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McIntyre is not a prolific writer of short fiction, and indeed has only one
collection to her name. Drawing together
short stories, novelettes, and novellas published between 1971 and 1979, Fireflood and Other Stories nevertheless
is a quality selection. Zoning in on McIntyre’s penchant for intense,
dark stories with human pain and transcendence at their core, it is a shame the
collection is out of print.
Fireflood opens with the title story, and brings to light
the strongest theme of the collection: oppression and freedom from it. It tells the story of Dark, a human modified
with scales and claws to be able to tunnel and dig. Fleeing her captors at the outset, she
attempts to use her talents, as well as cooperate with other modified humans,
to not only flee, but escape permanently.
The conclusion is as implicating as is possible in storytelling. (A commonly used methodology in the stories to come, McIntyre often truncates the climax, implying the denouement rather than presenting it.) “The End’s
Beginning”, though set in an ocean and ostensibly featuring a sentient dolphin,
nevertheless finds humanity oppressing a species which likewise desires
permanent escape.
The
subjugation also occurring in the form of nature, “Wings” and “The Mountains of
Sunset, the Mountains of Dawn” feature the same flying species (which may or
may not be bio-modified humans) for whom death is a beautiful act that must be
enacted according to a certain ritual once a certain point in life is reached. The first story tells of an old, crippled
flyer who helps a rebellious youth recover from a broken wing in a temple. The second tells of the species in space
ship, searching for a new planet to call home.
The oldest flyer, who has lived beyond her years, yearns to fly in real
air one last time before dying. The
approach of a youth changes everything for her.
Both painful, touching stories, they are some of the strongest in the
collection.
Later
expanded into the award winning novel Dreamsnake,
“Of Mist, and Grass, and Sand” is the emotionally powerful beginning of the
story of Snake. A healer in a
post-apocalyptic world, she uses her three pet snakes to create cures and
medicines. Helping a an ill village boy
one evening, a tragic misunderstanding by the boy’s parents turns Snake’s life
upside down. Perhaps the best story in
the collection, “Of Mist, and Grass, and Sand” exemplifies the emotional intensity
that characterizes the collection, and tells a gripping story in the process.
Fireflood, as with all of McIntyre’s fiction, is written
in a brooding, pulsing prose that drops the reader into a setting with little
to orient themselves save the words on the page. The following paragraph opens the slave story
“Spectra”:
“I am dreaming. I
reach out for something I have lost, something beautiful. I cannot remember
what it is, but I know that it is there. Sounds echo in the background. My
hands are stopped. I push against the barrier, straining, helpless. I open my
eyes to darkness, and remember. I am lying in my sleeping place, with my hands
pressed hard against the ceiling just above me, as if I could push it away and
be free again. My hands move across the smooth cold surface to corners, as far
apart as the width of my shoulders, down the walls to the narrow spaces at my
sides. My hands stop, and I lie still.”
The story
which follows is only a more claustrophobic, unsettling experience.
Keeping
with the ‘human in slavery’ theme, the novella Screwtop tells of the Kyris, a prisoner on Redsun working the
titular mine. Stephen Baxter’s Raft later borrowing elements of the
working conditions, life on the humid, perpetually dark planet is a nightmare,
and only her two friends, Gryf and Jason, keep her sane and give purpose to
life. The escape of Screwtop certainly more figurative than literal, it is a subtle
story that tears at the heart. (See here for a more in-depth review of Screwtop on Science Fiction and Other Suspect Ruminations.)
The last
two stories in the collection examine the manner in which biological
enhancement separates the modified from the unmodified, and contrastingly, what
human elements remain. “The Genius
Freaks” is the story of a test tube baby raised with superior intellect. The advantage not all it’s cracked up to be,
the woman looks to escape her creators, meeting with life’s exigencies in the
process. The modification described in Aztecs is voluntary, but induces no less
pain. Laenae is a woman who wants to be
a deep space freighter pilot, but in order to do so must replace her heart with
a mechanical one which will survive the rigors of space. The operation successful, adjusting to the
transplant, both mentally and socially, proves to require more effort than the
decision itself—the novella a strong note on which to close the collection. (See here for a longer review on this blog.)
Though
there are several major themes running through the collection, it’s difficult
to pigeonhole Fireflood and Other Stories
into a particular sub-genre, and at times, even genre. Mood, emotion, and relationships with the
self and the others the focus, standard motifs and elements of the genre come
second. People and creatures dying to
break free from their environments or innate limitations, there is a lot of
biomodification (scales, eyes, wings, claws – animal tools) informing the
painful storylines. Often possessing an
aura of the surreal, each is imbued with melancholy and hurt, empathy simmering
even deeper. A writer who would later
influence Maureen McHugh (or at least so it appears given the similarities),
it’s a shame McIntyre’s collection has faded.The collection comes highly recommended for those who can get their hands on it.
The following
are the eleven pieces collected in Fireflood
and Other Stories:
“Fireflood”
“Spectra”
“Wings”
“The
Mountains of Sunset, the Mountains of Dawn”
“The End's
Beginning”
Screwtop
“Only at
Night”
“Recourse,
Inc”
“The
Genius Freaks”
I'm glad you enjoyed Screwtop as well! I really want to read some of her novels (namely, The Exile Waiting)---but, i'm tackling the work of Margaret St. Clair at the moment. Have you read any of her work? Mike at Potpourri loves St. Clair's short stories.
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