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…