I read Monday’s post carefully. And read the comments over and over. I want to ask our readers to consider another tack.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote a short-short story I read when I was a teenager, which greatly affected me, called “Harrison Bergeron.” Read the whole thing here.
What I read in ten minutes has stuck with me forever. It’s about a future society in which all talented or beautiful or otherwise exceptional people are deliberately handicapped: The best dancers must wear cumbersome weights, the most intelligent must have their thinking disrupted with electric shocks.
Some years ago when I had a monthly book review column for a Christian bookstore national publication called Release, I mourned the fact that there was so little high-quality CBA fiction to review. If novels didn’t offend people, and had a formulaic plot or genre markings, people snapped them up. But the world scoffed.
And scoffs. And some wouldn’t read them if they were on a desert island with nothing else to read.
