It seems to me, though, that SF might be on the verge of exhibiting a collective loss of faith in the old dream of space travel beyond our solar system. Maybe it’s already happened. On his blog, that excellent writer Ian McDonald has stated his position very clearly – he doesn’t feel that he’s engaging with anything real when he writes about spaceships. I can’t argue with that; I feel differently but it’s that personal response that’s precisely the issue here. Writers should go with their hearts and minds, and not follow the pack. If you believe in something, write about it with conviction and sincerity. If you don’t, don’t.
Reynolds goes on to say that even if SF turns its back on space, he’s still going to be “holding a candle.”
I’m with him. Until I’m living in space every day, science fiction is my spaceship.