![]() ![]() ![]() Tiptree's stories were dense flamboyant constructs, crammed to bursting with incident, humor, structural innovation, throwaway ideas and an intensity of feeling that could erupt into mawkishness when she did not have it under control. That Tiptree nevertheless developed an extravagant reputation as an uneven but remarkable writer was a triumph of art over artfulness. ![]() You could not liken her to Italo Calvino or Carlos Fuentes. These settings were not intended ironically, or "only" as metaphor Tiptree loved the forward momentum of narrative, and meant what she wrote. Tiptree embraced whole-heartedly the apparatus of science fiction: Her stories were of alien landings, galactic empires, time travel and strange worlds. ![]() Apologists were by then speaking of "speculative fiction" and "magic realism," but Tiptree's stories were, inescapably and almost embarrassingly, sci-fi. Self-effacing unto anonymity, she published science fiction stories for 20 years, writing exclusively for genre markets even after upscale magazines began publishing selected examples of sf around the mid-'70s. ALICE SHELDON (1915-1987), who wrote under the pseudonym James Tiptree Jr., made no claims for her art. ![]()
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