Rip van Hynkel
When “Honest“ John Barlow, a real estate agent – that’s why he carries that “honest” in his name, it having no place in his character –, wakes up from a dentist’s anesthetization, several centuries have passed because the dentist made a botch of his job, and now John finds himself in a world that has sadly changed: The world’s population now consists of 5 billion morons with an IQ averaging 45 and 3 million people of sound intelligence who run things behind the wings in order to prevent the world from dropping into chaos. These members of the intelligentsia are truly worried because they are working their fingers to the bone, all their efforts going unacknowledged, because they would risk their lives if the “morons” found out they were so much more intelligent than they, whereas the rest of the population leads a life in leisure and luxury, multiplying merrily and thereby making the Poprob, i.e. the population problem, even worse – but for all their intelligence, they cannot come up with a solution to stop that unwholesome development. Here is where John sniffs his chance to cash in because unlike the future intelligentsia, he is driven by “vicious self-interest” and he knows a lot about the ancient past. He therefore offers to deal with the “superfluous” part of the population, and all he wants is to be made the world’s dictator in exchange for his help.
I had never read anything by C.M. Kornbluth before but since the title of the story, The Marching Morons (1951) intrigued me and since I found it quite interesting that Kornbluth never brushed his teeth in his life and taught himself to drink black coffee, which he abhorred, because he felt that a dyed-in-the-wool writer should drink black coffee, I decided to give it a try, and I can say that hardly ever have I read such a cynical story in my life. Not only does the author seem to suggest that one major problem of his time lies in the wrong kind of people breeding large families whereas the more intelligent part of the population often refrains from having children and that intelligence is something that solely depends on genes – although one can never be sure that what the characters in a story are saying is also the author’s genuine opinion – but he also has “Honest” John Barlow concoct a plan that applies strategies used by the Nazis in their plan to exterminate the Jews.
There were passages whose cynicism really appalled me but the story also shows quite convincingly how mass media cunningly initiate discourses that might serve and support government policies, which made me think of modern times even though the basic assumption, namely that intelligence is due to all nature and hardly any nurture, can be safely regarded as obsolete. Nevertheless, I have the impression that our society is characterized by a process of dumbing down – of course, that may also be Dunning-Kruger – and that this is due to various factors like the changes brought about in human interaction by social media, the effects of new media, such as the diminution of attention thresholds, and growing feelings of entitlement going hand in hand with declining frustration levels. I know, for instance, that modern computer games are designed to provide users with early feelings of achievement so that they continue playing and become exposed to the commercials integrated in these games. Our society is heading towards stultification and callousness, I’d say, but this is nothing that could be set right by eugenics – even if you were ready to employ such totalitarian means –; instead, people ought to be made aware of the value of time for themselves and each other and of the value that lies in applying your time and your untiring effort in order to develop certain skills, like playing a musical instrument or learning a language instead of relying on translating machines or acquiring living knowledge that enables you to hone your sense of judgment.
All in all, I found this short story gruesomely fascinating and well-written, and immediately uploaded some more of Kornbluth’s stories and novels on my e-reader. Something must be wrong with me.