Friend Island

Francis Stevens

Description

Using the ambiguous pseudonym Francis Stevens, Gertrude Barrows Bennett emerged as the first major female writer to make a mark in the genre of science fiction and fantasy. The fascinating tale "Friend Island" imagines a time in the not-so-distant future when women have achieved dominance in every realm of society, from political power to family life.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781775562535
• Langue: English

Extrait

FRIEND ISLAND
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FRANCIS STEVENS
 
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Friend Island First published in 1918 ISBN 978-1-77556-253-5 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Friend Island
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It was upon the waterfront that I first met her, in one of the shabbylittle tea shops frequented by able sailoresses of the poorer type.The uptown, glittering resorts of the Lady Aviators' Union were notfor such as she.
Stern of feature, bronzed by wind and sun, her age could only beguessed, but I surmised at once that in her I beheld a survivor of theage of turbines and oil engines—a true sea-woman of that elder timewhen woman's superiority to man had not been so long recognized. When,to emphasize their victory, women in all ranks were sterner thantoday's need demands.
The spruce, smiling young maidens—engine-women and stokers of thegreat aluminum rollers, but despite their profession, very neat ingold-braided blue knickers and boleros—these looked askance at thehard-faced relic of a harsher day, as they passed in and out of theshop.
I, however, brazenly ignoring similar glances at myself, a mere maleintruding on the haunts of the world's ruling sex, drew a chair upbeside the veteran. I ordered a full pot of tea, two cups and a plateof macaroons, and put on my most ingratiating air.