Gwyneth Jones just read the Tiptree biography and has some interesting thoughts.
I read Julie Phillips biography of Alice Sheldon over Christmas: for me it had a strange effect. Stripped of the anger, the vividly realised pain of that handful of savage stories about gender, what was Alice Sheldon? A brainy, discontented upper-caste princess, who never settled to a career because it wasn’t really expected of her, was poor at forming honest relationships, and wrote an unconscionable number of intemperate, confessional, not entirely candid letters to people she never intended to meet. (sounds like many bloggers I could mention. . .).Jones goes on to raise the issue of feminist anger and its place.