There has been great
pleasure derived from reading lots of stories over the last sixty (odd) years.
I started out, at
first, with HG Wells and Jules Verne but there soon came more contemporary work
and, of course, the ‘classics’.
Those old stories
were the product of equally rich imaginations as those we have today but were
written much differently and to a different audience. The social milieu was much different, too, so that there are
things that we cannot grasp completely now that were easily understood then;
similarly, there are aspects of the writing of Chaucer and Shakespeare that we
consider, perhaps, childish.
Let’s just pause,
for a moment, and think about Rudyard Kipling.
Kipling was a great
storyteller. He was, quite
possibly, one of the greatest storytellers of all time.
He would admit that
he was not a writer in the classic sense that would be applauded by purists
(and critics) but his stories are superb.
Racist, though.
If you told him he
was a racist he would, in all probability, just give you a blank stare –
clearly wondering what on earth you meant.
He is a racist by
our standards, by the standards of now.
Today. Not then.
Perhaps, in a
hundred years time our current batch of authors – yes, me too, will be regarded
as ‘odd’. Perhaps I will be
regarded as ‘sexist’. I believe I am not but I do like women but, then, I am a
man so it would be natural, surely.
Many of our ides and
social commentary will gradually become dated. The future moves closer as we slide, gently, into the past.
So it is with the
‘masters’.
‘Romeo and Juliet’
was a love story that tugs at the heartstrings. It lasted about three days. He was seventeen and she was thirteen. Acceptable then. Now?
We could analyse all
of those olden stories and find that they are not quite how we like to think of
them.
Just scrutinise the
‘Merchant of Venice’ or Chaucer’s ‘Canterbury Tales’. For that last one, if you
thought ‘Game of Thrones’ was racy...
George RR Martin’s
‘Song of Ice and Fire’. Brings us sharply back to the present.
This is the book
that was turned into an excellent TV series called ‘Game of Thrones’.
The book is better.
No, seriously. I do not say this because I am an author (and I’m proud of my
stories, of course) but because it is true.
I have, previously,
beaten this topic to death on the ‘Blog’ so we will move on.
Many great books
have been turned into films and TV series – some successfully and some less so.
L Ron Hubbard (who
once, famously, said that selling science fiction stories at a penny a word
will not make anyone rich, it would be more lucrative to invent a religion.
Which he did) wrote ‘Battlefield Earth’. It was an excellent book. The film?
Was most entertaining but it wasn’t like the book. Yes, the critics panned it
but it was still a good film for us sci-fi buffs for all that.
Recently I’ve been
reading some new authors (checking out the competition).
Ray Owen’s ‘The
Hole’. An exceptional story that I thoroughly enjoyed.
Ted Iverson’s
‘Search for FTL’. Fascinating story and, like Ray’s book, told from a different
angle.
There have been a
couple of others but, having watched the TV series based on George RR Martin’s
book, the effect is the same with them all.
These new books are
different. Each has it’s own
character in the same way as Chaucer and Shakespeare are different and they, in
turn, are different from Wells and Verne and Conan Doyle, et al.
This is a new
age. We have a different media
pounding us. We are all interconnected by mobile ‘phones, internet, radio, TV, newspapers.
The changes that
have taken place, not just technologically but socially, in the last fifty
years have been overwhelming.
My Mother was on the
development of a new, war-winning device called RADAR in the thirties. Aircraft
are only a shade over 100 years old.
In my lifetime we
have progressed from land-based telephones to small hand-held devices; huge
radios driven from the mains or bigger batteries through ‘Transistors’ to
today’s micro-technology of iPods and such; we have moved into the jet age
where travel is for everybody and not just the rich; we have become aware of
more through intensive media coverage.
Drugs have always
been available but the access to them is easier and the delivery systems are
much more efficient now.
We know about the
world, we know what is happening in far-flung corners of it but we are less
familiar with what is happening to us – in our locality.
We are becoming
inured to pain and suffering, it is becoming ‘normal’. We have calluses on our mind so that
our focus is on ‘getting ahead’ at all costs; people who are different or who
have less are ‘losers’, wimps’, useless people.
This is the world
that the modern writer faces. We
write about what we know. We write about what we see and feel.
It is amazing that
we write anything. It is stunning
that younger authors, like Ray and Ted, write with feeling and sensitivity for
their subject.
They, among others,
give me hope for the future – whatever they will think of us.
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