Site icon Kairos – By Brian Niemeier

Look Upon Their Works

… And enjoy a hearty laugh at the incestuous wasteland the once-prestigious Hugo Awards have become.

Predictions that the Hugo field would degenerate into a circle jerk of olpdub purse puppies beloved by editors in New York–and pretty much no one else–have been realized ahead of schedule.

Here’s a partial list of this year’s finalists.

Best Novel

Best Novella

Best Novelette

Best Short Story

One positive outcome of Sad Puppies was forcing the Worldcon crowd to admit that the Hugos reflect their clique’s debased preferences, not wider SFF fandom’s tastes. Indeed, that collection of finalists could never be mistaken for a list of contemporary sci fi fans’ favorite reads.

Instead, it’s the same Death Cult agitprop repackaged in the same handful of unimaginative oldpub covers written by the same Inner Party darlings that show up among the Hugo finalists again and again and again.

A cursory glance at the last few years of Hugo nominations reveals the well-worn Death Cult career path. Do a podcast where circus sideshow folk make approved noises about the Worldcon clique, graduate to a regular column at Tor.com reviewing books by the Worldcon clique, and finally publish a book with Tor that gets a Hugo from the Worldcon clique. Once a year, the Mad Hatter running the operation tells everybody to change places.

This morbid charade was already fascinating to watch. It’s gonna get downright hilarious now that oldpub’s accelerating death has turned the mad tea party into a frantic game of musical chairs.

Enjoy the show, and as always …

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