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Naomi Novik’s Spinning Silver is a fascinating meld of a number of myths and fairy tales, all clustered around the themes of sacrifice and salvation, bargains and negotiations, and the balance between winter, the bringer of cold and death, and spring, the time of rebirth and growth. These themes are explored through the lives of three very different women - Irina, the unloved daughter of a duke, Miryem, the industrious daughter of a hapless moneylender, and Wanda, a peasant girl with a brutal father. All three women are outsiders, Irina and Wanda because of the dynamics of their dysfunctional families, Miryem because she takes over her father’s business - and because she is a Jew.

The novel is set in a secondary world that draws deeply on Russian history, culture and folklore, and Novik makes this into a rich setting for her characters.

I admit to a bit of difficulty getting into the novel, because in general, Russian myth and culture does not stir me the way some other source cultures do, but once I was committed to the story of these three women, I was hooked. Another marvelous tale from Novik.
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“Mother Tongues,” S. Qiouyi Lu; Escape Pod, July 12, 2018
http://escapepod.org/2018/07/12/escape-pod-636-mother-tongues/

The lengths a mother will go to, to give her daughter the best future possible.


“Birthday Girl,” Rachel Swirsky; Uncanny Magazine, September/October 2018, https://uncannymagazine.com/article/birthday-girl/

A vision of life where neurodiversity is accepted and supported, and the reality of what can be lost when it’s not. Deeply moving.


“Light and Death on the Indian Battle Station,” Keyan Bowes; Fireside Fiction, October 2018, https://firesidefiction.com/light-and-death-on-the-indian-battle-station

On a battle station in some future war, where telepaths engage in mortal combat and live or die for their country, a young woman makes a daring journey to save her fallen sister. Lovely reworking of the legend of Princess Savriti.


“Compulsory,’ Martha Wells; Wired, December 17, 2018.
https://www.wired.com/story/future-of-work-compulsory-martha-wells/

A prequel to the Murderbot Diaries, this serves as welcome, if not precisely essential, background to understanding Murderbot and its world.

“STET,” Sarah Gailey; Fireside Magazine, October 2018
https://firesidefiction.com/stet

Gailey employs an unusual format to explore ethical questions in the programming of Als. The work, however, has a broader and more encompassing scope. A different sort of narrative, but profoundly thought-provoking.
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I enjoyed Becky Chambers’ first two books, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet and A Closed and Common Orbit, even though, as some have noted, the novels are light on linear narrative and long on character development and interaction. I enjoyed watching the characters grow and interact - together. Each of these novels focused on a small group of people doing things together, an that was what made them work for me.

Unfortunately, Record of a Spaceborn Few, though like her other novels, almost entirely character driven, doesn’t do the same for me, and I think it’s because here, the characters are not, for the most part, in conversation (in the broadest sense of that phrase) with each other. They are all connected through their presence on one particular ship in the Exodan Fleet - the collection of ships that carried almost all of what remained of the human racd away from the ravaged planet they had once called home, in which they had lived and died, creating a culture of ecological self-sufficiency to replace the rapacious and unsustainable culture of humanity on Earth.

Though the human race is not part of the galactic community, it has been given a home planet, where some have settled, and is free to travel, work and live among all the planets and peoples in that community. However, many have remained in the Fleet, holding onto the culture and ship-based way of life that evolved out of the near-death of the Earth. Even though the Fleet no longer wanders, but remains in formation around their new sun.

But, now that humanity has options, and change is inevitable due to new contacts and new technologies, what effect will this ultimately have on the Fleet. Chambers examines that question through her characters, most of whom are natives of the Fleet, one of whom is a human whose grandmother left the Fleet to live planetside, but who is curious about the ways his ancestors developed before they bound themselves to a world again.

The novel thus consists of a number of independent stories, each one focused on a different individual, linked primarily by a commonality of place and circumstance, but not initially interacting with each other. And I think that’s why this novel has not worked for me as her earlier books did, though over the course of the novel I did become invested in the stories of some of the characters, and enjoyed reading about their lives and experiences. The consequences of alien influence on a massive convoy of human refugees isn’t quite a tightly enough focused story for me to open to all of the characters because of their role in the story.

However, when a significant event takes place about two-thirds of the way into the book, and all the characters begin to respond in at least some degree to that, it seems to pull the narrative together, tightening the focus and making the story more engaging, at least for my tastes. It’s safe to say that the book grew on me, rather than capturing me at once.

And in the long run, the examination of what keeps a society together, and what causes some to abandon it, when there are such options, was an interesting meditation, and raised some issues I’ll be thinking about for a while.
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I managed to read a decent number of books in the last year, although my reading fell off quite markedly in the final few months, as my health issues got worse and worse. I haven’t read anything in at least a month now, probably longer. Too much pain and exhaustion.

There were a lot of excellent books on my list for this year. The ones that really stood out for me were, in no particular order:

Patrisse Khan-Cullors, When They Call You a Terrorist
Robyn Maynard, Policing Black Lives
N. K. Jemisin, The Stone Sky
Nnedi Okorafor, Binti - Home
Martha Wells, The Murderbot Diaries (All Systems Red, Artificial Condition, Rogue Protocol, Exit Strategy)
Maya Angelou, I Know why the Caged Bird Sings
Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts
Emil Ferris, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters

And now for the statistics.

In 2018, I read 227 books or novellas - 181 fiction and 46 non-fiction; 9 of these were re-reads.

A total of 11 of these were anthologies or edited non-fiction collections, and so have been excluded from the demographic analysis of authorship, although I will note that among these works, 9 were edited or co-edited by women, and 5 were edited or co-edited by people of colour.

By gender:
Works written by women: 66 percent
Works written by men: 31 percent
Works written by non-binary people: three percent

By author's nationality:
American: 78 percent
British: 13 percent
Canadian: 12 percent
Other: 11 percent

"Other" nationalities included: Malaysian, German, Nigerian, Singaporean, Icelandic, Swedish, Finnish and Irish. .

Works by writers of colour: 31 percent
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The Titanic Tragedy by William Seil is one of a series of “Further Adventures of Sherlock Holmes” published by Titan Books. As Gentle Reader is probably aware, I find it hard to resist books that purports to offer us more of the doings of the Great Detective, so happening upon this volume was sufficient reason to acquire it.

This adventure places Watson, and Holmes in disguise as a senior naval officer, on the maiden voyage of the Titanic. They are there to assist a young British agent, Miss Norton, who is carrying secret documents to be delivered to the Empire’s American allies. Miss Norton is the daughter of Holmes’ old friend, Irene Adler.

There are, of course, a number if suspicious characters on board, including the vengeful brother of James Moriarty, an inquisitive young American woman that Watson takes a bit if a fancy to, a German baron and his wife who seek Watson’s help with a series of curious blackmail notes, a professional gambler, and some oddly behaved crewmen.

Naturally, the documents are stolen, and Holmes, Watson and Norton must find them before the ship arrives in America - only, of course, the reader knows that the deadline is somewhat sooner, before the ship sinks.

Woven into the search for the documents is a detailed, and to the best of my knowledge, accurate, description of the ship, its construction, and the reasons it was thought to be unsinkable. The various officers Holmes and Watson rely on for assistance bear the names of the real men who held those positions on the Titanic, and some of the passengers they encounter were real passengers who lived, or died, much as they do in the novel. Our heroes, of course, survived the tragedy, being picked up by the nearby liner Carpathia, as were most of the survivors of that night.

I found the actual Holmes plotline a little bit overly convoluted, with multiple sideplots and red herrings, but nonetheless I enjoyed it quite a bit.
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As has been made clear, I love the secondary world of Valdemar created by Mercedes Lackey. I also, one may have noticed, love the writing of Tanya Huff. So you can imagine my delight when Tanya Huff released a collection of her Valdemarian stories featuring Herald Jors and his Companion Gervais, in The Demon’s Den and Other Tales of Valdemar.

The stories are told in a linear fashion, and begin with Jors as a young Herald, not long into his career, unsure of himself, his judgement, his abilities, but still, like any Herald, giving all that he can, the best that he can, relying on the unearthly wisdom of his Companion to find the best way. As his adventures continue, he becomes more comfortable with himself, his duties, and his place in the world. He makes mistakes. He learns about himself. He experiences successes, and failures to achieve everything he’d hoped to. He learns about love and heartbreak. And finally, he comes into his own, a Herald in his prime, confident and assured but aware of his limits and his needs.

I’d read these before, of course - they were all originally published in Lackey’s Valdemar anthologies - and enjoyed them, but there’s a deeper enjoyment to be found in seeing Jors growing and maturing as one reads these stories one after the other. I’m glad Huff had the idea to put them into a single collection, and that Lackey granted permission for her to publish a Valdemarian collection.
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Another year, another Valdemarian anthology from Mercedes Lackey. These books are like catnip for me. The collections are sometimes uneven, but Valdemar is a wonderful invention, a rich secondary word with so many different cultures and potential stories, and there’s something about Lackey’s world that I find irresistible.

As usual, there are some stories from longtime contributors, many of them featuring characters we’ve met before and come to appreciate, and some from new writers who’ve never written for Valdemar before. And of course a brand new story by Lackey herself, which answers one of the questions many of us have had about Need - and also makes a strong statement about trans inclusivity. But then, Lackey has always been an LGBT ally, which is probably one of the reasons I feel comfortable with her work.

In fact, Lackey’s story, “Woman’s Need Calls Me,” is my favourite from this collection, which is in fact one of the stronger collections of recent years - there really wasn’t one story that I didn’t enjoy, although some were slight in terms of action and adventure.

Good comfort reading when I needed it.




Note: This anthology contains 18 stories, 16 written by women and two written by men.
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In The Undesired, Yrsa Sigurdardottir demonstates once again that she is a master of a very particular genre, the eerie, part crime, part horror novel.

The Undesired opens with the death of the main character, Odinn. He is intoxicated, brain overwhelmed by carbon dioxide, half-aware that he and his daughter are sitting in a running car in a shut up garage filled with exhaust fumes. He struggles to remember where he is, and why, what is happening to him and Run. Just as the answers coalesce in his mind, as he begins to realise how this has come to be, the fumes overcome him. He will think no more.

We then travel backward in time, to a point some time before the deaths, to follow the unwinding of the life of Odinn Hafsteinsson. Odinn is an engineer by training, but he works for the State Supervisory Agency. He’s been assigned to take over an unfinished project from a recently deceased colleague, assessing whether any of the surviving children who had lived in a now closed home for delinquent boys - a home where two boys had died in suspicious circumstances - suffered harm or abuse that the state might be liable for.

Odinn is also a single father. His marriage ended a number of years ago, and he has been a weekend father for most of this time. But his former wife, Lara, died in an accident - a fall from a window in her flat - and now he is raising his eleven year-old daughter Run. He’s been in a state of shock, not really acknowledging that she’s dead, and to try to bring himself to face reality, he forces himself to read the police files on her death that he was given after the investigation was closed - only to discover that there were some unanswered questions, and that some of the witness testimony suggested that Lara had been arguing with someone just before her death. But investigation could find no one other than their daughter Run who could possibly have been in the flat, and she had been asleep when the police had brought her grandmother - who lived close by - to be with her when they went into the apartment.

The second viewpoint character is Aldis, whose sections are set in the 1970s, when the Krokur home was open, and Aldis worked there as a domestic. The environment she describes is cold, grey and isolated - a farm on a peninsula well away from the city, run by a cheerless, uncharitable couple who concealed the death of their newborn, fatally deformed child. Most boys who arrive here have the life and hope drained from them - no schooling, no recreational activities, just work on the farm. Aldis is not happy there either - her employers are unpleasant, there’s no social life, and she has been hearing odd noises, seeing strange things that she can’t quite make sense of.

Then a new resident arrives. Einar, older than many of the youths - older, in fact, than he should be, to be sent to a youth care facility rather than being dealt with as an adult - is intelligent, prone to breaking the rules, and just a little bit mysterious. Aldis, who is barely a year or two older than Einar, feels strangely drawn to him, and they begin an affair.

As one expects in a novel by Sigurdardottir, there are unexpected connections between characters, and between past and future. The events that took place in the lonely care facility, including the death of the two residents, have an all too disturbing bearing on both Lara and Odinn’s deaths, one that only becomes fully clear at the very end of the novel, when we discover the deep and enduring pain that set these events into motion, and we realise that the cycle has not yet run its course.
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Martha Wells’ fourth Murderbot novella, Exit Strategy, brings Murderbot back into the world of corporations it was seeking to avoid. Murderbot’s last client as a corporate SecUnit, Dr. Mensah, is being held against her will by GreyCris, the corporation that’s been behind so much of the violence and skullduggery that Murderbot has been dealing with in its quest to discover what enabled it to become self-governing, and what nearly destroyed Dr. Mensah’s expedition.

Murderbot deduces that GreyCris has captured Mensah because they believe that Mensah has been co-ordinating Murderbot’s activities, which have been highly detrimental to GreyCris’ plans. A logical assumption, perhaps, since by Corporation space law, Mensah is Murderbot’s owner.

Murderbot decides to make the attempt to free Mensah from GreyCris’ clutches, and to bring GreyCris down with the evidence of their actions it has gathered.

What follows is another tightly plotted adventure story, which serves as the background for further development of Murderbot’s ethical and emotional understanding of its own self, and of its social interactions with human who have at least some small understanding of what it is.

The novella ends with Murderbot in a temporary state of safety, contemplating its future, having for the first time a choice of options and the freedom to choose openly.

I hear that Wells is working on a Murderbot novel. That’s very exciting news.
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The Coldest City, a graphic novel by Anthony Johnston, is a complex spy thriller set in Berlin on the verge of the fall of East Germany and the Berlin Wall. It was the inspiration for the recent film Atomic Blonde, which I watched and enjoyed, so I thought I might enjoy the comic as well.

The narrative is in the form of a verbal debriefing of an agent, just returned from a mission in return. All we learn of the present is that an agent named Perceval has died. As the agent being debriefed begins to make her report, it’s easy for the mind to slip between the two framing narratives, to forget this is not a narrative of ongoing events, but of an agent who was involved in those events being debriefed. One can lose sight of the fact that we have an unreliable narrator.

The set-up as given in the agent’s report. which those who have seen the film will recognise, involves a missing list that purports to contain the names of every secret agent in Berlin. It was to be delivered to a British agent by an ‘asset’ codenamed Spyglass, but instead the British agent, James Gascoigne (Ber-2) is dead, his presumed assassin, a Russian agent named Bahktin, is in the wind, and the list is missing. The higher-ups don’t fully trust the lead British Agent in Berlin, David Perceval (Ber-1), so they are sending in someone who’s never worked in Berlin and has no previous connections with Ber-1 or Ber-2 - Lorraine Broughton, who is going in under cover as a lawyer, Gladys Lloyd, arranging for the repatriation of Gascoigne’s body. Her real mission is to find the list.

The visual style of the novel is stark, drawn in black and white, the characters mostly line drawings never fully fleshed out in detail, faces often drawn without any features, or partly or fully blacked in, shadowy figures echoing the unreality of the characters themselves, who are never what they seem and never display everything abut themselves. And in many panels, there are characters in the corners, watching the other characters, sometimes taking up whole panels themselves as they all observe each other. It’s a graphic illustration of a world where nothing can be taken for what it seems to be, and suspicion and surveillance are unspoken, eternal presences.

It is, of course, a complicated story, of agents and double agents and moles and plots, all unfolding against the imminent collapse of the Wall and the inevitable changes in the world of spycraft in Berlin, which will no longer be a place where multiple nations intersect, and people and information move back and forth.

Quite engrossing, a spy story in the classic style, worthy of Len Deighton or John LeCarré.
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If You Could Be Mine, the debut novel by Iranian-American writer Sara Farizan, is that very important thing, a story for young adults about queer and trans characters in non-Western cultures. Set in modern Iran, the novel explores a variety of aspects of queer and trans life under the ayatollahs, where same-sex attraction can lead to death, but being transgender is considered a medical problem and gender confirmation surgery is paid for by the state - though trans folk do experience discrimination in many areas of life.

The main character is Sahar, a young woman from an impoverished branch of a wealthy family. She is serious, studious, takes care of her father who is emotionally adrift after the death of his wife, is studying hard for the entrance exams to get into the best university in Tehran so she can become a doctor. She is also in love with Nazrin, who’s been her best friend since childhood. Nazrin the pretty, somewhat vain, and to my mind rather selfish and shallow daughter of a wealthy family. She says she loves Sahar, and they share modest physical intimacies, but she has accepted the marriage proposal of Reza, a young and ambitious doctor favoured by her family, and she expects that Sabar will continue being her devoted lover even after she marries Reza - in short, she wants the best of both worlds without thinking about Sabar’s feelings or future.

Sabar in determined to prevent the marriage snd find a way that she and Nazrin can be together. After meeting Parveen, a trans woman who is a friend of her wealthy cousin Ali, who is gay and, thanks to his wealth and ability to bribe the police, able to live almost openly as gay, Sabar hits upon the idea of transitioning to male in order to marry Nazrin herself.

As Sahar explores the options for transgender people in Iran, all the while knowing that, unlike Parveen and the other trans men and women she meets, she is not really transgender, the day for Nazrin’s wedding grows closer and Sahar becomes more desperate to find a way to be with Nazrin. Yet at the same time, she begins to see that while Nazrin may love her, she also wants the security and conventionality of a family, a professional, financially well-off husband, and children, things that Sahar cannot give her now.

This is no fairy-tale romance. It ends honestly, with no one getting everything they want, but everyone a little wiser and more self-aware. The story drags at times, but is strong enough to hold the reader’s interest. The writing has many of the flaws of an inexperienced writer, but that is something that time will rectify. And the light it casts on queer and trans issues in Iran is truly interesting.
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Reading Maya Angelou’s autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, tells the story of her life to the age of 17. It is a deep look into, not just the circumstances that shaped a woman who would become a gifted and beloved poet, but also into the conditions of life for black Americans in the south.

In her autobiography, Angelou opens up her young life fearlessly, sharing personal details not only of her family and their lives, but her pain, shame and sorrow. At the same time, she paints vivid portraits of Black culture as she experienced it, both negative and positive. We see the grinding poverty and constant threat of white insult and violence in the rural areas, but also the strength of family and community ties. We see ourselves within the rich urban black culture of St. Louis, with its connections to the underworld, and its influence on the life of the city.

Angelou - born Marguerite Johnson - and her brother Bailey were sent to live in Stamps, Arkansas when they were three and four, respectively. Their parents, then living in California, had ended their marriage and neither was in a position to care for the children, so they were put alone on a train with address tags on their wrists and tickets pinned to their clothes and sent home to their paternal grandmother. After several years living in Stamps, they were taken by their father to St Louis, where they lived first with their maternal grandmother, and then with their mother, a woman well connected to the underground gambling scene, and her lover. While there, Angelou was raped by her mother’s lover. The man was convicted, but avoided serving time. When he was found dead not long afterward, Angelou believed he had died because she had lied in court about how often he had touched her, and decided never to speak again to anyone except Bailey lest she kill someone else with her words. Not long afterwards, she and Bailey were sent back to Stamps, Angelou wondering if they had been sent away because of her family’s frustration with her silence.

After several years in Stamps, Angelou and her brother relocated again, this time to San Francisco, where their mother was now living, not that far from their father, still in Los Angeles. It is here that she takes the first steps toward womanhood and independence. School, her first job - as the first black female tram conductress - coming to terms with a father who was too self-absorbed to love her, the growing between her and her brother, her developing sexuality, and, in the final sequence recounted in the book, the birth of her son after a casual sexual interlude undertaken just to see what sex was all about.

Angelou offers loving portraits of those who helped to shape her life, from family to members of the community who introduced her to literature and the power of well-crafted words, to others further outside her circle who, kindly or otherwise, taught her about life beyond her grandmother’s general store (which served both blacks and poor whites) and her mother’s gambling connections. And she connects the events of her life to the condition of blacks in America, showing in a hundred ways, large and small, the strength and resilience of a people oppressed.

Angelou wrote several other autobiographical volumes, something I had not known before, as this volume is the one the everybody talks about. I think I’ll have to find and read the others.
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In How Sex Changed: A History of Transexuality in the United States, Joanne Meyerowitz defines transexuality as well as a once used but now outdated term, transexualism, as “conditions in which people hope to change the bodily characteristics of sex. (The terms apply whether or not the individual has undergone surgery.)” She goes on to say that, in modern usage, “transsexuals are a subset of ‘transgendered’ people, an umbrella term used for those with various forms and degrees of crossgender practices and identiacations. ‘Transgendered’ includes, among others, some people who identify as ‘butch’ or masculine lesbians, as ‘fairies,’ ‘queens,’ or feminine gay men, and as heterosexual crossdressers as well as those who identify as transsexual. The categories are not hermetically sealed, and to a certain extent the boundaries are permeable.” (This book was published in 2002; since then, the term ‘transgendered’ has fallen out of usage, to be replaced by transgender, or simply, trans. In discussing the book, I will use some of the terms that Meyerowitz uses, such as transsexual defined specifically as a trans person who has had, or is seeking, medical intervention toward gender confirmation. I will avoid other terms which in my opinion are now too outdated to be respectful of trans experience, or which define a trans person solely by their type of transition, which Meyerowitz does throughout the book. Readers are therefore cautioned that they may find the terminology is this book to be reductive, outdated, or even traumatic.)

Thus, the book focuses on a particular subset of trans individuals, specifically, those who feel that some degree of medical intervention or body modification is part of satisfying their personal sense of their gender identity. It looks at the history of expression and fulfillment of this desire in the North American context - those who have sought to ‘change their sex,’ and those who have provided, or sometimes withheld, that process.

There have always been people who did not feel that the gender assigned to them based on their physical sexual anatomy was who they really were; in some cultures, there have been acceptable social avenues for them to take on the gender they identified as, in others, some have simply lived in discomfort, or found individual ways to ‘pass’ as their true gender. But it has only been in the past hundred years that the idea of devising surgical procedures that could give a person at least a semblance of functioning sexual organs that matched their gender identity has been part of the conversation, and only in the past 50 or so that the techniques have become relatively available to most of those seeking a physical change.

Meyerowitz notes: “ ‘transsexualism,’ defined in part by the request for surgical sex change, did not appear as a medical category until the late 1940s and early 1950s, when doctors David O. Cauldwell and Harry Benjamin first coined and publicized the English term transsexual and when Christine Jorgensen first appeared in the press.

But the concepts of ‘sex change’ and ‘sex-change surgery’ existed well before the word transsexual entered the medical parlance. In the early twentieth century European scientists began to undertake experiments on ‘sex transformation,’ first on animals and then on humans.”

Much of the early European research and experimentation into what is now referred to as gender confirmation surgery took place in Germany, home of such leading researchers into the psychology and physiology of sex as Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld, but this research was abruptly halted when the Nazi party came into power. Still, many individuals had by this time received various kinds of surgical treatment intended to remove unwanted sexual organs and in some cases, create functional vaginas for transexual women.

Many of these techniques had already existed for some time - it was the use of these techniques to help transgender individuals that was new. “Sex-change surgery, then, did not take root when and where it did because of new or unusual medical technology. It took root in part because Germany had a vocal campaign for sexual emancipation. In Berlin, Hirschfeld and others worked to remove the legal and medical obstacles to sexual and gender variance, to enable homosexuals, crossdressers, and those who hoped to change their sex to live their lives as they chose.”

However, while the awareness of surgical possibilities became part of the American sexological landscape, beginning in the early 1930s, most American physicians did not offer the procedures, despite a large number of individuals seeking such surgery. In a few cases, sympathetic surgeons were warned that surgery to remove healthy organs was illegal and could result in serious ramifications if they attempted such procedures.

Meyerowitz devotes several chapters to accounts of early transsexuals whose stories were extensively covered in the media - such women as Christine Jorgensen, Charlotte MacLeod, and Tamara Rees - noting how these stories made the public - including other transgender people who might otherwise have thought themselves alone, the only person with such feelings - aware of trans people and the possibilities of gender confirmation surgery. Unfortunately, publicity did little to distinguish between transvestites and transexuals, or transsexuals and intersex persons seeking surgery to establish their chosen biological sex, nor did it affect the prevailing notion that transsexual women were more akin to gay men than cisgender women. And curiously, there was little interest in the stories of trans men. In fact, most physicians who provided care for trans people believed that trans men were rare, perhaps as few as 10 percent of trans individuals, and some questioned “whether there should be such a diagnosis as ‘transsexualism’ for females.”

Meyerowitz also discusses the development of better surgical techniques over time. Since surgeons mostly saw trans women in their practices, techniques in vaginal construction were a major point of concern. Trans women, however first had to find doctors willing to remove the penis and testicles. This was a major roadblock for some time. Some trans women were so determined to receive confirmation surgery that they attempted to remove their own penes and testicles, leaving doctors with no choice but to complete the desired surgeries. Trans men were less likely to seek out surgery in the early years, perhaps because hormone treatments were sufficient to help most achieve a body they could feel somewhat comfortable in, and phalloplasty techniques at the time were notoriously unsatisfactory. Trans men did seek out mastectomies and hysterectomies, but the reluctance to remove healthy, but unwanted, organs made these surgeries difficult to obtain.

The media focus on transsexuals also brought about a debate, in both the public and professional spheres, over the nature of sex and gender. Among the European sexologists who pioneered gender confirmation surgery, the predominant concept of biological sex was of a universal bisexuality, with individuals located on a spectrum. The transsexual person simply moved along the spectrum, bringing out more if the characteristics associated with the other end of the spectrum. This concept, however, was not common in America, nor did it find much acceptance when proposed.

What came to predominate, and to influence future thinking about sexual identity, was the idea of a psychological sex that was distinct from, though usually in accord with, biological sex. This was the ‘invention’ of gender as a concept.

“In the first half of the twentieth century the theory of human bisexuality had, for some doctors and scientists, redefined sex and legitimated sex-reassignment surgery; in the second half of the century a theory of immutable gender identity came to replace it. In the 1940s and afterward, scientists who studied intersexuality adopted the concept of a deeply rooted sense of “psychological sex.” Some of them suggested that hormones or genes created psychological sex, but others considered it conditioned, imprinted, or learned. In any case, they claimed that no one could change an adult’s psychological sex. Once established, they asserted, the sense of being a man or a woman remained armly entrenched, immune to both psychotherapeutic and medical interventions. They applied this conception of psychological sex—which they later labeled “gender role and orientation” and “gender identity”—first to people with intersexed conditions and then to transsexuals. In this view, the mind—the sense of self—was less malleable than the body.”

However, instead of bringing about an acceptance of surgical intervention to match biological sex to gender, the overall response was to promote the enforcement of rigid standards of gendered behaviour in childhood and support psychotherapy to correct apparent gender non-conforming begaviour, to ensure that the child developed the ‘right’ psychological sex by adulthood. Interestingly enough, the same attitudes prevailed among those who thought that human were to some degree bisexual, in that everyone had some characteristics of the “other” sex - firm education in appropriate gender roles was necessary to minimise the consequences of this bisexuality. Few questioned the necessity of a clear demarkation between male and female. The result was the pathologising of transsexuality as a psychiatric disorder.

Physicians were already gatekeepers, due to their power to offer or withhold available surgical procedures. Pathologising trans people further added to the adversarial relationship developing between doctors who had the technical knowledge to do the surgeries desired, and trans people who sought surgical interventions. Many doctors tried to ‘cure’ their trans clients first. Trans people tried to figure out what they had to say and do to obtain surgery. Many trans women sought to appear hyperfeminine to persuade doctors that there was no way they could live as men. Discussing sex was a dangerous topic - acknowledging desire for men, while appropriate behaviour for a straight trans woman, ran the risk of being diagnosed instead as a gay man, ineligible for surgery. For trans lesbians, the problems were even more difficult, as their sexual orientation could be read as male heterosexuality, and cause for attempting treatment rather than surgery. Many insisted they felt no sexual desire. The need to tailor their life experiences and presentation to convince doctors to approve surgery led to an assumption among doctors that trans people were inherently deceitful. And so the gatekeeping became a major obstacle in the quest of trans people to reshape their bodies to match their identities.

Adding to the problems faced by trans people seeking surgery was the confusion of the medical establishment between transsexuality, transvestitism, and homosexuality. Some felt that trans women were gay men so horrified by their homosexuality that they needed to erase it by becoming women. The debated how to distinguish true trans people from gay people or cross-dressers. Similar discussions developed in the queer community, with various groups - gay men, lesbians, drag queens, heterosexual transvestites - arguing over how trans people should be viewed. One of the difficulties her was that some people who had identified as gay men, drag queens, or butch lesbians, eventually realised that they were in fact trans women and men. Meanwhile, trans peoples’ attempts to define themselves simply as people assigned a gender that was not congruent with their identity were often ignored.

In the 1960s, one consequence of the general ‘sexual revolution’ was a relaxation of defined gender roles, and an openness toward sexual experimentation, that on the one hand, gave many young people the chance to explore androgyny and even living as another gender, and on the other, made it easier for distinct subcultures to emerge, drawing distinctions between those who were gay or lesbian with marked preferences to adopting behaviours associated with another gender, and transexuals who identified as a gender other than the one socially assigned them. Lines of demarkation grew up between those who sought gender confirmation surgeries, and those who identified as ‘fairies’ or ‘butches’. Transsexuality was at least for some distinguished from homosexuality.

Unfortunately, the medical profession was making distinctions based on the path patients had followed to an awareness of their gender identity. They tended to favour the person who had tried to live a conventional life, followed the heterosexual rules for their assigned gender, and lived lives of quiet desperation. Those who came to a desire for gender confirmation surgery through experiences as living as gay men and drag queens, who had been sexually adventurous, were often seen as poor candidates for surgery.

Another consequence of sexual freedom was the eroticisation of trans people. Pornographic images of the feminised bodies of post-surgery trans women began appearing. This was accompanied by erotic images of ‘half-men, half-women’ - trans women who had received hormone treatments and thus had both breasts and a penis. “The sexualization of MTFs went hand in hand with the legalization and commercialization of sexual expression. In this changing sexual climate, the tabloids and pulps presented their stories as less concerned with what the main-stream press dubbed ‘desperately unhappy lives’ and more concerned with titillating adventures.”

Meyerowitz records the low changes in the mainstream medical profession’s attitudes toward gender confirmation surgery, and the work of transgender activists in bringing about greater awareness and acceptance for their situation. Slowly, hospitals began to open gender identity clinics where surgeries were performed on trans men and women, starting with Johns Hopkins in 1965: “By the end of the 1970s more than a thousand transsexuals had undergone surgery at the hands of doctors based at American universities, and fifteen to twenty “major centers” conducted transsexual surgery in the United States.”

Unfortunately, demand far exceeded supply, and the doctors running these clinics set up strict conditions. Again, professional gatekeeping came between the transgender individual and their right to control their own body: “By the end of the 1960s the doctors required psychological evaluation to ascertain that patients had longstanding crossgender identiacation and no severe mental illness. The doctors also wanted patients to live as the other sex and take hormones for a number of months or years before undergoing irreversible surgery. They looked for patients with the intelligence to understand what the surgery could and could not do, and with what they considered realistic plans for the future, especially employment.” Preference was given to those whom doctors felt could most easily ‘pass’ and who presented as ‘quiet’ and highly conventional in their gender expression. Trans lesbians and gay men were unlikely to be approved.

As the availability of surgery grew, legal issues became more important, and courts were increasingly asked to rule on whether a trans person could change their birth certificates and other key documentation from their assigned gender to their true gender. Thanks to the supportive testimony of a number of doctor-advocates, a series of precedents were established where the courts did order the official change of sex on birth certificates, which was the first step to obtaining new documentation of other kinds, and offered a trans individual the ability to provide legal proof of their gender when required. However, where the courts were tending to define gender by reference to genital appearance, governments held onto older ideas and defined gender by (presumed) chromosomal composition. And even the courts provided no hope fir trans people who had not, or could not, have surgery. This was particularly onerous for trans men, for whom phalloplasty remained an unsatisfactory option lacking in both sensation and function.

As the era of liberal sexual freedom that marked the 60s and 70s began to change, Meyerowitz documents shifts in acceptance among both gays and lesbians, and feminists, toward transgender men and women. The prevailing gay culture had adopted the “cult of the macho” and rejected the drag and fairy culture that had supported trans women in transition. At the same time, lesbian culture began to see trans men as butches who were deserting the fold for a safer, moe privileged life. Feminists critiqued trans men and women as reactionaries who reinforced gender stereotypes that the women’s movement was fighting to change, and distrusted trans women who, they believed, had grown up with male privilege and could never be, culturally or psychologically, women, thus establishing the trans-exclusionary (TERF) streak in feminism which remains a problem to this day.

As the conservative 80s set in, the few legal victories trans activists had achieved were rolled back, and existing surgical clinics came under attack from both the right, with a renewed insistence that surgery enabled mental illness and that trans individuals required treatment to restore the ‘proper’ gender identity, and from the left, with a strong critique of the rigid gender roles doctors required of prospective surgical patients. But as their rights were being denied and the few gains made eroded, trans people fought back, forming advocacy organisations, building communities and working to educate both the public and the medical profession on the realities of being transgender.

As Meyerowitz says, “The rise of the transgender movement capped the century in which sex change arst became a medical specialty and transsexuals arst emerged as a visible social group. From the early twentieth-century ex- periments on changing the sex of animals to the liberationist move- ment of the 1990s, the topic of sex change had served as a key site for the deanition and redeanition of sex in popular culture, science, medi- cine, law, and daily life. In a century when others had challenged the social categories and hierarchies of class, race, and gender, the people who hoped to change their sex had brought into question another fundamental category—biological sex itself—commonly understood as obvious and unchangeable. In the modern push for self-expression, they had taken the meanings of self-transformation and social mobility to a new level, and from the margins of society, they had grappled with the everyday ways in which unconventional individuals confounded and provoked the mainstream. In the process, they had engaged with doctors, scientists, reporters, lawyers, judges, feminists, and gay libera- tionists, among others. Together, these various groups had debated big questions of medical ethics, nature and nurture, self and society, and the scope of human rights. None of them could ax the deanition of sex, which remains a topic of debate in medical journals, courtrooms, and television talk shows, and none of them could settle the question of the interconnections among sex, gender, and sexuality. Still, by the end of the twentieth century, the transgender activists could hope at least for a future in which the variations of sex and gender might no longer elicit stigma, ridicule, harassment, or assault.”
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Elizabeth Bonesteel’s The Cold Between is a murder mystery in space, wrapped up in political conflicts, covert assignments, questions about a 20-year-old tragedy involving the destruction of a ship near a wormhole, and a dash of romance.

The novel opens with an emergency evacuation of a space ship, followed by the destruction of all hands. Years later, the wormhole believed responsible for the event is still off-limits, though scientific curiosity abounds about the exact fate of the Phoenix.

Not far from the region of space where the Phoenix was destroyed, a Central Corps space ship, the Galileo, commanded by Greg Foster, the son of one of the Phoenix’ officers, takes shore leave on the planet Volhynia. It’s not Galileo’s ordinary run, but they’ve been ordered to pick up some of the crew from the Demeter, commanded by Captain McBride, who reported that his ship, while near the wormhole, was attacked by a ship from a previously unaggressive confederation of space traders, the PSI.

The Galileo’s chief engineer, Elena Shaw, isn’t looking for romance. She’s just been through a difficult breakup with her lover, Danny Lancaster, and she’s still confused and hurting. But the retired PSI officer in the bar she’s ended up at calling himself Trey is sensitive, intelligent, and attractive. She takes him up on his invitation, and spends the night with him.

When she returns to the Galileo in the morning, she discovers that her ex-lover has been murdered and her companion for the evening has been arrested for the crime. While she is able to get him freed by providing an alibi, it’s suspect because of her former relationship with the victim.

Despite the initial opposition of her captain, a former friend who seems to have deserted her just as Danny did, Elena sets out to discover the truth behind Danny’s death, with Trey - infamous pirate captain Treiko Tsvetomir Zajec - assisting her to clear his own name.

As trust develops between them and they begin to share background information during their investigation, everything seems to point to a connection between Danny, the destruction of the Phoenix, and a shadowy operation to destabilise relations between the Corps and PSI.

It’s a decent, action-filled adventure with lots of mysteries to sort out. That said, it’s also a bit of a Peyton Place in space, with a great many plot points turning on who’s been involved with who, or wanted to be, to the point where I really doubted the professionalism of the Central Corps, and started thinking a zero fraternisation policy might be a good thing among shipmates. It always annoys me when the forward progress of a novel depends on friends and lovers not being truthful with each other, and there’s a bit too much of that here for my taste, too. Though the main relationship, between Elena and Trey, is refreshing in its honesty - and doomed by it, as well.

I also could have used just a bit more information about the society all this is taking place in. Is it a federation of planets? Or are most planets independent, and the obviously military Central Corps a primarily Earth-based organisation that negotiates with other planets for trade and such. What roe do the PSI play? And what about the occasionally mentioned Syndicates - where do they fit in? I didn’t understand the relationships and power dynamics between organisations and planets, and that made the politics within the story very ... unanchored. What was at stake in the various plots and conspiracies Elena and Trey kept stumbling upon?

All in all, I enjoyed it in a modest way, but I won’t be dashing out to buy the next in the series.
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Take Us to Your Chief is a collection of science fiction short stories by Ojibwe novelist and playwright Drew Hayden Taylor. While I don’t see any reason why the thought of an indigenous writer working in the science fiction genre should raise any eyebrows, Taylor felt his choice deserved some explanation, because he says in his Introduction: “Part of my journey in this life both as a First Nations individual and as a writer is to expand the boundaries of what is considered Native literature. I have always believed that literature should reflect all the different aspects and facets of life. There is more to the Indigenous existence than negative social issues and victim narratives. Thomas King has a collection of Aboriginal murder mysteries. Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm has published an assortment of Indigenous erotica, and Daniel Heath Justice has written a trilogy of adventure novels featuring elves and other fantastic characters. Out of sheer interest and a growing sense of excitement, I wanted to go where no other (well, very few) Native writers had gone before. Collectively, we have such broad experiences and diverse interests. Let’s explore that in our literature. Driving home my point, we have many fabulous and incredibly talented writers in our community, but some critics might argue our literary perspective is a little too predictable—of a certain limited perspective. For example, a lot of Indigenous novels and plays tend to walk a narrow path specifically restricted to stories of bygone days. Or angry/dysfunctional aspects of contemporary First Nations life. Or the hangover problems resulting from centuries of colonization. All worthwhile and necessary reflections of Aboriginal life for sure. But I wonder why it can’t be more?”

Whether these story push the envelop of Indigenous writing is not for me to say. What I will say is that I’m very happy Taylor decided to write them, because they are good reading, and provide a different, and welcome, perspective to the sometimes unbearable whiteness of science fiction.

These stories run the gamut of moods, from uplifting to terrifying, as science fiction does. In “A Culturally Inappropriate Apocalypse,” a community radio station on a Kanienké’hà:ka reserve plays a found-by-chance collection of recordings of traditional songs, some so old no one remembers what their purpose was - such as the strange and eerie “Calling Song,” which calls something that was best left forgotten. In “I Am” an artificial intelligence comes to identify with indigenous peoples around the world - and their fates at the hands of white colonialists. In “Dreams of Doom,” a young Ojibway reporter accidentally stumbles on a government plot far worse than assimilation or title extinction. “Petropaths” is a fascinating cautionary tale about exploring powers you do not understand. “Superdisillusioned” tells the story of an Ojibway man mutated by the environmental conditions in his home on the reserve.

But not all is sorrow and loss, although the theme of the traumas of Indigenous people are woven into all of these stories to some degree - as indeed they are inevitably a part of Indigenous life. In “Lost in Space” a part Anishinaabe astronaut finds a way to reconnect with his people despite his being far from Turtle Island. “Mr. Gizmo” addresses the epidemic of suicides among Indigenous youth with a miraculous - and incongruous - spirit intervention. “Stars” links a chain of young men who have looked up at the skies in wonder. In “Take Us to Your Chief,” aliens land on a reserve, only to meet three older men who are known for doing little other than sitting in the porch and enjoying beer in the sunlight - but the encounter works out surprisingly well.

Many of these stories are set in the fictional Ojibway community of Otter Lake, where Taylor has set many of his works of varied genres. For those familiar with his other writings, that will give these stories an extra sense of coming back to someplace familiar, yet altered by the subject matter. I heartily recommend this collection - it’s good science fiction with a strong and much needed injection of Indigenous experience.
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Bachelor Girl, by Betsy Israel, is rather awkwardly and grandiosely subtitled 100 Years of Breaking the Rules — A Social History of Living Single, particularly since the author herself acknowledges that her study focuses almost exclusively on unmarried primarily white and middle class heterosexual women living in the United States in the period following the Industrial Revolution. While it sets to one side not only female bachelorhood in other cultures and in the working and underclasses, but the vast history of unmarried women from religioueses to working spinsters in the pre-industrial era, it does give insight into the icons that have formed the cultural perception of the single woman that still inform our understanding of the state of being unmarried.

Israel does take a brief look at the pre-industrial image of the single, hard-working, industrious spinster, gainfully employed in her own right, functioning in business as what came to be categorised as ‘femmes soles’, women who did not require the legal authorisation of a husband to conduct business or enter into contracts. However, she begins her cultural study of the ways society has looked at and categorised the single woman with those images common in nineteenth century urban America, and particularly the east coast. Rural and western American women at this time were predominantly married and working on farm, ranch or other home enterprise. Those who were unmarried were usually teachers, or unmarried relatives living in the home and contributing to the household economy.

It took the more varied economy of a mid-sized town or city to produce the cultural phenomenon of the single woman. The emergence of the idea of the “old maid” as a social category, of unmarried woman was based on the concept of the unfortunate daughter of the bourgeois or gentry who, trained for nothing much beyond becoming a wife and mother, has failed to achieve that status, becoming instead the dowdy, often impoverished maiden aunt who has an odd personality and is frequently dependent on the kindness of more fortunate relatives. Israel writes of such women: “This first public etiquette for American spinsters called for a muted surrender, as if a spiritual hysterectomy had been performed, leaving behind as scars an insecurity and chronic melancholia.Typically spinsters helped with the chores at home and moved between the homes of married siblings who needed help. And ... they hired themselves out as paid companions, tutors, schoolteachers or assistants, and seamstresses. Within the household, even if this was her original family household, she was made to seem unimportant and childlike—for a woman’s adult life began at marriage—and she was expected to keep herself well occupied and out of the way. “

However, Israel notes, there were some women from the middle and upper classes in this era who did not accept this image of the single woman as a woman left behind and shut out from the fullness of life: “She who ‘preferred to live her single life’ lived it most often in New England, from the 1830s through the mid-1870s. This was the era of ‘single blessedness,’ an almost devotional phrase used by a fairly elite and intellectual band of single women to describe a state of unmarried bliss. To sketch a quick composite of this early rebel, we can say that she grew up amid intellectuals, preachers or writers, with left-leaning principles and a love of oration. Household conversation ranged from abolitionism, transcendentalism, or trade unionism to any other radical topic then debated at public meetings and in Unitarian church sermons. She may not have received an education like her brother’s, but on her own she had trained her mind the way others had worked to play delightfully upon the pianoforte, or to sing lieder (not that she lacked these more delicate talents).“

Among these single women - some of whom we know today as activists in the abolitionist and feminist movements - were many who formed deep emotional relationships with other women, which may have also been sexual in nature. Certainly some unmarried women wrote to each other in highly passionate terms, and lived together in what came to be termed ‘Boston marriages.’ It is difficult to determine how many of these women were what we would now consider lesbians or bisexuals in intimate relationships - such things were rarely spoken of - but certainly some were.

Other single educated women joined the settlement house movement. A settlement house - perhaps the best known was Hull House in Chicago, founded by Jane Addams - was “a social-work institute set down in the worst parts of major cities and, in America, run by corps of women, often college friends who then lived there together for the rest of their lives.”

Less fortunate were the “factory girls” - young working class women, often from immigrant families, who were employed in factories or did piecework from their homes - ‘ship girls’ and domestic servants. These working girls were often the subjects of stories in sensationalist newspapers, rife with suggestions that their poverty led to sexual vice. This was not true of all working girls - certainly some were carefully watched by families, employers and landladies for any sign of sexual impropriety, and their prime interest, beyond economic survival, was learning to assimilate. But their reputation for sexual adventurousness was in part merited - working girls earned very little compared to men, and often handed all of their earning over to their families. This meant that if they wanted to go out, enjoy themselves, have fun, they needed a boy to ‘treat’ them - and the boys expected to be recompensed in some fashion. In New York, the more socially and sexually active working girls became known as ‘Bowery girls’ - young women who dressed boldly, and ‘walked out’ with the boys of the Irish gangs who controlled the Bowery night life - “a daring all-night party. Couples crowded for miles beneath the elevated train, or El, whose tracks cast slatted lantern strips across the gaudy attractions—the famed Bowery Theater, freak shows, oyster houses, hundreds of eateries and food carts, some selling the first mass-produced ice cream....” Many of these girls engaged in casual prostitution to augment their meagre incomes. Some of these girls eventually married; others continued in the shops and factories; older women who remained single might move into teaching if they had a high school diploma, or into ‘business’ as office and clerical workers.

As the nineteenth century came to an end, another category of single woman came into the public consciousness - the ‘bohemian girl’ and her slightly tamer cousin, the ‘bachelor girl,’ collectively known as ‘B-girls.’

“Typically our bohemian was a high school or college dropout who had tried but could not live within the strictures of the bourgeois society she had only narrowly escaped. She often told reporters, whether she’d been asked or not, that she possessed a “real” self, a poetic artistic self that had been stifled in her previous existence. But now, surrounded by other like souls, in a unique and freeing place, she, or this self, or something new and amazing would emerge. Generally speaking, she was hoping for signs of artistic talent or the ability to attract a monied husband who would elicit and encourage her inchoate artistry.” The bachelor girl was more interested in making money, but was also drawn to the artistic life; these girls tended to cluster around urban communities like Greenwich Village in New York, or at least spend their leisure time in such venues.

While all these culturally defined varieties of single women were sometimes lumped together under the umbrella term of the “new woman,” this term more specifically applied to a new icon, often distinguished by their “refusal or, rather, polite disinclination, to marry. (And when new women did marry, the unions were almost always unconventional. Margaret Sanger, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Jane Addams, Edna St. Vincent Millay—all had marriages that involved living apart, sometimes continents apart, “with an understanding.” There were public and tolerated affairs; in some cases they divorced and husbands took custody of the children.)” New women were educated, middle-class, politically left-wing, engaged in the suffragist movement, early feminism, and social reform. They had careers rather than jobs. These were the spiritual daughters of the previous century’s devotees of ‘single blessedness.’

The next major shift in the image of the single girl appeared after the end of WWI, when the post-war social upheaval led to the emergence of the ‘flapper.’ As Israel notes, “The flappers were singular democrats. Anyone could join. Whether she worked, studied, taught, performed, or played around, all a woman needed “to flap” was a youthful appearance and attitude—a sassy vocabulary, a cool way with men, a bit of daring, humor, and some professional smarts. Lacking these latter qualities, one could easily just dress the part.” The flapper was the first ‘single girl’ to be a large enough demographic group to be attractive to advertisers, and was a significant segment of the single female population for much of the 1920s. Social critics bemoaned her freedom and tendency to place herself as the equal of men, and feared a plunge into sexual immorality and an end to marriage, but flappers were not more sexually active than previous generations of young single women. Many of the eventually married. But those who did not, but soight instead to build independent careers, fell afoul of two crushing social expectations. First, the single working woman was still seen as a part of her family and expected to turn her earning over to the family. And second, the new, Freudian-influenced approach to sexology, held that only in a marriage could a woman find true sexual maturity and fulfilment, and the new spinster risked being labeled frigid or, worse, a lesbian.

Despite this many young women remained unmarried and career-oriented throughout the 1920s, only to find all their ambitions dashed in the stock market crash and subsequent depression years, when any available middle-class jobs were for men who had families to support. There was little place for the working girl. While some women held onto jobs that men, even desperate men, would not take - filing, cleaning - most women were driven into dependency, on families or husbands. In many states, married women were denied the right to work at all so men could have their jobs. The Depression saw a vast increase in homelessness and migratory labour, and though it is rarely talked about, many of the hobos riding the rails, living rough and seeking casual work, were women. Boxcar Bertha, as she was known, was a member of a network of migratory women who looked out for each other, protecting their sisters against both the world, and male migratory workers.

And then, as the idea of the singe woman had been just about subsumed into the image of the wife and mother, came the war. “The entire female population was for an odd slip of time effectively single. No one knew if their fiancés, boyfriends, lovers would ever return.” Working women became essential to the continuation of the economy’s smooth functioning: “female workers took over male positions such as cabdriver, elevator operator, bus driver, and security guard. In one year, the number of female defense-factory workers increased by 460 percent, a figure that translated into 2.5 million women assigned to the unlikeliest tasks. Instead of making carbon copies or assigning homework, many women now manufactured tank parts, plane frames, engine propellers, parachutes, ships, gas masks, life rafts, ammunition, and artillery. Another two million women continued in or picked up clerical work; the number of newly indoctrinated typists would double before the end of the war. And for the more serious, educated woman, the absence of men presented a guilty holiday. For the first time, many women found positions in symphonies, as chemists, and in some states, as lawyers. Harvard University accepted its first small number of female medical students in 1944.”

But even as the work of women became temporarily essential, government and the media were building the groundwork for forcing women out of the workforce once the boys came home. For every story praising a Rosie the riveter was a story about how men and women could not work together without sex destabilising the workplace, or the inefficiency of working women with their monthly ‘women’s problems.’

There were two big problems with women once the war was over - the first, hw to get them, not just back into the home, but change them back to women who had learned to be self-sufficient, to manage jobs and households, to be, if married, the head of the family, and if single, that they didn’t need men. The second problem was what to do with the excess women. Many men didn’t come home, and a significant number of those who dd, brought foreign brides. Suddenly there were vast numbers of women who could not be shuffled off into marriage. The answer was to increase the pressure to compete for what men there were. The old psychological stories about the immaturity and neuroticism of the single woman, the necessity of marriage and children to the formation of a healthy female psyche, were dragged out with a vengeance. The single woman - never married or increasingly common divorceé - was a threat, a locus of social instability.

Yet even at the peak of the ‘back to the home’ movement, some women insisted on living, at least for a time, a single life.
And one of the questions that came to obsess those observing the single working woman was, what was she doing abut sex? Through the 50s and much of the 60s, there was an ambivalence about the single girl - sometimes threat, sometimes frigid and neurotic, sometimes sad and damaged, sometimes a plucky girl in search of a man and supporting herself along the way, but never as fufilled as the wife and mother.

Then women’s liberation arrived on the scene, and it became harder to persuade women that their only path to happiness was through marriage. The single woman could have a career, independence, and a satisfying sexual relationship without a permanent attachment to a man. Marriage became something a woman might do because she wanted to, not because she had to. And it became something a woman might leave if it was no longer fulfilling. Even motherhood was no longer out of the question for the single woman, whether through pregnancy or adoption. Indeed, there was no longer such a thing as ‘the single girl’ just a large number of women who hade decided to forgo marriage, temporarily or permanently.

Israel ends on a somewhat ambivalent note, listing modern ‘single icons’ like Ally McBeal and Bridget Jones who, despite financial independence, are profoundly unhappy with being single. She quotes single women who bemoan the lack of interesting, worthwhile men. She suggests that there is still something not quite right in the lonely life of women who work, and date, but remain unmarried. Yet at the same time, she acknowledges that, by objective measures, single women are not unhappy as a rule, and that many feel strangely trapped if they do marry.

In short, in the end of this long examination of single women, Israel has discovered that they are people, with all the joys and discontents of other people.
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Mercedes Lackey’s Elemental Masters series is not one of my favourites. I’ve read a few of the books in the series, and enjoyed them, and bounced rather hard off some others. And there have been some that, based on the brief publisher’s descriptions, just didn’t interest me. However, the 11th novel in the series, A Study in Sable, caught my attention because it involves Sherlock Holmes, and John and Mary Watson, both of whom, in this universe, are Elemental magicians - and have had to keep their activities more or less secret from Holmes, who is, of course, a sceptic. It’s rather fun watching Holmes becoming slowly convinced that there are, in fact,some powers and abilities he knows nothing of, and slowly come to see how they may be useful to his investigations.

A Study in Sable also involves three other main characters, Sarah, a gifted medium, her friend and partner Nan, a telepath and psychometrician, and their ward, the child Suki who is a former street urchin, and, like Nan, a telepath.

In this tale, a case that intrigues Holmes, one that involves a young woman who apparently ran off to Canada with her lover, intersects with a case that Sarah is hired to deal with, the haunting of a melodramatic opera singer who, coincidentally, is the sister of the missing girl who is the focus of Holmes’ attention.

The main plot is quite interesting, and offers some surprising twists on its way to a satisfying conclusion. However, I found the novel somewhat marred by a few self-contained incidents that added nothing to the unravelling of the main plot, and seemed to serve solely to show Watson and his wife working in concert with Sarah, Nan, other magic holders - and other creatures not human.

The 12th installment of the series, A Scandal in Battersea, brings Sarah and Nan together with Holmes again. This time, the threat to England is first revealed in the terrifying dreams of a young woman of good family being cared for in a genteel home for the insane. When John and Mary Watson, along with Nan and Sarah, do their standard Christmas duty of visiting the madhouses to see if any of the poor souls are actually psychics or potential magicians put away because of the strangeness of their perceptions, they discover that young Amelia is a clairvoyant, and that her visions are of a horrendous being from another universe that is preparing to break through into our own. Though they cannot discover who is the human magician working to bring the monster through the gate, they soon realise that he is kidnapping other young women as sacrifices - some disappear altogether, others are found, with their minds empty and their souls beyond even the reach of Sarah’s mediumistic talents. Calling on all their allies, they race against time to prepare for the breakthrough of the creature before all is lost.

There are very strong Lovecraftian overtones to this story, from the somewhat mediocre magician lured into following the rituals in a mysterious book, to the other-dimensional nature of the monster and its mostly glimpsed, never fully described nature.

These are not my most favourite enlargement to the vast corpus of Holmes-insired work, but they are still quite enjoyable on their own merits - indeed, they would work as well with some other intelligent but otherwise ordinary human being in the roles that Holmes portrays. But it wouldn’t be quite as much fun, I suppose.
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It may seem odd to begin a discussion of a biography of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, with a proclamation of my deep and abiding interest in her cousin Elizabeth I of England, but the truth is that fate and the shifts of European politics bound the two together from the day Elizabeth took the crown, and there’s no discussing one eithout considering the other. That two such iconic women should have ruled the neighbouring kingdoms of England and Scotland for a period of time, when reigning queens were rare, is a remarkable fact in itself. That they should be cousins and the Maey should have a claim to Elizabeth’s throne is ironic, though not unusual, given the way that royal women were traded in marriage at the time.

But there it is. Elizabeth, her life, her reign, her thoughts and politics and achievements, has long been one of my deep fascinations. I read novels and histories about her, I watch movies and miniseries, and carp about the inaccuracies and the things that get missed. She was a great ruler, but not always a good person. I recognise that.

Because I have been so drawn to Elizabeth, I have often to some extent ignored the intricacies of the life of Mary Stuart. I know that fans of Elizabeth often demonise or minimise Mary - something I don’t do, even though I haven’t found her as interesting or inspiring - but I don’t know as much about her as I should, given how much the thought of her, her sovereignty in Scotland, her ties with France, her claim to the English throne, her popularity among die-hard English Catholics and her position as Europe’s last hope of bringing England back to the Roman church, influenced Elizabeth’s domestic and foreign policy.

So, I’m reading John Guy’s well-regarded recent biography of the Scottish Queen, called, not surprisingly, Queen of Scots. I haven’t kept up with new scholarship regarding Mary, and I think it’s time I took a look at a good and fair interpretation of her life and reign - since much of what I consume about the period comes from the camp of Elizabeth’s supporters, and is often not unbiased toward Mary.

One of Guy’s themes is to refute the oft repeated aphorism that Elizabeth ruled from the head and Mary from the heart. Again and again, he notes where Mary’s policies were based in thoughtful statecraft - though often lacking in full knowledge of the motivations of others, especially her powerful French relatives, the de Guises, while Elizabeth made policy based on her affections for her favourites, or her fears of becoming a target of a named heir. Both women had moments of great success, and great failure. The difference in their fates lay less in the their abilities and skill at governing, than the kinds of difficulties they faced, their political enemies, and the resources they had to call on - and the nature of the political climate in their respective realms. And for Mary, the fact that she faced, for most of her adult life, not fully aware of the degree of the opposition, the active enmity of one of the more devious political minds of the age, William Cecil, Queen Elizabeth’s senior advisor for most of her reign. Not even Elizabeth, Guy argues, was aware if the degree to which Cecil manipulated communications between them, and interfered in the internal clan politics of Scotland to Mary’s detriment.

Cecil had his reasons, of course. He was devoted to Elizabeth and concerned about the preservation of her life and reign, and he was committed to the maintenance of the Protestant Reformation in England. From the first day that the teenaged Mary, a Catholic, and Queen of France and Scotland, made her claim to be queen of England as well, Cecil counted her as one of the greatest threats to both Elizabeth and to a Protestant England. This was perhaps her greatest misfortune.

Mary’s life can be divided into three very different phases - her life in France as dauphine and queen, her life in Scotland as the reigning Queen, and her life in England as the prisoner of Elizabeth. It is interesting to note that each shift in her life was precipitated by the deaths of several people close to her. Perhaps this is not so unusual, when one studies the lives of hereditary rulers - deaths within their own families, and the families if other dynastic rulers, would inevitably change the political landscape, but still, it is one of the ways of marking the phases of her life, beginning with the death if her father, James V of Scotland, which made her queen when she was but six days old.

Guy is meticulous in his account of the various political milieus in which Mary found herself in each period of her life. In her youth, France, her role as dauphine and later queen, and her relationships with the royal family, and her powerful de Guise relations, predominate. For much of this time, while she was the annointed queen of Scotland, the country was ruled by a shifting combination of Scottish lords, most notably James Stuart, her older, illegitimate half-brother, a string and ambitious man, and by her mother Marie de Guise, James V’s widow and a formidable woman in her own right, especially when backed by the influence of the de Guises and the military power of France. Mary was educated in France, and along with the royal children, received an education appropriate for a prince. She studied languages, history, philosophy and the classics, and was a competent scholar, though lacking the brilliance and discipline of her lifelong rival Elizabeth of England.

During this period, little was demanded of her, except that she be elegant and regal in her manner and appearance. French queens did not rule; and the dominant women of the court, The Queen, later Queen Mother Catherine Medici, and the King’s mistress Diane de Poitiers, were strong personalities with well-established spheres of influence.

When her husband, King Francis, died following a severe ear infection, Mary, as Dowager Queen of France, had no real place at the French court. Her mother had died a few months earlier, and Mary was now 18, of an age to rule Scotland in her own name. She returned to her homeland, utterly unprepared for the delicate balance between the various factions, both clan and religious. France was still at this tie an absolute monarchy; but kings in Scotland had long been required to negotiate their policies with the great lords. While Mary faced a steep learning curve, as Guy pints out, she did reasonably well at managing the lords, and maintaining peace between Catholic and Protestant. Where her policies failed utterly, again and again, were in her attempts to arrange a mutually satisfactory relationship with Elizabeth. Ironically, Elizabeth actually tended to favour Mary as the most logical successor should she die childless - she simply did not, as she said repeatedly, with to prepare her own winding sheet by naming an heir and creating conditions where plot in favour of her successor might flourish - as had happened during the reign of her own sister Mary Tudor, when she was the declared successor and the focus of suspicion from Mary, and plots from unhappy factions within England. However, whenever it seemed there was a chance of a breakthrough, Guy argues that Cecil was there to create suspicion and muddy the negotiations.

However, Mary ruled with some success until the disaster of her marriage with Henry Lord Darnley. Elizabeth had suggested that if Mary were to choose as a husband an English nobleman of whom she approved, obstacles to the succession might be removed. Elizabeth suggested her own favourite, Robert Dudley. Mary was deeply offended, and instead offered marriage to Darnley, then in Scotland with his father, the Earl of Lennox.

Darley was a provocative choice. Catholic, of both English and Scottish nobility, and cousin to both Mary and Elizabeth, marriage to Darnley united two dynastic claims on the English throne. Unfirtunately, Darnley was also a wastrel, a sexual libertine, and an arrogant man of limited ability who sought the power of being King of Scotland. Although he was never granted to criwn matrimonial, he behaved as though he was King of Scotland in his own right, eventually organising a coup against Mary in which her freedom was briefly curtailed, and one if her trusted friends and advisors, David Rizzio, murdered before her eyes. Her escape came at yhe hands of the man who would become her third husband, James Bothwell, a powerful but not popular border lord. Darnley’s primary achievement was to father the future James VI before falling seriously ill from syphillis. While separated from Mary and receiving treatment for his condition, Darnley was murdered by an alliance of Scottish lords that included most of the great magnates, including Bothwell. It was this death that triggered the collapse of Mary’s reign and her exile and imprisonment in England. Most observers suspected Bothwell’s involvement, and indeed, Mary herself was rumoured to have had a hand in planning the murder. Mary made matters worse by allying with Bothwell, as she had come to see him as a protector and defender. The ambitious Bothwell abducted Mary, and by some method - some say persuasion, others rape, persuaded her to marry him. The lords united against them, Bothwell was captured and sent into exile, Mary essentially imprisoned in one of the royal castles. After some months, she escaped and fled to England where she hoped to find financial and military support to retake her throne. Instead, the rumours of her involvement in Darnley’s murder, bolstered by the production of the famous Casket Letters, supposedly letters written by Mary to Bothwell, which purported to prove her role, resulted in her detainment. A commission was called to investigate her role , but it was never completed. Instead, she was held in English castles under close observation, in varying degrees of severity and suspicion, for the remainder of her life, a situation that suited both Elizabeth and Mary’s brother James, who ruled on behalf of the minor James VI.

Guy spends considerable time examining the evidence contained in the Casket Letters - which no longer exist as original documents, only as transcriptions and translations from William Cecil’s paper. He makes a convincing case that the evidence was fabricated, largely from drafts of legitimate letters written by Mary, but to other people, or to Bothwell but at other times, with brief incriminating passages forged to make them appear to be letters to Bothwell written before the murder.

Whether Mary was involved or not, her life as a queen and free agent was over. For the remainder of her life - 18 years - she would live as Elizabeth’s prisoner until finally, her implied consent to the details of the Babington plot to assassinate the English Queen led to her conviction and execution, in spite of Elizabeth’s reluctance to act against an anointed queen, even one who was willing to see her dead.

I very much enjoyed Guy’s clear and detailed examination of Mary’s life, and it left me with a greater understanding of both iconic queens.
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In the Company of Sherlock Holmes, edited by Laurie King, is a rather entertaining anthology of short fiction inspired by the Conan Doyle stories. There us, of course, a wide range of approaches, some of which feature Holmes and Watson themselves, others which reveal the exploits of characters based on Holmes and his venerable associate, or other key characters from the stories.

Some are very closely inspired indeed - such as “The Memoirs of Silver Blaze,” by Michael Sims, a close retelling of “The Adventure of Silver Blaze” from the point of view of the horse in question - while others draw on the spirit of deduction to create a completely new set of characters and situations. Some I found less than inspiring, such as “Doctor Watson’s Casebook,” by Andrew Grant, a reworking of Hound of the Baskervilles as a series of entries in a social media app. And for me, one story - “The Adventure of the Laughing Fisherman” by Jeffery Deaver - delivered the brilliance and unexpected twist - though without the supernatural elements - of Neil Gaiman’s brilliant “A Study in Emerald.”

Some were profoundly moving, including John Lescroart’s “Dunkirk,” a taught narrative of one of the many small boats that took part in the evacuation of Dunkirk, this one with a volunteer crewman, an old but still hale civilian named Sigerson, of Sussex Downs. And then there’s the heart-breaking “Lost Boys,” by Cordelia Funke, that imagines an all-too-likely reason behind so many of the peculiarities, and defenses, of Holmes.

All in all, a decent collection, with, I expect, something for everyone who loves Holmes.


*This anthology contains 15 stories, five written by women, nine written by men, and one written by a woman and a man.
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In a near-future America wracked by civil war, wounded army doctor Janet Watson, a surgeon who no longer has two flesh and blood arms with which to operate, heads to Washington. In addition to the physical trauma of her injury and the retrofitted prosthesis that doesn’t quite work right, she is dealing with the knowledge that her final military action was a shameful one, its veterans viewed with disgrace. Battered by war, without a promise of work or the skills she was trained in, alone in a city that distrusts veterans and dies not seem too fond of black people who appear homeless or out of work, Watson’s immediate future seems bleak. Then, a chance encounter with another veteran she once treated leads to an opportunity to share an astonishingly inexpensive apartment with the unnerving and enigmatic Sara Holmes, a brilliant, aristocratic, apparently wealthy, black woman who diagnoses Watson’s trauma and insecurities on the spot, and then challenges her to share the apartment.

This is the opening to Claire ODell’s Holmesian science fiction novel A Study in Honor.

Watson’s life with Holmes is indeed a challenge for her. Holmes gives peremptory instructions, never consults Watson, has strange visitors, and generally behaves in an enigmatic and annoying fashion. She takes Watson out to dinner on occasion, gives her expensive gifts, at times almost appears to be courting her in a peculiar fashion. Watson is by turns curious, angry, resentful, and bewildered. She finally wrests a minimum of information from Holmes, who acknowledges that she is government agent, but can say no more fir security reasons.

Meanwhile, Watson struggles with PTSD and her job as a med tech at the VA, where her medical skills are barely utilised - she essentially does initial intake interviews with each patient and records the information in the VA files. She’s frustrated by the inadequate care the veterans receive, and by her inability to be a doctor, to order tests and make the attempt to find out whether there is anything to be done for the people she sees again and again.

Everything changes when Belinda Diaz, a patient that Watson has seen repeatedly, been deeply concerned about, and risked her job to order diagnostic tests for, dies suddenly. Watson digs into the records to see if the death was preventable, but fails to find any indication of the tests she herself ordered. On her way home that night, she’s attacked, almost killed, but Holmes appears unexpectedly, saving her life.

If there was any doubt that the two events were connected, that vanishes when Holmes discovers that three other veterans from Diaz’ unit died the same week. Holmes, with Watson in tow, makes a flying weekend trip to Miami and Michigan, where the other deaths occurred. When they return, Watson reports for work, to learn she has been ‘fired with cause’ - which they are not required to explain.

As they investigate, Holmes and Watson are drawn deeper into a conspiracy that reaches into dangerous places in government, industry and the military. It’s a complex plot, and, like some of the investigations the original Sherlock undertakes for Mycroft, ends up being too politically sensitive for the truth that Holmes and Watson uncover here to be revealed. But through it all, a solid partnership is forged between Holmes and Watson - who ends up getting a real job as a respected surgical specialist, and a brand new prosthesis that will allow her to work with confidence, as a thank you from an intelligence agency that cannot acknowledge what she’s done in any other way.

And yes, the door is open for more of Sara Holmes and Doctor Janet Watson, and I dearly hope that O’Dell is inclined to write it, because these are wonderfully developed characters, clearly inspired by Conan Doyle’s heroes, and yet equally clearly their own fully realised selves. And who doesn’t need a black, female, Holmes and Watson duo in their lives?

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