I’m close to the end of Avatar Book 2, and my appreciation has just jumped up another couple notches.
I started reading science fiction when I was, maybe, 10. I was looking for more of what I got from watching Star Trek as a 6 year old (because that’s how old I was when Trek premiered) but Star Trek was dead, and I wouldn’t even see reruns in the TV market I lived in for another couple years.
Some time later, I learned there was a name for that thing I got from Trek. It”s called Sense of Wonder. It’s when it feels like my brain is going into overdrive because of the implications of what I’m watching or reading. Today I realize it’s an emotion called Elevation, a peculiar cocktail of brain chemicals triggered by, well, I don’t know exactly what. But it’s the same sensation I used to get from the religion of my upbringing (before I discovered the foundational myths of that religion were all lies) or the sensation I get from certain music.
As a jaded old man, my ability to access Elevation, to access Sense of Wonder, has dimmed. Maybe I keep watching new Star Trek in the hopeless hope that I might feel Sense of Wonder again. A hope almost never realized.
But S.D. Perry has managed to make me feel Sense of Wonder several times over the course of the Avatar duology. It impressed when I read the just-published paperbacks 25 years ago, and it’s entirely possible it impresses me even more today. It’s quite brilliant.