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  • Globe and Mail Best Book Selection

  • January Magazine Best Book Selection

  • The Tyee Best Book Selection

  • Chatelaine Magazine Book of the Month

  • Flare Magazine Book of the Month

Hugely entertaining, irreverent and challenging, Billie Livingston’s new novel drives the bumpy road from the burlesque stages of Rat Pack Vegas to the bedroom Internet porn scenes of today, exploring just how far women have really come.

Vivian is late to her own mother’s funeral. Wearing a skintight lipstick-red suit, Vivian stands out like a pornographer’s dream amongst the raven collection of West Coast intellectuals mourning the untimely death of the famous feminist Josie Callwood. Self-medicating grief with vodka, Vivian can’t help trying to stick her finger in the eye of her dead mother’s expectations.

Dead people have a hard time protecting their secrets, and Josie has left one big surprise for her troubled daughter. When she opens a trunk in her mother’s basement, Vivian discovers that Josie wasn’t who she seemed – and that she had a flaming sexual past more exotic than anything Vivian has been able to pull off. Chasing the lies her mother told her, Vivian sets off on a road trip in which memory, reality and imagination collide to recreate the kaleidoscope world of America in the sixties. In disbelief and dawning admiration, she follows her mother’s trail through the Vegas nexus where movie stars, pop singers, strippers, politicians and the mob mingled, where the Rat Pack ruled and girls were arm and eye candy.

As she uncovers her mother’s true story, Vivian ends up confronting her own sexual lies and spiritual evasions. Billie Livingston’s fine novel leads us to consider the nature of our hidden desires – and to question whether the sky would really fall if we admitted our true needs and ceased to blush.

Reviews:

Provocative but wildly fun... It’s a book that ought to be put in a time capsule and dug up 100 years from now by women who, with any luck, will have finally figured things out. A great read, in short, and you won’t be able to put it down.
— Globe and Mail (Best Book Selection)
With Cease to Blush, Livingston has made her rep as one of the most dangerous writers you will ever be lucky enough to encounter.
— The Vancouver Review
Livingston writes beautifully, even soulfully and Cease to Blush is her best work to date. (Best of 2006 Fiction)
— January Magazine
With its parallel stories, Cease to Blush is a well-crafted, thought-provoking novel about women’s beauty and vanity and where it can take them and how a person’s exterior can hide an unknown story. (Editor’s Choice)
— The Vancouver Sun
Wonderful energy, brisk pace, snappy dialogue.
— National Post
What makes the book fascinating is Livingston’s willingness to let her narrator make whole chapters up. Vivian, lost and alone, with nothing but scraps and hearsay, constructs a credible past for her mother. Is it true? Undoubtedly not. Is it authentic? It’s balm to Vivian’s grieving heart and a razzle-dazzle tour of the glam-tastic ’60s, so why not?
— The Georgia Straight
Cease to Blush, by poet and novelist Billie Livingston, is an immensely readable tale of two women: Vivian Callwood, erstwhile model and actress, and her mother Josephine, a famous feminist academic. These are not the gals on the Mother’s Day cards; this relationship is a bitter blend of hopes unmet, expectations defied, and approval withheld.
— Books in Canada
(Livingston) has created two irresistibly flawed heroines...Cease to Blush is an entertaining and titillating trip through the darker side of human sexuality.
— Women’s Post
A bit of a sendup of a second wave feminism, it’s a great and rapid read that you won’t be able to put down until the last pastie is gone.
— The Owen Sound Sun-Times
I can enthusiastically recommend it...The story is packed with interesting history entwined with speculation and a journey into adulthood. Like a mixed-up friend Vivian is frustrating sometimes, but Cease to Blush is so well told that you are willing to forgive her as she sorts herself out.
— The Buzz