About once a week, I’m told the same thing a few times. It happens in clumps. I had a day when people keep saying to me “But you hate everything.” Last week I had a day where everyone told me that my attitude was either bad or needed changing.
Today I keep getting told about this blog: “io9: Strung Out on Science Fiction.” I can see why. It’s really fucking good. If you like sci-fi, it’s the place for you.
A friend recommended that I write for them. Even if they’d have me, I wouldn’t want to. I basically hate science fiction fans. Maybe my attitude needs to be changed. But I don’t understand where these people are coming from.
They think “Firefly” was a great show. I think it’s total horseshit. And that movie, “Serenity” was a huge pile of horseshit. Steaming. I can’t open my mouth around these people without getting into some sort of trouble. At a book signing, I once mentioned that I didn’t like Neil Gaiman. Dead silence. Finally someone says:
“You mean as a person?”
Of course I didn’t mean as a person. I’ve never met the guy. I don’t like his books. I think he’s overrated. “American Gods” was terrible.
Science fiction is the short-bus of literature. The fans want it to be marked on its concepts and everything except its execution. Having said that, I still prefer it to the so-called mainstream. Lit has no ideas and science fiction has no skill. When science fiction has skill it becomes literature and when literature has ideas it become science fiction.
You figure it out. I can’t.
