They're books, people. They may piss people off or enlighten or distract or (at their best) give comfort in dark times, create a sense of belonging... but when it comes down to it, they're books.
And in four hundred years, our posturing won't have any impact whatsoever on which tenth of a tenth of a percent of them are even remembered well enough to be ignored in historical lit surveys.
Fuck this for a game of soldiers. I'm going climbing.
ETA: shweta_narayan points out below that this could be read as a dismissal of all critique, and that's not at all how I intended it. What I find pointless and frustrating is the Subgenre Wars, and the endless sniffing about how Alt-History is somehow morally superior to Steampunk, or hard science fiction is somehow morally superior to sociological science fiction, or what-have-you.
I'm just done with it.
(Got Range of Ghosts imported into Scrivener today. We'll see if that makes revisions better or worse, when I start revisions.)