We Walk Alone by Ann Aldrich (a pseudonym of Marijane Meaker) is a groundbreaking 1955 work of non-fiction pulp that documented lesbian life in Greenwich Village, drawing on the author’s own experience as a lesbian. Part sociological survey, part first-person reportage, the book addressed its subject at a time when almost no mainstream publishing did … Read more
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