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I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do for my first post on this site, but I thought it might be a good idea to talk a little about why I got into science fiction in the first place. After all, there are certain stereotypes about Sci-Fi nerds like me. Some people call science fiction “escapism,” or they call it “childish.” And I don’t know… maybe they’re right.
When I was growing up, if I behaved, I’d get to stay up past my bedtime to watch Star Trek with my Dad. My bedtime was 9. Star Trek: The Next Generation came on at 10, which meant I’d be up until 11 at night! And if I was super extra good, I might get to stay up even later on weekends for reruns of Doctor Who. That didn’t come on until midnight!
To be honest, at that age I didn’t understand much of what I was watching. But that was okay because I got to spend extra time with my Dad. He was a huge Sci-Fi buff.
Star Trek had cool spaceships and an android. The Borg were awesome because they were so powerful, and Q was even more awesome because he was even more powerful than the Borg.
As for Doctor Who… I thought of Doctor Who as TV for really smart people (smart people like my Dad!) because every episode went waaaaay over my head. Even the one about dinosaurs. That may have been a function of my age plus how late at night it was plus the fact that Doctor Who is a rather complex show.
Then not long after my tenth birthday, my Dad unexpectedly passed away.
Being ten was almost like being a grown-up, as far as I was concerned, and quite a few people kept telling me that I was “the man of the house” now that my father was gone. It was important for me to be strong, for me to be okay. And I pretended very, very hard that I was okay.
If ever there was a time when I needed some childish escapism in my life, that was it. So I watched more Star Trek and more Doctor Who. I began collecting Star Wars action figures, and I read the Timothy Zhan Star Wars novels (which are still canon in my mind, rather than The Force Awakens). From there, I started reading other science fiction novels, which inevitably led me to Frank Herbert’s Dune.
Yes, Dune was a bit above my reading level at the time. Much of the story went right over my head, but that just made me more determined to finish the book. This was science fiction for smart people, I thought, just like Doctor Who. It was the kind of science fiction my father would have shared with me, if only he’d had the chance.
But there was another reason why Dune was a book—more than any other book—that I needed to finish. For those of you who don’t know, Dune is a grand epic of science fiction that happens to be about a young man who lost his father and, in so doing, lost his whole world—literally. You can call it escapist literature if you want. It was a good escape for me at the time.
But the book was also quietly holding up a mirror. It gave me a safe way to explore my grief, and it helped me better understand the pressures being placed upon me to follow in my father’s footsteps.
And so when I committed myself to a writing career, of course I wanted to write science fiction. I was somewhat surprised by teachers and critics and self-proclaimed realists who encouraged me to write something of more literary merit, or something more consistent with market trends in the publishing industry. Maybe science fiction is mere escapism, but I know firsthand how that sort of escape can change people, how it can save people.
Anyway… wow, that turned out to be a more personal kind of post than I originally intended, but that’s okay. Everybody talks about personal stuff on the Internet these days.
So Sci-Fi hubbers, how did you get into science fiction? What does science fiction mean to you? Let us know in the comments, and be sure to click the follow button for all the great Universe of Possibilities posts that are still to come.
J.S. Pailly is a blogger, space enthusiast, and science fiction writer. He has no real world experience with space exploration, but he likes to pretend that he does, and he tries to back that up with as much scientific research as he can. Sometimes that research turns out to be useful for the purposes of science fiction.