On Diversity by Prose Before Ho Hos

It seems that the SJW’s have an obsession with the idea of diversity but only of a very shallow variety. Prose Before Ho Hos has an interesting discussion on the nature of this Diversity in a essay titled simply On Diversity: Or, I Don’t Think That Word Means What You Think It Means

There’s been a lot of talk in literary circles, especially among a select group of Science Fiction and Fantasy (SFF) authors and their fans, about “diversity.” It started with a call for diverse characters and settings, and has evolved into a general white noise of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth lamenting the lack of diverse authors. Recently another author even helpfully suggested that having more “diverse” authors isn’t enough—no, we must also stop reading all those nasty white male authors from the past. Because readers aren’t smart enough to get that a stories are written in the context of their times. Or something. Talk about moving the goalposts.

This from a genre that peddles primarily in hermaphrodite space apes and elven warrior princesses, written by really oddball folk who are generally living on the fringes of society to begin with.

But I digress.

Diversity is a wonderful thing. It’s one of the reasons I gravitated to SFF in my early teens. I love SFF. Maybe not in the dress-up-like-a-Wookiee-and-go-to-conventions Überliebe1 of hardcore fandom, but in my own, quiet, avoid-crowds-and-people-with-epic-butt-crack way. Most other genres are fairly narrow—similar plots, stock characters, same paint-by-numbers formula for every book. SFF is such a broad genre that anything can happen, and usually does. Like most people in my generation, I was exposed to it first in my early childhood through Star Wars and my dad reading me The Hobbit at night, but I really dug into it years later when I discovered authors like Robin McKinley, Lloyd Alexander, Anne McCaffrey, Robert Asprin, Susan Cooper, and Orson Scott Card.

This is my bookshelf. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
This is my bookshelf. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
In almost every room of my house, I have bookshelves precariously stacked and stuffed to overflowing with a dizzying assortment of books that can at best be described as eclectic, at worst schizophrenic, and a good portion of them are SFF. I read the raging Twitter-storms over the lack of diversity in SFF and I go meditate before my huge tracks of shelving and scratch my head. Could it be these people are not reading the same books I’m reading? I don’t see how you could read SFF and not find an overwhelming array of diverse books (and authors for that matter). I’m not being facetious here. It’s a broad genre composed of several kazillion metric crap-tonnes of stories. What are these people reading?

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