Slow River — Nicola Griffith

Cover of Slow River


Slow River
Nicola Griffith
343 pages
published in 1995

Everybody knows about the Bechdel test now, don’t they? Introduced in Dykes to Watch out For, it’s a test to see if a given story meets a minimum feminist standard: a) does it have at least two women, who b) talk to each other about c) something else than a man? It’s a good way to think differently about the movies you see or the books you read, to see how common it is for a story to have only male characters, or only a token female character, sometimes as prize for the hero. Having a story with only male characters is normal, having one with all or majority female characters is the outlier, can get you shoved into a women only ghetto like romance or feminist literature.

This is true in science fiction as well as mainstream literature, which made reading Nicola Griffith’s Slow River so interesting. It’s her second novel, also the second of her’s I’ve read and like the first, the cast is almost exlusively female. But where that one was set on a planet where men had died off due to some handwaved plague, this one takes place in near-future English city that for once isn’t London. I’m not sure whether Nicola Griffith made this choice of cast deliberately, or it just happened naturally because of the story she wanted to tell, but it works.

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Hello Mary Sue, goodbye heart

Rhiannon at Feminist Fiction makes an interesting and important point about the idea of the Mary Sue:

And even though I hear the term “Mary Sue” all the time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen or read about a female James Bond, or a female Indiana Jones, or a female Bruce Wayne. At least not in adult fiction. The idea is almost inconceivable, because female characters are already despised and dismissed for far more realistic flaws, like being too well-liked, too successful or too favored by the narrative. So the Doctor in Doctor Who swans around saving the universe and being loved by everyone he meets, but Rose Tyler is a Mary Sue because the Doctor falls in love with her. No medieval knight is called a Marty Stu, but Alanna in Tamora Pierce’s Tortall series is dismissed because she fights gender conventions to become one. Harry Potter is the youngest seeker in 100 years, not to mention the Chosen One, but Ginny Weasley is a Sue because she’s also talented at Quidditch, has a talent for a particular hex and eventually married her childhood crush. Any time a female character becomes important in the narrative, or loved by an idolized male character, or seems to lack humility and sweetness, someone will disparage her as a Mary Sue. And it creates a painful mixed message about the kind of female characters the world wants to see. They can’t be weak and silly and unimportant, but they can’t be too strong, too important, too appealing as role models and heroes to female viewers. They must remain in a safe, unthreatening middle ground.

The Mary Sue is an idea invented in Star Trek fan fiction circles, sometime in the late sixties/early seventies. This was arguably the first media based fandom, the first fandom to be dominated by women and the first in which fan fiction, stories written by fans based on the show, were a huge and important part of that fandom. It’s where slash was invented, the ancestor of all fan fiction fandoms. In that context, the Mary Sue was invented as the name for the new, somewhat too perfect ensign that joins the Enterprise, wins the hearts of both Kirk and Spock, can beat the latter in logic puzzles and the former in bravery, knows more about medicine than Bones, more of engines than Scotty, is loved and adored by everyone, but often dies tragically and above all is a standin for the author.

As with many critical terms divorced from their original context, its meaning has slipped to the point where, as Rhiannon notes, it can be used as a slur against any female character somebody dislikes for being too good, when the same perfection would go unnoticed in a male character.

Male characters can be Mary Sues as well of course; one could argue James Bond was one for Ian Fleming in the same way Harriet Vane was for Dorothy Sayers: an obvious author standin. In Fleming’s case, to live the life of adventure he himself wanted, in Sayers case because she had fallen in love with her own creation, Lord Peter Wimsey. Sometimes these are called Marty Stu rather than Mary Sue, but that is a much rarer term. As seen from both of these examples, a Mary Sue is not necessarily a bad character, but it is the sort of character used more by bad writers…

What Rhiannon sees, that difference in how male and female characters are often judged, where it’s much more acceptable for a male character to be a (male) wish fulfilment fantasy than it is for a woman to be a (female) wish fulfilment fantasy, is important. But perhaps we shouldn’t blame it on the poor old Mary Sue, who really is pretty harmless.

We Who Are About To… — Joanna Russ

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We Who Are About To…
Joanna Russ
170 pages
published in 1975

We Who Are About To… is arguably Joanna Russ’ most famous and controversial novel after The Female Man. That novel became famous because of its outspoken feminism, still rare in science fiction at the time; if we’re honest, still somewhat rare today. We Who Are About To… comitted a greater sin however, by attacking the optimistic, can do attitude of classic science fiction, the belief that any adversity can be overcome by man’s unique fighting spirit. It’s not just that the protagonist doesn’t win in the end; even Asimov the arch-optimist had written “Founding Father” ten years earlier, a story in which four astronauts fight but fail to terraform a planet before it kills them. No, the real problem is that she rejects the choice out of hand and choses not to fight, not even to try.

That of course went against the grain, with plenty of science fiction fans being outraged about it, if I can believe the contemporary fan publications. But We Who Are About To… is about more than just rejecting science fiction’s traditional morality, it’s also a novel about how die. Slightly over half way through the story the central conflict of whether or not to fight has already been resolved, in favour of not to. The rest of the story is all about how you die. This part of the book has received less attention than the first half.

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Ray Bradbury

I’ve thought more about Ray Bradbury this past week than I’ve done for years. Bradbury was a writer I read quite a lot from when I was a child first discovering science fiction, through short story collections like R Is for Rocket. Judging from the various online obituary and remembrance threads I’ve seen, I’m not the only one for whom he was important in kickstarting their sf interest.

Which is fitting, as Bradbury is of course the writer who first put childhood into science fiction. He made small town, white picket fenced America seem as exciting and glamourous as outer space, while making all the paraphernalia of science fiction (rockets and Mars and aliens) a familiar part of everyday sububurban life. Like Roald Dahl he was great at telling adult stories for children, matter of fact if slightly patronising at times.

What set him apart from other science fiction writers was the strong nostalgia that drenched his work; not that others don’t indulge in nostalgia sometimes, but with Bradbury it was a full time pre-occupation. At heart, Bradbury was a reactionary writer and nostalgia was how he channeled it. Remember a few years ago when a rare interview revealed him as a cranky, bitter Fox News watching old man? That couldn’t have been a surprise to anybody who took a close look at his fiction. In almost every story there’s this hankering for a barely remembered, never existed golden past, when America was innocent and every summer a golden one, before progress ruined everything. He never believed in science and progress as other sf writers did; it almost always ended up in tears in his work (the automated house still going after the nuclear holocaust) or at the cost of our humanity, as in that story where the first astronauts on Mars burn the last few existing novels in the world.

Luckily, while his personal polical opinions might have been nasty, this reactionary, nostalgic streak in his fiction just helped created some of the best American fabulation ever written.