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Sisters

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Just focus for a moment on the nickname of the husband of the authoress, and it becomes E-Z to understand why Lynne Cheney's throbbing pudenda compelled her to write this novel more than two decades ago. As directed by the Commander in Chief, the White House gynecologist has since infibulated the author. Yet potent testimony of the intensity of gratified female desire remains between the well-thumbed pages of the few yellowing copies of "Sisters" that have not been purchased and burned by Attorney General John Ashcroft and his staff members.

"Sisters" made its debut when Mrs. Cheney was an unknown scribbler, though her words undoubtedly inspired the life choices of her daughter Mary. It is shameful that partisan political pressure upon Lynne's publishing house, as well as her current status as Second Womyn of the United States, keeps this moist, glistening gem from being reissued. Readers across America would find "Sisters" a fine excuse for self-abuse if only this exquisite paean to Sapphic love, as well as to prophylactic-clad heterosexual bonking in the Wild West, became widely available once again! Forty-four bidders attempted to buy a yellowing copy from eBay, yet only one succeeded, at a price beyond rubies.

The female wankers of America need this book. Bring it back.

EDIT: I recently found a copy of the book through back channels. If you wish to read it, being posted on the web in an act of freedom of information, go to [...].

This story of a Washington wife who leaves her powerful husband to join a womyn's commune is charged with the kind of eroticism you just don't expect from the Second Lady of the United States of America. I was amazed at how graphically Ms. Cheney details the commune's daily "massage classes" and their predictable free-for-all aftermaths, while at the same time delivering a devastating critique of phallocentric discourse in modern culture. I can't wait for the sequel, in which the Sisters declare war against the male-dominated multinational corporation that is threatening to foreclose on their commune. Four Stars!

The lusty story of frigid, 19th century house wives thawed only by the gentle, loving caresses of one another. Probes trepidatiously into the sweet, secret delights that await them and brings forth the deep, damp passions lurking in all women as they take their first trembling steps toward their most fervent desires on a tawdry journey of self discovery.

This is a stunning tale of a lonely young housewife's struggle with the temptations of unnatural love. Mrs. Cheney has written an engaging distraction from the horrors of a world gone amok. She offers all readers - from the doughy Lex Luthor reading by flashlight in his bunker, to the Hampton subscriber to "Women Loving Women Loving Women's Wear Daily" - a glimpse into a life so blessed that the worst experience the heroine suffers in her God-ordained life is the shame of posing publicly with her husband's boss's wife - the vicodin saturated woman with a five dollar facelift. AN ABSOLUTE JOY!

Many issues have come up in this presidential campaign, one of them the family values represented by both sides. This book is a fine example of the fraud presented by President Bush's team. I find nothing wrong with the book other than the laughable dialog etc. but when the author's identity is considered it becomes downright insulting to listen to the republicans present themselves as the saviors of puritan ultra-traditional family values. How many times has Goerge W. been saved? 2, 3?

Though I have not read this book yet, from the excerpts I've seen I would like the title very much. This review is to point out that I'm extremely disappointed with the publisher for bowing to pressure and cancelling the reissue. Please, Penguin Books, reconsider this title for publication. Don't bow to censorship by Cheney and the Republican party.

... how when little, impressionable 11 year old Mary discovered this, it started to shape the woman she would grow to become. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it!

I loved reading this book, because I know it expresses the yearnings of the author. No doubt, years of being with her husband have led her to detest men, and particularly him.

It's obvious she has tested the "intimaticies" the characters take with one another personally.

My heart wept when I learned that Mrs. Lynne Cheney declined to allow the New American Library to reprint her 1981 Signet edition of "Sisters" in the spring of 2004. Mrs. Cheney felt it did not represent her "best work."

Heavens! For many of us, what Mrs. Cheney considers sub-par work comprises ripping-good entertainment. And how are we to decide whether "Sisters" is her "best work" if virtually no copies exist--and those that do exist cost hundreds of dollars? Her attorney felt that if a need existed for "Sisters," that the nation's rare-book dealers would satisfy that need.

Well, only if the reader has a great deal of money, as well as the persistence to seek out the few copies on the free market.

To rephrase a current-day expression, some sisters are not only doing it for themselves, they are doing for others. Mrs. Biscuitbarrel owns one of the yellowing vintage copies of "Sisters," and so she lovingly hand-typed all twenty-three action-packed chapters into blog format, available free of charge at www.livejournal.com/users/lynnecheney. Read the book, and then come back here and post a review!

Incest, cattle rustling, lynching, the chaste female-female love that dares not speak its name, dognapping, running away from a convent school to join the circus, the New York-Washington publishing scene, women's suffrage, a runaway mother, the mysterious death of a sister, circus freak shows, troubled nieces, a hunky widowed Scottish brother-in-law (rrrrufffff!), contraception, the Women's Christian Temperance Union, and the frequent introduction of gophers--either merely dead, or dead and putrefying--spice the never-a-dull-moment plot of "Sisters."

My only caveat goes out to prurient thrill-seekers: The word "lesbian" does not appear anywhere in this novel.

A surprisingly sensual look deep inside the inner recesses of a restless untameable woman. Much like the Iraqi war it begins with unsubstantiated "intelligence" as a pretense for imperialism. In this case, however, history repeats and a daughter's attempt to find a warm, loving relationship with a cold father ends in a dismissal of men altogether.