A New Darkover Anthology
Jan. 2nd, 2015 01:43 amReading a new piece of fiction set on Darkover always feels a bit like coming home, I've dreamed this world for so long. With Deborah Ross editing, this new antholology touches on both old and new themes, but always within the scope of what feels right for Darkover.
The themes and situations explored in this anthology range from imaginings of events referred to but not written about in Bradley's books (Janni Lee Simner's All the Branching Pathd, about the off-world meeting of key series character Kennard Alton and his wife Elaine Montray), to a comic tale of courting ritual in the Dry Towns (Threads, by Elisabeth Waters and Ann Sharp).
One theme that runs through much of Bradley's work, as well as that of others who ave written in her universe, is that of women trapped by Darkover's rigid gender expectations finding a way to change, escape or at least subvert them. There are, as is not uncommon in The Darkovan anthologies, several stories in which escape from a marriage or other alliance threatened or forced upon one of the parties (usually the woman) due to political or breeding considerations is a key element. Of these, Kari Sparling's House of Fifteen Widows is particularly memorable.
Another common theme (with many variations) deals with the relationship of Terrans and Darkovans - sometimes one in which a Terran, often one with psychic abilities of theirvown, finds a place on Darkover (as in Judith Tarr's The Cold Blue Light), but more often stories based on misunderstandings (as in Barb Caffrey's At the Crossroads and Rosemary Edghill and Rebecca Fox's Second Contact, the very different stories based on the building of the first spaceport on Darkover, in Aldaran lands).
Another theme of interest was the emergenge of stories examining the lives of those born emmasca. Bradley suggested in the original novels that there was a higher proportion of people born intersex on the Darkovan population, as a part of the chieri inheritance, along with the enhanced psi abilities and the occasional extra digits. Two stories in this anthology feature emmasca characters, both raised as "almost male," who make a transition to full functionality in their preferred gender with the help of an unusual display of laran, or psychic power. I found Diana Paxson's story, Evanda's Mirror, particularly evocative, being the story of an emmasca raised male yet having a female identity, who seeks help first from the Renuciates - who reject her with all the classic transphobic arguments you'd hear at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival.
All in all, it was a pleasant visit to a universe I've long loved, and I'm happy to hear that the MZB literary trust plans to release annual anthologies.
Any discussion of Marion Zimmer Bradley's work - or of anything derived from her work, as this volume is, must, I think, be accompanied by some comment on the recent revelations by her adult children that in her personal life, Bradley was not only an ennabler of child sexual abuse by her husband Walter Breen, but was herself a perpetrator of abuse against her children and others. It's been very difficult for me, as a survivor of parental abuse myself, to reconcile my continuing love of the world she created with the reality of her actions in this world. In the end, I've come to the same resolution about Bradley and her her work as I have about my own mother. People are complex beings who contain multitudes. My mother was capable of horrendous acts; she was also capable of admirable ones, and in her professional life she did a great many things that I am proud of her for doing. I have found within myself a way to condemn that which was horrendous while honouring that which was admirable. Bradley, like my mother, abused her children; but she also wrote stories that gave me and many other women images of how to shatter the chains that had been placed on us by the patriarchal, misogynistic world we had been raised in, and by all accounts I've read, she fostered the growth of many talented writers, many of them women. I choose to honour her work while condemning her private actions. I know others may not agree, but life is messy and it's hard to put it into neat little boxes - especially when we're shown both the best and the worst of what a human can do, in one person.