Some may argue whether aliens are preternatural. What is not arguable is whether the science fiction and other writing of Doris Lessing is a must read for every preternatural fan and role player. It most definitely is.
Lessing, who passed away over the weekend, was one of the best world builders, ever. She may not have rivaled god (whether you capitalize it or not) but she certainly has a place among authors like Tolkien and Lewis and Carroll whose alternate universes captivate the imagination and stir the creativity of countless role players and writers. More importantly, however, was her remarkable skill at crafting characters who were believable, that resonated with readers and amazingly trod that fine and often invisible line of madness, artistry and reality. In her words readers discover the rich inner lives of characters and how those inner conflicts drive reality both in perception and in fact.
There are those who say science fiction is not literature. That it is a fluffy panacea for the pop culture masses. And perhaps, in the hands of some, it is. In Lessing’s hands it is the literature of ideas and cultures and beliefs and beings whose existence, whether real or imagined or something in between, has made life on this rock, third from the Sun, bearable, brighter and universal. Whatever and wherever that universe is.
A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.
We are all fortunate she left so many breadcrumbs for us to follow.