And like any product that sucks, it is to be blamed on its creators.
I used to party with the last of the Old Guard, the Haldemanns and the R. R. Martinesque types. Even then, they were going bad. Now, they are all appearing to be a pack of out and out communists and Trotskyite pinkoes. Self confessed, and proud to be so.
And this takes their written product and makes it as dreary as can be, and not worth reading. I just gave up on Charlie Stross's 'Accelerando' after about five pages. Dreary drivel, with no soul, just like its creator. And he and his kind give each other awards and book contracts. The fish is rotten from the nose to the tip of its tail.
These 'writers' don't believe in a future, so how can they write about one? And when they do, it turns out to be so confusing and sad that you begin to imagine being in a warm bath with a fresh pack of razor blades.
Mr Stross's friend (I think) Cory Doctorow is just as bad as any of them, and they are all little red birds chirping from a bare, dead branch. While I tend to value just about any scrivener, if only for the work alone, and not the quality, these people need to just shut up. I realize Zelazny is dead, and I miss him so, compared to these dry bones calling themselves writers today.
Used to be, I would turn in to a bookstore, and go straight for the Science Fiction section. Now I see the sign as a warning.
And that's just sad...