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Monday, August 27, 2012

Silver Moon by Catherine Lundoff


Book:  Silver Moon
Author:  Catherine Lundoff
Publisher:  Lethe Press

The very real
Miss Annie Jones
The Epic of Gilgamesh, a Mesopotamian poem dating back to approximately 2,000 B.C., is among the earliest surviving works of literature, and is believed to present the first literary evidence of werewolves.  Yet in 1995, when Clarissa Pinkola Estés penned Women Who Run with the Wolves, female werewolves were scarcely on the mythological radar. When they were, it was most often attributed to witchcraft, being turned by male werewolves, or because the woman was suffering the effects of hirsutism—best exemplified by Barnum & Bailey's Bearded Lady, Miss Annie Jones.

There are a host of theories on why lycanthropes in literature and film are predominately male. However, in general, the prevailing premise is that werewolves, by nature, express characteristics deemed both ‘male’ and ‘masculine.  These attributes include, among others, strength, power, aggression, rage, violence, a preponderance of body hair, and the refusal to stop and ask for directions.

Of course, that also describes more than a few members of the Tea Party.

Alfonsina Storni deemed men
"el enimigo"
In the opening stanzas of La Loba by Argentinean poet, Alfonsina Storni, we are introduced to a female spirit who is undaunted by traditional societal prejudices, and is willing to give free expression to her feminine yearnings and feelings. 

I am like the she-wolf.
I broke with the pack

And fled to the mountains

Tired of the plain….

Poor little tame sheep in a flock!
Don’t fear the she-wolf, she will not harm you.
But also don’t belittle her, her teeth are sharp

And in the forest she learned to be sly.

By choosing the ‘she-wolf’ to symbolize women, the author displays her support of feminism by boasting an independence that, even today, is rarely attributed to females and femininity by patriarchal society. In fact, as the poem plays out, Ms. Storni notes that the narrator is no less capable than a man in defending herself because she has “A hand / that knows how to work and a brain that is healthy.” In other words, the ‘she-wolf’ does not require male protection in any form because she is competently equipped with her own skills, strength, intellect, senses, spirit, socket wrench set, and capacity for devotion.

Okay, my high school Spanish might be a wee bit rusty…

Silver Moon, the full-length novel from award winning author and editor, Catherine Lundoff, offers up an unexpected action-packed, romantic, paranormal coming-of-age tale.  In the bucolic mountain town of Wolf’s Point, Becca Thornton is approaching fifty, coming to terms with her post-divorce life, and trying to reconcile the sudden wave of hot flashes that strike every time her sexy cowgirl-cum-accountant neighbor, Erin offers up a slow, lazy smile.  Well, in truth, the hot flashes and other changes are happening a lot more frequently than just when Erin is around, but Becca’s sexy neighbor certainly has her thinking about switching teams from the beginning.

Before long, Erin shows Becca that there’s more to Wolf’s Point and menopause than she ever imagined.  In particular, some women of a certain age in Wolf’s Point are touched by the valley’s magic and are transformed into werewolves to protect the valley and its people.  While acceptance isn’t easy or natural, Becca finds that she can neither ignore nor deny the changes to her body. As the newest member of the pack, Becca begins spending her nights howling at the moon, chasing rabbits, and protecting townspeople—and her days reconciling menopause, lycanthropy, divorce, burgeoning lesbianism, and a minimum wage job.

However, evil has come to the valley in the form of werewolf hunters, lead by one of their own.  Oya used to be a werewolf, and claims her family was killed by the ones who were supposed to protect them.  She knows too much about pack dynamics, and believes that Becca, as the newest werewolf is vulnerable.  After much circling and heel nipping, Oya and her nasty band of Big Bads kidnap both Becca and the wolf pack’s alpha, and pump them full of chemicals in an attempt to cure them of lycanthropy.  After a daring escape, Becca, along with acting-alpha, Erin, the rest of the pack, and the townspeople who support them have one chance to drive the evil from the valley—they only need to rescue their alpha and find a way to ignite an ancient magic than no one alive has ever used.

Silver Moon is a refreshing feminist retelling of the modern classic werewolf thriller, wrapped in an unexpected coming-of-age romance.  Becca is initially presented to readers as a soft character on the doorstep of menopause who is battling weight issues.  She has tenuous self-esteem, works a job that barely pays the bills, and two years after the fact, is still trying to move beyond a philandering ex-husband.  Her empowerment begins almost immediately in the form of a curious and wholly unexpected sexual attraction to a woman. 

From there, the lupine characteristics begin to present themselves, and Becca finds herself transforming into a strong, sleek, powerful, and vibrant creature—not just a werewolf, but a woman who is increasingly comfortable in the shifting sands of her life.  Don’t get me wrong, the themes of coming out, menopause, divorce, and shape shifting are strong metaphors for this personal transformation—and Becca cycles through each of them with varying degrees of theoretical and practical rationality.  

Beyond that, Ms. Lundoff subtly hints throughout the story that Becca’s lupine abilities, while surprisingly advanced for someone so newly touched by the magic, stand to make her much more powerful within the pack than anyone realizes.  Likewise, the reader sees flashes of Becca’s unexpected personal growth and development as both a woman and a sexual being.

Ultimately, Silver Moon is a hard book to categorize—being equal parts paranormal, romance, action, thriller, and intrigue.  Becca’s character is amazingly complex and well developed, however the reader is left to wonder who Erin, Lizzie, and Shelly really are as characters, what really happened to Oya’s family, and why the evil scientist was perfecting an anti-werewolf serum for the Big Bads.

We’re also left wondering what Mrs. Hui has up her decidedly tasteful yet furry sleeve.

Silver Moon is a fresh, fun, and engaging slant on the tired and traditional werewolf genre, and it succeeds in empowering women at a time when so much of who they are is taken from them. And, while the romance barely makes it past indecent thought, the Big Bads are well funded but pitifully trained, and the werewolves are benevolent creatures touched by magic—there is a bounty of riches that make the book a solid read.  As an added bonus, the editing is crisp and generally free of errors, and the cover art is noteworthy in that it is simple, playful, and attractive.

The bottom line is that if you’re looking for a good, old-fashioned lesfic romance, searching for a literary booty call, or prefer traditional, patriarchal werewolf fiction, then Silver Moon decidedly isn’t the book for you.  However, if you’re looking for a story that celebrates feminism and independence, and is full of women with skills, strength, intellect, sense, spirit, sexuality, and a capacity for devotion, then it is a novel that will surprise and captivate you. 

While there were a slew of unanswered questions and unresolved conflicts littering the story, I’m betting there will be a sequel.  I’m giving Silver Moon a 4.9 out of 6.0 on the Rainbow Scale with an added bonus of 0.1 because it made me feel powerful and strong as a graying 45-year old woman. 

The final rating is a solid 5.0.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A Ride to Remember by Sacchi Green

Book:  A Ride to Remember
Author:  Sacchi Green
Publisher:  Lethe Press

Sweet cracker sandwich!  It’s been a while since I tucked into Sacchi Green’s erotic shorts!!!          [Insert long suffering groan]

On second thought, maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase that.  Let me try a do over:

A Ride to Remember is a spicy compilation of erotic short stories by one of the genre’s most honored Madams, Sacchi Green.  [Ah, much better, proceed now . . .]

In these thirteen stories, we meet a wide array of sexy women who know what they want and aren’t afraid to wrap their long, lean legs around her.  Among others, we’re treated to the likes of a lusty backwoods romp, a catty Salchow, a feast of Faeries and fresh fruit, a transgendered three-way, a taste of sweet cream, and a salacious seduction on the dusty trails of the Grand Canyon.

Don’t forget the garlic sausage and the girl from an alternate dimension!

The beauty of this juicy little collection is that there’s something for everyone, no matter what makes your pupils dilate or your mouth water.  It’s like a tasty little literary snack of girl-on-girl dim sum, accompanied by a flight of tangy, zesty, earthy, and downright savory dipping sauces.

Yup, mouth watering.  Definitely.  Mouth watering.

Seriously, Ms. Green is very much the classic artist, poet, storyteller, and naughty little vixen.  I tease, but throughout the entire collection, I was amazed by the machine gun dichotomies.  She showcased the ability to craft a gorgeous, breathtaking sentence or scene that leaves the reader murmuring, ‘Wow! Amazing! Beautiful!’ Then before you’ve recovered, you fall headlong into a wishing well of rounded buttocks, fleshy breasts, whipping tongues, long fingers, straining clits, and slippery cunts.

And once again, you murmur, ‘Wow! Amazing! Beautiful!’  But, it has a whoooooole different meaning the second time around.  Wink!  Wink! Nudge! Nudge! Know what I mean?

For the record, that’s not a criticism, it’s acknowledgement of the rare and special talent it takes to develop a saucy little story, draw stunning scenery, and breath life into sensual, red-hot characters in ten pages or less.

As noted earlier, this is a compilation of thirteen unique and artfully written stories.  Eleven were previously published, and two are new to this book.  My personal favorites are the leadoff, “To Remember You By”, and her sister story, “Alternate Lives”.  Both are rich, beautiful, sexy, sad, and stunningly triumphant; and these women will be a part of me for a very, very long time.

Of course, I also loved “The Outside Edge”, “Of Dark and Bright”, “Bright Angel”, and the funky little number, “Feeling Blue”. 

Ah, what the heck, I’m easy, I loved all of ‘em!

I’m always on the lookout for anything new from Sacchi Green, and she has delivered the goods in this lusty volume of erotica that sparks and sizzles from the cover all the way through to the end.  On the Rainbow Scale, I’ll give A Ride to Remember a 5.1 out of 6.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need some alone time . . .

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Promises, Promises by L-J Baker

Book: Promises, Promises: a romp with plenty of dykes, a unicorn, an ogre, an oracle, a quest, a princess, and true love with a happily ever after
Author: L-J Baker
Publisher: Lethe Press


"This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper. The toadstool motel you once thought a mere folk tale, a corny, obsolete, rural invention." 


So starts the 1990 masterwork, Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins. It could very well be the introduction to L-J Baker's reminiscent work, Promises, Promises. That's not to say that Ms. Baker's quest mimicked any part of Robbins' book, but man, what a sweet bit of playful, jaunty magic all rolled up in to a tasty phantasmagorical farce.

And all this without the faintest reference to a can of pork and beans, a spoon, a conch shell once part of the worship of the goddess Astarte, an Airstream disguised as a giant roast turkey, a vibrator, a dirty sock, or a talking stick.

True, true.  Instead our senses are assaulted with a Cyranoesque dyke, a dispossessed queen with loonie delusions and a wickedly shiny yet sharp paring knife, a post-modern feminist albeit straight warrior, a Renaissance Ogre horticulturist , stinky elves with way too much time on their hands, a unicorn dwarf with pathologic non-virgin issues, a pickled misogynist, a brutally frank talking pearl, one seriously closeted tin man, and the lovely, dimpled, resourceful, and business-savvy Ruth.

Va va voom!!!!

Promises, Promises . . . is the story of Sandy Blunt, an average at best witch with a silver tongue, when it comes to ladies she can't have.  One day, after sipping a bit too much of the brandy-laced Prodigiously Incredible Empericus's Cough Balm , she gets the opportunity to read the fortune of a most lovely lady, with [wait for it] creamy breasts.  Unbeknownst to her and her alcohol-soggy brain, Maybelle, the Princess, takes every silver-tongued promise to heart.  Sandy is then taken into custody, because prophesy is illegal in the Kingdom.  Drusilla, the self-proclaimed "dispossessed princess" cheerfully and clearly convinces the King to let Sandy make good on her seven promises.  Thus begins a fitfully funny journey into the world at large, that results in Princess Maybelle finding her true and pimply love, Sandy finding her destiny in dimples, and Mavis and Bob finding true equity in love, life, women's rights, and compost.


I could give a more in-depth description of the book's details, but why spoil the fun for those of you who haven't had the chance to experience any of it yet?

Okay, here's the scoop for the review:  This was a truly magical book . . . but I suspect that a lot of the ladies won't give it the respect due because it's like nothing out there on the shelves.  It's not a mystery with a tough and chewy butch with a gun [which I love]; it's not a romance full of push and pull before the girl finally gets the girl [pitter-pat goes my heart]; and there's not even the faintest hint of dykes-gone-wild, booty, patooty fun [schwing goes the rest of me].

So, why did you like the book?  Mmm, like I said, kinda reminded me of ol' Tom Robbins. 

I've read a whole bunch of fantasy books that star lesbian characters, and loved [just about] everyone one of them.  

And trust me when I say that love goes way, way, way, waaaaaay back to my first adolescent lesbian crush on Gaby Plauget, the astronomer from John Varley's Gaea Trilogy.  

L-J Baker, whether intentional or not, gives a firm nod to the awless stylings of Robbins, but has the joyous temerity to tweak Pynchon and Joyce.  She gleefully butt-smacks us with the flighty hint of texture and eloquence, and rolls the rest of the story in a tart, sexy, and surprisingly politically charged wrapper.  The result is a deliciously smart-assed and irreverent tale of heros, dirty underwear, love-lorn dragons, and a world that would be a lot better off if we all stopped to kiss the dimples.

While I fully expected to get to the end of the book, only to find that the whole story took place inside a pint of ripe mead, I wasn't disappointed to find that there was a truly happy ever after.

Of course, a little bit of lusty bar-wench sex wouldn't have been that bad now, would it????

I can't complain about much in this book being overbaked, over-used, or over-done. The romances, gay and straight or even piscine and humanoid, all seemed fresh and fun. If I have a complaint, as a reader, it's the timeline. The book takes place over "a year and a day". However, the story line seems to pick up speed at an alarming rate. The earlier adventures in the quest are well documented, but as the book progresses, they seem to do a badda boom, badda bing kind of thing. I would like to have seen the author spend more time detailing the talking pearl, the elves, and the hermit. In all three instances, the transition was so fast, I almost missed it . . . and I was just sitting there reading.

Was it pressure to hit a deadline, writers fatigue, intention? Ya know, I can't say from my comfy chair on the deck, but it sure seemed like the book missed out on a whole slew of potentially wonderful bits because of the exponential speed of the story.

Like I said, I fear that a lot of readers won't give this book the respect it deserves. If Tom Robbins had written it, he'd probably be back on the best seller list. Because he didn't, well, the world sometimes deserves a sound plunk up-side-the-head.

If you get a chance, grab Promises, Promises, open your mind to a little quirky fun, and consume it with both hands and no napkin. It's really a fresh take on the genre of modern-lesbian romance, and L-J Baker needs to be encouraged to keep pressing the envelope if for no other reason than 'she can'.

Sometimes reading is a participatory sport, kinda like eating barbecue.

On the Rainbow Scale, I'll give it a fit and furious 5.0 because as good as it was, it just moved too fast. Now, if only L-J can find a way to answer the question, "How to make Lesbian Bed-death die" in her next book . . .