The reason Dorothy Allison planted her foot in your soul was because she was a poet, first. Her poetic mastery is what made every novel and essay sing.
This morning I re-read letters she and I exchanged back in the 1980s. —Long before anyone knew our writing outside of a few kindred souls. We were in a period of feminist fracturing, the “sex wars,” as they called them. It looks like a crabs-in-a-bucket episode in hindsight, but at the time, it was white-hot. Violent. Virtuous girls punishing the wicked whores.
Dorothy and her partner Alix Layton. © Jill Posener