Her Smoke Rose Up Forever | The James Tiptree Award Anthology 1 | |
James Tiptree, Jr. | edited by Karen Joy Fowler, Pat Murphy, Debbie Notkin, and Jeffrey D. Smith | |
Tachyon Publications, 522 pages | Tachyon Publications, 320 pages |
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A review by Matthew Cheney
It was months after the event that I first read about it, in Analog magazine, and I still remember what
the black-outlined block of the obituary looked like, because I stared at it for probably ten minutes, trying to get
the words to make some sense. Analog was an appropriate source for the news, because it was that magazine
and its legendary editor, John W. Campbell, Jr., who first published Tiptree, though her subsequent work would reveal
an attitude Campbell despised, a lack of faith in the ability of pluckiness to move mankind toward ever-greater realms of progress.
Tiptree and Campbell, the two juniors, both have awards named for them now. In the introduction to The James
Tiptree Award Anthology 1, Pat Murphy writes: "In 1991, four years after Alice Sheldon's death, Karen Fowler and
I created the James Tiptree, Jr. Award. We did it to make trouble. To shake things up. To make people examine the
fiction they read a little more carefully. And to honor the woman who startled the science fiction world by making
people suddenly rethink their assumptions about what women and men could do."
The Tiptree is not an ordinary SF award; it has a specific, even ideological purpose -- a juried award for, as Murphy
says, "a short story or novel which explores and expands gender roles in speculative fiction." The results have been
surprising, infuriating, perplexing, and often marvelous.
The title of the new collection is misleading, because this is not the first collection to result from the Tiptree
Award -- that would be 1999's Flying Cups and Saucers, a book that is now out of print and difficult to find.
Tachyon Publications, the publisher of the new book, might have done well to reprint the earlier volume
with added stories from after 1998, because the new anthology is so oddly edited that it is more of a curiosity than
a representation of the award (though perhaps subsequent volumes will fix this).
The challenge to any editor of a Tiptree volume is that the jury is free to give the award to whatever sort of fiction
they want, of whatever length, and however many they choose. Thus, the award for 2003 went to Matt Ruff's novel
Set This House in Order, with ten novels and stories included on a "short list" of works deserving honor (not,
the editors make clear, "losers"), and a "long list" of seventeen other books and stories. This is quite different
from 2001, when the winner was the novel The Kappa Child by Hiromi Goto and the four works on the short list
were also novels (and there was no long list). And then there are all the "Retrospective Award Winners" and
"Retrospective Award Short List."
Unfortunately, the four editors of this first-but-second anthology of Tiptree honorees have responded to the challenges
of creating a Tiptree anthology by being (seemingly) haphazard. Most of the book is structured like one of the annual
Nebula Award anthologies, with an excerpt from Set This House in Order and the complete texts of all of the
short fiction on the 2003 short list. Like the Nebula volumes, there's also some non-fiction: Joanna Russ on "Tiptree
and History" (putting Sheldon/Tiptree within a feminist and gay liberation context), Suzee McKee Charnas on "Judging
the Tiptree," Ursula K. LeGuin on "Genre: A Word Only the French Could Love," and Sheldon's own essay on being
revealed as Tiptree, "Everything But the Signature is Me."
And then there's Kelly Link's 1997 Tiptree-winning story, "Travels with the Snow Queen." And a translation of Hans
Christian Andersen's "The Snow Queen." These complement Kara Dalkey's 2003 story "The Lady of the Ice Garden," which
is another take on the Snow Queen tale. Link's story is exquisite, but... why not complement, say, Geoff Ryman's
"Birth Days" with Eleanor Arnason's 2002 short-listed story "Knapsack Poems," another tale of biology and
sexual identity? After all, one other story from the 2002 short list, Karen Joy Fowler's "What I Didn't See" is
included. Fowler's is, actually, the story most demanding a companion -- Tiptree's own "The Women Men Don't See,"
which was one of the inspirations for "What I Didn't See." Including some of Tiptree's fiction would have created
a nice sense of lineage.
One of the pleasures of the Tiptree award is the variety of tastes demonstrated over the years by the different
juries, and the world would benefit quite a bit from an anthology that demonstrated that sort of variety, rather
than simply privileging one jury's selections and tossing in a couple of old favorites. As it is now, the editors
seem to be snubbing previous winners and juries -- they could have at least included 2002's winner, "Stories for
Men" by John Kessel and 1998's "Congenital Agenesis of Gender Ideation" by Raphael Carter.
A capricious Tiptree anthology is certainly better than none at all, however, and the book's publication in
conjunction with Tachyon's reprinting of Her Smoke Rose Up Forever, originally published by Arkham House in
1990, gives us a chance to reflect not only on the Tiptree award stories themselves, but on their relation to Tiptree's
own fiction. Ruth Nestvold's "Looking for Lace", for instance, feels superficially like one of Tiptree's
masterpieces, "A Momentary Taste of Being" in its concern for the everyday details and processes of interstellar
colonization. Tiptree's story actually feels more modern, despite having been published twenty-eight years earlier,
because of its breadth of vision and uncompromising biological fatalism -- it's a story that would have horrified
John W. Campbell, while Nestvold's story is more like an updated version of H. Beam Piper's "Omnilingual" or Lloyd
Biggle's "Monument" (published by Campbell in 1957 and 1962, respectively).
Geoff Ryman's "Birth Days" could easily have come from Tiptree's pen -- it echoes everything from "The Last Flight
of Dr. Ain" to "Houston, Houston, Do You Read?" in its speculations and conclusions -- while Carol Emshwiller's
"Boys" is as fine and disturbing a story as Tiptree's "Screwfly Solution" (and doesn't nearly ruin itself, as
Tiptree's story does, with a silly final sentence).
The new edition of Her Smoke Rose Up Forever contains the same stories as the Arkham House edition, but lacks
John Clute's introduction and Andrew Smith's illustrations. It replaces the former with an informative and
thoughtful introduction by Michael Swanwick, and Smith's bland interiors are no match for John Picacio's beautiful
cover on the Tachyon edition.
While certainly any Tiptree devotee might quibble with the selection of stories (I've long wished "The Psychologist
Who Wouldn't Do Awful Things to Rats" was included, and not just because I love the title), this is undoubtedly the
best introduction to Tiptree's work that exists, and has long deserved an affordable paperback reprint, as Tachyon
has given it. In his original introduction (which is a bit more like a review, complete with quibbles), John Clute
called the book "one of the two or three most significant collections of short science fiction ever published." The
passage of time has not rendered this judgment any less accurate.
Her Smoke Rose Up Forever fully demonstrates what a fine and varied writer Tiptree was, a writer whose stories
truly deserve the too-frequently-applied label of "uncompromising vision." Alice Sheldon once said, "I've always been
bugged by writers who neglect to think things through, to work up the whole scene, with those vital 'trivial' factors
which actually cost so much effort and can make or break grand themes." Neglecting to think things through is not a
charge that could be made against her -- the majority of her stories take their conclusions as far as possible, which
more often than not means death, and sometimes the utter destruction of more than just the protagonist.
Again and again, Tiptree suggests that heterosexual relationships are a dangerous trap, one that brings out the most
destructive (and self-destructive) tendencies in people, particularly men. In "The Screwfly Solution," a scientist
says, "A potential difficulty for our species has always been implicit in the close linkage between the behavioral
expression of aggression/predation and sexual reproduction in the male." This "potential difficulty" goes beyond
potentiality and into pure aggression in one story after another -- think of the misogyny of some of the characters
in "Houston, Houston, Do You Read?" or the viciousness of Captain Meich toward Carol Page in "With Delicate Mad
Hands" or the way brutal sex with male humans deforms the Joilani characters in "We Who Stole The Dream." Even
when it is not violent, sex is inextricably linked to death, as in the story whose title could be appropriate for most
of Tiptree's work, "Love Is the Plan the Plan Is Death."
The misogyny of male characters in Tiptree's work is ferocious and horrible, but it is seldom simply a bad personality
trait. Rather, Tiptree's men are biologically fated to love women in ways that hurt them, and to love them for the
wrong reasons, and to hate them because they love them.
Though the characters often seem caught in the savagery of biological determinism, they are not generally just pawns
of fate. The nobility of humanity, Tiptree seems to be saying, is in its fight against the more brutal aspects of
its inner nature. In "The Screwfly Solution," Alan fights against the bloodlust and tries desperately to save his
wife and daughter from himself. The women who have founded what may be a kind of utopia in "Houston, Houston, Do
You Read" are, nonetheless, shown to be shortsighted in declaring themselves to be the entire human race, because
their definition does not have room for a good, admittedly flawed man like Lorimer -- just as Lorimer appreciated
too late the "women to whom men were not simply -- irrelevant", women such as his wife Ginny, who he took for
granted and, in some ways, did not see.
Utopia is approached in what may be Tiptree's most perfect story, "Your Faces, O My Sisters! Your Faces Filled with
Light!" Here, utopia is pure generosity, and pure generosity is the province of the insane. This story's subtle
weaving of reality and delusion, its commentary on living in the real world while a world of fantasy gives more
sustenance and explanation, makes it an older, less whimsical cousin to Kelly Link's Tiptree-winning "Travels with
the Snow Queen," a story that is equally assured and beautiful in its use of language as is Tiptree's own. As Link
rivals Tiptree, "Your Faces..." rivals some of Virginia Woolf's writing in its use of interior monologue, the poetry
of misplaced thoughts.
The title story of the collection is nearly as perfect as "Your Faces, O My Sisters! Your Faces Filled with Light!" It
was written originally for Final Stage, an anthology edited by Edward L. Ferman and Barry N. Malzberg where
authors were given a topic that seemed appropriate to them and asked to write a story bringing that topic as far as
it could possibly go. Tiptree, naturally, got the topic of Doomsday. "Her Smoke Rose Up Forever" is not just a
doomsday story in the sense of ending the world -- it does that, in its own way, but it ends other worlds, too,
worlds of love and worlds of science, worlds of time and desire and memory. And yet it isn't nihilistic -- it is,
actually, deeply humane, because while it is, yes, a story of doomsday, it is also a story of immortality, of time
forever looping back on itself. It is a story about not just a sense of wonder, but the energy of wonder, the power
of wonder to reshape the universe with engines of joy.
In terms of subject matter, Tiptree might have been the bleakest, most morbid American writer to gain popularity
with science fiction. But in terms of tone, style, and attitude, Tiptree was a deeply humane writer, one who
believed uncynically in the noble possibilities of human inventiveness, of striving against inevitable entropy. Her
work is sad and fatalistic, but it is also transcendent and visionary. Like love and death or men and women,
Tiptree's tragedies cannot be separated from her humanity; without each other they are meaningless.
Matthew Cheney teaches at the New Hampton School and has published in English Journal, Failbetter.com, Ideomancer, and Locus, among other places. He writes regularly about science fiction on his weblog, The Mumpsimus. |
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