![]() ![]() ![]() I haven’t lost the touch, but I’ve lost my facility with it.īoots of Leather, Slippers of Gold is definitely worth it, though, even just to hear the stories of these women’s lives from their own lips. (I literally can’t my French blood will not let me.) I’m just kind of astonished that this is the first book I’ve read post-college that’s so dense that I can feel the strain of my mental facilities doing something they haven’t done in years. I don’t bring this up to sniff at Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold in some anti-intellectual exercise. Bryan Lowder’s Slate epic, “ What Was Gay?”) that coming back to the precise and polite hemming and hawing traditional academic writing demands just feels a little weird. I’ve been so used to accessible, even lyrical writing in nonfiction and queer history (this is as good a time as any to recommend J. It’s a major academic text in queer history. Not that I am not interested in the subject of Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold-queer history (specifically, the 1940s and 1950s working class lesbian community of Buffalo, New York) with a heaping helping of oral history? Yes please. ![]() I read Black Space like two months ago! And yet, reading Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold brought me straight (HA!) back to my days at Agnes, powering through academic texts because I had to. Davisīowie among us, it hasn’t been that long since I read a book by academics for academics. Elizabeth Lapovsky Kennedy and Madeline D. ![]()
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