The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall
Radclyffe Hall | The Well of Loneliness | First published in 1928, this timeless portrayal of lesbian love is now a classic. The thinly disguised story of Hall’s own life, it was banned outrig
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Diana by Diana Fredericks; Diana Frederics
Diana Fredericks; Diana Frederics | Diana |
This is the unusual and compelling story of Diana, a tantalizingly beautiful woman who sought love in the strange by-paths of Lesbos. Fearless and
Eye to Eye: Portraits of Lesbians by JEB
JEB | Eye to Eye: Portraits of Lesbians | The 5-page introduction by Judith Schwarz presents a concise history of lesbian photography. 35 B&W photographs. Essay by Judith Schwarz. Quotes by
Ammonite by Nicola Griffith
Nicola Griffith | Ammonite | Change or die: the only options available on the Durallium Company-owned planet GP. The planet’s deadly virus had killed most of the original colonist
Venus of Chalk by Susan Stinson
Susan Stinson | Venus of Chalk | Lambda Literary Award Finalist
A new novel by ‘the most criminally underrated dyke novelist in the world,’ Diva Magazine, February 2004
The Other Persuasion by Seymour Kleinberg
Seymour Kleinberg | The Other Persuasion | Short fiction about gay men and women, including
Before dark (1893) / by Marcel Proust ; translated by Richard Howard
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Desert Of The Heart by Jane Rule
Jane Rule | Desert Of The Heart | Possibly Jane Rule’s best known novel, The Desert of the Heart is the story of a free spirited woman falling for a repressed older woman. Evelyn Hall
Ladies Almanack by Djuna Barnes
Djuna Barnes | Ladies Almanack | Djuna Barnes must have had great fun writing and illustrating this book. It’s a lively lampoon of her lesbian chums of Left Bank Paris in the 1920s. T
A Saturday Life by Radclyffe Hall
Radclyffe Hall | A Saturday Life | ‘A Saturday Life’ is a novel about a girl named Sardonia who hops from one obsession to another. Marguerite Radclyffe Hall was born on 12th August 188
The Mesh by Lucie Marchal
Lucie Marchal | The Mesh | ”I hated her when I first saw her. She was so passive, so voluptuous, so unlike me. Then something changed me. Alone with her I was filled with a joy