From laser guns and weird bug-eyed aliens to the burgeoning night sky and the empty, terrifying universe.
Lyra is a thousand million types of wonderful. She’s wilful. She’s fierce. She’s a firebrand. She’s on fire. She is luminescent and wild.
When Tiptree wrote, she wasn’t extrapolating. She was responding. She always was. Her fiction is as harsh as the truth.
This is for you, Mister Asimov. This is my unwritten letter. With the warmest of affection and the greatest of admiration.
I’m a fan of both China Miéville and James Tiptree, Jr. (aka Alice Sheldon). You couldn’t get much further from hope than the stories of dear Alice. But I am also a fan of hope.
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