Not by all the fans. But by a large number.
some traditional science fiction readers wanted a story in which the non-normal situations could be explained away by science… Some…weren’t prepared for a book in which the anxiety quotient connected with such images came from the fact that the scientific institutions that could have afforded explanations…were what had eroded from the landscape. You couldn’t call up the astronomy department [to ask why there were suddenly two moons in the sky]. (“Conversation” 4)
[from – http://www.theminnesotareview.org/journal/ns6566/lukin_josh_ns6566_iae.shtml ]
Ok, but what I hate is that this is turning out to read like an artsy movie…the story is so broken and confusing that I get frustrated trying to understand it. Having deeply layered meaning is great, but it’s so ridiculously thick that I can’t even wade through enough to see the story. And everything is so pedantic that I actually have to pause and collect myself before diving back in.
[about Gene Wolfe’s now classic Urth books from http://katiyaz005.livejournal.com/18337.html ]
Mr. Živković’s resolution of the mystery that unfolds in The Last Book was at best boring and at worst seemed so totally bizarre and insufficiently related to anything to be satisfying to any real degree. The book might as well have progressed by Lukić learning that the bookstore deaths were the result of the deceased having come into contact with poisonous goo unwittingly left on the books by two extraterrestrial patrons who liked to frequent the shop. In hindsight, it seems clear to me that one of the main reasons for this is that the author appears to be primarily concerned with preserving the ending twist to the book rather than with writing an interesting story. As a result, the book simply fails to capitalize on its promising premise.
etc etc etc etc etc etc etc ad infinitum
It seems that only F/SF readers get up in arms (storm the castle!) when a story doesn’t deliver on a coherent series of linear progressions, does not contain exactly the right level of rules to understand the little imaginary worlds we offer up. There are traditions, I guess, and of all things they most be followed and everything must be as it should be. We shouldn’t experiment, throw knives in the wind, we shouldn’t wound the reader, challenge the reader, stand up and say
YOU ARE SMART AND CAPABLE. YOU CAN HANDLE THIS.
Because that is not what they want. They want to be told they are special snow flakes. The like their antagonism small and delicate, holding their hand. Cuddling them and whispering sweet some/nothings into their ears at night. Outside of the genre, we don’t see this. I would say we need to change, but the change has to come within.