Jane Vance Rule

(Decatur, Illinois)

Jane Vance Rule
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Jane Vance Rule (28 March 1931 – 27 November 2007) was a Canadian writer of lesbian-themed novels and non-fiction.

Born in Plainfield, New Jersey, Jane Vance Rule was the oldest daughter of Carlotta Jane (Hink) and Arthur Richards Rule. She claimed she was a tomboy growing up and felt like an outsider for reaching six feet tall and being dyslexic. When she was 15 she read The Well of Loneliness and wrote later, "suddenly discovered that I was a freak."

Rule studied at Mills College in California. She graduated in 1952, moved to England for a short while and entered in a relationship with critic John Hulcoop. She taught at Concord Academy in Massachusetts where... more »

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  • ''The message of women's liberation is that women can love each other and ourselves against our degrading education.''
    Jane Rule (b. 1931), Canadian lesbian, feminist, fiction writer, and essayist; born in the U.S. A Hot-Eyed Moderate, part 2 (1985).
  • Morality for the novelist is expressed not so much in the choice of subject matter as in the plot of the narrative, which is perhaps why in our morally bewildered time novelists have often been timid ...
    Jane Rule (b. 1931), Canadian fiction writer and essayist; born in the U. S... Outlander, part 2, essay 1 (1981). Many of Rule's story and novel p...
  • ''Human beings tolerate what they understand they have to tolerate.''
    Jane Rule (b. 1931), Canadian fiction writer and essayist; born in the U. S... Outlander, part 2, essay 6 (1981). Rule, a lesbian, was living with...
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This gift that I've been given
Of finding words that rhyme--
The first that some are humorous
While others seem sublime--
The urge that comes upon me
At morning, noon, or night--
To reach for pad and pencil
And causes me to write--
When words begin to fall in place,
And thoughts begin to fall in place,
It's almost like a sudden wind
That comes before a storm
I know I must not hesitate
To write it down, and fast--
For that's the only way I know
To make this great gift last!

And, through it all I realize
This wondrous debt ...

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