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272 pages
First published February 28, 2014
"What if no one wanted to, I don't know, harvest food or tend to the ostriches or cook or wash up?" I asked.
Sakana was exasperated by my questioning.
"I'm sorry," I said to her, though I intended for my apology to extend to my companions as well. "I'm here as a journalist and the place I'm from is very, very different from Hron. I don't understand the way you live."
"If people wanted to starve, I suppose they could," Sakana said. "I tend to find that people prefer to eat. And to eat, we have to plant and harvest, we have to herd and hunt. We find joy in doing things for ourselves and our communities."
"What about less pleasant things, like washing dishes? Or, I don't know, maintaining your system of sewage? Cleaning latrines?"
"Where you're from, do you have to get paid to shower? Dress yourself? When you're done working, do you walk off and leave the tools in disarray? I don't mean to sound disrespectful," Sakana said, "but are you a country of children?"
"No," I said.
"Well, since you're a grown man, while you're a guest at Moliknari, I'll expect you to clean up your own waste and wipe your own ass."
"I meant no offence," I said.
"Then make none," she answered.
The two weeks I spent in the company of the Freer Companies taught me almost everything I've come to know and treasure about anarchism, largely by negative example. Freedom, I think, isn't enough. You need freedom and responsibility paired together. As Sorros would say, freedom is a relationship between people, not an absolute and static state for an individual.
Oh, to be sure, the men and women of Karak (and it was largely men, in about a 3-2 ratio with women) were decent people, or at least better people than I'd met in His Majesty's Army, but I never felt safe in their company. Just like the streets. I'd met some of the most amazing people I've ever known while homeless, but a gutter rat will fight over scraps. When the police and all of polite society has rejected you, the only safety you have is the safety you make, and it's dangerous to ever look weak, to ever put down your guard. It's dangerous to cry. The gutter rat life is a form of anarchy, perhaps, but it wasn't one that suited me. Karak seemed much the same.
The purpose, as I understand, of utopian fiction isn't to set out the path to freedom, or even to paint a clear picture of freedom, but instead, to offer an argument that freedom is possible. I don't hate dystopian fiction, but frankly I'm a bit bored by it. It's a bit too safe. Utopia is a bit more dangerous, a bit more threatening to the status quo. It certainly requires making yourself more vulnerable as an author because you intend for your work to be critiqued.
There's an irony here because I believe the opposite is true outside of the written word. Saying what you're for is safe. It's perfectly legal in the United States, as an example, to say that you desire to live in an anarchist society. Taking actual steps towards that - or even just directly confronting any of the ills of this society - is rarely so.
Yet, in fiction, we are surrounded by books about 'what's wrong', because they're easier to write and sell. That doesn't make dystopia a bad genre - it's an important part of the larger literary world. We just have an awful lot more of it.
"When it started, I think the idea was that the whole concept of having a name, of needing to name your country, really only mattered in the context of comparing ourselves with other societies. And what are ghosts? Ghosts are invisible and you can’t hurt them, but they haunt you by the memory of their presence. The refugees really liked that angle, the idea of being an invisible country that still affects those around it."