A future too horrible to contemplate
By Gerry Warner
Cranbrook Daily Townsman
Nov. 26, 2010
“Super Sad True Love Story” is the title of a dystopian novel that’s sweeping America now and most readers don’t know whether to laugh, cry or vomit.
The author is transplanted Russian Jew Gary Shteyngart, who has lived in the U.S. since his parents emigrated when he was a young boy, but now talks only half-jokingly about emigrating to Canada. (His favourite author is Mordecai Richler and he wants to live in Gas Town, believe it or not.)
But getting back to the book, which I confess I haven’t read yet (just seen reviews), I can easily see why they’re comparing it to Orwell’s “1984” for its bleak view of American civilization in another decade or two as the economy tanks, students are taught how to use Facebook in Grade 1 and Dancing with the Stars runs on cable 24 hours-a-day.
The America Shteyngart describes is no longer the most powerful country in the world and is teetering closer to anarchy every day. The Chinese yuan has become its underground currency because it’s worth far more than the dollar and China is threatening to call its loans in if Americans don’t stop using the yuan to buy the latest gadget sweeping the land – an “apparat,” an all-in-one IPhone/Blackberry sort of a thing “used for shopping and communicating via the social networking behemoth Global Teens. The apparat is also constantly updating its users ratings: credit status, ‘hotness,’ potential as a lover – information all others are privy too as well,” according to Marsha Lederman’s fine review in the Nov. 20 Globe and Mail.
Remember that old book (how quaint) or movie of the ‘60’s, “Stop the World I want to Get Off?” That’s exactly how I feel when I consider the picture of life Shteyngart is painting of the not-so-distant future. In Shteyngart’s world, books are long gone and even Kindles are passé because everyone is on their apparats, trying to figure out what outfits are “hot” to wear today, what they should eat and what they should think. And like Winston Smith in 1984, Lenny, the protagonist of Super Sad True Love Story, really is in love, or so he believes.
His lover is a beautiful Korean woman, much younger than he, who moves in with him but eventually drives him crazy because she’s constantly on her apparat shopping or Teening her friend Jenny (on-line name Grillbitch ) while Lennie is trying to relax with one of those devices from the Stone Age which you can hardly buy anymore – a book.
I can hardly wait to get my own copy of “Super Sad True Love Story.” Not because I want to be depressed about the state of the future that were all careening towards so quickly, but because – I must confess – I identify so strongly with poor Lennie. Like him, I’m fundamentally quite geeky by nature. As the digital world smothers us more in pixels every day and you look upwards only to see cyberspace instead of a blue sky, there are times when I just want to say, whoa, wait a minute. This isn’t the planet I want to be on anymore. My planet was warm and friendly. People actually talked to each other instead of babbling into the infernal device in their hands.
In the planet I used to live on, people actually wrote each other letters on this flat, weird stuff they called “paper.” Sometimes they’d even illustrate their letters with drawings they drew themselves instead of downloading something on-line. Love was slower then. You actually got to know your lover as a person first – which believe it or not is a lot of fun – before you got to know them intimately. And if it lasted, you got married and you didn’t feel compelled to tell the universe about it on Facebook.
Okay, that’s enough. The world wasn’t exactly perfect when I was a callow youth. Back then, some people “lived in sin” outside Holy Matrimony, girls got “knocked up” (what an ugly expression) in high school and when they went away to “look after a sick aunt” some of us were naïve enough to believe them.
And to get back to Shteyngart, they said in the 60’s that television, Elvis Presley and pot was going to destroy civilization as we knew it and somehow it didn’t happen. Still, you have to wonder at times. When Shteyngart started his novel in 2006, he pictured a global economic collapse, a credit meltdown, bank mergers and auto company collapses. Oops! 2008 came along and all of those things happened. So he went into re-write mode, and wrote a much more pessimistic tome.
Too pessimistic, some say, but Shteyngart has an answer for his critics. “Let’s just say two words: President Palin.” He adds he will move to Canada if that happens. And you know what? I don’t blame him.