I'm racing through my day these days, and today is no exception. I'm looking forward to Tuesday (though even on my day off I'll be taking conference calls and doing work at home) since that day will require no pants, and will allow me to sleep in and not do so as a way to counter working late.
In other news, the more I hear about how the launch went at After Stonewall the better it becomes. We outsold what I thought we'd done, and - more than that - we outsold any number of copies of any event I've ever hosted at my own bookstore. So, chalk one up for the LGBT Community of Ottawa (and give them all my thanks.)
"The Café Françoise," by Jay Neal
Jay Neal and I have been companions in anthologies a few times now, and I always enjoy his stories - they're often very different from each other, and I mean that as the compliment it is. This one, set in the harsh reality of a café in France in World War II, is a wonderful piece that - apart from being erotica - has an incredible sense of place and time to it. The reality of the bittersweet is thick here, and I will not lie and say I didn't close this story with a sniffle.
The narrator is here telling of a love he witnessed (and enjoyed) between two men who could never have what they truly wanted - one a German soldier, and one a Frenchman - but who take what they can while they can have it. That there is a dark decision to face at the end of the relationship is no surprise in and of itself, but it's deftly done, and the resolution of the story was surprising. Heartbreaking.