I came to a realisation, last night.
I've always been a great reader of fiction, including science fiction. The further away from reality it is, the more I appreciate that a good author can tackle conundrums without getting tangled up in real-world biases or triggering the reader by resonating with real-world experience, cultural conceptions or histories that might be unique to their backgrounds.
I have always believed that the real world was more nuanced, less binary, than fiction could ever be. The realisation was that, in fact, this is not the case.
In the real world, wars really are unambiguous. The agressor is actually not in doubt. Corrupt megalomaniacs, politicians and oligarchs are plain-as-day and entirely without guile. Swindlers abound and are not shy nor are their exploitations extenuated. Perverted creeps publish their most damning and predatory lusts with public record. Show-men and agitators preach from pulpits at churches and political rallies, both to the cheers of mobs, with no cause to guard their words lest they be called out as raving lunatics.
Nuance and sly subversion, shades of grey, misguided would-be-heroes, those who do wrong while trying their best to do right and those who are judged harshly only because of their lamentable ineptitude exist only on the page.
In real life, evil endures the light of day. We laud it; we vote for it.