Lynne Cheney's Lesbian Romance

General JC over at Patriot Boy (blessed domicile of Republican Jesus) reminds me of what a friend, who used to be an editor with a gay press, said about Lynne Cheney's lesbian Western novel filled with prostitution and rape.

My friend said it was the worst, twisted piece of drivel she's ever read - and let me add that my friend has read several of MY fiction works.

An excerpt from the site:

The women who embraced in the wagon were Adam and Eve crossing a dark cathedral stage -- no, Eve and Eve, loving one another as they would not be able to once they ate of the fruit and knew themselves as they truly were. She felt curiously moved, curiously envious of them. She had never to this moment thought Eden a particularly attractive paradise, based as it was on naiveté, but she saw that the women in the cart had a passionate, loving intimacy forever closed to her. How strong it made them. What comfort it gave.

The young woman was heavily powdered, but quite attractive, a curvesome creature, rounded at bosom and cheek. When she smiled, even her teeth seemed puffed and rounded, like tiny ivory pillows.

Let us go away together, away from the anger and imperatives of men. We shall find ourselves a secluded bower where they dare not venture. There will be only the two of us, and we shall linger through long afternoons of sweet retirement. In the evenings I shall read to you while you work your cross-stitch in the firelight. And then we shall go to bed, our bed, my dearest girl.

Ivory pillows?

Let me go out on a limb and say Lynne's been sleeping with Dick too long. And I do mean sleeping.