To be honest, the whole Steampunk thing kinda snuck up on me. Which of course sounds rather like saying in wide-eyed innocence, “What elephant?” — when there’s one standing right behind you, flapping its ears to stir up a gale-force breeze. As my good friend, the multitalented writer Paul Di Filippo has noted, Steampunk seems to have become a cultural juggernaut, crushing everything in its path. To have not noticed its hissing and clanking approach, as I actually managed to do, indicates a blithe disconnection with the real world on my part, much commented upon by my wife Geri over the years, though to little avail. But then, I’ve always aspired to raising solipsism — Latin for utter self-absorption — to the status of an Olympic event.
“See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
In a world where outside coverage of Steampunk is still surprised that Steampunk exists, and inside coverage takes our strange and wondrous Steampunk universe as a given, we seek to provide perspectives which do neither.
We’re Steampunk tourists – unafraid to join in with joy; unafraid to criticize and question; unafraid of speaking to Steampunks, skeptics, geeks, historians, unusual people, advocates, or anyone else. We’ve got a giant metaphorical brass telescope, and we’re prepared to use it.