More on Fiction

As I was explaining yesterday, modern fiction is an infinitesimally small subset of the possible realm of fiction. Of all the times in history, it deals with the present. And of all the possibilities, it deals with what is real. And yet, literature awards are overwhelmingly given to this tiny genre, as if it is more worthy to explore the human condition today than to creatively extrapolate into the future, or imagine an alternative past, or to re-imagine today's world.