Last night, I started writing another response in a short conversation I’ve been having with belledezuylen about Canticle for Liebowitz in quirkychipmunk’s comment section, but soon my thinking wandered off and seemed rather too much to put in such a comment, so I’m posting it my journal instead. This quite long and mostly just thinking, so if that
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And here, I think, is one of the great ironies of science-fiction and other futuristic writing. Many such novelists create societies that have, for better or worse, arisen from our own actions today. But these societies strike readers as impossibly farfetched, because we have lost the ability, I think, to recognize satire or, for that matter, criticism more oblique than the anti-Bushisms of documentaries: there is no longer any room for creative hyperbole. If an imagined world does not correspond exactly to reality, we dismiss it as entirely fanciful. For this reason, much science fiction (I use the term loosely, given my near-total ignorance of the genre) comes into existence as social criticism, but gets read as "escapist" literature by the very society it's trying to reform.
Anyway. This is not a fully formed response by any means, but simply my first reaction to your post. Thank you.
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