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Thursday, July 3, 2014

TRR Takes on Poetry with Carbinela and Kaminski


Without a doubt, poetry is one of the most mangled and misunderstood forms of written expression. Whether with great intent or lack of thought, we are taught from a young age that poetry is rhyme. But in truth, poetry is a complex jumble of imagery, syntax, diction, rhythm, sound, metaphor, and theme. Even with its signature compressed and condensed form, poetry manages to convey a wide range of emotions and ideas to each and every reader. The use of devices such as assonance and repetition even allow some poems to achieve a near musical cadence. Regardless of what is and isn’t in any given poem, the careful layering of some-to-all of these effects generates what effectively becomes that poem’s meaning.

Super! Great! Fantastic! 

But how does the average reader determine whether a poem is good, bad, or ugly? Heck, how does the above average reader determine whether a poem is strong and successful, or weak, clichéd, and broken? And perhaps most pressing of all, how does a twitchy little reviewer determine if a book of poems reaches near mythical levels of greatness, or plummets into the darkest depths of seriously major suckage?

That, my friends, is the hundred thousand dollar question . . . .

Book: Attar: A Bouquet for You
Author: Rrrose Carbinela
Publisher: Regal Crest Enterprises

Poet Rrrose Carbinela’s collection, Attar: A Bouquet for You takes the reader on a thirty-year journey through one woman’s life, full-to-brimming with ecstasy, agony, life, death, and a few fleeting moments of whimsy. The poems that form this collection each take on a different emotion, and tell stories that form a well-lived life. The reader is offered small bites of first love and heartbreak, thunderstorms and desert skies, rants and meditations, Goddesses and vulnerability. A few poems are sweet and sensuous, while others are dark and edgy—a small handful even trickle slowly into the murky waters of anger, fear, war, and the loss of one nation’s collective innocence.

From a technical perspective, Ms. Carbinela’s descriptions are active and original, showing far more than they tell. And, while there was an abundance of end rhyme throughout the collection, several of the poems used unexpected and interesting rhyme schemes and clever line breaks to great effect.  The simplicity of presentation in many of the poems is appealing because it allows the statements to speak for themselves. For example, in “Initiation” the author’s solemn vow is offered up to any higher power that will listen:

And I am ready, I think.
And I am able, I know,
with your help,
and your guidance,
and your blessings,
To follow the path you will lead me on,
to serve,
to heal,
to bring good to those around me.

Beyond the collection of poetry, two special elements stand out in Attar: A Bouquet for You: First, while not unique, the author includes “Poet’s Notes” after the final poem. These charming little explanations offer a peek inside the poet’s mind, and allow for further insight and understanding into the inspiration and inner workings of each poem. And, since poetry is not an exact science, it was interesting to read the notes, and then compare the backstory to the imagery presented within each poem.  And, second, while the cover design is quite lovely and apropos to the content, the publisher’s choice to go with a matte cover versus a glossy cover was truly inspired—the muted colors soften the brightness of the red roses, and the matte texture simulates the feel of rose petals, both giving the reader a surprising and enhanced sensory experience.

Some lovers of poetry are drawn to the saccharin of sonnets, and others to the edge of rhythmic despair, and this collection manages to cover most of the real estate in between—sometimes offering direct experience, sometimes not, drawing on love, life, loss, history, and myth, Attar: A Bouquet for You is clearly a product distilled from the author’s most essential emotions and experiences.

Zine: The Queer Quartets and Other Poems
Author: Helena Kaminski
Publisher: House Hippo Press

Canadian author Helena Kaminski is largely unknown to traditional readers of lesbian genre poetry. While she writes on a broad range of feminist matters, her works have been accepted by the Gay and Lesbian Review, Worldwide, and the Gramsci Monument, a public arts project in NYC. She has been published in The Paris Review, New Directions, and AGNI, and studied with renowned poet, Thom Gunn of The Movement.

The West End. Bitterly cold out.
Everyone stamping their so-called boots.

Clockwise, it’s the fag end of Saturday.
Counter-clockwise it’s Sunday.

All the clubbers are screaming something from the B side of
speech,
When the brain cannot quite manage words.

Three women (good guess they’re gay),
Are taking the air, and it’s taking them ages.
For every breath they take in, they need a breather.

It’s that cold.

And so begins “I” from her most recent release, The Queer Quartets and Other Poems, a chapbook-style zine of queer feminist poetry published by the upstart House Hippo Press. This edgy and erotic collection features the “Queer Quartets, I-V,” and three other poems.

Kaminski’s poetry is raw and passionate, full of rhythm, imagery, and metaphor. Her voice is not just active, but aggressive, and her poems feature variable sentence structures, lively line breaks, and original rhyme. For example, in “III”, she uses her poetic style to balance the edge with the erotic, the cool with the contentious, and the stark with the sensuous.

They might have shared some weed, a drink and dance,
Topped up with a no-frills fuck.

What they haven’t done is click.

Standing there nursing her full-fat coke, super-sober
Where everyone’s high, drunk and
Off-duty, Ms Tall’s on patrol.

The cheesy great strobe light
Parceling out its diffused used psychedelics
To every last inch of a dance-floor and
Stage that flit unafraid between retro and techno

Tonight they all work for Ms Tall, on the house.
Slave accessories helping her play

I am an enigma
You’ll never break

But, heh, you go ahead, try.

Feminist writers come in many sizes, shapes, and packages, and Ms. Kaminski’s cadence, funk, verve, and experimental style bring to mind Post-Beat writer Anne Waldman, whose technique highlights the intersection of poetry, performance, activism, and feminism. The Queer Quartets and Other Poems isn’t traditional lesbian genre poetry, but it tells a familiar tale in a way that is not just compelling but enticing. These poems are loaded with heavy rhythm, improvisation, free association, rich poetic phrases, clever word play, and their own special slang—they border on the aggressive and “in your face,” and they make you want just a little more. I appreciate the look, the sound, and the vibe of Helena Kaminski’s poetry, and if there is one complaint of the collection, it’s simply that it wasn’t longer.

***

William Carlos Williams of The Red Wheelbarrow fame once said, “But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn’t declaim or explain, it presents.”

I love two things about his statement: First, it proves that he was a better poet than he was a philosopher. And, second, that appreciation of poetry—all poetry—good, bad, or ugly, belongs only to the reader.

It’s true with any form of writing, but never more so than with poetry.


Monday, January 6, 2014

Day of the Dead by Andi Marquette


THE RAINBOW READER WELCOMES SPECIAL GUEST REVIEWER

LYNETTE MAE 

Golden Crown Literary Award & Lambda Literary Award Finalist
Author of Faithful Service, Silent Hearts, Tactical Pursuit & the upcoming, Rebound

Book: Day of the Dead
Author: Andi Marquette
Publisher: Regal Crest Enterprises

Day of the Dead is the fourth installment of Andi Marquette’s New Mexico series, featuring memorable lead characters, Professor K.C. Fontero, and her buddy, Detective Chris Gutierrez. I first fell in love with these characters in Land of Entrapment, the series keystone, and they have become loyal, old friends who never disappoint. The series is set against the backdrop of the sweeping New Mexico landscape, rich with picturesque images and South of the Border influences that transport the reader effortlessly. Ms. Marquette is a master of scene, and I can almost taste the green chile and feel the arid climate around me.

I've spent a lot of time talking with other authors about “buddy novels”, and this series is an example of that genre at it’s very best. Each story features and alternates between K.C. or Chris as the lead, with the other character filling in the blanks through friendship and professional expertise. Add into the mix K.C.’s delightful, free-spirited partner, Sage, and Chris’s new love, the beautiful, whip-smart attorney, Dayna, and you have a solid ensemble cast.

I love strong, capable female characters—and readers out there, let me assure you that women rule these novels—the formula works.

This time around, Detective Chris Gutierrez has the lead and her hands are full. The story opens with Chris and her detective partner, Dale Harper, on the scene of a grisly murder. The murder scene shows signs of possible gang connections, and then there’s the killer’s unique calling card. The detective’s first task is to figure out whether the crime is the result of the victim’s gang or drug affiliations, or something deeper. Evidence soon indicates that the victim was involved in human trafficking across the Mexican border.

This isn’t a police procedural and I don’t think Ms. Marquette intends it to be. She doesn’t try to bog us down with needless jargon or use inaccurate depictions that can make law enforcement types cringe. That said, she incorporates her knowledge of the subject matter and careful research to tell a tight, interesting story. What this career cop enjoys about the story is the way she humanizes the detectives. Too often police characters are depicted as either super-human crime-fighters or bumbling idiots, and of course, neither cliché is accurate.

Chris and Harper make a fantastic odd couple in the good cop/bad cop tradition of police stories. On the surface, Harper is the textbook white male, ignorant to other ethnic origins and non-white cultures. Chris is the daughter of Mexican immigrants, and not just a female detective, but a lesbian. Their pairing makes them a great crime-fighting team, and more than that, it requires their characters to challenge their own internal belief systems. Their strength is the way they play off each other to solve cases as their banter entertains us along the way.

Chris follows the trail from Albuquerque to El Paso. But, fear makes folks tight-lipped in immigrant communities and Chris must use every professional and personal connection to gather information bit by bit. To make matters worse, an anti-immigrant blogger is hell bent on twisting the truth about the Albuquerque PD, painting them as soft on crime and even corrupt. Chris now fears he’ll seize on her personal relationship with Dayna to add a new layer of hate to his commentary. She’s being squeezed from all sides, trying to balance her duty as a cop with the gray areas of the underground immigrant world, while struggling to keep her family and friends from becoming collateral damage of the blogger.

Author, Andi Marquette
The storytelling in Day of the Dead is vintage Andi Marquette. Her understanding of the culture and sensitivity weave a careful tapestry of nuance throughout the book. What I most love as a cop of twenty years is the message so very often lost in this black and white, polarized world of ours. While murder is murder, and right and wrong are easy to distinguish, people touched by the events are humans with faults. Ms. Marquette is careful to approach the subject of immigration with a light touch, understanding that the gray areas are many and vast. Don’t worry, you’ll find no preaching here—just a well-told mystery that will keep you turning the page, while you catch up with the rich characters we’ve all grown to love.

Day of the Dead is another winner from talented author, Andi Marquette. I give it a solid thumbs up, so go out and grab a copy, and settle in for a great ride.


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Family Jewels by Kate Christie & Tactical Pursuit by Lynette Mae


The Rainbow Reader Welcomes Special Guest Reviewer
MICHELLE BROOKS 
Fellow Lesfic Aficionado and Humorist-In-Training

This week, Michelle tackles perception,
Family Jewels by Kate Christie, 
and Tactical Pursuit by Lynette Mae

Book:  Family Jewels
Author:  Kate Christie
Publisher:  Bella Books

Perception is a funny thing—while we use our senses to identify any number of things, it is our collective life experiences which shape how we perceive the world around us. 

Don’t worry, I am not going to go off on some existential rant about perception. I simply find it interesting that people can perceive the same event in vastly different ways. Some find Cupid to be a perfectly acceptable personification of love and romance. To me, a short, chubby kid in a diaper wielding a weapon hardly screams romance. 

Interpersonal relationships be they with friends, family members or romantic in nature, can thrive or wane depending on the perceptions held by the individuals involved. Years ago, my friend Liz ended a relationship because the person she was dating hated Jazz music and she perceived that as a significant character flaw. Another friend, Maria despises anything that combines chocolate and peanut butter. My perception is that Liz needs to lighten up a bit and Maria would do well to embrace what I consider to be an especially brilliant culinary amalgamation.

Then again, many people participate in Easter egg hunts where they search for colorfully dyed eggs which have been hidden outdoors. First of all, my hunting and gathering begins and ends at the grocery store. Secondly, I store my eggs in a relatively modern invention called a refrigerator. Hiding perfectly good food outdoors, searching for it, and then eating it once it has been found seems like a rather circuitous and potentially health threatening route to take simply because one has a taste for hard boiled eggs.

For the record, Maria and I have remained friends but Liz is still single, and continues her yearly trek to the Newport Jazz festival hoping to bring home a compatible Jazz aficionado.

In Kate Christie’s book, Family Jewels, the start of the new year has not been kind to Elizabeth Starreveld. Elizabeth, or Junior as she is called by her friends, barely finishes ringing in the new year with her girlfriend Maddie and her best friend Dez, when Dez confesses that she and Maddie are romantically involved. Junior is forced to work through the pain of losing both her girlfriend and her best friend while facing the added burdens of coming to terms with the declining health of her seriously ill mentor and dealing with strained family relationships. Junior has always perceived herself as being different from the rest of her family. While her sisters busied themselves playing dress-up and learning how to cook, Junior was roaming the woods and developing her love for all things botanical. Despite the fact that they have very little in common, there is one thing that Junior and her sisters do agree on. None of them are interested in following in their father’s footsteps and working at the family Jewelry store; a business that has been in their family for generations.

When Junior came out to her family shortly after high school, it created a chasm in her relationship with her father. As time went on, it grew deeper and despite her attendance at Sunday family dinners, Juniors relationship with her father was strained at best. He ignores her and she tries to ignore his obvious disappointment of her. When her father proposes that she accompany him on a business trip to a jeweler’s convention, Juniors first response is to decline. However after hearing that the trip would include a visit to Holland to see the tulips, Junior quickly changes her mind. While she and her father have different reasons motivating them to take this trip, they both discover that spending time together reaps greater benefits than either had anticipated.

Family Jewels includes numerous descriptive passages which allow the reader to accompany Junior as she experiences the beauty of the Netherlands. It is quite evident that Kate Christie has either done a tremendous amount of research, or she has been to the Netherlands herself. On more than one occasion, I could swear that a caught a whiff of tulips in the air.

Or maybe it was my new plug in room freshener.

The pacing in the beginning of the book is a bit slower and much of the storyline includes the kind of dyke drama one would expect a twenty-something to be experiencing. The pace picks up after Junior and her father embark on their trip, and the story mellows into an enjoyable journey through the streets of Antwerp and the Netherlands. The writing is clean and there was only one formatting error, a rare occurrence in the world of e-books.

Kate Christie takes her time developing the main characters in Family Jewels. While Junior’s character develops throughout the book, Kate does an admirable job by quickly inviting the reader into her world in such a way the reader can relate to her and her growing pains. Junior’s character immediately brings to mind people I have known, and readers may even see a bit of themselves in her character. While aspects of Junior’s character are revealed from the beginning, her father’s character develops more slowly. Ms. Christie initially provides little detail about Mr. Starreveld, encouraging the reader to cultivate their opinion based solely on Junior’s perception of him. As the story progresses, the author skillfully allows this character to become more multi-dimensional, allowing the reader to gain a deeper understanding of,  and empathy for, his character.

Family Jewels is more than a simple story about the relationship we have, or think we have with a family member. It is a story about how our perception impacts not only how we choose to interact with that individual, but how it often serves as a reflection of how we perceive ourselves. 

I give Family Jewels a solid 5.1 out of 6.0 on the Rainbow Scale

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Book:  Tactical Pursuit
Author:  Lynette Mae
Publisher:  Regal Crest Enterprises, LLC

Let me just put this out there. Ordinarily, I am not a fan of sequels. First of all, my experience has been that oftentimes the sequel is not as good as the first book. And, secondly, the author has to walk a tightrope with the sequel, balancing the need to provide enough information so that those who haven’t read the first book aren’t lost, while not providing too much information and thus boring those who did.

Luckily for all of us, Lynette Mae is a talented tightrope walker.

I wonder if she has that listed on her resume?

Tactical Pursuit continues the story of Devon James and her friend Mac McKinley, characters first introduced in Lynette Mae’s debut novel, Faithful Service, Silent Hearts. Devon is working as a police corporal and SWAT officer in Florida after years of serving in the military. She is dedicated to her job, one that she does quite well. Her life has taken on a comfortable rhythm of work and spending time with her friends save for the nightmares that she still experiences ten years after leaving the military. When a chance encounter with rookie officer Jessie Kilbride leaves her flustered and more than a bit tongue tied, Devon begins to wonder if she is ready to make room in her life for something other than work.

As a mutual attraction between Devon and Jessie begins to grow, Devon must face demons that she has tried to leave in the past. It is an arduous task, especially in light of the connection that exists between the prime suspect in a string of recent crimes and a ominous adversary from Devon’s days in the military. Devon’s safety and that of the people she holds dear hangs in the balance as an elusive, maniacal killer seeks revenge. Devon will need to call upon every ounce of the skills she has honed over the years and rely on assistance from friends past and present if she is to have a future with the woman she loves.

In her book, Tactical Pursuit, Lynette Mae combines characters who are well developed, an interesting and fast paced storyline, and romantic elements to create a book easily able to stand alone on its own merits. That being said, this reviewer does recommend that those who have not already done so, read Faithful Service, Silent Hearts.

Lynette’s considerable breadth of knowledge about law enforcement is peppered in passages throughout the story, but the reader does not need to be able to distinguish a Glock from a glockenspiel in order to fully enjoy this book. The plot has moments of heart pounding action, which are offset well by the inclusion of romantic moments and scenes which illustrate the deep friendship shared by Devon and Mac.

Tactical Pursuit draws the reader in from the first page and keeps hold of the reader through the final page of the book. The pacing is steady throughout and the cast is a well rounded collection of both main and supporting characters. Tactical Pursuit is a solid offering from author Lynette Mae, who once again proves her skill as a talented storyteller. 

I am standing at attention and saluting as I give Tactical Pursuit a solid 5.3 out of 6.0 on the Rainbow Scale.


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Seminal Murder by Mary Vermillion


Book:  Seminal Murder
Author:  Mary Vermillion
Publisher:  Regal Crest Enterprises

There were a few times over the years when the tick tock of my biological clock sounded like a turn signal on steroids.  I’d go online and look at pictures of babies and toddlers looking for forever homes, maybe research what it took to become a foster parent, talk to folks in the neighborhood who had adopted kids, and evaluate my bank account to see if it was deep and wide enough to bring a Salem Junior into my life.

Then I’d go to Friends of Homeless Animals and adopt a dog.

Other times, when the hands of my biological clock would start spinning like Regan MacNeil’s head, I’d go online and look at bios of baby daddies, research local in vitro clinics, talk to friends and coworkers about their successes and failures with IVF, and evaluate my bank account to see if it was deep and wide enough to bring a mini-me into the world.

And then I’d go to Friends of Homeless Animals and adopt another dog.

Then, when I hit my mid-forties, and started to detect the not-so-subtle signs that my once plump and fertile eggs were drying up faster than a week old slice of birthday cake left uncovered in the refrigerator, I evaluated my list of smart, studly, and sane male friends to determine if their collective gene pool was deep and wide enough to sacrifice my Tovolo stainless steel turkey baster. 

That was when a post-menopausal friend gave me a Siberian Husky puppy.

While the urge isn’t as strong or frequent as it used to be, the topic of children is one of those required checklist items that has to be addressed when any two lesbians meet, fall in love, and decide to run away to Vermont and elope.

Enter my soul mate and wife, Ann McMan, stage left.

Ann is a few years older than me, and safely past the point of childbirth.  I’m still technically able, but freely admit that at this stage in life, the mere thought of childbirth is enough to make my ovaries strike faster than unionized bakers at a Twinkie plant.  Of course, there’s always the option of adoption—I’ve always personally struggled with the idea of creating a new life when there were already so many who simply needed a home—but even under the best of circumstances, that isn’t a quick or guaranteed process, especially in North Carolina.

So, Ann and I quickly, easily, and unanimously agreed that four dogs and two cats was the perfect family dynamic for us.

However, I want to point out that if I want something Ann believes I don’t need, I start emailing her pictures of husky puppies that need a forever home.  Some might call it manipulative, but it works for us—I usually get what I want, and she doesn’t have to tell her publisher that the husky ate her (a) royalty check, (b) manuscript, (c) contract, or (d) all of the above.  

Again.

Mary Vermillion takes on a full gamut of lesbian reproductive issues in her third Mara Gilgannon novel, Seminal Murder.  Running late to a scheduled interview with friend and fertility specialist, Dr. Grace Everest, Mara and her former lover, Anne, stumble onto a grisly murder scene.  The women don’t know who murdered the good doctor, but suspect it has everything to do with the hoard of right-wing conservative Christians protesting both the sperm bank and the radio station where Mara works.  Mara, a reluctant amateur sleuth, wants nothing to do with investigating the murder of her friend, but can’t seem to stop asking questions and following up hunches and leads.  Armed with her flamboyant gay husband, a feisty 15-year old looking for her biological father, and a long list of suspects, Mara follows lead after lead, and not only uncovers the big bad who killed her friend, but also learns why so many of her friends haven’t been able to conceive.  All the while Mara juggles a groundswell of emotions as she copes with conflicting feelings related to her past and present girlfriends, and comes to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe, she might actually make a good parent.

When I first heard Mary Vermillion read from Seminal Murder at the 2012 GCLS Convention, I scratched my head as I contemplated the chutzpah it takes for an author writing lesbian fiction to build a novel around semen, the one substance guaranteed to make any and every lesbian queasy.  Still, I was intrigued to see what she could do with the storyline, and where she would take her irrepressible sleuth, Mara Gilgannon. 

Ms. Vermillion’s cast of characters is a mixed bag, literally and metaphorically.  Mara is multi-dimensional, exhibiting equal parts wit, intellect, empathy, disbelief, and disassociation. Her gay housemate and best friend, Vince, fills the role of compassionate narcissist with an appropriate level of flash, flair, and refined competence.  Zoey, the headstrong and street-smart adoptee carves out a solid place in future Mara Gilgannon novels with her ability to out think and out smart every adult in the book. And the late Dr. Grace Everest, whose only appearance is as a corpse, is given a strong voice as Mara’s unsuspecting Zen Master.  The weakest characters in the book were, oddly, the ex-girlfriend, Anne, who appeared to be so focused on her own trials that she took on a ghost-like quality; and the current girlfriend, Bridget, who seemed entirely too focused on her job and her basketball players, the latter in an almost creepy way.  Still, it should be noted that Seminal Murder is a mystery/adventure, not a romance, so the hands-off approach to the women in Mara’s life is plausible and doesn’t take away from the true focus of the story.

Prior to reading Seminal Murder, I had not read the two earlier Mara Gilgannon books, the Lambda nominated Death by Discount or Murder by Mascot.  While both stories were briefly rehashed early on in this third installment, I found myself struggling a bit to figure out who each of the recurring characters really were, what their relationships were, and why they were significant.  And, while it took a handful of chapters to get comfortable and ease into the flow, I found that once I did, the pace of the story picked up and took off to satisfying heights. 

Mara Gilgannon is everywoman—she’s not rich, she's not gorgeous or handsome or androgynous, and she doesn’t have a job that opens up all the right doors at all the right times.  She feels sorry for herself, wants to be alone sometimes, and doesn’t see every clue in front of her.  Still, she has dogged determination, is loyal to the people she loves, and dreams about a young Jodie Foster.  I found myself liking her more and more as I read, and ultimately wanting to pick up the two earlier books to learn about how she got to where she is.  Seminal Murder is a smart and fun little mystery, and a quick read at 175 pages.  If you like quirky little whodunits, it’s worth a read. 

Because Mary Vermillion was able to credibly pull off “lesbian” and “sperm” in the same story, I’m going to sidestep the sketchy puns, and simply give Seminal Murder a solid 4.9 out of 6.0 on the Rainbow Scale.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Strangers by DeJay


The Rainbow Reader Welcomes Special Guest Reviewer
MICHELLE BROOKS 
Fellow Lesfic Aficionado and Humorist-In-Training

Book:  Strangers
Author:  DeJay
Publisher:  Regal Crest Enterprises

I have never embraced the phrase “put on your thinking cap.”

Maybe it’s because I grew up in a household where my mother routinely took poetic license when quoting idioms, choosing to spout such gems as “A watched pot never burns”, “Backyard driver” and “From your mouth to God’s eyes.”

While I don't share my mother’s proclivity for mangling idioms, I do share her love of shoes and as much as it pains me to admit, a few of her character traits as well. I chose never to have children, not the two legged kind anyway. I share my home and my heart with my two amazing dogs Lyric and her son Mickey and my quirky cat Bailey, who routinely attempts to defy gravity with limited success.

A "Controlled" Experiment ?
Krakatoa it ain't!
My maternal instincts are satisfied by my work with children diagnosed with autism spectrum disorders and time playing with my furry, four-legged kids. Any additional need for things of a maternal nature are satisfied by afternoons spent with the twins of a close friend--which usually happens when she decides that my house is better suited for things like building a working paper mâché volcano which belches raspberry preserves at irregular intervals with greater intensity than anticipated.

Suffice it to say, this was a school project and I had to call the Principal and humbly request that the twins be excused from detention. I took full responsibility for the faulty timing device and offered to pay his dry cleaning bill. As it would have been counterproductive (and a wee bit passive aggressive), I did not point out to Herr Principal that he had failed to maintain the minimum required distance from the volcano during the twin’s demonstration.

For the record, the kids got an “A," but I was banned from attending the school bake sale.

In Dejay’s newest book, Strangers, Justina Murphy, or Murphy as she prefers to be called, is the hard working owner of the Splash and Dash carwash.  Her world is turned upside down when DCS worker Victoria “Vicki” Wainwright makes an unexpected visit with the unfortunate news that Murphy’s sister has recently passed away.  In addition, she tells Murphy that her deceased sister listed her as the next of kin for her two nieces, fifteen-year-old Jessica and twelve year old Brianna.  Murphy is a highly independent woman who hasn’t had any contact with her family in thirty years. She doesn’t feel qualified, nor does she have the desire to take on the responsibility of raising two children. Her own childhood had been marked by years of abuse at the hands of her mother, who kicked her to the curb at age thirteen after learning her daughter was gay. Murphy endured several years as a homeless youth living on the streets, but with hard work and dogged determination, has managed to carve out a successful life. She owns a successful business and is single-minded in her focus, placing all of her time and energy into her work, leaving little room for pleasure, let alone children. Murphy now finds herself facing mounting pressure from Vicki to assume the role of caretaker, a role that is not only incongruent with the life she has created for herself, but also one which terrifies her.

While plagued with anxiety about disrupting her previously well organized life and uncertain if she is equipped to handle the daily responsibilities associated with caring for two children, Murphy eventually relents and assumes custody of Jessica and Brianna. The threesome navigates their way through an emotional obstacle course on the road to developing as a family unit. En route, Murphy faces demons from her past, and when new information is unearthed regarding a 30-year-old suicide, decades old wounds are re-opened. As Murphy’s attraction to Vicki grows, she begins to realize that she is not the only one who has been harboring secrets. Murphy and Vicki are each forced to examine the thick, protective armor they have each developed and determine if it has outlived its purpose. Both women must decide if the benefits outweigh the risks, and if it is indeed safe to love and be loved.
           
Strangers could have easily gone the way of countless movies on Lifetime, with Dejay taking the easy road, counting on clichéd images of Little Orphan Annie, complete with an equally bedraggled canine companion. Just as easily, she could have relied on overly graphic descriptions to broach the topics of homelessness and abuse, doing so in such a way that the reader would have been sent plunging into the depths of an icy bath of anguish, sputtering and struggling to catch their breath.

She could have, but she didn’t.

Instead, DeJay chose to forge a different path. I applaud the author’s decision to flex her considerable skills as a talented wordsmith, carefully crafting a story that develops slowly and grows in intensity with each passing chapter. In doing so, Dejay deftly circumvents a path strewn with feelings of pity and instead, allows the reader to empathize with the characters and celebrate their transformative growth as the storyline progresses.
           
As I read any new book, my level of enjoyment is impacted by how the storyline is introduced, and it’s evolution with regards to pacing and believability, character development and the overall writing style. The writing in Strangers is crisp and clean, with a touch of mystery and romance intertwined in such a way that it enhances the storyline and the powerful message the book clearly communicates. Dejay’s characterization of Murphy, Vicki, Jessica and Rachel were all well developed. Secondary characters were included appropriately, nicely rounding out the cast and serving to add additional depth to the storyline.

This is the part where the reviewer takes a deep breath, a swig of her now cold coffee and exhales before continuing.

I’m not an author, I’m a reader. Therefore I will not even begin to try and comprehend the arduous task that an author undertakes when writing a book. That being said, I am an avid reader, one who easily plows through several books in a week. I appreciate the amount of time that authors spend doing research before even starting to write a book. Some books require the author to complete considerable in-depth research in order to create a plausible storyline—Strangers is one such book. It is quite evident that Dejay spent quite a bit of time researching both the topics of homelessness and abuse. However, her treatment of the relationship between Murphy and Fran, a Psychiatrist, troubled me. Fran is repeatedly referred to as Murphy’s friend and therapist. At one point, Murphy states, “Fran is an old friend, we’ve known each other twenty years, but more to the point, she is my therapist.” I am a mental health professional, and this statement raised a red flag for me in that it revealed the presence of a dual relationship.

A dual relationship is one in which the therapist maintains two roles with an individual, such as friend and therapist.

Such relationships are frowned upon in the profession and in some cases, they are a violation of the professional code of ethics to which all mental health professionals must subscribe. It was the treatment of the relationship between Murphy and Fran that slightly marred for me an otherwise superbly written book.

I will admit that due to the subject matter, this is not a book I might have chosen to read had Salem not asked if I’d be interested penning a review. I will also admit that Salem’s choice clearly indicates that she is far wiser than I am (her unquestionable lack of taste with regards to gnawing on spurious vegetables notwithstanding). Seriously, I have joked with Salem about starting a self help group whose goal would be to help readers like myself recover from tendonitis resulting from the repeated tapping of the Remove From Device button on their Kindle—this ailment being the consequence of reading yet another book that had the depth of a petri dish, and rendered feelings of satisfaction equal to a meal of three gummy worms with a side of Tic Tacs.

That being said, I am deliriously happy to report that my Remove From Device trigger finger did not twitch even once during the course of reading this book. Dejay’s Strangers is not your usual fare, but don’t let the difficult subject matter lead you to pass by this book. It’s far from the typical tale of homelessness and abuse that leaves you heavy hearted; rather, it is a beautifully told story that reminds us that our past does not always dictate our future, and that the scars we bear serve as testament to the fact that we are stronger than that which strives to destroy us.

I’m giving Strangers a solid 5.1 out of 6.0 on the Rainbow Scale.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Faithful Service, Silent Hearts by Lynette Mae


Book:  Faithful Service, Silent Hearts
Author:  Lynette Mae
Publisher:  Regal Crest Enterprises


This week I’m taking a look at a debut novel by Lynette Mae that chronicles the life of a young lesbian soldier during a seminal time in American history.  The story Faithful Service, Silent Hearts deals with a young Army officer focused on the mission of identifying terrorists and keeping soldiers out of harm’s way, all the while trying to protect her heart and hide the secret of her sexuality during the homosexual witch-hunts of the Reagan Administration.

However, before I tuck into the overview of the story and my thoughts about it, I want to take a few minutes to talk about something close to my heart.  Yesterday morning, my beloved Aunt Jackie passed away.  She was 87 years old, and my siblings and I are the only family she had in the world.  When I was a baby, she would give me cold coffee from a spoon, and rub whiskey on my chest to help me breathe during asthma attacks. 

Aunt Jackie was at every birthday, Christmas Eve, and graduation; and she was one of only four people I asked to attend my baptism.  When I didn’t think I had enough money to go away to graduate school, she told me there was no way I was going to pass up THAT opportunity, and offered financial assistance without a second of thought.  The last time I saw her, she was in the hospital recovering from surgery.  I leaned down and she kissed me and said, “I love you, Mother.”   It didn’t matter that she was confused; the emotion was very real for both of us. 

I love you, Aunt Jackie – thank you for always being there for me.

And now, back to the regularly scheduled book review:  Faithful Service, Silent Hearts tells the story of Devon James, a studly young leader that very well could have been the face of the new Army.  Smart, clever, and dedicated, she took on every assignment with passion and clarity.  While on assignment at the Army Intelligence Center, she begins a lusty relationship with her roommate, the equally smart, clever, and dedicated rogue, Lieutenant Jillian Gray.  That is, until the witch-hunt begins, and Lt. Gray’s once-promising Army career is burned at the stake. 

The Marine Barracks, Beirut,10/23/83
Photo courtesy of the USMC
Lt. James is spared from discovery, and she continues her career, eventually hooking up with an old college friend and CIA Agent, Alex Sommers.  Both women find themselves walking a professional and emotional tightrope in Beirut until members of an Islamic Jihadist movement took the lives of 220 Marines, 18 sailors, and three soldiers in one act of barbarism.  Among the causalities of this harrowing day was Agent Sommers.  Broken hearted, and seriously wounded, Lt. James returns to the United States and finds herself both honored for her heroism, and targeted for her sexuality. 

Faithful Service, Silent Hearts is a truly compelling book that takes a unique look at lesbians in the military who skirted the legal policy of 10 U.S.C. § 654, which stated that homosexuality is incompatible with military service and that persons who engaged in homosexual acts or stated that they are homosexual or bisexual were to be discharged.

For the history buffs out there, that means before President Clinton’s ‘mine is bigger than yours’ to Congress with his signing of Defense Directive 1304.26, more popularly known as “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”.

It’s a pleasure to read a story about lesbians in the military that separates itself from the myriad books being released that deal with more contemporary Iraq/Afghanistan issues.  This story gives us a fresh look back at the not-so-distant past, and subtly reminds readers of some of the political decisions and questionable policies that directly lead us to where we are today. 

Specifically, I mean the perception of the United States abroad, the perception of women in combat, and the perception of gays and lesbians in the military. 

Ms. Mae’s main character, Devon James, is well written – professionally confident, yet personally vulnerable.  She is dedicated to her job, her soldiers, and her friends, but unsure how to truly give her heart away.  Yet, somehow she does, despite her best efforts not to.

The love affairs are artfully developed and believable, and the friendships and professional exchanges have a depth that speaks to authenticity.   The interactions and descriptions of the military and intelligence communities are simple and convincing, and delightfully don’t fall victim to cartoonish heroism or villainy.

The story is tightly written, well plotted, and free of gratuitous trips to the bully pulpit.  While it contains a handful of romantic and sexual encounters, the story does not stray into syrupy romance.  True, the reader wants the protagonist to find and keep the love of her life, but the story is more about a soldier walking a tightrope between two incompatible worlds.

Well, “perceived” incompatible worlds, that is…marines, soldiers, sailors, and airmen have shown us time and again how truly ridiculous that perception was and remains.

Lynette Mae is one of the brash and gifted new writers strutting into the world of Lesfic.  She’s talented and skillful with the insight and ability to tell a story we don’t recognize.  She shows us that we can have sexy, steamy, edgy, heart pounding fiction that feels fresh and new, and far removed from the mundane. 

If I were to point to one flaw in Faithful Service, Silent Hearts, it would be the pacing, which is a bit hurried toward the conclusion.  Still, the overall strength of this tale outweighs that minor blemish.

If you haven’t looked around lately, the theme of ‘Women in the Military’ is becoming a hot commodity in Lesfic, and for good reason.  We all love strong women and we all need heroes.

Let’s just say, they’re the new breed of tough and chewy butch with a gun – a .50 caliber, fully automatic, with armor-piercing-incendiary-tracer ammo, that is. 

Lynette Mae has given readers a thoughtful, solid story, a memorable protagonist, and a happy ending that is evenly tempered with hope and loss.  This is a compelling read, and one that is worth the investment in time and money.  I’m giving this intelligent, well-written story a solid 5.1 out of 6 on the Rainbow Scale.