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Tuesday Top Ten… pieces of lesbian love literature

October 21, 2009 CULTURE 10 Comments

by Petit Fours

This all comes down to personal preference so I’ve given a list of books I like – mixing up a few classics and a few not-so-classics. I went for literature written about or by lesbians, some of them I go off on rants about, some I just mention.

There’s a lot of powerful brilliant ‘straight’ stuff about love that I could put in – because it’s just about people being in love with other people, which could apply to a lesbian graphic designer in London now just as much as did to a consumptive poet back in the 1820s or a schoolgirl in 1910. And of course there’s some great gay male writing as well.

Anyway – a bit of a personal tangent – do add anything else in the comments.

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1. The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

-glad I read this when I was out and happy otherwise it would probably have driven me to leave home and sit in the wilderness moaning about my status as an “invert”. Some highs, a lot of lows… Great for brooding melancholic doomed crushes. (Do these exist anymore? Not on the scene I bet.) Read some here.

2. Oranges are the Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

-it’s a classic, but a great classic. Killingly funny, it’s really sharply observed and a really honest fresh version of the old coming-out story. There’s not much directly about sexual love, except at the end, where she sleeps with a girl who has grey eyes and reminds her of a cat. Lovely. It’s slightly more about families, parental love and making your own mind up.

3. Poetry by Sappho

- the best-known lesbian ever, after perhaps only Shane McCutcheon, she wrote love poetry but only little tiny pieces of it have survived. Consequently, they’re very easy to read, in a nice modern translation. Couldn’t  resist sticking in a few snippets – it’s very sexy lush stuff: Again love, the limb-loosener, rattles me / bittersweet, / irresistible, / a crawling beast.http://api.ning.com/files/JJIz2FNEGW4IhYYhJb8HTiPKZDbOI*o2TT14*1Fn6EmKoEk-IrVy3g9kx3iHXDv5b4eFCcQk1OBmwdcTmEDe-n-RkAZJLOe*/sapphoPortraitadaptedfrom5thcenturyBCEAthenianVase.jpg

And another one:

For whenever I look at you even briefly
I can no longer say a single thing,

but my tongue is frozen in silence;
instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;
with my eyes I see nothing;
my ears make a whirring noise.

But also slightly political:

Some say an army of horsemen,
some of footsoldiers, some of ships,
is the fairest thing on the black earth,
but I say it is what one loves.

All Sappho’s fragments here.

4. Lesbiennes by Charles Baudelaire

Yes he is a straight man and by all accounts a man of a few sexual perversions – but he was fascinated by lesbians in an artistic and sociological way, as well as, probably, a pervy way. He was also a bit of a troubled genius, who lived in 19th century France and wrote great taboo-busting poetry. He gave lesbianism a sort of lawless avant-garde glamour in poems Lesbos and Femmes damnées (damned women). He’s not fetishising unusual sexaulity, I think he’s just showing how there is really no such thing as abnormal sexuality, as the closer you delve into anyone’s life the more  it appears that we’re all just after love and a little sexual frisson now and then. Anyway, there are some meltingly sexy descriptions. Read about Baudelaire on GLBTQ’s literature section. See Lesbos and translations here. Again, I’m gonna quote y’all a bit, from Lesbos:

Lesbos, where kisses, languishing or joyous,
Burning as the sun’s light, cool as melons,

Lesbos, land of hot and languorous nights,
That make the hollow-eyed girls, amorous
Of their own bodies, caress before their mirrors
The ripe fruits of their nubility,

Here’s his description of Sappho – doesn’t she sound a bit like Shane? Yeah I reckon.

Of the virile Sappho, paramour and poet,
With her wan pallor, more beautiful than Venus!
— The blue eyes were conquered by the black eyes, ringed
With dark circles, traced by the sufferings
Of the virile Sappho, paramour and poet!

5. Tipping the Velvet – Sarah Watershttp://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0330433911.jpg

- it’s a cheerful intelligent book, the stories is a merry romp, with some good sex but also some sadnesses. Tipping the Velvet is almost the antidote to Radclyffe Hall in being so upbeat. I want to read one of Waters’ other books, Affinity, which is supposed to be really good as well, in a darker more gothic, suppressed emotion way. (Also, not totally relevant here, but Sarah Waters is a bit of a hero for being so available for helping out with gay community stuff).

6. The Accidental – Ali Smith

– so soft, such a tender writer, all the details and the feelings are quite exquisite. All this light and colour and nature in her books makes the love very calm and beautiful while also being teasingly hot.

7. Rapture – Carol Ann Duffy

- Carol Ann Duffy (current Poet Laureate) wrote about her affair with a woman in this book of poetry, covering lust, love, helplessness, disappointment and loss.. aaah. A line I love from ‘ You’ – the first poem: “there you are on the bed / like a gift/ like a touchable dream”. Read some poems from Rapture here.

8. Plays by Sarah Kane

- Sarah Kane kinda fascinates me. She was a British playwright who died young, and left a handful of really startling plays, brutal and quite crass but also very tender. She was lesbian but didn’t write about it explicitly, though there’s a lot about sex and love and the difficulty of expressing emotions in what she writes about. The plays are slightly terrifying, and about pain, vulnerability and torture but love is very powerful and just redemptive. Sometimes.

She committed suicide aged 28 in 1999. You can get ‘Sarah Kane is my Kurt Cobain’ t-shirts but you’d be better off buying the plays really.

Haven’t read but on my to-do list:

9. Sputnik Sweetheart – by Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami, a slightly disorientating story about a lesbian love affair from this master of strange metaphors and word games.

10. The Colour Purple -  about race and being gay in the southern states of the US. I think it’s a really unusual book, a fascinating piece of history as well as a novel.

Currently there are "10 comments" on this Article:

  1. Florentine says:

    Fab article.

    I love that you just compared Sappho to Shane – genius. The Well of Loneliness is just about the most gut-wrenching thing I’ve ever read, in the best possible way. And that final paragraph is quite possibly the most haunting close ever commited to print. Love.

    Also want to flame the Sarah Waters fan – everything she writes is gold, her instinct for placing equal importance on great plot/storytelling in addition to character exploration is probably why her stuff is so award-worthy – and so frequently adapted to screen (the very MEDIUM of plot). Sorry, geekville. Can you tell I like her a bit? Anyway, read Fingersmith, it’s a blinder!

  2. Florentine says:

    Clearly meant fan the Sarah Waters flame. I definitely did that on purpose, just to be ironic. Definitely.

  3. petit fours says:

    oh flame the fan too! wow, great write-up okay i WILL read fingersmith now Florentine.

  4. Devils Food Cake says:

    Fried Green Tomatoes! Heavily edited for the screen (but Mary Louise Parker can still be mine any day) but the book is as gay as this website, yes sir.

    The Buffy comics – if that even counts. Hello Willow.

    Interesting fact – I got my gf a copy of poetry by Sappho, because I’m that gay.

  5. Joe says:

    Ruby Fruit Jungle – no one ever ever mentions this book by Rita Mae Brown, its fantastic!!!!

  6. Josephine says:

    Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg on there. Its my all time favourite! Gay identification aside, its just incredibly well written and the honesty just broke my heart.
    x

  7. Brooke says:

    Also ‘Sappho to Philaenis” by John Donne for those of you whose interests lie in the 17th century and also in 17th century Sappho fanfiction that scans/z/$. I haven’t double-checked this transcription and found it on ANGELFIRE (step up from geocities?) so it may have typos.

    “Sappho to Philaenis”

    Where is that holy fire, which verse is said
    To have? is that enchanting force decayed?
    Verse, that draws Nature’s works, from Nature’s law,
    Thee, her best work, to her work cannot draw.
    Have my tears quenched my old poetic fire;
    Why quenched they not as well, that of desire?
    Thoughts, my mind’s creatures, often are with thee,
    But I, their maker, want their liberty.
    Only thine image, in my heart, doth sit,
    But that is wax, and fires environ it.
    My fires have driven, thine have drawn it hence;
    And I am robbed of picture, heart, and sense.
    Dwells with me still mine irksome memory,
    Which, both to keep, and lose, grieves equally.
    That tells me how fair thou art: thou art so fair,
    As, gods, when gods to thee I do compare,
    Are graced thereby; and to make blind men see,
    What things gods are, I say they are like to thee.
    For, if we justly call each silly man
    A little world, what shall we call thee then?
    Thou art not soft, and clear, and straight, and fair,
    As down, as stars, cedars, and lilies are,
    But thy right hand, and cheek, and eye, only
    Are like thy other hand, and cheek, and eye.
    Such was my Phao awhile, but shall be never,
    As thou wast, art, and, oh, mayst thou be ever.
    Here lovers swear in their idolatry,
    That I am such; but grief discolours me.
    And yet I grieve the less, lest grief remove
    My beauty, and make me unworthy of thy love.
    Plays some soft boy with thee, oh there wants yet
    A mutual feeling which should sweeten it.
    His chin, a thorny hairy unevenness
    Doth threaten, and some daily change possess.
    Thy body is a natural paradise,
    In whose self, unmanured, all pleasure lies,
    Nor needs perfection; why shouldst thou then
    Admit the tillage of a harsh rough man?
    Men leave behind them that which their sin shows,
    And are as thieves traced, which rob when it snows.
    But of our dalliance no more signs there are,
    Than fishes leave in streams, or birds in air.
    And between us all sweetness may be had;
    All, all that Nature yields, or Art can add.
    My two lips, eyes, thighs, differ from thy two,
    But so, as thine from one another do;
    And, oh, no more; the likeness being such,
    Why should they not alike in all parts touch?
    Hand to strange hand, lip to lip none denies;
    Why should they breast to breast, or thighs to thighs?
    Likeness begets such strange self flattery,
    That touching myself, all seems done to thee.
    Myself I embrace, and mine own hands I kiss,
    And amorously thank myself for this.
    Me, in my glass, I call thee; but alas,
    When I would kiss, tears dim mine eyes, and glass.
    O cure this loving madness, and restore
    Me to me; thee, my half, my all, my more.
    So may thy cheeks’ red outwear scarlet dye,
    And their white, whiteness of the galaxy,
    So may thy mighty, amazing beauty move
    Envy in all women, and in all men, love,
    And so be change, and sickness, far from thee,
    As thou by coming near, keep’st them from me.

  8. Poultry says:

    For, if we justly call each silly man
    A little world, what shall we call thee then?

    I was thinking the same thing this very same morning. Farewell, now.

  9. pork chop says:

    I’m very grateful for these recommendations (amazon’s best selling lesbian fiction list usually consists of some pretty dire, mass paperback type titles) but I can’t believe you missed out ‘Carol’ by Patricia Highsmith! It was published in the fifties as ‘The Price of Salt’ under a pseudonym and (according to wikipedia) was the first explicitly gay novel with an ending that didn’t make you want to shot yourself in the face. Well underrated and definitely worth a read.

    Also, after reading this one I became a bit (a lot) obsessed with Highsmith and have her biography ‘Beautiful Shadow’ on my to read list-she’s better known for the Ripley series as well as being an extremely odd, misanthropic and alcoholic womanizer. Badass.

  10. pork chop says:

    urgh, I’ve literally just realised this is an old old post.

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