2 Novels by Joanna Russ
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Overview: Joanna Russ (February 22, 1937 – April 29, 2011) was an American writer, academic and feminist. She is the author of a number of works of science fiction, fantasy and feminist literary criticism such as How to Suppress Women’s Writing, as well as a contemporary novel, On Strike Against God, and one children’s book, Kittatinny. She is best known for The Female Man, a novel combining utopian fiction and satire.
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Picnic on Paradise
A new kind of sci-fi heroine, the tough-as-nails Alyx, is introduced in this Nebula Award finalist that Poul Anderson called an “extraordinary” novel.
Set in a semi-utopian world, Joanna Russ’s groundbreaking debut novel is the story of Alyx, a female soldier, survival guide, and agent of the Trans-Temporal Authority. Displaced in time from her ancient Greece, Alyx is tasked with safely leading a group of pampered human vacationers—including some unconventional nuns and a detached teenager known as the Machine—across an uninhabited scenic terrain to a relief station. But the journey proves more challenging than anticipated as they confront one another’s failings; the physical dangers of an icy, hostile wilderness; and Alyx’s own personal demons.
Souls
The Vikings thought the pickings would be easy–but the Abbess was more than she seemed.
The woman who had been Radegunde did not change; it was still Radegunde’s gray hairs and wrinkled face and old body in the peasant woman’s brown dress, and yet at the same time it was a stranger who stepped out of the Abbess Radegunde as out of a gown dropped to the floor. This stranger was without feeling, though Radegunde’s tears still stood on her cheeks, and there was no kidness or joy in her. She said in a voice I had never heard before, one with no feeling in it, as if I did not concer her or Thorvald Einarsson either, as if neither of us were worth a second glance:
"Thorvald, turn around.:
Far up the hall something stirred.
"Now come back. This way."
There were footsteps, coming closwer. Then the big Norseman walked clumsily into the room–jerk! jerk! jerk! at ever step as if he were being pulled by a rope. Sweat beaded his face. He said, "You–how?"
"By my nature," she said.
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