title: Big Sex Little Death: A Memoir
author:  Susie Bright 
description: <div>"Susie Bright is a one-woman counterculture, a teenaged socialist revolutionary turned Reagan-era sexual freedom fighter. In this lively, bittersweet memoir, she recounts a life full of political and erotic adventures and betrayals, a life at once deeply subversive and totally American, defined as it is by the idea that people should be free to express and pursue their own visions of happiness, no matter how uncomfortable it makes the prigs and scolds among us." &#151; Tom Perotta, author of <I>Little Children</I> and <I>Election</I><BR><BR>"Susie Bright's real life is just as compelling&#151;more compelling&#151;than her sex life. And that's saying something." &#151; Dan Savage<BR><BR>"I have a very scary feeling Susie Bright is not making any of this up. Guns, drugs, threesomes, socialist factionalism, a stabbing . . . all before she got her G.E.D.?" &#151; Alison Bechdel, author of <I>Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic</I><BR><BR><I>"Big Sex Little Death</I> is subtle, hot, enthralling, raw and tender&#151;I loved it. Susie Bright is a national treasure." &#151; Josh Marshall, Editor and Publisher, <I>Talking Points Memo</I><BR><BR>"The best-named writer in America, Susie Bright has written a witty, wise, and enlightening memoir." &#151; Erica Jong</div>
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  ## “I haven’t thanked you for rescuing me.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Vivian smiled at Billy, determined not to reveal any of her trepidation at his
  size and her vulnerability. “Thank you. You were an answer to a prayer.”
  
  
    
  
  
  He nodded solemnly. “You’re welcome. I’m sure t’was God that led me there. No
  other reason I should be where I could hear you.” He tipped his head toward
  the baby. “I guess rightly speaking, it was this wee thing I heard.”
  
  
    
  
  
  Suddenly, the windows rattled as the door behind her opened. A cold breeze
  blasted across the room. She cuddled Joshua to her chest, protecting him from
  the icy invasion.
  
  
    
  
  
  An older woman walked into the room, scrubbing her hands over her hair until
  it was a tangled mess. Vivian’s jaw dropped. She suddenly realized who they
  were.
  
  
    
  
  
  Mad Mrs. Black.
  
  
    
  
  
  And her son Big Billy.
  
  
    
  
  
  Everyone was terrified of the pair. Rumors said they’d turned wild after being
  captives of Indians for years. But despite the talk, could 