What annoys me is that while these people were, and are running the roost, what great books did we miss? How many careers did they ruin before they even started? How many books were sent to the like of TOR, rejected by the Haydens and their ilk and dropped in the proverbial drawer, never to be seen again. How many like me, ran into their like and never even wrote anything because there was no point in starting.
One of the most interesting things – and by interesting I mean scary – about the reaction to Sad Puppies 3 is that many people who are anti-puppy (always wanted to write that) were mad at Brad for “not telling people you were putting them on the slate.”
Okay. The accusation is not true. Brad actually told people, except for a couple he legitimately forgot to contact.
But let’s not defend Brad on that front, because when we are defending him on that front, we’re already swallowing whole a pretty bizarre assumption of the other side.
Instead, let’s step back and take a deep breath.
What are the Hugos?
They’re awards, right? They’re awards given, supposedly, for the best science fiction and fantasy of the year, right?
In theory, theoretically as it were, who is supposed to nominate: why, Lord love a duck, right? Any reader of science fiction who…
View original post 2,231 more words