Some of the satisfaction I
get from reading speculative fiction, the reason I put on a favorite
book when I am feeling low, is practice.
Huh?
Think of it. We read
stories so that we can practice the consequences of our thoughts and
feelings through the characters, without risk. In speculative
fiction we get to practice getting through the murk, the barely
nameable ilk and irk of our day. That energy-sucking co-worker. The
weight of an upcoming storm. The creep of clutter.
Mainstream
writing doesn't help me much. It doesn't help me name the ick. Not
the way Jim Butcher does when Harry is being poisoned by vampire
spit. Not the way Kristine Kathryn Rusch lets me identify with the
pervasive dust of the moon, the constant threat of the bubble being
breached, letting the breathlessness of living on a strange planet
overwhelm. How does it feel living among aliens, trying to make sense
of their rules?
None of this is obvious when I am reading or
listening. Only when I ask the question, recall that this is what we
want stories for, do I recognize the connections. This is also what
our favorites are for. They take us into a world that some part of
us recognizes, that encourages our hearts to listen more closely.
This next year, 2014, I look forward to discovering more landscapes that
feed my spirit, hold my heart, give me comfort when the world
around me becomes just a bit more weird and whelming.
What are you go-to stories, novels? Do you have a world that you would like a passport to? OK, just for a day, maybe. One that is more than just an escape?
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