Return to Lesbos. Valerie Taylor

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      Published in 2013 by the Feminist Press

      at the City University of New York

      The Graduate Center

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      New York, NY 10016

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      First Feminist Press edition

      Text copyright © 1963 by Valerie Taylor

      Originally published by Tower Publications, New York.

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      No part of this book may be reproduced, used, or stored in any information retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission from the Feminist Press at the City University of New York, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      Cover and text design by Drew Stevens.

       Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Taylor, Valerie, 1913–1997

       Return to Lesbos / Valerie Taylor.

       pages cm

       “Originally published by Tower Publications in 1963.”

       ebook ISBN 978-1-55861-832-9

       1. Lesbians—Fiction. 2. Jewish gays—Fiction.

       3. Holocaust survivors—Fiction. I. Title.

       PS3570.A957R4 2013

       813′.54—dc23

      2013017571

      Table of Contents

       Front Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       About the Author

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