TB reviews The Gravity Between Us by Kristen Zimmer

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I’ve been seeing The Gravity Between Us, by Kristen Zimmer, quite a bit lately and was impressed by the amount of reviews it had in a short amount of time. I decided it was time to read it to see what the fuss was about.

Payton has been in love with Kendall for a long time. Kendall on the other hand doesn’t suspect that Payton is a lesbian and Kendall never for a second thought that Payton liked her. When Payton comes out to her, Kendall sees her best friend in a different light.

All of a sudden Kendall is awkward around her. Not because Payton is gay. But she’s jealous that Payton will find someone and Kendall doesn’t want to lose her. Then she realizes that she has feelings for Payton beyond friendship, but she struggles with these feelings. Before now, Kendall never thought she was a lesbian. And she’s an up and coming Hollywood star. Coming out of the closet for her is not an easy decision and will be scrutinized by her fans and the general public. Her private life is anything but private. Can she admit that she loves Payton? And can Payton handle all the media if Kendall lets the world know?

Young love is fun, crazy, and confusing. This story felt real to me and reminded me of my first love (minus the Hollywood fame) and how excited and confused I was at the time. Zimmer did a fantastic job of capturing the voices of Payton and Kendall. Even though this love story has a predictable plot, I ended up liking it. It was odd for me reading this book, since I knew where it was heading, but I kept reading and had a hard time putting the book down until I finished. And I was cheering on the young lovers.

It was interesting to read this book now with all the hoopla about Ellen Page and football star Michael Sam. Coming out is a scary aspect that many gays and lesbians have to face. Personally I can’t imagine the pressure and fear that famous people have to deal with. It’s not fair, really. But I have to admire their bravery. Bravo.

Kit reviews Valhalla by Ari Bach

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Violet MacRae is one of the aimless millions crowding northern Scotland. In the year 2330, where war is obsolete and only brilliant minds are valued, she emerges into adulthood with more brawn than brains and a propensity for violence. People dismiss her as a relic, but world peace is more fragile than they know.

In Valhalla, a clandestine base hidden in an icy ravine, Violet connects with a group of outcasts just like her. There, she learns the skills she needs to keep the world safe from genetically enhanced criminals and traitors who threaten the first friends she’s ever known. She also meets Wulfgar Kray, a genius gang leader who knows her better than she knows herself and who would conquer the world to capture her.

Branded from childhood as a useless barbarian, Violet is about to learn the world needs her exactly as she is.

– publisher’s synopsis.

This is a good blurb. It’s concise, engaging, and does hint at a lot of the madcap joy that can found in Ari Bach’s debut. And it still doesn’t explain a thing.

Of the million people in Kyle City, there was none so aimless as Violet McRae. And, out of the thousand-odd books I would have read or listened to over the past few years, none have made me laugh, roll my eyes, wince, shout out loud, or made me feel like my brain was leaking out my ears quite like this novel.

The cleverness of it—the enormity and insectity (yes, just go with it) and sneaky joy—caught me as soon as Violet—dishonorably discharged from a military career and certain of nothing except her own bleak future—found herself in the Hall of the Slain, training to bash heads and take names, taking to life the way Sean Connery took to Bond films. I watched her make friends and disconcert her enemies, and accept uncomfortable truths about herself. It was chilling. It was sweeping. It was often extremely funny. And I’d nearly given up on Valhalla in the first two chapters. Not because Violet was amoral—she is, in a way, but that’s not the point; the whole novel examines politeness and ‘acceptable’ emotional responses as a conceit, and it’s going to stick with me a while—but because the narrative style is downright peculiar. The closest parallel I can come up with is the ridiculously smug, omniscient narrator from Pushing Daisies, or Robin McKinley at her most stylised. The reader reads Violet, a lot like an extremely long, detailed report written by someone with a dubious sense of humour. We watch her parents die, as she does, and narrator-on-high dolefully informs us that Violet is aware that she should be expressing grief, but that she doesn’t need to. The overall effect is distancing: we are distanced from Violet just as she is (we are told!) from her emotions.

Strangely, this effect disperses as we enter Valhalla. The story is still narrated, but the affectation softens. My lit-crit brain reads this as: Violet came home, and so did the text, but that’s just my own reading. Whatever the reason, remainder of the book was a delight: including the best (and most brutal) training montages I have ever seen, heists and hijinks, true friends, and a fascinating take on revenge narrative that, like much of Valhalla when it turns philosophical, is going to lurk in the back of my mind for a while. The worldbuilding is a joy. The dialogue, so sparse early on, is heady and clever and does a remarkable job not tripping up on itself. There are, possibly, a few too many plot threads that turn up in the final third, but I’ll forgive it for the tikari, and the walruses, and the beautifully complex characterisation of Violet’s friends. I have to stop here, before I fangirl elements of this story to death.

Now, this is a Harmony Ink Press title and a review for the Lesbrary, so I’d me remiss not to mention that the relationship that slowly (slowly) burns between Violet and Vibike—a woman so clever that Violet initially mistook her for an AI program, and with her own need for revenge that, I think, was even more finely drawn than Violet’s—is gorgeous. It is not rushed, or forced, truly resolved in any way, but it adds a level of tension just where the novel needs, and—should the story be continued—I’d love to see where Vi and Vibs end up.

So. Yes. This book. Enjoyed lots. My brain basically short-circuited the moment I found out the Valhalla historian goes by Snorri, and I finished the rest of the novel in orgiastic Old Norse scholar glee, where I wished that Aud Torvingen might show up to take Violet out for a drink. The narrative style is, unquestionably, a style, and it won’t be for everyone. The end is rushed. But when it’s not making you laugh, it’ll make you think, and I am delighted that I kept going past chapter two.

Jordan reviews Nevada by Imogen Binnie

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If there is anything we need more of, it is trans* literature, or pretty much any books falling under that such umbrella term. But as the years go on we start to see more and more. Even so, books like Nevada or Luna, are still quite literally a rare treat, because I can actually count on my fingers and toes how many fiction books have trans* characters as a protagonist, or main character focus. And some of those were self-published.

Because of this rare treat experience, it didn’t matter what people said about it, I had to get around to reading Nevada by Imogen Binnie. It is not the first fiction book with a trans* main character, but it is the first to not only receive a bunch of hype around it. And better yet it tells the story of a trans-girl who actually dates other girls, which is actually a first, fictionally anyway.

But enough about the theory. Nevada focuses on the story of Maria and her search to find herself, sort of. And despite the fact that the opening of the novel goes through a real time situation of lesbian bed death, it doesn’t stay with clichés like that. In fact it works to break down a lot of the television identity that many trans* people get, including showing Maria struggling with that issue.

However, with the breakdown we do get a writing style that some people may hate, and others (lovers of fairy tales) will likely enjoy. The style is a lot like someone standing in the room with you and telling you a story verbally. I could honestly see Imogen actually talking like the writing in the book, which infused a bit of herself in the work. In normal cases of fiction, I’d say that’s not a good thing. But when you have a fictional work that could possibly be akin to what Jeanette Winterson did with Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, by infusing a bit of personal experiences and fiction, you get something that is touching and personal to people.

Of course, with a story about a person finding themselves, you can imagine there isn’t exactly an ending to this. The ending in fact was the weakest, mostly because there wasn’t one. You’re reading through it and you turn the page to get to the next chapter and it’s done. I would normally say that it wasn’t finished at that point, but it is a literary novel, which seriously never have an ending. In fact I’m almost sure one of the possible definitions of literary novel is: Protagonist doesn’t overcome the challenge they were trying to face, or doesn’t find what they were searching for.

But that is a personal issue for me with literary novels. I like to have endings, especially when they aren’t happily ever after. Still, there are some gems in this book that is worth it for anyone. In fact, this book is definitely one of those books that makes you think about things you might not have. About life, relationships, gender, sexuality.

The biggest strength for this book though, were the characters. There wasn’t just Maria who had been on hormones for four years. There was Steph who has a pretty queer femme identity going on, and Kieran who goes with male pronouns but isn’t necessarily male or female, and later in the book we also get James who is one of those budding individuals who wants to do traditionally female things but doesn’t want to suffer the consequences, and a whole collection of other minor characters who are as diverse as a rainbow unicorn.

You really get a mix of different kinds of people, which made it feel so much like this could have been something that happened in your town. It was these diverse and real life characters that actually make the book enjoyable and something you could connect with and take away from it. That and some of the random humor, or my personal favorite were the monologues about how trans* people aren’t sex addicts, but are internet addicts. But isn’t everyone an internet addict these days? Who doesn’t like a space where you can be yourself. There’s somewhere for everyone to be themselves on the internet.

Overall, I do think this book is a worthwhile read for everyone. Those who are trans*, questioning queers, straight as a pen, doesn’t really matter, you’ll all find something you can connect with or relate to or even just get a new perspective on something that you probably didn’t really know about.

No matter what, it is one of those literary novels that gets you thinking. But hopefully, because of this book, I want to see more trans* and lesbian/queer trans-girl books!

 

Kathleen Wheeler reviews Rain Falls by Kelli Jae Baeli

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This is the first of Ms. Baeli’s work I’ve read and I’ve gotta say, I enjoyed it.  It was a quick read, entertaining, funny in places, steamy in others, just enough suspense to keep it from becoming stale and overall a well conceived story.  I’m not going to go into detail about what the story is or who the characters are, that would be giving it away.  (Plus, I HATE SPOILERS! And if you want them, you can find them somewhere else.)

I will say this, however: her characters aren’t your average run of the mill, read about them a million times in a million different books people; they are faulted and faulty.  Ms. Baeli’s treatment of them, I feel, is both sensitive and straightforward.   Her characters are who they are and that’s that, and over the arc of the story, they each help the other to be better than who they are separately simply by being themselves.  This, I think, is especially true for India, but I’m saying too much.

Also, some of the images Ms. Baeli paints on the page are just so….brilliant is the only word I can come up with.  She has a quirky way of wording things, of describing things- ordinary, mundane things even, that are at once very funny and also very apt.  This is something I absolutely appreciate.  If you decide to give this one a try, I’m sure you’ll see what I’m talking about.

If you’re looking for a fun read that I have very few complaints with, this is one I’d recommend.

Kathleen Wheeler is Author of Changing Shape and The Immaculate Chaos of Being

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Abigail reviews Riding Fury Home by Chana Wilson

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A woman telling her own story in her own words is a powerful emotional force. Riding Fury Home by Chana Wilson packs an extra punch because we are invited to witness not only the story of the author’s life, but also of her mother Gloria’s life. The two women are so connected in so many ways; in love, in resentment, in pain and healing, but, at the deepest level, in life— life lived and shared and fought for.

Gloria, married and with one child, attempted suicide after the woman she loved left her. This was all kept a secret from her daughter until Chana was in her twenties and came out. The following years were spent rediscovering and rebuilding their mother-daughter relationship as two women, two lesbians.

Riding Fury Home is an important book for lesbian history. The main narrative covers four decades, from the 1950’s to the 1990’s. It shows the good, the bad and the ugly of being a lesbian in those eras, the ugly being the homophobia of the fifties, when homosexuality was considered a disease of the mind. (This facilitates an exposé of the dismal ableism mental patients endured, subjected to terrifying and dehumanizing abuse at hospitals.) The bad being the long and difficult road to recovery, and the good being the women’s lib movement of the ’70’s, and Chana and Gloria’s beautiful, successful heart healing. In the back of the book are questions that can be used for a book discussion group, and I highly recommend the book for lgbt+ groups to read together.

This is not an easy read. Because it deals with subjects like suicide, depression, anxiety, drug dependency, vertigo, homophobia, racism, mental hospitals and hospitals in general, there are some people who would be safer not reading it if mentions and descriptions of these things could trigger panic attacks and flashbacks.

I was moved to tears several times. At one point I even thought to myself that I should put the book down and walk away because I was becoming way too sad. I could not put it down, however, invested as I became in the narrative, and I stuck to it through the difficult parts. It occurs to me that while I had a choice to put the book down, Chana and Gloria had no choice but to survive the tragic circumstances that were thrust on them.

The primary theme and lesson I took away from reading about Chana’s life was that anger can be one of the most healing emotions. I have experienced this type of healing myself, but the concept never solidified for me until I read Chana’s and Gloria’s experiences. I learned many things, about lgbt history, about women’s lib history, and even learned some things about myself. I think that a huge majority of readers will be able to take away something of benefit from reading about Chana’s and Gloria’s struggles.

Danika reviews The Whip by Karen Kondazian

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I will admit, I was a little wary of picking this one up. It has a very similar premise to The Rebellion of Miss Lucy Ann Lobdell by William Klaber, and I felt really conflicted about that book. (Both are fictionalized versions of the real lives of women who lived as men in the 1800s in America.) I’m glad I read The Whip anyways, because although I did have some issues with it, I found it to be an engrossing read. Even when I didn’t like aspects of it, I was compelled to keep reading, and overall it was definitely enjoyable.

I do have to get a few things out of the way first: one is that this book has pretty minimal lesbian content. I had so many thoughts while I was reading it that I really wanted to put it into a review, but it’s definitely not primarily a lesbian book. At most Charley is attracted to men and one woman. But I’ll get into more detail in the spoiler part of the review. The other point I want to make is that there is a lot of triggering content in this book, including rape, abuse, racist slurs, and violence. Again, more on that in the spoiler section below. Usually I try not to include spoilers in reviews, or at least just include small ones that you have to highlight to review, but in this case the biggest questions and opinions I have about this novel take place later in the book, so it will be spoiler talk onward after the spoiler tag. (Also, if you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read the back cover or the blurb.)

As I mentioned, this is a novel based on a true story. Unlike The Rebellion of Miss Lucy Ann Lobdell, though, The Whip seemed to mostly just be inspired by her life. As far as I could tell by some cursory googling, Kondazian added a whole lot of purely fictional elements. But that may be why I found the plot to be much better paced than The Rebellion. It is, however, a life story of Charley, and covers from her infancy to her death, but not in that order. Instead, The Whip opens (after a poem, two epigraphs, and a letter to the reader) with Charley’s death, then backtracks to the beginning. I actually found this to be an effective technique, because this sort of book that spans a whole life necessarily ends with their death, but that can seem anti-climactic. By preparing us in the beginning with Charley’s death at an old age from tongue cancer, it makes for a more satisfying conclusion.

With the main character’s death beginning the book, I should have been prepared for this to be a bleak story, but it did get a lot darker than I was expecting. From Charley’s death scene, I inferred that she had a good life, though difficult. I was… incorrect. The Whip is dark, even verging into melodrama, especially during Charley’s childhood in an orphanage. Another orphan takes her under his wing, but the relationship gets twisted, vaguely reminding me of Catherine and Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights. The writing itself can also be melodramatic, and occasionally seems awkward. It usually is matter-of-fact, but slips into some declarations that don’t match the rest of the narration, such as the beginning of chapter twenty-one, which muses on the nature of time for a long paragraph. Another odd moment is when we jump directly from Charley at 13 to her at 35.

Based on the premise of the book, I assumed most of the novel would follow Charley’s wild, disguised, stagecoach driving days. In fact, “Charley” only emerges in Book Two, halfway through The Whip. Everything previous to that is Charlotte’s story. Book Two does seem to eclipse Book One, though, making the previous events just seem like backstory to Charley’s identity. One of the small things I appreciated in The Whip was when Charley realized that she was not the only one to have taken on this persona: that there were other women living as men for the same kind of reasons she was: she wasn’t the one exception.

And onto spoilers, where I discuss racism, anti-racism (?), and the minimally lesbian content in The Whip.

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The theme in The Whip that I found the most interesting was Charley anti-racism. Near the beginning of the book, we see Charley arguing for rights for black people, and challenging anyone who says otherwise. Later, we find out that Charley was practically raised in the orphanage by a black man that she considered a father figure. When she is older, she gets into a relationship with a black man–an escaped slave–and they become practically married, living together and having a baby together. They live outside of town, trying to escape the racism and hatred of the town, but it isn’t enough. This is the part of the book that would be extremely triggering. Her husband is lynched, and the baby dies as well. I know that this is not unrealistic of the time period, and maybe that needs to be represented. But at the same time, Byron (her husband) really gets very little time in the scope of the book. He’s only around for about 30 pages. I think part of the reason this storyline was included was to explain the real-life fact that Charlotte Parkhurst was discovered to have had a child, and kept a baby dress in her possessions. I think it’s also to answer to a newspaper article in 1880 excerpted in the book, which after finding out Charley was a woman, notes “…there must have been a cause, a might cause.”

Link Round Up: February 13 – 19

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LadyLike Book Club posted Episode 26 – Armchair Detective.

Lambda Literary posted New in February: Rabih Alameddine, Edmund White, Clifford Chase, Michelle Theall, and Janet Mock.

Lipstick Lesbian Reviews posted Best Love Quotes in Lesbian Fiction.

Sistahs On the Shelf posted Books 2 Check Out.

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Women and Words posted

Sassafras Lowrey posted Winter Updates: Writing, Activism, Queerness!

Sarah Waters posted a cover reveal of her new book, The Paying Guests.

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Road Kill by Alexandra Allred was reviewed at C-Spot Reviews.

Give Me A Reason by Lyn Gardner was reviewed at Lesbian Reading Room.

Qu33r: New Comics from 33 Creators edited by Rob Kirby was reviewed Bisexual Books.

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Love Burns Bright: A Lifetime of Lesbian Romance edited by Radclyffe was reviewed at Lambda Literary.

The Hell of Osirak: Betrayal by Jaye Rothman was reviewed at Lipstick Lesbian Reviews.

Letters Lived: Radical Reflections, Revolutionary Paths edited by Sheila Sampath was reviewed by Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian.

Autumn Leaves by Barbara Winkes was reviewed at Lesbian Reading Room.

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Tag reviews Honor Among Thieves by Amy Gaertner

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I went into this book pretty blind except for a brief blurb about the plot, describing it as a heist novel. From the blurb I had kind of high expectations, expecting something like a Bond-level plot and lofty, ultra-literary writing. When I opened the book and realized it was some 30 pages, I realized that probably wasn’t going to be the case and adjusted my expectations accordingly. I still wanted it to be good, of course, but I wasn’t expecting a serialized-length spy novel.
This is not a lesbian novel, just to clear that away; it’s a bisexual novel, which features both female-male explicit sex and female-female. One thing I found really refreshing in this novel is that there wasn’t any back-and-forth, there wasn’t any gay or straight panic. Never does the main narrating character question her sexuality or attraction; she has a somewhat confusing relationship with the main male character, but it isn’t based on her sexuality whatsoever. When she’s attracted to a woman, it’s easily accepted in the narration and by the other characters. So if you’re looking for a bisexual novel catering to attraction to both sexes without a freakout, this is a pretty good fit, I would think.
While the writing isn’t particularly lofty or literary like I personally prefer, it is engaging and interesting. There’s definitely more telling than showing, but again, seeing that the book was only 30 some pages I didn’t expect much different. I appreciated that the character descriptions weren’t overarching and purple prose inclined; you get enough to get an accurate picture of the character but you don’t know the brand of every article of clothing they’re wearing plus the exact Loreal shade of hair they have. The focus in this novel is enjoyably on the plot and the romance between “Sabrina” and Liz, and neither take away from the other. The characters are written pretty well, I think; they’re not so in depth that the novel would need to be longer to allow for complete character arcs, but within the constraints I found them to be realistic.
My one complaint is that, maybe without realizing it, this story still centers on men. Without even appearing, Henshaw is a prominent figure, and the primary “villain.” The “voice of reason” in Dani’s life is Jay, her male friend-with-benefits. During the heist, all the logistics and planning are left to the male characters, whereas Dani is tasked with infiltrating and the social side of the job. That doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing, but I think I would have enjoyed it more if more female characters had been involved on back-end levels with things like security systems and physically overtaking their opposition.
All in all it was an enjoyable little read. It was paced well and it was interesting, and the ending was sweet. If you’re after a bisexual heist novel for some light reading, I could recommend this.

Link Round Up: February 6 – 12

Hmm, bit of a slow news week for lesbian lit? Well, it hasn’t been slow at the Lesbrary: we’ve recently added a bunch of new reviewers, so look forward to seeing some new names and perspectives in March!

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Autostraddle posted

Lambda Literary posted

Women and Words posted Down the Line by Fay Jacobs (and book giveaway!)

Secret Lies by Amy Dunne was reviewed at Lesbian Reading Room.

Favourite Dating Tales 2009-2012 (a zine) by Elisha Lim was reviewed by Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian.

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Guest Post: Radclyffe, editor of Love Burns Bright

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Everyone—gay, straight, or otherwise—has heard the old adage: once the honeymoon is over, no one has sex much anymore. After all, we have jobs, kids, and mortgages to worry about—who has time for wild sex at all hours of the day and night? Psychologists write about the “post-honeymoon” phase (the honeymoon is said to last two and a half years on average) and how to cope (and survive) the inevitable decline of passion and desire. The term for the phenomenon in lesbian relationships was coined in the early 1980s and has come to be known as the dreaded “lesbian bed death”—the strange and seemingly ubiquitous occurrence where lesbian couples experience a rapid decline in the frequency of intimate encounters. If we believe some sources, the eventual absence of sex in our intimate relationship is an unavoidable fate and ought to just be accepted as a way of life.

We’re all on board with that, right? After the first two insane years, when we have sex at every opportunity and even in a few inopportune places and times, we’re done? Hell, no!

For the last six years, I’ve edited Best Lesbian Romance, collections of stories encompassing the diverse demography of lesbians falling and being in love: teenagers first experiencing the self-affirming and empowering expression of their sexuality, octogenarians celebrating fifty years of commitment, middle-aged heterosexual women discovering their love for another woman, quick encounters that lead to unexpected long-term devotion, and the awakening of the cynical, the unsuspecting, and the disbelieving to the power of love. In other words, love between women of all shapes, sizes, age, sexual awareness, and proclivities. By the very nature of the theme (romance), many of these stories celebrate the beginning of love and often end before the honeymoon is over. With Love Burns Bright, we wanted to focus on the stories of romance after the honeymoon—to explore and celebrate the many ways long-term couples tend the fires of passion and intimacy. These stories are not as much about discovery as they are about rediscovering the wonder and connection of first love every day, where the familiar becomes the surprising and the comforting becomes the electrifying and where trust and safety make adventure and exploration possible.

Here are our stories of enduring romance, where love, eroticism, passion, and desire don’t end with the lovers riding off into the sunset, but rather begin with the next new dawn and all the dawns that follow, where women with kids, and aging parents, and all the challenges of a shared life find strength, joy, and passion in their most intimate moments. These nineteen stories only touch upon the possibilities that lie in store for lovers, and put to death once and for all the lie that with the end of the honeymoon comes the end of passion and desire. Here are lesbians celebrating love, commitment, and desire for all time.

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Radclyffe has been editor of Best Lesbian Romance for the last six years and has edited the anthology Love Burns Bright. She has published over forty romance novels, her newest, The Magic Hunt, was released in March 2014.