The writing wasn't great, I wasn't enthralled by the plot, but I liked the vivid assortment of characters, mainly women, and the glimpse into life and feminism in the early 1980s. I also appreciated the storyline about the homophobia of her conservative, Jewish family — which, if semi-autobiographical, I suspect is a theme she expands on in her nonfiction book on familial homophobia, which is on my to-read list.

Comic send-up of radical lesbian feminist mores in the fast-paced world of NYC. Sarah Schulman's first novel.

I picked this up from a general recommendation list of lesbian fiction - it's not the sort of book I'd come across in the normal course of my library ramblings. I didn't hate it, but I didn't love it either.

It's probably insulting to the author to say this, but this book reminded me of nothing more than Janet Evanovich's slapstick-romance series. A very loose plot, lots of seriously wacky characters, and plenty of truly absurd situations. There are some interesting insights into the nature of revolutionaries and how they prioritize the abstract over the human, but overall it just felt wacky.

I can totally see how this was a groundbreaking book in 1984 - now, it's just not that special. ( )