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Faithful Rebecca


Faithful Rebecca
by Janice Eidus

Price: $10.95


Faithful Rebecca will not easily be forgotten. In this wildly erotic, magical and comic novel of fast-paced suspense, Rebecca, a modern day Scarlett O'Hara from New York City, embarks on an impassioned search for hr infant daughter, Lily, and Lily's kidnapper. Her quest leads to a mountaintop community of women emulating mythical Amazon warriors where Rebecca is reunited with both Lily, being raised as an Amazon, and Sagana, formerly Rebecca's devoted best friend and now the passionate, fierce, and beautiful Amazon queen. She also meets the equally memorable Howard Geller, a wisecracking, romantic, runaway teenager living on the fringe of the community. After a mysterious mountain, these characters' stories merge in an exciting climax on Manhattan's lower east side. This many-leveled contemporary fable incorporates such motifs as personal ads and female bodybuilding, while asking difficult questions about women's roles as friends, lovers, mothers, and daughters.

"This is a wonderful novel, filled with humor, mysticism and wit. Janice Eidus takes us on an extraordinary trip into her specialized universe, and I can't imagine a reader who wouldn't be a willing traveler. Faithful Rebecca is a delight." —Meg Wolitzer

About Janice Eidus' short fiction:

"Janice Eidus' fiction puts a fine comic spin on her material. Her young women, and their men, inhabit a downward-mobile urban reality that pleasingly verges upon the fantastic, and now and then crosses that verge." —John Barth

"Janice Eidus' uncanny fiction rings with broad humor, intelligence, and heart. Also—what is rarest these days—it is truly idiosyncratic. I can't think of another writer who takes so many risks, and gets so much out of them. She is an original." —David Leavitt

"Janice Eidus presents herself as one who understands, sympathizes, can even smile a little, though always without malice… One may, as a reader, respond to the immediacy and involvement of … Janice Eidus." —Vance Bourjaily

"Eidus introduces surreal elements into her style, combining the real and the fantastic so skillfully it is frequently impossible to know with certainty where one ends and the other begins."—The Albany Times-Union


Saturday morning. Where had the boundless energy gone, the insatiable animal appetite? She was sapped of all energy, all strength. Yet she would not succumb to this lethargy. She could not allow fear or doubt into her mind. She was determined to go through with her plan. Tonight, she would force herself to meet Sagana and Howard beneath the arch in Washington Square. She had waited so long for this. Nothing else counted. Her world was narrow, but it was hers. She would try to enlist Howard as an ally against Sagana. Or perhaps she wouldn't bother. Perhaps she would turn against him as well. And upon Sagana, there was no doubt she'd wreak revenge.

What kind of revenge? How? All day she lay listlessly in bed. She had no ideas and she was unable to rouse herself. But when the sun set she shivered and came alive. Her nostrils expanded as she inhaled the odor - present even inside her stuffy apartment - of the nighttime. Jumping up, she was now all nerve endings, ready, ready … Daytime had been the calm before the storm. With the nighttime she was the storm itself.

Dressing in an instant, she threw on yesterday's clothes. Red pants and a white T-shirt, both too large for her. Her short hair didn't need to be combed.

Sagana would weep. Sagana would be powerless. She'd be lost and subdued, broken in spirit, broken at last. And Howard would understand that he was just a boy, powerless against Rebecca.

Rebecca raced down the filthy flights of stairs. Soaring along the streets, seeing and absorbing nothing, she was immune to the life and spirit of the city. She was moving fast. Nothing, nothing would interfere as she decisively neared her prey.