I'm seventy pages in on Connie May Fowler's new novel. I don't like reviews that give anything away so I won't. I'll just quote the first sentence.
"On June 21, 2006, at seven a.m. in a malarial crossroads named Hope, Florida, the thermometer old Mrs. Hickok had nailed to the WELCOME TO HOPE sign fifteen years prior read ninety-two degrees."
That's review enough, isn't it? And it doesn't give anything away to say that I'm loving the point of view(s).
And here's "A Writer's Diary" by Connie.
"Another standout story is Sandra Gail Lambert's “Looking for the V,” a short story written about a group of friends—two lesbian couples and one single woman in a wheelchair—who embark on a weekend kayaking trip. This story describes the peace that comes with being single, traveling down a wide stretch of river, and learning how to appreciate what you have. It shows how living in the moment brings much joy to the heart."
Jenny Greenfield's review of Something to Declare in the Feminist Review does talk about more than just me, me, me. Check it out.
The NYT has a glowing, intelligent review of Alison Bechdel's The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For. Which means, sort of, that they did a glowing, intelligent review of my life. Which means that they said "dyke" in the NYT. Which means that Alison Bechdel's talent and devotion to her own and our lesbian selves has, among so many other things, opened a bit more space for lesbian writers.
P.S. Me, I'm a combination of Mo and Clea who in the past years has relaxed enough to add a good bit of Harriet. How about you?
