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Madame Bovary
Siddhartha
Civil Disobedience and Other Essays (Collected Essays)
The Children Star
Manstealing for Fat Girls
Undersong: Chosen Poems Old and New
Radio Crackling, Radio Gone
Radiant Days
Mythmakers and Lawbreakers: Anarchist Writers on Fiction
Footnotes in Gaza
Rubyfruit Jungle
Well. Look, I read Rubyfruit Jungle and [book:The Well of Loneliness] the same weekend during my freshman year of high school (1986). I'm not ashamed to say that I totally loved this book when I read it. I feel some shame now (internalized homophobia?) when I think about how I then read everything else Rita Mae Brown had written --this was before she started writing about cats. Thank god for The Well of Loneliness, which at least led me to modernism. Rubyfruit Jungle was in some ways the proto-L Word: tomboys yes, butches no. No, seriously, I was happy to have this book and for years afterwards I would make jokes about "Harvey Wallbanger, emphasis on the bang" and try to bond with girls I met about the fruit-throwing scene. What was that?
