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Help Support Your Local World-Famous Author!

Posted October 31, 2007 By John C Wright

I can correctly call myself “world famous”, because my sister in Australia (in the opposite hemisphere) bought one of my books.
Ladies and gentlemen, if any of you see any spelling errors in TITANS OF CHAOS, tell me before November 15th, because I am going over the manuscript one last time in preparation for its paperback publication.

For those of you who can afford to buy it in hardback, but who are waiting for the paperback version to save money, I think I should warn you that instead of the last chapter where all the plot threads are resolved with a shock of satisfaction, the raw and blood-soaked action explodes from the page, the Dark Lord falls screaming into an atomic volcano, the detective reveals who the killer is, the lovers are reunited, the true king returns to reunite the kingdom, and the busty blonde indulges in a 96-way super-orgy with the Eighteenth Men of Neptune, for the paperback I substituted an experimental chapter where Shinji indulges in a long, pointless, boring telepathic dialog with his EVA01 machine that consists only of broken scraps of conversation, written entirely without punctuation, whose ultimate meaning I leave to the reader to decide.

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Gratitude is necessary for both Happiness and Decency

Posted October 30, 2007 By John C Wright

The always-interesting Theodore Dalrymple on the recent spate of pro-Atheist books. Though an atheist himself, he finds the books to be childish and petty. He quote with favor the insight and maturity, by contrast, of a Christian writer named Hall.
http://www.city-journal.org/html/17_4_oh_to_be.html

You would be correct to imagine I have complete sympathy with the good doctor; I went through a similar stage of seeing one too many of my fellow atheists as being on the wrong side of philosophic wisdom (what he called “thinness”) before my conversion. JRR Tolkien’s melancholic reflection on history as a long series of defeats (to culminate, so he faithfully believed, in a final victory at the end of days) struck me, for example, as notably more serious and mature, notably a better sense of what history was like, than, for example, the atheist authors I admired. My fellow science fiction writers seemed prone to simple utopias or equally simple dystopias, as if one solitary good would cure the world’s pain, or as if one solitary evil would inflict it. Ayn Rand’s world view, which I admire in other respects, preaches that liberty cures and redeems mankind; Robert Heinlein’s that a tolerant indulgence in fornication and incest cures and redeems mankind. The Parousia of the former is a sack of gold and a sense of a job well done; of the latter, a throbbing erection. I will not say gold, or the sense of a job well done, or the pleasures of the marriage bed are anything other than a source of joy, in their proper time and subordinate to higher goods; but to bow down to Mammon or Priapus as if these things were the sole and supreme good in life, well, that is merely simplistic. Pleasures make one happy for a time, but only a little happy, and only for little a time.Marcus Aurelius, on the other hand, taught that happiness was impossible without self-command, and self-command without justice, moderation, temperance, fortitude: Plato said the state could not endure without steadfastness in the virtues of its subject, soldiers and leaders. At the time, oddly, to me my fellow atheists seemed more alien to Marcus Aurelius in thought and precept, and far more fatuous, than the Christian writers.

Allow me to quote from the linked article:

The thinness of the new atheism is evident in its approach to our civilization, which until recently was religious to its core. To regret religion is, in fact, to regret our civilization and its monuments, its achievements, and its legacy. And in my own view, the absence of religious faith, provided that such faith is not murderously intolerant, can have a deleterious effect upon human character and personality. If you empty the world of purpose, make it one of brute fact alone, you empty it (for many people, at any rate) of reasons for gratitude, and a sense of gratitude is necessary for both happiness and decency. For what can soon, and all too easily, replace gratitude is a sense of entitlement. Without gratitude, it is hard to appreciate, or be satisfied with, what you have: and life will become an existential shopping spree that no product satisfies.

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Peace through Puppets!

Posted October 29, 2007 By John C Wright

Only posting a link! This is not a post.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaC4cjJyHXY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn10jk2jRCA

Peace Through Puppets is a non-profit organization dedicated to helping U.S. Civil Affairs Soldiers & Medical Teams stationed in Iraq use puppets to communicate with children affected by the war.

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Robert Heinlein’ famous predictions

Posted October 26, 2007 By John C Wright

From time to time, one comes across on the Internet opinions so far divergent from one’s own, that a reasonable consideration of the issue, even for someone with the patience of a philosopher, is a task worthy of Hercules, or, perhaps of Job.

I came across, for example, these words of wisdom from a Mr. Justin B. Rye:

http://www.xibalba.demon.co.uk/jbr/imo.html

He proposes, inter alia: Faith is incompatible with Occam’s Razor; “Dehumanising” technology is a step in the right direction; All philosophy written before the Industrial Revolution is best forgotten; Free-market “Libertarians” are a greater threat to civilisation than Marxists; No nation to which children are routinely expected to declare their allegiance can be entirely “free.”

The assertions are no doubt chosen for their shock value, but they are, as a whole, so boneheaded (pardon me, I mean, of course, that they are so distant from the world view that I espouse) that even so argumentative a person as myself cannot take them seriously enough to argue with them. Since I am content to argue with flat-earthers, true believers in astrology and Atlantis and a man who says he is married to a vampire Space Elf from the Astral Plane (no, I kid you not), you must imagine my tolerance for how lunatic an idea must be before I regard it as not worth discussing is rather generous.  But even my generosity has limits: I will not argue with someone who says the pronoun “he” does not embrace both sexes, for example.

I will, however, take issue with Mr. Rye’s proposition Number 9:  In the Year of Our Lord 1997, Mr. Rye held that Heinlein’s predictions for 2000 AD were laughably inaccurate. This proposition is serious enough to be worth debating. My own humble assessment is that Mr. Heinlein’s predictions were, on the whole, both bold and accurate, and even when inaccurate, were understandably so, that is, a reasonable guess even if a wrong one.

Mr. Rye devoted a step-by-step analysis of Mr. Heinlein’s predictions here. http://www.xibalba.demon.co.uk/jbr/heinlein.html. Mr. Rye’s opinions are neither amusing nor instructive, so I will not repeat them here, or take issue with them. I will follow Mr. Rye’s format, substituting my judgment on Heinlein’s accuracy for his.

I rate on the following scale: A = bull’s-eye accurate; B = accurate, but not a bull’s-eye, where the opposite of what he predicted would nonetheless seem absurd; C = A close miss, maybe “nicked the edge”; D = A clear miss, the arrow flew into the stands, and by accident killed the princess.

There are twenty predictions in all. Under each number, the first paragraph of bold text is the original prophecy, as given in the 1950 magazine article “Pandora’s Box” by the S.F. writer Robert Anson Heinlein. 

The first indented paragraph after this gives the postscripts from his amended version for 1966, “Where To?

Lastly come the afterthoughts for the 1980 version, as collected in “Expanded Universe.”

My text is plain: Mr. Heinlein’s is in bold font.

Prediction One:

RAH 1950: Interplanetary travel is waiting at your front door — C.O.D.  It’s yours when you pay for it.

Mr. Heinlein speaks in a folksy manner that is easy to read, but also easy to misunderstand. Is he saying we will have trips to other planets by 2000? Well, now (I write in October of 2007) we do not have interplanetary travel, while we do have satellite launches as routine operations, and space technology has ubiquitous commercial and military uses. My cellphone goes through a satellite, and so does Google maps. We also send routine robot probes to other planets, and have sent fly-by missions to the outer planets.

My interpretation is that the prediction is that there are no TECHNICAL difficulties to interplanetary travel. We simply did not have the technical know-how to put a man on the moon or a man on Mars in 1950, when the prediction was made.

To understand what he is saying, and how visionary it was at the time, let us consult contemporary voices of greater authority than a mere sciffy hack:

  • “Space travel is utter bilge.” Richard Van Der Riet Woolley, upon assuming the post of Astronomer Royal in 1956.
  • “Space travel is bunk.” Sir Harold Spencer Jones, Astronomer Royal of the UK, 1957 (two weeks later Sputnik orbited the Earth).

My vote: Accurate. Interplanetary travel is here, we willing to pay for robot probes, but we are not willing to pay manned expeditions.

RAH 1966: And now we are paying for it and the cost is high.  But, for reasons understandable only to bureaucrats, we have almost halted production of a nuclear-powered spacecraft when success was in sight.  Never mind; if we don’t, another country will.  By the end of this century space travel will be cheap.

Let us once again contrast Mr. Heinlein with a contemporary voice:

  •  “There is practically no chance communications space satellites will be used to provide better telephone, telegraph, television, or radio service inside the United States.” T. Craven, FCC Commissioner, in 1961 (the first commercial communications satellite went into service in 1965).

            1965 was a mere four years from the Apollo 12 landing. My vote: Half accurate. Interplanetary travel is not cheap, and no other country picked up the tab. There is no prospect of an Orion-style nuclear drive spaceship in the near term. Heinlein could not have predicted (nor can current observers understand) the weird anti-Nuke cult which influences politics and industry.

RAH 1980: And now the Apollo-Saturn Man-on-the-Moon program has come and gone.  […]  Is space travel dead?  No, because the United States is not the only nation on this planet.  […]  By 2000 A.D. we could have O’Neill colonies, self-supporting and exporting power to Earth, at both Lagrange-4 and Lagrange-5, transfer stations in orbit about Earth and around Luna, a permanent base on Luna equipped with an electric catapult — and a geriatrics retirement home.  However, […] what is most likely to happen [is] that our space program will continue to dwindle.  It would not surprise me (but would distress me mightily!) to see the Space Shuttle canceled.  In the meantime some other nation or group will start exploiting space — industry, power, perhaps Lagrange-point colonies — and suddenly we will wake up to the fact that we have been left at the post.  […]

He predicts that, despite the heady possibilities of an O’Neill colony and a Luna base, by 2000 the space program will continue to dwindle. This prediction is accurate.

He predicts other nations or groups will start exploiting space. Here is a current list of nations with space agencies: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_space_agencies. I do not think I need to tell an audience of science fiction readers about the Indian and Chinese space efforts, or about Spaceship One from Scaled Composites winning the Ansari X Prize. So this prediction is also accurate.

His prediction that we will wake up by 2000 is inaccurate. There was some talk in the current administration of manning a mission to Mars: but it would require an effort sustained across several administrations to see this through. I am doubtful

My vote: his prediction is not a bullseye, but consider if an futurologist from 1950 had predicted the opposite (no space travel, no rockets out of the Earth’s atmo) how absurd that would seem. By that standard, I give him credit for this one.

Grade: B

Prediction Two:

RAH 1950: Contraception and control of diseases is revising relations between the sexes to an extent that will change our entire social and economic structure.

This prediction can be called inaccurate because it overstates the case: our ENTIRE social and economic structure has not changed from 1950. We still have joint-stock corporations, for example, and fractional reserve banking.

However, Mr. Heinlein is once again merely being folksy. What he means is that sexual mores will change beyond recognition. Can anyone reading these words recall, or ask his parents or grandparents to recall, what the standards were in 1950, when this prediction was made?

I can tell you what the law was: Griswold v. Connecticut was decided in 1965. Before that date, the use of contraceptives in Connecticut and in other jurisdictions, even between man and wife was illegal. Pornography, which nowadays flows from every computer, was illegal in all 48 states. Adultery, instead of winning the applause of the Democrat Party and the National Organization for Women, was illegal in all 48 states, and carried a jail term.

1950, when this prediction was made, was three years before Kinsey published his famous (or notorious) study, and homosexuality was regarded as a mental illness, and a felony. Sodomy was illegal in all 48 states, and was a felony. In 1955, Arkansas lowered the jail term penalty from five years to one. In 1960, New York downgraded the crime from a felony to a misdemeanor.

If you read this to mean that sexual mores will change beyond recognition by AD 2000, I judge this to be an accurate prediction.

RAH 1966: […]  I am tempted to call it a fulfilled prophecy.  […]  But the end is not yet; this revolution will go much farther and is now barely started.  […]

Heinlein is correct. The prophecy was fulfilled, and the evolution (or degeneration) had barely started.

I will draw the readers attention, for example, to a case in Maine were a public school was giving an eleven-year-old girl contraceptives, on the theory that statutory rape is permissible if the girl is having “safe sex.” http://www.mrsdutoit.com/index.php/main/single/3043/

RAH 1980: […]  The sexual revolution: it continues apace — Femlib, Gaylib, single women with progeny and never a lifted eyebrow […].  Prediction: by 2000 A.D. or soon thereafter extended families of several sorts will be more common than core families.  The common characteristic of the various types will be increased security for children under legally enforceable contracts.

If we include Europe in the reckoning, single-parent families are more common than traditional nuclear families. If we consider the “traditional” nuclear family to be, as the standards of 1950 held it to be, a situation where both man and wife came to the marriage bed as virgins and did not divorce, clearly and unarguably that situation is so far in the minority as to be unheard-of, and, indeed, by the common majority opinion of these days, such a standard is regarded as absurd, perhaps even sinister or psychopathic.

He is dead wrong about increased security for children. The grimmest and most unthinkably evil aspect of the sexual revolution is the increase in the child murder rate. No, I am not talking about abortion, I am talking about children killed by their mother’s live-in boyfriend.

He is also dead wrong about childrearing being enforced by legal contracts. This is because Mr. Heinlein never studied law. Marriage is not a contract; it is nothing like a contract; the idea that a contract for sexual favors or childrearing services would be held enforceable at law is nearly zero. Law works by precedent. The precedent is that pre-nuptual and post-nuptual agreements are void as against public policy. The law is that parents cannot dispose of their responsibilities as childrearers by private contract: you cannot just drop off your kid at your exgirlfriends house, pay her a sawbuck and have her raise the child. All these matters are controlled by family law courts, and this is not likely to change in the future.

If Heinlein had predicted that family law courts would establish paternity and paternal duties rather than Churches and community custom, he would have been nearer the mark.

However, the core of his prediction was that the sexual revolution would continue apace. In 1980, the Court decisions concerning Sodomy laws and Gay Marriage were still two decades in the future, and by no means easy to foretell. 

My vote: Again, consider the opposite futurologist in 1950 confidently predicting that contraception would remain illegal and abhorrent, adultery would carry a jail penalty, and that unnatural acts would never receive public acceptance. By that standard, Heinlein’s prognostication is a bull’s-eye.

Grade: A

Prediction Three:

RAH 1950: The most important military fact of this century is that there is no way to repel an attack from outer space.

Again, this is open to interpretation. The century is over, and no nation launched an attack on another nation with space-based weapons. However, the ability of the ICBM (which flies in the troposphere, i.e. outer space) to land an atomic missile on a city or other major civilian target was the single fact that prevented the Soviet Bloc from conquering the world. Is the fact that no one can stop an air raid from space a more important military fact, than, say, the existence of the atom bomb? Is it a more important military fact than the utility of computers to organize command and control, or more important than space-based global positioning systems?

RAH 1966: I flatly stand by this one.  […]  This prediction is as safe as predicting tomorrow’s sunrise.  Anti-aircraft fire never stopped air attacks; it simply made them expensive.  The disadvantage in being at the bottom of a deep “gravity well” is very great; gravity gauge will be as crucial in the coming years as wind gauge was in the days when sailing ships controlled empires.  The nation that controls the Moon will control the Earth — but no one seems willing these days to speak that nasty fact out loud.

The moon is simply not an important military asset as of 2000 A.D. No one controls it and no one sees the need. This prediction is flatly wrong. The sunrise did not come up. Indeed, the main geopolitical fact controlling the Cold War was the threat of global thermonuclear exchange leading to a series of proxy wars in nasty Third World pestholes. No atomics were used in these wars. Had we had the ability during the Korean or Vietnam War to drop atomic missiles from Luna onto enemy cities, we would not have used them. It would have made no difference.

My vote: inaccurate.

RAH 1980: I have just heard a convincing report that the USSR has developed lasers far better than ours that can blind our eyes-in-the-sky satellites and, presumably, destroy our ICBMs in flight.  Stipulate that this rumour is true: It does not change my 1950 assertion one iota.  Missiles tossed from the Moon […] arrive at approximately seven miles per second.  A laser capable of blinding a satellite and of disabling an ICBM to the point where it can’t explode would need to be orders of magnitude more powerful in order to volatilize a chunk of Luna.  […]

If anything, not merely space technology, but all weapons technology, has been downgraded in its importance to military outcomes since 1980. In the current war, our high-tech warriors are fighting men who use videotapes, the internet, and improvised roadside bombs to kill targets of little or no military value. Had we placed a military base on the moon in 1960 or 1980, it would have had no effect on the surprising outcome of the Cold War, and it would be having no effect on the current Jihadist War.

And his assessment of the inability to stop in incoming missile can be called accurate, if you like. As of 2007 AD, we do not have a working missile defense. I am not convinced we might not have such a thing within the next eight years, but that depends more on political and less on technological factors.

My vote: A miss, but not a wild miss. There are some military applications of space.

Grade: C

Prediction Four:

RAH 1950: It is utterly impossible that the United States will start a “preventive war.”  We will fight when attacked, either directly or in a territory we have guaranteed to defend.

Again, there is some interpretation here. Perhaps he means a pre-emptive atomic strike on Moscow, such as that which no less a figure than Winston Churchill was advocating, and which the Truman Administration, by ignoring Churchill’s urging, condemned two generations of the West to live in daily expectation of the thermonuclear destruction  at the hands of psychotic Communist thugs. If so, the prediction is accurate: We did not launch any atomic wars in order to save ourselves from the threat of an enemy first strike.

RAH 1966: Since 1950 we have done so in several theaters and are doing so in Viet Nam as this is written.  “Preventive” or “pre-emptive” war seems as unlikely as ever, no matter who is in the White House.  Here is a new prediction: World War III (as a major, all-out war) will not take place at least until 1980 and could easily hold off until 2000.  […]

Accurate. No major all-out war comparable with World War II has happened, and no such war is in contemplation. Indeed, not even a battlefield war is likely to take more than a month or two. Americans do not even remember and cannot understand what an all-out war is. We now routinely expect wars to be fought by small highly-trained cadres of volunteers. The idea of mobilizing the whole population and placing the economy on a wartime footing, complete with gas rationing, is not in the foreseeable future.

RAH 1980: I am forced to revise the 1950 prediction to this extent: It is no longer certain that we will fight to repel attack on territory we have guaranteed to defend; our behavior both with respect to Viet Nam and to Taiwan is a clear warning to our NATO allies.  The question is not whether we should ever have been in Viet Nam or whether we should ever have allied ourselves to the Nationalist Chinese.  I do not know of any professional military man who favored ever getting into conflict on the continent of Asia; such war for us is a logistic and strategic disaster.  But to break a commitment to an ally once it has been made is to destroy our credibility.

A miss. No one of Heinlein’s generation, the Greatest Generation that fought World War Two, could have expected the nation to be so pro-Communist that we would pull out of Vietnam when we had effectively won the war and simply let all those innocent people die. Most people even now cannot understand the thinking, then or now, behind pre-emptive surrender to a despicably weaker and despicably evil foe.

My vote: a wild miss. We just started pre-emptive war in Iraq, and one of the reasons given for the war was that the danger of waiting until the enemy achieved a nuclear strike capability was too great to justify waiting for a casus belli.

Grade: D

Prediction Five:

RAH 1950: In fifteen years the housing shortage will be solved by a “breakthrough” into new technology which will make every house now standing as obsolete as privies.

RAH 1966: Here I fell flat on my face.  There has been no breakthrough in housing, nor is any now in prospect.  […]

RAH 1980: I’m still flat on my face with my nose rubbed in the mud; the situation is worse than ever.  […]

My vote: a clear miss. Housebuilding is not open to assembly-line principles.

Grade: D

Prediction Six:

RAH 1950: We’ll all be getting a little hungry by and by.

Heinlein, while eerily accurate in some ways, had a blind spot when it came to overpopulation, which turned out to be a myth.  A clear miss.

(No 1966 postscript.)

RAH 1980: Not necessarily.  In 1950 I was too pessimistic concerning population.  Now I suspect that the controlling parameter is oil.  In modern agriculture oil is the prime factor — as power for farm machinery (obviously) but also for insecticides and fertilizers.  Since our oil policies in Washington are about as boneheaded — counterproductive — as they can be, I have no way to guess how much food we can raise in 2000 A.D.  But no one in the United States should be hungry in 2000 A.D. — unless we are conquered and occupied.

The problem of hunger in America is not a real problem. Deaths from being overweight is a greater problem among our “poor” (who are not at all poor by any historical standard). 

My Vote: a clear miss, and Heinlein reversed himself in 1980.

Grade: D

Prediction Seven:

RAH 1950: The cult of the phony in art will disappear.  So-called “modern art” will be discussed only by psychiatrists.

A clear miss. Modern art is uglier and more preposterous than ever.

(No 1966 postscript.)

RAH 1980: One may hope.  But art reflects culture and the world is even nuttier now than it was in 1950; these are the Crazy Years.  But, while “fine” art continues to look like the work of retarded monkeys, commercial art grows steadily better.

My vote: saying that commercial art looks better in the 1980s than in the 1970s is not a prediction.

Commercial art has declined in quality from 1950 to 2000, at least from a technical standpoint. Compare the draftsmanship of, for example, Alexander Raymond’s FLASH GORDON with that of Peter Chung’s AEON FLUX. Compare the draftsmanship of advertisements in 1950 with that of 2000. Art is phonier than ever.

My vote: A horrific miss.

Grade: D

Prediction Eight:

RAH 1950: Freud will be classed as a pre-scientific, intuitive pioneer and psychoanalysis will be replaced by a growing, changing “operational psychology” based on measurement and prediction.

A bold prediction by 1950 standards, when Freud was regarded as being true beyond dispute. However, operational psychology based on “measurement and prediction” has not come about. Some amazing advances have been made in neurochemistry, and drugs can cure or limit mental diseases that Freudian psychoanalysis cannot and could not cure, or even address.

(No 1966 postscript.)

RAH 1980: This prediction is beginning to come true.  Freud is no longer taken seriously by informed people.  More and more professional psychologists are skilled in appropriate mathematics; most of the younger ones understand inductive methodology and the nature of scientific confirmation and are trying hard to put rigor into their extremely difficult, still inchoate subject.  […]

Nope. Heinlein is talking here about reducing psychology to a science with the rigor of physics; he is speculating that we are on the brink of studying man as if man were not possessed of that one thing that can never be reduced to analytical measurement: human consciousness. There is no hope, now or ever, of human beings reducing human beingness to numbers. Ridiculous.

My Vote: I consider Heinlein to have “nicked the edge” of the target by guessing that Freud would be out of fashion. As far as I know, “operational psychology” refers to an attempt to study psychology without reference to metaphysical or philosophical concepts, and it died with Skinner and Pavlov.  However, psychology is not my field: if anyone has better information on this, please feel free to comment.

Grade: C

Prediction Nine:

RAH 1950: Cancer, the common cold, and tooth decay will all be conquered; the revolutionary new problem in medical research will be to accomplish “regeneration,” i.e., to enable a man to grow a new leg, rather than fit him with an artificial limb.

My vote: a clear miss. There is no cure for cancer, and we have new diseases, unheard-of in 1950, for which we have no cure and no clear prospect of a cure, not to mention the development (by the unintended consequences of Darwinian selection of human efforts to expunge them) of vaccine-resistant strains of common diseases.

RAH 1966: In the meantime spectacular progress has been made in organ transplants — and the problem of regeneration is related to this one.  Biochemistry and genetics have made a spectacular breakthrough in “cracking the genetic code.”  It is a tiny crack, however, with a long way to go before we will have the human chromosomes charted and still longer before we will be able to “tailor” human beings by gene manipulation.  The possibility is there — but not by year 2000.  This is probably just as well.  If we aren’t bright enough to build decent houses, are we bright enough to play God with the architecture of human beings?

This is wrong on several levels. Advances in organ transplants have been spectacular since 1950; but we did not have “a long way to go” to map the human genome. I supposed you could say it was not completed by 2000, but by 2003.

RAH 1980: I see no reason to change this prediction if you will let me elaborate (weasel) a little.  “The common cold” is a portmanteau expression for upper respiratory infections which appear to be caused by a very large number of different viruses.  […]  Good news: Oncology (cancer), immunology, hematology and “the common cold” turn out to be strongly interrelated subjects: research in all these is moving fast — and a real breakthrough in any one of them might mean a breakthrough in all.

I am not sure if this is a prediction at all, rather than a comment that one cure might effect several diseases. If it is a prediction, it predicts that the cure for cancer, found by 2000 AD was also found to stop the common cold.

My Vote: a clear miss, achoo, and Gesundheit. I think in my next SF book, I will simply say the common cold will continue not to be cured up until 802,701 A.D.

Grade: D.

Prediction Ten:

RAH 1950: By the end of this century mankind will have explored this solar system, and the first ship intended to reach the nearest star will be abuilding.

If you count robot probes, this one is accurate. We have landed on or made close passes by every body in the solar system, and discovered over 50 exosolar planets.

But he loses points on the “first ship intended to reach the nearest star.” Nothing of the kind is even on the drawing board as of AD 2000.

RAH 1966: Our editor suggested that I had been too optimistic on this one — but I stand by it. 

As above.  

RAH 1980: My dollar is still on the table at twenty years and counting.  Senator Proxmire can’t live forever.  In the last 10½ years men have been to the Moon several times; much of the Solar system has been most thoroughly explored within the limits of “black box” technology and more will be visited before this year is out.  Ah, but not explored by men — and the distances are so great.  Surely they are… by free-fall orbits, which is all that we have been using.  But […] if your ship could boost at one-tenth gee [you could manage round-trips to Mars in 14½ days, or to Pluto in as many weeks].  Most of you who read this will live to see constant boost ships of 1/10 gee or better — and will be able to afford vacations in space — soon, soon!  […]

A clear miss. There are no constant-boost ships in production or on the drawing board. Vacations in space are hardly a routine matter.

Near miss. We have explored the solar system, merely in in the way expected. But there is no constant boost ship, and no interstellar ship.

Grade: C.

Prediction Eleven:

RAH 1950: Your personal telephone will be small enough to carry in your handbag.  Your house telephone will record messages, answer simple inquiries, and transmit vision.

(No 1966 postscript.)

RAH 1980: This prediction is trivial and timid.  Most of it has already come true and the telephone system will hand you the rest on a custom basis if you’ll pay for it.  In the year 2000, with modern telephones tied into home computers (as common then as flush toilets are today) you’ll be able to have 3-dimensional holovision along with stereo speech.  Arthur C. Clarke says that this will do away with most personal contact in business.  I agree with all of Mr. Clarke’s arguments and disagree with his conclusion […].

Bull’s-eye. My phone cannot answer simple queries, but when I call a business, I can be lead through a phone menu to have the system, without a human operator, do things as complex as bank transactions.

Grade: A

Prediction Twelve:

RAH 1950: Intelligent life will be found on Mars.

Sorry, no. This prediction was unsupported by what was known of Mars even in 1950.

RAH 1966: Predicting intelligent life on Mars looks pretty silly after those dismal photographs.  I shan’t withdraw it until Mars has been thoroughly explored.  […]

Sorry, no. We are now debating the possibility of bacterial life, maybe, at one time.

RAH 1980: The photographs made by the Martian landers of 1976 and the orbiting companions make the prediction of intelligent Martian life look even sillier.  But the new pictures and the new data make Mars even more mysterious.  I’m a diehard because I suspect that life is ubiquitous — call that a religious opinion if you wish. 

Very well: it is a religious opinion, and one without proper theological grounding.

On of the most surprising things about the universe is that, if our currently accepted theories of the origin and evolution of life are not wildly inaccurate, the galaxy should be teaming with so many ancient millions of civilizations that the discovery of even one percent of them, a few ten thousands, would be inevitable. To have discovered no exosolar civilizations at all, no life at all, is wildly unlikely.

Well, the wildly unlikely seems to be happening. As for Heinlein’s religion, his faith in life on Mars seems to be less theologically sound than the speculation of C.S. Lewis that the other intelligent life in creation is holding us in quarantine. Something weird is going on. Why are the stars silent?

Grade: D. I would grade lower if I could, because the sober science of Heinlein’s day could not realistically support the notion of intelligent life on Mars. What? A civilization with no lights, no radio, no detectable energy use, no Great Wall of China, no Holland, no sign visible to your nearest neighbor that you are there?

Prediction Thirteen:

RAH 1950: A thousand miles an hour at a cent a mile will be commonplace; short hauls will be made in evacuated subways at extreme speeds.

RAH 1966: I must hedge number thirteen; the “cent” I meant was scaled by the 1950 dollar.  But our currency has been going through a long steady inflation, and no nation in history has ever gone as far as we have along this route without reaching the explosive phase of inflation.  Ten-dollar hamburgers?  Brother, we are headed for the hundred-dollar hamburger — for the barter-only hamburger.  But this is only an inconvenience rather than a disaster as long as there is plenty of hamburger.

As of 2007, the hamburger I bought today cost $ 6.79, and that included drink and a side order of French Fries. Turning to my handy dandy inflation calculator, (http://www.westegg.com/inflation/) this comes to $0.83 in 1950 dollars. By my recollection a burger was four bits in the 1950’s and a coke was a nickel, so this is an increase of about 28 cents increasing in price. On the one hand, the burger was twice the size and the coke was five times the size of the 1950’s burger, and I got it delivered to my car window in about one minute.  On the other hand, the waitress did not speak English. All-in-all, I’d call it a wash. Heinlein is still spooked by Malthus, and daydreams (daynightmares?) of overpopulation and Soylent Green style Food Riots.

RAH 1980: About those subways: possible, even probable, by 2000 A.D.  But I see little chance that they will be financed until the dollar is stabilized — a most painful process our government hates to tackle.

This is bogus. The problem is technological, having nothing to do with price stabilization. Delivering groceries overnight is worth a certain amount of money to the consumer, whose buying habits ultimately determine the costs and benefits of developing new systems of transport. Delivering groceries in half the time twelve hours rather than twenty-four, six rather than twelve, is not worth twice the price.

There are superhighspeed magnetic trains, but, no. This one is a miss, even adjusting for inflation and so on.

Grade: D

Prediction Fourteen:

RAH 1950: A major objective of applied physics will be to control gravity.

A clear miss. He is talking about generating gravity without mass. According to the standard model, and even nonstandard models, this is impossible.

RAH 1966: This prediction stands.  But today’s physics is in a tremendous state of flux with new data piling up faster than it can be digested; it is anybody’s guess as to where we are headed […].  This is the Golden Age of physics — and it’s an anarchy.

Mr. Heinlein is blowing smoke here, I am afraid. In 1966, there was no prospect of a unified field theory, there was no even theoretical way to generate gravity artificially, no way, even in theory, to bend space or manipulate dimensions or generate gravitons, or even to discover if gravity is quantized, or … I am simply amazed he did not list this with time travel and matter transmission as a fantasy. It would require a major revolution, as big as Newton, as big as Einstein, to form a scientific model that would permit gravity to be anything other than a side-effect and a defining characteristic of mass. 

RAH 1980: I stand by the basic prediction.  There is so much work going on both by mathematical physicists and experimental physicists as to the nature of gravity that it seems inevitable that twenty years from now applied physicists will be trying to control it.  But note that I said “trying” — succeeding may take a long time.  If and when they do succeed, a spin off is likely to be a spaceship that is in no way a rocket ship — and the Galaxy is ours!  (Unless we meet that smarter, meaner, tougher race that kills us or enslaves us or eats us — or all three.)

He would have been better advised to cry defeat on this one, as he had with his prediction about intelligent life on Mars.  Why not wish for an interialess drive or a perpetual motion machine while you are at it? 

Grade: D. I would grade lower if I could. This is an outrageous prediction, even given the state of physics in 1950, and I would take points away for his the hemming and hawing of 1966, and 1980. 

Prediction Fifteen:

RAH 1950: We will not achieve a “World State” in the predictable future.  Nevertheless, Communism will vanish from this planet.

Another prediction that is remarkably bold by 1950 thinking. Remember, in the immediate postwar period, it was universally held that only a United Nations, a successful League of Nations international police body, could prevent World War Three, which most people predicted (with some justice) to be no more than ten years off.

No one except Ludwig van Mises (HUMAN ACTION was published in 1949, one year before this prediction was made) held that communism was an unstable and unsustainable economic system. No one.

RAH 1966: I stand flatly behind prediction number fifteen.

In 1966, to predict the downfall of communism was not just bold, it was practically an act of supernatural prophecy. Only Ayn Rand (1957) cried that  Communism was evil as well as economically foolish. The other enemies of the Soviets thought they were evil and strong. In 1957 Sputnik was launched: every reasonable indicia indicated that the Soviets were ahead of us in technology, better organized, larger, and not crippled by the confusion and anarchy (so the economists of the time termed it) of the capitalist system.

RAH 1980: […]  I shan’t weasel as I am utterly dismayed by the political events of the past 15-20 years.  At least two thirds of the globe now calls itself Marxist.  Another large number of countries are military dictatorships.  Another large group (including the United States) are constitutional democratic republics but so tinged with socialism (“welfare state”) that all of them are tottering on the brink of bankruptcy and collapse.  So far as I can see today the only thing that could cause the soi-disant Marxist countries to collapse in as little as twenty years would be for the United States to be conquered and occupied by the USSR […].!

A prediction that is flatly and utterly wrong. Communism collapsed for the reasons outlined by Ludwig von Mises in 1949. Socialism is a system where economic calculation is impossible: without a market system, economization of resources, including human labor, is impossible. Socialism is a system that rations everything and wastes everything. Might as well throw your money into a bottomless well.

Grade: A, but downgraded to a B for his prediction of 1980, which was the reverse of the truth.

Prediction Sixteen:

RAH 1950: Increasing mobility will disenfranchise a majority of the population.  About 1990 a constitutional amendment will do away with state lines while retaining the semblance.

(No 1966 postscript.)

RAH 1980: I goofed.  I will be much surprised if either half of this double prediction comes to pass by 2000 — at least in the form described and for the reasons I had in mind.  The franchise now extends to any warm body over eighteen and that franchise can be transferred to another state in less time than it takes the citizen to find housing in his/her new state.  Thus no constitutional amendment is needed.  But the state lines are fading year by year anyhow as power continues to move from the states to the Federal government and especially into the hands of non-elected bureaucrats.

My vote: He goofed. No one in 1950 could have predicted the sudden and astonishing seizure of power by non-elected feds: it was alien to the independent spirit that existed at that time. No one in 1950 really grasped that the constitution of government had changed, if not forever, at least for the next half century, with the election of Franklin Roosevelt.

Grade: D.

Prediction Seventeen:

RAH 1950: All aircraft will be controlled by a giant radar net run on a continent-wide basis by a multiple electronic “brain.”

Oddly enough, this is one prediction that should have come true, and only the mind-boggling inefficiency of your government at work prevents it.

(No 1966 postscript.)

RAH 1980: This prediction still stands — although it may be my wishful thinking.  Such a system was designed over thirty years ago; Congress wouldn’t buy it.  […]

My vote: He goofed. Clear miss. Air traffic control machines still use vacuum tubes, ferchrissake. There is only one manufacturer that makes them, and the only one they sell to is the federal government, whose buying and selling are controlled by the non-elected bureaucrats mentioned in the prediction above.

Grade: D, but we should upgrade it to a C because the folly and waste of the federal government in preventing this obvious upgrade to the air traffic system is unimaginable. No one, not even Cassandra herself, could have foreseen this.

Prediction Eighteen:

RAH 1950: Fish and yeast will become our principle sources of proteins.  Beef will be a luxury; lamb and mutton will disappear.

Not only is this not a bold prediction, it falls within the commonly accepting thinking, the myths current in the late fifties. Heinlein is a little ahead of fashion for saying it in 1950. It is the old, old error of Malthus, that even Malthus did not believe in the second printing of his famous essay.

RAH 1966: I’ll hedge number eighteen just a little.  Hunger is not now a problem in the USA, and need not be in the year 2000 — but hunger is a world problem and would at once become an acute problem for us if we were conquered… a distinct possibility by 2000.  Between our present status and that of subjugation lies a whole spectrum of political and economic possible shapes to the future under which we would share the worldwide hunger to a greater or lesser extent.  And the problem grows.  We can expect to have to feed around half a billion Americans circa year 2000 — our present huge surpluses would then represent acute shortages even if we never shipped a ton of wheat to India.

I am not sure I can call someone predicting “a whole spectrum of political and economic possible shapes” a real prediction. Worldwide hunger was shrinking at the time this was written, to the best of my knowledge, and is at an all-time low. Isn’t India a net exporter of wheat these days? Someone correct me if I am wrong.

RAH 1980: It would now appear that the USA population in 2000 A.D. will be about 270,000,000 instead of 500,000,000.  I have been collecting clippings on demography for forty years; all that the projections have in common is that all of them are wrong.  Even that figure of 270,000,000 may be too high; today the only reason our population continues to increase is that we oldsters are living longer; our current birthrate is not sufficient even to replace the parent generation.

My vote: a near miss. The opposite prediction, that world hunger will be solved by Star Trek style utopian niceness, would be absurd. But the problem with world hunger is a problem of politics, not a problem of overpopulation or limitations of resources or techniques. India, as of 2000 AD suffered no famines, and even China, now that her rulers allow for private farming, suffers no famines. All famines from 1950 to 2000, the time period covered by the prognostication, were caused by socialism.

Grade: C, if we grade generously. We still have some world hunger.

Prediction Nineteen

RAH 1950: Mankind will not destroy itself, nor will “civilization” be destroyed.

Since scholars and intellectuals as august as A.J. Toynbee and Oswald Spengler  were predicting the second fall of Rome for all Western civilization, not to mention science fiction routinely predicting global atomic Armageddon, to make this prediction took quite of bit of guts. You might argue that, if it proved false, no one would be around to debate the issue, but there were survivors of the Fall of the Western Roman empire. 

RAH 1966: I stand by prediction number nineteen.

Since the West as actually in a weaker position confronting nuclear-armed communism, and since scholars and intellectuals, by 1966, were also discussing the possibility of megadeath via ecological or overpopulation catastrophe, this prediction was even bolder than it had been in the 1950’s.

For comparison, note that CANTICLE FOR LEIBOWITZ, which popularized the image of post-nuclear world holocaust, was published in 1959; Rachel Carson published SILENT SPRING in 1962; Paul Erlich published THE POPULATION BOMB in 1968, propagandizing the concept of “overpopulation” so well that it still vexes and frightens intellectuals today, even though we are currently suffering from underpopulation (which was one of the causes of the decline and fall of the Roman Empire, by the way).

RAH 1980: I will stand by prediction number nineteen.  There will be wars and we will be in some of them — and some may involve atomic weapons.  But there will not be that all-destroying nuclear holocaust that forms the background of so many S.F. stories.  There are three reasons for this: The United States, the Soviet Union, and the People’s Republic of China.  Why?  Because the three strongest countries in the world (while mutually detesting each the other two) have nothing to gain and everything to lose in an all-out swapping of H-bombs.  Because Kremlin bosses are not idiots and neither are those in Peking.  If another country — say Israel, India or the South African Republic — gets desperate and tosses an A- or H-bomb, that country is likely to receive three phone calls simultaneously, one from each of the Big Three: “You have exactly three minutes to back down.  Then we destroy you.”  After World War II I never expected that our safety would ever depend on a massive split in Communist International — but that is exactly what has happened.

This is a bold prediction, considering that Jimmy Carter was president from 1977 to 1981, and during his term the Cold War was given up for lost. Mutually Assured Destruction was regarded as the most hopeful scenario as the West declined, either slowly to fall to the inevitable victory of communism, or rapidly but in utter futility to destroy itself in a thermonuclear paroxysm resisting the inevitable victory communism.

My Vote: Accurate. None of the nuclear powers, not even Pakistan or India, used a nuclear weapon in war as of 2000 AD, which is the time limit of the prediction.

Grade: A. Not only did we not destroy ourselves, we did not even come close.

Prediction Twenty: The Negative Predictions

RAH 1950: Things we won’t get soon, if ever:

  1. Travel through time.
  2. Travel faster than the speed of light.
  3. “Radio” transmission of matter.
  4. Manlike robots with manlike reactions.
  5. Laboratory creation of life.
  6. Real understanding of what “thought” is and how it is related to matter.
  7. Scientific proof of personal survival after death.
  8. Nor a permanent end to war.  (I don’t like that prediction any better than you do.)

RAH 1966: I see no reason to change any of the negative predictions which follow the numbered affirmative ones.  They are all conceivably possible; they are all wildly unlikely by year 2000.  Some of them are debatable if the terms are defined to suit the affirmative side — definitions of “life” and “manlike,” for example.  Let it stand that I am not talking about an amino acid in one case, or a machine that plays chess in the other.

Since he qualifies number “e” to exclude laboratory creation of amino acids, he is on firm ground here. We are no where near the ability to create a new species, much less create new life from nonlife. As of 2000, it is still cutting-edge technology to clone a sheep. No one has created a flying unicorn from scratch.

RAH 1980: I see no point in saying more.

All these are spot-on, and not very bold predictions. Those things that science fiction writers invent for the sake of drama, but which have no basis in physics, are easy to list, and he has done so.

The only one on the list that is even arguable (I will not argue it, but the argument could be made) oddly enough, is number “g.” There have been a sufficient number of independent studies of people who have “died” on the operating table, or come close to it, and shown no signs of life or brain activity, and woken up, and spoken about the things they saw and were told while officially dead, and their accounts contain enough parallels and similarities, that to explain the matter without admitting the possibility of life after death strains the imagination, and requires farfetched ad hoc coincidences.

The other one where he is arguably wrong is h. Remember, we are only dealing with the period between 1950-2000. If we define war to mean major mobilization of the entire population, a full-scale nuclear exchange, a total war, the answer is yes: World War III never happened. A major war of that kind is not in contemplation until and unless a major disaster or corruption from within dislodges the United States from her unique global supremacy.

Grade: A, but downgraded to a B because these predictions were so easy to make. “No time travel by AD 2000” is not really a hard prediction. I also predict no genii from a lamp will turn the South Pole into an Italian Ice and feed it to the Midgard Serpent.

FINAL SCORE !

 

  1. b
  2. a
  3. c
  4. d
  5. d
  6. d
  7. d
  8. c
  9. d
  10. c
  11. a
  12. f
  13. d
  14. f
  15. b
  16. d
  17. c
  18. c
  19. a
  20. b

As a professional predictor of the future, Mr. Heinlein is a pretty darn good science fiction writer. I doubt anyone else could have done better.


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Posted October 26, 2007 By John C Wright


Magic Highway USA (Distribution)

My prediction for the year 2000: Your personal telephone will be small enough to carry in your handbag. Your house telephone will record messages, answer simple inquiries, and transmit vision.

Here, as a link, I offer Bad Predictions for the Future:
http://www.2spare.com/item_50221.aspx

My personal favorite from the list:

  • “Dear Mr. President: The canal system of this country is being threatened by a new form of transportation known as ‘railroads’ … As you may well know, Mr. President, ‘railroad’ carriages are pulled at the enormous speed of 15 miles per hour by ‘engines’ which, in addition to endangering life and limb of passengers, roar and snort their way through the countryside, setting fire to crops, scaring the livestock and frightening women and children. The Almighty certainly never intended that people should travel at such breakneck speed. (Martin Van Buren, Governor of New York, 1830).
  • “What can be more palpably absurd than the prospect held out of locomotives traveling twice as fast as stagecoaches?” The Quarterly Review, March edition, 1825.
  • “Rail travel at high speed is not possible, because passengers, unable to breathe, would die of asphyxia.” Dr Dionysys Larder (1793-1859), professor of Natural Philosophy and Astronomy, University College London.
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Null-A Continuum SNEAK PREVIEW

Posted October 24, 2007 By John C Wright

Here is the first chapter of my next book, NULL-A CONTINUUM

The Map is not the Territory; the Word is not the thing it represents.
Our sensations are not reality, but an abstraction from reality.


Pain.

A torment of fire raced along Gilbert Gosseyn’s nerves as he stood on the promenade deck of the great space liner Spirit of Liberty. 

The next moment: darkness.

A moment before, the calm voice of the captain echoed from the annunciators, warning passengers that the distorter-shift from orbit to the ship’s berth on the planet below was about to take place. Through the cool armored plastic of the transparent hull, the planet Nirene hung like a black pearl in space, her icecaps a dazzling azure crown in the light of her blue-giant sun.

Then next moment…

Gosseyn’s body jerked in agony, but before he could draw breath, the darkness and the scalding pain were gone. He landed on his feet in a crouch. There was carpet, not metal deck, underfoot.

He blinked. His eyes adjusted to indoor gloom. He was in a small, well-kept apartment. Behind him was a kitchenette, outfitted with the latest in electronic appliances; before him to the left, a retractable door was slid half-open to reveal a green-house filled with orchids. Steamy, hot air came from that door. What little light there was came from that doorway. Before him to the right was a closed door. Directly before him was a desk and chair made of lightweight plastic-steel. The chair had toppled. Here was a corpse.

The corpse was distorted, blackened, as if the once-human body had been twisted by unthinkably powerful forces. Here and there a white bone fragment peered through the dark, dry mass. The bones were subtly curved, but not fractured, warped out of alignment. 

The mental picture formed was one of subatomic wrongness.

The man had been of a wiry built, lean but not tall. Few other details survived. The face of the corpse was an indistinguishable blackened mass. The head was burned free of hair. The right hand was a fleshless black claw; the left hand had been burnt down to a stump. Concentric stains of decayed matter surrounded the left stump, as if the murder-energy, whatever it had been, had lingered at that spot after the man’s death. Tiny glimmers of gold formed teardrops at the center of the halo of stains: Gosseyn assumed it was the remnant of a wedding ring.  

Gilbert Gosseyn gently probed the corpse with a pulse of energy from his double-brain. There was no return signal: he could not “memorize” or mentally “photograph” the cellular and atomic structure of the corpse.

The man’s clothing, strangely, was not burnt or marred. He was dressed in the somber, loose-fitting garments favored by favored by citizens of the central worlds of the Galactic League.

This raised the question of what planet Gosseyn was now on. How many light-years had he been carried by distorter?

*     *     *

The gravity seemed the same as it had been aboard ship, which had been adjusted to match that of the planet Nirene.

The sensation of momentary darkness was familiar to him. Distorter matrices were able to form an electro-nuclear similarity between the atomic composition of one area of space-time and another, in such a fashion that the interval between the two points became mathematically insignificant. During that moment of distortion, objects, energy, people, even giant space vessels, could be moved across the gap between the two points as if there were no gap. The lesser always moved toward the greater.

Gosseyn knew the phenomenon better than anyone else. Except for Gosseyn Three, his “twin-brother” (that cell-duplicated version of himself created in the same fashion he had been) no other living person was known to have the extra neural matter, a secondary brain, tuned to the energy flows of the continuum in such as fashion as to allow him to act as a living, biological distorter machine.

Someone had acted during the moment of distorter uncertainty. While the ship moved to her home-station receivers to which she was attuned, something had attuned Gosseyn…here.

Alert, he stepped into the orchid greenhouse. The room was hot and wet, but unlit. A shawl hung on a peg near the door, emitting cool air. Gosseyn assumed the thermostat on the shawl was tuned down to compensate for the close warmth of the room. Something tickled his memory. Where had he seen this before?

The light came from a second door beyond, half-open. Gosseyn was through it in a moment. It was a bedroom.

First, he stepped to the window, turned it on. The window was bolted to what seemed a wooden wall, but Gosseyn’s secondary brain could detect the residual magnetism of the armor beneath the wood veneer, nine inches thick or more. The window was a fixed-direction model, able to bring in images from beyond the armored wall, but not to peer into neighboring apartments.

The view showed a giant blue-white sun glaring down on a metropolis of super-skyscrapers. Despite their height, the buildings were squat, cylinders as wide as they were tall; many were crowned with rooftop gardens of vivid blue plantlife. One building, a stepped pyramid half a mile high, had acres of garden and park at every balcony.

But the scene had a grim aspect to it. Each building was surrounded by a slight haze like a heat shimmer: electromagnetic force shields heavy enough to dissipate the heat and radiation of orbital bombardments, nor did modern windows need to pierce the massive armor of their surfaces to bring in light. Air traffic was conspicuously absent, as were energy-bridges leading from roof to roof. Flying cars, or pedestrians strolling atop a solid streamer of force, made vulnerable targets.

Gosseyn amplified the window image. As a precaution, he selected a spot on a nearby rooftop, and memorized it. Specialized ganglia in his extra brain felt the “tug” of awareness of that little portion of space less than a mile away. He set the trigger in his mind to jump him to that spot if doubt or pain struck him.

Then he focused the window on the posters and signs of the few street-level shops he saw. Some writing was in the script of Gorgzidi, which Gosseyn could not read, but which he recognized. The automatic methods of learning spoken languages at a subverbal level did not have a means of teaching writing systems.  Hieroglyphs on the older buildings were Nireni, which he had learned in preparation for his voyage. He had also studied maps; he recognized place names.

This was the city New Nirene of the planet Nirene, the second city of that name. Before the throne had been removed to planet Gorgzid, this world had been the capital of the Greatest Empire. The first city called Nirene, once a metropolis of some thirty million souls, was now a burnt, radioactive wasteland.

The military aspect of the architecture of New Nirene was merely one more legacy of the decades of iron rule by Enro the Red. The great dictator was gone, but the events the tyrant set in motion continued in their remorseless way under the vast inertia of social habit and thought. The years of conditioning by police and military propagandists left a visible stamp on the scene below; and, Gosseyn reminded himself, an invisible stamp in the minds of Enro’s subjects. To call the world a League protectorate was an abstraction, an incomplete statement. On a fundamental level, by habit and custom and all the neurotic behaviors of the untrained minds of Enro’s subjects, this was still a world of the Imperium.

There was a high dome in the distance, possibly the very starport where the ship he’d traveled on was now berthed. The dome seemed solid: distorter technology did not require the ship launching or landing stations to be open to the sky. But there were antennae atop the peak that suggested x-ray radar-photography arrays able to examine ships in orbit for weapons before bringing them to the surface, in the heart of the city.

So Gosseyn had been carried a few miles, at most.

Why? And by whom?

*     *     *

Gosseyn turned from the window. 

The sense of familiarity was stronger now. There were two separate beds, with a night-stand between them. Next to one of the beds was an electric shoe rack, with several pairs of woman’s shoes, kept clean by the silent, invisible vibrations of the rack. Beyond, a beige suit of feminine cut was visible through a gap in the closet door.  On the vanity, next to a small jewelry box, was a slender platinum cigarette case of the automatic kind. Everything on that side of the room bespoke taste, wealth, and elegance.

Next to the other bed was a book-shelf, neatly organized. The spines were lettered in English. Books of psychology, neurolinguistic philosophy, atomic theory, forensics, and other scientific works. The books were of the type that recorded spoken thoughts and notes by the reader, and were locked at his fingerprint. Atop the book-case were several small scientific instruments, folded into black leather cases. Gosseyn picked up two of them: the first was a unit for detecting atomic vibrations at a fine level, the second was a camera whose special lens arrangement could reconstruct photons absorbed into ordinary substances, glass or wood, and show recent events.

Gosseyn stepped to the closet, opened it. The man’s portion of the closet had four suits of clothing of similar cut: one of them was an Earthman’s dress suit, jacket and tie. A transparent plastic case built into the side of the closet held a heavy electric pistol with a snub-nose, several-megawatt aperture, dialed down to a nonlethal shock setting. A line of atomic batteries was fitted into a clip. Gosseyn recognized the make and model: it was Venus-made, designed with a built-in lie detector circuit to prevent misuse.  

He moved quickly over to the further bed, and picked up the pillow. There was a faint scent of perfume, a long strand of brown hair. Beneath the pillow was a recharging holster for a slenderer type of pistol: a lady’s model. The pistol itself was gone. The manufacturer’s brand was marked on the holster. Gosseyn recognized the model.

*     *     *

There had been a general store, run by a man named Nordegg, not five miles from Gosseyn’s little house in Cress Village, Florida, that stocked sporting goods, including fire-arms. The slender and powerful handguns sat in a display case beneath the hunting rifles, with a small depth-illusion sign:

For the Prudent Student!

GOING TO THE CITY OF THE MACHINE DURING THE LAWLESS MONTH?

Buy Lady Colt Lectrocutioner 2.4 Kilovolt

Because not every man is sane.

 

His wife had bought one just before her death, back when they were both young students, preparing to visit the Games Machine.

Rather (Gosseyn mentally corrected himself) he remembered such a sporting goods store. He remembered his wife’s sudden death in an airplane accident. He remembered his lonely continued studies, and his trip by stratospheric liner to the City of the Machine.

Most memories are abstractions of real events. The photon strikes the eye, and the brain records the images, or, rather, its filtered impressions of the images. But Gosseyn’s memories, in this area, were false: imprints on his gray matter, having no bearing on reality. He had been shipped in a medical crate to the City of the Machine, fully grown, an artificial being with no past save for recorded fictions in his brain, and set to walk from the stratospheric liner station to the hotel. Within an hour, a routine sweep by the hotel lie detector had discovered his imposture.

The emotional connotations, the love, the pain, the regret, the hopes: all these emotions were false-to-facts. The image in his mind of the courtship, the marriage, the honeymoon, their sunlit days together: a delirium placed in his mind by Gosseyn’s creator, Lavoisseur.

The image of a wife had been taken from a real woman: the Empress of the Greatest Empire. The moment a lie detector had verified those images in his mind, Gosseyn had been brought to the attention of the Imperial agents secretly on Earth.

It was all false. Gosseyn’s training allowed him to dismiss to the whole complex hallucination with the sobriety of a man waking from a dream. Lavoisseur had not been particularly cruel to him, since he could rely on Gosseyn not to form any neurotic attachment to any memories shown to be untrue.

But … and now the thought occurred to him for the first time … how had Lavoisseur gotten the detailed information, the picture, the echoes of her voice, which were written into Gosseyn’s memories?

Because the details were correct. This was Patricia’s room. He recognized her things. Which meant…

*     *     *

Gosseyn returned to the first room, and photographed the corpse with the special camera. With the lights in the room dim, the camera was able to project the image it found holographically into the room around him.

The camera image showed only a solid, hard-edged silhouette. Here was a man, standing before his desk, his back to it. From his posture and gesture, he seemed to be talking calmly with someone. That was the overall impression in Gosseyn’s mind: the unknown man was serenely calm, even as he spoke with his murderer.

The other figure in the room was also a silhouette, but this was a shadow-being, a cloud of filmy darkness, tenuous at the edges. Details of the room could be glimpsed even through the thickest part of the shadow-body. Nothing else, not even whether it was man or woman, could be seen. 

The first man shook his head: a curt refusal. The second being, the shadow-creature, raised a wraithlike arm and pointed toward him. The gesture was ominous.

Behind the man, behind the desk, the wall receded and opened into mist, which parted. The impression was one of immense distances entering the enclosed space of the apartment. Where the wall had once been, now could be seen a huge red giant sun glancing down on a sea of black oil, crisscrossed by large and violent whitecaps. Jagged islands with peaks like razors towered into the black sky, and the red and rocky ground was cratered as if with millions of years of meteorite impacts. Despite the ground-dazzle, stars were visible here and there overhead. The heights of the waves and also of the island-peaks suggested a low-gravity world; the dark sky suggested a very thin atmosphere. A second sun, this one a mere pinpoint of intolerable brightness, was transiting across the huge cool, dull face of the red giant. The red giant’s photosphere was curled into sunspots as the tiny white star passed.

The man turned slowly to regard the gigantic world that had appeared behind him. The shadow being drifted to the left, putting the man directly between him and the image. A flickering darkness passed from the shadow to the image, striking the man. The man staggered, throwing his hands over his head in sudden pain. His outline lost its sharpness and began to dissolve. He fell.

The shadow being bent over the fallen figure, whose silhouette jerked and writhed. 

The camera clicked, and the image was gone.

*     *     *

Next Gosseyn turned the atomic analysis unit on the corpse.

Every cell in the victim’s body had been disorganized, complex molecules broken. The carbon atoms in the man’s flesh had lost their atomic bonds with their neighbors, but had not formed ions, nor formed other chemical bonds: the black soot was due to a layer of this atomically disorganized carbon. It was a behavior not seen in normal space: only when the atom’s location in timespace was profoundly disturbed, so that its relation to its environment fell below the crucial twenty decimal points that maintained the coherency of matter, could this effect occur. The man’s flesh and bone had been melted atom by atom: a sadistically painful death.

No wonder the images from the embedded-photon camera had been merely black outlines. There were no photons embedded in the corpse, nothing for the camera to use to reconstitute an image.

The unit also detected a similar effect in the carpet. The carpet pores had automatically cleaned any visible stain, but the unit detected the invisible trail leading to the right-hand door. Gosseyn opened it. Though it seemed to be made of wood, when he swung the door half-shut, he could sense the heft of the door-panel, the metallic thickness beneath the veneer. It was armor. The dead man evidently led a life of caution.

Beyond was a study. Whatever energy-ray had blackened and twisted the man, had passed across this room, and left a dark trail which crawled up the wall and lingered on a mantelpiece above an artificial fireplace: here were three-dimensional photographs, mementoes from a wedding. The line of black char had neatly sliced each picture in half. The groom had been blotted from each picture, meticulously. In each picture, only the smiling bride survived: a tanned, trim and athletic young figure in a white silk dress, orchids in her hair, a look of determination and intelligence in her hazel eyes: Patricia.

Gosseyn returned to the first room, bent over the corpse, wrapped his fingers in a handkerchief, and delicately removed the small, hard, flat object he found at the breast of the suit. It was a private detective’s badge, still tingling slightly from its self-protective energy that prevented forgery. His name was still visible, as well as an address for an office on the Avenue of the Games Machine in Venus City.

The dead man was Patricia’s husband, Gilbert Gosseyn’s fellow Null-A, Eldred Crang. Gosseyn’s friend.

There came a knock at the door. “Open! In the name of the law!”

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Potter and Cupid

Posted October 23, 2007 By John C Wright

I am a True Fan of Harry Potter of spotless credentials, and yet I have noticed the awkwardness, nay, the total leftfooted-thumbfingeredness of JK Rawlings’ romantic subplots.

It is hard to be critical of a series that has sold half-a-duodecillion copies; but even Homer nods.

Don’t tellme romance is not for kids books. I have seen better hearts-and-flowers stuff done in the pages of, let us say, Spiderman comics, or during an episode of Kim Possible. Spiderman falling for Kitty Pryde in ULTIMATES was maybe the cutest thing ever.

Don’t tell me my standards are too high. I am easy to fool when it comes to romance: even the most flimsy excuse or nod of the head in the direction of the fane of Venus is sufficient to convince me, as a reader, that the characters are in love: you don’t need to write GONE WITH THE WIND, for Crom’s sake. I am firmly convinced John Carter of Mars and Dejah Thoris are passionately in love.

Don’t tell me Rawling did not have time or word-count to spend on the romantic plot. In West Side Story Tony and Maria cross glances at a school dance, exchange ten lines of dialog, exactly ninety words, and they are in love so deeply that they burst into song on the fire escape one scene later. It does not take long.

Tony: You’re not thinking I’m someone else?

Maria: I know you are not.

Tony: Or that we’ve met before?

Maria: I know we have not.

Tony: I felt, I knew something never before was going to happen, had to happen. But this is so much more.

Maria: My hands are cold.

Maria: Yours too.

Maria: So warm.

Tony: So beautiful.

Maria: Beautiful.

Tony: It’s so much to believe. You’re not making a joke?

Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way. I think now I never will

The scene where Mr. Potter is allegedly interested in Miss Chang is flat and uninteresting. The reader no reason to believe, or even to suspect, that he is really taken with Ginny (whom the author has taken no  time to show us why she is charming); by straining I can barely imagine an interest between Ron and Hermione, but only because bickering is a typical prologue to warmer emotion.

I am not saying I can do it any better: the romances in my books need work, God knows. But at least I try. I have a formula simple enough that even I can use it. Whether I can successfully put it across to the reader or not, your humble author always makes up two things for any romance or potential romance: I make up what they like about each other or have in common, and I make up what the dislike about each other or do not have in common. My craftiness as a writer might succeed or might fail, depending on how generously the reader is willing to suspend his disbelief, but if anyone quizzed me, I could at least tell him what I was trying (at least) to put across. I could tell someone what Daphne admired (and disliked) in Phaethon, what Wendy means to Raven, or even what Pendrake means to Titania, or why Amelia cannot decide between Victor and Colin. I don’t get the feeling J.K. Rowling is even trying.

The learned and insightful Fabio Paolo Barbieri directs his diamond-hard and diamond-clear intellect against this same puzzlement. He is as puzzled as I am, or, rather, he is convinced the writing, no matter how good in other areas, is bad here.
http://fpb.livejournal.com/260613.html?nc=19

(Needless to say, this post is not REALLY a post, because I am only posting a link. It has the accidents of a post, but not the essence of a post: merely the form and matter of a post, but not the substance.)

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Null-A Continuum SNEAK PREVIEW

Posted October 21, 2007 By John C Wright

CONTINUING A.E. VAN VOGT’S WORLD OF NULL-A
My next book! The only piece I have ever written for John W. Campbell Junior’s ASTOUNDING.
Here is what the cover art is likely to look like:

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Jordan 179 remarks

What Wright was saying was that the  appearance of specific talented men was more important than environment.  Wright’s objection is even true — when you look at the smaller  scales of space and time. Diamond, IMO, is only correct regarding the millennial scales.

My argument is that expanding the scale from centurion to millennial does not change the basic human dynamic. Environment is one factor. Human action is another factor, and, as far as I can tell, a greater factor. Ideas are the deciding factor, and environment only rarely overwhelms the human factor. If an historian wants to argue that civilization could not develop in the arctic, he will hear no dispute from me: I do not care how smart the Northern Siberians are or the Southern Patagonians, they are not destined to be the cradle of civilization.

But once someone starts telling me that only in the dry land of Egypt can pyramids be built, or the wet jungle of Mexico, or the domestication of the horse was the crucial factor that made the American Indians submit to the Spaniards but not to the Vikings (whose ancestors also, by the way, domesticated the horse), the argument is unconvincing.

The argument does not become more convincing if taken to a larger scale, and talking about continents and millenniums rather than nations and centuries.

Even as one man can influence the men of his city during his life, just so his city, shaped by his ideas, can influence the works of their nation through that city’s time of greatness, and just in this same way a nation can influence the fate of countries and continents during that nation’s time of greatness, so that, ultimately, it is the words and thoughts of one man who shapes of character of continents and subcontinents.

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More on the same: GERMS, GUNS and CONTRIBUTORY CAUSATION

Posted October 19, 2007 By John C Wright

Jordan 179 raises a worthy point  in re my  comment on Jared Diamond:

“I agree with you that Diamond neglects the important factor of ethical development, but then he was asking a question on a grander scope even than human civilization.”

I raised and answered the object of scale, or thought I did. Mr. Diamond is making an unsupported assumption about the cause and effect of history. He asserts, in effect, that large-scale historical events must have large-scale causes. He merely takes it for granted that individual actions are not statistically significant on the time-scales and global events of this size.

At first blush, it seems a reasonable assumption. While we know the name of the first White Man to discover the New World, we do not know the name of the first Red Man to cross the Bering Strait. Columbus’ voyage, had it failed, would have been no doubt followed by a myriad of attempts by Spain and Portugal, for the economic and social pressures to find a sea-route to India were too great, and the Muslim empire too formidable a barrier. So the determination of one man and one woman (I mean Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand) are of no real effect on the large scale, right?

But then, on second thought, even in that example, the barrier of the Muslim Empire was due to the thoughts (or inspiration) and writings of the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him! Had the Prophet never been born, the land route to the Indies would have been open in the time of Columbus, and the ferocious wars that formed the character and life of Isabella and Ferdinand of Spain would not have taken place (or they would have been fought against the semi-Arian Christians of the African Roman Empire). 

Now, suppose an evil time traveler goes back in time and kills Aeneas, Solon, Socrates, Leonidas, Moses and Saint Paul. Would there have been any Iberians seek trade routs to India, if Cyrus the King of Kings had crushed the city-states of Greece, way back when? If Carthage had controlled the Middle Sea, and Jerusalem remained in the hands of Og the Giant, what land-trade would there have been with India to prompt the Isabella of that parallel world to find a sea-route?

Well, why do we assume the movement of the Red Man over the Bering Straight into the Americas was caused by some general pressure of the climate rather than by some Christopher Columbus of the Unknown Northern Siberian Tribe, who found their passage to the south of Siberia blocked by some Muhammad of the Unknown Southern Siberian Tribe.

Merely because we have no written records of these people, does not mean that they did not live, and did not have bold or abstract or religious reasons for their actions and movements.

“In the terms you’re using, why did the key ethical, economic, and technological developments happen in Africa/Europe/Asia, but not in the Americas, Australia or Oceania? As far as I know, Guns, Germs and Steel represents the first coherent, plausible answer to that question.”

But it is not. I do not find it a coherent answer nor a plausible answer. Allow me to say why:

It is not a plausible answer because, while Mr. Diamond makes a good and useful contribution by pointing out the contributory cause of horse or the climate domestication to European Supremacy, he does not even attempt to make the case that it is the main cause much less the sole cause. In Karl Popper terms, Diamond is not making a falsifiable assertion.

Until and unless we invent the Syllogismobile that allows us to investigate parallel time lines, we will not know if it was the single genius of some unsung Prometheus of the neolithic that domesticated the horse, and in the time line where that same Prometheus was born in tropical Africa, he domesticated the zebra (despite the innate stubbornness of that beast) and the Empire of Shaka Zulu spread as far as the Empire of Queen Victoria. The Jarred Diamond of that world blames the backwardness of the Caledonians of the British Isles on the isolation of their island and the bad climate, were neither olive trees, grape vines or zebras grow.

The Kim Stanley Robinson book YEARS OF RICE AND SALT offers what I assume is a plausible parallel time line where the Black Plague weakened Europe to the point where cultures of China and Dar-al-Islam overrun it. I spoke with Charles Martel, Roland, El Cid and Ferdinand of Spain, not to mention the Emperor of Constantinople, and they agree with me that this is a likely close parallel time line. The Jared Diamond of that world, explaining to the Picts and Caledonians why the Greco-Roman civilization is as dead as the civilization of  Mohenjo-Daro or Egypt or Babylon merely called his book GERMS. (While Mr. Robinson proposes that technical and scientific progress would have somehow taken the gigantic and revolutionary steps forward in the East it somehow never took in our world, that is not a proposition I am willing to accept sight unseen. In the year 700, by almost any measure China, India and the Near East were ahead of Western Christendom. And yet, before another 700 years pass, they are still basically in the same place, except for the tech the Turk stole from the conquered Greek (the Eastern Roman Empire): it was the European who found the sea-route to India, not the Indian who found the sea-route to Europe. It was Pope Gregory X who sent Marco Polo to China, not Kublai Khan who sent him to Italy.

Was this because the ancestors of Queen Isabella and Pope Gregory had domesticated the horse? Had not the ancestors of Ashoka or Kublai Khan also domesticated the horse? Had the philosophy and world-view of Confucius actually had so little effect on the isolation of China, or the philosophy of Aristotle on the restlessness of Europe?

It is not a coherent answer because it is not complete. Diamond never answered Yali’s question: “Why do the White People have so much Cargo and we so little?”

His answer: the horse and the climate of Eurasia. Let me now pose Yali’s Follow Up Question:

“Since the Yellow Man of China and the Brown Man of India had the horse and the climate of Eurasia also, why is the White Man here in my land with all the Cargo, and not the Yellow Man or the Brown Man?”

Let me ask Yali’s SECOND follow up question:

“Why did the Red Man in precolumbian South America, the Aztec and Toltec and Inca, have so much more Cargo than my people or the people of Tasmania, since their Cargo included had walled cities, writing, calendar, smithing, extensive organized plantation crops and other evidences of a powerful and literate civilization? They did not have the horse nor the Eurasian climate.”

Mr. Diamond’s answer does not even pretend to answer the question that was actually asked of him. It does not explain why the White Man has all the Cargo. If you say X causes Y, and I give you two counter examples of where Y appears without X and X occurs without Y, the relation between X and Y is merely contributory.

Let me ask Yali’s Final Question:

“At about the same time you White Men were inventing bronzeworking, my people were inventing headhunting and ritual cannibalism instead. Do ideas really count for nothing?”

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Two posts today!

Posted October 19, 2007 By John C Wright

But this one is only a link. Here is a interview with Mrs. Ursula K. LeGuin, an authoress who work and whose wisdom I respect and praise almost as much as I disrepect and dispraise her politics and folly. Here allow me only to mention her wisdom.

http://books.guardian.co.uk/departments/sciencefiction/story/0,6000,1144428,00.html

Q: I’ve always appreciated the deeper dimension of the Earthsea trilogy, particularly the contemplation of the nature of life and death. Ged’s message to Cob in The Farthest Shore on life after dying: “Here is nothing, dust and shadows. There, he is the earth and sunlight, the leaves of trees, the eagle’s flight. He is alive. And all who ever died, live…” That has stayed with me, was a great comfort to me when my Dad died.

UKL: Thank you for telling me that. Soon after A Wizard of Earthsea came out in England it received a review in a science-fiction periodical which took the book to task for being “consolatory” and “reassuring”. Well, fair enough, I thought, if the consolation is false, if the reassurance is unwarranted; but are consolation and reassurance inherently false, unwarranted – foolish, soft, silly, childish – sentimental? Are we writers only to threaten, terrify, and depress our readers with our ruthless honesty: have we not as good a right to offer them whatever comfort we’ve come by honestly?

I wrote the reviewer and told him what I thought, and that I thought I had Tolkien to back me up. He wrote back nicely enough saying that of course he hadn’t been thinking of the book as being written for children. Apparently it is permissible to reassure or console children, but not adults.

Such an attitude seems to me to be based on a strange notion that the Common Reader is so happy, so foolishly confident, so stupidly trustful, that the Common Writer’s whole duty is to convince him that life is hard and full of grief and that there is no consolation. Most adults I know already know that life is hard and full of grief; and they look for both confirmation of this knowledge, and consolation for it, in art.

I love this comment. It is as solid as a seasonedoak staff, something with a good heft in the hand, and you can lean on. This comment I also liked, it shows a sharp wit:

Q: Perhaps you feel a bit out of step with your contemporaries?

UKL: Why should a woman of 74 want to be “in step with” anybody? Am I in an army, or something?

Brava, ma’am! I doff my hat to you for that answer.

The comments in the interview I regard as folly I leave as an exercise for the reader to discover. (HINT! On the Hainish-colonized Ekumen planet O, bisexual wonderland without war, do they “control their population growth” by means of a “one child” policy? By aborticide? By contraception? Does the census bureau of ever-so-peaceful planet O have the authority to remove children from families that are too fertile? Why in the world would someone whose heart was not consumed with darkest evil want to control how often his neighbor’s wife gives birth? Is my wife a crown broodcow, that the officers of the King should have a say in when she calves? What was that?! You say the world is suffering overpopulation? Tell that to the Russians, Spanish and French and Japanese.)

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My comment on GERMS, GUNS, AND STEEL by Jared Diamond: I cannot imagine an honest reason why this book attracted public attention. I admit that there are some fascinating details about the Paleolithic farmers breeding for certain seed-types, or the domestication of the dog, but I don’t see why the average reader of average intelligence could not notice the huge intellectual flaw marring the whole work.

I will explain. Once I read a book in law school a friend asked me to read: I cannot recall the title. (It may have been IN DEFENSE OF ANARCHISM by Paul Wolff.) In any case, the author establishes his definitions, postulates and axioms right at the beginning, as he should.

He asks why men obey political authorities? But he said he would limit his inquiry to those reasons, aside from moral sanction or moral suasion, which might call upon a man to obey a political authority. With this as his starting point, he draws the reader through many a page of argument and speculation, and arrives at his concluding point: namely, that there is no moral sanction nor reason of moral suasion which call upon a man to obey a political authority. In other words, his argument is circular. He starts by saying he will not look into the possibility that there is a moral sanction for political authority, he investigates the other possibilities, and then concludes that there is no moral sanction for political authority.  His conclusion: government was nothing more than the ingrained habit of humans acting like cattle when a gang of robbers come first to raid and loot, but who lingered to protect their human cattle from other raiders and looters.

My friend from law school generously thought I had performed some act of genius by penetrating through to the flaw in the book: but no, all I had done is remembered what had been established on the first page by the time I turned the last page.

The idea that rational men can prefer to avoid the Hobbesian war of All against All for moral and rational reasonslet us say, for example, they do not want to see their wives raped and children’s brains dashed out against the stones by invadersand therefore might rationally decide to combine with their brothers and cousins under the natural authority of their grandfather or clan elder, to vow and to honor vows of fealty to a just and strong and successful leader, and hold themselves to be obligated to obey the chief’s justice in peace and warin other words, the normal thinking of normal menthat is one idea that never comes up in all the pages of the book, and is never even propped up as a straw man to knock down. It is simply ignored.

I can only assume the people who praised Jared Diamond in the popular press have poorer memories than my admittedly poor memory when it comes to books. All Mr. Diamond does is that same shtick as that lightweight anarchy book. In the introduction, the author ponders Yali’s Question: “Why do the White People have so much Cargo (i.e. material goods and other advantages) and we so little?”

Mr. Diamond establishes the limits of his inquiry right at the beginning, as he should: Mr. Diamond sets himself the task of investigating why “history followed different courses for different peoples because of differences among people’s environments, not because of biological differences among people themselves.”

In other words, any difference of race and culture, of genes and memes, are ignored. If the same ethnic group of people occupying the same plot of ground before and after a cultural paradigm shiftfor example, the pagan Bedouins before Mohammed and the all-conquering Islamic empire afterMr. Diamond limits his inquiry to discovering the non-cultural and non-racial causes of the behavior. The mere fact that groups in the same time and place and environment act differently because they are motivated by different ideas and different methods of organization is simply factored out of the equation. Only an environmental explanation is sought, and so, consequently, only an environmental explanation is found.

Well, the differences between the Europeans on one side of the Mediterranean and on the other, in terms of environment, are inconsequential. The differences in culture and organization are paramount. One cannot say the Greek-speaking Romans of Alexandria were environmentally so different from the Latin-speaking Romans of Londinium. Why, then, does the sun never set on the British Empire (or, theses days, on American military bases) whereas Carthage is merely a pile of rocks in the wastelands of Tunisia?  

Waving all this to one side, Mr. Diamond discovers, by his final page, merely nothing more than what he assumed on his first page: due solely to the different environment of Europe and Asia, the situation of continents and watercourses, and the fortunate availability of the domesticable horse for war and labor. Only an environmental explanation is sought, and so, consequently, only an environmental explanation is found.

So the rocky British islands with her fogs and bad weather is the ideal environment for world supremacy in law, liberty, and organization, the home for statesmen like Disraeli and Burke, poets like Shakespeare and scientists like Newton and Maxwell and engineers like Watt. Whereas the Fertile Crescent is home for … what? Can anyone name an invention, a poet, a playwright, a statesman of any particular import springing from that area of the world who made a positive contribution to human happiness in the last one thousand years? What about in the Ukraine, the richest soil in the world? What about in Asia Minor since roughly 1007 AD? Could it be that the religious and political turmoil in the region since the decay of the Eastern Roman Empire, or the continual conflicts between East and West at the crossroads of the world, had at least some influence?

The environment of English-speaking North America is surely different from the environment of English-speaking England. And yet, suppose the American Revolution had been fought in a parallel world where Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Franklin, and other polymaths, geniuses and giants of Revolution had been on the British side, and suppose the lame-brained placemen and dithering fools of King George’s cabinet had been running the colonial side. Swap the people and keep the environment the same: would the result have been the same?

The environment of Athens and the environment of Asia Minor across the Adriatic are identical. Could the difference between Hellenic culture and Persian be due, not to their environment, but to their good fortune in inventing different philosophies of human organization, and their hard work in adopting and sustaining those philosophies?

Let me anticipate a criticism: “Surely” (one might ask of me) “you are talking about small local variations in history, not of the grand sweep of things. Like the gas laws, the environmental effects on history do not track the individual efforts and effects of individual men and ideas, but of the whole taken over larger periods of time. You, Mr. Wright, are talking about events that have repercussions over a few centuries, whereas Mr. Diamond is talking about events having repercussions over millennia.”

Good question. What this brings out is the difference between Mr. Diamond’s view of the human race and my own. I think the acts of the aggregate of human beings are due to the acts of individuals based on the acts of previous individuals. I believe, so to speak, in Chaos Theory: microscopic differences in initial conditions lead to vastly different results.

Socrates was just one man; St. Paul was just one man; Caesar was just one man. But Aristotle, and all of his students, including Alexander the Great, were influenced by Socrates. St. Augustine, and all the Western and Eastern Church, including Constantine, were influenced by St. Paul. Augustus followed Caesar, and the Roman Republic became the Roman Empire, and every European leader with any pretension to universal sovereignty thereafter followed Caesar, copying his titles, style and name: the Czar of Russia and the Kaiser of Germany and the Holy Roman Emperor are all Caesars, and even the Dictator of the Third Reich is copying his salutes, his eagles and his title, “Dictator” from the forms and constitution of the First Reich. (Hard to imagine that this word once had an august classical ring to it, like “Proconsul” or “Aedile” or even “Senate.”)

Would the Pilgrims have migrated to the New World had it not been for Socrates, St. Paul, and Caesar? Without the Pilgrims, no Great Awakening in the early 1700’s, no colonial revolution in the late 1700’s, no American industrial power thrown into the Allied pan of the balance scales during the two World Wars, no super-power to cow the gangsters, freaks, zealots and sadists running Soviet Russia during the Cold War, no Western Civilization surviving to the Third Millennium.

Why assume that anything happened in the Paleolithic or Neolithic differently? Some unknown Socrates was the first to question the nature of seeds, and to domesticate wild plants for consumption. Some primitive St. Paul established ideas of tribal rites and tribal loyalties which allowed the sky-father worshipping hunter bands of the Great Hunt to organize and drive away more anarchic earth-mother worshipping the hunter-gatherer bands, and proposed that even the Priest-King must obey Tabu and Maat, the divine order. Some primitive Caesar with a stick in the ground laid out the lines for the first permanent winter village, decreeing an end to nomadic life, and a beginning to civilization. If those three unknown Neolithic men had by chance arisen in Australia or Patagonia rather than in the prehistoric Near East, perhaps the Tasmanians or  the  Alacaluf would have developed (and retained) the technology of needle or the seal-harpoon, the fire-bow or the coracle, and the worship of Setebos overspread the globe.

The idea that human decisions, differences of national and racial or religious temperament, differences of philosophy, differences of laws and customs, or even a different distribution of figures of gigantic genius among the generations of different tribesin other words, the ordinary causes the ordinary reader of history looks for in seeking the causes of great world events that is one idea that never comes up in all the pages of the book, and is never even propped up as a straw man to knock down. It is simply ignored.

Surely the environment influences history in a major way. The noted clannishness of highlanders from different continents, or the clustering of cities near rivermouths, betoken how the lay of the land influences where and how people move and behave. The lack of navigable rivers in Africa is a major factor hindering the growth of walled cities there; and therefore condemned that continent to centuries of predation by stronger neighbors.  Mr. Diamond correctly and insightfully (in my opinion) points to the lack of large domestic riding beasts in Africa, Australia, and South America as the major factor contributing to their military inferiority to Europe and Asia: they had no cavalry. 

Look at the contours of nations: borders follow rivers and mountains, by and large, because these places are militarily defensible battle lines. Only states created in times of peace, such as the large tracts of flat land in the American Mid-West, does one find lines of geometrical precision. The yardstick-straightness of the 49th parallel is a mute testament to the long period of peace between Canada and the United States. The crookedness of the Rio Grande border testifies to a warlike birth for the state of Texas. 

But other factors are in play as well. I will mention one, by way of example: Periods in history when infantrymen in large numbers are more cost-effective than heavy cavalry tend toward Empires: offense is cheaper than defense. Periods in history where capital formation requires concentrations of goods on expensive one-man systems—think of the medieval knight in his expensive heavy armor—tend to favor small states: defense is cheaper than offense. This depends more on the effective military weaponry than any geographical factor. Is the grunt with his lance in a phalanx more effective than the bronze-age Hellenic hero in his hoplite panoply? Is the Roman foot-soldier more effective for less cost than the heavily armored cataphract? From Queen Victoria’s time to World War II, and from World War II to the present, we have pass through one and perhaps two major shifts in military technology cost-effectiveness. The land mine and the machine gun have shifted the balance in favor of defense over offense. Since World War II, empires have withered and nation-states have grown. The idea of polyglot Imperium has also withered, and the prevailing political philosophy of the Modern Day is that every ethnic group, every language, needs its own sovereign territory.

If this is how much power weaponry has on history, how much more do ideas influence history, since ideas are the primary impulse of human action?

One cannot seriously study the question of the supremacy of Europe, North Africa, the Hellenized Near East, post-Columbian North and South Americalet us call things by their right names the supremacy of Christendom, without once mentioning the impact of Christianity, for good or ill, or both, on human history. It is a fine question to ask how the physical environment shaped the behavior of men over centuries. But it is a foolish thing to assume the intellectual environment makes no difference.

Mr. Diamond spends his chapter after chapter wondering what is different between Europe and her colonies and the balance of the world. Come now: the Aztecs and Incas were not noticeably inferior to the Chinese or Indians in engineering or social arrangement, and only slightly behind them in literature and philosophy. Mr. Diamond does not concentrate much time on explaining why the Yellow Man has “more cargo” than the Black Man, or why the Red Man in South America lived so superior a lifestyle to the Aborigine in Australia and Tasmania. That is not the primary interest of readers of this book.  

They want to know why the West now dominates the Earth. The readers of this book want to know why the White Man has all the Cargo.

What is it about Europe, North Africa, the Hellenic parts of the Middle East and post-Columbian America that made it different in history from the rest of the world? The question is a hard one to answer.

What is it about Christendom that made it different in history from the rest of the world? Ah. That question seems to be a little clearer, even though it merely substitutes one word for another. 

The book is famous because it gave the White Man an answer that is acceptable to his egalitarian, anti-racist, mechanistic, godless and profoundly anti-intellectual multi-culti dogma: European supremacy was a pure accident of the shape of continents and watercourses.

Anything purporting to be a history of the human race, or an anthropological study of human beings, which does not take into account the fact that men are reasoning creatures who are organized and motivated primarily by thoughts and ideas is a shallow and intellectually frivolous work.

Perhaps the work should not have been called GERMS, GUNS and STEEL, but, rather, PASTEUR, BACON and BESSEMER. 

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A word of explanation:

Having vowed only to post on Fridays, and to spend more time working on my next novel (the novel concerns John Carter, Christian warlord of Malacandra, together with his sorn sidekick Marvin, when they land in Horsell Common, near Grover’s Mill, they find themselves locked in struggle against the psychic playboy and antichrist Michael Valentine Smith of the Church of All Worlds. Working title: A MARTIAN MARSMAN OF MARS. My editor thinks I should call it OUT FROM THE LOUD PLANET), I discovered that if I only posted a link, my Jesuit confessor, Brother  Malvolio de Cassuist, assured me that this did not technically count as a violation. In a later post, I made a reference to my Jesuit as father Casuisto Sophistin von Harisplitter, and an eagle-eyed reader asked me what happened to Fr. de Cassuist of the Society of Jesus?

This was my reply:

Fr. de Cassuist, S.J. was kidnapped by an albino monk of the Opus Dei for discovering that Jesus was actually the son of a Jewess, and sentenced to be burned as a heretic.

The Powers of the Curia were alarmed that someone spreading a thought denigrating to the establishment view of Christ would threaten the Church. Unlike the heresies of Gnosticism, Arianism, Pelagianism, Montanism, and Protestantism, this one they managed to keep secret and not debate in public, and therefore rapid and ruthless means were needed to suppress the truth, which otherwise would immediately destroy the Church. No one, except, of course, for the Royal Family of Merovingian France for the last 1200 years, would be allowed to know the secret of Jesus’s birth!

The hit squad sent by the Pope to assist the Opus Dei in the snatch-and-grab were those same ninja-Jesuits with repeating crossbows that we see in movies, sent by the Pope to destroy vampires, resurrected mummies, werewolves, space aliens, dark magicians, the Sons of Satan, or Frankenstein’s monster.

Fr. de Cassuit was taken in chains before the Papal Curia, where he was condemned by the current Pope, Gharlane of Rome. De Cassuit was dragged out to the square where a stake had been erected.

All of a sudden, the radar-invisible superairship of Phillip Pullman lowered itself from the sunset-stained clouds, and Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens in their rocket-assisted power-armor swooped out of the hatch in the vessel’s armored belly, falling like thunderbolts among the deacons, tomentors and familiars preparing to burn Fr. de Cassuist. The two bold agnostics held the trained killer-apes of the Grand Inquisitor’s secret augmented-animal army at bay with their steaming, lead-spewing Vulcan Auto-canons, while waving the Promethean banner Brightishness, shining with its emblem of a winged lightbulb.

Then the pair found out the churchmen were merely burning another churchman, so they fell into a dispute as to whether to rescue the fellow from the clutches of the Xtians, or to bring out marshmallows and enjoy the proceedings.

While they stood, the Swiss Guard broke down their force-shells with DeLameter ray-guns, hammered through the stubborn armor with Lewiston water-cooled machine guns, and fell to with space axes. The two atheists were on the brink of defeat, when the giant steam-powered spider operated by the still-living brain of Thomas Paine (preserved in a jar by Ben Franklin’s less-well-known electrical experiments) hove over the horizon and scattered the Swiss Guard. Paine and his companions escaped in a sphere of Cavorite to the dark side of the moon, where the insect-men nursed his stalwart comrades back to health.

It was in all the papers. You didn’t see it? It was in the New York Times, right under their write up of the posthumous medal of honor give out to that brave serviceman in Iraq.

This fancy of mine repeated above was inspired by, and stolen from (as all my ideas are) another writer. I feel credit must go where credit is due:

http://interviews.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=04/10/20/1518217

In a fight between Neal Stephenson and William Gibson, who would win?

Neal:

You don’t have to settle for mere idle speculation. Let me tell you how it came out on the three occasions when we did fight.

The first time was a year or two after SNOW CRASH came out. I was doing a reading/signing at White Dwarf Books in Vancouver. Gibson stopped by to say hello and extended his hand as if to shake. But I remembered something Bruce Sterling had told me. For, at the time, Sterling and I had formed a pact to fight Gibson. Gibson had been regrown in a vat from scraps of DNA after Sterling had crashed an LNG tanker into Gibson’s Stealth pleasure barge in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. During the regeneration process, telescoping Carbonite stilettos had been incorporated into Gibson’s arms. Remembering this in the nick of time, I grabbed the signing table and flipped it up between us. Of course the Carbonite stilettos pierced it as if it were cork board, but this spoiled his aim long enough for me to whip my wakizashi out from between my shoulder blades and swing at his head. He deflected the blow with a force blast that sprained my wrist. The falling table knocked over a space heater and set fire to the store. Everyone else fled. Gibson and I dueled among blazing stacks of books for a while. Slowly I gained the upper hand, for, on defense, his Praying Mantis style was no match for my Flying Cloud technique. But I lost him behind a cloud of smoke. Then I had to get out of the place. The streets were crowded with his black-suited minions and I had to turn into a swarm of locusts and fly back to Seattle.

The second time was a few years later when Gibson came through Seattle on his IDORU tour. Between doing some drive-by signings at local bookstores, he came and devastated my quarter of the city. I had been in a trance for seven days and seven nights and was unaware of these goings-on, but he came to me in a vision and taunted me, and left a message on my cellphone. That evening he was doing a reading at Kane Hall on the University of Washington campus. Swathed in black, I climbed to the top of the hall, mesmerized his snipers, sliced a hole in the roof using a plasma cutter, let myself into the catwalks above the stage, and then leapt down upon him from forty feet above. But I had forgotten that he had once studied in the same monastery as I, and knew all of my techniques. He rolled away at the last moment. I struck only the lectern, smashing it to kindling. Snatching up one jagged shard of oak I adopted the Mountain Tiger position just as you would expect. He pulled off his wireless mike and began to whirl it around his head. From there, the fight proceeded along predictable lines. As a stalemate developed we began to resort more and more to the use of pure energy, modulated by Red Lotus incantations of the third Sung group, which eventually to the collapse of the building’s roof and the loss of eight hundred lives. But as they were only peasants, we did not care.

Our third fight occurred at the Peace Arch on the U.S./Canadian border between Seattle and Vancouver. Gibson wished to retire from that sort of lifestyle that required ceaseless training in the martial arts and sleeping outdoors under the rain. He only wished to sit in his garden brushing out novels on rice paper. But honor dictated that he must fight me for a third time first. Of course the Peace Arch did not remain standing for long. Before long my sword arm hung useless at my side. One of my psi blasts kicked up a large divot of earth and rubble, uncovering a silver metallic object, hitherto buried, that seemed to have been crafted by an industrial designer. It was a nitro-veridian device that had been buried there by Sterling. We were able to fly clear before it detonated. The blast caused a seismic rupture that split off a sizable part of Canada and created what we now know as Vancouver Island. This was the last fight between me and Gibson. For both of us, by studying certain ancient prophecies, had independently arrived at the same conclusion, namely that Sterling’s professed interest in industrial design was a mere cover for work in superweapons. Gibson and I formed a pact to fight Sterling. So far we have made little headway in seeking out his lair of brushed steel and white LEDs, because I had a dentist appointment and Gibson had to attend a writers’ conference, but keep an eye on Slashdot for any further developments.

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30 Days of Night by Steve Niles

Posted October 17, 2007 By John C Wright

A great story idea is simple and is striking. It is the kind of idea that, once you hear it, you go, “Of course!”

Haven’t read the comic, haven’t seen the movie, but this is an example of a great idea for a story: vampires move into a town in Northern Alaska, above the Arctic Circle, where the midwinter sun does not rise for 30 days. The setting of bitter cold and endless snow, the isolation, lends itself immediately to the horrific mood. Vampires shun the sun. Why not go to where there is no sun? Of course!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/30_Days_of_Night

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809740239/video/3035434

On the other hand, the sun is over the horizon for 30 days in midsummer, but maybe the vampires can migrate like the swallows of Capistrano to the Antarctic .

In unpublished or unfinished stories of mine, I have had similar ideas (which I do not mind mentioning, because if you write it up and sell it, it still will be a different story than if I sell it): for example, the colony of vampires who live at the bottom of the Marianas Trench need not worry about the sun any more than they need fret about drowning. Sea water is not running water. The space vampires find that the umbra of the Earth does not extend any farther than the orbit of the moon. Outer Space is not all dark and night-time like: the sun is always up. Not until you get out around Neptune and Pluto (which is STILL a planet, dammit!) would the vampire-killing properties be reduced (assuming that sacred magic works by an inverse-square law).

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Fairy Tales for Grown ups

Posted October 16, 2007 By John C Wright

Only posting a link! I have talked with my Jesuit Confessor, father Casuisto Sophistin von Harisplitter, and he tells me it does not count as a post:

Neal Gaiman is talking about STARDUST

“What’s it for?” he had asked, which is not a question you expect to be asked when you write fiction for a living.

“It’s a fairytale,” I told him. “It’s like an ice cream. It’s to make you feel happy when you finish it.”

Discuss.

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