It is unseasonably hot in Montreal right now.
I am an insomniac under the best of circumstances, but this heat is making me cranky and crazy.
So what to do?
Read, what else.
I read mysteries, I love them.
Yeah, I read a lot of things but, mysteries are a particular fascination of mine.
Some of my favorites are: Ian Rankin, Peter Robinson, Sara Paretsky and Carol O’Connell.
I really like Mysteries with female detectives and if they happen to be lesbians, all the better.
I already said I enjoy romance because it gives me hope.
With mysteries it is about smart, tough, women struggling with incredibly difficult jobs in worlds rampant with sexism and homophobia and, making it.
Two of my favorite dyke detectives are Laurie R King’s, Kate Martinelli and Katherine V forrest’s , Kate Delafield.
Both are homicide detectives, Martinelli in San Francisco and Delafield in Los Angeles.
Both are closeted because of the danger of them being out.
Both struggle to keep relationships afloat.
Both are good and profoundly flawed people
and I love them,
they kick ass.
The women who write these books are mature, thoughtful and accomplished writers.
King, I believe is straight and Forrest is a lesbian icon and it makes no difference one is as credible as the other.
I think there should be more lesbian fiction heroines.
I’m glad these two are pretty mainstream as far as mysteries are concerned.
I often suggest them to customers and use them as a litmust test for their tolerance.
These are just preliminary thoughts on lesbian mysteries.