Ion's blog

If poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world, science-fiction writers are its court jesters. We are Wise Fools who can leap, caper, utter prophecies, and scratch ourselves in public. We can play with Big Ideas because the garish motley of our pulp origins makes us seem harmless.

And SF writers have every opportunity to kick up our heels–we have influence without responsability. Very few feel obliged to take us seriously, yet our ideas permeate the culture, bubbling along invisibly, like background radiation.

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This is another distinguishing mark of the emergent new school of Eighties SF: its boredom with the Apocalypse. Gibson wastes very little time shaking his finger or wringing his hands.

Sterling, Bruce. “Preface”. Burning Chrome. By William Gibson. NY: Ace Books, 1987. [Originalmente ambos 1986] ix-xii. ix, xi.

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