Status Updates From James Tiptree, Jr.: The Dou...

Este libro despierta tanta tristeza y melancolía en mí...

Cómo se cabrean los académicos cuándo una mujer piensa por sí misma y no les hacen la ola

✨" Cuándo estaba deprimida, se decía que seguir construyendo y contribuyendo era razón suficiente para vivir, sin tener en cuenta su propia dicha, su placer, o su capacidad para ser feliz. Incluso si estaba atrapada en su propia vida podía trabajar"✨

No puedo dejar de decirle: " Déjale" y un "oh, Alice, no, no vuelvas"

Qué mujer más brillante

Ay, Alice, leer tu vida me hace sentir terriblemente triste...

Julie Phillips, noooo

"'With Delicate Mad Hands' is often heavy-handed. The men are too rotten, the heroine too abused, and the action sequences much too long for the story’s delicate payoff. There are too many technical details of retrothrusters, course computers, and oxygen levels. Where Alli had used the apparatus of science fiction to say something new, now she was hiding behind it."

Amazing how a reader's essay about Tiptree's stories gave her more insight about her core wounds than her (very limited 70s) therapist.

Ursula was afraid of Joanna Russ's anger (in The Female Man), in 1975, but I am happy that she embraced rage in Tehanu, two decades later.

"Yet the world of 'Houston' (Houston, We Have a Problem) is almost oppressively cozy" - Is it though? Is it oppressively cozy? I disagree with that interpretation also.

Fucking juicy: Tiptree had intense letters and relationships at a distance with both Le Guin and Joanna Russ and when Russ's rage would put him off, he would go gossip about her to Le Guin. Not cool, Tiptree!

(using the pronouns for Tiptree that the book uses, aka 'he' when we're talking Tiptree, 'she' when we're talking Alice / Alli.)