O chionn ghoirid, thachair mi ris a’ bhideo seo le Iain M. Banks is e a’ bruidhinn mu dheidhinn ficsean-saidheans. ’S fhiach e a’ bhideo air fad a choimhead, ach is fìor thoil leam an earrann seo [1.30 a-steach]:
I’ve said for years that I think science fiction is the most important genre because it is the only one that deals quite specifically with the effects of change, both on an individual and a society level, and that has mattered very fundamentally since the Industrial Revolution. Until the Industrial Revolution, people tended to die in the same society as they’d been born into. […] Once the Industrial Revolution hit, suddenly, no one who lived a normal lifespan died in the same society they were born into. […] It’s the shock of the new, the shock of change, that science fiction deals with. And a lot of the time it doesn’t live up to this high standard, and I don’t think that my SF necessarily does all the time either, but in a sense, it has that unique capability amongst genre that it deals with something very important and that is effecting us all the time, and increasingly.
Tha mi air a bhith a’ meòrachadh air a’ bheachd sin: nach bàsaich sinn anns an aon chomann anns a rugadh sinn, agus a’ smaoineachadh air mo bheatha fhèin, cho diofraichte ’s a tha cùisean bhon a bha mi nam bhalach òg, cho mòr ’s a dh’atharraich an comann againn ann an dìreach dà fhichead is beagan bhliadhnaichean, chan ann a-mhàin a thaobh teicneòlas, ach cuideachd, a thaobh ideòlas agus sructar ar comainn. Bidh mi a’ smaoineachadh orm fhìn mar chuideigin reusanta sùbailte agus adhartach, ach fhathast, bidh astar a chaochlaidh gam fhàgail aig muir aig amannan. Agus mar a thuirt Banks, tha an caochladh seo a’ sìor luathachadh.




PS. Thàinig seo an-diugh sa phost! Ù hù! Chì sibh gu bheil i air a sanasachadh gun tèid i cho àrd ri 1700 troighe. Tha sin craicte. Cha chreid mi gum faigh thu air ais i ma thèid i cho àrd ri sin. Ma dh’fhaoidte gun ceannaich mi einseannan nas lugha cuideachd, dhan chiad seòladh no dhà, mus cuir mi dhan ghealaich i. An rud as fheàrr ma deidhinn, tha i uile gu lèir sean-sgoil. Cheannaich mi tèile a chionn greis, agus bha i anns an nòs ùr, làn plastaig, agus nach do bhris mi i ga cur ri chèile. Ach an tè seo, thèid na h-itean a ghearradh a-mach a piosan fiodha-balsa agus thig i sìos le stiall fhada dhearg seach le paraisiut — dìreach mar a’ chuid a thog mi nam àrach òg. Agus seallaibh: thig i le “pocket rocket card”! Ù hù!







