Me Getting All Worked Up About Scifi Again

23 Feb

Long ago and far away I wanted to go to graduate school. There are surprisingly few things that one can do with a non-terminal English/Literature degree, so most of  us end up as retail shlubs, possibly in horrible corporate bookstores because it‘s something nominally connected to our field and we think it’ll make us happy but then it doesn’t even though we get a bomb-ass discount and then we have epic breakdowns and move to California to be farmers and live off the grid. Sorry. That’s just my whole life story. Anyway.

At first I wanted to be a librarian, but libraries are dying (no offense, librarian friends, you do good work, I just didn’t want to end up a hybrid between an IT person and a museum curator). And you have to be really quiet in a library so I wouldn’t be able to talk about books all day anyway. Which made me think maybe I could teach. I’m not particularly good with little kids and teenagers are demons so I’d have to teach college. And colleges are rife with bureaucracy and self-righteous young people. They wouldn’t let me talk about the books I want to talk about all day either, probably. Them and their galdurn curricula.

So I decided not to go to grad school. Because clearly all I want to do is talk about books all day. I just want to own a bookstore. Is that too much to ask?  And I don’t have to go to grad school to do that. Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s the worst possible time to try to start a small business. Worse still to hang all one’s hopes and dreams of possibly achieving a glimmer of happiness on owning a store in an industry that’s on its way out. But still. You gotta have goals. Amazon and e-books have killed off all the big chain stores (except that one, you know, the Evil Green-signed one) so used bookstores will probably have a small boom before society kills them off completely. Right around the time Americans forget what books are and stop reading anything. Maybe I can still have a shot. Don’t step on my dreams, man! (Quick side note: if you bought an e-book reader because you thought it would be greener than buying paper books, look seriously into the fucked up electronics production industry vs just buying used books. If we have to use a buzzword, I’d rather “repurpose” old books than contribute to the pollution caused by making new microchips and batteries. Just give it a thought.)

What was I saying? Grad school. If I did go, I’d want to major in science fiction. Wait, hear me out. I’ve yet to find a program that exists, besides those schools where you can build your own major. There aren’t many of those with anything past a bachelor’s. (But if you know of a super obscure one that I might have missed, let me know.) Because scifi is important. Not in a curing-cancer-and-ending-poverty kind of way, obviously. If entertainment had that kind of power, America would still rule the world. (Sorry kids, but the tech nerds in Asia own our asses because we’re lazy and watch too much reality tv. Ooh, harsh.) No, in an anthropological, sociological kind of way, science fiction has shaped our culture. We have ion drive engines because of Star Trek. Our space program was started and run by people who read pulp scifi novels at the height of their cheesy popularity in the 1940’s and 50’s. You can’t tell me with a straight face that people who work in laser labs don’t ask themselves, at least once, if Greedo shot first. Because it’s really interesting stuff. That’s the definition of scifi, isn’t it? Technically? “Really interesting stuff”? I could look it up in the dictionary, but I’m pretty sure that’s verbatim. Urm.

Why, then, is scifi so frowned upon? Maybe not “frowned upon.” Thought less of? I got a BA in literature and the only scifi books I had to read, out of hundreds, were War of the Worlds and Brave New World, and those only because they’re political satire. Not that that distinction counts them out of being scifi, per se, but if Huxley could see the world after Prozac he’d go into a soma coma, is all I’m saying. Also, Wells was an anti-Semite, if that’s worth anything to anyone. We could use scifi, especially literature, to our advantage, if it wasn’t looked at as stupid fluff by most people. You know, like the way I look at romance novels. Snob.

But as a book person, let me tell you, having a genius IQ counts for exactly shit in this country if you can’t do math. (I was good up until tenth grade chemistry. Then I started feeling dumb. At this point if I can balance my checkbook I call it a win.) Mathy-sciency people rule the world, whether we acknowledge it or not. Every redneck mouthbreather in the world has a smartphone in their pocket, right? All those little things add up. So booknerds are kind of left behind, stranded in our useless piles of archaic paper history. I can’t say “Oh, well, Aristotle tells us that society can be saved with grammar” and be taken seriously. But one astrophysicist brings up Asimov and it’s all “Fuck yeah! Robot revolution!” Because science matters. More than that, science is cool. Science got us to where we are. Science will save us from ourselves. But what are we, really, but our words? We have no history without documentation of one sort or another. They even say “before written history.” The history of science is a kind of historical record of the ways in which we view the world. There are some old ideas that we now look at as quaint, but at the time those people were working just as hard and were just as strong in their convictions as any surgeon or engineer or chemist doing cutting-edge stuff today. Quarks may be just as bogus as the flat-earth model, but it’s the ideas that keep us going. Where reality and imagination meet, you get some really important, innovative ideas. The world, culture, society – it’s all based on “what if?” That’s science. That’s literature. That’s art and music and technology. That’s being human, right?

And science fiction is the artistic representation of that. It’s the place where those groups can come together, that liminal space that’s open to anyone. Where ideas are born. There’s beauty and terror there. Nightmares and dreams in equal parts. Maybe we’re deluding ourselves. Maybe science fiction makes us think we’re better than we are. Maybe someday an After Common Era scientist will find a copy of The Matrix and say “Awww, how precious. They thought they could win.” But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Too much hope is better than not enough. Science fiction gives us hope (man, I tried really hard to work around that sentence, but I couldn’t find a way to do it). There’s a lot of fear and destruction to be had, as well, but that’s just human nature. We’re scared little mammals, at heart. I think the awesome thing about scifi is that we, as a human race, can look ahead together at what we could accomplish. Maybe that’s just me being sappy because I’m a fangirl, but that’s ok. I’ll take it. An intellectual sap, me. I’ll just be over here reading Contact for the fifth time, wishing I could do calculus in my head.


5 Responses to “Me Getting All Worked Up About Scifi Again”

  1. Whitney Smoots March 5, 2012 at 5:11 pm #

    I like this post, enjoyed this one thankyou for posting .

  2. LaissezFarrell March 17, 2012 at 7:52 pm #

    I have to quibble with the manner in which you dismiss libraries and librarianship. I understand that it’s not for you, and that the point wasn’t the thrust of this post, but “libraries are dying” is neither true nor the reason you didn’t pursue a career in librarianship. Not wanting to be a mix of IT person and curator is valid but hardly means that libraries are dying out. Perhaps it’s a general misconception of what librarianship is, but the hybrid you mention has been a part of the profession for years, and years, and years.

    Not wanting that for yourself is fine, but I hope you choose your words more carefully in the future (because despite praising your friends in the library field parenthetically, the juxtaposition with exaggerated language makes it faint praise indeed).

    • geekinacardigan March 18, 2012 at 5:40 pm #

      Despite my parenthetical and seemingly faint praise, I only skipped lightly over this issue because it was hardly the point I was trying to get to. In truth I agonized over that decision to NOT get my MLS for over a year. But in the end it just wasn’t the career for me, which I only decided after very careful and laborious research. Of course I’m distilling it down here because I was only mentioning it in passing.

      Furthermore, I had absolutely no intention of ever saying anything demeaning or hurtful about libraries or librarians. How could I? What is there to say that’s bad? What sort of asshole would I have to be to have an ill opinion of these people or institutions? Frankly, Farrell, it hurts my feelings that you take everything so goddamn seriously that it could make you think that about me.

      • LaissezFarrell March 18, 2012 at 5:54 pm #

        Of course I don’t actually think you think demeaning thoughts about librarians, and I realize that wasn’t the main point of your post (your title, the number of words devoted to science fiction, &c. &c.), which was why (I thought) I conveyed myself in a less pissy way than my initial reaction would’ve had me do. I was merely pointing out that words have weight (“dying” is a pretty heavy one) and hyperbole (which I have been known to employ; please refer to every conversation we ever had about something I was excited about) can be misinterpreted.

        All of which is to say, I’m a nitpicky asshole.

        AND ALSO

        I’m sorry to offend.

      • geekinacardigan March 18, 2012 at 6:18 pm #

        Point taken. I will choose my verbage more carefully in future. Do know that when I wrote that sentence (particularly the parenthetical praise) I did have you in mind. Choosing to be a librarian right now is a noble cause and I wish I were up to the challenge. Perhaps the word “dying” was in poor taste, or just insensitive to the nature of the situation. But “changing” or “evolving” didn’t really convey what I was trying to say. The whole culture shift away from print media and book consumption in general is largely negative, though, I think. And perhaps that’s just my having been offline for so long and just now getting into the swing of looking outside of bookstores and libraries for entertainment. I’m late to the game, you understand. Anyway, sorry to be touchy or take things personally. I do thoroughly enjoy your penchant for hyperbole, but my skin is still thin about putting my writing/opinions/heartstrings out for the general reading public. Blah blah squishy feelings bullshit.

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