MISCmedia for 11/22/99
Tomorrow's Not What
It Used To Be

SINCE IT'S THE LAST 'TRIPLE-DOUBLE' DAY of the century (11/22/99--get it?), I've got just as good an excuse as any of the current barrage of century-in-review pundits to go off and pontificate.

But instead of reviewing all the supposedly most important movies, CDs, public speeches, world leaders, or stadium-organ songs of the past 100 years, let's skip the present century altogether and instead look at the 21st century as somebody imagined it in the 19th.

Edward Bellamy (1850-96) wrote Looking Backward in 1888. Many critics consider it the first major utopian novel written in the U.S.

Like most of the perfect-future tales that have followed, Bellamy's is less of a story than a tract. The plot, such as it is, is pretty much over by page 50--a wealthy, "refined" young man of 1887 Boston, who's come to loathe most of railroad-age industrial society, awakens from a 113-year trance to find himself in the all-enlightened, worry-free Year 2000.

From then on, just about all that happens is that our 19th-century sleepyhead looks around the future Beantown, while the kindly doctor who'd awakened him (and the doc's smashingly-beautiful daughter) simply tell him everything about how wonderful everything has become. (The doctor has a wife, but we see or hear almost nothing of her.)

There are no conflict points in the story, but that's part of the point.

Bellamy's ideal future is one of those in which most anything that could result in trauma, let alone drama, has been systematically removed from the social condition.

Indeed, in one chapter the awakened narrator reads from a late-20th-century novel (you millennium-sticklers out there will be relieved to hear Bellamy refers to 2000 as part of the 20th century). Without detailing this other story's plot or characters, the narrator tells us how weird it was for him to read...

"...a romance from which shall be excluded all effects drawn from the contrasts of wealth and poverty, education and ignorance, coarseness and refinement, high and low, all motives drawn from social pride and ambition, the desire of being richer or the fear of being poorer... a romance in which there should, indeed, be love galore, but love unfettered by artificial barriers created by differences of station or possessions, owning no other law but that of the heart."

As you might've guessed, Bellamy's is one of those utopias where nobody goes hungry but nobody's obscenely wealthy. That's 'cause everybody works for one employer (a strict-yet-benevolent government "Industrial Army") for the same wage. (Physical labor and other unpopular jobs are made to be as attractive as cushy office posts, by offering shorter hours or unspecified prestige perks)

It was a popular fantasy at the time it was written. Many of Bellamy's readers had become baffled by the rapidly-changing industrial scene and its massive social consequences--which by 1888 had already included urbanization, telephones, telegraphs, phonographs, monopolies and cartels running key industries, the mass immigration of low-paid laborers from such places as Germany and China, the lonely-guy culture of single-male immigrant workers (hookers, saloons, gambling), tenement housing, coal-smoke pollution, nationally advertised brand-name products, and the first large-scale labor strikes.

To those dismayed by the 1880s present, an end-O-history future, a stable and prosaic future with no conflicts or worries, would seem mighty desirable.

TOMORROW: More on why Bellamy's scheme wouldn't work, why he and his readers thought it might, and lessons for muddling through the real century-switch.

ELSEWHERE:

• It comes from France. It's Clark, the band!...
• It's no hallucination, but Tony Millionaire's Maakies in Shockwave semi-animation!...
• Ahh, the glorious almost-miniature plastic industrial-design masterpieces. The dials that go spaciously from 5(7) to 8, but skrunch 10 to 16 in a tiny-tiny space at the far end. Yes, it's the golden age of transistor radios!

RECENT HIGHLIGHTS:

• Imagining a newspaper for the Net age.
• Some of today's more perverse, ephemeral "art forms."
• I still kvetch about arrogant San Francisco; but is Seattle now no better?
• Wacky emails received here lately, plus other fun short stuff.
• Can you tell me how to get to Coronation Street?
• Guys who fight aren't necessarily copying Fight Club.
• The history of trying to get away from it all.
• Does postmodern fiction trash old hierarchies or just build new ones; can't we just get past PoMo yet; and can we imagine a more proactive future?
• Ron Harris's journey from phony workout videos to phony human-egg auctions.
• A hipper-than-thou magazine complains when corporations don't love it; while the zine Ben Is Dead dies.
• Election '99 pitted both prog-leftys and rabble-rightys against the corporate center.
• Not-so-guilty musical pleasures.
• Could Blair Witch be considered a Dogme 95 film?
• The joys of oral surgery.
• The origins of manga/anime storytelling.

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