Where am I in the Future?
I'm not blogging a book today because I feel lousy. If you follow my LJ you'll know I have gluten intolerance, and took a stupid risk last week. This was compounded by someone else's mistake on Monday, and I am now in what I think of as "second stage". The stomach and joints have calmed down, but the brain cells (which worked just fine when I was in real pain) function only at the most primitive level. I have a book I really want to blog about, and which I'll blog about tomorrow, but right now I can't think of how I want to say what I want to say, and when I try, I get a wave of lethargy.
But all of the above does have a point in this discussion.
We read a fiction that more and more tries to embrace the diversity of the universe. If I had a student who wanted a book relevant to them, I could find them something that related to their colour, their sexuality, their profession, their nationality or their religion.
But where in the stars are the books about people with disabilities? I don't mean war-veterans who have lost limbs, I can think of a few of those, but just the day to day issues of living with deafness, or blindness, or a food intolerance, or diabetes etc. Again, I can think of books in which these issues are "the" issue (Varley's "The Persistence of Vision" is probably the best, followed by Heinlein's Waldo) or in which they are the background (how you treat diabetes when the pharmaceutical industry breaks down crops up a lot in post-disaster novels these days).
What I can't think of is a book in which someone gets on with their lives in the future living with a disability which is simply part of their character and not somehow integral to a gee-whizz bit of plottery.
I'm off to Boskone this weekend so whether I post will depend on whether the hotel has wi-fi. They've put me to moderate a panel which starts with a quote from this page. This is the moment I always want to say "But I believed that *last* month. I'm not sure I believe it any more...".