Science fiction was one of my first loves. If you'd peeked into my room pretty much any afternoon when I was in school, you would have found me sprawled across the bed with my nose in a book, and it's quite likely it would have been sci fi. I couldn't have been more than seven or eight when I began exploring Eleanor Cameron's Mushroom Planet. Then I moved on to Heinlein's and Bradbury's visions of Mars (very different places!), and the world of Asimov's Foundation trilogy. I was in high school when I devoured Stranger in a Strange Land, fell head over heals for Valentine Michael Smith, and developed my enduring fascination with polyamory.
My
husband introduced me to Philip K. Dick, Stanislaw Lem and Fritz
Leiber. Then we became friends with a woman who taught English at a
local university. She organized a scifi reading group. What a
glorious year and a half that was! Every month we'd read a new book
and discuss it, over delicious potluck dinners (with a strong
emphasis on the desserts). I sampled a raft of new authors: Olivia
Butler, Greg Bear, Sheri S. Tepper, Pat Cadigan, Harry Harrison,
James Tiptree, David Brin... I was like a kid in a candy store!
I
discovered that I much preferred “soft” science fiction –
stories that start with some premise about society or history and
then explore the consequences. For example, The
Man in the High Castle,
which is the first Dick book I read, turns on the notion that the
United States and its allies lost World War II. The author then
proceeds to build a world in which the Japanese and the Germans have
divided up the American continent, and San Francisco is mostly Asian.
(Gee, sounds like the present!) Another favorite is A
Canticle for Lebowitz,
by Walter M. Miller, Jr. In a post-apocalyptic future, devout
communities of monks act as custodians for the mysterious knowledge
and artifacts of vanished civilization. One of the most sacred of all
texts is written in the hand of Saint Isaac Lebowitz and begins
“gallon of milk/loaf of bread/...” Then there's Kate Wilhelm's
The
Year of the Cloud.
I don't remember where I picked this novel up – it's obscure, far
less well known than her masterpiece Where
Late the Sweet Birds Sang – but
I remember now, decades later, how it impressed me. The earth passes
through a cloud of stellar dust. The dust has the effect of
“thickening” water, turning it from liquid to a kind of sludge.
Having posited this single fact, Wilhelm then proceeds to show how
this turns society upside down, as humans (over ninety percent H2O)
die and usable water becomes increasingly scarce. I found the book
chilling but totally plausible, once you had accepted the triggering
event.
So
when I began publishing, why didn't I write science fiction instead
of erotica? Partly because I didn't dare! I doubted my ability to
create a compelling yet believable alternative world. And I'd read so
much science fiction by then, I felt as though all my ideas would be
derivative.
Still,
I've been tempted – and once or twice, I've given in. Now, after
more than a dozen years as an author, I've published just two science
fiction erotic romances: a M/F/M ménage novella called Bodiesof Light
and my M/M novel Quarantine.
As you might guess, both fall into the “soft sci fi” category,
even though Bodies
of Light
is set on a starship hurtling toward a far galaxy.
Bodies
of Light
is about the non-corporeal nature of desire. Since my primary genre
is erotica/erotic romance, it's natural that the sci fi themes that
interest me relate to sexuality.
Physicist
Dr. Christine Monroe has devoted her lonely life to research on
hyper-space travel. Guilt about her continued failure leads her to
sign on to the Archimedes, a sub-light-speed mission aimed at
establishing a colony in the Sirius B system. When she wakes from
suspended animation, she discovers that the ship is wildly off course
and the rest of the crew are dead due to equipment failure. At first
she thinks the two handsome strangers who show up on the ship are
figments of her imagination - erotic hallucinations created by
isolation and stress. However, Alyn and Zed are solid, real, and
ready to sacrifice their lives for the strong woman they've found
stranded in deep space. As her ship begins to disintegrate, Christine
must choose between the planet she was sent to save and the two alien
beings she's come to cherish.
Quarantine
focuses on politics and prejudice. It takes place in a dystopian near
future, when all known homosexuals (identified by a genetic marker)
have been imprisoned in remote quarantine camps, ostensibly to
protect the general population from the plague the gays carry. After
seven years of confinement, inmate Dylan Moore will do anything for
freedom, including seducing Rafe Cowell, an ex-gang member sentenced
to a bleak stint as a camp guard.
Rafe
is H-negative. He figures the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218
masturbate on the surveillance cameras must be due to his loneliness
and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, however, he
finds he can't resist the other man's charm. By the time Dylan asks
for his help in escaping, Rafe cares too much for Dylan to refuse.
The novel follows the two men as they become fugitives, fighting murderous androids, homophobic ideologues and their own mutual distrust. Hiding in the Plague-ravaged city of Sanfran, Dylan and Rafe learn there's far more than their own safety at stake – that the lives of millions more people depend on their success in resisting the shadowy Guardians who control and manipulate what's left of American society.
The novel follows the two men as they become fugitives, fighting murderous androids, homophobic ideologues and their own mutual distrust. Hiding in the Plague-ravaged city of Sanfran, Dylan and Rafe learn there's far more than their own safety at stake – that the lives of millions more people depend on their success in resisting the shadowy Guardians who control and manipulate what's left of American society.
I'm
afraid that neither book will win a Hugo (although Bodies
of Light
received a Best Book award from Whipped Cream reviews). Nevertheless,
I'm incredibly proud that I've finally added my own visions to the
science fiction canon.
I’ve
accepted that no scifi I write is
going to be Philip K. Dick (though he might well have felt at home in
Rafe's and Dylan's world) – but it's my attempt to honor my life
long love.
I'm giving away a copy of Bodies of Light to one person who comments on this blog post. Tell me about your favorite sci-fi title - or just say hi! Don't forget to include your email address.
I'm giving away a copy of Bodies of Light to one person who comments on this blog post. Tell me about your favorite sci-fi title - or just say hi! Don't forget to include your email address.
3 comments:
I am glad you followed your love of sci fi. I have always wanted to read Quarantine but I never did. Bummer.
debby236 at gmail dot com
Hi, Debby -- well, if nobody else comments, I will send you a copy of Quarantine!
Better late than never, right? I'm also a huge sci-fi fan, but I've never been able to write anything in the genre. I have a couple of paranormal vampire romances. I'm working on a werewolf saga. But the only sci-fi I've ever written that I'm proud of, is a short story. An old professor wanted me to turn it into a novel. I still might, some day. But alas, like you, I fear my mind is so full of sci-fi ideas, I might end up copying someone else's thoughts. I envy you that you've managed to get 2 sci-fi novels pubbed.
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