Genre fiction has been a trashfire for years and it's doubly dispiriting when you're trying to break into it. Perfect example from the last couple days. The Hugo Awards were just held, and thanks to the coof it was done remotely. Now, the Hugos have been a joke for years (NK Jemisin's threepeat is just the tip of the shitberg), and I'm not going to get into the Sad Puppies saga. It's just too much and too complicated.
George R.R. Martin served as toastmaster this year, and despite being a staunch defender of the wokeness that's polluted the industry, he's on the receiving end of a cancel mob. What did he do? Well, he spent a lot of time praising John W. Campbell, to begin with. You may recall Campbell, despite his enormous contributions to the genre, was cancelled himself recently for his problematic beliefs and for being a dead white man. (In fact, the pissy little twat who spent her acceptance speech
for the former Campbell award burning the man in effigy won a Hugo for that speech this year -- best derivative work, or something. That should tell you how far things have fallen.) That earned him a lot of grousing.
But his real crime was ...
... wait for it ...
... mispronouncing a bunch of names.
I'll give you a moment to recover.
Yes, ol' George mispronounced such easy to pronounce names as Nnedi Okorafor, Chimedum Ohaegbu, and Amal El-Mohtar. He also pronounced black genre mag
Fiyah as "fee-ya," which probably is a little obnoxious, because that's one he should know. Anyway, no allowances are being made for the fact these remarks were pre-recorded or the generally thrown-together nature of the virtual ceremony. They are just going wild on Twitter about it, claiming there's a big difference accidental mispronunuciation and deliberately mangling it, which some of them are claiming is
literal violence. Because if GRRM is known for anything, it's crushing the ambitions of up-and-coming writers from minority communities.
Here's a good sample of the insanity. Just imagine trying to cater to these lunatics, and you may understand why there are days I think about torching all my manuscripts and going to be a plumber or something.