"The decline in American pride, patriotism, and piety can be directly attributed to the extensive reading of so-called 'science fiction' by our young people. This poisonous rot about creatures not of God's making, societies of 'aliens' without a good Christian among them, and raw sex between unhuman beings with three heads and God alone knows what sort of reproductive apparatus keeps our young people from realizing the true will of God."

— Jerry Falwell, "Can Our Young People Find God in the Pages
of Trashy Magazines? No, Of Course Not!" (Readers Digest, 1985)

In February, 2000, Jim Freund, on his weekly radio program about science fiction, entertained a question from a listener: what books would he recommend for a 13-year-old girl? This produced several weeks of nostalgiac remembrances from the listeners on a topic Jim decided to call "The Golden Age of Science Fiction is Thirteen".

When I was thirteen I was beginning to get a very strong suspicion that I was very unlike other thirteen-year-olds. I seemed unable to learn the rules of social engagement. I didn't know how to be cruel to animals, I didn't know how to whistle at girls, I didn't know how to care who won the world series. Then I read by , and a whole new theory suggested itself: maybe I was a swan disguised as an ugly duckling.

I read Odd John again in 1998 and was amazed at how deeply the tragedy of John, who was after all only a human being, still moved me. Stapledon's prescient analysis of early 20th century European politics meant nothing to me in 1959, but thanks to Olaf's heads-up I've been able to live a life of idealism, hope and faith, fully aware that forces of ignorance and immorality can overtake you at any time, but not caring because the stakes for all of us are so high — not unlike the idealism that inspires many people laboring right now to make the world a better place.

I think that science fiction is a critically important literature for young people because it debunks the idea that the values and culture of their parents are the only correct standards for a civilized world. This can even be seen as an overarching theme of almost all science fiction. How many thousands of short stories have been written where an arbitrary cultural prejudice in our society is turned on its head in an alien one? If you think everyone should cut their hair and wear a tie, I'll take you to a planet where criminals who used to have an "A" branded into their foreheads now have to cut their hair and wear a tie. If you think everyone should look like Marilyn Monroe, I'll take you a planet where people who look like Marilyn Monroe are routinely stoned to death. If you think this country is great because we've never lost a war, I'll show you a galactic confederation of planets that has marked Earth as off limits because of our incurable addiction to violence.

Science fiction rarely falls into the naive pitfalls of politically correct dogma and simplistic utopianism, yet it reliably and joyously undermines the smugness with which Earthlings still cling to their ancestor's mindless superstitions and pointless rituals. Is there any more important lesson for young people to learn if they are ever going to solve the problems we have left them with?

Those who are children to-day are growing up in a very strange world indeed. It is all strains and crackings and crumblings. It is in the act of changing into something very different, which may be better or worse. Human nature is not yet half made. It is mostly ape nature, with a few gleams of the nature which we hope man will some day have. Formerly man's apishness did not matter so much, but now he is gaining dangerous powers, and may destroy himself. He is like a monkey that has learnt how to strike matches, and may set the house on fire. To-day all depends on the young, on their preparing to take charge of the world which their elders have so shockingly muddled, on their sweeping away bad old customs and ideals and working out better ones, on their accepting whole-heartedly the new supreme loyalty, the loyalty to the slowly awakening spirit that is man.

— Olaf Stapledon,