TT: The Golden Age of Wonder
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And now, back to our regularly scheduled Tangent.
ALAN: Okay, Jane. Last time I asked you what sort of stories inspire “sense of wonder” in you and you weaseled on me. No more delays!
JANE: My problem is that in order to give you a fair answer, I need to Tangent off onto a point…
Ready?
Wonderfully Fortuitous
ALAN: Ooh! A tangent! I love those.
JANE: Someone said something about the age for discovering SF or Sense of Wonder or something is twelve. I can’t remember who, do you?
ALAN: Let me see…
A rather obscure American fan called Peter Graham apparently first used the sentence “The golden age of science fiction is twelve” in an article published in a fanzine called Void in 1957. Less obscurely, the critic David Hartwell used the saying as the title of a chapter in his collection of critical essays Age of Wonders (Walker 1984, republished by Tor in 1996). The saying is also used (without attribution) in the Clute & Nicholls encyclopedia.
Does that pin it down sufficiently for you?
JANE: Fantastically… I suspect Hartwell was paraphrasing Graham. Hartwell’s extraordinarily well-read in the history of SF and SF-related commentary
In any case, what I was trying to get at is that I don’t have that single moment of discovery. As I mentioned many Tangents ago, I ambled into SF/F through random selections from the library’s paperback book racks. I certainly was a confirmed SF/F reader by age twelve, but I don’t recall any gateway book or author. For me, it was pretty much ALL sense of wonder.
I didn’t even have many friends who read “the stuff” until I went to college. That’s when I both met other people who read SF/F and had access to their libraries. So, for me, there are two stages of discovery, the random one and the one where I read a lot of books that “everyone” was reading.
I hope that helps explain why I’m having so much trouble talking about specific authors. Until college, I simply wasn’t paying any attention.
ALAN: Time for yet another tangent. I find what you just said to be a little weird. I always know the authors of books. It doesn’t matter what genre the book comes from, the author (and often the title) invariably sticks in my head, if only so that I can search out other books by those people if I enjoyed their work or avoid them like the plague if I didn’t! I simply can’t imagine not knowing.
JANE: This trait doubtless led you to becoming the excellent book reviewer that you are…
As for me, I rarely know the author or the title… I think that’s one reason I find the current trend of trying to make authors into celebrities so weird. But that’s another topic entirely…
In any case, acknowledging my handicap, let me see what I can come up with.
Anne McCaffery’s first two “Dragonrider of Pern” books really caught my attention. I never viewed them as Fantasy. Threadfall was some sort of alien element, not a “monster” or “magic.” In fact, the series lost me when it began to focus more on Pern’s larger community. The White Dragon, which was very popular, turned me off. Everyone shouldn’t get dragons… Certainly not huggy, crippled dragons.
But those first two books really grabbed me. I read the more YA Dragonsong, Dragonsinger, Dragondrums and enjoyed (especially Dragondrums). However, I read them with my “Fantasy” hat on, if you know what I mean.
ALAN: Oh gosh! You and I have so much in common. Like you, I loved the first two dragon books and like you I considered them to be SF, not fantasy. They ended on a bit of a cliffhanger and so I was eagerly looking forward to The White Dragon. I had to wait a long time, but it eventually appeared. And I absolutely hated it. I’ve been utterly unable to read Anne McCaffery ever since.
JANE: Ah… Your “Rama” moment. I understand completely.
ALAN: Shortly after the publication of The White Dragon, I was at a convention where a fan asked Anne when she’d be writing some more dragon books.
“Never!” thundered Anne, and she went on to explain that she was bored by dragons and bored with Pern. Unfortunately, in later years she really needed the money, and so she returned to Pern again and again, for purely commercial reasons. But I can’t help feeling that her heart wasn’t in it.
JANE: I didn’t pursue Pern, either, although I dipped in occasionally, hoping to find some of the same feeling I’d gotten from the first couple of books. There was lots of interesting material and some nice world-building, but the Sense of Wonder wasn’t there. If I wanted to read peasant politics, I’d rather read straight, unapologetic Fantasy.
However, I didn’t reject the books I’d liked and, in fact, a few years ago Jim and I gave them to our then high-schooled aged nephew, who apparently enjoyed them.
ALAN: Oh good – it’s always nice to introduce a new generation to the books we enjoyed.
JANE: Jim and I do a lot of that, actually. Our nieces and nephews are resigned to receiving books as gifts for Christmas and birthdays. Actually, “resigned” may be too strong. I just heard from my sister that the least readerly of her children was so happy with the book we sent him (baseball anecdotes) that he’s asked for it to be his bedtime story.
ALAN: That’s my job as well – I’m in charge of books for my godson and his sister, a responsibility I take very seriously indeed.
JANE: Maybe we should form a club… The Serious Book Givers…
But, we tangent again, which seems to be the theme of this week’s piece more than ever. Next time, I’d really like to bring up something that occurred to me when we chatted about Arthur C. Clarke a few weeks ago.
For now, I’ll leave you wondering!
