The best novel of the year, in my opinion, was Karen Joy Fowler’s Sarah Canary. It’s genre is ambiguous—I read it with Clute, as SF, but one could read it as historical fiction. Themes include gender, race, class, and the American West. It’s exceptional work. I’d have given it all the awards (Tiptree included, much as I like Eleanor Arnason) (though possibly KJF, a founder of the Tiptree Awards, if memory serves, disqualified herself)
