In the end, one might just say that Moorcock’s work as a whole represents an extraordinarily multifarious execution of the fantasist’s main task: which is to get us out of here.
– John Clute’s introduction to The Michael Moorcock Collection as found at the beginning of Daughter of Dreams: Book One of Elric: The Moonbeam Roads
This is why I write. For me. To get me out of here. And for the few who have read (and, occasionally, enjoyed) my small body of work, such as it is.
…to get us out of here.
That’s why I read and enjoy these fantastic tales. They get us out of here. There are worse ways to spend my time, certainly.
I read quite a range of fantastic fiction. I know in SF circles there tends to be a lot of snobbery about the differences between SF and sci-fi but, to be honest, I don’t really care. Rarely would I get drawn into a conversation/argument about the benefits and woes of either part of the greater genre. I didn’t, and still don’t, care. Just fire up the engines and get me out of here.
My current reading list includes Blue Remembered Earth by Alastair Reynolds and Mechwarrior Dark Age: Ghost War by Michael Stackpole. The latter, I’ve read before and what’s not to love about giant mechanised robots fighting each other. I mean, really?!?