“During the Great Patriotic War (World War II), two Soviet partisans, Sotnikov (Boris Plotnikov) and Rybak (Vladimir Gostyukhin) go to a Belarusian village in search of food. After taking a farm animal from the collaborationist headman (Sergei Yakovlev), they head back to their unit, but are spotted by a German patrol. After a protracted gunfight in the snow in which one of the Germans is killed, the two men get away, but Sotnikov is shot in the leg. Rybak has to take him to the nearest shelter, the home of Demchikha (Lyudmila Polyakova), the mother of three young children. However, they are discovered and captured.” (wiki)
“Larisa Shepitko’s emotionally overwhelming final film [completed two years before her untimely death at 41 in a car crash] won the Golden Bear at the 1977 Berlin Film Festival and has been hailed around the world as the finest Soviet film of its decade. Set during World War II’s darkest days, The Ascent follows the path of two peasant soldiers, cut off from their troop, who trudge through the snowy backwoods of Belarus seeking refuge among villagers. Their harrowing trek leads them on a journey of betrayal, heroism, and ultimate transcendence.” —Janus Films
timespace coordinates: present-day China \ mostly in the province of Sichuan
I have mentioned this movie in a post in 2022 on the SFitze substack. It came to my attention after a post by respected geek and translator Xueting C. Ni’s TW below:
…at last, the kind of contemporary work I've been waiting for from mainland China. A #scifi retelling of Journey to the West. About a magazine editor going to a village to investigate mass UFU sightings, meets a poet there and they embark a journey (of self discovery) #filmpic.twitter.com/tWVnuSt6qD
He recommended watching it with some good tea or some good booze in a warm, cosy place. And this I did. I do not pretend to know why this small-budget funny, melodramatic, nostalgic ‘first contact’ weird movie made such a big impact on him or his peers or why he scored 8.4 out of 10 score on Chinese movie/book/music recommendation network Douban. But I will try to say why you should watch and search for a subbed version of this small serendipitous gem.
What is the merit of such a movie in a country that tries so much to vaunt its role as a leader in scientific and technological breakthroughs? What is the value of small-budgeted SF films in an era when bombastic productions dominate the market? We expect a contemporary cinema audience to be dissatisfied or nonplussed if it does not get its portion of stellar battles, kaboom FX and wandering planets jumping from their orbit. This movie begs to differ and carves a niche for itself. Important to to mention that The Wandering Earth director Guo Fan aka Frant Gwo makes a cameo. He’s the one who buys the damaged cosmonauts costume – it’s almost self-ironic in a sense. How do these big productions get made with money trickling from the successful ones or is it more like we need attention for big ones so small ones can also co-exist?
On the technical side: the movie starts with a VHS report from 1990 – with a youngish Tang Zhijun, the editor of the popular science magazine Universe Exploration Magazine obsessed with aliens talking about the importance of first radio transmission of Berlin Olympics and SETI. Flash forward and we get this aging and completely Absent-Minded Professor like figure with the remaining contributing odd-ball members of the Universe Exploration Mag in their rundown bureau. It’s an image of funny helplessness with even a Hello Kitty vaporizer ij the room. There’s the unmistakable sense they are unable to wade through a world full of attention economy traps and accumulating bills. They rent out their old Soviet cosmonaut costume for an advertising campaign for an energy company called “Apollo”. They are the first to fall for the exploitative viral media advertising extra sensory phenomena with click bait sensationistic news. They seem to be at the bottom end of the economic system having to eke a living on the underbelly of a booming, technologically competitive, attention grabbing and gimmicky world. Such mags existed all over the whole East bloc, but they had to either close down or try and reinvent themselves in order to survive in an era of boom and bust, and a constant defunding of the research institutions they depended on. It is for me very easy to relate to something like this. Some became allied to the start-up world and others had to try hard to keep up with various technological hypes.
The movie uses a lot of faux documentary material, and has the feel of a digital phone recording with a selfie stick – almost like small TikTok reels. Nevertheless, this does not represent an instantly clickable bait-click material. Media and especially old (dead) media is present in a very direct way – snow crash TVs (the Poltergeist effect), radio and even an ominous Giger Counter are all present and waveform receivera. But they are channeling somehow the background radiation of the universe not radioactive fallout or TV news. They are also channeling the inner worldof these characters.
These old 20th century technologies, no matter how dated, or even Cold War tech they seem, have gotten other uses. In a sense ufologists have been re-engeering them for their own (higher) purposes.
So now imbibed with some new meanings, extraordinary energy or hidden power, they are ways to access the very basis of reality and a dreamworld that escapes the rest. A reality that throughout the movie is most unreal, surreal or anti-real. The movie is considered by some as “literary science fiction” – and this might instantly label it as something pretentious or nostalgic, which is completely at odds with a lot of hard SF popular in China. But if you want to consider it literary SF – then it is so by its appeal to a sort of lyrical, poetic and evocative power that SF irradiates in comparison with realist, mimetic fiction. It is not literary in its bookish immediate sense. The most salient characters are somehow all neurodivergent (even it does not get an explicit mention as such). Characters have lived trough various troubles, have various sensibilities and somehow stay open to the outside, no matter how unimaginable or even incredidble. These ‘specially endowed’ persons in the movie do not allow us just access to parallel worlds, multiverse, portals, aliens visitors or UFO landings like in the traditional SF narratives. They are very much linked to embodied realities, to the very dirty, muddy countryside, the sort places where these encounters happen apparently. The boy with the metallic pot on his head (a sort of blessed fool character almost) is a dictionary carrying poet, not just shaman (poisoned mushrooms also have an important role) but also some sort of spoken word performer in the middle of fields and a Taoist inchoate landscape. He is closer to the “cosmic” and the “comic”, a dramatic creature close to an embedded SF reality that does not get mentioned in many SF on-screen narratives.
One of my favorite characters is the trolley bag – carrying madame. For most of the movie she seems the only realist (sane?) person in the movie. But I think she is the true Sun Wukong. She is the Money King. I say this based on the fact that she is the only one that pulls faces and pokes fun at the elderly ufologist nincompoop master Tang Zhijun. If you read the original recently you will understand what I mean. I did not ask my Chinese friend what he thinks, but this is my feeling. I also take my conclusions from the above poster that makes her hold a selfie stick – the only up-to-date person in a whole ufologist team that does not feels technologically out of place in the contemporary world.
She complains all the time but she also carries the batteries for his Giger counter in her trolley. Isn’t that enough? These are my cue for the Monkey King, that is always an unwilling member in the original 16th century epos attributed to attributed to Wu Cheng’en. Like the legendary monkey, she is forced and incarcarcerated by Buddha in the original Journey to the West and obliged to follow the witless and frankly easy to poke-fun-at monk Xuanzang (602–664), the Buddhist sutra translator. She is the practical person, she is the one that is always debunking and always telling things how they stand: “A lunatic grand party”.
Of course there are several contenders for that role – even the character of the drunk could very well be the monkey but he is mostly the pig in my view, but why not think of the Monkey King like a sort of distributive or collective character, since this is what it was. I believe in the original reading from the Maoist era or even earlier this may have been an embodiment of the voice of the people, the voice of the masses and also of the unrepentant and the tricksterish.
With that in mind, she might be the only one having a bit or reason or some sort of materialistic compass in a place of illusions and near-hallucinatory experiences. I really like the fact that she always is the one to question the whole quest, and also the one to remind us about the harsh laws of thermodynamics under the market economy (and energy scarcity): someone has to pay for the heating, someone has to pay for the repairs and for the upkeep! I of course like the Red Cap guy, the one that travels in his childish UFO car and has met Tang at some earlier phase and is now a mysterious meteorite hunter.
In the 1990 your entrepreneurial plans did not guarantee you will be a winner later on. Having a great idea did not guarantee it will become a commercial success. Following the “everything goes” mantra of the 1990s, why not thinking that you could live off selling telescopes, because how cannot one not look above? Yes, but increasingly throughout the decade the push to encourage curiosity about new discoveries became second fiddle to other priorities or it pure and simply made some people appear like complete loosers of the market economy. Is it great to make your passion something competitive, or at least transforming a telescope into another commodity – like TV sets, radios, mobile phones etc. There is something eminently ridiculous in using cosmonaut suits to sell products – but we are living in this world. Daily I see adverts for banks, various products, shoes superimposed on CGI imagery with cosmonauts, or Black Friday adds on the moon.
There is here an obvious hint at how some of these pops sci dreams of the 1990s did not played out. Or even the mystery, weird, fringe Fortean things came to be transformed into conspirative thinking. Maybe there is also a kind a moralistic play here. The movies shows a lot of missing pathways, a lot of possible venues that did not bear fruits, a lot of missing opportunities and questions. How did those initial drives, the early naive belief in the basic science popularization got abandoned for more commercial or more infotainment pursuits?
There is also the possibility that this Journey to the West talks about larger issues that bedevil those that got really involved in the China Dream at this historical moment. There is an immense need for diverting more investment into its social sector (the percentage of the GDP allotted to social issues is very small compared to even its nearest economic competitors). All in all, the scope of alleviating poverty AS WELL as raising its education and reskilling its still unskilled rural population are looming big. No mean task, because China has still a lot further to go. At the same time the movie presents some sort of “Science Wars” between humanities (understood as non-math, poetry, even sentimentalism) and a different approach to math or physics (thinking about the entire Sokal hoax affair and what Andrew Ross said at the time about how positivism opened up a second front – beside the anti-superstition campaigns).
Superstition or what one might call folkloric beliefs, including signs and remains of residual village belief systems–are tolerated, but also considered deviations. This has been the whole deal about modernization from the May Fourth Movement on – of overcoming superstitions that are slowing down China, old ideas and old ways hamper it joining modernity. The result is that there is a new hybrid – in the way ufology overlaps with these living folkloric traditions brings about a sort of whimsical, millenarian expectations about first contact which have been pointed out by researchers of UFO religions previously. But it’s unjust to call it just ufology as superstition – it’s also hidden even more profound meanings regarding nature or the natural world as a place of encounters, of odd adventures that lead back to very banal and worldly happenings. Happenings such as erring newlyweds in search of best shooting spots in nature or photographers lost in the wilderness while searching for such commercially ideal spots.
But there is new High Weirdness out there. Hard-to-believe scams (think canned Martian sand for sale online) and doughy aliens frozen inside homemade freezers are everywhere. This is not Area 51. They appear to be the product of a wish to attract some city tourists to the remote corners of the land, areas in need for cash and a bit of attention.
Isn’t this worthy in itself? What could be devious in bringing a group of hapless alien seekers to the most unmodern, and underdeveloped areas? In places where they could also listen to the locals’ needs, while initially following the “carrot” of stories mentioning preposterous things? Journey to the West (in Sichuan) may the difficult travels out of the precarity of local pop sci initiatives to the remote precarity of villager life, where mostly women and odd figures live, places that have been left behind by migrant laborers traveling in search for work in the big cities. What is the carrot?! Is it baitclick? Is the carrot the UFO? Is the carrot some lingering SF feel?
That does not mean that you can pay your electricity or heating bills by doing these UFO scoops. Some will of course complain that the ufological is getting politicized, but there is no way around it, ufology was birthed during Cold War and America’s paranoia around Soviet technology.
In this geopolitical historical sense the Sputnik was instrumental in garnering the funds for the establishment of DARPA and Darpanet. So, ultimately, this new Journey to the West is in a sense a Journey along ideological encampments as well. Inside capitalism, you had various critical ufologies as well as conservative ones. There is the bizarre Posadist end-of-the-world Trotskist World Revolutionary visions. Others leaning towards the conservative, highly anthropocentric, modeled on the capitalist model. Do not know if “right-wing” and aliens go together, it is almost a contradiction in terms – should not aliens be different from what we already have?
If stock Independence Day aliens are just advanced (read rapacious or exterminist) humans in search for more planets and species to enslave, Tang appears then a diverging view akin to the radical ufologies (here I would put Italian art pranksters Men In Red). For Tang advanced species cannot be predatorial but somehow akin to some socialist ideal of universal peace. There is also another version – a more Taoist one maybe, where the first contact results not in answering all the existential problems but in recognizing the universality of such questions as well as the impossibility of a straight 0 or 1 answer.
I get how somehow the Fuxi or Fu Hsi (伏羲) Chinese creation myth rhymes so well with the entire Human Genome Project so that the Journey to the West director or scriptwriter could not let go of it. But for me and maybe others following closely the history of biology, DNA is such a 20th century imagery (or even mid-20th c or at least 2000s). Instead, it would be interesting to see how SF movies overcome such hurdles in an age of epidemics, epigenetics, metabolomics, microbiomics and viromics, proteomics, metagenomics or synthetic life. But of course, who can deny that a plethora of biotech companies have entrenched this evocative double helix imagery, including the early 1990s Jurassic Park movies. In this new Chinese movie at the end the universe, DNA is a ladder to the stars, the macro reverses into the micro of the DNA. Although even this may be secondary to the main search for love.
timespace coordinates: somewhere in the East Germany 1960s 1970s 1980s
Somehow I cannot embed the link so here it is (sadly only in German! and only available till 11.05.2022 ∙ 23:59). Many thanks to Julia Linda Schulze for catching on with this documentary and keeping us in the loop with it!
//This is, without question, one of the best documentaries I have seen about the context, ideals and cinematography surrounding East bloc, ex-Socialist SF. Maybe this is again a demonstration as why it is such a niche thing and why most of the older SF movies do not getting enough of an exposure and why it is easy to get stuck with images of mostly US, English-language movies from the same period (mainly space-age 1960s and 1970s). There is lots of interviewed researchers including film directors, special effects contributors, script writers, set designers, costume makers as well as SF historians, SF writers, art curators etc from current Germany that dwell on the retro-futuristic, the ideological engagements of the DDR period and the general openness towards a better and definitely more Internationalist and Pacifist, non-militarist future. The usual triumphalist scientist vision of unlimited growth and untrammeled progress that hounded so much of the Soviet planning is not really prominent, there is more questions and warnings as well as usual problems carried along in space. A few ideas first of what struck me when watching it. If you want to know more and see a few screen captures I made, here’s my take on it with the TW thread like rabbit hole into various related directions.//
Cosmonaut in the front is played by legendary Serbian actor Gojko Miticthat is known as the East German Winnetou in the Karl May Easterns (Ostern), as well as for his cosmonaut in 1970 DEFA studios Signale – Ein Weltraumabenteuer (Signals: A Space Adventure):
— sentient gloomberg @TironStefan@mastodon.social (@TironStefan) May 19, 2021
Although there is a lot of aesthetic appetite for the retro futuristic Former East, its communist monumental art, brutalism and mosaics, there are very few detailed popular accounts about how pop cult was the future or space exploration during the Cold War. In retrospect, we are left with an openly nostalgic (Ostalgie – how it is called somehow disparagingly in Germany) feeling, as well as a lot of, I guess, normal misunderstandings about a period mostly labeled as a broken dystopia, a period of cultural creative and artistic censorship. In the eyes of the aggressively individualistic and ‘free speech’, a transgressive present, it all seems uber-controlled, stiffing, with education and history suffering from propaganda, party and state- induced inaccuracies and biases. It is really to fixate on Stasi terror Cold War or ’empty idealism’ since there really existed a repressive state surveillance, human rights abuses etc These of course existed and nobody needs to deny them. Cringe is ok, even ridiculing, but then nihilism and cynicism are at the order at the day every day. It is harder and harder to entertain any kind of ideals, other than ‘futurism’ or singularity as dictated corporate leaders (Elon Musk or Bezos entrepreneur ‘genius’ types) CEOs and their overbearing visions of how the future should be shaped and in who’s image. Promethean – ‘besting and bending nature’ to our will is clearly not the way, yet common will and reason must still have to weigh in if we are to somehow mitigate what mostly Western ‘growth’ has already done to the planet. Thus, under critical and trying times, it is becomes hard to acknowledge there was a playful side, a dreamy side and one that considered cooperation and pacifism as the precondition for space exploration, or avoiding the worst of the worst here on Earth. Visions of the East bloc Utopia are not a bloc, and are naive in any way, they are informed by a certain scientifically-informed outlook, of changing emotions and hopes in regard to the progressive fragility of modern human civilization as a whole, at a particular juncture, a difficult turning point characterized by that very modern separation of the ‘space of experience’ from the ‘horizon of expectation’ (highlighted in the work of German historian of Enlightenment and Modernity Reinhart Koselleck, especially his Futures Past). Our whole collective experience as an entire species, one might say of humanity as a whole, has not prepared us for what is around the corner, the existential risks around the next bend. This might mean unprecedented space exploration, material improvements, a more egalitarian space living, unusual and unsuspected medical & technological amenities, as well as the incredible and unprecedented material and ecological threats, that none of our ancestors experiences or current experiences can prep us for what’s coming. These split, the split between the lived and accumulated experience of previous generation and what lies ahead was particularly prominent in the XX East bloc, ex-Socialist, ex-Communist -call them what u want countries and political systems. This dissociation of the future from both present and the past – has, I think also characterized and formed these anxieties and hopes that animate and infuse these East German movies.
While the above cannot be ruled out, there is the exactly opposite feeling that experience, however slight and remote, back here on earth, can somehow introduce us to somehow that is beyond immediate reach, transforming us here on earth trough mutual communal play. That we, as communal playful primates can practice and the enjoy is essential in a period of tremendous technological & scientific changes. This happens whenever we have to face the future together. Yes technological and scientific overdrive – was popular in Soviet east, heavy ‘Taylorist’ industrialization started with Lenin, Chernobyl events immediately followed suit, catching up with the West and war against nature made sure the collapse came earlier than planned, but ecological and environmental (as well as what we would call X-Risk) thinking was also making strides. Especially during the long 1980s, the last gasp of those divergent regimes was reworked and visible in SF bookd amd movies. Some Socialist SF movies already started showing the dirty side of things, moving away from the totalizing ‘Star Trek’ futures, acknowledging there is pollution, there’s a visible tear & wear of progress and technological betterment, and the fact that the post-apocalyptic times or xenoplanetary worlds might be quite un-heroic, with ego-maniacal rulers, neo colobialism, and various forms of slavery, racism and sexism still very much alive. Even as a space faring civilisation you still had to recharge a spaceship’s hyperdrive from (sic!) – proto-technological remains such as a pair or phosphorus smeared matchsticks (like in Soviet Kin-Dza-Dza 1986). This planetary future was to be experienced, not just dreamed or read about in SF books, and one that cannot be faced as nations nor as corporate entities, not even as people or as a single species, nor race, gender, sex, origin and birth – should be made a priority. This universalist call it what u want – program, grand plan, vision, dream, etc has been a motor for a lot of very unlikely cosmic visions, from the Pioneer playgrounds, school visits, children’s books, TV programs etc. This was a practice foremost – of imaginary exercises in schools, during classes, in kindergartens, when one had to write and think in terms of the year 2000, write an essay about what one would do or one’s children would do in that incoming future! Everything was suffused (at certain periods more than others for sure) with the livable qualities of this kind of starry eye program, the idea that you can participate via present into a future. That you or your group of school friends are some small part of something much more grandiose that makes even the usually drab, scarcity prone and usually defective Socialist present livable. It was almost the runaway- dreaming of the weirdo Russian cosmists (Tsyolkovsky, Fyodorov etc) and shameless avantgarde lofty ideals but turned into something more humble, more terrestrial, (DIT) DoItTogether in a way that was not deffered (no waiting!), but constantly living it and experiencing it in the Now. There is a lot of nostalgia industry nowadays, although noirish 1940 nostalgia adds a different layering to – and makes retrowave cyberpunk post-Marxist itself divergent, diverging further more from a complacent belief in unlimited progress as such. Marvel is peddling tons of nostalgia, just thinking about WW84 or Once Upon A Time in Hollywood, yet calls about “retrofuturism” obscure the fact that what we are properly speaking about is not a nostalgia about something gone, something used up, but for the future – of valuing not just what was or is, but what could have been; those unrealized (maybe even more and more unachievable at the present moment) potentialities that coexist and suffuse what has happened or happening. What they lacked in action, plotline or even cerebrality, or the usual Kaboom competitive strife & big Star Wars fireworks, these Eastern SF flicks provided a vague, general background, a substrate on which a programmatically (much too rosy &) hopeful, universalist (in spite of everything – colonialism, imperialism, racism, instrumental reason, carbon ideology, patriarchy etc) belief that one can skip exotic bananas (as one of the SF writers in the movie reminisces), in order to entertain the possibility of contributing to exoplanetary adventures. At the same time, this strain of SF was not good at dealing with the past, especially the East German past during the WWII, or the way a recent past as much as an older past still lingers or may affect present outcomes and futural imaginings. Still, what Utopia in Babelsberg Studios manages to evaluate or value is that is is possible to approach such imaginings without fetishizing them. We are mostly thinking about Hollywood as the preeminent dream machine, even now in the rise of China Hollywoods seem to bend and become reinvested in the Chinese Dream. This makes me(and probably others) curious, since, like Frankfurter School cultural pessimism always maintained, Hollywood is too much real and not very much dreaming. It was never about dreaming, but about repeatedly selling the same waking nightmares or recycled capitalist tropes as realities in the form of dreams.
This documentary somehow is a constant reminder as to the drive behind cozzzmonautica https://cozzzmonautica.wordpress.com/ series of nocturnal trips celebrating exactly what this documentarytries in part to convey
Synopsis Mount Aragaz is the highest mountain in Armenia. At an altitude of 3500 m one can find the remnants of a prestige project of the Soviet Union: the weather beaten buildings of Aragats Cosmic Ray Division. Here, more than a hundred men used to search for messengers from distant galaxies – particles, created by cosmic radiation on its way to earth in billions of tiny explosions. Most of the researchers left, when the financial support of the institution collapsed with the Soviet Union. However, despite the lack of funding a small group of Armenian scientists endures on the top of Mount Aragaz. Like astronauts in a spaceship they continue their research, hoping for a sensation: The discovery of unknown galaxies.
Statement The Universe, the Nothingness, the Solitude – three scientists are holding out at what was once the Soviet Union’s greatest cosmic research station. Are they closer to the secret of Creation – here, on top of Armenia’s highest mountain? In their work they rather look like Sisyphus’ brothers, and it is not by accident that they start searching for the meaning of their existence, of God’s existence. Man asks, and the World does not reply. Or does it?
DURATION: 30 min FORMAT: 35 mm / Farbe / 1:1,85 / DolbySR LANGUAGE: armenian / german and english subtitles (optional) PRODUCTION: Pelle Film in Ko-Produktion mit der HFF München und dem Bayerischen Rundfunk
I got a free copy of this book for an honest review. I already had the occasion to read a few related articles and essays by Thomas Moynihan in sumrevija.si and Palladium Mag. This review expands on those early first observations. Only later have I found out how they fit into a book of a much grander scope.
Its purpose is none other than redefining modernity and even reason as reason to ensure that thinking will not cease to exist in the future. All this in the light of something that has never before dawned on human minds: that the universe can well do without those very minds. One risks being overlooked when arriving on the crest of such an expanding body of collapse studies or end of the world as “growth industry”(Claire Colebrook), with scientists moving the Doomsday Clock closer to Midnight and ongoing “slow violence”(Rob Nixon) of 6th mass extinction blending into nearly omnipresent barrage of media apocalypticism. Yet, I believe X-Risk cuts like no other trough all of the recent secular/post-secular eschatological confusions, separating the threat of exterminism from prepper talk. Once and for all witnessing the end of one’s (or another’s) world is not the same as experiencing extinction nor is it establishing a presumptive final date of expiration. Thomas Moynihan’s book should be able to dispel all the lingering hesitation about what Big Filters to chose from (take ur pick from gray goo nano planetary meltdown to superintelligent AIs using our entire biomass as computronium fodder) by inviting us to step down from the giants upon whose shoulders we supposedly stand, and get a frisson as they succumb to ‘infinitarian paralysis’ (Nick Bostrom quoted by TM) and kamikaze theories about biospheres and entire worlds that keep on bursting like soda bubbles.
“The 1755 Lisbon Earthquake. Engraving by James Macaulay, 1880”
Clearly this book was written by someone who enjoys collecting all these ruinous and delightfully abhorrent mental cataclysms, a necessary feat at the very moment when we might desperately cling to old certitudes in the throes of apocalyptic theology, in spite of the daily facts that remind us that we’ve jumped off the cliff a while ago. Here comes a 21st c historical perspective on the long XX century of dreaming up wild galactic-scale visions about the present via the far future and across cosmic silences, not ignoring both the divergences and the ongoing dialogue btw Mutually Assured Destructive partners, a worthwhile recuperative effort especially in light of recent New Cold War fears.
“Design for a space habitat by Tsiolkosky”
With a strong impetus from the cosmist undercurrent (what Zizek used to call the “biocosmist heresy”) the Former East or ex-Soviet Bloc futurological contributions from ‘actually existing socialism’ that previously got short writ, astronomers Nikolai Kardashev and Iosif Shklovsky finally get their due. I don’t want to give the false impression this book is just a collection of daring visions and whimsical cosmological fallacies – it accomplishes the prodigious feat of channeling all these disparate resources about endangered futures trough the lens of rapidly expanding (since ~mid 90s explosion) astrobiological (or xenobiological as it was called) exoplanetary knowledge. The conceptual break criss-crossing a historical (diachronic) backdrop rich in brazen technological solutions and initial responses to ever more darkly looming existential threats – takes us to precedents and first inklings of the idea that there might be something deeply wrong with entrusting the universe the mission to bring us back once we disappear. While examplflifying this novelty, X-Risk nevertheless eagerly recognizes the pioneering work of Milan M. Ćirković, Toby Ord, Anders Sandberg, Nick Bostrom and Sir Martin Rees that contributed to the establishment of a new academic discipline. At the same time, there is so much more to be said about a wider search of Non-Western forecasting institutions and X-Risks mediation with examples from the Global South let’s say, or Chinese Society for Futures Studies (CSFS)established in 1979 China with the role of “to serve the long-term planning and the modernization construction of the country, and to serve the progress of mankind.” or 1970s Romania’s Laboratory for Prospective Research (later CIMSVD Institute) and their Tofflerian romances.
Numerous mini chapters with memorable titles like “Bubbles of Cosmic Nonchalance”, “Eternalism and Its Discontents”, “Worst of All Possible Worlds”, “Tadpole Hedonists and Fatal Flower-Arrangers”, “Shitting on the Morning Star or the Uses and Abuses of History” remind me that we should cherish all the thinkers that know how to tickle the hyper-modulated nerve of maximally distracted 21st reading. Clearly one of the best ways to do it – is to zoom-in on hopelessly (till now) and shamefully lost metaphysical constructions (Stanislaw Lem once called upon the singular powers of Sci-Fi to peddle such disreputable – but oh so intriguing metaphysical beasts). X-Risk is full with the decadent splendor of abstruse, smothered in their cradle natural philosophies, full of enormities with blusterous cosmic (and comic) reach.
“Henry de la Beche’s lampooning of Lyell’s resurrecting necrofauna, entitled ‘Awful Changes’, drawn in 1830”
Adjoining are excellent B&W images peppering the text from a draft of dela Beche ‘Awful Changes’ with Professor Icthyosaurus lecturing the necrofauna, woodcuts of Tambora’s eruption provoking the Year Without a Summer and unwittingly creating the perfect conditions for Mary Shelley to write Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus at Diodati Villa on the shores of Lake Geneva, including some well-chosen portraits of Eduard von Hartmann (“looking omnicidal”) and F.W.J. Schelling (“in his old age and cosmic wisdom”) or biologist Oka Asajirō (“considering omnicidal degeneration, decadence, and debauchery”).
“Bernard de Fontenelle’s cosmic theatre of throning plenitudes, 1686”
Whatever we might still think about giants of Continental philosophy (with either waning extinctionist credentials or pretty shaky perennialist positions), their Appetite For Destruction seems to have been fed by a very tenacious metaphysical Principle – the undead Principle of Plenitude. Years ago i read a fresh Romanian translation of The Great Chain of Being: Study of an Idea (1936) by Arthur Oncken Lovejoy, where the Principle of Plenitude gets ample exposition.
1579 drawing of the Great Chain of Being from Didacus Valades, Rhetorica Christiana
This and Alexandre Koyre’s From the Closed World to the Infinite Universe (1957) potentially changed our understanding of how such cosmic modelling and reordering got us to where we are now. The Great Chain of Being is one of those books that will never let any figureheads of Scientific, Literary and Philosophical canon rest in peace. It unwinds the living history of Scala Naturae, patiently uncovering the seams that bound innumerable taxonomical schemes almost till Linnaeus or Darwin & Wallace, the glue that kept everything in place in grand preordained hierarchies.
“Eduard von Hartmann (1842-1906), looking omnicidal”
X-Risk newness consist in striking a definitive last blow at this chain constricting the way Life on Earth and the supralunar realms were imagined under the grip of Plenitude, finally to be ruined after the idea of extinction had sunk in. X-Risk widens the non sequiturs and gaps of the eternalist principle of Plentitude, or the endurance of value in a universe that appeared biased in our favor (take ur pick: Weak or Strong Anthropic Principle) as much part of philosophical and theological clusters as for Leibniz’s theodicy, under-girding his whole “best of the best worlds” on the same inherent overestimation and smugness about ultimate default safety nets. One may wonder if – Schumpeter’s gale –schöpferische Zerstörung or creative destruction that animates capitalism blows hard on the same wind of teleologic justification for destruction and ensuing cosmic renewal that made J. G. Fichte remark “All death in nature is birth, and precisely in dying does the augmentation of life visibly appear”(The Vocation of Man – quoted by T Moynihan).
“F. W. J. Schelling, in his old age and cosmic wisdom”
While Whitehead is not present in any visible way, I somehow felt his mathematical approach to philosophical aporias useful in this altogether different context. In the unsuspecting way he discovers an age-old problem while rotating certitudes around almost like a Rubik cube, unceremoniously fitting parts that have been kept apart since ages, lightly addressing hampering axioms that constrain all subsequent chains of reasoning or their given solutions, restricting all flights of speculative endeavor. He does not try to eliminate or weed out the audacious brambles and thickets of reason. X-Risk also finds immense scope in detailing and following up on all the consequences of setting these finitudes free, in order to establishing what grounding beliefs subtend and unite all thinkers, no matter their school, language, methods or their particular apocalyptic flavor. What Thomas Moynihan in both rich detail and systematic search brings forth example after illuminating and frankly hilarious example from the most quirky, whimsical to the brightest of feverish minds – is their nearly complete naivete in regard to humanity’s cosmic no-rerun show. Up to a certain point, nobody seems to get that once they are out they are out. It is really gloriously and darkly funny to try and go back to the Encyclopedistes, or to the most pre-critical Philosophers as well as later SETI searches for humanoid aliens and see why so much of this intellectual bravado went so wonderfully askew. Only Marquis de Sade stands apace – but here he is on its own in many ways as he actively promotes extinction. This might also partially explain why reactions to the actual disappearance of the Dodo species (and others) in Mauritius or why Dodo-populated planets seemed possible to Bernard de Fontenelle (in retrospect), or why the dramatic realization of ultimate extinction came so late (possible clue: the Plurality of World aka Multiverse – Many Worlds theory sadly also fails the sensitivity-to-extinction litmus test).
“William Parsons, 3rd Earl of Rosse, engraving of the Orion Nebula, as described by De Quincey. You can almost make out the skull De Quincey imagined the nebula forming. From An Account of the Obesrvations of the Great Nebula in Orion, Made at Birr Castle, with the 3-Feet and 6-Feet Telescopes, between 1848 and 1867, WIth a Drawing of the Nebula, 1868.”
This brings me to a possible consequence of this book imho – the way it counters the sort of abundance craze – Plenitude – as an expression of ontological excess, an ontology that seems to stumble on examples of non-experience or absence, or tends to avoid what might be called the wasteland of missing ‘windows of opportunity’ or singular encounters. An unrecognized dearth that might isolate such abundance on ‘lucky’ rafts drifting the void of space or forever lost in the gulfs between ‘island universes’. In some way Plenitude tangles as well with Cornucopian versions of ecological or eco-critical thinking. A cornucopian might have the same obliviousness to man-made disasters or to how everything runs its course if left alone (ex: neo-Malthusian COVID herd immunity or man-made conflicts that seem to help nature replenish itself). Thus, the faltering and lazy logic of non-interventionism runs amok and abstains specifically when worst comes to worst. What seems to be an increasingly growing problem of our times, not only disarray and suspicion about what is to be done, is a retreat from directed collective action coupled with nonchalant stand-back attitude. One cannot fully abandon excess – since austerity seems to be allied with the worst of capitalism nowadays, imposing all manners of punishing restrictions and well-targeted scarcity on those who anyway feel the brunt of a very bad deal. Technological post-scaricity Pays de Cockaygne’s is far indeed almost because it felt possible to the most prosperous and wasteful boomer generation, children of plenty and man-made extinction (mostly atomic) fears. It is easy to trumpet austerity on a planet where waste-disposal is being rerouted to second or third world and efficiency has become ever pressing and depressing. Before recognizing extinction as a fact of history and evolution, past or future, as this baroque abundance of literary, scientific and philosophical examples makes clear, it became a sheer impossibility to see something else besides basically bursting, agglomerated, populous celestial spheres.
Emblem XLII by Michael Maier woodcut from Atalanta Fugiens, Frankfurt 1618.
If this cornucopian view of ‘nature’ (here terrestrial thus inclusive of humans) where all new continents and all worlds & all planets are as full as the old rivers, fields or standing forests becomes a thing of the past, even at fault for being completely exploitative, genocidal and predatory, what lies at the other end? Future Orchidelirium might not be such a bad habit after all, only and only if it does not become a botanical hunter’s dream bioprospecting after the rare and valued. Otherwise ‘Herschel’s Garden’ might resemble the good old lawns. Embracing full artificiality and artistry we might still learn from pop cultural ET galactic horticulturalists as Ralo Mayer already explored in his E.T.E. Extra-Terrestrial Ecologies performance lecture. With the waning of plentiful plenitude and strategically retreating from it, even if unaffected by extinction ideas and the radical realization of irreversible disappearance – extreme environments and desert communities where the anorganic was abundant (sun and sand in the excess) also birthed say Dune’s Fremen, the Albertian Order of St. Leibowitz, crypto-communist Essenes or mothers of the desert or fathers of the wasteland in the Eastern cenobitic tradition (with whom at least presumably we could exchange apocalyptic or messianic pleasantries) could help along by entertaining ideas of infertility, of absence, of no return and a growing emptiness that resonates far better with the vast expanse of suddenly available exoplanetary (external ‘nature’ unaffected by humans) desolation.
A clearly applied and directed Pessimism is essential nowadays for any collective, distributed & planned action to take place. Scientifically grounded 21st c Pessimism has somehow remade itself and at the same time remade the entire cannon of Western thought by emboldening us to abandon all complacent thoughts about unswerving teleology insuring reserved-seats for the human species in this universe, while never abandoning the need to secure its further existence. The mind- argument, the rarity and preservation of so-called “sophonts”, of reason endowed entities as threatened species in a mindless (or valueless) universe is one of the strongest arguments of why we should try and change course and think about securing the chance of future generations to exist and prosper (X-Risk being a staunch supporter of Enlightenment values and universality if fragility of reason). Panpsychism or cosmopsychism etc as understood and popularized noways (by Philip Goff for one in his Galileo’s Error: Foundations for a New Science of Consciousnesses 2019) elaborates on a parallel history of “what matter is in contrast to what it does” – an alternative entertained by Bertrand Russell and Arthur Eddington, arriving at quite opposite conclusions to extinction thinking from what I gather. I am on very thin ice here – but I wonder how consciousnesses and experience as the medium of reality itself squares out with extinctionism at this very precise historical juncture. As such, any extended, immanent non-human consciousnesses inherent at completely different scales (gradients, levels, degrees, substrates of organization etc) – might be also confronted with this ultimate task i.e. having to probe its foreseeable disappearance and thinning out further ahead.
After reading X-Risk, one may finally breathe again relieved because one is not left to suck in another of the private an frankly boring musings and philanthropic escape plans of company founders attending to their favorite Sci-Fi fears (Superintelligences transforming everyone into Paperclips etc), that seem to ignore and completely circumvent the bountiful historical examples of past and present – of extinctions that go on without a bang, of non-spectacular threats no less important to human and more-than-human existence here on planet Earth (divestment from fossil fuels or the present retreat from long-term planning in spite of Green New Deal and Extinction Rebellion).
TimeSpace Warps 