I was delighted to be invited to participate in this year’s Lesbian Fiction Appreciation Event and I am thrilled to see so many articles appreciating so many varied contemporary books. It is easy to get the impression when witnessing all this enthusiasm that lesbian fiction is now mainstream and there is nothing taboo or diffident about it. Yet only last year an article appeared in one of the UK’s leading newspapers, The Guardian, calling for more lesbian authors to come forward and submit their book for the Polari Prize, as there weren’t enough lesbian entries.
The Polari Prize is for a
first book on LGBT themes from a UK writer. Self-published e-books are
eligible, so it was very surprising that very few lesbian-themed entries were
received. You can see details of the prize here.
Yet it is not surprising,
when you think about it, that a young woman who may be only just beginning to
find her voice as a lesbian writer, should be very reluctant to put herself
forward for a public prize. Writing about sex isn’t easy. Writing about
anything deeply personal isn’t easy. But it can be especially hard when you are
unsure of your feelings, unsure of your talent and unsure of how public you
want to be about a very private matter.
Erotica is a case apart.
There are many explicit lesbian films. They, like erotic lesbian books, don’t
necessarily deal with feelings. As a writer of erotica myself I know how easy
it is to draw on fantasies and daydreams rather than lived experiences. But for
readers it is the lived experiences that really resonate and endure.
When I read Affinity
by Sarah Waters, I know that the author has suffered at least one sleepless
night burning with desire for a woman she can’t possibly have. When I read The
Passion by Jeanette Winterson, I know I am getting the creative fantasies
of a woman who experiences life unbound by convention. The poems and stories of
Jackie Kay are heavy with love-lorn grief, of her consciousness of being
different and yet so thoroughly herself. And when I read anything by Ali Smith
I feel an upsurge of idiosyncratic sensuality that no heterosexual woman could
impart.
Coming to terms with your
feelings for other women can be a torment. Having the courage to write about
them can be a life-changing decision.
In my own collection of
lesbian stories, Lure of the Feminine, I have taken an easier route. I have
based this collection around the experiences of one of my friends. All the
stories are written in the first person but I have blended my persona with hers
and borrowed her identity, or she has borrowed mine. Of the four stories in it
there is only one that wasn’t inspired by her, which is The Swimming Pool.
There is no sex in this story and no words of love or desire are spoken,
although there is a very strong lesbian theme. The Swimming Pool dates back to
the time I first came to England. I have explained some of this in the introduction,
which is too long to repeat here. But in my introduction and in all the
stories, I have obscured some details. There will always be some things that
are never made explicit about women’s relationships with women. There will
always be undercurrents and mysteries. Stories can help bring to light certain
things. But I hope and pray we will always manage to hold on to at least some
of our secrets.














4 comments:
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I'll be checking out the books you listed.
Yes, thanks for sharing your thoughts!
It was my pleasure. :) Thanks for stopping by.
Leni King (author of Lesbian Juices) just contacted me on Twitter and asked me to post this comment, which failed to register when she did it.
"awesome! Yes, there is a real shortage of lesbian authors, but you stand tall"
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