In the early 2000s, Parker and his partner moved to a remote village in West Wales and met Reg and George, a couple for over 60 years who settled there at a time when their relationship could have landed them in prison. The four men became firm friends, and when Reg and George died within a few weeks of one another, they willed their house, Rhiw Goch-the Red Hill-to Parker and his partner. This spellbinding, gorgeously written book is a portrait of two relationships through the ebb and flow of the seasons. It is also a valuable portrait of the queer rural experience.
Dopeworld: Adventures in Drug Lands
"To its credit, Dopeworld is nothing if not ambitious. Vorobyov states as much himself, describing it bombastically as ‘true crime, gonzo, social, historical memoir meets fucked up travel book’. That is a lot to cram in. If sometimes he drops the ball (the..."
— The Spectator
The result, in prose as swooping as the birds that teem about the house, is an important study of everyday gay life before and after decriminalisation. It is also (for Parker is nothing if not ambitious) an intimate account of the stunning natural beauty of this part of Wales, and its proud history. Nearby, in 1404, Owain Glyndŵr, who led the revolt against Henry IV, was crowned Prince of Wales, the last Welshman to hold that title. The idea of self-determination, whether personal or national, runs through this book... It is through this unusual book, a lovely hybrid of memoir, panegyric and queer history, that Parker too, taking Reg, George and Rhiw Goch as his touchstones, seems at last to find his own noddfa – sanctuary – and with it a sense of belonging.
Parker’s prose is lush and vivid; just occasionally the descriptive passages are so rich that one recoils. The sense of quotidian drama is a little excluding, like listening to someone on acid – and indeed, he is a little partial, he tells us, to the odd magic mushroom. At the culmination of the book, headed “Peredur”, we learn a great deal about his qualities, the man’s depth, his innate charm, his depth, his relationship to the land, his instinctive homebuilding. What we don’t really get is a description of him – his face, his body, his smell. So [Parker's] climactic chapter is ultimately somewhat impersonal.