Rant/Plea
I ask because IMO, this is what spec-fic does when it’s at its finest, and there’s not enough of it around any more. Alfred Bester did this. Jack Vance did this. Philip Dick did this. More recently, Dan Simmons has done this too, (at least, I think so). But now it seems the whole genre has seem to have lost touch with the thing that makes it most beautiful.
As genre writers, we appear to be a divided camp. On one side, there are those who want to write fiction that fits into established sub-genres that they love, do well at it, and then make some money from it. On the other side are writers who want to produce something unique and inspirational that has its own voice and mood, and reaches a subset of the population who will understand how they feel. These writers would like to make some money too, but not if it gets in the way of their self-expression. This division is a gross generalization, of course, as many people have a bit of both, but it’s still what I think I see.
The problem is that neither of these directions makes for great, genre-transcending writing, IMO, and therefore neither is likely to generate much of the desired cash. The sub-genre enthusiasts are sort of like string-theorists. They’re improving an existing paradigm because they believe in it, but without any concrete evidence that that paradigm is going anywhere, or ever will. Meanwhile, the fan/sub-genre markets will continue to shrink. (I believe this is also true of those contemporary ‘flash-in-pan’ sub-genres like paranormal romance. My strong suspicion is that they will die as fast as they arrived.)
The voice/mood writers are people who I feel have caught ‘Great American Novel’ disease to some extent, while still loving spec-fic. By measuring themselves against a literary yardstick that doesn’t have anything to do with the genre, and frankly *hates* the genre, they cripple their own potential. They end up sort of like limping Thomas Pynchons, often only reaching tiny, truncated markets regardless of the quality of their work.
I believe that our genre is at its most beautiful and different when we grab hold of our audience with the familiar, the fun and the truly accessible, and then carry them, kicking and screaming, into the unknown. Yes, screaming. It’s a glorious, inspired form of bait-and-switch that *educates* while it entertains. And education is important, whether it be physics, psychology, anthropology or whatever else. Great spec-fic broadens the mind in a way that sticks with you whether you like it or not.
I don’t believe that this kind of writing can be set in a Tolkien-style universe, or a space-opera universe, or any other familiar kind, unless it radically departs by the end of the story. I don’t believe it can be done in a universe that is staunchly magic-realist either for the same reason. Or one that is deliberately moody and dark and full of body parts and shadows things that are ‘vile’ or ‘strange’ or ‘mysterious’ with no apparent logic.
I *do* believe that there is a large number of very talented writers in our field who are selling themselves absolutely short if they continue to write in these flavor spaces without taking real risks. And what do I mean by risks? I mean, do they find themselves doing research in fields that they don’t understand in order to write their stories--research that makes them experience mild panic and self-doubt? Do they find themselves shivering as they put material onto the page because it touches some part of them that *hurts* even though they want to share it? Do they deliberately push the envelope with the things that they write, including motifs and devices that they’re not sure they can actually pull off? Motifs and devices that worry them, even as they write? If we don’t, then I fear we are being hobbyists, not writers, and it’s a bloody good job we haven’t quit our day jobs, because we’re not fully committed.
I say all this in part to be controversial and inspire comment--particularly given that very many dear friends of mine fall into one or the other of the categories I mention, and sometimes I do too. However, I want to know how people feel about this, and whether from that I can glean some sense of where speculative fiction is going, and how we can keep it alive. Because from my perspective, right now, it appears to be dying, and I believe only things that are going to save it are innovation and passion.




