There was, I suppose, a certain inevitability that my first post at LiveJournal - a presence hitherto maintained solely to read and comment on friends' journals - would be a reaction to somebody saying something stupid and/or inflammatory about a topic I happen to care about.
So: reading Ansible this morning, I come across this:
Howard Jacobson runs true to form in a recent interview. Anna Metcalfe: 'What makes you cross to read?' Jacobson: 'Science fiction and fantasy; or anything aimed at a child's mind. I don't think children's literature should exist.' (Financial Times, 8 September)
Now, I know I've said in the past that I will rise above such petty concerns, but sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in and, in as mature and reasoned a fashion as possible, say "Oh yeah? Well, you are!"
So, as a professional working in the field of science fiction and fantasy, with two children who both show signs of being fascinated by books, I claim right of reply. It struck me that the fairest way of answering little Howie was to pose the same question to my four-year-old daughter. Thus:
Me: What makes you cross to read?
Emily: Allegedly 'humorous' novels by self-important, supercilious troublemakers; or anything by somebody who believes themselves to be the arbiter or guardian of high culture. I don't think Howard Jacobson should exist.
There. That feels better.
So: reading Ansible this morning, I come across this:
Howard Jacobson runs true to form in a recent interview. Anna Metcalfe: 'What makes you cross to read?' Jacobson: 'Science fiction and fantasy; or anything aimed at a child's mind. I don't think children's literature should exist.' (Financial Times, 8 September)
Now, I know I've said in the past that I will rise above such petty concerns, but sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in and, in as mature and reasoned a fashion as possible, say "Oh yeah? Well, you are!"
So, as a professional working in the field of science fiction and fantasy, with two children who both show signs of being fascinated by books, I claim right of reply. It struck me that the fairest way of answering little Howie was to pose the same question to my four-year-old daughter. Thus:
Me: What makes you cross to read?
Emily: Allegedly 'humorous' novels by self-important, supercilious troublemakers; or anything by somebody who believes themselves to be the arbiter or guardian of high culture. I don't think Howard Jacobson should exist.
There. That feels better.
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annoyed - Music:The pervasive background hum of a Macbook
