Turcotte, a former tax advisor and art gallery owner, began writing in the late 1960s, at first primarily fiction and free verse reflecting his experiences as a gay man, father, drug user and resident of Los Angeles and New York. He was diagnosed with AIDS in 1988. His subsequent writings were primarily poetic and journalistic recordings of his life and observations. Turcotte died of AIDS-related causes on May 11, 1993.
On November 30 1945, I was born above a gas station on Manchester Street in Lawrence Massachusetts. I lived with my mother and her aunt, whom I called Nana and referred to as my grandmother. They were close. Nana had raised my mother while holding down a mill job. My mother (Madi) moved to Los Angeles briefly, and married my father (Ray), But nine months after my mother became pregnant, my father died under mysterious circumstances in the US Navy, and so she returned to live with her aunt in Lawrence. They fought frequently. I attended St Patrick's Grammar School. We moved to a housing project in South Lawrence. My mother built a new house, partially with my father's veteran's benefits, and partially with Nana's money. Nana moved to Florida after a fight they had. My mother decided to earn a bachelor's degree from Merrimack, a local Augustinian college. After this, she sold the house and we moved to Amherst Massachusetts so she could get her Master's Degree at the University of Massachusetts. I was sent to Cranwell Academy, a Jesuit boarding school. On account of my homosexual conduct, I was expelled and had to attend Amherst High School.
In 1961, my mother bought a tract home in Tempe Arizona. I graduated from Tempe High School, and attended Arizona State University.
In 1965, I moved to New York and then to Madrid Spain, where I lived for almost two years. In 1967, I returned to Arizona and completed a bachelor's degree in Spanish.
During this period I read philosophy, Latin American literature, and autobiographical journals of early settlers in the west. Detailed and factual, the journals impressed me more than much fictional literature I'd read.
In 1969, after graduation from the university, I returned to New York. In the rabbi's study of Temple Emmanu-El in Manhattan, I married Judi Baskin, a college friend from Los Angeles. We separated shortly after. Judi returned to Los Angeles, and I remained in New York. Judi visited frequently, and in 1976 conceived our son David. Again, she returned to Los Angeles. A few months before the birth of my son, I moved to Los Angeles. He was born at UCLA Hospital on May 30, 1977.
In Los Angeles, I worked for the Internal Revenue Service, and eventually opened an art gallery and ran a successful tax practice out of the gallery office. The practice supported the gallery and, to the extent of the law, my son David. His mother and I separated after he was born.
In February 1988, I moved back to New York with my lover Andre. By August, I was diagnosed with AIDS. At this point I began to print and bind my own books and give them to friends. In this way I believed they would live - even if outside the enigmatic monolith of the publishing world.
Note: Around 1968, I began writing in a stream of conscious style that concealed my homosexuality. Eventually, I moved to fiction, changing the names and genders of the people I was and knew. And finally, after my diagnosis, I switched to clear and concise journal story telling of actual people and events in my life.