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I need to get back on track next week, but writing is being done as is reading.
I seem to be working on the gender and feminism chapter, so I'm going to have to have another go at reading Tiptree. I'm painfully aware, however, that this chapter ought to be 6,500 words longs, and there's still much more to go in. I'm hoping stuff will be decantable - obviously it won't just be this chapter that has women writers in it, but this is the obvious place to discuss gender.
LIX: Joanna Russ, We Who Are About Two... (1977)
LX: Joanna Russ, The Two of Them (1973)
LXI: Joanna Russ, The Female Man (1975)
Three rereads - of novels which push sf in very different directions. We is not a novel where I'd reach for the death instinct, or not straightforwardly, as the unnamed narrator records the collapse of a group stranded on an alien planet. Whilst elsewhere (where?) the instinct is that this is the new Eden, and start again, the narrative knows it is pointless. Does she really have to push it along? My guess is that this is where the feminism comes through: punishment and retaliation. On the other hand, she clearly realises they won't leave her alone. Two has a two person team go to rescue someone from an Islamic style planet, and temporal agent Irene also wants to rescue a young, female poet, but her male partner won't let her. About the reasons men give why women shouldn't be allowed to right - and why that is wrong. Every time I reread The Female Man, I wish it felt more dated, but I can say it does. Three aspects of a woman are brought together by a fourth, to fight in a war, whilst men's attitudes to women are skewered. The book lurches from plot to lecture, but in a sense it has to as it tries to find a radical form to say what it needed to say.
LXII: Richard Bach, John Livingston, Seagull (1970)
A gull, of unspecified species, learns how to fly really fast, is exiled and learns how to fly faster. It's a metaffa, and inexplicable a best seller in the 1970s. The only female gulls are mothers.
52 up! 62, even. Can't count.
I seem to be working on the gender and feminism chapter, so I'm going to have to have another go at reading Tiptree. I'm painfully aware, however, that this chapter ought to be 6,500 words longs, and there's still much more to go in. I'm hoping stuff will be decantable - obviously it won't just be this chapter that has women writers in it, but this is the obvious place to discuss gender.
LIX: Joanna Russ, We Who Are About Two... (1977)
LX: Joanna Russ, The Two of Them (1973)
LXI: Joanna Russ, The Female Man (1975)
Three rereads - of novels which push sf in very different directions. We is not a novel where I'd reach for the death instinct, or not straightforwardly, as the unnamed narrator records the collapse of a group stranded on an alien planet. Whilst elsewhere (where?) the instinct is that this is the new Eden, and start again, the narrative knows it is pointless. Does she really have to push it along? My guess is that this is where the feminism comes through: punishment and retaliation. On the other hand, she clearly realises they won't leave her alone. Two has a two person team go to rescue someone from an Islamic style planet, and temporal agent Irene also wants to rescue a young, female poet, but her male partner won't let her. About the reasons men give why women shouldn't be allowed to right - and why that is wrong. Every time I reread The Female Man, I wish it felt more dated, but I can say it does. Three aspects of a woman are brought together by a fourth, to fight in a war, whilst men's attitudes to women are skewered. The book lurches from plot to lecture, but in a sense it has to as it tries to find a radical form to say what it needed to say.
LXII: Richard Bach, John Livingston, Seagull (1970)
A gull, of unspecified species, learns how to fly really fast, is exiled and learns how to fly faster. It's a metaffa, and inexplicable a best seller in the 1970s. The only female gulls are mothers.
