novel. A Frenchman, Herve Joncour, travels to Japan in 1861 and returns with
silkworm eggs and the memory of a woman with wide, non-Oriental eyes and the
face of a young girl. It is short, and leaves a tingling in the mouth, like the
gentle bite of green tea.
needed to read something else after escaping into Paula Volsky’s The Grand
Ellipse. Jules Verne, meet Georgette Heyer. There’s adventure, romance, magic,
tongue-twisting place names, cute guys, spies, war, and the kind of heroine
usually described as “plucky.” Luzelle Devaire already has a place in my
favorite fictional gal list. There’s also Y.T., the thrasher messenger from Neal
Stephenson’s Snow Crash; Felice Landry, the manic-depressive lesbian telekinetic
from Julian May’s Saga of Pliocene Exile; Marjorie Westriding Yrarier from Sheri
Tepper’s Grass; and Menolly from Anne McCaffrey’s Harper Hall Trilogy, a
sentimental favorite from
is the cover of the edition I have – a reprint from 1979.