Outstanding collection of six short stores written in the 1970s, where both 'hard' and 'soft' science fiction elements take equal precedence.
The title story won a Hugo award. T'uupieh is an assassin from a bewinged alien species of the moon Titan who speak in a language of musical chords. A research team on earth have established contact with her via a sophisticated probe that she considers to be a powerful demon. When she accepts a commission to murder her own sister, human and alien morality come into conflict.
It's an excellent story.
'To Bell the Cat' is even better. A notorious war criminal, now a decriminalized assistant and catspaw to an amoral scientist on a distant planet, is given an unlikely opportunity for a measure of atonement when he encounters an alien species.
A 'View from a Height' answers the question about just whom would make an ideal astronaut for a one-way, deep space exploration. Emmylou Stewart's biggest problem on her mission is combating boredom until, that is, she receives some shattering news from earth.
In 'Media Man' huge corporations dominate a distant earth colony which has just decimated itself in a civil war. A reporter gains the opportunity to join one of the biggest corporations when asked to cover a rescue mission, but when foul play occurs he faces a choice between his ambitions and justice.
As good as the preceding stories are, the final two are a further cut above.
'The Crystal Ship', inspired by The Doors song of the same name, is another meeting between human and alien cultures, only this time a fully developed one with a significant back history. A colony of humans have become all but extinct, those that remain are addicted to a native narcotic and orbit suspended above the planet in the Crystal Ship, 'the dream world where all griefs were forgotten'. Then a woman named Tarawassie breaks out of her lassitude, forming a symbiotic relationship with one of the 'Real People' from whom she learns many secrets.
Last up is another belter called 'Tin Soldier', where a female space traveller and a cyborg barmen share a relationship between her flights, their meetings separated by three years by her experience and twenty-five by his. It's a uniquely touching love story.
There is so much to commend about Vinge's writing on this evidence that I hardly know where to start. She has excellent ideas, can synthesize three or four in the same story without becoming a muddle, creates deep and convincing alien worlds without the need for clunky passages of exposition, and is as adept with characterization as she is with ideas.
It's also a joy to read science fiction stories featuring strong and believable female characters for a change. It never ceases to amaze me just how pathetic most male sci-fi writers are at understanding women.
Highly recommended if you can hunt out a copy.