I consider myself a fan of science fiction, but obviously I’m not fan enough to have kept up with the sea change in the SF community over the last three decades. I grew up reading authors like Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson, etc.
In the years since I grew up and got too busy to read for pleasure more than a couple times a year, it appears that the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA) have been taken over by a cabal of groupthinking leftists who are more concerned with what authors believe than what they write.
The nominations for the Hugo, one of the awards handed to worthy authors and editors each year by the SF community, have roiled the SF waters because fans of a couple of openly conservative authors, Vox Day and Larry Correia, managed to get them nominated. Since these men are known to be men of faith (and not opposed to keeping and bearing arms), editors and authors of some stature in the community are openly campaigning for their followers to vote “No Award” above the works of Day and Correia in the categories for which they are nominated.
People like Patrick and Teresa Neilsen-Hayden and Charles Stross won’t pay any attention to me, but I had to laugh out loud when I went to the official website for the Hugos and saw the number of votes required to land nominated works on the final ballot. It was less than half the number of people who attended the recent Orlando Prophecy Summit, a gathering of people who went to hear us fringe Christians discuss weird topics like the Illuminati, the UFO phenomenon, and transhumanism.
When you include the people who watched the live stream from Orlando, they outnumbered the top nominated work for this year’s Hugo award about six to one. And the cost of live-streaming the conference was higher than the cost of casting a ballot for the Hugos.
My point: These self-appointed guardians of science fiction need to get over themselves. They write entertainment, not sermons, and they are a fraction of a fraction of the population. Judging by the numbers involved in selecting the Hugos relative to the attendance at a Christian conference that was considered fringe by the rest of Christendom, these denizens of “mainstream” science fiction are essentially invisible to the world.
This was a hard lesson I learned back when I was on the radio in the ’80s and ’90s: Even when you’re #1 in your time slot, 95% of the people aren’t listening to you.
The ratings of the SF PC Police are considerably smaller. And their actions prove what small people they truly are.