“The Child Dreams,” Sonya Dorman — A nice poem about girls escaping boundaries. “That Only a Mother,” Judith Merril — While our worries about nuclear war and its aftermath have subsided somewhat (although the current state of Russia makes one wonder), for a time in the 40s and 50s, it was household fodder. As one of the few women writing SF at the time, Merril tackled subjects men avoided: pregnancy, childbirth, and rearing. The mother in the story, unfortunately, does show an irrational tendency common to how male writers portrayed women, although in this case, there’s plenty cause. The ending is devastating and quite effective. “Contagion,” Katherine MacLean — I really enjoyed this story although it took a bit for it to get going and I won’t comment on the worldbuilding which reflects the ideas of the time. Instead, I’ll compare it to Philip K. Dick’s “Colony” in how it develops a situation into something creepy and uncanny, without all the death in MacLean’s case. I’ve read a number of stories by MacLean in the last couple of years and think it’s unfortunate how she’s been forgotten by most in the field, as her stories are easily some of the more thought-provoking ones from that time period. “The Wind People,” Marion Zimmer Bradley — I’m a tough critic of MZB for several reasons, some of it due to having submitted stories to her magazine only to receive rejections with personal notes that were neither kind nor constructive (the fact I can remember the phrasing of some of these after twenty years attest to their impact on me). I find the setup for this story to be facile and unbelievable, but the point of it is just to justify having this young mother and her child stranded, alone, on an alien planet. What follows from there is an ambivalent story about whether or not the woman is insane a la The Yellow Wallpaper. It’s well written, just not to my personal taste. “The Ship Who Sang,” Anne McCaffrey — I know I read this back when I was a teen, but I don’t remember much about it. It’s a wonderful tale, something similar to what James Tiptree, Jr. would write a decade later. A love story, of a kind, between brain and brawn, a spaceship and its human scout, and what happens when one of them eventually dies. Quite affecting and charming. Highly recommended, especially if all you’ve read by McCaffrey is her dragon tales. “When I Was Miss Dow,” Sonya Dorman — A new wave story in which aliens take on the forms of humans. The protagonist loses her—him—itself in the process, becoming connected with the scientist it works with. There’s lots of metaphor and analogy going on here, like any good New Wave story, but I’m old school and while I appreciate the style and the idea, the execution didn’t excite me much. “The Food Farm,” Kit Reed — I’ve read a bunch of strange stories in my time, and this has to take it’s place as one of the strangest. I’m not even sure where to begin to describe this story about a woman and the singer she adores, that the nation adores, and how all he wants is the largest woman possible, and she could have been it, except her parents send her to a food rehab school, which upsets her ability to eat and now she’s all about creating some other woman for him, so he will sing again. Everything about this story is weird: the food fascination, the hold the singer has, what it all means. It’s fascinating, but I’m not sure I liked it much. “Baby, You Were Great,” Kate Wilhelm — This is a pretty high concept story, but Wilhelm focuses on the characters more than the concept and that makes it work. The idea: a scientist figures out how to record emotions from someone and transmit those to an audience. So, instead of watching and listening to an actor, you get to feel. This, of course, means actors have to actual feel things, thus presaging the whole “reality television” phenomena by a couple of decades. The problem is finding “actors” who can actually pass on emotions, and then, to feed a voracious audience, provide that actor more opportunities to feel different ones, including the ones you might not want to experience, for some people do like to experience fear or worse. The motivations of the characters here make for a fascinating study. Recommended. "Sex and/or Mr. Morrison," Carol Emshwiller — A well-done character study of how little we know about others, and ourselves. “Vaster than Empires and More Slow,” Ursula K. Le Guin — This is big idea SF: a mind that is made up of all the plant life on one world. What would that mind think? What would it think when it “felt” people on it, among it, when it had never encountered anything other than itself before. Le Guin’s way of getting to this idea, and examining it, is fairly unique as well. The survey ship is made up of ten people, one of which is an empath who the others immediately take a dislike to creating a very untenable grouping. But that’s necessary to get to the understanding of what the planet is like. The ending is somewhat hand-waving, but Le Guin’s style makes this a very compelling story. “False Dawn,” Chelsea Quinn Yarbro — I’m somewhat a fan of Yarbro’s, having discovered her Saint Germain books while in high school. But this is the exact kind of post-apocalypse story that I dislike greatly, wherein the survivors are just animals in a very dog-eat-human world. Not my thing at all. “Nobody’s Home,” Joanna Russ — I’m not totally sure I understand this story. In the future, the population has been reduced (doesn’t say how) and people’s intelligences have been enhanced. Matter transmitters allow people to flit over the world, so that they could watch the sunrise 22 times in one day if they wanted to. Work is accomplished by tax, but really, everybody is free to do what they want to do. Monogamous relationships have changed into family groups, that bond and unbond frequently. (The depiction of this hedonism is close to Michael Moorcock’s Dancers at the End of Time books.) Into the protagonist’s family marries Leslie Smith, who is stupid, i.e., the intelligent equivalent of you and I. She can’t get the jokes of the others, makes mistakes, and doesn’t really have anything going for her. And…that’s the story. I sense that it may have been meant as a condemnation of our current social mores, depicting a utopia that, like any good utopia, always has an unravelling thread. Interesting, but… “Of Mist, and Grass, and Sand,” Vonda N. McIntyre — We talk a lot in SF about worldbuilding, the creation of a unique setting for a book that is different from the world we live in. Of course, there’s always some connection to our world, for it would be impossible to understand a world that was completely new, but good worldbuilding is about changing enough for us to find a new way to examine our own thoughts and beliefs. This story by McIntyre does that splendidly and does it by showing you the world, never telling you. When writing teachers advise students to “show, don’t tell,” they should use this story as an example. Snake, the protagonist, is a healer, but of a different group than the family and sick child, and that means they struggle to understand even though they’ve asked for her help. Highly recommended.