Ellen giggled. "You know, everybody wants to be a white anglo saxon male. That, or kill one."
In the Game by Nikki Baker:She moved back in with her parents the next day and she sabotaged the toilet before she left so it ran constantly. The sound kept me up all night and I had to sleep at Naomi's until the plumber came and fixed it. Craziness is hard to keep isolated. It will metastasize all through ordinary lives.
Synopsis: Black lesbian banker becomes embroiled in drama, also murder.
Ginny Kelly is an investment-banking buppie at the start of the 90s, living and dating in Chicago. She's not actually a private investigator, being less hard-boiled than "the hard-bitten type that cries at Disney movies and opens her purse to the homeless."
When her best friend's girlfriend is shot dead behind a lesbian bar in Chicago, Ginny investigates by cheating on her own girlfriend with a psychotic defense attorney who miraculously, does not boil her cat, Sweet Potato, because I am hella sensitive to animal harm and omg the pussy jokes that would've had to ensue.
Eventually, Ginny investigates and solves the murder despite herself. Mainly she drinks, which is commented on in a kind of subtle, offhand way but is never directly commented on or resolved.
She's kind of like the antithesis of VI Warshawski apart from them both being lesbians and she's incredibly well-written and fascinating. She's very at home with her own experience as a middle-class black lesbian and how that differs from parents' experiences and expectations along with how it isolates her in her pursuit of a career in a very white world. As she says of her relationship with her best friend:
I did not have to paint for her the backdrop of my American history. Bev understood how hard it is to know that there is nothing happier than little black girls coming from a beauty parlor or nothing sadder than little black girls in the rain.
A little meandering in the middle, and there are parts where the relationship drama overshadows everything, but eventually the story gets back on track and you understand exactly how it is that friendship can make detectives out of the unlikeliest of people.
*Oh fanfic bunnies no.
Synopsis: Black lesbian banker becomes embroiled in drama, also murder.
Ginny Kelly is an investment-banking buppie at the start of the 90s, living and dating in Chicago. She's not actually a private investigator, being less hard-boiled than "the hard-bitten type that cries at Disney movies and opens her purse to the homeless."
When her best friend's girlfriend is shot dead behind a lesbian bar in Chicago, Ginny investigates by cheating on her own girlfriend with a psychotic defense attorney who miraculously, does not boil her cat, Sweet Potato, because I am hella sensitive to animal harm and omg the pussy jokes that would've had to ensue.
Eventually, Ginny investigates and solves the murder despite herself. Mainly she drinks, which is commented on in a kind of subtle, offhand way but is never directly commented on or resolved.
She's kind of like the antithesis of VI Warshawski apart from them both being lesbians and she's incredibly well-written and fascinating. She's very at home with her own experience as a middle-class black lesbian and how that differs from parents' experiences and expectations along with how it isolates her in her pursuit of a career in a very white world. As she says of her relationship with her best friend:
I did not have to paint for her the backdrop of my American history. Bev understood how hard it is to know that there is nothing happier than little black girls coming from a beauty parlor or nothing sadder than little black girls in the rain.
A little meandering in the middle, and there are parts where the relationship drama overshadows everything, but eventually the story gets back on track and you understand exactly how it is that friendship can make detectives out of the unlikeliest of people.
*Oh fanfic bunnies no.