I think Sales wanted to respond to the current prevalence of Near-Futuristic Dystopia in the mainstream, because there's certainly a lot floating around and he totally pegs YA as practically Patient Zero in this case, but he's got serious tunnel vision. There will always be pessimism in science-fiction, yeah, man, but there too will always be optimism, futurism, cynicism, that-blowed-up-real-goodism. The balance will always be uneven depending on the times.
The essay fondly recalls the days when sci-fi was all about the urge to explore. Okay, let's take the 1950s as an example: Plenty of spacemen and rocket boosters and missions to Mars and beyond in the films and Disneyland. Bradbury starts the decade with The Martian Chronicles, Asimov writes about emergent robotic technology in the near future and advanced civilization in the far, and Ijon Tichy goes off to have some really crazy adventures. There are all kinds of exploration/invention stories across all kinds of media but there are also stories driven by fear of atomic destruction and mutation, invasion by extraterrestrial foreign powers, body snatching, man tampering in God's domain, and rats, giant rats, with teeth and diseases and shit.
Science-fiction is also not as polarizing as Sales seems to think it to be. Bradbury's Mars, colonized by optimistic, forward-thinking individuals, HUP HUP HUP HERE WE GO RED PLANET AHOY, turns out to be an unmitigated disaster. Asimov's robots break down and robot-cry because two of their three/four rules are in conflict; his Galactic Empire goes tits-up just as one cynic kinda-predicted.
Heck, even H.G. Wells, who was writing science-fiction before Gernsback was thinking of portmanteaus, threw his Time Traveller into a bleak future of contrasts with Eloi above and Morlocks below. My gosh, you can have good things and bad things in your stories! Your heroes might not have to be perfect! Your villains might not have to be totally evil! Dystopia and hopeful exploration can go together! A pretty young woman newly-freed from an oppressive society which prematurely recycles its citizens can approach Peter Ustinov, touch his wizened old face, and realize that everybody will now have the chance to grow wrinkles. And thus Carousel was transformed into a plastic surgery clinic. THE END.
not going to even START on the Great Man bushwah. nuh uh.
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I think Sales wanted to respond to the current prevalence of Near-Futuristic Dystopia in the mainstream, because there's certainly a lot floating around and he totally pegs YA as practically Patient Zero in this case, but he's got serious tunnel vision. There will always be pessimism in science-fiction, yeah, man, but there too will always be optimism, futurism, cynicism, that-blowed-up-real-goodism. The balance will always be uneven depending on the times.
The essay fondly recalls the days when sci-fi was all about the urge to explore. Okay, let's take the 1950s as an example: Plenty of spacemen and rocket boosters and missions to Mars and beyond in the films and Disneyland. Bradbury starts the decade with The Martian Chronicles, Asimov writes about emergent robotic technology in the near future and advanced civilization in the far, and Ijon Tichy goes off to have some really crazy adventures. There are all kinds of exploration/invention stories across all kinds of media but there are also stories driven by fear of atomic destruction and mutation, invasion by extraterrestrial foreign powers, body snatching, man tampering in God's domain, and rats, giant rats, with teeth and diseases and shit.
Science-fiction is also not as polarizing as Sales seems to think it to be. Bradbury's Mars, colonized by optimistic, forward-thinking individuals, HUP HUP HUP HERE WE GO RED PLANET AHOY, turns out to be an unmitigated disaster. Asimov's robots break down and robot-cry because two of their three/four rules are in conflict; his Galactic Empire goes tits-up just as one cynic kinda-predicted.
Heck, even H.G. Wells, who was writing science-fiction before Gernsback was thinking of portmanteaus, threw his Time Traveller into a bleak future of contrasts with Eloi above and Morlocks below. My gosh, you can have good things and bad things in your stories! Your heroes might not have to be perfect! Your villains might not have to be totally evil! Dystopia and hopeful exploration can go together! A pretty young woman newly-freed from an oppressive society which prematurely recycles its citizens can approach Peter Ustinov, touch his wizened old face, and realize that everybody will now have the chance to grow wrinkles. And thus Carousel was transformed into a plastic surgery clinic. THE END.
not going to even START on the Great Man bushwah. nuh uh.