A new novel, featuring -- JUSTINE!
http://www.stephenamidon.com/the-real-justine.html
Yes, sweet readers, there's a new novel featuring a girl posing as ME -- or perhaps it's only a coincidence. But this makes it THREE novels titled after moi. There's deSade's famous "Justine" and there's Lawrence Durrell's book in the "Alexandria Quartet" -- that one I read decades ago, and still find it haunting and VERY erotic.
And now this nice person named Amidon has created one called "The Real Justine." There's a review in today's WPost: https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/the-real-justine-review-a-thriller-about-an-elusive-mysterious-woman/2015/09/08/333fb132-516c-11e5-9812-92d5948a40f8_story.html Intriguingly, the review describes "A Russian gallery owner, said to be Justine’s Rasputin, warning [the hero] to 'head back upstate with your photos and your memories,' and a woman who was in love with Justine tells him that some horrible things happened to Justine 'when she was younger'...”
Alas, the male hero has an desperate passion for MOI (and there's that likewise-male Rasputin said to be mine) -- so you KNOW the damned thing is fiction. On the other hand, I was quite pleased at the "woman... in love with Justine." Do read the review, and -- heck! -- the book, too.
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Another stab at the "old-tags" game; clicking on "barbie lesbians" (I have NO freaking idea what I meant by that!) brings up a delicious repost regarding girls "down under." Check it out: http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/86398696932/arousingsounds-oh-how-i-love-me-some-aussies
Yes, sweet readers, there's a new novel featuring a girl posing as ME -- or perhaps it's only a coincidence. But this makes it THREE novels titled after moi. There's deSade's famous "Justine" and there's Lawrence Durrell's book in the "Alexandria Quartet" -- that one I read decades ago, and still find it haunting and VERY erotic.
And now this nice person named Amidon has created one called "The Real Justine." There's a review in today's WPost: https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/books/the-real-justine-review-a-thriller-about-an-elusive-mysterious-woman/2015/09/08/333fb132-516c-11e5-9812-92d5948a40f8_story.html Intriguingly, the review describes "A Russian gallery owner, said to be Justine’s Rasputin, warning [the hero] to 'head back upstate with your photos and your memories,' and a woman who was in love with Justine tells him that some horrible things happened to Justine 'when she was younger'...”
Alas, the male hero has an desperate passion for MOI (and there's that likewise-male Rasputin said to be mine) -- so you KNOW the damned thing is fiction. On the other hand, I was quite pleased at the "woman... in love with Justine." Do read the review, and -- heck! -- the book, too.
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Another stab at the "old-tags" game; clicking on "barbie lesbians" (I have NO freaking idea what I meant by that!) brings up a delicious repost regarding girls "down under." Check it out: http://ultradevi.tumblr.com/post/86398696932/arousingsounds-oh-how-i-love-me-some-aussies