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As I'm re-reading Stand on Zanzibar, I just ran across the following poem:


The decision to schedule it for clearance and development
Was taken at a meeting with all the due formality
By the people's democratically elected representatives
None of whom had been inside -- only to the doorstep
Briefly during a canvassing for the last election
Which was when they smelt the smell and knew they didn't like it.

A junior executive from the Health Department
Said it was unthinkable that children and old people
Should nowadays exist in such Victorian squalor
He named fires with open flames, he named splintered wooden floorboards,
Windows with single panes, toilets without airtight lids.
Committee members shuddered and agreed on the removal.

Notices were sent to sixty-seven heads of families --
The list compiled from records of electoral returns.
A date was fixed for transfer to brand-new accommodation.
Objections could be entered as the law demanded.
If the number of objections exceeded thirty-three percent
The Ministry of Housing would arrange a public hearing.

Not included in the data was a woman called Grace Rowley.
In accordance with instructions the electoral computer
Having failed to register her form for three successive years
Marked her as non-resident, presumed removed or dead.
However, to be certain, it did address her notice.
No answer was recorded before the scheduled date.

It happened to be the morning of her seventy-seventh birthday.
She awoke to noises that she had never heard in her life.
There were crashes and landslide sounds and engines roaring.
When she got up, frightened, and put on her greasy coat
Over the unwashed underclothes she always slept in,
She found two strange men going through her other room.

The passing years had filled it with the mementoes of a life-time:
Shes that had been fashionable when she was a pretty girl,
A gift from a man she had often wished she'd married,
The first edition of a book that later sold a million,
A cracked guitar to which she had once sung lovesongs,
A Piaf record bought during Piaf's heyday.

A voice said, "Christ, Charlie, this is worth a fortune."
Wrapping an ornament, a newspaper informed him
Of the triumphant success of the first manned Moon-landing.
A voice said, "Christ, Charlie, did you ever see such junk?"
Names were strewn broadcast: Dylan, Brassens, Aldous Huxley,
Rauschenberg, Beethoven, Forster, Mailer, Palestrina...

Like silt deposited b the river of time in oozy layers
The sludgy heritage of passing fashion-generations
Testified to the contact of Miss Rowley with her world.
And somehow the strain... old age... the contact broke, anyway.
Looking up and suddenly discovering her staring at them,
The men, who were both young, thought, "Oh my God. Oh my God."

With the authority of the committee, democratically elected,
They took away Grace Rowley and they put her in a Home.
By authority of the committee, democratically elected,
They auctioned her belongings apart from her clothing
And prosperous antique dealers purchased some of it
And sold at huge profit to collectors and even museums.

When the question next came up of excessive public outlay
On the maintenance in council accommodation of senior citizens,
It was explained that Miss Rowley's belongings when sold
Had more than defrayed the cost of accommodating her
Because she had lived for only another month, and moreover
A medical school had saved them the price of a funeral.


Now, some of you may remember the frightening case of an old gay couple who were not in one of the states where same-gender couples are allowed to marry, but who nonetheless had contracts signed which named each other as executors, and they legally co-owned many things. This did not stop the committee, democratically elected, from committing one to a hospital, seizing goods to pay for the care, committing the other to a Home, etc.

And many of you claimed that this was why same-gender marriage was necessary in all states.

But what many of you don't know is that many old married couples also have this happen to them. Civil asset forfeiture to cover the costs of involuntary committal happens.

And Brunner got that one right.

Weep.
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For toDAY third of MAY twenty-TEN ManhatTEN reports mild spring-type weather under the Fuller Dome. Ditto on the General Technics Plaza.


But Shalmaneser is a MicryogenicR computer bathed in liquid helium and it's cold in his vault.


(DITTO Use it! The mental process involved is exactly analogous to the bandwidth-saving technique employed for your phone. If you've seen the scene you've seen the scene and there's too much new information for you to waste time looking it over more than once. Use "ditto". Use it!

-- The Hipcrime Vocab by Chad C. Mulligan


Less of a machine, more of a human being, but partaking of the nature of both, Georgette Tallon Buckfast is largely supported by prosthetics in her ninety-first year.


When the strain becomes TOO MUCH it's because Hitrip of California bred it to have less stalk per ounce, more clean-queen leaf. Ask "The Man who's Married to Mary Jane"!


Donald Hogan is a spy.



Thus starts (sort of, after an intro and a warm-up) the "happening world" of John Brunner's "Stand on Zanzibar". As you can tell, this book (written in 1967 on a Smith Corona 250 electric typewriter fitted with a Kolok black-record ribbon) takes place now. So I'm doing something I hardly ever do: I'm re-reading a novel.

It's eye-opening.

There are several things Brunner managed to miss entirely. In order of their notability:
  1. The social status of women. "Shiggies" drift from apt to apt, effectively homeless, trading sexual favors for shelter. The major exception to this are housewives, but eugenics legislation means that most women drift longer until they can find a genetically acceptable and compatible mate.
  2. Decentralization of media, especially computers. Brunner doesn't even consider computers to be media; centralization leads to artificial intelligence ("Shalmaneser" being the most famous), but television (available in holographic models) and radio are pretty-much centrally controlled. People still own records, but they're not portable.
  3. Continued Cold War. Russia slid down the list of threats, only to be replaced with China, but the Cold War mentality in the United States is still the dominant paradigm. Brunner (understandably) did not forecast the limits of socialist systems, missed their major collapses (catastrophic in the Soviet Union, transitional in China, unnecessary in the Cuban backwater).
  4. Continuation of the Draft. See "Cold War" above.
  5. The continued illegal status of drugs. Up until 1981, it was reasonable to assume that marijuana (at least) would be legal. Brunner forecast the rise of synthetics, but these were legal as well.
  6. Concern about overpopulation. This, of course, is the central theme of the book. He forecast a 2010 global population of 7 billion, and he came pretty close. But he also forecast a U.S. population of 400 million, which is 30% or so too high. But the major thing he missed was that we don't really care. We haven't enacted eugenics legislation, we haven't legislated limits on family sizes (only our China has done that; so did Brunner's), we don't screen for hemophilia or dichromatism or any other genetic trait. The biggest political fooforah that we have is the perennial abortion debate. In Brunner's world, abortion is frequently mandatory.


For all that, Brunner totally forecast many things which did not exist in 1967/1968 (when this book won the Hugo), but which we see frequently (if not every day) now:
  1. "Muckers" (from "run amok"). The phrase "going postal" did not exist when Brunner wrote the book. We didn't have "school shooting seasons". And altho we had some political violence, we didn't have suicide bombers, rogue militias, or domestic terrorists. He saw all that coming.
  2. A general degeneration of the previous social order. This is pretty much a given, but there are scenes when he describes something outlandish on television, which we instantly recognize as a 1980s MTv video.
  3. The slow but persistent rise of an African-American executive class ("Afram zeck"). Both the presence and the slowness are described accurately, as is the fact that "we're still rare".
  4. Did you note Brunner's use of the word "bandwidth" in one of the opening lines? Trust me, that word was not in common use in 1968.


For all of the differences between his world of 2010 and ours, his description of a fast-paced information-driven society is recognizable, distorted as it is thru this fun-house mirror. This is a parallel universe which easily could have happened.

And I'm only half-way thru the re-read.

(More in-depth single-issue analysis as I feel like it.)

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