Why I Don't Vote
Notes from a reader of pulp prophets Copyright: Sanjay Basu I grew up reading the wrong books, depending on whom you ask. While most of the boys in my neighborhood were preparing for the entrance exams that would determine the rest of their lives, I was somewhere on a folding cot with a paperback whose cover had been creased into submission by countless rereadings. Heinlein. Asimov. Clarke. Bradbury. Le Guin came later, and so did Dick, and so did the Strugatsky brothers when an uncle smuggled in a battered Russian translation. The shelf was mostly western, mostly male, mostly the brand of speculative fiction that pretended to be about spaceships and was actually about civics. Civics, it turned out, was the entire point. I did not realize this then. I thought I was reading adventure stories. I thought the long discursive passages where someone gave a lecture in the middle of a battle or a courtroom or a marooned colony were the boring parts you tolerated to get to the next plot be...