Socialism And Sf Are The Two Most

A Sense Of Wrongness, Of Fraught Unease, As If Long Nails Scraped The Surface Of The Moon, Raising The Hackles Of The Soul.

Old Stories Would Tell How Weavers Would Kill Each Other Over Aesthetic Disagreements, Such As Whether It Was Prettier To Destroy An Army Of A Thousand Men Or To Leave It Be, Or Whether A Particular Dandelion Should Or Should Not Be Plucked. For A Weaver, To Think Was To Think Aesthetically. To Act - To Weave - Was To Bring About More Pleasing Patterns. They Did Not Eat Physical Food: They Seemed To Subsist On The Appreciation Of Beauty.

Part Of The Appeal Of The Fantastic Is Taking Ridiculous Ideas Very Seriously And Pretending They're Not Absurd.

Loads Of Children Read Books About Dinosaurs, Underwater Monsters, Dragons, Witches, Aliens, And Robots. Essentially, The People Who Read Sf, Fantasy And Horror Haven't Grown Out Of Enjoying The Strange And Weird.

I'd Never Been To A Science-fiction Convention Until I Became A Professional Writer.