Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Soul of the Future: Atomic Cinema Gets Real

"In the Trump era, there is no past and no future, no history and no vision, only the anxious present."
Masha Gessen Surviving Autocracy

In my ongoing Soul of the Future series,
this is the last of several installments on stories about the Bomb, this time mostly in the 1960s through the 80s.

I'm posting it just as the US and Russia are about to enter nuclear talks, and the Trump administration is threatening to start exploding nuclear bombs again.

It is also a time in which apocalyptic problems of pandemic and economic hardships are the background to a long overdue reckoning on racism, particularly involving police and deadly force.  Nevertheless, the truly apocalyptic problem of our time--the climate crisis--has not gone away.  Each year and each month is getting hotter, carbon continues to pollute the atmosphere in record amounts, as forests burn in Brazil even faster, the poles melt and the atmospheric and oceanic conductors that govern our regional weather and climate show more signs of deforming.

So this post ends with a few observations on why similar stories aren't being told about this new apocalyptic challenge of the climate crisis. The present includes the future as it includes the past. Remember the future; anticipate the past.

While American movies dealt with the Bomb mostly through atomic monster and space invasion flicks in the first decade after Hiroshima, there were fictional stories that the public could read and see that tried to dramatize the realities and likely consequences.

Most of these were stories published in the science fiction pulp magazines, beginning in the 1940s, even before the first actual atomic bomb test in 1945.
 Such stories began to appear as early as 1941, months before the U.S. got into World War II and years before the Manhattan Project that developed the Bomb had started.  Military secrecy did not end the appearance of these stories, though reputedly the FBI visited the author of one  published in Astounding magazine in 1944, interested in how he knew so much.  (These 1940s and 50s were the years, by the way, that many prominent s/f writers had degrees and practical experience in sciences and engineering.)

Many of these stories dramatized the destruction and ultimate doom of humanity caused by atomic warfare, which was widely forecast by scientists and military experts.  Just a year or two after World War II ended, nuclear doomsday became such a persistent pulp magazine theme that (according to James Gunn in his history of sci-fi pulps, Alternate Worlds) stories about the post-atomic horror were “almost impossible to place in a science-fiction magazine” because there were so many.  But, he added, such stories were also becoming impossible to avoid in mainstream magazines.

Major science fiction writers like Robert Heinlein, Theodore Sturgeon and especially Poul Anderson contributed such stories.  Anderson in particular wrote one apocalyptic fiction after another, with titles like Un-Man, Cold Victory and After Doomsday.  As he emphasized in his non-fiction book, Thermonuclear War (1961), these times were “the most dangerous in the history of mankind.”  At least, to that point.

“Astounding after the war was a very black magazine,”science fiction chronicler Brian Aldiss writes of the premier sci-fi pulp. “Many stories were of Earth destroyed, culture doomed, humanity dying, and of the horrific effects of radiation, which brought mutation or insidious death.” He cites titles like "There Is No Defence," "And Then There Were None" and  “Dawn of Nothing.” “So pervasive were these themes over the next decades that even in a science fiction novel for juvenile readers (Return From Luna by D.S. Halacy), a teenager’s adventures with an expedition on the moon turned suddenly somber when nuclear war erupts on Earth.

Even early television occasionally aired Bomb-themed stories, though they were often Civil Defense-approved sanitized versions of thoroughly survivable atomic attacks.  An episode of the popular series "Medic" (starring Richard Boone), in 1955 was somewhat more realistic about the medical consequences (I remember watching this at age 9.)  

But with a few low-budget exceptions, movies stayed away from depicting effects of the Bomb.  In his book Apocalypse Movies, Kim Newman makes the valuable point that the B movie divisions of major studios tended to glorify the military in their Bomb-theme movies, while independent films revealed more of the real horror.  So it isn't surprising that when the first major Hollywood movie about effects of a global nuclear war was made in the late 1950s, it got none of the cooperation from the US military that Hollywood films usually received.

The movie was the 1959 release On the Beach, starring Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Anthony Perkins and Fred Astaire (in his first dramatic role.)  Produced and directed by Stanley Kramer (known throughout his career for socially conscious films like Judgment at Nuremberg, Inherit the Wind and Guess Who's Coming To Dinner), the movie was based on the 1957 best-selling novel of the same title, by British/Australian novelist Nevil Shute.

The premise of both novel and movie is that a nuclear war has killed everyone in the northern hemisphere. US Navy Captain Dwight Towers (Peck) sails into the harbor of Melbourne, Australia, in the atomic submarine Swordfish which has been submerged and escaped the lethal radiation.  He arrives at an Australian Navy base, where the Australian characters all know that air currents are slowly carrying the deadly fallout to them. They have five months to come to terms with the fact that death is inescapable, that they are among the last living humans because humanity has destroyed itself. 

There is some talk about the war, though no one for sure seems to know what happened or even who started it.  They occasionally wonder how humanity could create the conditions for its own extinction.  But the characters mostly just adapt to their circumstance in their normal lives (they have little oil, for instance, and rely on bicycles, horses and electric trams.)  Towers and the Australian military maintain discipline and chain of command to such an absurd extent that towards the end Towers is officially appointed head of the US Navy everywhere, as he is the highest ranking officer left alive, once his commander elsewhere in Australia is about to succumb to the radiation.
Gregory Peck, Anthony Perkins, Fred Astaire

About halfway through the movie, The Swordfish goes on one last mission to the Arctic and down the US West Coast, to test a theory that the radiation might be dissipating (it isn't) and to locate the source of radio signals coming from San Diego, beeps from a telegraph key but in no discernible pattern. 

 The ship pauses briefly in San Francisco Bay, with indelible scenes of the periscope focusing on empty streets and undamaged buildings, and where a seaman jumps ship to spend his last few days in his hometown.  In San Diego they find the signals are being keyed by a cola bottle tangled with a window sash, randomly striking the key as the wind blows.  

There is more detail in the book about the war, and the use of what Shute calls cobalt bombs, hydrogen bombs that kill with huge amounts of long-lasting radiation.  In the movie there appears to be little damage to buildings and infrastructure in San Francisco, which could mean it was not itself hit by bombs, or that these fictional bombs had the reputed (if unproven) characteristic of neutron bombs, of killing people but not destroying things with short-lived radiation.   

 In the book it is even clearer how most of the characters act with calm and heartbreaking grace.  The movie as well tells the story of ordinary people--like those watching in the movie theater-- facing certain doom, but without gruesome scenes (even bodies are never seen) that might alienate viewers, or pulse-pounding action to distract them. 

This depiction of the characters' behavior seems to reflect the more Stoic culture of Australia and the kind of diffidence that Shute usually presented in his novels but also (according to Shute) to make the point that nuclear war can happen to good ordinary people living their lives, through no fault of their own.  However, it also models behavior in crisis, as well as showing the human race at its best, as it ends.



As the radiation approaches, there are drunken revelers and religious revivals in the city, as well as people calmly registering for their suicide pills, to avoid the lingering radiation sickness. The movie ends with the Swordfish returning to the sea, and shots of the now empty Melbourne streets, and the abandoned revival banner now meant for us: "There is Still Time...Brother."

Even towards the end, characters can't keep themselves from planting gardens and planning for a cancelled future.  Each character has an arc of coming to terms in their own way. But it is this constant evocation of ordinary life coming to an end that gives this film such power.  

Though Kramer's lyrical powers as a filmmaker were not quite up to Shute's writing, he hit exactly the right notes with the musical score, particularly the repeated theme with the melody of the Australian tune, "Waltzing Matilda."  An orchestral version was released as a record, and made it to #47 on the Billboard charts.

The film was not a box office hit but eventually reached a large audience on television. It was more influential among opinion-makers. In a sense it was an ice-breaker, making the subject more acceptable for the movies, and making it generally more acceptable to question and even oppose nuclear weapons.  Nobel Laureate and anti-Bomb activist Linus Pauling said, “It may be that some years from now we can look back and say that On the Beach is the movie that saved the world.”

A full Hollywood production with major stars, On the Beach was filmed almost entirely in and around Melbourne, Australia, partly because the US military refused its cooperation, specifically any Navy ships. So even at least one of the scenes set in the U.S. was shot in Australia.  The submarine used in the movie belonged to Australia, refitted slightly to look like an atomic sub.  Its interior was a set designed from photographs of the real thing.  

The Pentagon had objected, not to the portrayal of the American military characters (their behavior is exemplary), but to the film's premise that nuclear war could end human civilization.  Official policy was still that war involving nuclear weapons was "survivable."  That conclusion was not shared by many scientists and others.  On the Beach became the first major nuclear-themed movie to dramatize nuclear war as apocalyptic. It would not be the last.  

If On the Beach changed the dialogue with empathy, the next important nuclear war-themed movie changed it with ridicule.  In the early 1960s, director Stanley Kubrick became obsessed with the subject of thermonuclear war.  He is said to have read Herman Kahn's 1960's book On Thermonuclear War which (unlike Poul Anderson's book of a similar title) provided rationales for nuclear wars. 

Kubrick bought the rights to a suspense novel about an accidental nuclear war and began preliminary work on a script, but soon the absurdities inherent in the realistic events convinced him to transform it into a satirical comedy.  So he began a new script with the novel's author Peter George and writer Terry Southern, that became the 1964 release Dr. Strangelove. 
Sterling Hayden as General Jack D. Ripper

The story becomes no more absurd--or less plausible--in summary: officials in Washington learn that a strategic bomber group has gone past its fail-safe point and is on course to douse targets in Russia with nuclear bombs.  They have been sent using a plan that allows lower level commanders to issue bombing orders, by a deranged officer who alone knows the recall code.  


Slim Pickens, last actor to be cast in a scene Kubrick
dreamed up at the last minute, now the film's most iconic
image.
The US President calls the Soviet Premier and explains the situation, as the Soviet ambassador is invited into the War Room.  The US cooperates with the Soviets to shoot down all the bombers but one.  The recall code is finally sent but the bomber doesn't get it.  It heads for its target.




Meanwhile the Soviets reveal they have implanted a "doomsday device" that will plunge the world into nuclear holocaust if they are attacked (this device, which also used cobalt-wrapped hydrogen bombs, was a thought experiment by Kahn.) 

 Arguments ensue, the US people discuss surviving destruction by retreating to mine shafts and the Soviet ambassador engages the doomsday device.  When the US bomber gets through and drops its bomb, it essentially blows up the planet, to the tune of a 1940s song, "We'll meet again." 

"Satire" or even "black comedy" are weak words to describe what Dr. Strangelove is.  It describes not only nuclear war as insane, but the people who cause it as, in various ways, insane.  It implies as well as the entire society that allows them to be leaders is itself insane. 

This in itself was not a new thought. That society was insane became a notion at least as far back as between the world wars, as evidenced by Dadaism.  But the Bomb seemed to seal the deal, and made the notion more mainstream,

For example, three books published in the mid-1950s (by psychologists Rollo May and Erich Fromm, and social commentator and historian Lewis Mumford) made the same analysis: the system of nuclear weapons was evidence and expression of an insane society, as well as a major contributor to driving it mad.  By the mid-1960s (which also happened to be the golden age for popular satire), this was a widely held view.  
Peter Sellers as Dr. Strangelove

But it had never been so thoroughly presented in a Hollywood film.  Sterling Hayden's General Jack D. Ripper, whose delusions about the enemy messing with his "precious bodily fluids" begins the nuclear bomber attack on the Soviet Union, is the most obvious and best-remembered portrait of insanity.  

But no less insane is Peter Seller's hyper-rational Dr. Strangelove himself, based on a combination of Herman Kahn and the future Secretary of State Henry Kissinger.  (His pedigree as a German scientist with residual fealty to "my Fuhrer"--Seller's most brilliant character note--also suggests the German scientists in the American rocket program, like Wernher von Braun.) 
George C. Scott as Gen. Buck Turgidsen

Equally crazy as well is George C. Scott's infantile commanding Air Force General Buck Turgidson, a figure based on several actual top military leaders, especially General Curtis LeMay.  Accounts of White House deliberations during the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962 confirm Scott's portrayal as representing the attitude of these Generals that a first strike on the Soviet Union would amount to (as Turgidson says in the movie) "getting our hair mussed" with millions of dead (what Kahn had dubbed "megadeaths.")  Their attitude was expressed sincerely by an American General who said that if after a nuclear war there are two Americans left and just one Soviet, then we win.

But no less insane are the overgrown cowboy who rides the Bomb like a bronco, Major Kong (played by the actor whose name sounds like the fictional ones: Slim Pickens) and one of the most minor characters, Colonel Bat Guano (Keenan Wynn) who won't enable a crucial phone call to be made to stop a thermonuclear war because it would involve damaging "private property"--a soft drink machine.  


Insane circumstances also made the rote mechanistic behavior and cool, precise astronaut diction of the bomber crewmen (played by James Earl Jones and Frank Berry) seem functionally insane.  Meanwhile the only sensible characters (President Muffley and Group Captain Mandrake, both played by Peter Sellers) became straight men and enablers. (Apparently a crazy President was too scary a thought.)  Some are clearly exaggerations—and yet, none is truly unreal.  

Dr. S. opens with US gov footage of plane refueled
in mid-air to suggest sexual subtext
Some of the insanity is prompted by the characters' comic lack of awareness about sexual anxieties, which adds to the movie's hilarity and popularity.  The movie brilliantly mixes cerebral satirical and "low" comedy (though the classic slapstick ending of a huge pie fight in the War Room didn't make the cut.)

The performances, which Kubrick encouraged to be over the top, contrast the emotionally childish and mentally wounded humans with their sober and deadly technology.  It can be argued that the film's ending--the destruction of the world to an at best ironic old tune ("We'll meet again/ don't know where, don't know when") leaves the viewer off the hook, even if it is in the same spirit as the rest of the movie. 

 It was quickly followed by another Hollywood film, this time a drama with a similar if not completely apocalyptic plot, Fail-Safe (1964), directed by Sidney Lumet and starring Henry Fonda. This time humanity is taken to the brink by a technological accident. 

Fail-Safe did not have the same impact, possibly because Dr. Strangelove came first, but probably also because the novel by Eugene Burdick and Harvey Wheeler it dramatized was a thoroughly-discussed best seller two years before, especially when it was serialized in the Saturday Evening Post during the Cuban Missile Crisis.  

So it was Dr. Strangelove that at the very least encapsulated if not defined attitudes about the insanity of the Bomb and the nuclear arms race.  The nuclear mystique was ridiculed away.  A hit when it was released,  Dr. Strangelove remains high on lists of classic films and film comedies.


Needless to say, the Pentagon did not cooperate in the making of Dr. Strangelove either. The interior of the U.S. bomber was designed by extrapolating from a magazine photo.  Stock footage (for the opening montage) and background landscapes filmed for this movie plus airplane models comprise the external flight scenes.  And the War Room was entirely invented, although its absence in reality reportedly surprised and disappointed Ronald Reagan when he became President.  There is a much smaller War Room in the White House now.

I saw Dr. Strangelove at a moviehouse when it came out, at least once.  But I also saw it several years later in San Francisco, paired with The War Game, arguably the first film to confront the likely realities of atomic warfare as experienced by civilians where they live.  

The War Game was commissioned by the BBC for television in the UK in 1965.  It was written and directed by Peter Watkins, a feature film cinematographer and documentary filmmaker.  It depicted events in the UK immediately before, during and after a thermonuclear exchange, using both an impressionistic and a documentary style.  The aftermath is particularly brutal, with radiation sicknesses and deaths, looting, food riots and eventually a complete breakdown of society. The music it ends with is a version of "Silent Night."

The BBC refused to air it.  It was released as a film in 1966, playing mostly at film festivals and in a few moviehouses, like the one where I happened to see it in 1967.  It nevertheless won the 1967 Academy Award for Best Documentary, and a similar award in the UK.  Roger Ebert called it "one of the most skillful documentaries ever made." 

 (Director Peter Watkins was just previously the cinematographer for the 1965 Beatles film Help!  He urged John Lennon to use his influence on behalf of world peace, which led Lennon and Yoko Ono to their 1969 peace campaign, and the song "Give Peace A Chance.") 

The War Game was the first to dramatize the effects of thermonuclear war on ordinary people, not as the easily survivable and limited tragedy as depicted for example in the 1954 US television production, "Atomic Attack" broadcast on the Motorola Television Hour.  But it would be some twenty years before it had a widely seen successor.



The Vietnam War blunted attention to the Bomb, but the US and Soviet nuclear arms buildup in the early 1980s returned focus to nuclear threats.  The theory of "nuclear winter" was proposed by Carl Sagan and other scientists that asserted that even a relatively small number of nuclear explosions would block enough sunlight to lead to planetary-wide death of huge proportions. The Nuclear Freeze movement (which referred to freezing the number of nuclear weapons) further emphasized the issue.

After The China Syndrome (a feature about a nuclear plant meltdown starring Jane Fonda) was a box-office hit (partly because shortly after it hit theatres, the meltdown at Three Mile Island happened), the ABC television network started developing a television movie about the effects of a nuclear war on a midwestern US city.  

The Day After, directed by Nicholas Meyer and starring Jason Robards, aired on Sunday November 20, 1983. The movie followed a cast of characters in Lawrence, Kansas, before, during and after a nuclear attack.  There were battles over censored scenes and cuts made to the film before airing.  Nevertheless it was the most graphic representation of nuclear war to reach a wide audience, almost 40 years after Hiroshima.

As the main character, Jason Robards was a confident and wealthy doctor, husband and father.  His family in Kansas City obliterated by the Bomb, he remained in the Lawrence hospital dealing with the medical effects (similar to the 1955 Medic episode), especially radiation.  When he becomes a victim himself, he revisits his demolished home, tries to drive away a family squatting there but he is offered food.  The final shot of his character, white hair falling out, embracing another old and dying man among the ruins, is this film's most indelible image.



The movie was castigated from the right as disloyal, and the New York Post branded director Meyer a traitor.  It was criticized from the left for not depicting nuclear war as hellish enough, though the movie ended with a printed declaration that an actual nuclear attack would be far worse than the one depicted, which only added to its impact.

The US military refused assistance in making the film because it left open the question of which side had launched missiles at the other first.

The Day After holds the record for the largest audience for a movie in television history.  One of its fans was President Ronald Reagan, and it reportedly led him to accelerate talks with the Soviet Union that led to a nuclear missile treaty.  The movie was shown around the world, including in the Soviet Union.
Threads

There were two more notable dramatizations of nuclear war effects in the 1980s. The BBC produced Threads in 1984, which followed the consequences into the next generation of an ordinary UK town of Sheffield.  It was notable also as the first depiction of nuclear winter.  

It ends with survivors struggling in a burnt-out world, and a 12 year old giving birth screams at the sight of her stillborn baby.  It was a harrowing ending to a truly horrifying film.  The Guardian review called it "the most terrifying and honest portrayal of nuclear war ever filmed."

This time the BBC did air it, and a few years later paired a re-broadcast of Threads with the first UK broadcast of  The War Games in 1986, 20 years after it was made. Threads also played in the US a few months after its UK airing.  It was reputedly the most watched basic cable movie in history.  That may be where I first saw it. 
Jane Alexander in Testament

Another such film was Testament, made for PBS in 1983 but not broadcast immediately.  It was released to theaters first, and aired in 1984.  It starred Jane Alexander, and depicts the slow dissolution of a small town in northern California, just outside the blast area of San Francisco, as its residents succumb to radiation and societal breakdown.  But it is mostly centered on one family, the poignancy of their emotions and actions, a much more realistic counterpoint to the family in the 1954 TV episode "Atomic Attack."  

Each of these films builds in one way or another on the previous ones.  Testament has the bravery of ordinary people of On The Beach. The characters decide on suicide, but can't go through with it.  The ending--a melancholy birthday paired with a birthday party in the innocent past--suggest the same message to viewers: It is not too late.
President Kennedy with Curtis LeMay and other generals
during Cuban Missile Crisis.  He defied them and proposed
the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty, the first step away from the brink.

And so far, it has turned out not to be.  President Kennedy broke through with the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty in 1963, which had wide public support that surprised political and military leaders in the US and USSR.  It's likely these films contributed to this consciousness.

Meaningful arms reductions accelerated in the 1980s, continuing after the dissolution of the Soviet Union.  The issue has receded in current times, though there are still enough nuclear missile to destroy the world, many of them ready to launch.  That receding has some bad effects, particularly the minimizing of what nuclear bombs really are.  How the nature of the Bomb is different from other explosives and weapons is the implied or dramatized message of these films, including the atomic monster movies.   

But if the perceived threat of instant nuclear Armageddon that hung over every minute of the 1950s through the 1980s has all but ended, one contributing factor is the perception of nuclear war as insane and suicidal that these stories--in print and on film--reflected, articulated and spread. 

So comes the question of how all this applies to our future, and to the phenomena that most threatens it: the climate crisis, and effects (including pandemics) of an overweening human world dependent on a deeply wounded and distressed natural world.

Where are our climate crisis stories?  Nicholas Barber and David Wallace-Wells are among the recent writers asking that question.  They both list examples of the plethora of pop culture Armageddons and dystopias, especially in film and TV, caused by everything except a deformed climate.  Wallace-Wells calls this an "incredible failure of imagination."  But is that what it is?


Both Barber and Wallace-Wells mention the one counter-example: The Day After Tomorrow, released in 2004--and a box office hit.  It was the first and so far seemingly the only climate crisis-themed feature film.

One could argue that the pattern of stories confronting the climate crisis is the opposite of the Bomb stories pattern, in that a fairly literal Hollywood movie happened early (if you can consider 2004 as early for an oncoming crisis known since at least the 1950s.)

  Made by the same team that created the hit Independence Day, this film dramatized a set of possible and extreme effects of sudden climate cataclysm, providing or at least referring to the actual science of climate change as it was known in 2004.

  Though made and marketed as another future fantasy disaster adventure movie (the team went on to make 2012 and a version of Godzilla), its very title--obviously playing off the nuclear apocalypse of The Day After-- signaled a serious intent as a cautionary tale.  There is still time, brother.



At the time The Day After Tomorrow was both hailed and criticized by climate scientists.  It took liberties with scientific theories at the time, particularly in the time frame of its major disaster--the sudden deep-freeze of much of North America.

  Today, scientists are much more worried about other phenomena than the possible movement of the Atlantic currents that precipitate the movie's crisis, but they've learned not to rule very much out, as the climate is deforming far faster than most models predicted.   On the other hand, the opening scenes of climate effects--splitting glaciers, monster hail and sudden huge tornadoes--have been since seen on television news.  What was fantasy is now documentary.


But though there have been nonfiction stories and documentaries, plus some fiction (notably Kim Stanley Robinson's 2017 novel, New York 2140, and his Science in the Capital trilogy of novels in the 1990s, which he edited and combined into Green Earth in 2015), Hollywood and all the new and old television entities have arguably not followed up on The Day After Tomorrow. 

Barber suggests there haven't been other climate themed films because they don't fit into the Hollywood film form.  Could it be, he asks, that climate crisis effects are so immense in extent--global, in fact-- that "it’s just too big and overwhelming for a two-hour adventure" and "it can’t be fixed by a hero defeating a villain?"

Maybe, but probably not.  There weren't heroes defeating villains in the later Bomb movies (though that was a reassuring feature of the atomic monster flicks.) And it's hard to define "failure of imagination" in this context.

The atomic era movies can suggest some of the reasons why there haven't been climate crisis films.  Let's start with two.

 The first is politics, and all the money and power expended to form public opinion.  The US government went to great lengths to make questioning nuclear weapons seem disloyal and stupid.  Though Republicans went farther in its demonizations, there was so much at stake and so much of US industry, science and universities were invested, that the mainstream of both political parties--much less polarized than today--maintained the fortress of enforced silence, along with the necessary lying.


Climate seemed a bipartisan issue for awhile, but the flashpoint might have been the 2006 book and film An Inconvenient Truth by the Democratic presidential candidate who won the popular vote in the 2000 election, Al Gore.  Soon after that, no Republican could recognize the reality of the climate crisis any more than they could admit that trickle down economics never works.  The influence of big money from the fossil fuel industry, working behind the scenes as well as overtly, cannot be underestimated.  Hollywood studios today are no longer independently owned.

As noted above, the US military withheld its assistance to movies that questioned nuclear doctrine, and the right wing--and even moderates--questioned the patriotism of those who questioned the sanity of nuclear weapons.  That's one reason that, during or soon after the Blacklist, the undermining of the official view was done by giant ants and fire-breathing and irradiated creatures from prehistory and, not incidentally, from mythology.

The second reason is psychology, principally the denial that is both the villain and (in different contexts) the heroic quality of atomic war films.  Wallace-Wells suggests an interesting twist: ecopsychology. The climate crisis and related deformations of the natural world that sustains us and all present life challenge our psychological relationship to nature, as it has solidified in the industrial age.  In 1930 Ortega y Gasset wrote that a defining feature of modernity was the inability of the mass of humanity to distinguish between the natural and the artificial.  That's only the beginning of our warped relationship with the natural world.

Climate crisis denial appropriates the psychological term as well as the simple meaning. Denial in its most complete sense--denying that something exists or is threatening, etc.--is partly a product of helplessness.  People felt helpless about nuclear weapons, because they are beyond the power of an individual to stop, the weapons are in themselves so overwhelmingly powerful, and because the politics and paradox of deterrence forced them to accept nuclear weapons.   People feel helpless about the climate crisis because it is beyond the power of individuals to stop it, it is so enormous and complex, and because it seems that addressing it will have a steep cost in the present, for an uncertain future benefit.  

However, as we are learning in connection with the intractable problems of racism, once the feeling of powerlessness goes, the denial goes with it.  Perhaps a sign of the sense of powerlessness abating is when a realistic (as opposed to metaphorical) story on film or TV is made and is as influential and popular as On the Beach, Dr. Strangelove or The Day After.     


In any case, while I share the frustration and am also puzzled by the avoidance of climate themes, it seems some of these apocalyptic films can be regarded as the equivalent of the atomic monster movies--symbolically and metaphorically about climate crisis effects, particularly the breakdown of society and the stark division of rich and poor.

This is obvious in The Hunger Games series and similar stories but also in the once-fashionable vampire genre and the still prevalent zombie genre.  Together they form the same picture: the blood-sucking vampire rich and the mass of blood-drained undead zombies.  (Apparently Kim Stanley Robinson noticed this at about the same time I did, but he has a bigger platform.  As well as the patent on Zombies v. Vampires.)

The similarity to atomic monster movies breaks down however in terms of cause: the monsters were awakened and augmented or caused by the Bomb, these movies said; but in contemporary apocalyptic and dystopic stories, the failure to mention a deformed climate as a cause significantly weakens their function as cautionary tales, the There's Still Time, Brother effect.  

However, just as Bomb themes in print preceded them on film, science fiction writers are publishing climate themed stories, already pigeonholed as "ecofictions" and "cli/fi."  Perhaps one of these will inspire the next climate crisis feature.  As was the case with nuclear weapons in the 1980s (if not before), there is a vast public ready for the right stories.

Wallace-Wells argues that it may already be too late--that the realities of the climate crisis are becoming too obvious, and will soon be all-consuming, for anyone to be interested in cautionary tales and climate fiction.  Maybe, but maybe not. While it is true that one might not want to watch a movie about nuclear war while living in or after one, climate crisis effects are so various, so local and so long in time, that the appetite for these stories may in fact increase.

The ultimate question is: can climate-themed stories make a difference to the real future?  A few months ago it would have seemed very unlikely, even as it still seems it might be too late.  But as we've learned recently, things can change radically very fast... And Kim Stanley Robinson has a new near-future novel coming out later this year that deals in part with climate themes, called The Ministry of the Future.  Who knows--maybe there will be an actual Secretary of the Future in 2025. 

At this point you may be wondering whether any of this applies to pandemic-themed stories.  The short answer is that the taboos that barred the way to nuclear and climate themed stories don't appear to be in force, at least not yet. 

 Besides, there should be no problem for Hollywood to fit pandemic stories into existing genres, or combinations of them: from the medical procedural and the race for a cure to the scary extreme, which would be the zombie apocalypse stories. There have already been successful pandemic films, like The Andromeda Strain and Contagion.  Our current reality may make new fictions of this kind too scary.  But Hollywood is very likely to try a few.  If they can get back to making movies anytime soon.

Monday, June 08, 2020

Poetry Monday: Once Later

Once Later

It is not until later
that you have to be young

it is one of those things
you meant to do later

but by then there is
someone else living there

with the shades rolled down
how could you have been young there

at that time
with all that was expected

then what happened to
the expectations

there is no sign of them there
a shadow passes across the window shade

what do they know in there
whoever they are

W.S. Merwin

The top image is a recent real estate photo taken in the back of the house where I grew up just outside Greensburg, PA.  The window to the left is to the room that had been my bedroom.  While I was in college, my parents took this window out, installed a door, and turned the room into a den.  At some point--probably not long ago-- a new owner took out the door and replaced the window, returning the room to being a bedroom.  You can see how the bricks are newer under the window.  So in this way, it is more as it was when I grew up there than it has been since.

The wood deck is new as well--it had been a brick patio-- and judging from the wood and bricks piled in the photo, all this was done recently when the photo was taken several years ago.

The real estate photos of the inside are interesting.  They show what has survived and what hasn't.  They also suggest that no children have lived here recently.  I don't think it has been a family home anymore.

Saturday, June 06, 2020

Another Weekend Update: Clear and Nearly Present Danger

On Saturday there were large demonstrations in Washington and other US cities, and in cities in Europe and elsewhere, notably in the UK and in Australia, where the same basic issue as in the US reached its boiling point, namely the number of Indigenous or Aboriginals who died in police custody without a single conviction.

As a response to the militarization of Washington by Homegrown Hitler as well as to the issue itself, the demonstrations are laudable and inevitable.  But coming in the midst of the Covid crisis, they are also dangerous, especially when arrests and incarcerations are involved.

Already there is evidence from doctors on the ground of an increase in infections stemming from Memorial Day weekend, when so many Americans went out into crowds.  States like Florida and Arizona are seeing more cases and hospitalizations; Arizona's system is maxed out.  And there are scattered reports of protesters already testing positive.  One expert speculates that the impact will show up in July, and by then it could be an uncontrollable surge.

Apart from the demonstrations, there does seem to be a general attitude that the danger is over, and that people who "choose" not to wear masks or practice physical distancing are just adults choosing to take risks with their own health and taking responsibility for their own actions.  Such thinking and behavior is encouraged by the Trump administration, which vocally criticizes anyone who adheres to the guidelines of its own CDC.  Even people who disdain Trump are affected by this apparent permission.  When a few people stop wearing masks, it sends a viral message to others that not only is it socially acceptable to not wear one, it is once again weird to wear one. 

That people infect others, that almost half of infections come from carriers who have no symptoms, is conveniently forgotten. As someone in a vulnerable group I resent this, I take it personally.  It dehumanizes me, leading me to dehumanize younger people--I think of them primarily as vectors of disease.  And thoughtlessly or even callously aggressive ones at that.

So because of the casual attitudes, premature reopenings and now crowds of people who come together and then go back to their separate cities and towns,  it seems to me entirely possible that we will see a second wave bigger than the first, beginning not in the fall but this summer, in July.  We may be on the brink of a true tragedy.  Needless to say, I hope I'm wrong.

Friday, June 05, 2020

Weekend Update: Inside Looking Out

My first protest demonstration was the March on Washington in 1963, when I was 17.  I participated in many more in that decade--in Washington and elsewhere, some scented with tear gas-- and the decades since, until this one.  This time I'm a senior sequestrian, on the inside looking out.

The political dynamic has changed.  There really was a Silent Majority in the 60s through the 80s.  Demonstrations, particularly against the Vietnam War, looked big because my generation was big.  But those of us who protested were a small minority of that generation, and an even smaller minority of the American public.  And any kind of demonstrations really frightened the white majority, let alone the urban riots of the 60s.

Today, as some have remarked, the demographics of demonstrators against racism and police murders in particular are much more diverse, reflecting a much more diverse America in just about every way.  Maybe that's why recent polls show widespread support for these protests, even majority support.  Those numbers track with several other sets, suggesting that the AlwaysTrumpers are alone with their one-third of the electorate talking to pollsters.

Readers of this blog since 2017 may recall its analysis and warnings concerning the figure called Homegrown Hitler or the Apprentice Dictator.  Since then, the process of installing a dictatorship  proceeded in fits and starts.  Lots of fits, and incompetent but eventually effective starts.  The  administration as currently constituted is finally aligned with the apprentice dictator's power grabs, particularly the Attorney General.  (Other cabinet officials appear more interested in their own corruption, mostly financial but also political.)  This administration is quickly completing its destruction of the government it has taken two centuries and more to build.  It is turning the federal judiciary into a mockery of incompetence and ideological dishonesty.

The key to true dictatorship, as observed here a few times previously, is control of the military, or a significant part of it.  This past week Trump tried to take effective control.  He got what he wanted in a single sweep of Lafayette Park, herding peaceful protesters with rubber bullets, tear gas, explosives and huge military helicopters used as blundering instruments of terror.

But he lost control almost immediately.  He may regain it--he seems to have the personal loyalty of ICE and some murky federal vigilante force of prison riot specialists--but as the weekend approached, he was crouching in a heavily fortified White House, under attack most notably by members of his own party and prominent past members of his administration.  His current Secretary of Defense, caterwauling about dominating the battlespace of American cities one minute, was sobering up with direct opposition to Trump's threat of taking complete control by means of the Insurrection Act.

The opposition to Trump, now and as a candidate for reelection, is notably attracting more and more Republicans, from the gray eminence of conservativism George Will through Republican political consultants including the husband of White House toady Kellyann Conway to an actual Senator, Lisa Murkowski of Alaska.  At the moment the most potent words have come from the ex-Secretary of Defense Mattis.  It's not just his opposition to Trump's latest moves in trying to misuse the military, but his global attack on Trump's leadership, in very strong language.  A number of retired officers and officials have spoken out, but I'm guessing the statement by the current Secretary of Defense reflects a frenzy of opposition and pressure from the active military leadership, who can't speak out themselves but who don't want this mission.

So this week saw the country come dangerously close to a military dictatorship, and then a reassertion, a renewal and a rebellion against that from the governing class and probably the military.  And just as importantly, a lack of public support for the demagoguery.  So in an odd way prospects are better, at least for now, than since Trump was elected.  Because Trump isn't fooling anyone anymore, outside his AlwaysTrumpers cult.  So now all we have to worry about is the covid crisis and an economic Depression.

Also this week Joe Biden made a widely praised speech in Philadelphia, providing a reminder and a model of what Presidents say and do in a crisis.  President Obama held a virtual town hall meeting, and said the young demonstrators are renewing his hope.

Meanwhile, the demonstrations have revealed more police brutality, some support for reform and against racism within the police, some provocateurs and looters, many peaceful demonstrators and supporters, including the neighbors of looted local businesses in Oakland who spontaneously gathered to clean up the mess.  Out there among them on the streets were Senators Kamala Harris and Elizabeth Warren, and Speaker Pelosi.  Joe Biden, now the elected Democratic candidate for President, visited a demo as well.  We'll see how it all looks next weekend, but right now, it does suggest the possibility of a turning point.

Monday, June 01, 2020

Poetry Monday: Rain Light


Rain Light

All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning

W.S. Merwin
top photo: BK


Friday, May 29, 2020

Weekend Update: New Virus, Very Old Virus

This past week, the US officially passed 100,000 deaths resulting from the covid virus.  The moment was anticipated by the NY Times with its front page list of every known victim, and by the Washington Post and other news outlets with photographs of victims.  Photos powerfully personalize, but the Times also added identifiers that did so as well, not just occupations and achievements, but "known for his amazing Donald Duck impersonation."

Every week now there is news about Covid 19 itself--new studies, new studies of past studies, new questions.  Many of these are or seem contradictory.  Last week there was hope for a vaccine, and doubt that Covid would cease for many years (those these are not mutually exclusive exactly.)

But some conclusions were being drawn, however provisionally.  Eric Levitz at New York Magazine summarized some.  Of the ones he wrote about, I've selected the following as especially significant and/or provocative.

"Estimates vary, but multiple research teams believe that the typical COVID-19 patient does not infect a single other person."  Most infections come from "super-spreaders," who infect a number of people. "[A]bout 10 percent of coronavirus patients are responsible for 80 percent of all new infections."

These superspreaders don't appear to have super powers in spreading the disease, except maybe cluelessness.  They infect a lot of people by breathing on them a lot, at home or especially in confined spaces and large groups.  Levitz's example is the guy who infected people at choir practice.

This comports with other trending conclusions: that Covid spreads more easily indoors than outdoors, and much more easily from prolonged contact with an infected person than from surfaces.  And if this is so, it might be a good idea to start reporting on the proportion of cases that emerge from nursing homes, meatpacking plants etc.  It also suggests that it may be a long time before people can safely gather as audiences or participants in indoor large-group activities.  However, the prospects for workplaces seem more complicated--depending, for example, on air-conditioning systems that can spread the virus.

We may also learn how valid this new conventional wisdom is in a couple of weeks, when the crowds at beaches and other outdoor venues over Memorial Day have either spread a lot of infection or haven't.  Already it is known that at least one participant in the Missouri lakeside crowd on Memorial Day has tested positive.The same with "socially distant" indoor gathering, as venues "reopen."  Again, already there is a case in Georgia in which employees in a hair salon have tested positive, and contact tracing is being done on all known customers.

The Levitz summary also alerts to the possibility currently being explored that some immunity to covid 19 is conferred by antibodies from other coronaviruses, including colds.  Also confirmation that covid19 virus carriers cease to be infectious after two weeks.

But perhaps the most hopeful of the studies he cites suggests that there are biomarkers that can be found in a simple blood test that indicate whether a covid19 patient is facing a mortal threat or not, some 10 days before this becomes apparent.

This has been one of the scariest and most unusual elements of covid: patients who seem to be recovering or seem to have a light case who suddenly plunge into life-threatening conditions.  The blood test which claims 90% accuracy, would tell doctors which patients need to be hospitalized early, and gives them a head start on treatment.  And treatment is likely to be crucial for a long time to come.

An article in Scientific American which Josh Marshall summarizes, is yet another in a growing body of opinion that wearing masks protect the wearer as well as others.  The study says the distinction that had previously been made, between "droplets" and smaller "aerosol" particles is obsolete and specious.  The virus is airborne, the study claims.  "If you’re close enough that you can smell the tobacco smoke from someone smoking a cigarette you’re probably close enough to be inhaling aerosolized COVID virus."

But masks offer some protection. The study suggests that this is partly why densely populated Japan and South Korea don't have a high proportion of infected people--because these are societies used to wearing face masks (because of air pollution.)   In any case, it's another argument in favor of masks.

The for or against debate on masks seemed to be resolving very definitely on the "for" side.  Several prominent Republicans as well as governors of both parties spoke in favor of masks, and yet another poll shows high mask use: up to 90% among Democrats.  Trump and his AlwaysTrumpers anti-maskers remain the small minority.  But they are becoming more than audacious.  Senator Lindsay Graham, desperate in his bid for re-election (the last poll showed him tied) held a big fundraiser where there were few masks and no social distancing, and ostentatious use of the same microphone.

The Old American Virus: Racism

The weekend begins with continuing and new protests in a growing number of cities, with reported violence. And so again we return focus to the formative American virus of racism is a quiet epidemic, not the least because it remains structural, built into institutions as well as learned behaviors.

The protests began in the Twin Cities because of a white police officer caught on video applying deadly force to unarmed black man, stopped because a nearby storekeeper suspected someone of passing a phony $20 bill.  On Friday this officer was arrested and charged with murder, while investigation into the conduct of other officers continues.

Protests over that incident spread to other cities as the weekend approached.  Meanwhile, during protests in Kentucky over the fatal shooting of a black woman by white police officers, seven people were shot by unknown assailants. These followed protests over the February murder of Ahmaud Arbery, a young black man pursued and shot by two white men while jogging in Brunswick, Georgia.

Also sparking outrage this week was an incident in Central Park, also caught on video, in which a white woman named Amy Cooper threatened to call police when a black man, a bird watcher whose last name happened also to be Cooper, asked her to leash her dog as she was legally obligated to do.  She said she would call the police and tell them he threatened her life. And then she did so, obviously faking her distress, and making sure to mention that her alleged assailant was African American.

The Amy Cooper incident conjured up historical nightmares, as several commentators (including Charles Blow and Aya Gruber) reminded readers of what black men can never forget, that purported violence or sexual advances against white women were frequent excuses for lynching black men, as well as other more recent violence and ongoing prejudice.

But such overt violence is not the only kind that can deform a life. Writing in the context both of this Central Park incident and the covid crisis, journalist Ernest Owens notes in the New York Times that during a recent Zoom session, his therapist observed that he was "glowing."  In quarantine, in the middle of a Pandemic, how could that be?  He concluded: "I'm doing better these days because staying home alone and practicing social distancing has meant I'm avoiding many of the racist encounters that used to plague my daily life."

"I've spent less time simmering with humiliation and rage over offhand ignorant comments, wondering whether my race is the reason for poor treatment, being preoccupied with how to present myself to avoid or minimize discrimination."

He notes these incidents may not be major but they occur often and accumulate.   Now he catches a glimpse of what it's like to be without them.  "Quarantine has meant I don't have to have interactions with people like Ms. Cooper. It has meant I don't even have to worry about having them.  And that's been life-changing."

"It is natural to wish for life to 'just get back to normal,' as a pandemic and an economic crisis upend everything around us," President Obama said through his Twitter feed.  "But we have to remember that for millions of Americans, being treated differently on account of race is tragically, painfully, maddeningly 'normal'--whether it's while dealing with the health care system, or interacting with the criminal justice system, or jogging down the street, or just watching birds in a park."

 White people like me don't think about this much because we don't have to.  It is not, in its particularity, our experience.  But black men in particular do think about it, because they have to.  And that's why we as a society must think about it.

The VP Zeitgeist

This past week Joe Biden suggested he'd name his VP choice by August 1.  Apart from the ongoing vetting, a lot can happen between now and then to affect his choice, just as a few things happened this past week to elevate Senator Elizabeth Warren and perhaps Senator Kamala Harris, while Senator Amy Klobuchar's chances seem to have taken a major plunge.

The anger among African Americans being caused by and focused by the police killing of a black man in Minneapolis is apt to poison Klobuchar's chances, because as county prosecutor she reportedly passed on filing charges in cases of alleged police violence against African Americans (though a report that one of those instances involved the same police officer who killed George Floyd is false.)  Though she was following the prevailing standard of presenting evidence to grand juries rather than issuing indictments (a practice she says she now regrets), the symbolism may now be too much.

As we reached the weekend there was some talk and media opinion that the emotions aroused in the black community by these latest instances of police violence will put pressure on Biden to select a black woman, with Senator Harris of California as the more likely choice.  But then she also has a law enforcement record, some of it controversial in the black community.

But before that, another poll and the very public advice from a major Dem political operative has further boosted Senator Warren of Massachusetts.  Both the poll and the pol claim that she adds votes to the ticket, with strong support among African Americans, Latinos and voters under 45.  Add this to previous polls showing she is the preferred vp candidate in several Midwestern swing states.

Then there's this article that notes the praise she's getting from President Obama as well as her regular communications with Biden, both impressed with her ideas on the covid crisis and economic recovery, which will be crucial tasks for the new administration, and clearly a strong case is being made.

This article also speaks to what I said months ago was a major objection--the loss of her Senate seat to a likely Republican appointee, which could doom the new administration's agenda.  It turns out that Dems have veto-proof majorities in both Massachusetts houses, and so can easily pass a law--that other states have, and MA used to--that a new appointee to the Senate must be from the same party as the departing Senator, before a special election hands the matter to the voters.  It's still a risk but not nearly as much of one.    

Meanwhile a long-shot choice, Senator Catherine Cortez Masto of Nevada removed her name from consideration, to focus on her state's economy.  I suspect others will be doing this in the future, especially governors.  At this point it seems to be pretty much between Senators Warren and Harris,  pending results of the vetting, and of course, how things look closer to August.  It may be that by then Biden will be looking at a consensus choice.

Thursday, May 28, 2020

6,000

A non-horrific statistic (at least I think it is): I happened to notice that my Memorial Day/Poetry Monday post was #5,999 in this blog's history. So this is my 6,000th post on Dreaming Up Daily.

I accept that the post counter is accurate.  But I'm not sure what the daily page view count actually means, what with bots, spammers and photo links, but page views passed 500,000 total awhile ago.  A good many Twitter and Facebook and other social media accounts exceed that number in a week, some in a day or an hour.  But for a writer, it's a big number, especially if it represented actual readers.  Even cutting it in half, which is generous but more realistic, is pretty good.

Blogs are obsolete, not quite yet in the same retro cool category as other things I've held onto, like vinyl records, flip phones and even video cassettes.  Not yet Old School either. But Twitter is too short, Facebook too ugly and creepy, and only blogs give me the space and the flexibility to create a page, something like a magazine.  I like that. So I keep playing here, regardless of who does or doesn't shows up to watch.

The superseded blogs as well the always unfashionable ways I use this one have contributed to the decline of daily hits over the years, especially for the newest post.  I am heartened however that older posts still get hits, which I suspect means readers who were actively looking for something found an example of it here.  I still have other blogs where I post seldom if ever (I've been blogging since something like 2002, though this blog is not that old, sometimes maintaining five or so at a time) and they continue to pile up hits, some in the thousands.  There's something substantive--an issue, a play, a writer, a Star Trek episode, that somebody wants to know more about.  Maybe an old movie or a book they just heard of, or just remembered.  Or they're turning 60 or 70, and found one of my posts on that.  This is what I've called the Internet of Remembering, and I'm pleased to be part of that.

There's an element of service in this, and I do think about that.  I think about adding to knowledge, making my very particular contribution.  I take it seriously.

But my dirty little secret is that I have always been less interested in sounding off, attracting clicks or going viral than I have been in writing.  Sure, there's an element of showing off in all this.  And I like to do what I used to do professionally for awhile, which is make a kind of page out of words and images.

When you're showing off it helps to have an audience, and there is something essential about the pairing of writer and reader. But that's becoming secondary (as the length of these posts may suggest.)  Especially at this point in my life, it's mostly about the doing.

Even famous writers will say this.  T.S. Eliot did, at the end of Four Quartets.  Last night I read an interview with Malcolm Cowley in his old age, a literary critic and biographer who had a lot of influence in American literature from the 1930s through the 1950s especially. (And he's also a western Pennsylvania boy.)  "Writing becomes its own reward," Cowley said.  "What do you need from others--except a little money--if you have satisfied the stern critic in yourself?"

These days not even a little money enters into it, and the inner critic is maybe less stern in some ways.  I can't say I'm exactly saintly about it--I get discouraged at the silence at the other end.  So I am grateful for my regular readers.  I suspect I know most of them by their first names.  I probably know their birthdays, too.

But in the end it's a kind of serious play, the work of a lifetime and the work of a life.  So when I get over myself and get into myself, when the energy returns, I can inhabit my zone of illusion, inside my carapace of play. And I make more sentences, and assemble another post.  Some don't look so good the next day.  But I'm happy with a lot of them.  I may have a huge blind spot here, but I think many are as good as anything else one can find on the Internet on a given day.

Still, I doubt there's another 6,000 posts coming.  Though I suppose you never know.

Monday, May 25, 2020

Poetry Monday: In Memoriam

In memory of the unacknowledged (though no longer unnamed) and in a public way, unmourned dead, the 100,000 and more individual Americans, the half million or more around the world who died from the Covid virus this late winter and spring: three stanzas of Byron's "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage."    

There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee,
And mine were nothing, had I such to give;
But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree,
Which living waves where thou didst cease to live,
And saw around me the wide field revive
With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring
Come forth her work of gladness to contrive,
With all her reckless birds upon the wing,
I turned from all she brought to those she could not bring.



I turned to thee, to thousands, of whom each
And one as all a ghastly gap did make
In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach
Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake;
The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake
Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of Fame
May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake
The fever of vain longing, and the name
So honoured but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim.



They mourn, but smile at length--and, smiling, mourn:
The tree will wither long before it fall;
The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn;
The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall
In massy hoariness; the ruined wall
Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone;
The bars survive the captive they enthral;
The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:

Sections xxx, xxxi and xxxii, Canto 3 of "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" by George Gordon, Lord Byron.