Yep, I got my copy of the new Warren Ellis book of essays, Shivering Sands.
This is stuff that a long-standing Ellis fan, like me, has already seen. But having it all in one place is priceless. Here, in my hands, I am holding some of Mr. Ellis’s great rants on the future, on the purposes of fiction, on what culture is and how we make it.
These essays, rants, and rambles over the last half-handful of years have been inspirational for me. Seriously. All that urging to get out there and do, and make, to get my vision of the future, my interpretation of the now out there and into the world — all those rants became part of my Personal Creative Vision, ™. So, yeah.
I don’t know if anyone else is affected by Mr. Ellis’s writing the way I am. I know a lot of people think it’s funny, or angry, or profane. And it is. But I find it painfully, painfully hopeful. It’s the hope of Orbiter, a book I cannot read with sobbing loudly. It’s the hope of Transmet — that we can be, we will learn to be, and we are GOING to be better than our worst, base natures. It’s the raging, furious hope of Planetary — that we will steal back control of our lives. These essays in Shivering Sands are some of that hope. Yes, there are obscene, profane metaphors. Yes, there’s humor. But I find the book is more accurately — to me — summed up by the last line of “ratStar”:
“If there’s no exit, then you make one. Break open the top of the maze and let starlight in.”