Go to your spot. Where that is comes to mind immediately: a palatial home with soaring windows, or a humble cabin in a glen, a ramshackle treehouse, a window seat, a coffeehouse table, or just a bed with a special blanket.

It's the place where your mind unspools and creativity surges, where you relax, process, and think. It's the spot where, as in the new book "Nothing Ever Just Disappears" by Diarmuid Hester, you belong.

Clinging "to a spit of land on the south-east coast of England" is Prospect Cottage, where artist and filmmaker Derek Jarman lived until he died of AIDS in 1994. It's a simple four-room place, but it was important to him. Not long ago, Hester visited Prospect Cottage to "examine the importance of queer places in the history of arts and culture."

So many "queer spaces" are disappearing. Still, we can talk about those that aren't.

In his classic book, Maurice, writer E.M. Forster imagined the lives of two men who loved one another but could never be together, and their romantic meeting near a second-floor window. The novel, when finished, "proved too radical even for Forster himself"; he didn't "allow" its publication until after he was dead.

"Patriarchal power," says Hester, largely controlled who was able to occupy certain spots in London at the turn of the last century. Still, "queer suffragettes" there managed to leave their mark: women like Vera Holme, chauffeur to suffragette leader Emmeline Pankhurst; writer Virginia Woolf; newspaperwoman Edith Craig, and others who "made enormous contributions to the cause."

Josephine Baker grew up in poverty, learning to dance to keep warm, but she had Paris, the city that "made her into a star..." Artist and "transgender icon" Claude Cahun loved Jersey, the place where she worked to "show just how much gender is masquerade." Writer James Baldwin felt most at home in a small town in France. B-filmmaker Jack Smith embraced New York – and vice versa. And on a personal journey, Hester mourns his friend, artist Kevin Killian, who lived and died in his beloved San Francisco.

Juxtaposing place and person, "Nothing Ever Just Disappears" features an interesting way of presenting the idea that both are intertwined deeper than it may seem at first glance. The point is made with grace and lyrical prose, in a storyteller's manner that offers back-story and history as author Diarmuid Hester bemoans the loss of "queer spaces." This is really a lovely, meaningful book – though readers may argue the points made as they pass through the places included here. Landscapes change with history all the time; don't modern "queer spaces" count?

That's a fair question to ask, one that could bring these "hidden" histories full-circle: we often preserve important monuments from history. In memorializing the actions of the queer artists who've worked for the future, the places that inspired them are worth enshrining, too.

Reading this book may be the most relaxing, soothing thing you'll do this month. Try "Nothing Ever Just Disappears" because it really hits the spot.

"Nothing Ever Just Disappears: Seven Hidden Queer Histories" by Diarmuid Hester

c.2024, Pegasus Books $29.95 358 pages