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THE POLITICS AND POETICS OF CAMP 103<br />

Jane De Lynn’s 1990 novel Don Juan in the Village also unfold in the “timeless<br />

and tasteless world of dyke noir.” But, for the purposes of this discussion, I will<br />

focus on Sarah Schulman’s 1988 novel, After Delores.<br />

In keeping with her earlier work, Schulman sets her third novel (and first<br />

publication <strong>by</strong> a mainstream press) in the lesbian subcultural milieu of New<br />

York’s Lower East Side. Its narrative chronicles four months in the life of an<br />

unnamed narrator, a nihilistic, working class, coffee shop waitress whose life has<br />

been unbearable since the title character abandoned her for another woman.<br />

Haunted <strong>by</strong> her unresolved feelings, and fearful of the consequences which<br />

might result from a direct confrontation with Delores, the narrator attempts to<br />

escape depression over her situation <strong>by</strong> conducting an investigation into the<br />

murder of a recent acquaintance—a teenage runaway go-go dancer whom she<br />

calls Punkette. Within the larger narrative context of a crime story, After Delores<br />

examines the narrator’s unsuccessful attempts to assert “justice” for herself <strong>by</strong><br />

seeking revenge against Delores for the betrayal of their relationship.<br />

Like the antiheroes of men’s hard-boiled fiction, the narrator’s interest in<br />

solving Punkette’s murder has little to do with a desire to preserve the State’s law<br />

and order. Instead, she begins her pursuit of vigilante street justice because “No<br />

one [else] was going to take the time to find out what really happened” (30). The<br />

narrator’s investigation of the murder is aided <strong>by</strong> an “old-time femme,” a woman<br />

who prefers to live her life as a 1950s lesbian version of Priscilla Presley. After<br />

assisting Priscilla in achieving her “perfect moment” of revenge (Priscilla “tells<br />

off” a former lover at a public dance), the narrator realizes that “If you waited for<br />

the right moment you could eventually get revenge” (4). More importantly, the<br />

narrator is also left with Priscilla’s gun, “it was tiny, with a pearl handle, deadly,<br />

sleek and feminine” (10). Noting that possession of the gun frees her from<br />

worry, “because the next time somebody went too far, [she] had the power to go<br />

farther” (27), the narrator begins her pursuit of Punkette’s killer while she<br />

simultaneously imagines new ways to “even the score” with her ex-lover, chiefly<br />

<strong>by</strong> murdering Delores’s new girl friend, Mary Sunshine:<br />

I could blow Sunshine’s brains right out of her head. I’d splatter them all<br />

over Franklin Street. I’d have to kill myself too, of course, since the world<br />

doesn’t understand moments when there are no alternatives but murder.<br />

People don’t see your pain when you are the killer. So I’d blow away my<br />

insides and Delores would have to live with that for the rest of her life.<br />

There was something so attractive in that picture that I decided it would be<br />

better to give Priscilla back her gun as soon as possible.<br />

(12)<br />

Despite her second thoughts, the narrator decides to keep the gun while she tries<br />

to bear in mind that Priscilla’s gun is “a trump [she] could only play once” (27).<br />

Through a series of chance encounters and accidental discoveries of evidence,<br />

the narrator unravels the mystery of Punkette’s death and kills her murderer, a

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