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- INTRODUCTION to Ursula LeGuin's _The Left Hand of Darkness_
- Science fiction is often described, and even defined, as extrapolative. The
- science fiction writer is supposed to take a trend or phenomenon of the
- here-and-now, purify and intensify it for dramatic effect, and extend it into
- the future. "If this goes on, this is what will happen." A prediction is
- made. Method and results much resemble those of the scientist who feeds large
- doses of a purified and concentrated food additive to mice, in order to
- predict what may happen to people who eat it in small quantities for a long
- time. The outcome seems almost inevitably to be cancer. So does the outcome
- of extrapolation. Strictly extrapolative works of science fiction generally
- arrive about where the Club of Rome arrives: somewhere between the gradual
- extinction of human liberty and the total extinction of terrestrial life.
- This may explain why many people who do not read science-fiction described as
- "escapist," but when questioned further, admit they do not read it because
- "it's so depressing."
- Almost anything carried to its logical extreme becomes depressing, if not
- carcinogenic.
- Fortunately, though extrapolation is an element in science fiction, it isn't
- the name of the game by any means. It is far to rationalist and simplistic to
- satisfy the imaginative mind, whether the writer's or reader's. Variables are
- the spice of life.
- This book is not extrapolative. If you'd like you can read it, and a lot of
- other science fiction, as a thought-experiment. Let's say (says Mary Shelley)
- that a young doctor creates a human being in his laboratory; let's say (says
- Philip K. Dick) that the Allies lost the second world war; let's say this or
- that is such and so, and see what happens.... in a story so conceived, the
- moral complexity proper to the modern novel need not be sacrificed, nor is
- there any built-in dead end; thought and intuition can move freely within
- bounds set only by the terms of the experiment, which may be very large
- indeed.
- The purpose of a thought-experiment, as the term was used by Schrodinger and
- other physicists, is not to predict the future -- indeed Schrodinger's most
- famous thought experiment goes to show that the "future," on the quantum
- level, _cannot_ be predicted -- but to describe reality, the present world.
- Science fiction is not predicted, it is descriptive.
- Predictions are uttered by prophets (free of charge); like clairvoyants (who
- usually charge a fee, and are therefore more honored in their day than
- prophets); and by futurologists (salaried). Prediction is the business of
- prophets, clairvoyants, and futurologists. It is not the business of
- novelists. The novelist's business is lying.
- The weather bureau will tell you what next Tuesday will be like, and the Rand
- Corporation will tell you what the twenty-first century will be like. I don't
- recommend that you turn to the writers of fiction for such information. It's
- none of their business. All they're trying to do is tell you what they're
- like, and what you are like -- what's going on -- what the weather is now,
- today, this moment, the rain, the sunlight, look! Open your eyes; listen,
- listen. That is what the novelists say. But they don't tell you what what
- you will see and hear. All they can tell you is what they have seen and
- heard, in their time in this world, a third of it spent in sleep and dreaming,
- another third of it spent telling lies.
- "The truth against the world!" -- Yes. Certainly. Fiction writers, at least
- in their braver moments, do desire the truth: to know it, speak it, serve it.
- But they go about it in a peculiar and devious way, which consists in
- inventing persons, places, and events which never did and never will exist or
- occur, and telling about these fictions in detail and at length and with a
- great deal of emotion, and then when they are done writing down this pack of
- lies, they say, There! That's the truth!
- They may use all kinds of facts to support their tissue of lies. They may
- describe the Marshalsea Prison, which was a real place, or the battle of
- Borodino, which really was fought, or the process of cloning, which really
- takes place in laboratories, or the deterioration of a personality, which is
- described in real textbooks of psychology; and so on. This weight of
- verifiable place-event-phenomenon-behavior makes the reader forget that he is
- reading a pure invention, a history that never took place anywhere but in that
- unlocalisable region, the author's mind. In fact, while we read a novel, we
- are insane -- bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't
- there, we hear their voices, we watch the battle of Borodino with them, we may
- even become Napoleon. Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
- Is it any wonder that no truly respectable society has ever trusted its
- artists?
- But our society, being troubled and bewildered, seeking guidance, sometimes
- puts an entirely mistaken trust in its artists, using them as prophets and
- futurologists.
- I do not say that artists cannot be seers, inspired: that the _awen_ cannot
- come upon them, and the god speak through them. Who would be an artist if
- they did not believe that that happens? if they did not _know_ it happens,
- because they have felt the god within them use their tongue, their hands?
- Maybe only once, once in their lives. But once is enough.
- Nor would I say that the artist alone is so burdened and priviledged. The
- scientist is another who prepares, who makes ready, working day and night,
- sleeping and awake, for inspiration. As Pythagoras knew, the god may speak in
- the forms of geometry as well as in the shapes of dreams; in the harmony of
- pure thought as well as in the harmony of sounds; in the numbers as well as in
- words.
- But it is words that make the trouble and confusion. We are asked now to
- consider words as useful in only one way: as signs. Our philosophers, some
- of them, would have us agree that a word (sentence, statement) has value only
- in so far as it has one single meaning, points to one fact which is
- comprehensible to the rational intellect, logically sound, and -- ideally --
- quantifiable.
- Apollo, the God of light, of reason, of proportion, harmony, number -- Apollo
- blinds those who press too close in worship. Don't look straight at the sun.
- Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysios, every now and
- then.
- I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore
- a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
- The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie.
- Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor.
- Oh, it's lovely to be invited to participate in Futurological Congresses where
- Systems Science displays its grand apocalyptic graphs, to be asked to tell the
- newspapers what America will be like in 2001, and all that, but it's a
- terrible mistake. I write science fictionk, and science fiction isn't about
- the future. I don't know any more about the future than you do, and very
- likely less.
- This book is not about the future. Yes, it begins by announcing that it's set
- in the "Ekumenical Year 1490-97," but surely you don't _believe_ that?
- Yes, indeed the people in it are androgynous, but that doesn't mean that I'm
- predicting that in a millennium or so we will all be androgynous, or
- announcing that I think we damned well ought to be androgynous. I'm merely
- observing, in the peculiar, devious, and thought-experimental manner proper to
- science fiction, that if you look at us at certain odd times of day in certain
- weathers, we already are. I am not predicting, or prescribing. I am
- describing. I am describing certain aspects of psychological reality in the
- novelist's way, which is by inventing elaborately circumstantial lies.
- In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole
- thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it.
- Finally, when we're done with it, we may find -- if it's a good novel -- that
- we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been
- changed a little, as if by having met a new face, crossed a street we never
- crossed before. But it's very hard to _say_ just what we learned, how we were
- changed.
- The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.
- The artist whose medium is fiction does this _in words_. The novelist says in
- words what cannot be said in words.
- Words can be used thus paradoxically because they have, along with a semiotic
- usage, a sumbolic or mataphoric usage. (They also have a sound -- a fact the
- liguistic positivists take no interest in. A sentence or paragraph is like a
- chord or harmonic sequence in music: its meaning may be more clearly
- understood by the attentive ear, even though it is read in silence, than by
- the attentive intellect).
- All fiction is metaphor. Science fiction is metaphor. What sets it apart
- from older forms of fiction seems to be its use of new metaphors, drawn from
- certain great dominants of our contemporary life -- science, all the sciences,
- and technology, and the relativistic and the historical outlook, among them.
- Space travel is one of these metaphors; so is an alternative society, an
- alternative biology; the future is another. The future, in fiction, is a
- metaphor.
- A metaphor for what?
- If I could have said it non-metaphorically, I would not have written all these
- words, this novel; and Genly Ai would never have sat down at my desk and used
- up my ink and typewriter ribbon in informing me, and you, rather solemnly,
- that the truth is a matter of the imagination.
- -- Ursula K. Le Guin, introduction (c) 1976 to _The Left Hand of Darkness_ (c) 1969
- http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0441478123/stigsbookpicks/
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