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I prefer sci fi as an escape from reality, not as a confirmation that it sucks.
I wouldnt think of Chambers’ books as only escapism litterature, even though there’s nothing wrong in my book w/ escapism.
It is escapism yes, im in a tough spot now but at night i dive into her books and forget for a moment about troubles. But it also suggests that reality doesn’t necessarily sucks & won’t necessarily sucks.
Many years ago during high anxiety I got into reading lightweight non-scifi for a while. As an American fan of British humor and vintage stuff, I love PG Wodehouse’s Bertie and Jeeves stories. Looking through thriftshops turned up the Mrs. Feeley books - a series by Mary Lasswell about the adventures of three old ladies who live in a San Diego junkyard during WWII. Also an odd one called The Wise Bamboo by J. Malcolm Morris, a nonfiction account by an army officer who managed a Tokyo hotel during the postwar occupation. That book is extra cool to me, because it’s stamped as coming from that actual hotel’s gift shop.
Up til then my literary interests had been almost entirely science fiction, but I found all kinds of diversion from reality in these completely different genres.
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I wouldnt think of Chambers’ books as only escapism litterature, even though there’s nothing wrong in my book w/ escapism.
It is escapism yes, im in a tough spot now but at night i dive into her books and forget for a moment about troubles. But it also suggests that reality doesn’t necessarily sucks & won’t necessarily sucks.
Many years ago during high anxiety I got into reading lightweight non-scifi for a while. As an American fan of British humor and vintage stuff, I love PG Wodehouse’s Bertie and Jeeves stories. Looking through thriftshops turned up the Mrs. Feeley books - a series by Mary Lasswell about the adventures of three old ladies who live in a San Diego junkyard during WWII. Also an odd one called The Wise Bamboo by J. Malcolm Morris, a nonfiction account by an army officer who managed a Tokyo hotel during the postwar occupation. That book is extra cool to me, because it’s stamped as coming from that actual hotel’s gift shop.
Up til then my literary interests had been almost entirely science fiction, but I found all kinds of diversion from reality in these completely different genres.