Not much I can add to the enjoyment of this year’s annual award for best woke performance in sci-fi and fantasy literature. One post is all the tarnished rocket gets from me in a year that saw a record tripling down of the propagandists. WorldCon doing that thing that the Rabid Puppies goaded them into sure did teach me a valuable lesson about who runs Bartertown.
This year’s threepeater for best novel, the greatest living sci-fi and fantasy author of all time N. K. Jemisin, borrowed a line from yours truly in her historic and greatest ever award ceremony speech in the history of fluffery when she said:
I get to smile at those people, and lift a massive, shining, rocket-shaped middle finger in their direction.
Here’s a little blast from the past that longtime readers of the blog will recall from way back in 2016:
Granted, the idea of the Hugo Award as a giant middle-finger isn’t particularly grand or novel, and is in fact pretty tacky and predictable. Which about what readers of the greatest living sci-fi and fantasy writer of all time have come to expect from her.
It is rather nice of WorldCon to let the mask slip. Readers have taken note of their attitude and are responding accordingly, and writers have fled the NYC plantation for the wide-open skies of the self-publishing frontier lands to great success.
You should come with us, we’re having a great time experimenting with new ideas and poking fun at the establishment’s gamesmanship. If you’d like to experience the kind of pulse-pounding action and heart-warming fun that will never win a Big Important Award, but will put a smile on your face and transport you to the sorts of worlds you’d love to visit, try this alternate earth adventure on for size. Hawaiian badasses fighting ninjas is just the start!