I’m reading Ann Leckie’s Provenance while listening to Spirit Adrift’s Curse of Conception. In what possible world would I have ever come across two such geniuses? I still believe in the idea of a canon, but am just now realizing that its contents depend as much upon the greatness of a work as everyone’s ability to access (and therefore judge whether or not to preserve) it. In other words, canon is nothing more than what we universally choose to preserve in the infinite long run. Short of that, the contents of canon will always be up for debate, as is right.
Yet the contents of canon can be nothing other than what we are willing to create, to attempt.