Showing posts with label heinlein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heinlein. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 02, 2022

One of Robert Heinlein's Worst Ideas

Robert Heinlein liked playing around with ideas.  Ideas about marriage, family structure, religion, government, etc.  A lot of the ideas he fiddled with are interesting and have some merit.  For example, in The Happy Days Ahead, Heinlein posits a future in which a black woman president has torn down the fences between the United States and Mexico because they were a stupid idea to begin with, and is presiding over the ribbon cutting of a spaceport.

Heinlein makes it clear that he doesn't think this will come to pass -- that the actual future will be far grimmer -- but he puts it out there as a "...but it sure would be nice if..." alternative to the dark days he believes are coming.

On the other hand, Heinlein had some terrible ideas, and among the worst of them was this (from The Moon is a Harsh Mistress as the newly independent lunar colony debates the drafting of their constitution):

I note one proposal to make this Congress a two-house body. Excellent -- the more impediments to legislation the better. But, instead of following tradition, I suggest one house of legislators, another whose single duty is to repeal laws. Let the legislators pass laws only with a two-thirds majority ... while the repealers are able to cancel any law through a mere one-third minority.

Heinlein isn't sneaky about it.  He puts this idea of requiring a supermajority to pass anything and allowing a superminority to repeal everything into the mouth of Professor Bernardo de La Paz whose political views are described thusly...

"But--Professor, what are your political beliefs?"
"I'm a rational anarchist."
"I don't know that brand. Anarchist individualist, anarchist
Communist, Christian anarchist, philosophical anarchist, syndicalist,
libertarian--those I know. But what's this? Randite?"
"I can get along with a Randite...

Anyone who has read Heinlein will recognize Professor de La Paz as a prototypical "third stage" Heinlein character.  Excerpted from Alexei Panshin's Heinlein in Dimension:

...
The Heinlein Individual has three central characteristics: his strength, his singularity, and his ability to teach himself. 

 All three stages of the Heinlein Individual are strong and competent.  The youngest stage may be ignorant and naive but that is an accident of youth and not a character deficiency...

The naiveté of the first-stage Heinlein Individual leads him into error from which he is commonly extracted by his competence after he learns what he has to know...

Since the first-stage Heinlein Individual is so often a sheep ripe for shearing, Heinlein has almost always provided him with a mentor in the form of an older Heinlein Individual. 

...Zeb Jones, "the wiseacre without whom no Heinlein story is complete," to quote Damon Knight,* is an archetypical second-stage Heinlein Individual, the competent man in full bloom.  This stage is less eager, more cynical, more likely to make a wisecrack than to rush out to save the world.  The cynicism, no doubt, is the result of the destroyed past illusions of a former first-stage Heinlein Individual.

  The third-stage Heinlein Individual, perhaps because he has lost his energy, perhaps simply because he has lived longer, is even more cynical: 

"My dear, I used to think I was serving humanity . . . and I pleasured in the thought.  Then I discovered that humanity does not want to be served; on the contrary it resents any attempt to serve it.  So now I do what pleases Jubal Harshaw."

This third stage serves as mentor not only to his young innocent counterpart but to his knowledgeable second-stage self as well.  

Much of Heinlein is still a solid read, but his fiction has almost nothing to say about the complex, propaganda-saturated world in which we live...other than an overreliance on fragile technology and Too Much Big Gummint will lead to "The Crazy Years" when we're all pretty well fucked.  The way his characters cope with The Crazy Years tends to involve being rich enough to put a wall between themselves and a world gone mad, and the way his characters emerge from The Crazy Years usually involves those with pioneering pluck, nobility and ingenuity overthrowing an oppressive regime and/or hopping a rocket or starship and getting the hell out.

However most of us lack the wealth to isolate ourselves from the madness of the world, and starships to other worlds are not (yet) available.  So speaking for those of us living in the here-and-now who have actually experience what happens when a minority of fascist assholes are free to block the will of the majority because they want to see the country collapse so they can rule over the rubble,  let me say that this sort of libertarian, Randite, "rational anarchist" claptrap --  

 ...I suggest one house of legislators, another whose single duty is to repeal laws. Let the legislators pass laws only with a two-thirds majority ... while the repealers are able to cancel any law through a mere one-third minority.

-- is currently in hot contention for the worst fucking idea imaginable.


Starships Yes, Lifeboats No


Wednesday, July 07, 2010

On The Occasion Of His Birth...


Robert Heinlein wrote widely, deeply, and well, and most of it still sits on my shelves. And today, on the occasion of his birth, I rifled through much of it trying to find something short and satisfying.

As most of you know, on this blog I lean not-at-all-lightly on works from the various Golden Ages of science fiction to make a point here and there, or re-frame an issue that I think has fallen out of true, or just to underscore the formidably predictive powers of the best writers in the genre, who were, long ago, in the words of Ray Bradbury that I proudly fly in the banner over my site, not trying to describe the future, but trying to prevent it.

In addition to just telling some damn good stories (a noble act in itself that requires no further justification), what is great and enduring about the best science fiction is not the accuracy of a specific prediction (although some of the A-Listers from the 50s and 60s sketched out visions of the early 21st Century that have proven to be frighteningly accurate), but the habit of mind you acquired when it comes to the act of speculating about tomorrow in general.

When you start spending some of your personal Cognitive Surplus on asking the question "What happens if this or that trend continues?" over and over again.

The great good thing about science fiction is that it is a genre created on the radical, democratic proposition that this act speculating about "What If?" need not be the province of the few; that since Tomorrow was the birthright of everyone and the place where we all were going to live, under the duel disciplines of scientific and literary rigor, speculation about its contours and crises and social relationships could be made accessible and entertaining to everyday people.

And in the brief history of moderns science fiction, no one did more than the late Robert Heinlein to build it up from the cardboard cutout plots and characters of a few engineers getting gooey over gadgets into the gen-u-ine lit'rary genre it is today.

And so, a little something from the Old Man.

First, Heinlein's idea of what a fully rounded human being should be:

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.


And second, the transcript of his "This I Believe" speech written in 1952, which his wife, Virginia, read when she accepted the NASA Distinguished Public Service Medal on his behalf in 1988:

"THIS I BELIEVE"
by Robert A. Heinlein


"I am not going to talk about religious beliefs but about matters so obvious that it has gone out of style to mention them. I believe in my neighbors. I know their faults, and I know that their virtues far outweigh their faults. "Take Father Michael down our road a piece. I'm not of his creed, but I know that goodness and charity and lovingkindness shine in his daily actions. I believe in Father Mike. If I'm in trouble, I'll go to him."

"My next-door neighbor is a veterinary doctor. Doc will get out of bed after a hard day to help a stray cat. No fee--no prospect of a fee--I believe in Doc.

"I believe in my townspeople. You can know on any door in our town saying, 'I'm hungry,' and you will be fed. Our town is no exception. I've found the same ready charity everywhere. But for the one who says, 'To heck with you - I got mine,' there are a hundred, a thousand who will say, "Sure, pal, sit down."

"I know that despite all warnings against hitchhikers I can step up to the highway, thumb for a ride and in a few minutes a car or a truck will stop and someone will say, 'Climb in Mac - how far you going?'

"I believe in my fellow citizens. Our headlines are splashed with crime yet for every criminal there are 10,000 honest, decent, kindly men. If it were not so, no child would live to grow up. Business could not go on from day to day. Decency is not news. It is buried in the obituaries, but is a force stronger than crime. I believe in the patient gallentry of nurses and the tedious sacrifices of teachers. I believe in the unseen and unending fight against desperate odds that goes on quietly in almost every home in the land.

"I believe in the honest craft of workmen. Take a look around you. There never were enough bosses to check up on all that work. From Independence Hall to the Grand Coulee Dam, these things were built level and square by craftsmen who were honest in their bones.

"I believe that almost all politicians are honest. . .there are hundreds of politicians, low paid or not paid at all, doing their level best without thanks or glory to make our system work. If this were not true we would never have gotten past the 13 colonies.

"I believe in Rodger Young. You and I are free today because of endless unnamed heroes from Valley Forge to the Yalu River. I believe in -- I am proud to belong to -- the United States. Despite shortcomings from lynchings to bad faith in high places, our nation has had the most decent and kindly internal practices and foreign policies to be found anywhere in history.

"And finally, I believe in my whole race. Yellow, white, black, red, brown. In the honesty, courage, intelligence, durability, and goodness of the overwhelming majority of my brothers and sisters everywhere on this planet. I am proud to be a human being. I believe that we have come this far by the skin of our teeth. That we always make it just by the skin of our teeth, but that we will always make it. Survive. Endure. I believe that this hairless embryo with the aching, oversize brain case and the opposable thumb, this animal barely up from the apes will endure. Will endure longer than his home planet -- will spread out to the stars and beyond, carrying with him his honesty and his insatiable curiosity, his unlimited courage and his noble essential decency.

"This I believe with all my heart."


Happy Birthday, Bob.

I'm awfully glad you passed our way.