The links have been piling up, telling me it’s time I gave my colleagues their due and listed the latest in books news. Of course, I have to lead off with plugs about books I’m in, however shameless that might be. So I’m pleased to announce that Best Lesbian Erotica 2004 has earned a Lammy nomination. It’s advance word and the entire list of nominees hasn’t been released but you can watch this space for the announcement.
Last week I put a new tiny book picture up on the Pursed Lip’s masthead. Now I’m making time to announce the Venus Book Club release of The Big Book of Hot Women’s Erotica 2004, exclusive to the club and edited by Marilyn Jaye Lewis. Consider joining the club, please, because they’re doing a great job producing exclusive titles and creating a one-stop spot for finding any number of erotic/sexuality books.
It’s always disappointing when a book project gets cancelled, but some good can come from it. The latest casuality is what was to be Noirotica 4: Repeat Offenders, but with Black Books slowly winding down its existence, it was likely to happen. Too bad, because the Noirotica series were celebrated with every edition and installment. However, author/editor Thomas Roche is taking the Noirotica series virtual and eventually my story, Kiss Hard will appear there. I’m looking forward to it. After all, how many books will I have a chance to appear in that sport a title that sounds like it’s right out of the Law and Order franchise?
I’m sure you’ll soon find Susan Wright’s Slave Masters, the second in her erotic SF space opera, at the Venus Book Club, but it’s already in bookstores, online and in ebook format. I bought the ebook version because the frigid weather kept me housebound alot over the last two weeks, even though Palm Media isn’t my favorite company because they’ve excluded GLBT works and downplayed the presence of erotic fiction at their site. But what can you do when you want an ebook and Amazon doesn’t seem in any hurry to add Susan’s ebook to their mix?
Forgetful me. When I listed neat things seen at the Flea a couple of weeks ago, I failed to mention Tim Brough’s hot leathermen books. I thought I saw a third book there, so I’m going to drop Mr. Brough a line and see what’s up there. Stay tuned.
I’m spending a decent amount of time on the treadmill, trying to shed a few pounds and tone a few muscles. The books keeping me company there? Simon Sheppard’s Kinkorama: Dispatches from the Front Lines of Perversion, a delightfully smart and smart-ass radical sex read that’s a refreshing jab in the ribs of these conservative-leaning times, and Susie Bright’s Mommy’s Little Girl: On Sex, Motherhood, Porn, and Cherry Pie
. I find myself enjoying Simon’s book a tad more not just because of its queer radicalism (with a hint of stand-up) but because its material is fresh to me, compared to Susie’s more retrospective collection, much of which I read over the last decade in their original appearances. Read more about Simon here. Next on the treadmill with me: Greg Wharton’s The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name: Essays on Queer Sexuality and Desire.
Last but not least: In my quieter moments (which don’t include the treadmill), I’m savoring the newest titles from suspect press, Ian Phillip’s Satyriasis: Literotica 2 and Greg Wharton’s Johnny Was and Other Tall Tales. I have a feeling these books are going to be balms for my literary soul during this long, cold winter, and I have Greg and Ian to thank directly for feeding my habit. They’re such good sports when it comes to someone jonesin’ after their works. Thanks, guys!
Yes, an exhaustive list, isn’t it? Makes me want to celebrate how vibrant erotic/sexuality/queer press is at this moment and I hope you will, too. Of course, your celebrating might be short-lived. If you think this entry was exhaustive, wait until I clean out my dead links. Which I plan to do while getting snowed in Tuesday and into Wednesday!
