I feel like Umberto Eco, though only an extremely rare dabbler in science fiction[1], plays in some similar conceptual spaces. The Name of the Rose is a seemingly conventional-ish mystery novel where (spoiler alert, I guess) at the end it's revealed that most of the clues that the detective used to arrive at the solution were actually just random noise, and most of the rest were chosen by the killer to fall in line with how the detective had interpreted the random 'clues'. And yet he comes to the correct conclusion and finds the killer ... And then Foucault's Pendulum is about a conspiracy that is made up of people who have bought into a conspiracy theory created by charlatans and crackpots. (If I remember right. It's been a while since I've read Foucault's Pendulum.)
[1] The only example I can think of off hand is his short story 'The Thing', which purports to be a science fiction story about the invention of tools. It's in the collection 'Misreadings' and can be accessed via https://www.google.com/books/edition/Misreadings/g8L6CKIHFs0C?gbpv=1 .
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Date: 2022-06-27 03:51 am (UTC)[1] The only example I can think of off hand is his short story 'The Thing', which purports to be a science fiction story about the invention of tools. It's in the collection 'Misreadings' and can be accessed via https://www.google.com/books/edition/Misreadings/g8L6CKIHFs0C?gbpv=1 .