The hubris of declaring an entire genre dead. The presumption that one has the authority to do so. The denial of anything that doesn't exclude all others to centre oneself. The absolute tired, tedious, narrowminded joke of it all.
The hubris of declaring an entire genre dead. The presumption that one has the authority to do so. The denial of anything that doesn't exclude all others to centre oneself. The absolute tired, tedious, narrowminded joke of it all.
At this point, I think I’ve seen every genre declared dead multiple times. They’re all revenants now.
Not to mention the novel itself. They've taken their ball home so many times, they live in a ball pool.
Absolutely. And yet we keep writing ourselves new ones. Shit, we’re so powerful.
Ooh, is horror dead? Am I finally free?
No, science fiction this time. Horror is "elevated". We are going to parade you to the edge of a volcano covered in gold.
You'd have to find me first, skill level impossible!
Gah! Tbh making the endless effigies has also become a chore.
As if horror being dead could stop it in any way, if the (still going strong?) current of Zombie tales (and assorted other revenants) is anything to go by. :)