160 pages, Mass Market Paperback
Published August, 1979 by DAW
How had I never read Tanith Lee? I mean, I had read stories here and there. They were great. Her reputation was sky-high. I opened the library app and put this one on hold. Was it the best choice to start with? Somehow told me I have many better works to read in the future, so we will see. I did like this one, so I will read on.
My first impression of Lee’s writing is that it is more lush and beautiful prose than I expect from New Wave-era science fiction that feels like it is gothic and from an older era. The world-building is well done, but not subtle, despite heavy-handed use of made-up words and measurements like Sevenday of the First Dek on the Calendar-dial. January 7th? It flows mostly invisibly in the flowery prose. The story was an inventive twist on a Frankenstein-like mad scientist story that plays well with themes that feel more raw and real coming from a woman writing it. If this is not one of the better Tanith Lee’s novels, then I expect some seriously good works later.
Set in a far-future human colony world of Indigo, where most of the public is genetically engineered to be perfect. Magdala is a natural birth, the child of a prostitute and a John, so she feels she is ugly and a freak, not to mention the lowest of low class. This world is not so alien that we can’t recognize the E.C. (Earth Conclave), but it is an excellent SF setting.
The twist at the end that I won't explain plays with reality that is worthy of Brunner or PKD, but it would be fair to say Lee is a bit more talented writer on a word-to-word basis. The alchemy of who becomes successful is more than word to word of course. It is not just the twist; the setup of Magdala and her relationship after the consciousness transfer is ripe with drama. She has to keep her old body alive, and the question of who is alive and what is real grows out of this. “...Magdala, your consciousness has transferred wholly from your own unlovely head to a crystal conductor in the skull of a simulate woman. It’s a sensit dream, but, Christ, the most fantastic sensit of them all, Because this is real. You’ve got a body that factually be doing whatever you experience.”
She also realizes that Claudio, who looks like a savior, might not have her best interests in mind. He has a bit of a far-future tech-bro feeling. “Science was-is-his pastime. His only motive in becoming a scientist has been to stave off boredom.”
Magdala, not caring about her life, even after she gains beauty, gives her power with Caludio, who thinks he can control her. This future’s version of TV- Tri-V dramas also plays a role. After Magadala becomes a different person, her spongey relationship with reality blurs the line with the dramas she watches.
The ending might not work for everyone, but for the readers, it either totally makes the book amazing or nukes it, with very few opinions in between. In a novel about transformation and resurrection, reality is up for debate. This novel plays with themes spread across the various twists that have the effect of almost rebooting itself.
Great stuff, it is interesting to compare her style to other women active in SF at the time. Not as directly political as Leguin, not as experimental as Joanna Russ, or as adventure-minded as Leigh Brackett. The reality is that the women of the New Era all did a little bit of it. I suspect a few books from now, Tanith Lee will rank up there with the greats.
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