If You Were A Grown Up, My Love
by Sarah Hoyt
When I was very young I used to think that stories where everyone died, or stories where pointless but sad things happened were about the best thing ever. They were profound and so different from every other story I'd read till that time which were all boys-adventures or fairy tales that ended well and with a moral.
If You Were A Dinosaur my Love's win bothered me at a level I can't begin to explain, and it still bothers me, like an aching tooth to which the tongue keeps returning. It's not just that could have been written by me at 12 and would have got, from my middle school teacher, exactly the sort of praise it got from science fiction professionals.
It's the ideas packed into the story that are truly disturbing.
A story that reveals a total lack of knowledge of an entire class of people (manual laborers) and instead others them as sort of scary all purpose evil that will beat to death anyone who doesn't look/act like them won an award voted on by -- supposedly -- adult professionals. Not only that, but adult professionals who keep claiming their tolerance and love of the 'other.' What's more, adult professionals who would almost certainly embrace 'Marxism' as a good or at least correct idea. When did Marxists start loathing and fearing the working class? And admitting it?
Posted by: g(r)omgoru 2015-02-01 |