Karen Joy Fowler, Pat Murphy, Debbie Notkin and Jeffrey D. Smith, eds.

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About James Tiptree, Jr./Alice Sheldon:
As James Tiptree, Jr., Alice Sheldon wrote many of the best science fiction stories to appear in the 1970s and 1980s, winning all the major awards the field had to offer. The poetry in this volume dates from an earlier period, written in the late 1940s and early 1950s (around the same time as her first article, "The Lucky Ones," appeared in the New Yorker). Emotional and full of vigor, Neat Sheets: The Poetry of James Tiptree, Jr., is a must for Tiptree lovers, shedding new light on one of science fiction's most enigmatic personalities and one of its greatest writers.

The one thing in the world I wanted was something I'd done solo, all by myself, unhelped...on my own. I didn't believe I could, I was almost too frightened to try. So can you see why I wanted those stories to flutter over the transom and into the slushpile all on their own, without a nod or a smile from any living soul? Without even a person behind them - in those days I still had a bit of physical charm left, and I'd learned the hundred ways in which the destiny of a pretty woman differs from a plain one - sad but true. (And that applies to men too, god help them).
-Alice Sheldon (James Tiptree, Jr.) from an interview in Locus

In 2007, the biography James Tiptree, Jr.: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon" by Julie Phillips won the National Book Critics Circle Award, and was rave-reviewed by the New York Times Book Review, Salon, Entertainment Weekly, and more. The biography also won a special recognition 2006 Tiptree Award.
The James Tiptree Award Anthology 2
by Karen Joy Fowler, Pat Murphy, Debbie Notkin and Jeffrey D. Smith, eds.

Also available:
The James Tiptree Award Anthology 1
The James Tiptree Award Anthology 3
Her Smoke Rose Up Forever by James Tiptree, Jr.


Cover and interior design by John D. Berry

Contributors: Raphael Carter / L. Timmel Duchamp / Carol Emshwiller / Eileen Gunn / Joe Haldeman / Nalo Hopkinson / Gwyneth Jones / Jaye Lawrence / Ursula K. Le Guin / Jonathan Lethem / Debbie Notkin / Julie Phillips / Johanna Sinsalo / Leslie What


An excellent volume of superior prose that is both intellectually and morally challenging.
—Booklist

Stories for women, for men, and for the rest of us

Female, male, gay, bi, straight, trans, human, alien, troll, or simply other.... The Tiptree Award honors fiction that explores and expands our notion of gender. This anthology includes the most recent Tiptree winners and short-listed stories, plus thought-provoking tales from previous years, and essays that continue the conversation. As one of the Tiptree judges said, "I'm damned if I know what gender is, but I do know when a story is about it."

This year’s winners, according to juror Cecilia Tan, "stand completely opposed in so many ways—you could almost say they define the opposite edges of what is conceivable for the Tiptree. Haldeman, the well-known, Hemingwayesque, male, very American, hard sf writer at one end, and Sinisalo, the European, not-well-known (in the US and within our genre, I mean), female contemporary fantasy writer at the other."

Camouflage by Joe Haldeman considers what would happen if a shape-shifting alien predator became, essentially, human. This ageless, sexless entity can take any form. Initially indifferent to gender, the creature faces a gender choice as it grows more human. Haldeman has previously won five Hugo Awards, four Nebula Awards, and the World Fantasy Award.

Johanna Sinisalo's winning novel was published in the United States as Troll: A Love Story (Grove Press 2004), in the United Kingdom as Not Before Sundown (Peter Owen 2003), and in Finland as Ennen päiävanlaskua ei voi (Tammi 2000). "A deft novel of how human society is ruled by complex territorial relationships," Cecilia Tan writes of this novel. Sinisalo has previously won the prestigious Finlandia prize, and is known in her home country for her writing for television and comic strips, as well as for her science fiction and fantasy.

James Tiptree was the pseudonym of the late Alice Sheldon, who during a 20-year career of writing gender-bending sf concealed her true identity. The award bearing her name appropriately honors works of fiction that "explore and expand gender." Unlike other major sf awards, conferred by fans and writers' associations, the Tiptrees are bestowed by a small jury of peers, and the actual prize is something edible, "usually chocolate." The second annual collection of winners includes stories, novel excerpts, and essays as well as a sampler of Tiptree's correspondence. The outstanding novel excerpt comes from Joe Haldeman's Camouflage (2004), about an immortal, shape-shifting alien who alternates between male and female identities, human and animal. Other very noteworthy pieces include Ursula K. Le Guin’s examination of a family unit of two men and two women, and Gwyneth Jones' essay on why sex and gender create so much confusion. An excellent volume of superior prose that is both intellectually and morally challenging.
—Booklist

...the contributions demonstrate a rare gift for interpreting an issue in new and surprising ways. Recommended for most libraries.
-Library Journal

Imagination blends with science and politics in the second collection offered by SF's most daring award.
-SF Site

Always interesting, habitually provocative, and occasionally stunning
-Intergalactic Medicine Show.

Here’s what the critics had to say about The James Tiptree Award Anthology 1:

immense, surprising and utterly delightful.
-SciFi.com

A superior array of creative and thoughtful writing for both genders.
-Booklist

Excerpt from "Five Fucks" by Jonathan Lethem

"I feel different from other people. Really different. Yet whenever I have a conversation with a new person it turns into a discussion of things we have in common. Work, places, feelings. Whatever. It’s the way people talk, I know, I share the blame, I do it too. But I want to stop and shout no, it’s not like that, it’s not the same for me. I feel different."

"I understand what you mean."

"That’s not the right response."

"I mean what the fuck are you talking about."

"Right." Laughter.

She lit a cigarette while E. went on.

"The notion is like a linguistic virus. It makes any conversation go all pallid and reassuring. 'Oh, I know, it's like that for me too.' But the virus isn’t content just to eat conversations, it wants to destroy lives. It wants you to fall in love."

"There are worse things."

"Not for me."

"Famine, war, floods."

"Those never happened to me. Love did. Love is the worst thing that ever happened to me."

"That’s fatuous."

What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you?"

She was silent for a full minute.

"But there, that's the first fatuous thing I’ve said. Asking you to consider my situation by consulting your experience. You see? The virus is loose again. I don't want you to agree that our lives are the same. They aren't. I just want you to listen to what I say seriously, to believe me."

"I believe you."

"Don’t say it in that tone of voice. All breathy."

"Fuck you." She laughed again.

"Do you want another drink?"

"In a minute." She slurped at what was left in her glass, then said, "You know what's funny?"

"What?"

"Other people do feel the way you do, that they're apart from everyone else. It's the same as the way every time you fall in love it feels like something new, even though you do the exact same things over again. Feeling unique is what we all have in common, it's the thing that’s always the same.”
“No, I'm different. And falling in love is different for me each time, different things happen. Bad things."

***

Excerpt from "Nirvana High" by Eileen Gunn and Leslie What

Sunday morning. Barbara awoke from a Technicolor dream in which she was holding hands with the sexiest person in the universe (though the person’s head was blank and fuzzy, and she was afraid it might be a girl instead of a boy), and dove straight into a vision predicting her chemistry teacher’s death. Barbara watched the accident unfold as it would happen that night: Mrs. Rathbone, dressed in her scarlet microfiber inflatable-bra-and-bustle outfit with spangles and silver fringe, was going to teleport from the Microsoft Park marina to Microsoft Stadium on the other side of the lake. It would be a fundraiser for the basketball team at Cobain High, which meant that nobody Barbara knew would attend. Special-ed students didn’t do team sports. The textile-arts class had added the fringe and spangles on Friday to get extra credit. Everyone was nervous, especially Mrs. R. She had never tried to teleport so far in public before.

Barbara never knew the why of things that she foresaw, so she wasn’t sure if it was the distance or maybe some kind of interference from the spangles and fringe that would cause Mrs. Rathbone to rematerialize surrounded by a hundred cubic meters of frigid lake water, flooding the stadium.

Eventually her alarm clock went off, its tiny voice soft and insinuating: "B.J., this is the beginning of a wonderful new day! It's truly lovely weather outside, and today's Sunday, a great day to develop the extrovert in your personality!" It sounded like her mother, and its voice got louder and more insistently cheery if she ignored it. "Barbara! If you get up right now, you can —" She whacked it with the heel of her hand and it shut up.

Barbara washed her face and carefully shaved designs in her scalp with a tiny electric razor. She hoped it looked okay: she couldn’t really see what she was doing in the back. She put more glue on the dreads, just in case. Then she got dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Well, good morning, B.J.," said her mother. "You’re up early for Sunday. That new alarm clock must be working, hey?" Her mother looked at her hair, started to say something, then reconsidered. Instead, she grabbed Barbara’s wrists, turned them over, and inspected them in the sunlight. "You can hardly see the scars now." She nodded in satisfaction. "I’m so glad we went ahead with the plastic surgery. Your father was wrong — it’s certainly worth the extra money."

"Waste of dough, Mom,” said Barbara. "Scars rule."

***

The 2004 Tiptree Award short list is:
[* = excerpted in Tiptree Anthology 2]

•A.S. Byatt, Little Black Book of Stories (Chatto and Windus 2003; Knopf 2004)
•L. Timmel Duchamp, Love’s Body, Dancing in Time (Aqueduct Press 2004)*
•Carol Emshwiller, “All of Us Can Almost...” (SciFiction 11/17/04)*
•Nancy Farmer, Sea of Trolls (Atheneum 2004)
•Eileen Gunn, Stable Strategies and Others (Tachyon Publications 2004)*
•Gwyneth Jones, Life (Aqueduct Press 2004)
•Jaye Lawrence, “Kissing Frogs” (Fantasy & Science Fiction, May 2004)*
 

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