There have been concentration camps in the USA before and there will be again. And you and I will be the inmates. This novel of escape and resitance keeps punching.
First person narrative novel spoken by a NYC dyke, who, though she denies it, is utterly hep & cool. Shit--I can't tell you--see for yourself-- here's a chapter to get you started.
[The original publication of Holy Titclamps included a chapter from After Delores, which is not included here for copyright reasons.]