Rubyfruit Jungle

Rubyfruit Jungle

Rita Mae Brown

Language: English

Pages: 240

ISBN: 1101965126

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Rubyfruit Jungle

Rita Mae Brown

Language: English

Pages: 240

ISBN: 1101965126

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


“The rare work of fiction that has changed real life . . . If you don’t yet know Molly Bolt—or Rita Mae Brown, who created her—I urge you to read and thank them both.”—Gloria Steinem
 
Winner of the Lambda Literary Pioneer Award | Winner of the Lee Lynch Classic Book Award
 
A landmark coming-of-age novel that launched the career of one of this country’s most distinctive voices, Rubyfruit Jungle remains a transformative work more than forty years after its original publication. In bawdy, moving prose, Rita Mae Brown tells the story of Molly Bolt, the adoptive daughter of a dirt-poor Southern couple who boldly forges her own path in America. With her startling beauty and crackling wit, Molly finds that women are drawn to her wherever she goes—and she refuses to apologize for loving them back. This literary milestone continues to resonate with its message about being true to yourself and, against the odds, living happily ever after.
 
Praise for Rubyfruit Jungle
 
“Groundbreaking.”The New York Times
 
“Powerful . . . a truly incredible book . . . I found myself laughing hysterically, then sobbing uncontrollably just moments later.”—The Boston Globe
 
“You can’t fully know—or enjoy—how much the world has changed without reading this truly wonderful book.”—Andrew Tobias, author of The Best Little Boy in the World
 
“A crass and hilarious slice of growing up ‘different,’ as fun to read today as it was in 1973.”The Rumpus
 
“Molly Bolt is a genuine descendant—genuine female descendant—of Huckleberry Finn. And Rita Mae Brown is, like Mark Twain, a serious writer who gets her messages across through laughter.”—Donna E. Shalala

“A trailblazing literary coup at publication . . . It was the right book at the right time.”—Lee Lynch, author of Beggar of Love

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nervously waved good-bye and we all waved back. Then the four of us climbed into Doug’s car and headed for Wolfie’s for endless talk about this missed tackle and that fine block interspersed with bananas and hot fudge sundaes. The next morning the phone rang around 9:00 A.M. It was Carolyn. ‘I have to talk to you right now. Are you awake?’ ‘I guess I am if I answered the phone.’ ‘I’m coming over and we can have breakfast at the Forum, okay?’ ‘Okay.’ Fifteen minutes later Carolyn arrived

‘Connie!’ Carolyn shrieked. ‘We are not queer. How can you say that? I’m very feminine, how can you call me a queer? Maybe Molly, after all she plays tennis and can throw a football as far as Clark, but not me.’ Carolyn was dropping her beads, all right. I tried to pretend I didn’t know she’d run a number like that when cornered, but I knew it inside. A delicate whiff of hate curled round my nostrils. I’d like to bust her feminine head. ‘What does Molly’s tennis have to do with it?’ Connie was

delighted to see Dr Demiral’s greasy, bearded face. We talked about my childhood, about Dean Marne, and about my simmering hatreds that I had repressed. It was very simple. Whatever they say, you look serious, attentive, and say ‘yes’ or, ‘I hadn’t thought of that.’ I invented horrendous stories to ground my fury in the past. It’s also very important to make up dreams. They love dreams. I used to lie awake nights thinking up dreams. It was exhausting. Within the week, I was released to return to

another piece of ass who can sit in a secretary’s chair with your Phi Beta Kappa key wrapped around your neck. You’re doing all this for nothing. You know what, you’re a lot like my father. I never realized that until now. He worked his ass off too and he got rich but he wanted to go all the way to the top and he’s not getting there for the obvious reason. You two would make a fine pair, bullheaded, can’t see what’s coming down in front of you. Gonna fight the whole world and get nothing but

gasped, ‘My baby.’ Carl grabbed her and held her up. Ep had Ted and Leroy by the hand, and he never moved a muscle. He stared straight into that hole and never said a word. Leroy was trying hard not to start bawling again, and I stared at the cowlick on back of his slicked-down hair so as not to start crying myself and show up for a big sissy. The dress didn’t help none, it’s easier to cry in a dress anyway. After the casket was in the ground we all went back to the house. Neighbors and

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