Well, sort of.
I had a blog post written and ready to go. Catchy title (“What Ever Happened to Space Opera?”), passionate writing, definitions, fantastic supporting examples.
And I’m not going to post it.
Why not? Because it wasn’t what I wanted to say, or at least it wasn’t how I wanted to say it. I don’t want to rant, I want to talk, and that post was definitely a rant.
Space Opera is a term that’s meant different things to different people at different times. A few decades back, it commonly meant the worst written pulp SF had to offer, making a convenient target for the rest of the literary world to look down on (no, that hasn’t entirely gone away). The definition shifted over time, evolving in stages to become almost anything set in the far future involving technology that might as well be magic, with ideas and civilizations spanning galaxies. But somewhere in the middle it was what I mean when I say Space Opera: an adventure story that takes place in space or on a planet other than Earth.
An off-planet adventure story. The stakes don’t have to be high for the universe (although they should be for the main character(s) at least), but the word “adventure” is important in my admittedly vague definition. A Jedi may not crave adventure and excitement, but a Space Opera (which Star Wars certainly is) definitely needs both.
And it’s something I don’t think we have enough of any more.
Not every story, and not every SF story, needs to be action driven, but what’s wrong with having a few that are? They are out there, but they’re getting harder to find in written form, and I think the genre might be poorer for it. Variety is critical to the health of any art form, even, or maybe especially SF.
Less rant and more quiet contemplation, I hope.
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