Ursula!” Where? Someone Was Calling My Name, and I, Was Likewise, Trying to Find a Certain Somebody
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“Ursula!” Where? Someone was calling my name, and I, was likewise, trying to find a certain somebody. “Ursula, over here!” Scanning the bustling street, the sight of a wildly-waving, broadly-grinning man stopped my gaze. Finally. I couldn’t help but answer that infectious grin with one of my own, equally excited and eager, as I walked over to the cozy little café whose sheltered patio the man was seated at. I stopped in front of his table. “Hello, Tip.1” “Ursula, my Starbear Queen.”2 Tip gave a bow accompanied with a flourish of the hand, all the while grinning up at me. “Sit! Please sit. “ Tip – really the one and only James Tiptree Jr., notorious recluse3 and supposed former CIA worker, but in my opinion, really the secret master of the CIA 4– gestured emphatically toward the seat in front of him, all the while jabbering. “I’m forgetting my manners, Ursula, the actual physical sight of you has set my nerves aflutter, and I’m jittery with fan idolization because greatness is before me! I have to tell you once again – although you already know this from our letters – that your Lathe of Heaven was simply stupendous. I mean really, the jellyfish, who would have known?5 But, oh dear, really, WHERE are my manners?” He stuck out his hand. “James Tiptree Jr., great fan of your work, at your service. And really, do sit.” 1James Tiptree Jr. went by Tip in most of his correspondence to friends. The first usage of “Tip” occurs in the following: [Tiptree Jr., James. Letter to Ursula K. Le Guin, 20 Jul. 1971. TS: Box 24, Folder 1], The Ursula K. Le Guin Papers Coll. 270, Division of Special Collections and University Archives, University of Oregon, Eugene, Oregon 97403-1299. Editor’s Note: Subsequent citations are all from the above Ursula K. Le Guin Collection from the University of Oregon Special Archives unless otherwise noted, but they will only list the author of the letter (last name, first name), the receiver of the letter, date of the letter: box and folder number – in that order and format, from this point forward (citation made according to MLA style). All quoted text placed in the actual article (and not the footnotes) will be placed between angle-quotation marks in order to help differentiate the quotes from fictional dialogue, like so: ‹This story is amazing, a NY Times Bestseller.› All quotes mentioned in the footnotes shall maintain standard quotation marks. 2Tiptree liked to give nicknames to his correspondents. Starbear and all subsequent variants was his most common nickname for Le Guin. First used: Tiptree Jr., James. Postcard to Ursula K. Le Guin. 3 Nov. 1972: Box 24, Folder 1. 3 Tiptree only corresponded through mail in order to maintain the secret of his real name as Alice B. Sheldon. But, even after discovery, Tiptree mainly stuck to mail and phone calls, rarely meeting anyone in person. She really was a recluse. And as her literary executor and friend, Jeff Smith mentioned, meeting people exhausted her. Smith, Jeff. University of Oregon. Lillis 255 on campus, Eugene, OR. 7 Nov. 2013. Guest Lecture. 4 Tiptree worked for the CIA during the early 1950s as a photo-intelligence officer, but Le Guin seemed to have thought her position was something else. For, in responding to one of Ursula’s many questions about her past careers (after Sheldon confessed her identity to Ursula), Tiptree described herself in third person: ‘“secret master of the CIA---my foot,” she says expurgatedly.’ Tiptree Jr., James. Letter to Ursula K. Le Guin. 4 Dec. 76: Box 24, Folder 5. 5 Tiptree first wrote to Le Guin as a gushing fan of Le Guin, especially her book, Lathe of Heaven, and the jellyfish. Tiptree Jr., James. Letter to Ursula K. Le Guin. April 7, 1971: Box 24, Folder 1. I shook his hand firmly, “Ursula K. Le Guin.” But, I couldn’t help myself; I pulled his hand toward me and pulled him into – of course – a proper bear hug. Leaning back I asked, “Why so formal, Tip? We’ve been corresponding for years. And how DID you recognize me?” Glancing at our close embrace, there was a brief pause before Tip grinned back wickedly, laugh-lines crinkling his cheeks. “Well, I don’t mind this at all, not at all. And if you don’t mind, my Bear,” Tip paused to take my hand and kiss it. I flushed. Tip, you rogue, you. I was going to have to retell this part to Charles with extreme care.6 “There are pictures of you in most of the interviews you did, and you’ve sent me that picture of yourself, remember? You would think I knew your face by now. And if I may add, you were never squinty-eyed in that photograph, and certainly not now. Why, you are even cuter in person, in my humble opinion.”7 “Oh,” I colored slightly, a bit flustered. Recovering, I added, “In my humble opinion. You’re not too bad either, Tip, not bad at all.” Gesturing, I said, “Shall we sit?” “Yes, of course.” As we finally settled ourselves into our chairs, I took the time to finally get a good look at Tip, seizing the chance to stare at every inch of his face. He looked almost exactly as I had imagined. Sort of like a cross between Clint Eastwood and Marlon Brando. Though still quite smart-looking, Tip must have been quite popular with the ladies back in the day. Slender and lanky, he was dressed in a white, button-up shirt and slacks, his jacket slung along the back of his chair, discarded in the warm autumn afternoon. Around his waist was a faded, vermilion cummerbund.8 It was all quite surreal. I had to keep pinching myself to make sure he was real and that I was, in fact, having coffee with him. Tip bent to light a cigarette, exhaling smoke as he leaned back in his chair. His gaze was quite penetrating, but mischievous as well, if that was possible. I was so distracted by his eyes and the very sight of him I almost missed what he was saying. “Now, don’t give me that look, Ursula. I already know my health would be far better off if I quit, but old habits die hard. When I worked with the CIA, headquarters was always hazy with smoke.” “Oh, Tip. I don’t want to ruin this happy occasion.9 Just know, if it starts to get hazy out here,” I gestured at the open air, “I will have to insist you refrain from smoking for the time being. Otherwise, my hand might suddenly snatch that cig right out of your mouth, with me claiming that I thought your beard had caught fire.” 6 Charles is Le Guin’s husband. 7 Tiptree Jr., James. Letter to Le Guin. 24 Apr. 1984. TS: Box 24, Folder 3. Editor’s Note: The date of the letter is actually 1974, but it is printed 1984 in the letter. 8 “And as to flirting…certainly you can’t flirt with Alli….but somewhere behind my left shoulder hovers a thin figure in tropical whites with a faded vermillion cummerbund and totally unrealistic dreams of strolling with you as I said, amidst the Madagascar moonlit where the lemurs weave their ring-tails.” Tiptree Jr., James. Letter to Le Guin. 4 Dec. 1976. TS: Box 24 Folder 5. 9 Le Guin definitely seemed to be negatively opposed to the smoking. In response to one of her letters, Tiptree says, “(No, I have NOT quit smoking!!)” Tiptree Jr., James. Letter to Ursula K. Le Guin. 6 Jan. 1974. TS: Box 24, Folder 3. (Oh yes, Tip had a beard. A right smart one too, full and trim.) “So, you really did work for the CIA?’ “Of course,” Tip shot me a slightly hurt look. “Starbear, I’m a recluse, not a liar. And do please keep your snatch-hungry fingers to yourself. Everything I’ve said about working with the CIA, being a behavioral psychologist, my ailing mother in the hospital with an army of nurses and too many lemon coleslaw and applesauce cakes10…heck, even my age.11 I haven’t lied to you, Bear. I told you I was a good deal older than you. Am I what you expected I’d be, now that we’ve met in person?” Tip’s voice was steady, but I could see a wrinkle furrow his brows as he spoke, laugh-lines disappearing.12 “Everything and more, Tip, everything and more. I admit I was surprised when you first told me you were heading into you’re sixties. I had always pegged you at like 34.13 Don’t take that the wrong way, it’s a compliment.” I raised my teacup in salute. “You’ll have to forgive me for the questioning, Tip. I mean, you rarely, talk to anyone except through mail. You never come to Cons or book signings.14 People wonder, Tip. Even I wonder. I know you, and yet I don’t. If people don’t see an actual, physical person before them,15 their imaginations go hell out of water. People wonder if you’re actually some odd, little fellow, who created a ‘cool’ alias to live out his inner fantasy. Or, they think maybe the CIA part, and the world-traveling bit when you were younger, was just a publicity scam to make you appeal to a broader audience.16 And apparently, according to the rumor mill, you caught leprosy from your earlier worldly travails, you’re a fugitive on the run who’s waiting for a plastic surgery operation, and you’re hiding out from an ex-wife who’s seeking alimony from your books’ paychecks – all at once.