I love science fiction. It’s great. I love the crazy ideas, imaginative description and occasionally philosophical thoughts it inspires. It is the only sort of fiction that can talk truly about the big issues; our future, our past, and what it means. I’ve read SF for many years, but almost exclusively for about two, as I decided that ‘proper’ literature can stick it’s self-righteous, worthy bollocks up its arse.
As Rosewater, a science fiction obsessive, says to Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse 5, as they recover from debilitating mental illness caused by the Second World War; “Everything there is to know about life is in ‘The Brothers Karamazov’, by Feodor Dostoevsky. But that isn’t enough anymore.”
0 responses so far ↓
There are no comments yet...Kick things off by filling out the form below.