for The Toronto You Are Leaving, a novel Anderson had written about life in Toronto's gay community in the late 1970s. She submitted the manuscript to several other publishers without success, and eventually edited and self-published the novel herself in 2006. The novel garnered a strong review in The Globe and Mail, as well as significant attention in Canada's gay press.
Marlene Lloyd had also previously published a book of her own, Not a Total Waste: The True Story of a Mother, Her Son and AIDS, about Anderson's death.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Stewart_Anderson
Further Readings:
The Toronto You Are Leaving by Gordon Stewart Anderson
Paperback: 352 pages
Publisher: Untroubled Heart Inc. (January 2006)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0978065018
ISBN-13: 978-0978065010
Amazon: The Toronto You Are Leaving
Not a Total Waste by B.M. LloydPaperback: 300 pages
Publisher: Mosaic Press (January 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0889625409
ISBN-13: 978-0889625402
Amazon: Not a Total Waste
The author of this book, about the death of her son from AIDS, is not using her real name, or his, but her agony is genuine. As her son's illness approached its final ravaging stage, his body beginning to shred, it became clear that he didn't want to be moved from the apartment he loved. He wished instead to stay among possessions, in his own bed, rather than be transported to the vagaries of an impersonal hospital room. The young man was not so fortunate as to have all the professional support he needed, but he had his mother-beside him, holding him, when he stopped breathing.
