Judith Barnard, the half member of the husband and
wife team behind the Judith Michael’s name, passed away this past month of
heart failure. She was 94. If you recall, she is mostly responsible for the
megahit DECEPTIONS in 1982. She wrote the narrative and her hubby predominately
served as an editor. But together they created magic, launching 11 bestsellers
in their joining careers.
I discovered them in 1985 after watching the TV
miniseries adaptation of DECEPTIONS starring Stefanie Powers. Of course, I was
clueless about the fact that they were hiding behind the Judith Michael name.
Just like the mini, I devoured the book, and later on started collecting their
work. Fast forward to 2026, I not only still
own all of their paperbacks but I succeeded throughout the years in amassing
their hardcover first editions as well. I’m really proud of both collections.
It saddens me, however, to know that there won’t be
any more Judith Michael novels in the future—though I already had a hunch about
that since their last book THE REAL MOTHER was published in 2005. Yet, silly as
it may sound, I still had a tiny glimmer of hope that it would happen. But like
the woman behind the name and the many successful and least successful
compatriots alongside her, the subgenre has officially passed on. Yes, the glitz
and glam novel is pretty much a thing of the past. Thankfully I still have tons
and tons of unread ‘80s books in my house to enjoy.
So here’s to you Judith Barnard. Thank you for making this gay man who he is
by giving him what he wants, a little radiance of escapism from life’s
hardships.
Until next post,
Martin




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