Showing posts with label When Women Were Warriors. Show all posts
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Monday, September 12, 2011

Shadows of Aggar by Chris Anne Wolfe


THE RAINBOW READER WELCOMES YOU BACK TO THE REWIND SERIES

Shining A Spotlight On Amazing Books From The Last Few Years

With Special Guest Reviewer, CATHERINE M. WILSON, author of the WHEN WOMEN WERE WARRIORS trilogy

Book:  Shadows of Aggar
Author:  Chris Anne Wolfe
Publisher:  Orchard House Press

It is a gift when we see our own emotional lives illuminated — revealed and made understandable — by the simple device of setting us down in an unfamiliar place and time.

Shadows of Aggar is set on a pre-technological planet, the Aggar of the title, in a time when the Terran Empire is a powerful but somewhat distant presence. Charged with managing Aggar’s precarious relationship with the Empire, Aggar’s Council is faced with a situation that could result in war between the Empire and its enemy, the Alliance, a war that would be disastrous for anyone in the border zone between them, including Aggar.

A Terran pilot, fleeing from pursuing ships of the Alliance, has crashed on Aggar, in an area where the Council has little influence. The pilot has information that could prevent a war, so he must be rescued and returned to the Terran base. Instead of allowing the Terrans to search their territory, the Council decides to send a covert mission to find and rescue him.

Attached to the Terran base on Aggar are two Amazons, one of whom, Diana, is chosen for the mission. The Amazons were women from Earth who had colonized another planet and established their own society there. They too have managed to keep their independence from the Empire, and the Council considers an Amazon more trustworthy than one of the Terrans.

While most of the women of Aggar live in a society reminiscent of our pre-feminist past, Elana is different. Gifted with the ability to perceive a person’s amarin (aura) using her Blue Sight, she has been raised by the Council and trained to become a Shadow, someone who is destined to be partnered with another person in order to accomplish a vital mission. She is chosen to go with Diana.

I must admit I was impatient trying to follow all of this before I started to care about the characters, and I had to go back and reread much of the first few chapters to make sense of the story. There are also several intricate political plots and subplots, but I didn’t find them particularly interesting. What I found interesting is the relationship between Elana and Diana.

Diana sees Elana as a tool of the Council, meekly doing the bidding of those in authority. Elana sees herself as having freely chosen her role, considered by her culture to be an honorable one. Diana’s misinterpretation of Elana’s situation causes her to keep an emotional distance.

An added complication is that on Aggar sexual relationships between people of the same sex are not just disapproved of, but also feared, and Diana once employed a servant to whom she became attracted. As Diana’s servant, the woman had no option but to submit to whatever Diana asked of her. Because of Aggar’s patriarchal culture, the Amazons passed as men there, and it would have been perfectly acceptable for a man to sleep with his female servant. Diana’s servant knew that Diana was really a woman, and Diana was very much aware of her “silent terror” of what Diana might demand of her.

As an Amazon, Diana feels a sense of shame that she put another woman in that position, and therefore she resists her attraction to Elana. But Elana is not like the other women of Aggar. She feels the same attraction to Diana and can’t understand Diana’s reluctance to act upon what Elana, with the aid of her Blue Sight, knows Diana is feeling.

Most relationships begin with a misunderstanding, at least in fiction. Not realizing that Elana’s position as Shadow makes her different from the other women of Aggar, Diana assumes that she will not only fear an intimate relationship with another woman but that she has no will of her own and only does what the Council requires of her.

Although the place and time are unfamiliar to us, the stereotypes that have plagued women of our own time are clearly recognizable. Diana looks down on the “chattel-like women of this planet who exhausted so much energy in hiding their physical prowess.” Elana’s job as Shadow is to accommodate herself to her partner, to do whatever is needed to accomplish their mission, but Diana misinterprets this as mindless subservience. Suddenly we’re back in a dynamic we understand — the dominant man and his subservient woman — something that Diana, as an Amazon, rejects in principle.

What Diana fails to see is that being a Shadow is Elana’s vocation, something she was born to but that she also freely chose for herself. It’s the choice that makes the difference, and it takes Elana a long time to convince Diana that she is what she is and does what she does because it’s what she, Elana, wants — that it is, in fact, what gives her life meaning.

Shadows of Aggar was published in 1991, when the days of virulent lesbian/feminist separatism were not long behind us. The concept of woman as handmaiden had been discredited as a role imposed by patriarchal culture, leaving many women wondering why they felt as if something precious had been taken from them. In attempting to correct the oppressions of patriarchy, radical feminism tossed out a role that many women found both appropriate and empowering, and shades of that controversy emerge throughout Shadows of Aggar in conversations about consent, autonomy, and respect for the choices of others.

The ongoing dialog between the two women is the best part of Shadows of Aggar. Because of her Blue Sight, Elana has keen insight into what Diana is feeling, but often fails to understand the reasons why. Because the women come from two very different cultures, they must communicate on a basic level. Assumptions must be tested. Feelings and reactions must be made understandable within each woman’s cultural context. In a contemporary setting, this kind of analysis would feel like overkill, a caricature of the processing women tend to do in the context of an intimate relationship. In an alien setting, these conversations are both necessary and fascinating, and they reveal a great deal about the emotional life of women.

I give it a solid 5.0 out of 6 on Salem's Rainbow Scale.

A quick note from Salem:

“Shadows of Aggar” was nominated for a Lambda Literary award in 1991, but did not win.  Ms. Wolfe had a clear vision for the Aggar Series, and staunchly resisted any changes that would alter her intent to cast a different light on age-old plots and archetypal characters.  Her unique vision focused a fresh, bright light on the strength, beauty, desire, and joy of women in love.  When her original publisher no longer wanted to reprint the Aggar books, Ms. Wolfe signed with Orchard House Press, who released author-approved editions.   Not long after this book was published, Ms. Wolfe was diagnosed with cancer.  The Aggar series was meant to be a trilogy, however only “Shadows of Aggar” and the follow up, “Fires of Aggar” were ever published.  Orchard House Press will continue to donate a portion of the proceeds from the sale of all Chris Anne Wolfe books to cancer research.  The Orchard House Press website, http://www.orchardhousepress.com is still under construction, but these books can be purchased through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and a handful of other distributors.


Monday, August 15, 2011

When Women Were Warriors by Catherine M. Wilson


THE RAINBOW READER WELCOMES YOU TO THE REWIND SERIES

Shining A Spotlight On Amazing Books From The Last Few Years

With Special Guest Reviewer, BAXTER CLARE TRAUTMAN, author of The River Within

Trilogy:  When Women Were Warriors
               Book 1: The Warrior’s Path
               Book 2: A Journey of the Heart
               Book 3: A Hero’s Tale
Author: Catherine M. Wilson
Publisher: Shield Maiden Press


Have you ever been wandering about your day and been suddenly struck by a remembered fragment of dream? A fragment so curious you stopped to wonder, was that a dream, or did it really happen? Reading When Women Were Warriors felt much like walking through a half-realized dream – did Catherine M. Wilson make this up, or did this really happen?


When Women Were Warriors is fantasy, but reads like the best historic fiction. The tale isn’t set in a specific time - one assumes from the title that the time has passed, but it could well take place in the future, when “it is the custom that a free woman leave her mother’s house to bind herself and those of her blood to a neighboring clan, either by the sword or the cradle.”

That is what Tamras, the main character does, binding herself to the house of Lady Merin, where her mother and aunts were bound before her. Tamras becomes companion to Maara, a mysterious outsider from the North, with whom her alliances to House and clan are quickly tested. In choosing alliances, young Tamras has little to rely on other than instinct.

Tamras is innocent but not unwise. She doubts herself, and makes mistakes, albeit well intentioned mistakes, in the service of her enigmatic warrior, Maara. Indeed, much of the story’s tension revolves around Maara’s identity and intent. Who is she? Where does she come from? Who were her people? The screw turns tighter when Maara reports that warring Northern tribes plan to make a winter raid on the house of Merin. Sides must be chosen - to believe the stranger among them and prepare for war, risking entrapment and ambush, or ignore Maara’s warning and take the chance of being overrun?

As in the best mythic epics (think Beowulf, but comprehensible and with girls) Tamras’ subsequent initiation into the world of warriors is fraught with danger, mystery and sacrifice. Through trials and initiation, she is transformed from a child into a young woman of burgeoning wisdom.

I have to admit I was thrilled when Salem asked me to write a guest review. I must also admit that when she gave me my choice of novels, I was less than thrilled.

Aw, man, Baxter!  You make me sound like a blogging bully - for the record, I never threatened to take your milk money, I just grovelled unmercilessly. SW

Unless you stretch Stephen King into the category, I have never willingly read fantasy. Not my genre of choice. But I trusted Salem. If she said When Women Were Warriors was great then it must be great. My last admission? She was right.

Like the stories Tamras was told as a child, and that she passes on to her homeless warrior, Wilson’s tale is mythic. In the lyric voice of an ancient bard, Wilson has incorporated all the classic archetypes - the wise one, the innocent, the warrior, villain, hermit, and fool – in the time-honored duels of good and evil, pride and humility, heart and ego. Her tale is tender without being sappy, sad without being maudlin, passionate without sentimentality, and joyful without silliness.

Much of literature is grossly indulgent, with every desire immediately sated, each whim acted upon as quickly as it is conceived. One of the more endearing aspects of When Women Were Warriors is that it unfolds gradually. Love develops of testing, trust, and knowledge, not an itch. Healing takes place painfully, slowly, and imperfectly, not as a miracle cure. Much in Ms. Wilson’s story remains private, unspoken, or unseen, and her writing’s strength lies in the subtle use of what is not revealed. As in life, When Women Were Warriors is veiled in mystery, slowly revealing itself as Book I segues into Book II and then Book III.

I must also confess the title put me off a wee bit. I was afraid When Women Were Warriors might be a glorified tome for man bashing. Instead, this is a powerful tale of women’s wisdom, in which men have a significant and well-respected purpose. As Ms. Wilson explained, it makes sense that women be the fighters, because a woman who has carried a child “will hold life dear differently than someone who has not.”

Within her fabled kingdom (again, think Heorot, only ruled by girls) Catherine Wilson creates a magical sense of place, and of belonging to that place. Within that, she also tells how it feels to not belong, while reminding us it usually isn’t the place that won’t have us, but rather that we won’t have it. Ms. Wilson’s is a tale of bone wisdom. It whispers of what we remember when we sleep at night and dream. It calls us to remember that women had, and still have, a wise and powerful place in the world. Our only weakness is in forgetting that place.

When Women Were Warriors gets a dreamy 5.5 out of 6 on the Rainbow Scale. 

Salem never at any point threatened to take my milk money...however, the frozen chocolate-covered banana is another story! Seriously, I am indebted to you, Salem. Not only for the kick in my pink Spandex hot pants that catapulted me from my literary comfort zone, but for the opportunity to then rave about what you helped me discover. BCT