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Автор: Valerie Taylor
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: Femmes Fatales
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      Femmes Fatales restores to print the best of women’s writing in the classic pulp genres of the mid-twentieth century. From mysteries to hard-boiled noir to taboo lesbian romance, these rediscovered queens of pulp offer subversive perspectives on a turbulent era.

       Faith Baldwin

      SKYSCRAPER

       Vera Caspary

      BEDELIA

      LAURA

      THE MAN WHO LOVED HIS WIFE

       Gypsy Rose Lee

      THE G-STRING MURDERS

      MOTHER FINDS A BODY

       Evelyn Piper

      BUNNY LAKE IS MISSING

       Olive Higgins Prouty

      NOW, VOYAGER

       Valerie Taylor

      THE GIRLS IN 3-B

      STRANGER ON LESBOS

      RETURN TO LESBOS

       Tereska Torrès

      WOMEN’S BARRACKS

      BY CECILE

       VALERIE TAYLOR

      

      Published in 2013 by the Feminist Press

      at the City University of New York

      The Graduate Center

      365 Fifth Avenue, Suite 5406

      New York, NY 10016

       feministpress.org

      First Feminist Press edition

      Text copyright © 1963 by Valerie Taylor

      Originally published by Tower Publications, New York.

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, used, or stored in any information retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission from the Feminist Press at the City University of New York, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      Cover and text design by Drew Stevens.

       Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Taylor, Valerie, 1913–1997

       Return to Lesbos / Valerie Taylor.

       pages cm

       “Originally published by Tower Publications in 1963.”

       ebook ISBN 978-1-55861-832-9

       1. Lesbians—Fiction. 2. Jewish gays—Fiction.

       3. Holocaust survivors—Fiction. I. Title.

       PS3570.A957R4 2013

       813′.54—dc23

      2013017571

      Table of Contents

       Front Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright page

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       About the Author

       About the Feminist Press

       Also Available From the Feminist Press

      She hadn’t been in a gay bar for a year. She had promised never to visit one again. But her need was too strong. She took a deep breath and walked down the three stone steps, feeling her mouth go dry and her heart begin to hammer with excitement. The blue paint was flaking off the door and the gold scroll letters had faded. It’s been a while, Frances thought.

      Inside, though, nothing had changed. The Friday-night crowd was out: all the tables were taken and there wasn’t an empty stool at the bar. The space around the jukebox was jammed with slowly moving dancers, boys with boys and girls with girls. The faces were different, but the crowd was the same.

      Past a row of heads and shoulders she could see Mickey at the bar, rosy cheeked and as happy looking as ever, her curly dark hair combed flat and her Ivy League shirtsleeves rolled up. Frances felt better. Mickey never forgot a customer. Seeing a couple pocket their change and get up, she elbowed a path across the crowded room and took one of the vacated stools. She said in a low voice, “Hi, Mickey.”

      “Well, hi. Martini?”

      “That’s right.”

      “You haven’t been around for a while,” Mickey said, swabbing a section of counter with a pink cellulose sponge. “You went back to your husband, didn’t you?”

      She looked sharply at Mickey. Mickey met the look straight on. “I didn’t mean to be nosy, only you used to come in with that Baker chick all the time. I see her once in a while.”

      With her new girl, Frances thought bitterly. She said, “Yeah, I went back to my husband. It hasn’t worked out very well.”

      “Never