Spain discovered the Americas and built history’s first global empire. We were the first to orbit the planet. We are the best navy in the world and one of the best armies in history. Let’s reclaim our nation by losing it to Islam.
The Spanish were warriors, conquistadors, explorers and pioneers.
But there are others who have written Dunes, foundation or Solaris. There are others who directed Blade Runner, Foreign or Planet de los simios. The Spanish never imagined the future. Our specialty is to return to the past again and again.
Generally for punishment.
Why is this happening? Why don’t you have science fiction (cases) in Spain?
At some point in our history, all our energy disappeared.
And we are immersed in the picaresque of poverty, in the habits of poverty, in social criticism. We are fascinated by social criticism! We prefer a hobo to a spaceman.
Rebecca Ferguson in ‘Dune: Part Two’.
Yes, let’s do it Calderón de la Barcaand Gongoraand Machado Yes Lorca. All have completeness, ambition and transcendence. Spanish humor, además, has a subversive side when siglos and ahí están Quevedo, Goya or Valle-Inclán demonstrate it.
Spain also has its own version of “fictional science fiction” in the golden age of imaginary journeys Godwin.
Likewise, Renaissance utopias (written by others) were quickly translated into Spanish.
Algo es algo.
But in general, our literature aims to be low, wretched and earthly, not to come, to be light and divine.
At a certain point in the story, we gravitate toward pessimism, fatalism, and gloom. And you don’t want to have gothic or romantic darkness, but you have to have everyday light.
Science fiction and fantasy are new genres in Spain. There are also some exceptions Second origin mechanoscript, Rosa Montero (who is not a general writer) p Difficult animals, Elia Barceló or Sabino Cabezabut they lack massive impacts.
In the field of science fiction, the “universal” literary genre par excellence is something that any person, regardless of their culture, can identify with. because it appeals to the instincts kindled on fire in human natureSpain has no (cases) to report.
The movie version of Superlopez, the “mileurist” hero.
And that’s why he’s our greatest superhero Superlopezcartoon Superman.
Superlópez is a cutting expert who lives the cutting life. On the basis that you are a nadie woman with fracasos you can relate to. The lowest common denominator… with superpowers.
Our second national “superhero” is Torrent. Yes, Superlopez is beautiful noise, Torrente is hideous noise.
Torrent charms us, but only because he is more pathetic than us.
Since the Spaniards do not aspire to colonize other planets, they are more miserable than we are until the return of humans, because our smallness makes us more tolerable and less painful.
This is not accidental. It is a symptom of the cultural disease that brings marks here.
He fights in duels. Mientras Inglaterra celebrated its discoverers in its epic tales of adventure, p Kipling, Stevenson y Conrad a la cabeza, España ni siquiera celebrated its conquerors. Yes, he criticized him, insulted him and slandered him.
Indeed, the best film about the conquest of America is Apocalyptode Mel Gibson. And the Spanish conquistadors appeared only for a second.
But in a few seconds there is more admiration, respect and fascination for our conquerors than in all the Spanish literature and cinema of the last five years.
El Quixote It’s another perfect symptom. Cervantes did not reveal the hero who conquered the world. I found a place that lives inside his head that brings the epic exterior and finds refuge inside.
El Quixote It is a brilliant and revolutionary novel that invented metafiction. But the protagonist lives hidden in an idealized past. He is a peripatetic, dusty character, worthy of respect rather than admiration. It’s good because it’s spot on.
But no one wanted to be Quixote. Yes “un” quixote (y con matics).
But no “el” Quixote.
This is Spain. A civilization that preferred introspection to transcendence. Who would rather settle into the past than look to the future.
We have achieved greatness, but our exhausted souls have sunk to the ground.
And for this reason, Civil War fascinates us. Because it’s horrible, violent and cruel. Because we like to record the same things that we left behind, or through the house, wife and things that left from the neighbor.
For this reason, he is our new literary star David Uclesa guy who writes about the civil war who is good looking and wears drawstring pants. Only you can equally catch the rebuscando worlds of naranja between the scenes of chimenea of a rico, so that the ‘Hurdes way’ is active in Spanish and you will be ecstatic.
There was a crucial moment in this whole story. 1898. Alas, we are losing our last colonies. Y España no reaccia: se puede alloriquear. The ’98 generation is entering a deep existential crisis. Pessimism is installed in our cultural ADN.
Now, it’s not like we’re not writing about an epic future; That’s why we don’t believe they exist. They are all cynical, black, gray and poor. “Eso son gilipolleces” is the answer to the Spanish defect of anything greater than the same. We don’t want to travel to Mars because we have a guide waiting for us. No excuse is valid.
And so all election programs of all parties are the same: “we’ll give you a limousine”. For young men, for old men, for women, for blacks, for no work.
They tell you “you are poor in soul and spirit; unless you have been in the state, you neither know nor dream”.
And the Spanish are buying it, because Spain developed its initiative and personal dignity.
‘Solaris’ by Stanislav Lem.
Science fiction calls for progress, technological optimism, to believe that the future can be radically better. Por ace Polonia holds Stanislav LemFrance and Jules Verne y United States of America and Frank Herbert, Isaac Asimov, Philip K. Dick or Robert Heinlein.
And here we are, in 2026.
The Spanish are individualists, but we have no initiative. We are consumers but cheap products made in any third country.
We live in a past that we must not move on from.
Our heroes aren’t space gods saving the galaxy. They are accountants and clerks who work in all areas of their lives. The protagonist of all our comedies, the protagonist of us all gags of our humorists, of all the monologues of our monologues, it is always the same: peripatetic Spanish.
An Englishman could never create this:
As in the Destape films, when Francoism was in agony, we invented ridiculous protagonists who only desired the mirages of a demented woman.
Including our sexual fantasies comes from the chicken.
As super Latina lovers, we talk about how ridiculous guys are who rudely name women of higher races. Our aliens are Nordics.
And while the United States sells us a future of technological conquest, we manufacture anti-heroes. Ellos tenern a Rick Deckardand la teniente Ripleyand Muab’Diband Cooper de Interstellar. Ellos tenern a Elon Musk, Larry Page y Jeff Bezos. Shielded by Tesla, Nvidia and Gemini.
We care about each other Pedro Sánchez attempt to ban and censor social networks, as Tirano Banderas from black Spain.
And we applaud them because “someone has to set the order” in what others come up with. You have to regulate, censor and control it all, no matter if the machine is sold, some imbecile will be hurt, now with coffee you are selling two cups of blue instead of one.
You must always think of the imbecile. The imbecile is the bane of the average Spanish existence.
The only galaxy that aspires to conquer Spain is the job market and the minimum vital income.
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