I’d like to take a moment to broadcast the happy fact that an old friend of mine — P.F. Jeffery whom I first met at University in 1966 since when we have been sending creatively sparkling handwritten letters to each other, roughly, on a fortnightly basis — has just launched his website HERE.
This is a vehicle for an amazing writing talent and his ongoing series of novels – THE WARRIORS OF LOVE – that ignited as a result of some epistolary exercises in letters to me some time during the 1980s…and have since gradually grown and grown and changed and changed with proportionately less and less such epistolary influence from the likes of me!
Do please take time out to investigate this writer and his set of novels. I confidently predict that this is not the last time you will have heard of this phenomenon of fiction….
Last Balcony: Essex Serpents and Pier’s Echo 
My on-going review of JANE: http://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2013/09/19/818/
PF Jeffery’s BIG DRAWING: http://zencore2007.wordpress.com/2013/07/05/p-f-jefferys-big-drawing-1975-1976/
Review of JANE: http://paintthistownred.wordpress.com/2013/09/19/book-of-the-month-jane-by-p-f-jeffery/
From a recent review of JANE here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/924425174?book_show_action=true&page=1
“It is truely inspiring and eye opening read, and a journey I think we should all go through.”
And another here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/943767641?book_show_action=true&page=1
“This novel has swagger. Post-apocalyptic fantasy exploring a hyper-feminist society through the youth and eroticism of beaucrat Jane. P.F.Jeffery’s writing bounces with intelligence, charisma, and humor (an absolute pleasure to read)- but still finds the time to critically analyze itself, and feminity, and sex, and love, in a very gentle and confident way.”
In recent months I have been reading private copies of two novels later in the ‘Warriors of Love’ duodecology: Daisy’s Day and Daisy’s Month.
These are uniquely charming. Magnetising.
JANE, meanwhile, can only speak for herself. With that critically slow-burning fuse of the first novel in the series.