I won’t call her “James Tiptree, Jr.,” a name that tolls off the tongue like mud. Her name was Alice Sheldon. Alice Bradley Sheldon. She’s no longer hiding in a genre ruled by masculinity, so we could and should forego the dated sexism, and celebrate her work and her ideas and her mind as they were.
I rarely fall for short stories, so I approached this collection with trepidation, digging through lists of classic sci-fi authors associated with the cyberpunk movement. Her Smoke Rose Up Forever wasn’t just a pleasant surprise, but a constant state of shock and awe. With a fraction of the word count, Sheldon consistently put her peers to shame, creating believable characters of every gender and background, characters that oozed complexities, insecurities, prejudices, and all the signs of wonderful fiction.
Her Smoke Rose Up Forever, a posthumous (1990) anthology collecting the “best” of Sheldon’s work from 1968 to her suicide in 1987, is the only collection of Sheldon’s short stories still in print. While I can believe this represents many of her best stories, her later work, no less lauded, is conspicuously absent…:
- Ten Thousand Light-Years from Home (1973): 2 of 15 stories included…
- Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975): 6 of 12 stories…
- Star Songs of an Old Primate (1978): 5 of 7 stories…
- Out of the Everywhere and Other Extraordinary Visions(1981): 5 of 10 stories…
- Byte Beautiful (1985): 0 of 1 stories…*
- Tales of the Quintana Roo (1986): 0 of 3 stories…
- The Starry Rift (1986): 0 of 5 stories…
- Crown of Stars (1988): 0 of 10 stories…
- Meet Me at Infinity (2000): 0 of 8 stories…*
The unusual mixture of delight and depression this collection instilled in me only makes me hunger for all the stories not represented here. Every single story collected in this best-of is worth remembering on their own merits.
"The Last Flight of Dr. Ain" (1969) originally collected in Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975) ★★★★★
A knock-outof an introduction to Sheldon’s style, “the Last Flight of Dr. Ain” was also her first major success as a writer, being nominated for the 1969 Nebula Award. It’s told, somewhat loosely, from the perspective of investigators of the titular professor, with points in time and space shifting as more information comes to light.
Dr. Ain is a biological, a cynical academic frustrated by the narrow, selfish goals of not just his fellow academics, but all of humanity. Foreseeing humans as the cause of a worldwide ecological collapse (e.g., the sixth extinction we’re currently instigating), Dr. Ain manufactures a virus easily transmittable between any warm-blooded mammal, but a virus that only effectively kills human hosts. His virus affects nothing else, only the humanity he sees as the enemy of nature.
Dr. Ain’s last flight is told in fragments, coldly observed from the data put together by those doomed investigators. As they uncover Dr. Ain’s methods and movements to transmit the disease, so does the reader, in a style that has to be read to be believed.
"The Screwfly Solution" (1977) originally collected in Out of the Everywhere and Other Extraordinary Visions (1981) ★★★★★
Among the most enthralling, uncomfortable yet beautiful stories I’ve ever read, “the Screwfly Solution” is an epistolary tale of a pandemic sweeping the world, causing men (and only men) to become emotionally unstable and violent. We learn through letters and articles how the virus is causing uncontrollable violence of men almost exclusively against women. The world is in an uproar trying to understand this uncontrollable behavior, and much of the story is dedicated to faux-journal articles that capture the style of science writing perfectly, never misusing jargon or overdoing it.
The virus, it seems, doesn’t just make men blindly violent and murderous to women — they don’t turn into shambling zombies spuming at the mouth to kill — but causes them to rationalize their violence, taking the act of victim-blaming to its ultimate conclusion. “She was asking for it,” the men unanimously decry, slitting the throats of their loved ones for no reason whatsoever.
It’s a brilliant take-down of free will and human instinct that holds up surprisingly well to our current neuroscience. The unfolding of the means of transport for the virus, and what causes the murderous inclinations is worth discovering. This was also one of two stories in the collection originally published under the name “Racoona Sheldon” rather than Tiptree.
A cute side note, I also love this story for featuring an accurate depiction of entomological fieldwork. The references to budworm research at the time (1977) accurately reflect the real scientific discussions in budworm science in the mid-to-late ’70s — discussions I used for my own graduate school research.
"And I Awoke and Found Me Here on the Cold Hill's Side" (1972) originally collected in Ten Thousand Light-Years from Home (1973) ★★★★☆
First contact has come and gone, and humans are joining alien civilizations among the stars. The relationship between aliens and humanity is, however, unexpected — they aren’t saviors, they aren’t villains: they just don’t care. They’ve been through the motions before, and humanity is just another species to them.
We, on the other hand, are obsessed with alien life. Beyond celebrity worship, we’re eager to join in any way we can, offering our services, doing jobs no one else will do. Alien species, for their part, don’t care. They don’t warn us we’re on an unhealthy path. They don’t even really take advantage of our eagerness to please them and fit in. Rather, they just. Don’t. Care.
“And I Awoke and Found Me Here on the Cold Hill’s Side” is the story of a journalist, eager to get their first glimpse of aliens. Instead, what they get is a depressed man who wasted his life away following the aliens, sexually obsessed with the aliens, who spent years watching others do the same and has come to a cynical revelation that these people aren’t friends — that it’s the more powerful civilization raping and destroying us, rather t han vice versa.
An addictive, sad story that reigns in a few ideas and nails them, “And I Awoke…” is also notable for being the earliest story Tiptree wrote in the Rift universe, where she set many of her later ’80s stories.
"The Girl Who Was Plugged In" (1973) originally collected in Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975) ★★★★★
One of the earliest cyberpunk stories published in 1973, and the reason I ever looked into James Tiptree, Jr., “the Girl Who Was Plugged In” is a brilliant look at consumerism-gone-wrong; of the need to worship not gods, but celebrities, taken to its most extreme conclusion.
Advertising is illegal in this future, and celebrities are manufactured to buck this law, inspiring worship to sell the products they’re paid to use. Their celebrity status scripted with 24/7 reality TV shows. Many of the celebrities, including our plugged-in girl, are so deeply manufactured that their physical bodies are store-bought, controlled from across the world by a volunteer. The cost for these celebrities is loss of sensory input, and giving complete control of their bodies to the company: They plug into these cybernetic bodies, leaving their real bodies to turn to jelly under corporate’s uncaring supervision.
One such celebrity, her real life a history of drugs, physical disabilities and suicide attempts, falls in love on-air, and attempts to escape her shell of an existence using that love.
It’s remarkably fitting with the cyberpunk genre, along with other early tales like the Stars My Destination, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, and Dr. Adder. It also deserves a far wider readership than it has.
"The Man Who Walked Home" (1972) originally collected in Ten Thousand Light-Years fro Home (1973) and Byte Beautiful(1985) ★★★★★
A catastrophe has wiped out our civilization, but over centuries humanity slowly bounces back and even thrives. “The Man Who Walked Home” is a puzzle of a time travel story, made up of fragments of history all centered around the location of the unknown catastrophe. While time marches forward, legends, religions and cities all grow around these brief moments in which a man, barely visible, appears from nothing, falling in the air for mere seconds before vanishing again.
The man is a time traveler, and his brief appearances are his travels back to his time — to the moment of the catastrophe. It’s a bombshell of creativity that was more recently used by Dr. Who (although not quite as well!). Interestingly, the earliest and fuzziest appearances of the man — the appearances closest to the time of the catastrophe — paint him as more of a monster, a dragon, rather than a man. It’s unclear if there is some physical distortion of the traveler as the catastrophe slowly initiates, piece by piece, or if it’s simply the imaginations of tale-tellers.
"And I Have Come Upon This Place by Lost Ways" (1972) originally collected in Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975) ★★★★☆
An early-career scientist struggles to make his mark among an intimidating group of peers, all of whom look down on him for his interest in anthropological fieldwork and fairy tales. On an alien world, over a primitive alien civilization, he and his peers quietly collect remotely-sensed data, observing the village and the surrounding mountains. Legend tells of a hidden, technologically-advanced culture somewhere on the highest peak above the nearby village, and it’s this that interests only our budding scientist hero.
Effectively throwing his career away to pursue that unscientific belief, he casts off his technological heritage and attempts to climb the mountain on his own, with each step forward being driven by an empty feeling of abandoning his heritage and years of study.
His journey is a sad one — of course, this is Tiptree. His people abandon him, the village below attempts to kill him, and the only thing guiding him is his desperate need to climb the mountain and validate his beliefs.
While I enjoyed this story as much as any other in the collection, I would say it just isn’t particularly memorable, especially compared to those stories sharing themes.
"The Women Men Don't See" (1973) originally collected in Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975) ★★★★☆
A brutal takedown of sexism, “the Women Men Don’t See” is one of many stories that made it clear James Tiptree, Jr. was either a woman or a feminist too far ahead of his time. (The ‘masculinity’ writers like Harlan Ellison saw and celebrated in Sheldon’s work is bafffling to me.) It’s also a far cry from Sheldon’s typical sci-fi, with the genre only bleeding in over the last pages.
The story is narrated by a man on holiday, hoping to idle his time away catching fish and being, generally, quite manly in the Yucatan Peninsula. He, along with his bush pilot and two American women, crashland along an obscure sandbar. Stranded for days, the narrator comes to quickly distrust the two women, coming up with increasingly wild hypotheses and conspiracies about who they are, what they do, why they are the way they are (i.e., not feminine).
This is a story of men misunderstanding women, but using a place of power write the histories of women. That these Parsons women aren’t driven into hysteria by their plight, but actually seem quite capable of taking care of themselves and the males of the story, drives the American man into his own fits of hysteria, desperately clinging to the idea that he’s objectively analyzing suspcious, untrustworthy women.
I loved this story, though the twist into science fiction seems to come out of nowhere in the last few pages, and it never quite sat well with me.
"Your Faces, O My Sisters! Your Faces Filled of Light! (1976) originally collected in Out of the Everywhere and Other Extraordinary Visions (1981) and Byte Beautiful (1985) ★★★★☆
Difficult to read both for its style and messages, “Your Faces, O My Sisters! Your Faces Filled of Light” is another feminist tragedy published not under the Tiptree name, but Raccoona Sheldon. Alternating viewpoints and occasionally dipping into stream-of-consciousness, this is the story of a courier walking along the roads of a post-apocalyptic future. This courier is also just a woman with mental instabilities who’s escaped from the hospital where she was being treated. Or abused, depending on your view of her therapies or how her doctors viewed her.
In her mind, she’s traveling a world of women, where all she meets are her family There are no men in the world, no concept of harm, even — only the love between Sisters of like mind, of other Travelers. The narrative repeatedly shifts between her point of view as she travels on the road and encounters more friendly Sisters, and the increasingly-ominous view of those looking for her. The reality of her Sisters is startling in contrast to how she has been seeing the world: Her sisters are men and women, always miserable, untrustworthy. To them, this courier and her journey are just some crazy drug addict’s trip — just a foolish path taken by a foolish girl deserving of whatever harm she draws to herself by being so trusting.
How do you think it ends? With her Sisters caring for a fellow courier? Yeah, right.
"Houston, Houston, Do You Read?" (1976) originally collected in Star Songs of an Old Primate (1978) ★★★★★
“Houston, Houston, Do You Read?” won both the Nebula and Hugo Awads in ’76 and ’77. Deservedly-so: This is possibly Sheldon’s most brilliant take on the future of humanity, and on the ills of masculinity in particular. My favorite from the collection — indeed, one of the most clever (and transgressive) short stories I’ve ever read — this is a dark look at masculinity and leadership.
Three astronauts are rounding the sun on a circumsolar mission, and halfway through it they inexplicably find themselves cut off from communications with Houston. Instead, they’re finding a ship just around the corner from them populated by what sounds like nothing but Australian women. The American astronauts know of no international or Australian missions, much less any that would be led exclusively by women, so the sudden change to their realities is nearly impossible to grasp.
This story is worth discovering on your own, so the next two paragraphs deserve a spoiler warning.
The teams eventually agree to meet, to come aboard the mystery ship, where we learn our three astronauts have somehow appeared 300 years into the future. In those 300 years, a virus has devastated all of Earth, wiping out men through sterility. Only a small colony of cloned women keep humanity going, although without much visible progress since the astronaut’s time.
These three highly-trained, highly-educated men — these three objective scientists — break down at these prospects. They can”t comprehend, and even refuse to acknowledge, that a women-only world could mean anything. Humanity is progress: Competition: Social order dictated by men and innovation. That humanity is currently living in a utopia means nothing when there aren’t men — or God, or Jesus — to educate and research and compete and fight.
“Houston, Houston, Do You Read?” was devastating, brutal, and utterly brilliant. One of the finest works of short fiction in the 20th century. Read it.
"With Delicate Mad Hands" (1981) originally collected in Out of the Everywhere and Other Extraordinary Visions (1981) and Byte Beautiful (1985) ★★★★☆
Cold Pig and her story are unforgettable. I can’t say “With Delicate Mad Hands” was a favorite of mine, but it’s nearly impossible to get it out of my head. What a vicious story.
CP was born with nearly impossible dreams: Orphaned — her mom died in childbirth and her dad, a politician, wanted nothing to do with it — and with a physical disability that earned her the nickname “Cold Pig,” CP’s goal is to travel the stars on long-term flights. She lives a quiet, depressing life, defined primarily by abuse and loneliness, with only the voice of her dreams to keep her company.
Dedicating her life to traveling among the stars, she finally earns a career in long-term space travel chiefly because of her appearance — her superiors think her pig-like nose will mean she’ll be subservient to her male peers, and won’t incite fights between men vying for her attention. Instead, she’ll simply serve as a sexual and physical slave to the crews she works with.
The voice in her head that pushed her towards this dream never leaves her, however, and eventually she works for a captain that pushes her too far: He rapes, beats, and otherwise abuses her in every imaginable way until she snaps, killing the crew and setting off on a suicide mission into the unknown, with only the voice to keep her company and guide her path.
Somewhat miraculously, there is more to the voice than meets the eye, and Cold Pig’s story winds down with a lot of tragedy and love.
It’s as wonderful as any other Sheldon masterpiece on the surface, but I personally had issues with the pacing. “With Delicate Mad Hands” is too long, with scenes and ideas repeating themselves far too often before any gears can shift.
"A Momentary Taste of Being" (1975) originally collected in Star Songs of an Old Primate (1978) ★★★★★
Like many of Sheldon’s stories, ‘a Momentary Taste of Being’ is about the downfall of humanity. Also like much of her work, it comes with an uncomfortable twist.
Among the longest stories Sheldon wrote, this is a 90-page space odyssey among the last surviving remnants of humanity as they drift through space. Their decades-long mission is to find a suitable replacement for Earth, which lies decaying far behind them, with colony ships awaiting the hopeful discovery of a new home.
In this story, we’ve found a suitable planet at last — the final option for a crew anxious to settle down and stop searching, to call their families to join them in a new, wondrous paradise — but questions arise of safety, and of the other species that inhabit the planet already. Only one member of the surface crew returned, the others, she claims, opting to stay and start their lives on this perfect new world. To the rest of the crew, their reactions are an uncomfortable mixture of skepticism and desperation to believe: She — Lory — has no reason to lie to them, and her enthusiasm is genuine, but the idea that the rest of the crew remained behind without supplies just defeats all logic, particularly when Lory appears to have edited their footage from the surface.
It doesn’t help that Lory’s brought back some native plantlife for no reason at all, and seems anxious for the rest of the explorers to study it, or at least get a momentary glimpse of it.
“A Momentary Taste of Being” is such a fascinating, brilliant and original story. Every page oozes with the desperation of the crew, of the crumbling logic and objectivity that the survival of their crew — and the entire human race — rely on.
"We Who Stole the Dream" (1978) originally collected in Out of the Everywhere and Other Extraordinary Visions (1981) ★★★☆☆
Another early Rift story, “We Who Stole the Dream” is another fantastical sci-fi adventure, of humans and aliens at war. The “We” of the title refers to the Joliani, a humanoid alien species enslaved by mankind as physical and sexual servants. The species collectively dream of escaping under the thumb of humanity’s (i.e., masculinity’s) gross self-obsession and need to fuck everything in sight — you know, for progress.
The Joliani, weak and abused (with some parallels to Native American subjugation), plot to fight back against their rapists, stealing a ship called the Dream. Using the coordinates for their homeworld — now entering into mythology due to its distance and time away — they travel back over generations to find the original Joliani are not old strong-willed, powerful, and brilliant, but just as blood-thirsty and hungry to fuck as humanity is and was.
“…Dream” is touching, enthralling — depressing as ever — but it does remind me that I prefer Sheldon’s harder sci-fi.
"Her Smoke Rose Up Forever" (1974) originally collected in Star Songs of an Old Primate (1978) ★★★☆☆
A record of insecurities Sheldon had about her own accomplishments against her heritage. Also a time travel story, where physical, sexual abuse is the cause of the time travel abilities. This was a challenging, stream-of-consciousness story, not one I took much from, and a difficult one to gauge without Michael Swanwick’s 2004 introduction and access to the Internet explaining what I just read. I’m conflicted; this is one to revisit.
"Love is the Plan the Plan is Death" (1973) originally collected in Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975) and Byte Beautiful (1985) ★★★★☆
Fate and free will are again Sheldon’s toys in “Love is the Plan the Plan is Death.” An unusual story of the fantastic (and a difficult one to describe), “Love…” deviates from Sheldon’s typical style by focusing on alien species and alien perspectives as they just start to evolve self-awareness and language. There’s no humanity in this tale, not even on the edges.
“The Plan” of the title is the mating rituals of the alien species, with Love being the goal of free will, and Death the ultimatum handed by fate. The species in this tale are social critters, who want to meet and love others, to grow families, but their reactions to seeing their own species are themselves uncontrollable, based on the maturity of the individual. As the aliens age, their fur changes from color, with red or black fur initiating uncontrollable feelings of love or a need to devour. The narrating alien of this story is conscious of these urges, and attempts to desperately overcome her own vile, nonsensical instincts as she raises a child.
Considering this story is in this collect by this particular author, you probably know it can’t end well.
"On the Last Afternoon" (1972) originally collected in Warm Worlds and Otherwise (1975) ★★★★☆
Thirty years after crashlanding on an alien shore, human survivors have built a successful — barely — colony along the shore. Their farms and homes are rooted in an unusual area, an area that had been cleared before, around the time of their crashlanding. The reason for this clearing, for this area being so suitable for humans, is largely unknown, although the colony’s leader has his ideas which prove true.
This is an unusual story of miscommunication between people. The leader refers to the noion, a creature or artifact found buried underground that telepathically speaks to him and only him. It’s likely he’s only speaking to himself, but, given a certain degree of willpower and prayer, the noion does seem to respond and occasionally help their colony survive harsh conditions.
A monstrous, lobsterlike species uses the colony’s homelands for a mating ground roughly every 30 years — hence the clearing earlier. This story is about their return, about the colonists struggles to accept it and each other, about the leader’s communication with the noion to try to save both the monsters and the colonists.
This is a Tiptree tale. Nothing quite works out well for anyone.
Interesting, but not a favorite. The lobstrosities’ mating habits are described in detail, and are utterly disturbing given their bulk. Like praying mantises wearing fat suits, both sexes suicidal and bloodthirsty.
"She Waits for All Men Born" (1976) originally collected in Star Songs of an Old Primate (1978) ★★★★☆
Post-apocalyptic villages, radiation has led to deformities among people desperately trying to control their genes and survive. The ensure survival, settlements typically kill any babies born with physiological deformities due to the extra resources required to take care of them. One blind girl lives, however, and with her blindness comes other unseen mutations. She ages slowly, holding powers beyond her peers that don’t manifest themselves until her late puberty: Powers of life and death over all living beings. Simply a look from her dead eyes can kill entire armies or cities.
She also has an insatiable desire for companionship with people who distrust her every move, simply because she’s different.
“She Waits for All Men Born” lacks the nuance of Sheldon’s most memorable stories, but it’s still a great read, and a worthwhile addition to the collection.
"Slow Music" (1980) originally collected in Out of the Everywhere and Other Extraordinary Visions (1981) ★★★★☆
A long and complicated story, but also one emanating a sad sort of peace, “Slow Music” was the last story Tiptree worked on before the unveiling of Alice B. Sheldon. We see only fragments of a post-apocalyptic world, where sex and reproduction are uncommon, chiefly arranged. The last remaining people tend to rely on pills to initiate sexual attraction, and companions form their relationships more or less without that interplay of domination.
At least, I think so. “Slow Music” really is a story of fragments, with little explained. The world of the River, of conniving, talking animals, of Jakko and Peachthief organizing a future family life and traveling towards or along the River — a world where the dead can be communed with at certain points of the River — is often an abstruse world.
A young man, Jakko, is on a spiritual journey to commune with his father’s spirit. He meets a young woman, Peachthief, who has tossed aside a communal life to live isolated with her animal friends. Their relationship blossoms over an unusual twisting of sexual norms: The man is hardly masculine, only feeling our typical ideas of masculinity when on the pills or coming close to death — another twisted aphrodisiac typical of Sheldon’s writing. Peachthief, as well, is oddly detached from her sexuality and the expectations society places on her, wanting to live alone with her animals, and, if possible, raise a child on her own in a world without children.
A calm story worthy of meditation and re-reading, I had a hard time keeping up with “Slow Music,” but its elements show the best of Sheldon.
"And So On, and So On" (1971) originally collected in Star Songs of an Old Primate (1978) ★★★☆☆
A pretty standard sci-fi short story, which is all the more surprising for Sheldon. “And So On, and So On” is a brief four pages, mostly comprised of dialogue between passengers traveling through a wormhole. Older travelers mourn the younger generations, who are seemingly never good enough. The younger travelers are fascinated by the world outside, forever looping, forever repeating, forever being spoken down to by the same older generation. It’s a clever idea that doesn’t quite come out in its brief length.
Her stories are worth reading not just as classic genre fiction, but as classic literature. It’s important that we don’t forget the name Tiptree, but we should always remember exactly what that name means for sci-fi, for LGBTQ, for feminism and equal rights, and for the world of literature as its own beast. Read this collection, then hunt obsessively for her many out-of-print collections, read James Tiptree, Jr. and Raccoona Sheldon and all the work of Alice B. Sheldon. She was a rare beacon of brilliance and compassion, an odd mixture of transgressive frustrations and scientific objectivity: Her observations on humanity, though cynical, have proven all too true.
* Also missing is the single original story from Byte Beautiful(1985), otherwise collecting previously-published tales, and any of the ‘uncollected’ stories found in Meet Me at Infinity (2000), a posthumous collection of her most obscure work and non-fiction.