Grass (1989) by Sheri S. Tepper

Grass1A planet of rainbow meadows! Rippling grass plains of psychedelia! It’s a setting ripped straight from my ‘80s cartoon-fueled childhood fantasies. With a one-word, exclamatory opening (“Grass!”), followed by rhythmic, semantically-repetitive exaltations of unworldly beauty of this agro-fantasy landscape, it brings to mind the overzealous theme chorus of Hair, the musical, (am I the only one?)

…and a very contrary feeling of eerie disquiet that never goes away… Continue reading

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