I read this post while taking a break from listening to a 72 Dark Star (a fine vintage may I add) and rereading Robert Charles Wilson's Gypsies. It's a pretty melancholy novel. The characters in it can travel to alternate realities, but only ones that they can imagine existing. The fact that none of the second generation [3 siblings] of people with this power found a particularly nice world wasn't just a statement about parallel universes; it was a statement about them. There's a little exchange between one of them and her sister's son that haunts me.
"I know what that's like," Michael said and he was talking softly now, almost to himself. "Looking for a better world - I can understand that."
Laura put down her fork. "Do it," she said. Her appetite was gone. Her voice had hardened. "Do it Michael, but look hard alright? Don't give up too soon."
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Date: 2003-01-31 06:48 pm (UTC)