Perhaps because the matter of homosexuality had so long been considered taboo or perhaps because its first decade of literary life, the 1970s, coincided with the rise of the problem novel, most early homosexual fiction focused more on the problem than on the fiction. A happy exception is Hey, Dollface by Esther Hautzig. Published in 1978, four years before Annie on My Mind, it is a lively, character-driven story of the awakening love between Val and Chloe.The article is from 1997, so it definitely predates the current young-adult-fiction boom, but it's a nice historical take on the FPP's subject anyhow (and perhaps a useful counterweight to Breselor's weird, obtuse objection to "external political motives" in fiction).
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I have a lot of books. But in a recent AskMe I came up with three or four (out of almost 1000) with decent girl/girl relationships, and all of them had caveats. (With the exception of Carey's latest, which is the reason I am driving 8 hours round trip in a couple weeks to shake the woman's hand.)
And my porn writer friend tells me that she can't sell anything with f/f action in it - apparently even a threesome with two chicks and a dude counts as "lesbian erotica" if the women touch each other at all, and lesbian erotica doesn't sell. At all. So (she's in it for the money) she writes straight porn for the big houses, and is going to have to self-publish the story with the threesome scene.
It's why I adore Rachel Maddow, and why I'm still mad about Tara. It's so fucking hard to find examples of people like me who are more or less happy and successful in media - any media - when I know they're out there. I know them. Goddammit, I am one. But I still feel marginalized every goddamn time I open a book.
posted by restless_nomad at 2:05 PM on June 2, 2011 [7 favorites]