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Hawking's Angry Eyebrow
Ursula K. le Guin said:... So people turn to the realms of fantasy for stability, ancient truths, immutable simplicities.
And the mills of capitalism provide them. Supply meets demand. Fantasy becomes a commodity, an industry.
Commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivialises. It proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their action to violence, their actors to dolls, and their truth-telling to sentimental platitude. Heroes brandish their swords, lasers, wands, as mechanically as combine harvesters, reaping profits. Profoundly disturbing moral choices are sanitized, made cute, made safe. The passionately conceived ideas of the great story-tellers are copied, stereotyped, reduced to toys, molded in bright-colored plastic, advertised, sold, broken, junked, replaceable, interchangeable.
What the commodifiers of fantasy count on and exploit is the insuperable imagination of the reader, child or adult, which gives even these dead things life--of a sort, for a while.
Trans - my books are quality and damn those other publishers for lpacing inferior competitors in my path and lessening my sales.
Probably true, but no more or less true than any other media form these days, be that academic treatise, crime novel of reality TV show...besides there was shite literature around before capitalism...

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(I was younger then) and then he turned the series into *the* most turgid, overblow, overwritten shite in the history of fantasy. And I realise that there's some stiff competition for that title but Jordan wins, no contest.