“The Marriage of Billie Birdsong” is still up for free download, and will be until March 11. However, the sweepstakes giveway of a hardback The Art of Detection– is only running until Thursday night! All you US residents can enter that here. Enjoy, and good luck!
Join us for a fun time Friday–
This year’s Noel King lecture would make my husband Noel so happy! Meet Mercy Yamoah Odoyuye, a Ghanaian theologian and feminist. Daughter of a Methodist minister and a Church activist, Odoyuye entered the University of Ghana in 1959, where she met Professor Noel Q. King, who urged her to enter the new department of theology. Odoyuye…
This month, I’m celebrating the equality of marriage. The Art of Detection is a Kate Martinelli novel with two timelines, one of which is in the spring of 1924, when (according to the Mary Russell memoirs) Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell spent some time in San Francisco. But maybe they didn’t. Maybe the story of Sherlock…
Only five weeks after I’d hoped to finish it, I now have this: Beginnings A Kate Martinelli story by Laurie R. King Please note: story, not novel. See the thickness of that stack of pages? This is a 115 page novella, not a full-sized book. I don’t have a pub date for it yet. But…
I am in constant awe of the endless creativity, and perpetual optimism, of the human race. As a case in point, this amusing missive that dropped into my inbox a short time ago: Hope you do not mind my language sentence structure, since i’m from Philippines. I infected your device with a malware and im…
Califia’s Daughters is one of the most unique, inventive, thought provoking, dark, disturbing, pseudo-violent, feminist-based, post-apocalyptic/dystopian novels I have read in a long time, if ever. (Goodreads review) I wrote Califia’s Daughters back in the 80s and 90s. My original impetus for the story was, as I’ve said here before, to push back against Margaret Atwood’s dystopian…
Any society must be stable and unchanging to survive—and yet, the society that does not change both dies and kills its more adventurous spirits, a little at a time. Sometimes a door looks like a wall. Some days an opportunity presents itself as a threat. I’m more of a Judith than a Dian, but I…
I remember an old anthropologist telling me how, in the traditional African villages she and her husband studied, the old women were responsible for tutoring the boys in responsibility. The whimsical attitude of these aged ladies, their ability to prick the overblown pride of young adolescent males into so many collapsing balloons, must have done…
In the aftermath of a global catastrophe, how would the world settle down? Rural life would no doubt return to the fore—people need food before technology, any time. But given the kinds of machines, and the sorts of minds, we see in the 21stcentury, wouldn’t cities survive? More feudal in nature, perhaps, trading knowledge and technology…