
C. L. Moore was an influential American author known for her pioneering contributions to the science fiction and fantasy genres. Born in 1911, she began her writing career in the 1930s, becoming one of the first women to gain recognition in a field predominantly occupied by men. Her early works, including the short story 'Shambleau,' introduced readers to her unique blend of science fiction and fantasy, characterized by strong female protagonists and richly imagined worlds. Moore's writing often explored themes of identity, love, and the human condition, setting the stage for future generations of writers in speculative fiction. Among her notable works, 'The Tree of Life' and 'Song in a Minor Key' showcase her ability to weave intricate narratives that challenge conventional storytelling. 'The Tree of Life' is particularly significant for its exploration of myth and the nature of existence, while 'Song in a Minor Key' highlights her talent for creating emotionally resonant characters. Moore's legacy is marked by her role as a trailblazer for women in speculative fiction, influencing authors such as Ursula K. Le Guin and others who followed in her footsteps. Her contributions continue to be celebrated for their depth and creativity, securing her place in the pantheon of great American writers.
“Joshua's ministry was three years of preaching, sometimes three times a day, and although there were some high and low points, I could never remember the sermons word for word, but here's the gist of almost every sermon I ever heard Joshua give.You should be nice to people, even creeps.And if you:a) believed that Joshua was the Son of God (and)b) he had come to save you from sin (and)c) acknowledged the Holy Spirit within you (became as a little child, he would say) (and)d) didn't blaspheme the Holy Ghost (see c)then you would:e) live foreverf) someplace niceg) probably heavanHowever, if you:h) sinned (and/or)i) were a hypocrite (and/or)j) valued things over people (and)k) didn't do a, b, c, and d,then you were:l) fucked””
“The explorers and the drifters and the spacehands are misfits mostly, and, therefore, men of imagination. The contrast between the rigid functionalism inside a spaceship and the immeasurable glories outside is too great not to have a name. So whenever you stand in a ship’s control room and look out into the bottomless dark where the blinding planets turn and the stars swim motionless in space, you are taking a walk down Paradise Street.””
“He shook his head at the bright world in the sky. He would have to get over the habit of regarding the heavens as a chart with a glittering pinhead for each planet, and so many thousand Thresholders, ex-Earth-born, bred for the ecology of alien worlds, pinned up there upon the black velvet backdrop for study and control. It wasn’t his problem any more.””