Sheri S. Tepper
Full Name and Common Aliases
Sheri S. Tepper is an American science fiction author known professionally as Sheri Tepper.
Birth and Death Dates
Born on July 22, 1929, in Fort Rucker, Alabama. Unfortunately, we do not have information about her date of death.
Nationality and Profession(s)
American science fiction author.
Early Life and Background
Sheri S. Tepper was born to a family with strong connections to the military. Her father was an Army Air Corps pilot, which meant she spent much of her childhood moving from place to place as her family followed his postings. This experience would later influence some of the themes present in her work.
Major Accomplishments
Sheri S. Tepper has written over 30 novels across multiple genres including science fiction, fantasy, and mystery. Her works often explore complex social issues, such as sexism, classism, and environmental degradation. One of her most notable series is "The True Game," which includes _Northland_ , _Southwest_ , and _East_. Another popular work is _The Gate to Women's Country_, a novel that explores themes of gender roles in a post-apocalyptic world.
Notable Works or Actions
Some other notable works by Sheri S. Tepper include:
Beauty : A science fiction novel published in 1991 that critiques the concept of beauty and its impact on society.
Grass : Published in 1989, this novel explores a post-apocalyptic world where humans must adapt to new social structures.
Impact and Legacy
Sheri S. Tepper's contributions to science fiction are significant due to her exploration of complex social issues that resonate with readers today. Her work often challenges conventional norms and encourages critical thinking about the world we live in.
Why They Are Widely Quoted or Remembered
Sheri S. Tepper is widely quoted or remembered for several reasons:
Feminist Themes : Her novels frequently explore feminist themes, such as gender roles and sexism, which were groundbreaking at the time of their publication.
Environmentalism : Many of her works address environmental issues, highlighting the importance of preserving our planet for future generations.
* Innovative Storytelling : Tepper's writing style often blends elements from different genres to create unique narratives that captivate readers.
Quotes by Sheri S. Tepper
Power is power as the sun is the sun, the wind is the wind. The villager blesses the rain as it falls on his crops; the pillager uses it to cover his approach. It is the wielder who determines the good or evil.
Recent history takes a while to set. People really don’t know what just happened. They only figure it out later.
Man constantly prayed to God for peace, but peace never happened, so he decided that his god must really want war because the other side was sinful. Man invented and extolled virtues which could only be exemplified under conditions of war, like heroism and gallantry and honor, and he gave himself laurel wreaths or booty or medals for such things, thus rewarding himself for behaving well while sinning. He did it when he was a primitive, and he went on with it after he thought he was civilized.
Only mavericks live in accordance with their desires, and even they don’t often get away with it. They are usually labeled as troublemakers and gotten rid of.
The scripture worshippers put the writings ahead of God. Instead of interpreting God’s actions in nature, for example, they interpret nature in the light of the Scripture. Nature says the rock is billions of years old, but the book says different, so even though men wrote the book, and God made the rock and God gave us minds that have found ways to tell how old it is, we still choose to believe the Scripture.
There is nothing so delightful, so pure, so innocent or enjoyable that some group has not forbidden it.
Rich people didn’t get in that kind of mess. They never had. Only the poor got trapped: by ignorance, by religion, by self-righteous laws passed by people who broke them with impunity.
No aristocrat would sit in the wild grass to dream. Aristocrats have gardens for that, if they dream at all.
Once we’re grown, all we can hear are what the poet described: the echoes, dying.