We are volcanoes.
When we women offer our experience as our truth,
as human truth,
all the maps change.
There are new mountains.
—Ursula K Le Guin

I took the October death of novelist Sheri S. Tepper hard. You couldn’t call her passing at 87 early or unnatural. And although she never achieved the star status of her literary equals, she was critically acclaimed, received numerous awards, and managed what many of us only dream of — making a living off her writing.

This is why I took her death hard: because as soon as I heard of her passing, I realized that I didn’t know she was still alive. And that it had been years since I’d looked for any of her books.

I hadn’t always been so lax about staying current with feminist fiction. Back when I was a young woman, those books meant everything to me. Tepper’s stand-alone novel, The Gate to Women’s Country, changed the way I saw the world. I devoured her novels, and those of her contemporaries — Atwood, Le Guin, Butler. I absorbed the lessons they had to teach me and then I moved on, thinking I didn’t need them anymore. And when my Harry Potter-obsessed daughter came of age, I never even thought to push Tepper her way. Things were getting better for women, right? She didn’t need that kind of education.

What do I mean by education?

I mean that Tepper, a lifelong women’s advocate and a passionate feminist, had something she wanted to tell us, something she hoped we’d open our eyes and minds to. But instead of sitting us down for a lecture about sexism, sexuality, patriarchy, and gender identity, she wrapped fantastical worlds around her ideas. We learned about our world and ourselves by reading about other worlds, other selves. She seduced us into opening our minds with the awesomely subversive power of speculative fiction.

So if I loved her and her like-minded fellow writers so much, why did I stop reading them? One simple answer. Because portrayals of women in speculative fiction got better. Much better. Instead of picking up a SF or fantasy novel and being put off by sexist depictions of women, I was thrilled by new worlds where women warriors or wizards weren’t anomalies, where female characters had equal (or greater) page time than their male counterparts, where they had stories and agency and didn’t exist to support the plot lines of men.

So what’s wrong with loving those perfect-world books?

Absolutely nothing. I adore them and will always want to read them. But when I reach the end and close the cover, I’m still living in this world, not a fictional one. I’m living in a world where women are routinely discriminated against, where we’re in danger. A world where the people who would oppress us have found new venues to do it in, and new methods to use. As much as I hoped it would be true for my daughter, we do not live in a post-sexism age. I’m not even sure the situation is any better than when I was a young woman.

We still desperately need feminist fiction.

So I’ve decided to revisit the genre of feminist speculative fiction here on Speculative Chic, and I’m hoping you’ll join in with your thoughts and perspectives.

What do I want to look at, and look for? Stories of gender identity and gender inequity. Classic gothic fiction and the freed power of the female ghost. Feminist writers of color, religion, and orientation. Comic books and graphic novels. Long series and short stories. Anything and everything speculative and feminist.

We’ll get to talking about Tepper eventually, but first let’s go back to where feminist speculative fiction started and examine two stories that challenged the concept of patriarchal societies. We’ll dive deep into utopian feminist SF — Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s 1915 Herland, and Muslim feminist author Rokeya Sakhawat Hussain’s The Sultana’s Dream, from 1905.

Both are quick, short reads and available as ebooks for under a dollar (editor’s note: you can find both books in one download for $0.99). I hope you’ll download, read, and join the discussion in December’s Changing the Map.