In the wider world, of which I was reluctantly a part, a love of fantasy was a sign of weakness.īut that has changed.
White, Fritz Leiber, Terry Brooks: I read them to pieces, and I chased them with a stiff shot of Dungeons & Dragons. Tolkien, Ursula Le Guin, Anne McCaffrey, Piers Anthony, T.H. Not that this stopped me, or a lot of other people. It was to be Gollum, slimy and gross and hidden away, riddling in the dark. In my suburban Massachusetts junior high, to be a fantasy fan was not to be a good, contented hobbit, working his sunny garden and smoking his fragrant pipeweed. It was fringey and subcultural and uncool. It had, let us say, some unpleasant associations. Hen I was a kid, in the 1980s, fantasy was not entirely OK. TIME’s Lev Grossman, author of The Magician’s Land, explains why fantasy is no longer just for nerds. Fantasy has escaped the fringe and come to the center of our lives and the stories we tell each other.
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