This post is different from the others. I have been kind of caught up in all kinds of work, and will continue to be till the uni semester’s over. Anyway, met some friends who also happened to be sf buffs and we decided to spend the last night of this long weekend at a pub.
“Science fiction then should be an effective literature of social criticism—but I have said that it is not. I will climb onto Limb Number Two in an attempt to explain why it is not. I believe that in science fiction the symbolism lies too deep for action to result, that the science fiction story does
Three voices in today’s post: Bertrand Russell on the aesthetic effects of science, Stanislaw Lem on the possibilities of science fiction, and, as the last word, Ursula LeGuin on science fiction as a “thought experiment”. All three describe, in different ways, the impact of science on the literary imagination, and thus raise awareness about science
In the following extract. J. G. Ballard, unarguably one of the finest writers of the twentieth century, speaks on the future in an interview with Rosetta Brooks: ——- BALLARD: I think that time, in the strict sense, is dying. The whole progress of the twentieth century has been described in terms of death and decline.
THOMASINA: When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you need stir backward, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before.
“Dear, when on some distant planet We, love’s protestants, alight, How, in our deep-space-diver suits Shall our devoted limbs unite You shall have those ruby lips In a helmet-bowl, inverted On your golden locks, enclosed: Your starry eyes shall be inserted In a plastic contact-vizor To keep out the stellar cold. And your teeth of