Brian Aldiss

Brian Aldiss
Brian Wilson Aldiss, OBEis an English writer and anthologies editor, best known for science fiction novels and short stories. His byline reads either Brian W. Aldiss or simply Brian Aldiss, except for occasional pseudonyms during the mid-1960s. Greatly influenced by science fiction pioneer H. G. Wells, Aldiss is a vice-president of the international H. G. Wells Society. He is alsoco-president of the Birmingham Science Fiction Group. Aldiss was named a Grand Master by the Science Fiction Writers of America in...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth18 August 1925
If more people had put their fellow human beings before abstractions last century, we shouldn't be where we are now.
When knowledge becomes formulated into a science, then it does take on a life of it's own, often alien to the human spirit that conceived it.
My briefest ever definition of science fiction is 'Hubris clobbered by Nemesis.'
I've no objection to morality, except that it's obsolete.
Relax, enjoy yourself. Have another drink. It's patriotic to overconsume.
Keep violence in the mind Where it belongs (Barefoot in the Head)
A writer should say to himself, not, How can I get more money?, but How can I reach more readers (without lowering standards)?
Science fiction is the search for a definition of mankind and his status in the universe which will stand in our advanced but confused state of knowledge (science), and is characteristically cast in the Gothic or post Gothic mode.
That's the artist's role - to strike out always for something new, to break away, to defy, to... grapple with the unfamiliar.
Most SF is about madness, or what is currently ruled to be madness; this is part of its attraction - it's always playing with how much the human mind can encompass.
I was hardly fit for human society. Thus destiny shaped me to be a science fiction writer.
Most of my poetry lies beyond the SF field, yet here I am corralled into 'SF poetry' as part of this poetry weekend. Of course, some might say, 'you've made your own bed - now you must lie in it!' But, while fully accepting that dictum, I'm not yet quite prepared to lie down...
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, growing riotous and strange in their impulse for growth.
Man was an accident on this world or it would have been made better for him!