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The proÂnounceÂments of French theÂoÂrist Jean BauÂdrillard could sound a bit silÂly in the earÂly 1990s, when the interÂnet was still in its infanÂcy, a slow, clunky techÂnolÂoÂgy whose promisÂes far exceedÂed what it could delivÂer. We hoped for the cyberÂpunk spaces of William GibÂson, and got the beep-boop tediÂum of dial-up. Even so, in his 1991 essay “SimÂuÂlacra and SciÂence FicÂtion,” BauÂdrillard conÂtendÂed that the real and the imagÂiÂnary were no longer disÂtinÂguishÂable, and that the colÂlapse of the disÂtance between them meant that “there is no more ficÂtion.” Or, conÂverseÂly, he sugÂgestÂed, that there is no more realÂiÂty.
What seemed a far-fetched claim about the totalÂiÂty of “cyberÂnetÂics and hyperÂreÂalÂiÂty” in the age of AOL and Netscape now sounds far more plauÂsiÂble. After all, it will soon be posÂsiÂble, if it is not so already, to conÂvincÂingÂly simÂuÂlate events that nevÂer occurred, and to make milÂlions of peoÂple believe they had, not only through fake tweets, “fake news,” and age-old proÂpaÂganÂda, but through sophisÂtiÂcatÂed manipÂuÂlaÂtion of video and audio, through augÂmentÂed realÂiÂty and the onset of “realÂiÂty apaÂthy,” a psyÂchoÂlogÂiÂcal fatigue that overÂwhelms our abilÂiÂties to disÂtinÂguish true and false when everyÂthing appears as a carÂtoonÂish parÂoÂdy of itself.
TechÂnolÂoÂgist Aviv Ovadya has tried since 2016 to warn anyÂone who would lisÂten that such a colÂlapse of realÂiÂty was fast upon us—an “InfoÂcaÂlypse,” he calls it. If this is so, accordÂing to BauÂdrillard, “both traÂdiÂtionÂal SF and theÂoÂry are desÂtined to the same fate: flux and impreÂciÂsion are putting an end to them as speÂcifÂic genÂres.” In an apocÂaÂlypÂtic preÂdicÂtion, he declaimed, “ficÂtion will nevÂer again be a mirÂror held to the future, but rather a desÂperÂate rehalÂluÂciÂnatÂing of the past.” The “colÂlecÂtive marÂketÂplace” of globÂalÂizaÂtion and the BorÂgeÂsian conÂdiÂtion in which “the map covÂers all the terÂriÂtoÂry” have left “no room any more for the imagÂiÂnary.” ComÂpaÂnies set up shop expressÂly to simÂuÂlate and falÂsiÂfy realÂiÂty. Pained irony, pasÂtiche, and cheap nosÂtalÂgia are all that remain.
It’s a bleak sceÂnario, but perÂhaps he was right after all, though it may not yet be time to despair—to give up on realÂiÂty or the role of imagÂiÂnaÂtion. After all, sci-fi writÂers like GibÂson, Philip K. Dick, and J.G. BalÂlard grasped long before most of us the conÂdiÂtion BauÂdrillard described. The subÂject proved for them and many othÂer late-20th cenÂtuÂry sci-fi authors a rich vein for ficÂtion. And perÂhaps, rather than a great disruption—to use the lanÂguage of a start-up culÂture intent on breakÂing things—there remains some conÂtiÂnuÂity with the naĂŻve conÂfiÂdence of past parÂaÂdigms, just as NewÂtonÂian physics still holds true, only in a far more limÂitÂed way than once believed.
Isaac Asimov’s short essay “The RelÂaÂtivÂiÂty of Wrong” is instrucÂtive on this last point. Maybe the theÂoÂry of “hyperÂreÂalÂiÂty” is right, in some fashÂion, but also incomÂplete: a future remains for the most visionÂary creÂative minds to disÂcovÂer, as it did for Asimov’s “psyÂchohisÂtoÂriÂan” Hari SelÂdon in The FounÂdaÂtion TrilÂoÂgy. You can hear a BBC dramaÂtiÂzaÂtion of that groundÂbreakÂing fifties masÂterÂwork in the 47-hour sciÂence ficÂtion playlist above, along with readÂings of clasÂsic stories—like Orson Welles’ infaÂmous radio broadÂcast of H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds (and an audioÂbook of the same read by EngÂlish actor Maxwell Caulfield). From Jules Verne to H.P. LoveÂcraft to George Orwell; from the mid-fifties time travÂel ficÂtion of Andre NorÂton to the 21st-cenÂtuÂry time-travÂel ficÂtion of Ruth Boswell….
We’ve even got a late entry from theÂatriÂcal prog rock masÂterÂmind Rick WakeÂman, who folÂlowed up his musiÂcal adapÂtaÂtion of JourÂney to the CenÂtre of the Earthwith a sequel he penned himÂself, recordÂed in 1974, and released in 1999, called Return to the CenÂtre of the Earth, with narÂraÂtion by Patrick StewÂart and guest appearÂances by Ozzy Osbourne, BonÂnie Tyler, and the Moody Blues’ Justin HayÂward. Does revisÂitÂing sci-fi, “weird ficÂtion,” and operÂatÂic conÂcept albums of the past conÂstiÂtute a “desÂperÂate rehalÂluÂciÂnatÂing” of a bygone “lost object,” as BauÂdrillard believed? Or does it proÂvide the raw mateÂrÂiÂal for today’s psyÂchohisÂtoÂriÂans? I supÂpose it remains to be seen; the future—and the future of sciÂence fiction—may be wide open.
Who among us wouldn’t want the inefÂfaÂbly melÂlow, witÂty, and wise Bill MurÂray to crash their parÂty, wedÂding, or White House press briefÂing room? Maybe you’re one of the few who could resist his comÂic charms. But could you throw him out if he brought along a celÂlist and read Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s poem “Dog”? Not I.
MurÂray appeared at SXSW on MonÂday and read the poem as part of the proÂmoÂtionÂal camÂpaign for Wes Anderson’s new stop-motion aniÂmaÂtion film Isle of Dogs. And it can seem when we look back at Murray’s many pubÂlic appearÂances over the last few years, that the one thing he’s done more than crash othÂer peoÂple’s parÂties and star in Wes AnderÂson films has been read poetÂry in pubÂlic.
MurÂray, as Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday pointÂed out in a preÂviÂous post, is a “docÂuÂmentÂed poetÂry nut,” who once wrote poetÂry himÂself as a much younger man. He’s been “wise enough,” writes Gavin Edwards at Rolling Stone “not to share it with the world.” PerÂhaps we’re missÂing out.
But we do have many, many clips of MurÂray readÂing his favorites from othÂer poets he admires, like FerÂlinghetÂti, and like WalÂlace Stevens, whose “The PlanÂet on The Table” and “A RabÂbit as King of the Ghosts,” he reads above at New York’s Poets House, an instiÂtuÂtion he has wholeÂheartÂedÂly supÂportÂed.
WalÂlace Stevens is a famousÂly difÂfiÂcult poet, but he is also quite funÂny, in an obliqueÂly droll way, and its no wonÂder MurÂray likes his verse. Poets House direcÂtor Lee BricÂocÂcetti observes that there is “an alignÂment between comÂeÂdy and poetÂry… a preÂciÂsion in the way you hanÂdle lanÂguage.” Some of my own favorite poets—like Frank O’Hara and the “willÂfulÂly ridicuÂlous” SteÂvie Smith—are also some of the funÂniÂest writÂers I’ve ever encounÂtered in any form. Murray’s own poetÂic efforts, were we ever to hear them, may not meaÂsure up to the work of his favorites, but he is undoubtÂedÂly “a masÂter of linÂguisÂtic conÂtrol and pacÂing.”
We also know that he can turn in fineÂly nuanced draÂmatÂic perÂforÂmances when he wants to, and his masÂtery of the spoÂken word conÂtributes just as much to moodÂiÂer poets like EmiÂly DickÂinÂson, whom he reads above in a surÂprise perÂforÂmance for conÂstrucÂtion workÂers at work on the new Poets House home in 2009. You might agree, howÂevÂer, that he realÂly shines with comÂic fare, like BilÂly Collins “AnothÂer ReaÂson I Don’t Keep a Gun in the House” and Lorine Niedecker’s majorÂly conÂdensed “Poet’s Work.”
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TwenÂty some years before a young engiÂneer named Ray TomÂlinÂson inventÂed email, writer Kurt VonÂnegut inventÂed bee-mail in “The Drone King,” a stoÂry that didn’t see the light of day until his friend and felÂlow author Dan WakeÂfield unearthed it while going through old papers for a new VonÂnegut colÂlecÂtion.
The colÂlecÂtion’s co-ediÂtor, VonÂnegut scholÂar Jerome Klinkowitz, estiÂmates that it was writÂten in the earÂly 50s, likeÂly before the pubÂliÂcaÂtion of his first novÂel, PlayÂer Piano, in 1952.
SevÂerÂal of his favorite themes crop up, too: the enthuÂsiÂasm of the misÂguidÂed entreÂpreÂneur, the batÂtle of the sexÂes, and techÂnolÂoÂgy takÂen to absurd extremes (i.e. bees delivÂerÂing scraps of mesÂsages in soda straws tied to their thoÂraxÂes).
If we’re not misÂtakÂen IndiÂanapoÂlis, Vonnegut’s boyÂhood home, now host to his MemoÂrÂiÂal Library, puts in an unbilled appearÂance, as well. The story’s MilÂlenÂniÂum Club bears an uncanÂny resemÂblance to that city’s AthÂletÂic Club, now defunct.
The self-pityÂing male hapÂlessÂness VonÂnegut spoofs so ably feels just as skewÂer-able in the post-WeinÂstein era, though the dodÂderÂing black waiter’s dialect is rather queasy-makÂing, espeÂcialÂly in the mouth of the white narÂraÂtor readÂing the stoÂry, above.
You can buy “The Drone King” as part of Kurt VonÂnegut ComÂplete StoÂries colÂlecÂtion or read it free onlinehere. The Atlantic was also good enough to creÂate an audio verÂsion. It’s excerptÂed up top. And it appears in its entireÂty right above.
“The most merÂciÂful thing in the world, I think, is the inabilÂiÂty of the human mind to corÂreÂlate all its conÂtents. We live on a placid island of ignoÂrance in the midst of black seas of infinÂiÂty, and it was not meant that we should voyÂage far.” So writes the narÂraÂtor of “The Call of CthulÂhu,” the best-known stoÂry by Howard Phillips LoveÂcraft, who, before he burnt out and died young, spent his whole litÂerÂary career lookÂing into that infinÂiÂty and reportÂing on the psyÂchoÂlogÂiÂcal effects of what he sensed lurkÂing there. What betÂter writer to read on HalÂloween night, when — amid all the parÂtyÂing and the canÂdy — we all perÂmit ourÂselves a glimpse into the abyss?
Indeed, what betÂter writer to hear on HalÂloween night? Once it gets dark, conÂsidÂer firÂing up this fourÂteen-hour SpoÂtiÂfy playlist of H.P. LoveÂcraft audioÂbooks, feaÂturÂing readÂings of not just “The Call of CthulÂhu” but The ShadÂow over InnsÂmouth, “The DunÂwich HorÂror,” “The Thing on the Doorstep,” and othÂer stoÂries besides. (If you don’t have SpoÂtiÂfy’s free softÂware, you can downÂload it here.)
Though LoveÂcraft has a much wider readÂerÂship now than he ever accrued in his lifeÂtime, some of your guests might still nevÂer have heard his work and thus strugÂgle to pin it down: is it horÂror? Is it susÂpense? Is it the macabre, the sort of thing perÂfectÂed by LoveÂcraft’s preÂdeÂcesÂsor in frightÂenÂing AmerÂiÂcan letÂters Edgar Allan Poe?
The word they need is “weird,” not in the modÂern sense of “someÂwhat unusuÂal,” but in the earÂly 20th-cenÂtuÂry sense — the sense of Weird Tales, the pulp magÂaÂzine that pubÂlished LoveÂcraft — of a heady blend of the superÂnatÂurÂal, the mythÂiÂcal, the sciÂenÂtifÂic, and the munÂdane. Joyce CarÂol Oates once wrote that LoveÂcraft’s stoÂries, selÂdom senÂsaÂtionÂal, “develÂop by way of increÂmenÂtal detail, beginÂning with quite plauÂsiÂble sitÂuÂaÂtions — an expeÂdiÂtion to AntarcÂtiÂca, a trip to an ancient seaÂside town, an invesÂtiÂgaÂtion of an abanÂdoned eighÂteenth-cenÂtuÂry house in ProvÂiÂdence, Rhode Island, that still stood in Lovecraft’s time. One is drawn into LoveÂcraft by the very air of plauÂsiÂbilÂiÂty and charÂacÂterÂisÂtic underÂstateÂment of the prose, the quesÂtion being When will weirdÂness strike?” An ideÂal quesÂtion to ask while floatÂing along the black sea of HalÂloween night.
Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities and culÂture. His projects include the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
MetafilÂter sets the stage for the cute, newÂly mintÂed video above:
At 1:00pm on May 17th, 2017, Neil deGrasse Tyson tweetÂed that he occaÂsionÂalÂly longed for someÂone to read Good Night Moon to him as he falls asleep. Six minÂutes latÂer, LeVar BurÂton tweetÂed “I got you… Let’s do this!” And do it they did.
Some backÂground: LeVar BurÂton hostÂed the chilÂdren’s TV show ReadÂing RainÂbow for two decades, readÂing to chilÂdren and encourÂagÂing them to read. His new podÂcast, LeVar BurÂton Reads, is like ReadÂing RainÂbow for adults. Neil deGrasse Tyson is a famous dancer yt /astrophysicist.
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It’s worth takÂing note of this: In a newÂly-released audioÂbook, Lin-Manuel MiranÂda (the creÂator and star of HamilÂton) narÂrates Junot Diaz’s Pulitzer Prize-winÂning novÂel, The Brief WonÂdrous Life of Oscar Wao. Above and below, lisÂten to excerpts of an unabridged readÂing that lasts nearÂly 10 hours. And also note that MiranÂda is joined at points by Tony Award-winÂning actress, Karen OliÂvo.
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