This collection of essays regarding nature, society, and civilization, is split into 5 sections, each containing a number of essays which are to be in some way or another strung together via similar ideas. I won't hit every section, and I apologize for the lack of organization, I've been very busy and already have a backlog of reviews to finish, and figured I'd rather spend my free time on those books rather than this one which a) I didn't like all too much, and b) is not one concentrated work, but rather a loose connection of essays from various people who likely have a plethora of complaints against each other.
Section I: Outside Civilization
This section I found to be none too enlightening. There was an interesting selection of writings, spanning from essays to poetry, but the ideas promoted here aren't so very novel. The best thing that can be said here is that it was surprising and somewhat harrowing the things that were being said in these essays over 50, if not 100+, years ago, which today seem like such obvious observations. In particular, I refer to the weakness and pacification of the modern man, the feminization of the savage, if you will, as comfort and convenience has surrounded him. It's somewhat amazing to think that Jean-Jaque Rousseau could say, in comparing wild vs domestic animals to man: In becoming sociable and a slave he becomes weak, fearful, servile; and his soft and effeminate way of life completes the enervation of both his strength and his courage. This is a sentiment that may be commonly expressed these days, particularly among right-wing male commentators, but to here this in 1754 with seemingly no heeding of said warning is quite surprising.
One essay in the third section uses the Holocaust as an argument against civilization. Essentially, the argument is that only in the confines of "civilization" could something like this occur. He argues that it wasn't a failure of civilization as is commonly argued, but in fact could only be brought into place because of it. "The Nazi mass murder of the European Jewry was not only the technological achievement of an industrial society, but also the organizational achievement of a bureaucratic society". I see the point he's making here, but I don't totally agree. Obviously something on this scale could only exist under this context, but the "organizational success" goes both ways. In a sense, it's the "accepted risk" one takes to live "civilized".
I have mixed feelings on the organization and arrangement of the various selections included in this book. For one thing, I do think it eases in decently well to the whole anti-civilization thing. It doesn't start heavy handed, but rather begins with a romanticized account of pre-civilization and then gradually builds into the nature of civilization and its flaws. I think it works well because essays like the previously mentioned Holocaust one may come off as off-putting were it to be toward the front of the selection, but work rather well as you work your way in. That being said, there are plenty of duds that don't seem to fit the picture so well. Right after the insightful Holocaust essay is this edgy, teenaged attempt at a poetic blend wrapped in prose on "Civilization is Like a Jetliner"
Section IV: The Pathology of Civilization
At first glance, this and the previous section seemed to be the same, though the author explains this immediately. He points out very specifically that, unlike the first three sections, this one can't be totally severed from the one right before it. Instead, he outlines that the difference beteween section III and IV is in emphasis. In particular, Section III emphasized civilization as it is in concept, and Section IV (supposedly) refers more to the logical conclusion of, or the future potential developments of, civilization. There are
Section V
Section V is when this book really loses me. It turns from more of a naturalist perspective to a whiny liberal one. Furthermore, the outlook is very bleak and nihilistic, making most of the selections prior seem worthless. The editor kicks off the section saying essentially that the focal point from the selections in this section is that the writers essentially think the whole prospect his hopeless and that there's nothing we can do. That we're just stuck in a world of our own reckoning, with no escape. How dismal and disappointing. A seemingly precise and dissecting approach building all to the master solution of "it doesn't matter anyways, we're all doomed :("
Also, this section brings out more clearly that part of this is hidden not in a love for the world, but for a nasty hatred for something else. There are vain platitudes against some vague patriarchy, and several anti-Church and anti-religion jabs spread throughout the final section. It makes the whole thing feel disengenious, as if it was really a hidden political frustration, rather than a consequential and worldly one.
It also becomes increasingly clear to me that the construction of this book, and the continuity of the selections really isn't all that great. For one thing, it's just not a unified effort. When I read through these nonsensical bleeding heart rants in the later sections, it becomes hard to fathom that TJK was somehow also selected, and I would assume possibly to his dismay. This is to say, if we're to believe the ideas here are all a shared sentiment trying to culminate in one ultimate message from the editor, then we would be quickly disappointed to find how many of these selections seem totally incompatible with others. You may argue this is just a presentation of diversity of thought on the topic, but I disagree. Really it just makes it difficult for this book to truly grasp any one reader, and aside from some platitudes of "le society bad, monke good", it hardly makes any one clear statement. This is all confounded by the foreward to section V, which abandons these formerly impassioned messages by essentially brushing it all off as "it's over. There is nothing we can do". Funnily enough, this is exactly what TJK made fun of in his Anti-Tech Revolution book which I just read.
Overall, there is value to be gleaned from this collection where you choose to find it, but it's somewhat sloppy, and builds into an underwhelming climax to say the least. That, and all of the insane self-victimizing essays (which ironically is a behavior I would subscribe to the rise and perversion of society), land this book firmly in the C- Tier.