What is the purpose of science fiction? In many respects, it is a commentary on our society, who we are, and where we could be going?
I discussed some of these things in my last post, but I feel this is worth discussing further. For the record, this isn’t something that’s happened since Donald Trump was elected President of the United States.
One of my best frends got engaged the other day. While this should simply be a
joyous note, his impending marriage is illegal in twenty states, including the one
he currently lives in. This represents an inherent lack of acceptance and adaptation,
especially from those who claim to follow the hippie liberal progressive we call Jesus.
Such discrimination led to me asking myself what would happen if the LGBT
community decided they’d had enough and decided to fight back. It made me
wonder how I would feel if my ability to date someone or get married were impaired by
some obligatory decree made by a government that made no attempt to understand
I’m trying something new–blogging by tweet. This was posted from 11 to 11:45PM CST, June 23, 2014. Full details can be found at https://twitter.com/sithlordlb
My birthday has come once again. This time, it’s broughtVitamin F along with it. I’ve talked a lot about my dystopian novel in the past weeks, so I’ll say very little about it.
Vitamin F is out now for both the Nook and the Kindle. I’ll be fine-tuning it still, but the book is out, ready for people to read it. Continue reading
As you can tell, we’re a week away from the big release of Vitamin F. I’m excited in a way I’ve never been excited before, not even when Dreams of Steam II: Brass and Bolts came out.
Since I’m a nice guy, I thought I’d share some exciting things with you, starting with a more advanced version of the cover:
In any dystopian novel, especially one like Vitamin F, the core social conflict is the quest for freedom in the face of tyranny. Someone realizes there’s some small thing they want that the state does not permit, be it keeping a journal or reading a book. Sometimes someone decides their leader must be glorified beyond the realm mere mortality.
The stories have circulated for years. In Washington DC, you can only have sex in the missionary position. Connecticut law prevents “private sexual behavior between consenting adults.” We always scoff and think of these things as the stuff of fantasy.
But they are so very real. They might not be enforced, but they are real.
In the past few days, I took part in a little protest on twitter. This was a response to the Michigan State House refusing to let to let two of their members speak after daring to say the word “vagina” while debating abortion legislation. So the protest was to tweet the word “vagina” at the twitter account of those politicians in charge of the Michigan State House.
We did this because the message being sent by the Michigan House wasn’t “be polite,” like they claimed.
The message was OBEY.
At what point do we belong to something more than ourselves?
Piecing together the world of Vitamin F hinges on this question. When do our personal rights not matter, especially when compared to the needs of society?
When a man lives for the better part of a century, his work will leave an impact. In the case of Ray Bradbury, he leaves us with a body of work that can amaze any reader and inspire any writer.
I cannot say I have read a great deal of Bradbury’s work. I first read Something Wicked This Way Comes, a book which introduced me to wonder and fear in a fantasy tale. For me, Bradbury’s writing shines with Fahrenheit 451, a dystopian tale that, unlike 1984 or Brave New World, takes a personal approach.
Like the great classics of dystopian storytelling, Bradbury has said a lot about our modern society in past writing. Fahrenheit 451 has people glued to their televisions–which each take up an entire wall–and fixate on what they watch; no one reads. Sound familiar?
Regardless, unlike those classics of dystopian storytelling, Ray Bradbury did something with Fahrenheit 451 that no one else writing a dystopia would dare to do: He offered the reader and the characters alike hope for a better tomorrow.
I take that more than anything else from the master’s work. Thank you, Mr. Bradbury for giving us an immortal body of awe and wonder.