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For Poetry Monday:

Sir Gawain Fucks the Green Knight, Kim Deyn

Here’s a tale ripe for telling. Can’t say where I heard it first—in pretty French or Dutch. Perhaps as a young lady walking longside the Rijn. I’ll spin it for you in an English tongue, fine as frost on lace, sweet as malmsey wine. So it goes that young Gawain, strength kissed into his limbs, fresh as the bright dawn, comes trembling down to the Green Chapel. You’ve heard this tale, I know. His breath makes peach fuzz in the air, fear into him like worm to apple. Christmas Morn is too soon, time is short. You have your own life to save, he says, picking through thorn and bough to an ivy-clad cave.

The creature is the Jack O’ the Glen / forest prince / the wood’s own laughter. Beard of lichen and eyes like dark elder. I need not repeat their exchange—my boy’s flinching heart—a songbird in a rattled cage. It is after the blows are dealt, he asks, what god is worshipped in these green trees? Boy, the Knight replies, boy, were you not just down on your knees?

The Knight is the tang of sap / bark rough and petal soft / everywhere leaves scatter / easily crushed / Gawain clings / hardly knows what he clings to / he is the forest and the flower / a turmoil of roots / where god and tree meet and melt / the birch the oak the fern the deer / mushroom maggot crow / here Gawain is branch and bud / blow returned for blow


Originally published in Queerlings Issue 7 (Apr 2023). I have to wonder whether the initial inspiration was the last line.

---L.

Subject quote from Don’t Leave Me This Way, Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes feat. Teddy Pendergrass (Thelma Houston’s disco cover is admittedly better).

Easter Sunday or not

Apr. 5th, 2026 05:23 pm
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Easter eggs


Happy Easter! Though these are in fact the eggs I ate a week ago, at Isla.

Easter Sunday or not, this is the first Sunday in the month, which is the date of the Farmers' Market. Storm Dave blew through in the night, but the morning was bright, and we were prepared for the market to be busy. But what we weren't prepared for was a convoy of a thousand motor bikes bearing Easter eggs: we arrived at the New Inn just before they did, and were held up by the police while they went through (we tried taking a different route, and met them again further along their route). It took about 20 minutes, and we were not amused. There was much muttering about being intimidated by public displays of religion, and about the evil influence of the sugar industry. We got there eventually, though, and not everything had sold out...

Easter Sunday or not, April 5th is/was my father's birthday, and we marked the occasion as we do whenever we can by visiting Finchale Priory where he spent holidays as a boy.
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Which dish is more suited for Easter than a carrot cake? None, I say! And lucky for y’all, I have the best recipe for you to try. This recipe is tried and true and absolutely delicious. Many people have said “this is the best carrot cake I’ve ever had!”

This Brown Butter Carrot Cake comes to us from Handle the Heat. It’s surprisingly quick and honestly quite easy, and it’s my go-to carrot cake recipe, even though browning the butter takes some extra time. It’s totally worth it!

I hope you give this recipe a try, and have a happy Easter, or just an awesome Sunday in general.

-AMS

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I freely admit that I ground my way through the protracted heteronormative anxieties of Strange Lady in Town (1955) for the continued presence of twenty-three-year-old Lois Smith as Spurs O'Brien, one of those mixed-up motherless tomboys who just needs her gender trouble sorted out by her father's remarriage to a strong feminine role model if you believe the screenplay and looks such a late nineteenth century baby dyke in her ranch jacket and jingling boots that you feel she's just waiting for motorcycle clubs to be invented. Her crush on a cavalry lieutenant is narratively doomed and might in any case have been envy. Put her in a ball gown, she's right back in trousers and string ties the next scene, heedless and gallant as any young grandee. I mean when Dana Andrews drags his heels on the sub-screwball romance through which the picture manifests its stresses over the place of professional women, Spurs does her best to run off with Greer Garson herself, all the way back to Boston. "I don't know, Doc, except—well, except I can't figure out any sort of life without you." What did the film think it was doing with her? I don't even know what it thought it was doing with the slap-kiss of its textual couple, but I took an awful screencap just because of the lingering way Spurs sees herself out of a room with Garson's Dr. Julia Garth in it. Once she gets over the rebound, she'll make some Eastern belle ring. "But what a woman!"

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Saturday, April 4, 2026 - 15:33

Lesbian Historic Motif Podcast - Episode 339 - On the Shelf for April 2026 - Transcript

(Originally aired 2026/04/04)

Welcome to On the Shelf for April 2026.

In the usual California fashion, Spring has been quickly elbowed out of the way by summer. The gardening is proceeding apace with tomatoes in the ground, the artichoke harvest well underway, strawberries trickling in, and a bushelful of Seville oranges delivered to a friend to be turned into marmalade. One delightful thing I participated in last month was a week-long “yarn store crawl,” visiting two dozen local yarn shops and adding more to my stash than I can probably knit in two years’ work. I hope your hobbies and interests are proceeding similarly well!

News of the Field

After a couple queries, I have a very special guest lined up to mark the 10th anniversary of the podcast in August. I somehow overlooked doing anything special for the 10th anniversary of the blog last year, but ten years for a podcast is quite an accomplishment and I’m glad I’ll have something lined up. (The guest is even a fan of the podcast, which was delightful to learn.)

In equally happy news, especially for those who have been following the Netflix series Bridgerton, a trailer for season 5 has confirmed what we dared to hope when the character of Michaela Stirling was introduced as a gender-flipped version of the book’s love interest. Yes, we will have a sapphic romance in Bridgerton! I’ve linked to the trailer in the show notes, in case you haven’t seen it yet.

To tie in with that news, one of the upcoming podcasts will be a condensed version of the “How to be a Regency Lesbian” chapter from my book project. (Yes, I’m going to continue teasing the book for the next couple years as it comes together.)

Publications on the Blog

Due to the length of the blog series about Anne Bonny and Mary Read, I’ve only covered two additional publications in the past month, both relating to this month’s essay. Henry Fielding’s 18th century pamphlet The Female Husband: or, the Surprising History of Mrs Mary, Alias Mr George Hamilton, which first introduced the term “female husband.” I paired that with S. Baker’s “Henry Fielding’s The Female Husband: Fact and Fiction,” since the original work seriously needs interpretive context, being as much a work of fiction as the General History of the Pyrates was.

Book Shopping!

I also picked up two new books for the Project. M. Kehoe’s collection Historical, Literary and Erotic Aspects of Lesbianism is a group of articles originally appearing in the Journal of Homosexuality. From an initial skim of the table of contents, only a couple articles are likely to fall into the Project’s timeframe.

As something of a historic curiosity, I also picked up Oscar Paul Gilbert’s Women in Men's Guise, originally published in 1932. I doubt it will have any information I’m not already aware of, and it lacks the academic apparatus that I’d expect of a current book, but it falls in an intriguing timeframe: able to incorporate  the research of Magnus Hirschfeld but before the date of his suppression by Nazi Germany.

It occurs to me to note that I don’t count it as “book shopping” when I download public domain books from the internet, such as the General History or the original edition of Fielding’s The Female Husband. I’d have more regular shopping notes if I included that category.

Recent Lesbian/Sapphic Historical Fiction

This month’s new fiction listings are extensive, even after I’ve curated them. So as is often the case, I’ll be condensing the cover copy somewhat to make the length manageable. (Some authors give us nearly an entire chapter of cover copy!)

There are a couple February books I hadn’t found previously.

Stand and Deliver by Ivy Warren diverges from the standard highwaywoman plot.

Betrothed to a cruel man she despises, Countess Victoria Edmunton is determined to escape her fate. When her carriage is ambushed by highwaymen, Victoria seizes her chance to bargain with their charismatic leader. If her family believes she has been stolen away, then she may have a chance to escape her cursed marriage and claim a life of her choosing. Victoria offers jewels—and a daring plan. If he fakes her ransom, he could walk away richer than he ever dreamed, and she could disappear for good. Whisked away on horseback by the masked outlaw, Victoria makes a startling discovery…the highwayman is no man at all. But as attraction sparks into desire, the ransom plan goes awry and deadly secrets come to light. If she hopes to survive, Victoria must trust her highwaywoman with not only her heart, but with her life.

I initially assumed that Romeo & Her Sister by Jillian Blevins from Ghost Light Publications was a fictionalized biography, but it turns out it’s an audio drama. I wouldn’t normally list that genre, but since I’d already looked up all the data, here it is.

In 1845, Charlotte Cushman is the most famous American actress in the world, well-known for playing men's roles in the plays of Shakespeare. Despite her international fame, she harbors a secret, hidden in plain sight: she loves women. Celebrated in her own country, she has brought her sister Susan to London to play Juliet to her Romeo. Old resentments between the sisters surface as Charlotte struggles to balance her exploding career, her tumultuous relationship with writer Matilda Hays, and her affair with another young woman, all while keeping her personal life hidden from her fans, her sister, and her bitter rival, Edwin Forrest.

Lots of new March books!

There’s an intriguing cross-time story in To Love a Boleyn by Joey Evangelista.

Evangeline Hartwell is pulled from modern London into Henry VIII's court and is drawn into Anne Boleyn's inner circle, where survival is never certain. As Anne's position grows perilous, love becomes both refuge and liability. In a world where silence is protection and loyalty can be fatal, loving a Boleyn is never without consequence.

Arguments Against the Cultivation of Female Curiosity (Curiosity #2) by Suzanne Moss is the second book in a series.

England, 1764. Thea Morrell has everything society deems success: wealth, status, a husband and a title. But her marriage is far from what it seems.

Her only solace is found in the hushed halls of anatomy lectures, where questions of life and knowledge sustain her dangerous curiosity. Five years have passed since Martha, her lover and confidante, sailed away. Letters once filled with longing have fallen silent, leaving Thea to wonder if distance or disappointment has severed their bond. She is, after all, failing at cultivating any plant of note, and her arch rival Neville Knatchbull looks set to beat her to every goal.

When Frankie, an unruly gardener with secrets of her own, enters her orbit, Thea must decide: will she remain a prisoner of convention, or dare to cultivate a life of her own?

I confess it’s a bit of an irritation to me when historical novels ignore the realities of how noble titles worked, in order to set up an unmarried woman as a countess or the like. The second title that does that this month is The Countess and the Cartographer by Lyra Ashwood.

Imogen Ashford, the twenty-four-year-old Countess of Morthaven, has six months to satisfy the terms of her father's will: marry, or lose the estate to her guardian. She is not, by temperament, inclined to cooperate. What she needs is time. What she gets, when she commissions a survey of her crumbling Dorset estate, is Wren Calloway.

Wren is a Guild cartographer — precise, watchful, and in possession of a purpose she hasn't disclosed. Her father's survey records are somewhere on the Morthaven estate. Finding them would restore his professional reputation; failing to find them means his name stays buried alongside him. She has told the Countess she is here to document the estate. This is not entirely a lie.

What begins as a professional arrangement — uncomfortable, necessary, bounded by propriety — gradually becomes something else: a partnership built on careful honesty. The mystery deepens. And the distance between them closes.

The Egyptologist's Curse by Georgina Kenyon from SQP Nature Books is a dual timeline story, though not quite a “romance of the archives.”

It is the year 1873 and the Suez Canal is the gateway to the Pyramids. Egyptomania is the latest craze and Egypt is full of gravediggers, chancers and spies. Amelia Edwards, once a popular mystery writer, has reinvented herself as the Godmother of Egyptology. But after confessing her love to Marianne North, Amelia vanishes.

Jump to the present day and BBC podcaster, Margaret is making a series on Great Women in History, following in the footsteps of her ancestor, Amelia Edwards. Margaret travels to Egypt where Amelia had travelled over a century before, but in searching for the past, has the answer to Amelia's disappearance been hiding in one of Amelia's mystery books all along?

This next book is a bit of an oddity. It’s “historical fiction” only by virtue of being written in 1895, but only newly resurrected in print. Love's Joy and Sorrow Between Women by Emilie Knopf is translated from the German and published by Ovid Publishing Group.

A banned novel. A lost author. A love story that refused to stay buried.

When Love's Joy and Sorrow Between Women was published in Berlin in 1895, it was immediately banned under Germany’s strict obscenity laws. Its author, Emilie Knopf, was tried twice and fined for distributing it. Then the book vanished — until a single surviving copy was found in a Berlin archive.

Meet Felicita: artist, romantic, and unapologetic lover of women. Her great love is Edita, a musician from a Rhine castle, and their relationship is the beating heart of this novel. But Felicita's eye has a tendency to wander — toward a scheming French comtesse, an alluring blonde in a green velvet dress, and the quickly evolving culture of late 19th-century European society.

I’ve seen book descriptions that used a very similar set-up as framing story for a historic novel, but a little research indicated that this is the real thing.

Set in a similar era, but written today is Counterpoint by Barbara Bergmann from Backsett Books.

Counterpoint is the story of a woman at war with herself. Challenged by poverty, class, and sexism, Lucia is the main melody that plays in counterpoint to the events and characters of 19th century Britain. Resting on a scaffold of historic themes, with the impact of the Industrial Revolution over-arching, events are driven by characters that echo through history. The attitudes and mores of the British upper class are juxtaposed against the equally strong values and traditions of a rising working class. But even as the story rides through 19th century Britain and across the edicts and values of caste and rank, this is more than a rags to riches tale.

Counterpoint’s central character is viewed through her relationships with three families: the Whitfields, scions of a theatrical dynasty; the St Alyns, a cultured aristocratic family, who display a propensity to push against class; and the Rileys, dedicated socialists with weighty influence in London’s East End. But the ribbon tying these disparate characters together is Lucia and Rebecca’s love.

Forever Yours, Nell by Andrea Ead tells a story of forbidden love during World War II.

In 1940, sixteen-year-old Nell leaves home to begin her nurse training at Truro Hospital, determined to build a life she can be proud of. She knows what is expected of her. Work hard. Keep her head down. Do everything right. Then Kitty arrives.

Injured in a bombing, Kitty is bright, bold, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a quiet connection soon grows into something far more dangerous—something Nell cannot allow herself to feel.

As their bond deepens in the shadows, Nell must choose between the safety of the life she’s always known—and a love that could cost her everything… or finally show her where she truly belongs.

April brings us another wealth of titles.

The Witch and the Huntress by Luna McNamara from William Morrow follows the trend of situating ancient Greece in a mythic world.

Medea possesses both witchcraft and cunning, yet she endures a lonely and constrained life under the rule of her wicked father, Aeetes. When the hero Jason arrives, they strike a deal: If Medea helps him win her father’s Golden Fleece, Jason will marry her and take her with him back to Greece. But as the journey unfolds, Medea is forced to choose between the life she expected and the love she secretly desires—and the cost may be greater than she ever imagined.

Atalanta, raised by bears, is a capable warrior caught between the wilderness and the human world but never fully part of either. After the sudden disappearance of the woman she loves, Atalanta joins Jason’s Argonauts in an attempt to find her. But when Medea becomes part of the crew, the sorceress awakens something in Atalanta that she cannot ignore.

Jason, a skilled diplomat but a reluctant warrior, depends on his heroic companions to help him claim the Golden Fleece and retake the stolen throne of his father. Medea and Atalanta are among his most useful allies, but Jason soon finds that success may demand more than he can give.

A Whisper of Bells and Prayers by C.C. González retells The Hunchback of Notre Dame as a sapphic story.

Hidden high within the towers of Notre Dame, Mirela tolls the bells. Scarred by fire and kept under the control of her so called savior, Master Ferron, she has learned that devotion can feel like chains.

Then she hears Claire, a young nun who awakens something in Mirela she had never felt before: hope, desire and the aching need to be seen. Their secret meetings begin in whispers and candlelight, until forbidden touches turn faith into temptation.

But Ferron's eyes are always watching, and his generosity hides away a sickening obsession. When passion and devotion collide, the walls of the cathedral will tremble and the two women must decide if love is worth the fire that will follow.

If you haven’t yet gotten enough pirate stories, we have Scallywag! by K.L. Mitchell from Desert Palm Press.

Molly McCormick never set out to be a pirate. But when her family tried to marry her off to a wealthy old man to settle their debts, she resolved to strike out on her own. Taking a job aboard a handy ship disguised as a boy, she soon found herself on the other side of the world: the Caribbean. Desperate to keep her identity secret, she fell in with a lot of pirates, a decision that would change her life. From then on, she lived a life of intrigue and adventure. Forbidden islands holding magical relics. Ghost ships with undead crews. Long-forgotten colonies trapped in time. And beneath it all, a secret buried beneath the waves for centuries is about to return.

We’ve been having quite a wealth of Jane Austen-inspired take-offs, including titles from mainstream presses. Added to the Austen library is The Unruly Heart of Miss Darcy by Erin Edwards from Little, Brown Books for Young Readers.

Georgiana Darcy has only ever kissed one girl before, and the resulting blackmail almost ruined her reputation. Since then, she’s carefully calibrated her life to be as quiet as possible, focusing on books and music. She certainly isn’t planning on falling in love with another girl. But then she meets Kitty Bennet, and everything is thrown off kilter.

After a moonlit kiss shifts their newfound friendship into something more, Georgiana follows Kitty to the Bennets’ home. The visit proves ill-timed when she encounters the one man who knows her secret and threatened her with it before. Terrified of testing the limits of her family’s love and of putting Kitty in danger, Georgiana doesn’t know if there’s any chance of a happy ending.

Every etiquette guide she’s ever read makes it clear that if she wants to protect her family name, Georgiana must pretend her heart follows society’s accepted rhythm. Unless, with a little help from those who understand how it feels, she can compose the future she and Kitty both deserve.

She Tamed the Lady by Judith Lynne from Smart Cookie Books is another Regency romance (I think—the date of the setting isn’t given explicitly.)

Lady Charlotte can find fault with every man in London. But never with Delina. Charlotte knows she does everything wrong. The right husband will fix everything: a life of horses, freedom, and a home for Delina. The alternative is unthinkable. She's so close to success...if Delina isn't swept off her feet first.

Delina can't survive another Season in this half-life between friend and companion, cleaning up Charlotte's chaos. Charlotte's marriage will change everything. Why shouldn't Delina find a future for herself?

One more Season. Two clashing plans. Until Delina catches the wrong eyes—or exactly the right ones—and both women face a choice neither expected: the predictable life they've been chasing, or something far more dangerous.

Flirting with Disaster by Kerrigan Byrne from Oliver Heber Books is part of a loosely connected series but is the only title in the series with a sapphic romance.

She was told to be less. Instead, she found everything she’d been denied. Emmaline Goode has spent her life swallowing her words, dulling her edges, trying to be the woman her family needs. Then she meets the Duchesse de la Coeur.

Amélie is everything Emma has never allowed herself to want—brilliant, untouchable, and dangerously free. One look shatters Emma’s carefully controlled world. One touch ignites something she cannot bury again.

Amélie is not free to choose her own future. Bound to a ruthless past and threatened with a marriage that will destroy her, she stands on the edge of losing everything. But some love is worth setting the world on fire.

As a Lover by Hilary McCollum from Bella Books uses the classic novel The Well of Loneliness as the catalyst for a young woman’s self-discovery.

London. 1928. For centuries, the establishment has suppressed public knowledge of lesbian love. Now, a celebrated writer is set to fight back.

Award-winning author, Radclyffe Hall, hopes her new novel, The Well of Loneliness, will transform attitudes to same-sex relationships. It soon comes under attack from the right-wing press, concerned about its potential impact on readers. One such reader is Maggie Dillon, a young trainee firefighter, who has been struggling with fears that she is an abomination after kissing another woman at a party. Can The Well transform Maggie’s views about herself and help her to find love? And will Radclyffe Hall keep her book in print long enough to radically change the views of society?

At Last It's You by Marianne Marston pushes up against my arbitrary limits for considering a story historic fiction, set in 1962 on the cusp of the gay liberation movement.

One year ago, Alice Brown had everything she had ever wanted – except Lee Grant, her high school love who she let slip away a decade ago. Then her lavender marriage ends in divorce, and Alice’s world falls apart. Shunned by her neighbors, worried about her bullied son, and suffering from panic attacks, Alice feels as if she's drowning. When Lee comes back to town, Alice steels herself for more heartbreak. Instead, their relationship slowly reawakens as Lee unearths Alice’s delicate strength and Alice rediscovers Lee’s quiet defiance.

Lee has no intention of staying in the suburbs. She adores her home in Berkeley, the revolutionary bookshop she runs there, and the found family she has formed. She won’t live a life in the shadows again, not even if leaving means losing the love of her life. Yet before Lee leaves, she surprises herself by begging Alice to accompany her, and Alice surprises her by tentatively agreeing to visit.

Plunged from the staid suburbs of Connecticut to the free-wheeling Bay Area, Alice finds herself torn between her stale old life and a budding new life. But if she’s to stay in Berkeley with Lee, she must decide what she values more, societal approval — or love.

I’m holding back one other April book, The Mystery of the Bitten Peach by Cecilia Tan, to go with an interview I’m airing next month.

Other Books of Interest

I’ve put two titles in the “other books of interest” section because the possible hints about sapphic content are too vague for complete confidence.

The Keyholder by S. Kallistos has the unusual setting of the Byzantine empire, and looks like it may be something of a murder mystery.

Constantinople, 843 AD. The Iconoclasm is over. The icons have been restored, the Empress Theodora rules as regent, and the empire breathes again. But beneath the surface of triumph, the palace keeps its secrets — and its dead.

When a minor secretary is found dead in the Sacred Palace — his hands bound, his death announced as suicide — Theophano Doukena, a young widow serving as Lady of Honour, begins to ask questions no one wants answered. What she uncovers is not a single murder but a chain of silence stretching back years: a secret brotherhood guarding the empire's darkest truths, a husband whose death on the frontier was no accident, and a conspiracy that reaches higher than she ever imagined — to the throne itself.

As Theophano follows the trail from coded ledgers to hidden archives, from moonlit gardens to the corridors of power, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous alliance with the one person she should not trust: the Empress herself. What begins as investigation becomes something far more complex — a bond between two women that defies the rules of the palace and the limits of forgiveness.

But in Constantinople, knowledge is the most dangerous weapon. And when those who hold power decide that silence must be enforced at any cost, Theophano must choose: protect what she loves, or expose the truth that could bring down an empire.

When I first ran into the listing for A Lady for All Seasons by T J Alexander from Vintage it looked like it might be one of those books tagged “lesbian” only because some people tag queer books with every possible queer-related keyword, regardless of representation. But when it recently came to my attention a second time, the cover copy had been revised. There’s clearly a bunch of gender-bending going on, but I’m still not certain that there’s a sapphic storyline. I do wish book publicity would stop being so coy!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman who has lost her fortune must be in need (not want) of a husband. Beautiful, cunning Verbena Montrose must marry to save herself and her odious family from abject poverty. Fortunately, what she lacks in a dowry, she makes up for in the currency of gossip.

 

When she hears an alarming rumor about her very dear, very queer friend Étienne that could ruin him, she comes to his aid with a proposal—for a marriage of convenience, that is. But when Verbena discovers that a mysterious and celebrated poet by the name of Flora Witcombe has been publishing verses that hint she is onto their scheme, Verbena has no choice but to pretend to be a poet herself to confront her in a local salon. And—unexpectedly—be charmed by her.

Flora, in turn, is terrified by and smitten with Verbena in equal measure. But she holds a secret of her own: he is also William Forsyth, a struggling novelist and fifth son of a minor noble family. And if circumstances don’t allow Flora to woo Verbena, perhaps William can. Faced with two suitors and a fiancé, Verbena, who has always had to be clever to survive in society, starts to realize she may need to think outside of society’s constraints to find true happiness.

What Am I Reading?

And what have I been reading in the last month? It’s been rather eclectic—though that isn’t unusual.

I tried out the fantasy Queen Demon by Martha Wells, which is the sequel to The Witch King, which I thoroughly enjoyed. But somehow this sequel didn’t grab me as solidly and I hadn’t finished it by the time the library snatched it back from me. I think part of my problem was that the book has at least two very different timelines alternating and while the timeline was indicated in the chapter titles, the audiobook didn’t always include the chapter titles in the narration. So I spent a fair amount of time being confused about when I was.

Pride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh by Rachael Lippincott was a time-travel romp with our heroine being sent back in time to seek true love. It was amusing and satisfactory, though not particularly deep. If I were critiquing plot points, I might note that while a 21st century time-traveler might be expected to recognize what’s going on with some alacrity, the early 19th century characters were implausibly willing to accept the idea of time-travel with few questions. But the time-travel is the mechanism, not the point of the story.

So I have this thing I do when I have significant dental work scheduled and I’m hopped up on nitrous gas and waiting for the dentist to be ready. I go on social media and challenge people to recommend me a book to buy when my defenses are compromised. (This is actually a performative fiction, because I don’t take just any recommendation. But it’s a way to distract from dental anxiety.) This time the recommendation was a YA science fiction story, Peasprout Chen, Future Legend of Skate and Sword by Henry Lien, which I immediately checked out from the library on my phone. It has some amusing worldbuilding involving a skating based martial arts school. I realized that I’d previously read a short story in the same universe quite some time ago. It wasn’t really my thing, and I returned it after a brief taste, but I have fun getting recommendations this way.

My second sapphic listen was Lady Eve's Last Con by Rebecca Fraimow—who has been published on this podcast. The book is a space opera caper type story, with a nice slow-build antagonists-to-lovers romance. In flavor,  it's basically a jazz age thriller transferred to a future extraterrestrial setting. It made for an interesting intersection because the setting offered a queer-normative futuristic society that somehow was still mired in patriarchal social dynamics and stereotypes about silly young debutantes.

I picked up the next volume in Claudia Gray’s Jane Austen-based murder mystery series: The Rushworth Family Plot. The basic premise is that all of Austen’s characters exist in the same continuity and that the scions of the Darcy and Tillney families solve murders and have a sweet, slow-burn developing romance. On the positive side, the depiction of Jonathan Darcy as solidly neuroatypical and Juliet Tilney as the one person who truly gets him and supports him is kind and relatable. But I find the writing style to be extremely repetitive, with the author hammering away at aspects of the history and social setting that one might expect a reader of historicals to be familiar with.

And finally, based on a recommendation—though I no longer remember from whom—I read Katrine Marcal’s Who Cooked Adam Smith’s Dinner, which is both a history of the field of economics and a critique of the way economic theories are distorted by ignoring unpaid female-coded labor. Quite interesting, though the author is solidly invested in the idea that you have to repeat an idea five times to make the reader remember it.

Show Notes

Your monthly roundup of history, news, and the field of sapphic historical fiction.

In this episode we talk about:

Links to the Lesbian Historic Motif Project Online

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Posted by John Scalzi

And you say to yourself, what? Scalzi, you are not ten years old today! You are just barely a month away from being 57! The only juvenile you are is juvenile elderly! Stop being a faker, you faker!

To which I respond: Yes, I am fifty-six and eleven(ish) months old… on Earth. But as you know, I have a minor planet named after me, and its orbital period is just a shade under 5.7 earth years long. If you were to position 52692 Johnscalzi (1998 FO8) on the day of my birth, today is the day it would have made its tenth complete orbit since then. Thus, ten ScalziYears. Today, I am ten ScalziYears old.

How will I celebrate such a momentous occasion? As it happens I have a gathering of friends at the church today. It’s for something else entirely but I might bring a cake anyway. And otherwise, I’m taking it easy. It’s nice that this time around it slots in just between Good Friday and Easter. Easter Saturday always feels a little left out of the holiday swing of things, I’m glad this year to give something to do.

My next ScalziYear birthday will be December 12, 2031, so you have lots of time to prepare. Get ready!

— JS

PS: that coin with my asteroids orbit on it was given to me by a fan at the San Antonio Pop Madness convention (whose name escapse me at the moment but they can certainly announce themselves in the comments), and it was super-cool to get it. The other side of the coin is just as awesome:

I have the best fans, honestly.

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Click on my Ruth Chew tag to see what sort of books she's known for: small-scale children's fantasies focusing on magic-infused everyday objects and creatures in Brooklyn. This is her hard-to-find first book, which is not a fantasy.

The main characters are a brother and sister who were left, along with their never-seen younger brother and sister, in the care of their grandmother who feeds them canned tomatoes - yuck! They leave a note saying they're doing a long sleepover at a friend's house, then run away to the site where they often went camping, buy a cheap boat, and live on an island.

This is entertaining enough on its own, but mostly of interest because it shows how she course-corrected in her fantasy books: the flaws in this book are corrected, and she melds its strengths (likable kid characters, a focus on the practicalities and small details of both the human and natural worlds, a friendly old woman) with excellent small-scale magic. In all the rest of her books, there are just two kids - no unnecessary and off-page younger siblings. There are no mean kids or bullying (this book has two mean bullies who just drop out of the story). The parents are around but the kids' adventures take place out of sight, so there's no implausible runaway plots. And the old ladies are witches, which makes them even better!
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The moon looks like a Constable watercolor in black and olive and cratered parchment. I have seen the latest pictures of Earth. I can't turn off the part of my brain that brings around you may leave here for four days in space, but I worried so much about that launch.

This morning was marked by the municipal pruning of trees on our street. When the racket moved far enough around the block to become merely obnoxious, I went back to listening to byways of Flanders and Swann. In the afternoon Hestia saw a cardinal in the yew and almost went through the glass.

I recognize that midlife m/m amid the mussel beds of North Wales is the single most stereotypical choice I could make out of this year's lineup for Wicked Queer, but I am still seriously considering On the Sea (2025). It would be a sure bet if I didn't have to think about parking at the MFA.

I would like the next week to involve much less talking to doctors. None would be an ideal.

A Kitten’s First Good Friday

Apr. 3rd, 2026 08:36 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

Saja is contemplative about it, as he should be.

A reflective Good Friday, Easter, and/or Passover to you, if you celebrate any of these, and have a lovely weekend no matter who you are.

— JS

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Following up on this post, this year for April Fools the Monterey Bay Aquarium posted under the Kriller Waves Radio label a 1-hour mix of anchovy, sardine, and mackerel schools moshing to thrash metal.

---L.

Subject quote from Theme From Shaft, Isaac Hayes.
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I had a miserable day and the night has not been an improvement, but [personal profile] rushthatspeaks sent me Rina Sawayama's anthemically queer "This Hell" (2022) and [personal profile] spatch stuck his head around the door of my office with an upside-down Peep in his mouth like something out of Bosch, so I think we're all set for Good Friday. Previously I had been cheering myself up with the 1984 BBC Titus Groan and Gormenghast and a 1945 photo of Donald Swann.

New Worlds: Let's Be Friends

Apr. 3rd, 2026 08:01 am
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Friendship hardly seems like something that needs worldbuilding. It's a basic human behavior, right? We all make friends?

Sure -- but what friendship means does not stay the same.

Starting at: Who can you be friends with? Then and now, social divisions may complicate the answer to that. Can men and women be friends? If sex segregation means that women aren't supposed to go out into society or interact with men who aren't their relatives, then cross-gender friendship is pretty much restricted to a trusted cousin or two. (Even then, the relationship is likely to be spoken of in familial terms instead.) But a more egalitarian society may still be dubious of friendships between men and women, with many people assuming there will always, inevitably, be an undercurrent of sexual tension there: friendship as a consolation prize, or a barrier to head off escalation to something more.

What about friendship across class lines? That will often be awkward, even without formal hierarchies of status to get in the way; after all, if one person's struggling to make rent and the other could buy their entire apartment building, you have some inherent inequality there. This gets particularly thorny when one person employs the other: however well they get along and enjoy each other's company, their personal and their business relationships may wind up pulling in opposite directions, to the detriment of both bonds. In that light, it's not surprising that many past societies would have said straight-out that such connections cannot be true friendship. That can only exist between equals.

Class also shares a quality with racial boundaries, which is that both of them are deeply interwoven with culture. People from different groups may have any number of cultural differences, creating significant contrasts in how they spend their free time, what they eat, and even how they converse. These things don't prevent friendship -- we have far too many real-world examples proving otherwise -- but they can make it more difficult, with opportunities arising for misunderstanding or conflict.

But what does it mean to be friends, anyway? So far we've been glossing over that as if it can be taken for granted . . . but one look at an elementary school (where kids are very much learning the social ropes) shows that's not the case.

The answer here isn't just cultural but personal, too. One individual may refer to anybody they know in a positive, non-business capacity as their friend; to their neighbor, most of those people are "acquaintances" or "people they know," with the term "friend" reserved for those who enjoy a deeper connection. Digital relationships particularly complicate this, with the rhetoric of "friending" someone on a social media network implying more connection than actually exists. And how many friends can you have? Most people don't put a real cap on that, but they may feel you can have only one best friend at a time, and that to throw the superlative around more broadly cheapens its meaning.

Part of what muddies the waters here is that we rarely have formal markers for friendship, the way we have them for marriage. Friendship bracelets (which are said to have historical origins in Central America) started being shared in the '70s or '80s; however, they're not universally used, and people can wear that style of bracelet without it signifying anything in particular. Children may declare "you're my friend now" or ask "are we friends?", but adults -- at least in the societies I know -- are more likely to leave it implicit, with all the social pitfalls that entails.

Because part of friendship is being able to share certain intimacies with the other person. That might mean dumping your troubles on them, knowing (or at least having good reason to hope) you'll receive a sympathetic hearing; it might mean asking them to do things for you, without needing to negotiate some kind of explicit compensation or trade. If you try either of those things with someone you assume is a good enough friend for it, only to find they don't see the two of you as being that close . . . oof. It can get very awkward, very fast.

And "intimacy" may go a lot farther than that. In much of the past, and in many parts of the world today, it's entirely normal for friends to show a degree of physical affection that my fellow Americans generally reserve for significant others: hugging is okay, at least for some people in some circumstances, but holding hands as you walk down the street? Kissing, on the cheek or on the lips? Taking a bath together, or sharing a bed? Those things look romantic to us, not platonic.

The same goes for emotional intimacy, or rather, how it's expressed. If you read the letters of same-sex English friends from the nineteenth century, they regularly speak of each other in terms so passionate, you could easily mistake them for lovers. And in some cases, we have reason to surmise that's one hundred percent true; deep friendships could indeed be a cover for a type of relationship not sanctioned by society at the time. But that cover worked because friends did write to each other in such terms, without anybody assuming that "I long to kiss your lips again" carried sexual implications.

Which makes for interesting challenges when it comes to fiction. If you write such behavior into your invented society, then it's likely that a high percentage of your readers are going to interpret that as shippy. In some ways that's fine -- a certain type of reader will ship all kinds of pairings you never intended -- but in other cases, that may make your audience think you're queer-baiting them, suggesting something and then not delivering. Even if they don't feel cheated, the weight of association is going to shift how they read the characters' behavior, adding sexual overtones where none were supposed to be.

Finally, there's the question of how friendship ends. Again, children tend to make it more explicit: "I'm not going to be your friend anymore!" Social media gives us the passive-aggressive option of unfollowing somebody, which they may or may not even notice happening. If you have some of their belongings, or they have a key to your place, a sufficiently bad rift may entail a dramatic scene of shoving somebody's stuff back at them or revoking their access. But mostly we just drift away, ending the relationship as ambiguously as we began it. . . with every bit as much room for uncertainty and misinterpretation.

Seen in that light, there's frankly a lot to be said for worldbuilding more overt structures around the beginning, ending, and depth of friendship between your characters. Or maybe not: maybe crossed wires and hurt feelings are exactly what your story needs!

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Apr. 2nd, 2026 06:43 pm
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 It is spring, horrible, annoying, windy, pollen-ridden spring.  The plantains are blooming.  I know they're blooming as my nose is running.  Meh.

It is also flea and mosquito season, also not my favorite time.  After reading that Benedryl crosses the blood:brain barrier, my most useful resource is no longer going to be my usual one.  What will replace that wonder drug?  Probably a lot of mumbling, "Don't scratch.  Don't scratch!"  Losing something that really works on my allergic reactions is one thing, but Benedryl also helped me get some sleep.  Insomniac.  The only plus side to insomnia is getting to listen to the owls and the migrating geese.  

And, the last of the triple whammy: it's weeding season.  The grasses have gone insane, showing up in places they haven't been before and bringing their friends.  This year's expensive home improvement is supposed to be paving the walkways.  We found a contractor.  That is amazing.  Very few people want to do that sort of physical work any more.  I sure don't.  We put in sandstone pavers back in the nineties, when we were in our thirties.  Sixties-era backs are not feeling up to that.  If we can't afford to do everything I would like to set into pavers, then maybe we can manage the south side.  

We just discovered For All Mankind on Apple.  Wow.  Great storytelling, good actors, and terrifying attention to detail.  This is an alternate history telling of the space race, with the Soviets getting to the moon first.  We're halfway through the first season, and when I'm not having PTSD from all the sexism, I'm riveted.  This is just what I needed.

Still slowly re-reading the Chronicles of St Mary's.  I wish the Kindle editions would reliably link the next in the series.  I think I'm on the next to the last (minus the short stories and the Time Police), but kinda not sure, either.  

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The Kickstarter is up and running for Lady Trent’s Field Journal: A Dragon Coloring Book! . . . and it funded in three hours flat, heeeeeeee.

cover art for Lady Trent's Field Journal: A Dragon Coloring Book, showing partially colored-in line art of a dragon swooping down upon a herd of stampeding antelope

Granted, the goal this time around is literally an order of magnitude smaller than it was for the pattern deck, so I had every expectation that it wouldn't take all that long. But three hours? It literally happened while I was asleep (since I followed the same pattern as last time, i.e. pull the trigger and then immediately go to bed -- with my phone in another room, so I wouldn't be tempted to check on progress in the middle of the night). As of me posting this, we're almost at double the goal, which is excellent! We've already achieved one stretch goal, which is me hand-lettering the captions that will label the art; the second, which unlocks at $5000, is to upgrade the paper stock for the coloring books. There are more beyond that, too!

I'm really delighted to be doing this. People genuinely have been asking for years if I would ever write some of Isabella's scientific work, and while I couldn't quite make it go to do an entire article or book's worth of that, this coloring book gives me the chance to drop in snippets of that, while also exploring some fun corners of zoology. So check it out, and let's see how many stretch goals we can unlock!

(By the way, I consider this part of my twentieth anniversary celebration. It just seemed . . . inadvisable . . . to launch it on the actual anniversary, lest people think the Kickstarter is a joke!)

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Books read, late March

Apr. 2nd, 2026 03:14 pm
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George Abraham and Noor Hindi, eds., Heaven Looks Like Us: Palestinian Poetry. Some poets in this new to me, some I'd read in their own collections. I think one of the benefits of a collection like this is that it's much harder for an uncareful reader to think "I guess I don't like Palestinian poetry" because there's so much variety of it, even the stuff that's focused on Being Palestinian as opposed to all the other things Palestinian poets write poems about.

Lloyd Alexander, Westmark, The Kestrel, and The Beggar Queen. Rereads. Ha. "Rereads." Probably the most reread books of my life after the first decade. I was just thinking that maybe this would be the reread when I got nothing new out of them except continued enjoyment and then I came upon the passage that made me cry about living in Minnesota in early 2026, thanks, Lloyd. (Seriously though thanks, sometimes we need the catharsis.)

Rebecca Boyd, Exploring Ireland's Viking-Age Towns: Houses and Homes. Glad that a friend talked about this, because it does exactly the sort of thing I like where it talks about where the interior walls went in a typical building changing over time and what that meant socially and where people stored their hazelnuts and that. Material culture for the win.

Andre M. Carrington, ed., The Black Fantastic: 20 Afrofuturist Stories. A book club read, and I feel like reaction was not unified but more unified than a lot of the other books we've discussed--a lot more closer to "we all think this is a very good story," "nobody likes this story but we all respect it," etc. Still a lot that's worth discussing here.

Christopher de Hamel, The Manuscripts Club: The People Behind a Thousand Years of Medieval Manuscripts. Lavishly illustrated and focused on the people who have been focused on the manuscripts. If you're a person who thinks of yourself as having friends and kindred souls across spacetime, de Hamel is with you, and here is a book about some of his and the (increasingly old) books they loved.

Peter Dickinson, King and Joker. Reread. One of the most coming of age coming of age stories I have ever read in my life, wrapped in a tidy murder mystery, with Dickinson getting to do an alternate history of a type that is often neglected, the fairly minor change type. I still do like this for its complicated relationships that are allowed to stay complicated.

Amal El-Mohtar, Seasons of Glass and Iron. Discussed elsewhere.

Susan Griffin, A Chorus of Stones: The Private Life of War. Creative nonfiction about the effects of violence at every scale, sweeping where I would have liked it to be specific, readable but not really what I was looking for.

Rokeya Hussain, Sultana's Dream and Padmarag. Mostly historically interesting rather than fun reads for me: this is the work of a very early 20th century Indian feminist writer who used the structure of a dream to talk about the future--popular at the turn of the last millennium, from what I can tell. It was very much a "nuh uh we don't suck, you suck" vision in places, but one can understand that in context. And now I know.

Ange Mlinko, Venice: Poems. Literal and figurative Venice, waters and references. I liked this in a mellow sort of way, even though they aren't all mellow poems.

Jared Poon, City of Others. I'm not sure what's getting us so many good Singaporean authors available in the US in the last decade or so, but I'm for it, I'm absolutely for it. This is in the "weird magical things handled by a specialist in a modern city" subgenre, which I like depending on the skill of the author and the interest of the magical things, and this has both skill and interest.

Anthony Price, The Labyrinth Makers. Reread. Several of the other spy things I had recently revisited from the mid-late twentieth were, frankly, stupid, and I was a bit worried that this, which I remembered as non-stupid, would also be stupid. It was not. Whew. It was clearly a spy novel written both by and about a white British man in 1970, but with less of the attendant gender stuff and a lot less of the attendant race stuff than one might fear in that context. There are several more in this series, which I will also be revisiting as I get around to it, I think. One of the virtues of this series is that I remember them varying considerably; we'll see if and where that also ends up being one of its drawbacks.

T.K. Rex, The Wildcraft Drones. Discussed elsewhere.

John Sayles, Crucible. This is exactly what I wanted out of a John Sayles novel. I'm pretty sure he didn't write it just for me, but he could have. (This was also true of A Moment in the Sun and Yellow Earth.) This one is centered on Detroit in the Great Depression, with tentacles as far north as the UP and as far south as Brazil. It has Sayles's use of multiple perspectives that are genuinely different to make for a richer story of its placetimes and their people. Love it. I did notice that his rather too frequent habit of italicizing the single syllable of a word that would make the sentence sound like it would if David Strathairn was saying it, but you know, we all have our quirks.

Cat Sebastian, Star Shipped. I had enjoyed the others of Sebastian's things I'd read, two mysteries and an historical novel, all with a m/m love story in them, so I thought, hey, maybe I will like a genuine romance by this author, maybe we have found the place where my taste and genre romance overlaps. Answer: not quite. I read the whole thing, and it was fine, it's a nice book with nice people in it, but all the questions I had for the narrative were not the ones it was interested in answering. I can easily imagine describing a book the same way--"two actors who have been on the same science fiction TV series for years fall in love and have to navigate their personal, professional, and public selves"--and having it be focused on the questions that interest me...and that would not be this novel, which was largely interested in their relationship. Which is exactly what its genre claims it will do, and the people who are looking for that will likely find it very satisfying. Ah well, it's good to explore these things to find out.

Una L. Silberrad, Success. Kindle. I spent a lot of my college years and just beyond thinking and talking about the way that the image and self-image of physics and chemistry changed after each of the two World Wars, but it's still fascinating to stumble upon something like this, a pre-Great War book that lionizes its engineer hero to a degree that's been impossible since my grandparents came of age, that seems to take as its thesis that brilliant engineers gotta brilliant engineer, that assumes as obvious that of course a British engineer has the right to sell his weapon plans to France and Germany...in a novel that came out in 1912.... I continue to enjoy the places Silberrad actively rejected some of the standard romance plots that don't fit her characters. This is a book that also has places where I'm not sure whether she's actually neutral on there being background Jewish characters, but there's room for that reading, so I went with it. (Narrative: so lots of this guy's friends were Jewish; me: same, buddy, same; narrative: now on to the plot that has nothing to do with his pals; me: sure, okay.)

Rebecca Solnit, The Beginning Comes After the End: Notes on a World of Change. Another essay collection, about building the new in a time of turmoil, not one of her more outstanding books but still worth a read.

Anthony Trollope, Phineas Finn (The Irish Member). Kindle. Is it Trollope's fault? the thing where people want to tell the stories of the emotional and professional lives of politicians without being, you know, political? Because I hate that thing, and here's a bunch of it--quite a large bunch--he is no more committed to brevity here than he ever was. The ending only makes sense structurally: you can see that's what he's working towards, but not because he's making anything make it satisfying, just because that's what this shape of thing is going to do and by God it does it. The thing is, it's Trollope, so this is not his least satisfying book, not by a long shot, because he manages not to make Finn a cartoon Irishman, thank God, except that it makes me say, okay, look, you could see some of the trouble of being a shunned ethnic minority in this context? yes? and yet when it came to Jewish people in your other books? yes? no, apparently no? But also it is not nearly one of the most satisfying Trollope books, because the tropes don't play well with the actual characters he's written. I see that there's a sequel, so I looked up a synopsis, and I think he saw that he'd done the same thing, but it doesn't make me want to read the sequel really, because I will get even angrier at the treatment of at least two characters as tools of the titular character's arc, I think.

Olivia Waite, Nobody's Baby. A novella with an unusual shape of mystery enabled specifically by the science fiction setting, which is much more satisfying to me than having science fiction upholstery and mystery engine. There were a few bits that were more mannered than I'd like, but I'd just been reading Trollope and may have gotten oversensitized.

Lesley Wheeler, Mycocosmic. Poems both metaphorically and literally about fungi, definitely right up my alley and I bet right up the alley of several other people around here too.

Darcie Wilde, The Matter of the Secret Bride. Another of the Rosalind Thorne mysteries--one of the two my library didn't have, so I read it a bit out of order. It's the kind of mystery series where that doesn't matter greatly, and the places where it touches on actual history were entertaining as hoped.

Yoojin Grace Wuertz, Everything Belongs to Us. I felt like the ending of this book did not really come together at all. The things Wuertz was trying to do with class at the beginning just fell apart, and especially how they tied in with the title mostly fell apart, and the bit where people actually overcame their obstacles to reach their goals mostly happened off the page between the last proper chapter and the epilogue. I hate to spoiler something like this, but I know that infant death and particularly infant death for plot convenience are very, very bad things for some of my friends to encounter unawares, so I'm going to say right out: there is a baby who is on the page for a large chunk of the novel and whose presence is not convenient, and then he just dies off the page and no one has to have any emotional reaction to it. Which is too bad, because the beginning was very promising, and we don't get a lot of novels in English about Seoul in the late 1970s. Endings are hard, I'll tell you that for free.

Fact-Checking Fielding

Apr. 2nd, 2026 12:10 am
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Wednesday, April 1, 2026 - 17:04

I don't usually post more than one LHMP entry per day, but I wanted to pair this article closely with Fielding's original, so that readers have the "real version" immediately available to compare with Fielding's fiction.

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Baker, S. 1959. “Henry Fielding’s The Female Husband: Fact and Fiction” in PMLA, 74 pp.213-24.

Although the date of this article should serve as a warning for homophobic content, it presents an extremely thorough dissection of three topics: the evidence for Henry Fielding as author of The Female Husband, the relationship of The Female Husband to the objective facts of Mary Hamilton’s life and trial (i.e., tenuous), and the most likely sources for Fielding’s fictional additions and substitutions. I’m going to skim over much of the detailed evidence, but will use this opportunity to include the text of the primary sources that Baker quotes.

The solid historical facts about Mary Hamilton {and the broad strokes of their conflict with Fielding’s text, in brackets} are:

  • She was born in Somerset. {Not the Isle of Man.}
  • At some point the family moved to Scotland. {Nowhere mentioned.}
  • At age 14, she left home in her brothers clothing and began a multi-year apprenticeship as a quack doctor, then set up in business on her own. {No apprenticeship mentioned. No reference to a brother. Inciting cause for cross-dressing is disappointment in love and an intent to become a Methodist preacher.}
  • In the course of her work, she returned to Somerset in May 1746.
  • There she lived in Wells as Dr. Charles Hamilton. {Not George Hamilton.}
  • She lodged with one Mary Creed and her niece Mary Price. {Aunt, not mother.}
  • In July, she married Mary Price and they lived and traveled together for two months. {Only one marriage to a woman, not three.}
  • In September, having discovered Hamilton’s gender disguise, Mary Price reported her to the authorities. {Not the mother/aunt.}

Baker’s article begins with a summary of Fielding’s narrative and notes the scanty correspondences with the historic record. Fielding had no personal connection with the case, although a cousin of his was mentioned as having been consulted on the charges. Although Fielding called the case “notorious” implying that the details he related were widely known, in fact there had been only brief mentions of the case in a couple of newspapers. Fielding himself created the notoriety.

Identical notices in the Daily Advertiser (1746/11/07) and St. James’s Evening Post (1746/11/08) repeated an item in the Bath Journal (1746/11/03) mentioning the trial for “a very singular and notorious Offence”  and the defendant sentenced as “an uncommon notorious Cheat” but the work “notorious in this context doesn’t mean “widely known” but something more like “notable.” And Fielding clearly didn’t expect his audience to be familiar with Hamilton’s story, given how many liberties he took.

The article continues by citing characters, motifs, and events appearing in Fielding’s works that correspond to some of the invented details in The Female Husband, including some episodes that repeat scenarios appearing in his novels. Even the insertion of the satire on Methodism echoes events in his novel Shamela. (Methodism is nowhere mentioned in the factual record and the description of Hamilton as something of a fop is at odds with Methodist practices.) This catalog of motif sources goes on for quite some time.

Moving on to the trial itself, where records of the Quarter Sessions are available, it’s clear that Fielding did not make reference to the official record for his fiction. In fact, his version barely squares with the more limited information published in newspapers.

The Quarter Session Record

The deposition of Mary Hamilton “daughter of Wm Hamilton & Mary his wife” made on 1746/09/13 is as follows. (The deposition originally was taken down in the first person, presumably as dictated, and later revised to be in the third person. I’m going to stick to the revised version. I have also converted all instances of “ye” to “the.”)

“The Examinant saith that she was Born in the County of Somerset afores[ai]d but doe not know in what parish and went from thence to the Shire of Angus in Scotland and there continued till she was about fourteen years of age, and then put on her Brothers Cloaths and travelled for England, and in Northumberland entered into the service of Doctor Edward Green, a Mountebank and Continued with him between two and three years, & then entered into the service of Doctor Finly Green & Continued with him near a twelve month and then set up for a Quack doctor herselfe, and travelled through several Counties of England, and at length came to the County of Devonshire, and from thence into Somersetshire afores[ai]d in the Month of May Last Past where she have followed the afores[ai]d business of a Quack doctor, Continueing to wear mans apparel ever since she put on her brothers, before she came out of Scotland.

“This Examinant further saith that in the Course of her travels in mans apparel she came to the City of Wells in the County afores[ai]d and went by the Name of Charles Hamilton, and quartered in the house of Mary Creed, where lived her Neice Mary Price, to whome she proposed Marriage and the s[ai]d Mary Price Consented, and then she put in the Banes of Marrige to Mr Kinston Curate of St Cuthberts in the City of Well afores[ai]d and was by the s[ai]d Mr Kingstone Married to the s[ai]d Mary Price, in the parish Church of St Cuthberts afores[ai]d, on the sixteenth day of July last past and have since travel[e]d as a husband with her in several parts of the County to the day of the date above mentioned and further this Examinant saith not.”

Signed with “the mark of Mary Hamilton” with “Mary Hamon” written in a different hand.

The record also includes Mary Price’s statement, from a month later on 1746/10/07, the date of the Quarter Sessions. (That is, Hamilton’s statement was taken at the time of her arrest, but Price’s was taken at the time of the trial.)

“Who on her Oath saith that in the Month of May last past a Person who called himself by the name of Charles Hamilton introduced himself into the Company of the Examinant and made his Addresses to her, and prevailed on this Examinant to be married to him, which she accordingly was on the Sixteenth day of July last by the Rev[eren]d Mr Kingstone Curate of the Parish of St Cuthbert in Wells in the said County—And this Examinant Further saith that after their Marriage they lay together several Nights, and that the said pretended Charles Hamilton who had married her as aforesaid entered her Body several times, which made this Examin[an]t believe, at first, that the said Hamilton was a real Man, but soon had reason to Judge that the said Hamilton was not a Man but a Woman, and which the said Hamilton acknowledged and confessed afterwards (on the Complaint of this Examin[an]t to the Justices) when brought before them that she was such to the Great Prejudice of this Examinant.”

The deposition was signed “The Mark of Mary Price” with a mark indicating her signature.

Baker also provides transcripts of the sentence (“Continued as a vagrant for Six Months to hard Labour, and to be whipped publickly…”) and the reference to the consultation with Fielding’s cousin regarding the appropriate punishment.

With respect to the trial record, Fielding has also spun the tale in a way that more strongly frames Mary Price as a naïve innocent, continuing to protest that she believed her husband to be a man even after the arrest (whereas the factual record indicates that she was the one who brought the complaint).  This is further evidence that Fielding did not consult with anyone directly familiar with the case.

The newspaper mentions from the Bath Journal are given as follows.

1746/09/22

“Tuesday last a Woman, dress’d in Man’s Apparel, was committed to Shepton-Mallet Bridewell. She was detected at Glastenbury and has for some Time follow’d the Profession of a Quack Doctor, up and down the Country. There are great Numbers of People flock to see her in Bridewell, to whom she sells a great Deal of her Quackery; and appears very bold and impudent. She seems very gay, with Perriwig, Ruffles, and Breeches; and it is publickly talk’d, that she has deceived several of the Fair Sex, by marrying them. As the Circumstances in general are somewhat remarkable, we shall make a further Enquiry, and give our Readers the Particulars in our next.”

Although several details here contradict Fielding’s narrative, this may be a source for the multiplication of marriages that Fielding attributes to Hamilton.

A second notice in the Bath Journal dated September 29, mentions her alias of Charles Hamilton and adds “…we hear that she was born in Yeovil in Somersetshre.” Fielding does not seem to have used this information, but most likely did have access to the following item appearing in both the Bath Journal on November 3, and the Daily Advertiser:

“We hear from Taunton, that at a General Quarter Sessions of the Peace, for the County of Somerset, held there lately, Mary Hamilton, otherwise George, otherwise Charles Hamilton, was try’d for a very singular and notorious Offence; Mr. Gold, Council for the King, open’d to the Court, That the said Mary, etc. pretending herself a Man, had married fourteen Wives, the last of which Number was one Mary Price, who appeared in Court, and deposed, that she was married to the Prisoner, some little Time since, at the Parish Church of St. Cuthbert’s in Wells, and that they were Bedded as Man and Wife, and lived as such for about a Quarter of a Year, during which Time she, the said Price, though the Prisoner a Man, owing to the Prisoner’s using certain vile and deceitful Practices, not fit to be mentioned.

“There was a great Debate for some Time in Court about the Nature of her Crime, and what to call it, but at last it was agree, that she was an uncommon notorious Cheat, and as such was sentenced to be publickly whipp’d in the four following Towns, Taunton, Glastonbury, Wells, and Shipton-Mallet; to be imprisoned for six Months, and to find Sureties for her good Behaviour, for as long a Time as the Justices at the next Quarter-Sessions shall think fit.”

This newspaper account introduces several details that diverge from the depositions (the length of time married, the multiple marriages, the use of the name George) but that appear in Fielding’s account, making it likely that he had access to this and relied on it.

Baker concludes by speculating on Fielding’s financial motivations for publishing the hasty and sloppy account, concluding that the work was not intended as anything more than a sensational opportunity to monetize the events.

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The Original Female Husband

Apr. 2nd, 2026 12:02 am
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Posted by Heather Rose Jones

Wednesday, April 1, 2026 - 16:59

This book functionally invented the term “female husband” for an assigned-female person who marries (formally or otherwise) a woman while presenting as male. It’s possible (though speculative) that the book also encouraged pop culture fascination with the phenomenon, though I suspect that the fascination would have existed even if the label had never been created.

As discussed at length in Baker 1959 (being posted simultaneously), the vast majority of Fielding’s book is total fiction, which makes it an interesting sequel to the series on the General History.

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Fielding, Henry. 1746. The Female Husband: or, the Surprising History of Mrs Mary, Alias Mr George Hamilton. Liverpool, M. Cooper.

In 1746, a young woman named Mary Price discovered that her recently-wed husband was assigned female at birth. She considered herself to have been defrauded and brought the matter to the attention of the law. Her husband was tried and found guilty under the vagrancy laws. England had no laws that addressed cross-dressing or gender-crossing specifically, and the legal records indicate that the system did a certain amount of head-scratching to figure out what charges to bring—though they were clear that they planned to find something.

A few months after the conviction, an anonymous pamphlet was published purporting to provide the history of the accused. Analysis has demonstrated that the author was almost certainly novelist Henry Fielding (author of The History of Tom Jones among others). Analysis also demonstrates that the vast majority of the details in The Female Husband are entirely invented (contradicted by the legal record). (Baker 1959 discusses this evidence.)

The question of Hamilton’s gender identity (as understood from a modern perspective) is tricky, especially as we must discount much of what might otherwise appear to be psychological evidence presented by Fielding, as it is entirely of his invention. I will be using female pronouns for Hamilton but refer to her primarily by surname.

Fielding situates Hamilton’s life within a mythic context, providing a quote from Ovid’s Metamorphoses on the title page that refers to a supernatural sex change. The text then opens with a brief meditation on sexual desire and its variants, framing normative desires as being dictated by “virtue and religion” while non-normative desires are the result of “excess and disorder.” The implication is that non-normative sexual desire (of which he notes “all ages and countries have afforded us too many instances”) is a result of excessive desire and a failure to apply cultural restraints to exercising it. This is relevant to constructing a landscape of how English culture understood same-sex (or trans) desires, as it contrasts with theories based on aberrant physiology, or theories positing inherent orientation. (Of course, the presence of this framing doesn’t mean this was a universal or uncontested view of sexual desire in the mid 18th century, only that it was a view expressed in popular literature.)

The biography proper begins with Hamilton’s birth and early family life, which conflicts with the known facts of her life from the trial records. Hamilton is described as having been brought up “in the strictest principles of virtue and religion” with no indication of straying until she was seduced by a neighbor woman, Mrs Johnson, who had “learnt and often practiced” sex between women within a Methodist community. Fielding’s pamphlet includes very clear anti-Methodist sentiments, suggesting that they practiced various types of sexual impropriety.

This part of the history frames Hamilton’s attachment to Johnson as initially non-sexual, but that the strength of her devotion made her susceptible to Johnson’s sexual advances. Their sexual activities are described—using the standard legal phrasing of the day—as “criminal conversation,” despite the fact that sex between women was not criminalized in England. Johnson, however, transferred her affection to a man (another fellow Methodist) and married him, to Hamilton’s great distress. (The pamphlet quotes an entirely invented “Dear John” letter supposedly sent from Johnson to Hamilton, exhorting her to repent and follow her example into marriage.)

Hamilton’s response to this was “to dress herself in mens cloaths, to embarque for Ireland, and commence Methodist teacher.” (Note that in Fielding’s fiction, the decision to live as a man happened after engaging in a sexual relationship with a woman. No direct connection between the two is made at the time, although one can be implied by Hamilton’s later relationships. The implied connection seems to be “a woman will leave a woman for a man, so a stable relationship with a woman can only be had as a man.” However nothing this specific is spelled out.)

Methodism and its discontents continues to be a motif as Hamilton shares a cabin on the ship to Dublin with another (male) Methodist preacher who “in the extasy of his enthusiasm” while praying stuck his hand under Hamilton’s shirt. It isn’t clear from the narrative whether he suspected Hamilton of being a woman, whether this was pure accident, or whether—believing Hamilton to be a man—this was intended as a male-male pass. In any event, after some commotion and further sexual advances (still unclear what sex he believes Hamilton to be), she pops him one in the nose after which he leaves her alone.

On arriving in Dublin, Hamilton has picked up a severe cold and lost her voice, postponing the start of her preaching, but not the start of her courtship of a widow staying in the same lodging house. Being unable to profess her love verbally, Hamilton “was obliged to make use of actions of endearment, such as squeezing, kissing, toying, etc.” followed shortly by a written declaration of love. The widow, alas, though generally desirous of another marriage, rejected Hamilton in rather harsh terms, soon after marrying another.

Disappointed in love(?) and with funds running low, Hamilton turned to pursuing another well-off widow who seemed much more receptive of the attentions of what she believed to be a youth. In this context, the narrator frames Hamilton as having quite mercenary motives, whereas with the previous widow she “had never any other design than of gaining the lady’s affection, and then discovering herself to her, hoping to have had the same success which Mrs Johnson had found with her.” That is, Hamilton had as an end goal a romance in which both partners knew the other to be a woman. (Though it never went far enough to test this.) But with the second widow, Hamilton is depicted as planning to carry the gender disguise through the marriage. “A device entered into her head, as strange and surprising, as it was wicked and vile; and this was actually to marry the old woman, and to deceive her, by means which decency forbids me even to mention.” Though Fielding is being deliberately—indeed, aggressively—coy, the context indicates he’s referring to consummating the marriage with an artificial penis.

The marriage was celebrated and the bride not only declared herself satisfied but boasted to her friends about her husband, despite them commenting on how her husband looked more like a woman than a man. But her curiosity was roused and one night she (we must assume) felt up her husband and discovered the anatomical lack, whereupon she flew into a rage and accused Hamilton of being a cheat and an imposter.

Hamilton, realizing that Dublin had grown too hot to remain, immediately took ship back to England where she began practicing quack medicine. [Note: this isn’t necessarily to say the practice was fraudulent, but only that it wasn’t “textbook” medicine but rather folk practice.] Hamilton soon became enamored of one of her patients who was being treated for “green sickness.” [Note: Although the term “green sickness” is now associated with a type of anemia, historically it was considered to be a disease of virgins that could best be treated by sexual activity.] Hamilton wooed the girl and they married. “The Doctor so well acted his part, that his bride had not the least suspicion of the legality of her marriage, or that she had not got a husband for life.”

Once again the marriage is initially happy until the bride once again discovers her husband’s anatomical lack. Hamilton tries to persuade her “she would have all the pleasures of marriage without the inconveniences” but she isn’t convinced. At this Hamilton makes haste to leave town even as the abandoned wife tells her parents all, who rouse the law against Hamilton.

Setting up in another town, Hamilton once more fell in love, this time with a girl named Mary Price, whom she met at a dance. Two purported love letters exchanged between the two are quoted, the one from Price written in an exaggeratedly illiterate style. They plan a swift marriage, despite interference from a jealous sister and an altercation at another dance in which Hamilton’s breast was briefly exposed during a fight. But married they were and continued happily for months, even as Hamilton’s reputation as a doctor grew. Unfortunately, someone who recognized Hamilton from the time of her previous marriage raised the alarm. Hearing of this, Mary Price’s mother quizzed her about her husband and noted inconsistencies in the story. Confronted by Mary, Hamilton considered admitting to the whole, but by this time Mary’s mother had summoned the law and Hamilton was arrested, with Mary protesting that the accusation was false and malicious.

In court, the true story came out, and a search turned up “something of too vile, wicked and scandalous a nature, which was found in the Doctor’s trunk, having been produced in evidence against her.” (Again, the implication behind Fielding’s coy language is that this is an artificial penis.) Hamilton was prosecuted under the vagrancy act “for having by false and deceitful practices endeavoured to impose on some of his Majesty’s subjects.” During the trial, Mary Price testified that she had no suspicion of her husband’s true sex and that as far as she knew her husband had “behaved to her as a husband ought to his wife.”

Hamilton was convicted and sentenced to four sessions of whipping in different towns as well as imprisonment. But rather than serving as an effective deterrent, Fielding claims that the evening after the first whipping, Hamilton “offered the gaoler money, to procure her a young girl to satisfy her most monstrous and unnatural desires.” But perhaps, he notes, the story will serve to deter others.

Fielding concludes with an assurance that, despite the shocking nature of his subject, he has written it up so carefully that “not a single word occurs through the whole, which might shock the most delicate ear, or give offence to the purest chastity.” This comment speaks to his avoidance of specific descriptions, using circumlocutions, euphemisms, and allusion for all sexual matters.

Before taking any of this narrative seriously, compare it to the verbatim court reports which are quoted in Baker 1959 and provide a much shorter and simpler story.

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It was a good seder—smaller than some years, but good.

However, comma, one guest brought a bottle of Manischewitz wine as a joke gift. When we opened it for the curious, we let Eaglet sample it—something we allow during rituals, mainly seders and shabbat, that include alcohol. Wine has always been yuck for them, but this? This they liked. A lot.

Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.

(For those who haven’t met it, Manischewitz is a sweet, strong, low-grade American wine barely better than rotgut. Because for a long time it was the only readily available wine that’s kosher for Passover, many families traditionally serve it at seders—or rather served, to our great fortune.)

---L.

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Audiobook narrated by Katy Sobey.

Back home in 2017, Sophie and Hugo realise that they love each other and immediately get together when safely back in Hugo's parent house. They don't realise that Freddie has managed to follow them from 1925, and he is devastated to find the love of his life and his best friend sleeping together. With immovable 1925 attitudes about girls staying pure, Freddie is angry and unforgiving. When Sophie and Hugo try to take him back to his own time his thought 'do your worst' are taken up by the sentient lift, and they are dropped into Medieval Europe with Mongol Army on the rampage. Sophie, Freddie and Charlotte have enhanced strength in this world, though Hugo does not. Trying to escape. Sophie and Freddie are dropped (literally) into and impossible situation in which they are sure they will die, and one thing leads to another. Sophie is badly injured, but they managed to access the lift and get back to 2017 where, in hospital, they all learn she's pregnant. Who's the father?


Apparently there's a novella that addresses this problem, but it's not available as an audiobook. Too bad.



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