I have been quite critical of modern science-fiction and for good reason. Examples covered on this blog include N.K. Jemsin’s woeful The Fifth Season which saw her win the once prestigious Hugo Award for best novel. She then scored a questionable hat trick after also winning for the two that followed in the trilogy. John Scalzi’s Starter Villain had almost no science-fiction elements and reads like something he lazily turned-out to fulfil contractual obligations with his publisher; yet it still managed to get nominated for best novel in 2024 and he had previously won in 2013 for Redshirts. Then there is Patrick S. Tomlinson’s In the Black which was not nominated for any awards but the fact he was ever published is egregious enough.
If it is accepted that the Hugo Awards hold the prestige they once did it would imply that two of the above authors are commensurate with pioneer authors like Robert Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke, Philip K. Dick, Isaac Asimov and Frank Herbert as well as greats that followed after such as William Gibson, Orson Scott Card and Neal Stephenson. If you have even a little knowledge of these authors and that doesn’t sound absurd to you, then I don’t know what more to say. Of course, most of these Jemisin would dismiss as “beardy white men” without including her beardy-white-ally Scalzi. I noticed while looking that Poul Anderson never won though he was nominated multiple times and I would take the worst book he wrote over almost any by contemporary authors.
Someone else who has only been nominated is Andy Weir and unlike most contemporary authors, he actually deserved to be.





Starter Villain by John Scalzi, Tor Books, September 19th, 2023