Books that feel like sapphic European summer/fall
Ok not sure if the pictures get the point across but I’m looking for something that reads like The Silver Book, or you know, like Giovanni’s Room, like Bonjour Tristesse, like Homo Faber or Death in Venice or like Alan Hollinghurst’s books. Literary fiction with vivid European settings and messy and toxic relationships and self-discovery and drama and whatever… but with any sort of lesbian subculture / lesbian protagonists / sapphic relationships, whatever. It’s alright if it’s subtextual.
There are so many queer classics and contemporary queer fiction being sold at my local bookstore and part of me loves it, the other part is a bit miffed it’s all about men.
It doesn’t strictly have to be literary fiction, I’ll take anything at this point, but good/interesting prose is important to me, and I’d love a setting that feels sort of like the pictures. Think orange trees (or apple trees if less southern), art galleries, pleasure boats, warm evening wind as the moon kisses the sea, awful posh people sipping overpriced martinis, self-proclaimed starving artists sipping cheap watery coffee. More focus on character and atmosphere than plot.
Before anyone recommends The Safekeep and/or any Sarah Waters, I’ve already read those :( (ok not all Sarah Waters but she’s on my radar)
