Saturday, November 4, 2017

For RADIO FREE VERMONT, climate activist's debut comic cli-fi caper of a 250 page novel, Bill McKibben speaks to Neal Wyatt at the ''Library Journal''

LJ Talks to Bill McKibben | Debut Spotlight


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Bill McKibben’s life’s work has centered on environmentalism and writing. His first nonfiction book, The End of Nature, published in 1989, is widely considered a classic in the field. Now, he’s taking a turn to fiction almost 30 years later with his debut comic cli-fi novel, Radio Free Vermont (starred review, LJ 9/15/17), a giddy spree of a political fable that is helping to define a new genre of resistance writing.

Radio Free Vermont is a political act as much as it is a book. Did you find writing it cathartic? Can you share your thoughts on the various messages of the story?

I wrote parts of it over many years, always for fun. But this year it came into sharp focus for me, and it was fun to be able to fight back in this way. One of the things that has marked [2017] for me is the sense that the [current] president is always in one’s head—it turns out that an underappreciated virtue of all former presidents is that you could forget about them for days at a time. No such luck now. So, along with helping organize big climate marches in DC and trying to keep the United States in the Paris Agreement, I found it an exuberant escape to imagine more creative forms of resistance. I don’t think we should probably secede from the Union, but boy do I think we should organize to stand up for the common good.


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Your nonfiction is a call to action and an education.
What do you want your fiction to do for readers?

Well, I hope it makes them laugh, and then I hope it sticks in their minds. I think that resistance to injustice is crucial at the moment—not everyone needs to go off to jail (though I can tell you it’s not the end of the world if the occasion arises). But we do need to stand up for each other, and we can think of peaceful but creative (and highly annoying) ways to do it!
I also hope [my novel] reminds [readers] that rural America is not just the land between the coasts, and also that even in resistance, a certain kind of civility and humility go a long way. Oh, and I hope it gets them to search out their best local breweries.

Do you plan on writing more novels?

I sure hope so. There are days when I think all I’ll ever do for the rest of my life is write more op-eds about climate change, more speeches about carbon dioxide, and more tweets. I suppose I should confess that this hasn’t entirely cured me of my bad habit of writing depressing nonfiction. I’m in the middle of a long, dark book that will coincide with the 30th anniversary of The End of Nature. But I do have a couple more characters that are speaking to me for a second novel.


Friday, November 3, 2017

Bill McKibben's debut cli-fi novel reviewed first in Texas Observer, with a 'live' radio interview the same day on VPR in Vermont



Steven G. Kellman, writing in the Texas Observer online newspaper, was the first literary critic to review climate activist Bill McKibben's debut cli-fi novel "Radio Free Vermont." Professor Kellman's review was out  a few days before the official pub date for the book on November 7, and somehow he got an early copy before everyone else did.




"Bill McKibben's 'Radio Free Vermont' is an activist's lark," the headline reads, with a subhead noting: ''Not so much plotted as rendered as a 'Hardy Boys' caper, [the comic debut novel] is a fond fantasy of liberal values."






You can read the entire review here.






Meanwhile, on the same day, November 3, veteran NPR radio producer Angela Evancie got the first radio "get" with McKibben, setting up a live interview with the author at her studio in Vermont.


Evancie, by the way, is the savvy reporter who first reported the rise of the cli-fi genre in her now-famous NPR segment from April 2013, more than 4 years ago. It was headlined: ''So Hot Right Now: Has Climate Change Created A New Literary Genre?'' See link below:


http://www.npr.org/2013/04/20/176713022/so-hot-right-now-has-climate-change-created-a-new-literary-genre



McKibben's novel imagines that an underground secession movement takes hold in Vermont.
Evancie spoke with the veteran climate activist who co-founded the 350.org, and put the chat on air here, saying by way of introduction that McKibben's fanciful vision for his first-ever novel -- his ''climate fiction'' debut! -- ''involves a lot of [ Vermont] craft beer.''










McKibben normally publishes terrifying articles and books about climate change, Evancie noted, adding that his 1989 non-fiction book "The End of Nature" was a book has reached millions of readers worldwide over the last 25 years. "But this month he’s out with a work of fiction: a fanciful new book called 'Radio Free Vermont: A Fable of Resistance,'" she said, with an emphasis on the word "fable."










"It must be said, I’m a first-time novelist, and parts of this book are drawn fairly directly from my life, the love of Vermont beer chief among them,” McKibben said during the interview, his first anywhere in the world for the new book. "I actually don't think that we’re ready to secede and go our own way, but I do think that we’d do just fine in the beer department were that to happen."
According to Evancie, ''Bill’s book is about a boozy underground secession movement led by a man named Vern Barclay. The book is quirky and fun and there’s a chase scene involving snowmobilers and Nordic skiers. In this passage, the idea of Vermont as an independent nation is starting to take hold around the state.''








Bill told the radio producer he felt drawn to the topic after last November’s USA presidential election in 2016 when Donald Trump got the nod, in a controversial Electoral College system win.
"Well, I actually had been working on the book for a long time, in little pieces here and there. It was after the dawn of the Trump Era that it seemed to make sense to kind of finally bring them all together and publish it," he explained.








But in Bill’s book, the political idea of resistance is deeply intertwined with the more basic idea of self-reliance: local economies, small-scale governance, according to the NPR reporter.
"I've always been extremely interested in the idea of a more localized economy," he told her. "For me, that's more fun than ideology, really."










McKibben's debut cli-fi novel imagines that an underground secession movement takes hold in Vermont. It's a comic caper, a fable and even a farce, and a witty, humorous response to the life in the Trump Era, especially in regard to the liberal state of Vermont, where "anything goes."​


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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Think like a mountain, pollinate like a bee!

Helen Macdonald. H Is for Hawk. Grove Press, 2015.
Robert Macfarlane. Landmarks. Penguin, 2016.
Robert Moor. On Trails. Simon & Schuster, 2016.
Peter Wohlleben. The Hidden Life of Trees. Greystone, 2016.




Fantasy answers a lack, however imperfectly. And so much is lacking. Every inhabited continent has been denuded of ecosystems and species. Most North American places have shed wolves, elk, moose, brown bears, panthers, bison, and a variety of fish and wild plants, which were all abundant four hundred years ago. Before those species were driven out, there was the slaughter of the mammoth, the ground sloth, the wild horse. The squirrels, rabbits, and sparrows that surround my North Carolina porch are less signs of burgeoning life than survivors of an apocalypse; so are the revenant coyotes that poach chickens and puppies from the neo-hippie farmsteads outside town. Yet in the restored Arts and Crafts cottages that fill my neighborhood, the children’s bedrooms are as totemic as the Chauvet Cave: covered in animal iconography from the farm, the rain forest, the Cretaceous, and the deep sea. Planet Earth, the BBC series narrated by David Attenborough, makes us invisible participants in lives otherwise as remote as those in the Ramayana. We witness migrations, hunts, nestings, and hatchings. Forty years ago, John Berger called the zoo “an epitaph to a relationship” between people and animals. Today those words could be applied to much of middle-class mass culture: it has become a kind of memorial to the nonhuman world, revived in a thousand representations even as it disappears all at once.
Human isolation from nonhuman nature, from Shanghai to Mumbai to Phoenix, goes beyond extermination and segregation. Even what we do encounter outside ourselves lacks the power Hannah Arendt called action: to begin something new, to set events in motion. The scripts of pets are closely edited for safety, hygiene, conformity to stereotype. Industrial agriculture has achieved totalitarian control over the beasts it turns to meals. No predator starts trouble with us.
Alongside global domestication, an opposite and terrifying potential broods. Every new superstorm, contagion, or annual heat record is pregnant with doom, most acutely for the world’s poor, but finally for nearly everyone. For all our deep and accelerating inequalities, life is less dangerous, and the natural world a more stable and fungible backdrop for human activity, than ever before. Yet the whole world also seems poised to come for us like a phalanx of piqued gods who have just switched sides.
For writers, this strange worldtamed to death, feral as a wild hoghas inspired a fascination with nonhuman action, agency, and consciousness. This is true in high academic culture, where literary scholars wax lyrical on the agency of storms and trees, political economists propose that capitalism be seen as both an ecological and a social form, and social theorists outline ethnographies and alliances across species. But as usual the academic trends are just the owl pellets of Minerva. Stronger evidence of a mood is the ambitious, often excellent, sometimes ridiculous writing, from essays and memoirs to popular science, that asks obsessively: What is looking back at us through other species’ eyes? Could we ever escape our own heads and know the viewpoint of a hawk? Is there such a thing as thinking like a mountain?

The best-seller lists and magazines are full of intimations that we humans are not so distinct, or so isolated, as we might have thought. Some are literary stunts, throwaway symptoms of the moment. In Being a Beast, Charles Foster lies in and around makeshift burrows, chilly streams, and smelly backyards trying to imagine, in bodily fashion, how it might feel to live as a badger, otter, or fox. He crawls on his belly, contemplates the terroir of worms, and diligently picks ticks from his son (or rather “cub,” and sometime companion). Being a Beast disarmingly admits that Foster doesn’t, and can’t, have much idea what beasthood might be like. Another transspecies tinkerer, Thomas Thwaites, won an arts award from the Wellcome Trust to build a quadruped exoskeleton and hang out with goats, chewing grass and spitting it into an external rumen bag to make up for his inability to digest as a goat would. The resulting book, GoatMan, inadvertently makes the case against arts awards, though it does contain some pretty pictures of Thwaites crossing the Alps on his artificial legs.
We are too insurmountably human to know how cultural, how intentional, how meaningful, the nonhuman world might be.
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Other books try to bring animals closer intellectually. In a survey for a popular audience, the primatologist Frans de Waal asks, Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are?, while the science writer Jennifer Ackerman praises The Genius of Birds in a book that asks, but cannot answer, questions such as whether bowerbirds have an aesthetic sense. Hal Whitehead and Luke Rendell, both marine biologists, give drier and more scientific evidence for something we might call The Cultural Lives of Whales and Dolphins, including killer-whale food taboos, innovation and variation in whale song, and parental instruction in simple tool use. In these surveys, there are some genuinely uncanny moments. In Beyond Words: What Animals Think and Feel, the ecologist Carl Safina describes how elephants tenderly handle the bones of their deceased, a practice in which it is all but impossible not to recognize a shared experience. (You can watch them do it on YouTube, and maybe you should.) Mostly, though, the epistemic walls remain. We are too insurmountably human to know how cultural, how intentional, how meaningful, the nonhuman world might be.
Only “hard” science is excused from accounting for its fantasies. The German forester Peter Wohlleben, in the best-selling The Hidden Life of Trees, begins from empirical surprises. Trees exchange nutrients through their root systems, keeping neighbors alive through stress and illness, and sometimes sustaining the bare stump and roots of a tree that was cut down a century ago or more. They send chemical alerts through roots and air when pests attack. Some of the emergency chemicals spur neighboring trees to release protective repellents, and others attract predators that consume the pests. Both nutrient exchange and chemical signals get a great boost from fungus that lives amid the roots of a forest and conveys nutrients and information as if it were a blended circulatory and nervous system.
Cultural attention to trees often focuses on extraordinary and symbolic individuals: English churchyard yews vastly older than the churches and linked speculatively to pre-Christian rites; the Royal Oak at Boscobel House, in Shropshire, in whose branches the future Charles II hid from Roundheads after his defeat at the battle of Worcester in 1651; or the six-hundred-year-old oak in Bernards, New Jersey, where local tales have it that George Washington rested during the Revolutionary War. Attachment to the trees of gods and rulers is a residue of the idea that all creation is arranged in chains of hierarchy, with every natural realm having its lord, and every lord recognizing the lords of other realms, as human rulers did across their kingdoms.
Wohlleben’s emphasis on interdependence and mutual aid is part of a recent tendency to recast nature in an egalitarian fashionas cooperative, nonindividualist, and, often enough, hybrid and queer, in contrast to the oaks of generals and kings. Nature does answer faithfully to the imaginative imperatives and limitations of its observers, so it was inevitable that after centuries of viewing forests as kingdoms, then as factories (and, along the way, as cathedrals for Romantic sentiment), the 21st century would discover a networked information system under the leaves and humus, what Wohlleben calls, with an impressive lack of embarrassment, a “wood wide web.” But where he is really unchecked is in his inferences from events to behavior, from pattern to consciousness. The subtitle of the English translation of The Hidden Life of Trees is What They Feel, How They Communicate. Wohlleben tells us that trees have “experience,” that some “true friends” check their growth out of self-restraint (these are also the trees that keep their friends’ roots alive for centuries after logging), and that when plants respond to a vibration at 220 hertz, “the grasses [are] registering this frequency, so it makes sense to say they ‘heard’ it.”
Individuals nested within networked communities: soon we are in David Brooks land, watching a replay of the iconic marshmallow experiment in childhood self-control. We learn that when an opening emerges in the forest canopy, greedy trees put out new buds to slurp up the low-falling sunlight, while others, more patient, keep their focus on long-term growth. The greedy trees often fall sick from opportunistic infections, and anyway their short-term sun fix disappears when the canopy regrows. Wohlleben promises, “When you take your next walk in the forest, you can check for yourself to see that such behavior really is an individual choice and, therefore, a question of character.... All [the trees] have the same temptation to do something stupid like growing new branches on their trunks, but only a few give in.” In case you haven’t noticed that these trees have the same problems as junkies and layabouts, Wohlleben calls them “street kids” who “stuff themselves with sugary treats because they can photosynthesize as much as they like in full sun”; but without “a mother’s tender care” and “strict discipline,” without “punishing light deprivation if you don’t grow up really straight,” isolated trees wind up like “doped-up body builders,” with “paunches attesting to an orgy of solar indulgence.” It’s hard to read the politics here. Christian Democratic or neoliberal? Either way, forest ecology has become a moral economy of the woods.
Measured as proof of consciousness and culture outside our own, these are not far from fairy tales. But from evolutionary psychology to behavioral economics to Wohlleben’s petit bourgeois panpsychism, speculative science is the parlor-game social theory and metaphysics of the ageand of the civilization. Many years after the heyday of social Darwinism and phrenology, you can still find an audience for an insight about how some bit of selfishness was adaptive on the savannah, or how a self-defeating quirk is part of a pattern that makes humans “predictably irrational.” Or you can give a TED Talk on how nature is like the internet, which is like consciousness, so we are not alone.

Literary imagination at least owes some account of its fantasies, which is one reason to sound it for political interest. The past few years have been rich in the prose that, even in the Anthropocene, we persist in calling “nature writing.” Let three works exemplify the ways this writing explores the boundaries between human minds and the rest of the world. Helen Macdonald’s H Is for Hawk memorializes a bloodletting collaboration and a fierce, if one-way, psychic bond with a hunting goshawk. Robert Macfarlane’s Landmarks documents the traces left in language by those whose attachments to natural places have been intense. And Robert Moor’s On Trails tracks how patterns of movement make a landscape, and how the landscape, once shaped, dictates ways of moving across it. All these writers have lived exclusively in times of ecological crisis; Macdonald, who is the oldest of the three, was born in 1970, the year of the first Earth Day. Theirs is nature writing in the age of slow, irreversible change, in which any celebration of a creature or a place carries the prospect of turning to elegy.
All three are earnestself-aware, but never jokey or condescending. This is trickier than it sounds. In writing about nature, the potential for sentimentality weighs so heavily, and the danger of projecting onto some slope or animal face is so obvious, that the usual trick is to shake off sentimentality with a raft of faux-hearty jokes about the whole conceit. Look at me, the well-meaning asshole who is about to walk the Appalachian Trail, or drive a wagon across the Great Plains, or whatever. I’m just like you! Even eminent writers are at pains to avoid being spotted communing with a rock. John McPhee, who spent a book trekking with the former Sierra Club executive director David Brower (it’s called Encounters with the Archdruid) and has intricately recorded American geology, topography, and river-system engineering over thousands of pages, maintains an ironic temperature too cool to let animism bloom. The druids are always at arm’s length.
Here is Macdonald in H Is for Hawk, hunting rabbits with her huge, fierce bird:
Hunting with the hawk took me to the very edge of being a human. Then it took me past that place to somewhere I wasn’t human at all.... I felt the curt lift of autumn breeze over the hill’s round brow, and the need to tack left, to fall over the leeward slope to where the rabbits were. I crept and walked and ran. I crouched. I looked. The world gathered about me. It made absolute sense. But the only things I knew were hawkish things, and the lines that drew me across the landscape were the lines that drew the hawk: hunger, desire, fascination, the need to find and fly and kill.
These sentences hold together only by balancing abstraction (“human,” “absolute sense”) with concrete detail (the slope, the rabbits) and images of motion that might come back to either Macdonald’s body or the hawk’s: the “curt lift” of the breeze, which sounds as if it is under wings, but which a walker would also feel; the rush “to fall over the leeward slope,” a feeling a runner might know, but which more exactly fits a raptor following a glide line, then pulling in its wings to drop.
Macdonald can make credible this passage, which treads the brink of mysticism, because she thoroughly succeeds in describing what comes before and after: her grief and bewilderment at the sudden death of her beloved father, a photojournalist. Macdonald, who became obsessed with hawking as a girl, responds by buying and taking into her home the wildest and most challenging of hunting hawks. She also responds, understandably, by going a bit mad. We get glimpses, dignified by obliquity, of a desperate affair, pained drinking, and a panicky retreat from work and ordinary social engagements, adding up to the sense of a mind under unbearable pressure. Even on the heath, knowing only “hawkish things,” Macdonald makes sure an alert reader wonders whether she is healing or losing her mind. She precisely renders the feeling of collaboration with the hawk, of entering into another way of being. With that feeling, Macdonald invites a question: has she opened her mind to other ways of being or collapsed it to a nearly unconscious point?
Macdonald amplifies the reasons for self-doubt by interspersing her own story with meditations on the life of T. H. White, best remembered as the author of The Sword in the Stone, a 1938 retelling of the Arthurian legend that Walt Disney translated into Technicolor in 1963. In a lesser-known work, The Goshawk (published in 1951 but written in the mid-1930s), White recorded his own miserable failure to train an especially savage hunting bird. White was a tormented homosexual (the creepily clinical word seems to fit the social world in which he had to live out his sexuality), an alcoholic snob who half loathed the affectations he cultivated, and a self-described sadist who could not get rid of his pleasure in causing pain. Almost inevitably, a bird that killed as it breathed became a substitute self. Sadism meant nothing for a hawk whose fast-moving reflexes might kill before a miserable late-Edwardian superego could stir. White’s failed bid to merge with an alter ego beyond good and evil confirmed his imprisonment in his own psyche.
Macdonald breaks with White’s quest and forgoes his mysticism. “I had thought for a long while that I was the hawkone of those sulky goshawks able to vanish into another world, sitting high in the winter trees. But I was not the hawk, no matter how much I pared myself away, no matter how many times I lost myself in blood and leaves and fields.” She realizes that she wanted to follow the hawk into whatever world it occupies in the hope of finding her father there and bringing him home. Instead, she goes out and gets smashed with some of her father’s work friends, makes new friends of her own, and decides warm kitchens among the living are not such desolate places as they had seemed. For her, White’s experience marks a path better not taken.
White is a discomforting alter ego for reasons beyond his own chronic discomfort: in Macdonald’s telling he was incipiently fascistic, a Nietzschean aesthete who hated modernity and found relief, if not redemption, in violence. Those who love (certain parts of) nature are often making a point of preferring it to (certain kinds of) human beings. The problem is not only literary. Macdonald describes an encounter with a retired couple who join her in admiring a valley full of deer, then remark how good it is to see “a real bit of Old England still left, despite all these immigrants coming in.” She does not reply, but is miserable afterward. The meaning of landscapes is always someone’s meaning in particular.
Confronted with all of this, Macdonald tries to shake off the complicities of her own identification with the terrain: “I wish that we would not fight for landscapes that remind us of who we think we are. I wish we would fight, instead, for landscapes buzzing and glowing with life in all its variousness.” The alternative that Macdonald wishes for is, of course, not an escape from political-cultural projection onto landscape, but another approach to that same practicereally, the only one a 21st-century cosmopolitan is likely to feel comfortable embracing. The energy that binds Macdonald to her goshawk and its hunts has all the wrong affinities. But it is the key that fits the lock.

In Landmarks, Robert Macfarlane proposes that what we cannot say, we cannot see, and so new words are needed to recast the experience of nature. The world is disenchanted, he says (name-checking Max Weber), and we have learned to regard it as a standing reserve of resources (Heidegger). Our sense of what lies outside ourselves has been blunted by “capital, apathy, and urbanization”enemies likely to draw a range of friends, from cultural Marxists to Little Englanders to those who would like to see a bit more effort, please. But behind this scholarly sketch, Macfarlane’s work is testament to a pretheoretical obsession with unfamiliar ways of encountering places. We disenchanted and distracted (post)moderns describe terrain, he complains, in terms of “large, generic units” such as “field,” “hill,” “valley,” and “wood.” The way to appreciate places is through a precision that would speak not of “heather,” but of the many colors a heathery slope might hold, and the sources of those colors: blueberries that shine green and scarlet as well as blue; sage-green bog myrtle, golden tormentil, blue milkworts, spaghnum mosses that run to yellow, green, and pink.
Many people who have lived intimately with landscapes have had words for nuances of form, texture, and use. Macfarlane’s purpose in Landmarks is to gather these words as proof of how precisely it is possible to name a place, and so, perforce, to know it. The Scots Gaelic of the Isle of Lewis contains more than twenty words for “eminences and precipices, depending on the sharpness of the summit and the aspects of the slope.” There are many Gaelic words for peat, specifying whether it has been cut, how dark and heavy it is, and the form in which it has been stackedand there is a word, maoim, for “a place on the moor where there has been peat movement in the past.” The words, that is, describe all phases and aspects of a work cycle in which the land is constantly remade, changing its name like a noun going through successive declensions. There are words for the mixture of fine sand and mud left in meadowland where a flood has receded (warp, Northamptonshire); a steep, slippery place where the loose earth has been washed away by weather (skruid, Shetland); and an opening between hills through which a distant object is visible (glaab, also Shetland). Roke is fog that rises in the evenings from water meadows in East Anglia, na luin is Gaelic for fast-moving heat haze on a moor, and summer geese are the wisps of steam that rise from a North Yorkshire moor when hot sunshine comes fast behind a rain.
Macfarlane’s writing, here and in earlier works such as The Old Ways (2012), is an enthusiast’s record of encounters with people who immerse themselves in specific landscapes, living with the names and distinctions that delight him. Some of his informants sail boats by the stars. Others are old farmers who have spent their lives within twenty miles of one piece of land, or writers whose work documents decades spent walking a small region. His quarry is an animistic sense that Barry Lopez once identified in “the moment when the thingthe hill, the tarn... ceases to be a thing, and becomes something that knows we are there.”
Given that ambition, Landmarks, which Macfarlane calls a “counter-desecration phrasebook,” can be disappointingly thin as a lexicon. Too many of the terms are simply dialect or Gaelic for some generic form, such as “slope,” “hilltop,” “stream,” or “tuft of grass.” The effect is less pointing out how many things there are to see than cataloguing how many names there are for the same thing.

Robert Moor’s On Trails shows that it takes much more than a lexicon to translate words into seeing. On Trails stitches together the fossil tracks of Ediacarans, soft-bodied “mouthless and anus-less” creatures that went extinct some 540 million years ago; the trail making of caterpillars, ants, and the zebras and elephants of the African savannah; the Cherokee trail network of the southeastern United States; and Moor’s own hikes on the Appalachian Trail, one the full Georgia-to-Maine route, the other a drop-in walk with a Cherokee scholar and hiker.
Moor’s recurring idea is that a trail is a kind of externalized memory. Trails make concrete a body of dispersed knowledge about how to cross a ridge or swamp, where to find water or food, or how to meet your people in an unfamiliar place. (The costs of acquiring the knowledge can be high: sheep making trails in new terrain often drown or suffer other instructive mishaps, which their followers then avoid, leaving prudent bends in the trail.) Like grammar, a trail gives animals access to one another and shared access to the world outside their heads. Trails embody priorities and constraints: Cherokee trails, for instance, stuck to ridgelines, avoiding the peaks that modern hikers seek out for the views and sense of triumph. The Cherokee associated peaks with dangerous spirits. Mostly, though, their ridge trails fit, recorded, and guided their everyday activity.
Forms of life, in other words, must first be ordinary to support the genuinely fantastic.
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Regular users of a trail, like users of a grammar, are unlikely to find it astonishing. Cherokee trails crossed land whose shape figured in their creation myths; these trails also stitched together all the Cherokee settlements of the Southeast, like the Roman roads for a pedestrian nation. Walking them might conjure the story of a monster whose dying battle formed a series of peaks, even while the point of the walk might be trade, diplomacy, or just a visit.
Forms of life, in other words, must first be ordinary to support the genuinely fantastic. A simple sense of wonder is often partly exoticism, the pleasure of confusing incomprehension with appreciation. Our nursery-room bestiaries are such pleasing epitaphs for the natural world because they willfully blend animals with cartoons; Planet Earth conforms the life cycles of beasts to the timeline of an evening’s entertainment, their behavior to our aesthetics. Admiration confirms our distance from them.
Moor, who shows little of the quester’s compulsion toward something beyond himself (and so sometimes manages to give others more room just to be), writes most vividly about other species and about preindustrial, place-based cultures. All he can say for most people today is that choosing a career is like choosing a trail, and walking a trail is like making sense of the world, and so trails are universal. This is fair, but less satisfactory than the rest of the book because, really, making a career change, or stopping for a cup of coffee at a familiar airport kiosk on your way to a Lyft ride, feels nothing like the slightly magical trails he describes elsewhere, whose contiguity hints at a unity in the world itself. If it did, those other kinds of trails would hold less fascination for us.
All these writers end up not quite claiming the link to the nonhuman world that draws them to their subjects in the first place. The power to get really outside oneself is always somewhere elsein peasant communities, in Gaelic, in literary madness. For me, at least, these displacements and hesitations are disappointing, although I can’t say that they are mistaken.
I wanted them to be onto something, something not just in their own heads. If it is true that the appetite for getting outside ourselves arises from eagerness, sense of lack, and terror of the world’s denuding, then it might be an incipient source of radicalism. I suspect the wish for this to be true is especially acute for those who grew up in the age when neoliberal hegemony coexisted with ecological crisis. The way we learned to criticize capitalism was in the acknowledgment that, although praised as inexorable and insurmountable and mostly benign, it was also destroying the world.

“It is easier to imagine the end of the world than to imagine the end of capitalism.” That remark, usually attributed to Fredric Jameson, has become the rare theory-head dictum to escape Theory Land. Taken strictly, the aphorism doesn’t seem so incisive. The difficulty of imagining the end of capitalism turns out to be partly a function of effort, and there have been some generative attempts, notably Peter Frase’s Four Futures. If you are serious about imagining the end of capitalism, then you need to be a good deal more careful and probing about what you take “capitalism” to be than its defenders generally are.
Likewise, it turns out, with the world formerly known as natural. It isn’t just how much of the science of disaster is statistically ornate speculation, such as the complex climate models that deniers are always invoking in the cause of doubtas if simplicity were a sign of truth in these things! It’s how little we know of what would disappear at the end of the world. What are all the colors in a heath, all the phases of peat? How many kinds of consciousness are there, and what would it mean for our own consciousness to have some sensehowever crude, however make-believeof what departs when another is extinguished? In a sense, their extinction from the world would only ratify their absence from our minds. Their ontological opacity to us becomes an all-too-real death sentence.
Nature writingfor lack of a better termhas often been shaky at best on politics, but that does not make it politically irrelevant. At least since Thoreau proposed to take the measure of his life with a surveyor’s compass and an accountant’s ledger, it has been partly an ethics: an effort to note the kinds of harm one is involved in, the things one depends on, and the pleasures and responsibilities that might arise from understanding both. Nature writing taps at the surface of the world, listening to catch the answering timbre of what may only be our own echo, to know the consistency of what is there and guess at its perspective, should it have one. “Walden,” Thoreau asked, bafflingly and beautifully, of his pond, “is it you?”
The world has had many endings, in extinctions, ecological simplifications, and other catastrophes that people have hardly registered. The pace is quickening. An epoch of slow crisis, when the boundary between life and not-life continues to blur, will have many more endings, and those endings taken together better describe our situation than the one big ending of cinematic apocalypse. Much of what will disappear we have failed to understand, or neglected even to try to understand. Imagining the end of the world and imagining its ongoing life are now parts of the same everyday business.

CLIMATE-L Digest for Wednesday, November 01, 2017 pre BONN GERMANY Climate conference


CLIMATE-L Digest for Wednesday, November 01, 2017.

1. The paths to reducing deforestation in the Peruvian Amazon
2. UN-REDD high-level side event at COP23: Scaling up implementation for accessing REDD+ payments
3. NEXGEN GOVERNANCE SYSTEMS FOR CLIMATE
4. IGES/LCS-RNet side event at COP23: Linkage between NDC and SDGs – synergies and trade-offs
5. The Coal End Game - Event invitation Nov 7, 2:30pm Bonn
6. Visit the German Coal Fields & Hambach Forest - Free shuttle service from COP23
7. COP23 Side event invite: Sustainable Forest Landscapes
8. Gold Standard at COP23
9. Samoa is ready to 'IMPRESS' with launch of large-scale renewable energy project ahead of COP23
10. Samoa kicks off climate adaptation project to benefit 1 in 3 citizens facing flood risk
11. COP23 Side Event: ‘Building partnerships for climate-resilient community development in Least Developed Countries (Lao PDR and Timor-Leste)
12. We are now accepting applications for Master’s Degree Programme in Environmental Policy and Law / University of Eastern Finland
13. Invitation to side event: temperature rise and its implications on food security and migration
14. COP23 Climate Classroom
15. COP23 Japan Pavilion: Session by IDE-JETRO and Nagoya University (17 Nov)
16. Research Handbook on Climate Change, Migration and the Law
17. UNFCCC/UN Environment COP23 side event – Closing knowledge gaps to scale up adaptation: the Lima Adaptation Knowledge Initiative (UNFCCC – UN ENVIRONMENT)
18. COP23 - 11th Focal Point Forum of the Nairobi Work Programme: Human Settlements and Adaptation
19. SIde Event Annoucement TWI2050
20. CS November 2017 Update
21. SAGE Webinar: Cooper Martin and Troy Moon, Tuesday, 11/7, 12:00PM EST
22. Nordic climate solutions at COP23
23. Upcoming White Paper on Nordic Sustainable Cities
24. Interactive World Map of Geoengineering Experiments
25. New publication: 102 water technologies for climate change adaptation
26. COP 23 - what's at stake? A Heinrich Böll Foundation analysis (by Don Lehr, Lili Fuhr, Liane Schalatek)

KSR in conversation with Jose Luis De Vicente

KSR in conversation with Jose Luis De Vicente


José Luis de Vicente

Angry Optimism in a Drowned World: A Conversation with Kim Stanley Robinson

Reflections on the scenarios posed by climate change and the defence of the imagination to help find real solutions.



Kim Stanley Robinson | Illustration by José Antonio Soria | CC-BYKim Stanley Robinson | Illustration by de José Antonio SBY


Kim Stanley Robinson is one of the world’s most highly reputed authors and one of the key exponents of climate fiction. His work, set in the near future, brings us face-to-face with concepts such as the Anthropocene, terraforming and post-capitalism. With him we analyse the link between the ecological crisis and the economic one, placing the emphasis on the need for new political economics. We also explore the role of art and literature when formulating possible futures, the importance of the imagination for finding solutions and the defence of optimism and humour as we deal with the scenario confronting us. This interview, conducted by José Luis de Vicente, forms part of the catalogue for the exhibition After the End of the World, in which the writer is participating with an audiovisual prologue.

It is said that your Mars Trilogy of novels (Red Mars, Green Mars and Blue Mars, 1992-1996) is perhaps the most successful example in science fiction of the use of the notion of “terraforming”: the idea that man can transform a whole planet to make it habitable and reproduce Earth-like conditions. The Mars trilogy explores the idea that any terraforming project would necessarily be not only technical, but also political. As McKenzie Wark writes in Molecular Red: A Theory of the Anthropocene, in your version of Mars, “questions of nature and culture, economics and politics, can never be treated in isolation, as all levels have to be organized together.
What is terraforming in the Mars trilogy as a political project, and what was it telling us about the transformation of Earth itself by the hand of man? 
About 20 years ago, I began to read in the technical literature of the planetary science community that Mars is unusual. It is on the outside of the sun’s habitable zone, and because it has water and other frozen volatile gases that we need for life on Earth, it might be possible to heat up Mars and release those gases to essentially recreate an atmosphere, and then introduce Earth’s genetic heritage, life forms and biosphere into the Martian context. In combination, you might get something new that would be like the High Arctic or Siberia; a human space that would be habitable without wearing space suits. Carl Sagan was actually the astronomer who was really important in pointing this out. It’s essentially a kind of science-fiction idea that was achievable in the real world.
That story had not really been written before. It had been thought of in theory and in very vague ways in the science-fiction community: stories of quick and easy travel around the galaxy where you come upon a planet that’s frozen, and you warm it up. It was super science by cosmic engineers. But it was Sagan’s suggestion that Mars is a place where it’s actually possible to do this with contemporary or near-future human engineering, that Mars is appropriate for it. This is a new idea in history and it doesn’t map well onto any previous idea of human activity. It’s not quite making a civilization – it is, but you also have to make the physical matrix for the civilization itself. It’s not like coming to the New World when the Europeans discovered the Americas and accidently exterminated the local natives, and replaced them with a civilization of their own. There is nobody on Mars, although since I wrote my book it has been suggested that there might still be bacterial life on Mars. It’s not a high probability but it’s not impossible either.
The idea would be that not only do you have a multigenerational project of building a new world, but obviously the human civilization occupying it would also be new. And culturally and politically, it would be an achievement that would have no reason to stick with old forms from the history of Earth. It’s a multigenerational project, somewhat like building these cathedrals in Europe where no generation expects to end the job. By the time the job is near completion, the civilization operating it will be different to the one that began the project.


Terraforming Mars: How to Turn the Red Planet Blue | Futurism


The whole idea, and the novel, was also a way to discuss what we do all the time on Earth. It is a modelling exercise where you have a miniaturized example of building a world, of building a civilization. But what the Mars scenario gave me – and gives all of humanity – is the idea that the physical substrate of the planet itself is also a part of the project, and it’s something that we are strong enough to influence. Not create, not completely control, not completely engineer because it’s too big and we don´t have that much ability to manipulate the large systems involved, nor the amount of power involved. But we do have enough to mess things up and we do have enough to finesse the system.
This, I think, was a precursor to the idea of the Anthropocene. The Anthropocene is precisely the geological moment when humanity becomes a geological force, and it’s a science-fiction exercise to say that 50 million years from now, humanity’s descendants, or some other alien civilization, will be able to look at Earth and say: “This is when humanity began to impact things as much as volcanos or earthquakes.” So it’s a sci-fi story being told in contemporary culture as one way to define what we are doing now. So, that was what my Mars project was doing, and now we are in the Anthropocene as a mental space.
Seven years after the release of Red Mars, in 2000, the term “Anthropocene” started being used and discussed. I am curious to know what you make of its ascendance and centrality in recent years, and what do you think it means in political and social terms today as a lens for understanding the state of the world in the 21st century?
My impression of this Anthropocene notion is that the term itself was coined by scientists first as an attempt to make a political intervention. What they wanted to do was to say that, if humanity’s impact on the Earth is mostly negative in ecological terms, if you mark humanity’s impact as being so significant that we have produced a new geological age, then we have to think differently in our attitudes towards what we are doing with our biophysical substrate. And one of the things I think the Anthropocene brings up is that the Earth is our body, and we can finesse it, we can impact it, we can make ourselves sick.
“Things that would have taken three, four, five million years in the past, or even longer, a 50-million-year process, are being done in fifty years, a million times faster. There’s no way of telling what will happen.”
If we were to trigger some feedback loops in the biophysical system – such that temperatures got very high or parts per million of methane in the atmosphere got very high – we would not have the power to reverse these feedback loops. It’s postulated that Venus had an Earth-like atmosphere in the beginnings of planetary formation, and that Venus is the result of uncontrolled feedback loops into a greenhouse gas situation. Now the surface of Venus is 90 times the pressure of Earth’s. The temperature on the surface melts lead. Presumably it could not get that bad on Earth because we are just so much further way from the sun than Venus. But there is no question that, at times in the past, the Earth has been an ice ball with none of its water melted, and also a jungle planet with all of its water melted, and no ice on the planet whatsoever. And this is just from the natural extremes of planetary orbiting, and feedback loops of the atmosphere that we have naturally. But then what humanity is doing – and the reason you need the term “Anthropocene” – is pushing us into zones that the planet maybe has been in the past, but never with this extraordinary speed. Things that would have taken three, four, five million years in the past, or even longer, a 50-million-year process, are being done in fifty years, a million times faster. There’s no way of telling what will happen.
Quickly the word falls into the university, falls into the world of discourse and of culture, and it gets to be taken up and picked apart and argued over. Everybody has a different conclusion as to what it means, people have replacement names like the “capitalocene” suggesting that it is not just humanity, it’s capitalism that’s making this impact.
I worry that we’ve already swallowed the idea of the Anthropocene and stopped considering the importance of it; the profound shock that it should cause has already been diffused into just one more idea game that we play.
New York 2140 (2017), your first novel published after the Paris Agreement was signed,  takes place in a world that is adjusting to the catastrophic effects of climate change, but also that is trying to evolve beyond our current economic model. In the book, the planetary environmental crisis and the crisis of capitalism caused by the financial meltdown of 2008 are presented as two interlocked events. The novel suggests that the history of the following two hundred years will be defined by the entanglement of both of these crises.
In New York 2140, I wanted sea level rise to be significant enough to make Lower Manhattan like a Venice, to be a kind of giant symbol of the current situation with climate change. For that reason I pushed it out to the year 2140, which is 120 years from now. For reasons of plausibility: it takes that long to get that much of a sea level rise, which is what I wanted for telling my story.
The truth is that we are actually already at that moment of climate change and crisis. The political project that my novel discusses really ought to be enacted now, not 120 years from now. In the real world, what we’ve got is a necessity for our economic system to take damage to the ecosystem into account, and pay for that damage.
The way that we create energy and the way that we move around on this planet both have to be de-carbonized. That has to be, if not profitable, affordable. Humans need to be paid for that work because it’s a rather massive project. It’s not that it’s technologically difficult (we already have the solar panels, the electric cars, we have the technical problems more or less solved in prototype) but the mass deployment of those is a huge human project, equivalent of everybody gathering together to fight World War II. Everybody agrees that, yes, this is important enough that people’s careers, lives, be devoted to the swapping out of the infrastructure and the creation of a de-carbonized, sustainable, physical plan for the rest of civilization.
In the real world, what we’ve got is a necessity for our economic system to take damage to the ecosystem into account, and pay for that damage.
Well, this isn’t the way capitalism works, as currently configured; this isn’t profitable. The market doesn’t like it. By the market I mean – what I think everybody means, but doesn’t admit – capital, accumulated capital, and where it wants to put itself next. And where it wants to put itself next is at the highest rate of return, so that if it’s a 7% return to invest in vacation homes on the coast of Spain, and it’s only a 6% rate of return to build a new clean power plant out in the empty highlands of Spain, the available capital of this planet will send that money and investment and human work into vacation homes on the coast of Spain rather than the power plants. It’s just the way it is and there is no control over that except for nation-state governments, each one looking at its own responsibility and power and feeling in competition with others, not wanting to lose its differential advantage. So, If Spain were to do a certain amount for its country, but was sacrificing relative to international capital or to other countries, then it would be losing the battle for competitive advantage in the capitalist system.
Nobody can afford to volunteer to be extra virtuous in a system where the only rule is quarterly profit and shareholder value. Where the market rules, all of us are fighting for the crumbs to get the best investment for the market. And so, this loose money can go anywhere in the planet without penalty. The market can say: “It doesn’t matter what else is going on, it doesn’t matter if the planet crashes in fifty years and everybody dies, what’s more important is that we have quarterly profit and shareholder value and immediate return on our investment, right now.” So, the market is like a blind giant driving us off a cliff into destruction.
This is another way of saying that we need postcapitalism. In New York 2140 I was telling the story of a people’s revolution and a political revolution that creates post-capitalism to solve the ecological problem, because no other solution will do. The market doesn’t have a brain, a conscience, a morality or a sense of history. The market only has one rule and it’s a bad rule, a rule that would only work in a world where there was an infinity of raw materials, what the eco-Marxists are calling the “four cheaps”: cheap food, cheap power, cheap labour, cheap raw material.
There is no new place to go to get cheap resources; there is no way to get cheap food, and so on and so forth. The “four cheaps” are gone, and yet the market is designed to do nothing about that. So this story needs to be told and it’s kind of being told, but it also needs to be shaped, and this is where I feel a bit desperate and a little crazy.
Why should a science-fiction writer from California have to be rallying this into a story that everybody tells? I look to the next generation, to people who are coming into their own intellectual power and into political and economic power, to be the most productive citizens, at the start of their careers, to change the whole story. But, sometimes it just strikes me as astonishing, how early on we are in our comprehension of this system.
You have said that the Anthropocene does not only imply the transformation of ecological systems and our relationship to them, but it also requires a new political economy. Could you please expand on what would be a political economy of the Anthropocene?
We’ve had a moment in human history that has been remarkable for the fact – and maybe it’s new and unprecedented – that we have one global economy. There was a brief moment where late capitalism, neoliberal capitalism… seemed to rule the world, and there was even talk about the “end of history”: the idea that once it became ascendant, it was so much the preferable order of things that it would never go away. The whole planet under one global capitalist system that would go on, you know, a thousand years; that would never end because there is no possible successor to it.
“The Anthropocene is that moment in which capitalist expansion can no longer expand, and you get a crush of the biophysical system – that’s climate change – and then you get a crush of the political economy.”
This was a little crazy because it was always a system based on permanent growth within a physical system that had limits and was not infinite in size. So, you can´t have permanent growth. People like Giovanni Arrighi explain it with his idea that capitalism appropriated the local natural and human resources, entrained them to capitalist uses and then expanded out in its powers (usually technical powers, or just human political powers) to achieve a bigger expansion. That went from Genoa to Holland, to Britain, to the USA… each time encompassing a larger field of action that was entrained into capitalist practice and production and accumulation of profit. Once you’ve got the whole planet entrained like that, there is no next step. I think that’s another definition for the Anthropocene. The Anthropocene is that moment in which capitalist expansion can no longer expand, and you get a crush of the biophysical system – that’s climate change – and then you get a crush of the political economy because, if you’ve got a system that demands permanent growth, capital accumulation and profit and you can’t do it anymore, you get a crisis that can’t be solved by the next expansion.
If the Anthropocene is a crisis, an end of the road for capitalism, well, what is post-capitalism? This I find painfully under-discussed and under-theorized. As a Sci-Fi writer, an English major, a storyteller – not a theorist nor a political economist – looking for help, looking for theories and speculations as to what will come next and how it will work, and finding a near emptiness. Finding a little town in northern Spain, Mondragon, which is a 170,000-people, a two-billion-dollar economy. It’s big and interesting but it’s one trillionth of the size of the world and very few people know about it anyway.
When you think about what the other post-capitalisms are, you come up with a blank. And here is the aporia, as they call it: the non-seeing that is in human culture today. This is another aspect of the Anthropocene. It’s here but we haven’t found out about it yet, and we haven’t taken it on. This is a fundamentally different situation we are in, and so political economy comes back.
Economics is the quantitative and systematic analysis of capitalism itself. Economics doesn’t do speculative or projective economics; perhaps it should, I mean, I would love it if it did, but it doesn’t. It’s a dangerous moment, as well as a sign of cultural insanity and incapacity. It’s like you’ve got macular degeneration and your vision of reality itself were just a big black spot precisely in the direction you are walking.
Maybe one of the problems to developing an alternative economic model is: how do you develop long-term politics in a short-term-incentive society? The Paris Agreement involves committing to long-term goals, to a scenario of zero carbon emissions in 2100, but we have no actual way of getting politicians to commit to these scenarios beyond their short-term needs. During the development of “After the End of the World” we heavily discussed the idea that all governments should create a “Ministry of the Future” department, which represents the interests of those who have not yet been born, but who will be directly affected by our actions.
I like this idea of the Ministry of the Future very much. The one thing we do have is an international economy, a global capitalist economy. That is not necessarily a bad thing because we are on one planet, and therefore it’s good to acknowledge that it is indeed a global economy.
If the rules of that global economy were good, there could not be bad actors because if the G20,  95% of the economy, were all abiding by good rules, there would be nowhere for greedy actors to escape to, to enact their greed.
The Paris Agreement, amazingly, was signed by everybody that matters, representing 98% of CO2 production from carbon burned on the planet, and everybody agreed to a plan. Even though the goals they set were only halfway there, a few decades into the future we would be halfway to de-carbonizing and getting to a carbon-neutral technical base, after which the concept of the carbon-negative technical base is by no means unachievable. You can certainly theorize it and you can even begin to enact it because a lot of carbon negative activities are not that hard: reforestation, creation of peat bogs… the biological technologies by which one takes carbon out of the atmosphere are not conceptually difficult or beyond us as people.


Story by Kim Stanley Robinson. Prologue of the exhibition After the end of the world | CCCB


Enacting it will be a question of the short-term decisions made time after time. While, if you had a minister of the future, or if your environmental ministers were powerful enough to speak for the future in the way that they spoke for the environment… for the non-human actors in the system, which are some of the most crucial actors, in some ways more important than any group of humans or even any generation of humans.
You can see the shapes of a solution. This is very important for anybody that wants to have hope or everybody that is realizing that there will be humans after us, the generations to come. It’s strange because they are absent; they are going to be here, they are going to be our descendants and they are even going to have our DNA in them. They will be versions of us but because they are not here now, it’s very easy to dismiss their concerns.
In fact, capitalist economics discounts their concerns, in the technical term of what is called in economics “the discount rate”. So, a high discount rate in your economic calculations of value — like amortized payments or borrowing from the future – says: “The future isn’t important to us, they will take care of themselves” and a low discount rate says: “We are going to account for the future, we think the future matters, the people yet to come matter.” That choice of a discount rate is entirely an ethical and political decision; it’s not a technical or scientific decision except for, perhaps, the technical suggestion that if you want your children to survive you’d better choose a lower discount rate. But that “if” is kind of a moral, an imaginative statement, and less practical in the long-term view.
So, a minister of the future, great, a UN department that is trying to say: “we speak for the people one hundred years from now”, the way that in Ecuador there are parts of the constitution that say: “The forest has a voice, in this parliament”, that would be great. It’s not utopian, in the sense of highly theoretical and unlikely and a little bit crazy, because in the context of the Paris Agreement it fits as one of the repercussions, one of the automatic derivatives or secondary corollary ideas to: “Okay, we’ve got the Paris Agreement, how do we enact it?” It’s one of the things that you would suggest to enact it, so it’s looking more and more practical.
I have been talking about these issues for about fifteen years and, ten years ago, to suggest that the Paris Agreement would be signed, people would say: “but that will never happen!” As a utopian science-fiction writer, it was a beautiful moment.
We understand that the arts can play a role of fleshing out social scenarios showing that other worlds are possible, and that we are going to be living in them. As a Science-Fiction writer, what is in your view the responsibility that the arts, literature and literary fiction can have in helping to articulate possible futures? It seems that imagining other forms of living is key to producing them, to make them actionable.
“The sciences are maybe the dominant cultural voice in finding out what’s going on in the world and how things work. But how that feels, the emotional impact in it, these are what the arts provide.”
It’s been my project my whole life to think that literature in particular, but all the arts, are there to give us visions that try to tell us what human life means. In a world without God and any other kind of immediately provided comprehension of what we are doing in this universe, art is what does that. Literature, for me, creates meaning and tells us how things feel.
The sciences are maybe the dominant cultural voice in finding out what’s going on in the world and how things work, and the technicalities about how and why things work. But how that feels, the emotional impact in it, which is so crucial to the human mind and human life in general, these are what the arts provide. It might be a kind of gestalt; that’s what the arts would want, to look for the gestalt that comes out of all the data.
Maybe nowhere is this as important today in the arts as in the speculative turn that fields like architecture and design have taken, the emergence of spaces like Design Fiction and Speculative Critical Design, or the combination of architecture and fictions about the future…
It’s good that you bring up design, because design is a strange amalgam, like a science-fictional cyborg between art and engineering, planning, building, and doing things in the real world.
What’s nice is bringing in design, architecture and engineering, when they have the speculative element and they go beyond economics. This is what bothers me in economics; its blind adherence to the capitalist moment even when it is so destructive. Enormous amounts of intellectual energy are going into the pseudo-quantitative legal analysis of an already-existing system that’s destructive. Well, this is not good enough anymore because it’s wrecking the biophysical infrastructure, as I spoke of before.
So then what you get is the critique of economics from its own social sciences; anthropology, sociology… and then in design and architecture you have utopian enactments of the sense that comes out in the arts, the gestalt vision: “Oh my gosh, we’re heading for a crash! We need to adjust our course; we need to invent a new way of living.”
What would that new way of living be? The economists are not going to think of it. The artists are often not specific enough in their technical and physical detail, so they can become fantasy novelists rather than science-fiction novelists; there is too much a possibility in the arts, and I know very well myself, of having a fantasy response, a wish fulfilment. But when you’re doing architecture you think: “Well, I need ten million dollars, I need this land, I need to entrain the lives of five hundred people for ten years of their careers in order to make something that then will be good for the future generations to use.”
I meet these people now as part of my working life and it amazes me, the ability they have to entrain other people in reality itself, to do things in the real world. I really do think that what I do, although it has some difficulties, is remarkably easy compared to organizing reality and getting it funded and enacted and complying with the building codes, the laws; making all that work in order to get work done. This is really where the talent is, the inspired careers of people doing this stuff. By and large, especially at this point in my life, it is younger people taking over the world in the most literal sense of: “Ok, now we’re going to do these things, because they are sustainable, because they are just, because they’re necessary for human life to continue on Earth.” I like being an inspiration to these people with my silly stories.
One of the reasons to give the arts a role in our future is that it seems one of the failures we have as a society is failure of the imagination. For instance, why do you think it seems easier or more tempting under neoliberalism to think about escaping the planet to establish colonies on Mars than to transcend our economic and social model, to invent a completely new way of living on Earth? One of the characters of Red Mars, Arkady Bogdanov, says: “We must terraform not only Mars, but ourselves.” How do we get out of this?
You’ve got what looks like an intractable and gigantic problem and then someone gives you a solution that’s more like a toy set. Instead of dealing with this intractable and gigantic problem, you can build a little model of it on the floor and make it go the way you want. The attraction is to go to a zone that is simpler, smaller and more amenable to action and so you think: “We’ll build a little town on Mars.” And then, the fact is that doesn’t work as a solution to the world’s problems, but you try not to think about that for a while, because there is something attractive about being able to achieve things in a world that looks frozen.
“There is still a kind of people’s power available. Individuals, if they were in solidarity with each other and if they had a political plan, could cause global finance to crash in its strangle-hold on the economy by simply going on strike.”
After the 2008 crash of the world economy, the neoliberal regime began to look a bit more fragile and brutal, less massive and immovable. I see things very differently, the world reacting very differently since the 2008 crash to how it did before it. There was this blind faith that capitalism worked, and also even if it didn’t work it wasn’t changeable, it was too massive to change. Now what I am pointing out comes from the radical economists coming out of political economy, anthropology and leftist politics saying that international finance is simply overleveraged and therefore is extremely fragile and open to being taken down. Because it depends on everybody paying their bills and fulfilling their contracts.
In terms of getting out of this, there is still a kind of people’s power available. Individuals, if they were in solidarity with each other and if they had a political plan, could cause global finance to crash in its strangle-hold on the economy by simply going on strike. Strike is a concept that everybody understands, and people would not be unhappy at the idea of gathering together with everybody else and not paying their mortgages or student debts for two or three months in a row and calling it a political movement. It would be interesting to try, if it didn’t put you in jail and there were too many people doing it to be jailed, you can imagine trying it and seeing what happens. In the way that people in America said: “Well, let’s vote for Donald Trump and wreck everything and see what happens, maybe it will get better after we’ve destroyed things.”
In the Anthropocene we seem to find all the spectrum of moral positions, including the extinctionists that are suggesting that we should start saying our goodbyes since humankind is already headed towards extinction.
Human extinction, this is bullshit. Humans will scratch around and find some refuge. You could imagine horrible disasters and reductions of human population but extinction is not the issue for humans, it’s for everybody else. All of our horizontal brothers and sisters, the other big mammals, are in terrible trouble from our behaviour.
I actually am offended at this focus on the human; “Oh, we’ll be in trouble,”: big deal. We deserve to be in trouble, we created the trouble. The extinctions of the other big mammals: the tigers, rhinoceroses, all big mammals that aren’t domestic creatures of our own built in factories, are in terrible trouble. So, the human effort ought to be towards avoiding extinctions of other creatures. Never waste a worry for humanity itself, which, no matter what, won’t become extinct. Ten centuries from now, humanity will be doing something and that something is likely to be more sustainable and interesting than what we are doing now. The question for us is. “How do you get there?” But ten centuries from now, there might not be any tigers.
So, this is to me the crucial danger of our time: extinctions. Avoiding mass extinctions. You become a mongrel planet, you do everything that you can think of to help get through the next two centuries without extinctions. Like in my last book, and this is sort of symbolic, you move polar bears to the Antarctic and you have a weird mongrel situation for a few centuries in order for them to survive. That’s just my symbolic way of saying we do everything in that regard.
You are traditionally considered an optimist, even when it’s very easy to oscillate to very dark positions when writing about the topics you write about. There’s an Antonio Gramsci idea you have used to explain your position: “pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will.” Your optimism is a moral and political position, it’s not just hoping for the best. Why do you think we need to defend optimism, in the face of this massive problem that is so scary?
I do think it’s important, but you do have to begin and hold on to the idea that this is a massive problem, that there is going to be suffering and disaster. Then, the optimism involved in there is just a very angry optimism. Slavoj Žižek and other people have talked about cruel optimism: “Oh, things will be alright.” And then you ignore the poor, the disasters, it’s a prosperous person saying “things will be alright.” This simple optimism that they call cruel optimism, of course makes me think, “Maybe I’m part of that. Maybe my positive science-fiction stories are part of a cruel optimism, and we’re heading towards a disaster so black, so bad, that I’m just part of a false consciousness, part of the zombies walking to the edge of the cliff type of thing.”
“My story is: the optimism that I’m trying to express is that there won’t be an apocalypse, there will be a disaster. But after the disaster comes the next world on.”
I’ve had to think about that and I think there is a difference between cruel optimism and angry optimism, where you have the Gramscian pessimism in the intellect but also optimism of the will. Use the optimism as a club, to beat the crap out of people who are saying that we are doomed, who are saying let’s give up now. And this “let’s give up now” can be very elaborated academically. You can say: “Well, I’m just into adaptation rather than mitigation, there’s nothing we can do about climate change, all you can do is adapt to it.” In other words, stick with capitalism, stick with the market, and don’t get freaked out. Just adapt and get your tenure because it is usually academics who say it, and they’re not usually in design or architecture, they aren’t really doing things. They’re usually in philosophy or in theory. They come out of my departments, they’re telling a particular story and I don’t like that story. My story is: the optimism that I’m trying to express is that there won’t be an apocalypse, there will be a disaster. But after the disaster comes the next world on.
But in your version of New York in 2140, life goes on, there is a sense of humour, people still want to move to NY because it’s still exciting and alive, even if it has been decimated by a catastrophe.
One hundred and twenty years from now, everybody alive right now will be dead. An entirely new crop of humans and new generations will be out there operating. For them, whatever the situation is, it’s the natural situation. So, as a science-fiction writer you have to say: “One hundred and fifty years from now? There are going to be people having fun, young people trying to hook up with other young people to have sex and then there are going to be complications, and people trying to make a living and they are going to be having fun.” That militates against the old “I give up.” Because the “I give up” can be the cruel optimism. Here’s a cruel pessimism, and I’m not saying Žižek is necessarily one of them, but in academia and in theory I can see a kind of cruel pessimism: “Although I’m a prosperous person, although I can probably make my child a prosperous person, the world is screwed and therefore I don’t need to worry about it because there is going to be an end.” So, there’s a sort of apocalyptic end-of-the-world “ism” that says that I don’t have to change my behaviour, I don’t have to try because it’s already doomed.
Some of the most prosperous people on the planet are promulgating this view, which obviously I don’t agree with and I feel that it is really dodging the moral imperative. Maybe optimism is a kind of moral imperative, you have to stay optimistic because otherwise you’re just a wanker that’s taken off into your own private Idaho of “Oh well, things are bad.” It’s so easy to be cynical; it’s so easy to be pessimistic. I like to beat on to people a little bit about this.



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José Luis de Vicente

Researcher and curator, specialising in culture, design and technology. He is one of the founding partners of ZZZINC, a cultural research and innovation studio.
José Luis de Vicente is a cultural researcher and curator specialized in culture, design and technology. He is one of the founders of ZZZINC, a cultural research and innovation studio based in Barcelona. Currently, he is the curator of Sónar+D, the innovation division of Sónar Festival, and a member of the content team for the FutureEverything Festival in Manchester. He has directed the Visualizar Data Culture Program at Medialab Prado in Madrid since 2007. He regularly writes about technology and culture in many media outlets and has participated in events such as Ars Electronica (Linz), Vimeo Festival (New York), Transmediale (Berlin), Lift (Geneva) and Picnic (Amsterdam), among many others.


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