on March 20th, 2013 at 05:00 pm
I spent years hoping for science fiction and fantasy that would include me. I am, at last, getting it.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of reading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell and seeing the butler as a fully realised character (not to mention all the women as realised characters with their own ambitions and desires) who has a satisfying end that fits perfectly with the story and is historically correct. Yes, there were people of colour in Regency Britain. There was even a prime minister of mixed race in the eighteenth century.
Nor is there anything to equal the feeling of reading American Gods and seeing Bredda Nansi appear on the stage telling a story. My question is where were the equivalents hiding for so long? The Art, after all, was producing them in other parts of fiction. And I've been reading those since my teens.