I watched Jim Baen’s career from his Galaxy days when I was in high school, through the Ace period and then as Baen pub. He had a true talent for picking great stories, big ideas and a stable of authors that made you think. Who else would publish columns from Spider Robinson and Jerry Pournelle in the same magazine? When he started Baen he kept up the trend and created things like the Bar. It’s too bad there is no archive of those early bar days as all sorts of stuff and ideas went around. Jim Baen will truly be missed.
So I’m a geek. I admit it.
I actually embraced my geekhood a few years ago, about the same time I finally admitted I’m a cat person, not a dog person.
Part of that geek-dom is a love of science fiction and fantasy.
I’ve been a fan since I was a little kid, watching the Apollo-Soyuz meet up with my parents. I was all of three years old, and yet it captured my imagination and never let go.
But how to explain the allure of science fiction?
Well, at least once upon a time, it was the optimism, the grand vision. The Big Idea.
SF was the fiction of what could be. It was the literature of a limitless future when man (usually American man) would take to the stars, simply because we could, and a new Manifest Destiny would spread us across the galaxy. There were no limits. Problems…
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