I consider myself a science fiction fan. I have been reading and watching science fiction since the mid sixties, starting with Star Trek and Robert Heinlein and Andre Norton juveniles, not to mention "The Witches of Karres" by James H. Schmitz.
I go to science fiction conventions for fun and have even worked on a few. Lately I have been wondering about why certain authors have been picked as guests of honour and why I have now interest in them.
Now I know why. I happened to have a look at the Amazon science fiction bestsellers list:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/bestsellers/books/25/ref=pd_ts_b_nav
The only books that I have read or want to read are the classics that are back in style like "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut or books that have yet to be published like "A Dance with Dragons" by George R.R. Martin. The list appears to be dominated by horror, but not the kind of horror written by the folks I have met at the World Horror convention. You can really see the dominance of paranormal romance of authors like Kim Harrison.
When did the genre stop looking forward with hope and anticipation and start looking into its dark inner soul?
When did I become such a literary dinosaur?
I go to science fiction conventions for fun and have even worked on a few. Lately I have been wondering about why certain authors have been picked as guests of honour and why I have now interest in them.
Now I know why. I happened to have a look at the Amazon science fiction bestsellers list:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/bestsellers/books/25/ref=pd_ts_b_nav
The only books that I have read or want to read are the classics that are back in style like "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut or books that have yet to be published like "A Dance with Dragons" by George R.R. Martin. The list appears to be dominated by horror, but not the kind of horror written by the folks I have met at the World Horror convention. You can really see the dominance of paranormal romance of authors like Kim Harrison.
When did the genre stop looking forward with hope and anticipation and start looking into its dark inner soul?
When did I become such a literary dinosaur?