The artist isn't a guru, a god, or sometimes even a good guy.
"... real talent manifests itself not in a writer's affectation but 'in the exactness of his observation [and] the justice of his situations.'"
What's "ambitious" about a work of fiction? Hint: it isn't the length or the size of the dramatis personae.
Why philosophical fiction doesn't have to be boring -- and why SF&F provides an ideal field for such work.
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