Heiresses of Russ 2011: The Year's Best Lesbian Speculative Fiction
JoSelle Vanderhooft, Steve Berman, Jewelle Gomez, Zen Cho
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Named one of the 2013 Over the Rainbow Project book list, sponsored by the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender Round Table of the American Library Association!
Welcome to a new annual anthology created in honor of the late Joanna Russ, American writer, academic, and feminist whose work shone brightly in the male-dominated field of speculative fiction of the latter part of the twentieth century.
Heiresses of Russ offers readers in one volume the best lesbian-themed tales of the fantastical and otherworldly published during the prior year. Editors JoSelle Vanderhooft and Steve Berman read countless books, periodicals, and webzines to collect a range of tales—from new voices as well as award-winning authors—that celebrate the spirit of Russ’s fiction: stories of sorceresses and spectral women, lost daughters and sisters of myth. The transformative power of the written word becomes magic and tests the boundaries of gender, identity, and a woman’s dreams.
Stories by Georgina Bruce, Jewelle Gomez, Michelle Labbé, Steve Berman, Rachel Swirsky, Ellen Kushner, Zen Cho, Csilla Kleinheincz, Catherine Lundoff, Nora Olsen, N. K. Jemisin
heroines. They find very few, but they know they are there, somewhere, hidden behind the flourished capes, buried beneath the piles of burnished trophies and medals won by men. “We could be lesbian heroines,” says Zillah. “We could be in a comic book.” “Artists are all sicko pervs,” says Joy. “You’re an artist,” says Zillah. She shows Joy what she’s reading, pushing the book over the table. It is Ursula Bluethunder, Zillah and Joy’s favourite comic book. Ursula Bluethunder is a radical black,
dropping by like this. I’d have called if…I had the number.” At that moment, Erica forgot the ten years that stretched between them, forgot the professional editor that she’d become and spoke her mind without hesitation or forethought. “Rashida Simmons, you get your ass in here right now! You’ve got some explaining to do!” She reached out with the strength born of desperation and yanked the other woman’s arm, pulling her inside. With shaking hands she locked the door behind her, sealing off any
dinner for you before you go. For old time’s sake.” Perhaps she could find a way to bring Rashida back to a little of her old, saner self, she thought. Or get her to spend the night. She squelched the second thought. The doorbell rang again and Erica rolled her eyes. “Let me just get rid of whoever it is and we can have a cozy chat. I’d really like to hear about what you’ve been up to.” At least I hope I’ll like it. She skirted around the statue as she headed for the front door. No point in
doing nothing for her good nature. “Well, hello there, neighbor. I didn’t mean to intrude—I was just hoping to get that recipe from you again, the one for that wonderful chicken dish you dropped off when I moved in. I seem to have misplaced the copy you gave me. But it can wait. I’ve got a frozen pot pie I can just heat up.” Alex gave her a look of pure longing that nearly made Erica roll her eyes before he turned away, shoulders slumped with rejection. Damn the man. “Wait a minute, Alex. We
“Felicia darlink, it’s me. Open up!” No one called her Felicia except her neighbors, who read the name off her mailbox. “Just a second,” Fell said. She flipped the lock and opened the door. Mrs. Sziemencewicz was waiting in the hallway. Mrs. Abreu from 3L stood beside her. The two women had become awfully chummy since the disaster started. Fell couldn’t remember them ever talking before. It seemed that catastrophe really did bring people together in mutual aid. At least until the