Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The Year of the Flood, by Margaret Atwood
As dystopian fiction goes, Atwood's near-future is as gritty and dark as can be imagined. Human depredation has reached new levels, with the corporations greedily commodatizing all aspects of human life, including the sex trade and drug trafficking. Most of the population lives on the edges of society, scraping by in whatever way-legal or illegal-they can find. Anyone who runs afoul of the corporations can find themselves snatched off the street by the CorpSeCorp, the security arm of the multinationals that has replaced the armed forces and police. While the richest and smartest live in walled compounds run by the corporations, the rest are left in slums called the "pleebs". In the dangerous, crime-ridden world of the pleebs, helping your neighbor is likely to get you arrested or killed, and so a self-defeating selfishness has become the norm. Like all repressive governments, the complete control of the CorpSeCorp has turned person again person, causing them to act in ways that are against their own interest.
As speculative fiction goes, I sincerely hope that the future Atwood envisions is wrong, wrong, wrong. Sadly, too much of it felt completely possible to me. From genetic manipulation to the power of the corporations to the suppression of dissent and the oppression of the people in the name of making money-all too close to reality. In addition, now that most reputable scientists and rational people have come to accept global warming as a fact, it is not too much of a stretch to think that the destruction of the natural world that prefaces so much of what happens in the book could be around the corner.
Sounds depressing, right? And this book certainly has its highs and lows in terms of emotional impact. But ultimately there is hope. When the "waterless" flood finally comes, those people who learned about the natural world and how to survive without technology and consumer goods were able to survive the chaos of the de-evolution of our society, and were able to begin rebuilding a world more in balance with nature. As The Year of the Flood ends, the survivors are still finding each other, and I can't help but wonder what the next months and years hold for them. Several websites I've found have described this book as the second in the MaddAdam trilogy, so I assume that I may yet get my wish to find out if there is indeed hope for the future-of Atwood's fictional society, and for ours.