Old reviews

Long ago when I was a sweet young thing and not the jaded harridan I have since become, I was a starving graduate student. When I wasn't being a guinea pig for transdermal alcohol studies at the local hospital, I would sit on the floor of my chilly apartment and type book reviews in the approved format on my Smith-Corona and send them to Publisher's Weekly. At about that time, Al Gore invented the Internet, which I have on good authority is a series of tubes. From the mouths of these tubes I have learned to write l33t, refer to the Internet as "teh intarwebs," and authoritatively state, "IM IN UR x, y-IN UR z." Less importantly, the tubes now disgorge the back reviews from Publisher's Weekly. Here are the ones I wrote:


March 21, 1994: The Girl Wants To: Women's Representations of Sex and the Body by Lynn Crosbie (ed.)


August 8, 1994: Two Friends and Other 19th-Century Lesbian Stories by American Women Writers by Susan Koppelman (ed.)


October 3, 1994: Matricide by Carla Tomasso*


November 7, 1994: Sister Safety Pin by Lorrie Sprecher*

February 13, 1995: Getting to the Point by Teresa Stores



April 17, 1995: Eccentric & Bizarre Behaviors by Louis R. Franzini and John M. Grossberg


July 11, 1994: Edited Out by Lisa Haddock*


August 21, 1995: Joining the Tribe: Growing Up Gay and Lesbian in the '90s by Linnea Due*

I think that's it; I'd have to check an old CV to be sure. I'd recommend any that I've starred. What's just so darned cool is looking up the books on Amazon or Powell's and seeing my reviews under "From Publisher's Weekly." My anonymous immortality, at least until the enormous electromagnetic pulse that wipes out the tubes, the D00DZ, and who knows what else.