Set in California in the 2050s, Cory Doctorow's latest novel, The Lost Cause - referencing the white supremacist Civil War myth - is narrated by nineteen-year-old Brooks, who is committed to social justice and angry at his grandfather's Maga friends, who, in his words, 'were the people who'd spent half a century telling us that we didn't need to do anything about climate change, and the next half century telling us it was too late to do anything about it'. When a new wave of internal refugees reach Brooks's town, the Magas mobilise, securing an injunction against the building of emergency housing, which scuppers Brooks's plans to provide the refugees with somewhere safe to live. Although Brooks has grown up being told that his is 'the first generation that doesn't need to fear the future', due to transformative policies like the Green New Deal and the Jobs Guarantee Programme, he feels like this progress is being undone - and he needs to act.
Like Doctorow's earlier and superior novel, For the Win, a lot of The Lost Cause is about the practicalities of activism: how to organise, and which strategies will actually work. It's enormously refreshing to read a vision of the future that is neither utopian or dystopian, although maybe this is a new trend: Naomi Alderman's The Future, also out this month, takes a similar tack. And although it's pitched as about generational conflict, and starts with a simplistic match-up between the bad Magas and the good activists, it ends up in more interesting places, as Brooks finds himself in conflict with people that he thought were on his side. Doctorow does a good job, too, of not excusing the Magas but not presenting them as mindlessly evil: as Brooks comes to realise, 'they weren't wrong because they were cruel. They were cruel because they were wrong'. And as ever, Doctorow shines in his imagining of new technological and micro-political advances, from teens suddenly flooding live-streamed townhall meetings to prefab high-rise apartments you can put up in a matter of days.
So, good novel: shame about the protagonist. Brooks is easily the weakest part of The Lost Cause, and one of the biggest reasons I preferred For the Win, with its larger, more diverse cast. He feels like a bit of a wish-fulfilment fill-in for woke white men, although Doctorow is careful to show him getting things wrong. He has a traumatic backstory, but it barely seems to slow him down except when he evokes it for credibility points, and he is implausibly attractive to women, entering an easy #instalove relationship with an older woman whom everybody agrees is out of his league. (Brooks self-defines as pansexual, but this never comes into play.) Frankly, he's a bit annoying to spend time with, and I wished we'd been able to get out of his head. The generations also felt skew-whiff to me, which robbed the book of some cultural plausibility, despite its interesting politics and economics. In the 2050s, I'll be in my sixties, so surely part of the Maga generation (!), and yet Doctorow writes as if boomers are still around and millennials are still young; indeed, Brooks reads more as a millennial to me than anything else, and yet he's actually at least a couple generations younger. This is still absolutely worth reading just because it's so different to most other fiction out there, but I'd recommend For the Win above this one.
I received a free proof copy of this novel from the publisher for review.