A review by terrypaulpearce
Her Smoke Rose Up Forever by James Tiptree Jr.

5.0

In places this is hard going, but three-quarters of the best books are. And this is one of the best. I have no idea how people didn't clock sooner that James Tiptree Jr. wasn't a man, because I'm not sure I've read much fiction, let alone sci-fi, that's more staunchly feminist and more obviously borne of having lived experience of being a woman in modern Western society.

But that (although great) is not what makes this collection great. The imagination is the primary thing. Such a great sci-fi mind... the fact that she dreamed these up implies that she has some deep psychic connection with the universe. So many are jaw-dropping twists on humanity's relationship to life, death and the cosmos, but without being twisty for twisty's sake. How more of these are not movies I have no idea. She has better ideas than the much-filmed Dick (on the whole), and her prose is much, much better.

Maybe she's not more filmed because she's so dark, and so sexual. Actually, now I think about it, that really could be it. Every story is more or less about sex, or death, or sex and death. Which is another great thing about this collection.