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In my early teens, science fiction and fantasy had an almost-total hold over my imagination. Their outcast status was part of their appeal.
— Hari Kunzru
journalist, writer, novelist
1969
In my early teens, science fiction and fantasy had an almost-total hold over my imagination. Their outcast status was part of their appeal.
Each moment, as I lived it, had already been used up. I could not connect things together. They happened to me, they had already happened to me. The helix that spans from birth to death, the unbroken thread of habit and progress that makes a person a person, a self whole and entire, had become as discontinuous and insubstantial as a chain of smoke rings.
