I've been meaning to cancel an old subscription to Adbusters for a while. Their catalogue of glossily reprinted, vapid anger had been getting me down, and the writing felt toxic, a litany of complaints too light on solutions. This month, however, much of that is gone. They've started writing fiction. By setting the story in an alternate present, society, as we know it, is conveniently swept away, leaving social disorder and an unpolluted Mental Environment.
The issue alludes to S11.2, a single, catastrophic event that causes the whole global machine to crash. The lights go out, the US government relinquishes power, and the world's cities empty. Where the people go is not clear. Those who felt this coming all along cleverly begin to plant victory gardens on rural property and urban rooftops. The scenario is implausible, but its device - an unspecific post-apocalypse, led by anarchists turned back-to-the-landers, is in many ways deeply familiar. Adbusters' tone has changed, and the writing is almost buoyant. In the S11.2 world, the culture jammers have won. Somewhat fittingly, after years of ballooning, the magazine has lost half its weight: the pages are thin, like newsprint.
Kalle Lasn describes an oddly totalitarian society:
"These fired-up anarchists will be our new leaders. They have an almost pathological, taboo-like disgust for the old world and Coke or no Coke they're determined to never let it rise again. The price was too high, for all of us, for everything. Their world is about bioregions, true-cost farming, keeping every corporation on a tight leash, and building a new media that delivers truth."
This young person's depopulated America reminds me of the idealistic/myopic vision that some anarchists share with libertarians: both worlds operate much better if you take the elderly, the very young, and the sick out of the equation.
In August, Chris wrote about Lasn's call for submissions, and articulated some of the trouble with negative scenarios as well as the way they frequently turn up in human mythology. (The comments from his post are worth checking out. I noticed that How to Kill a Chicken made it to print.) The issue describes a fantasy that is instantly recognizable, in equal measure CoEvolution Quarterly, survivalist romance, and thin philosophy. It's full of references to Edward Abbey, letters from triumphant luddites, instructions on creating sod-roofed shelters out of the husks of cars, and a visual survey of apocalyptic engravings, early SF movie stills, and prescient 20th century prewar art. As an elucidation of a particular post-catastrophe dream, it's spot on. The suffering is countered by I-told-you-so. I'm not sure that it even qualifies as terriblisma; the tone is too pleased.
WorldChanging has frequently posted about the trouble with this vision when applied too liberally. Single, all-encompassing global collapses are unlikely; the wilderness, such as it is, can't hold the lot of us; and clean-sweeping revolutions are far uglier than we pretend (take a look at Alex's recent post about his visit to the Hoover Dam for a wonderful portrayal of this impulse). Being as subject to chaos fantasy as anyone, I don't know quite what to think. It's rather like having someone shine a light on a very silly, but very real, part of my unconscious.
It'll be interesting to see where Adbusters goes from here. This feels like a sendoff. In all its years of complaint, the issue reads like a strange wish, a collective fantasy of societal revolution, minus the consequence.









