This book is invigorating and annoying in equal measure, which is a shame, as it's one of the most thought provoking looks at our future that I've read.The central thrust of the argument is that future cities will grow up around airports in the same way that they did around rivers, canals, railways and roads. This has a lot of social implications for the way we will lead our lives - or at least the way some of us will lead our lives. And this is where the annoyance begins. The poor? Forget them. If they can't afford to fly they are not worthy of consideration, except that maybe we can employ them to sell us burgers at the airport. The environment? Don't worry about that, we'll soon have invented airplanes that fly on water. Or something.
Although social implications are mentioned a lot, they aren't really examined deeply. For example, when half of Asia starts boarding 'planes to fly West, what is likely to happen? What are they coming for? Just business? Just sightseeing? The author dismisses the current eighty thousand rural protests a year in China in half a sentence. The attitude seems to be, "Just give them an airport and they'll be happy as they can go shopping in New York." But if there 's one thing humans want more than stuff, it's freedom, freedom to watch unlimited porn, or worship Jedi Knights, or blast their brains with cheap booze, or gorge themselves sick on junk food. The world envies America not for its affluence, but for the ability to dream that one day you could have it ALL and that nothing is stopping you. What's the point of jumping on that brand spanking new China Airlines Airbus A380 from New York home to Guangzhou to get arrested at customs for having a copy of Asian Babes in your suitcase, and never seeing your family again for twenty years?
It seems to me that this book was written by engineers for engineers. People are units, pretty much. But here is where the other annoyance came in. People are units, except when they are heroes, changing the way we live with their visionary dreams. The author has an irritating habit of highlighting sole individuals to underpin his argument, along the lines of, "Have you used an iPhone today, an iPad, read a Kindle, cooked with a microwave, watched your flat screen TV through a satellite box while waiting for a call through your Bluetooth headset? If so, then you can thank Fred Buckwad for all of this". One guy gets the following accolade: "Picture Steve Jobs advising Obama: that's Victor Fung". If ever there was an argument NOT to meet someone, surely that is it? It's the same annoying and sloppy habit that says Henry Ford invented the car, that the Wright Brothers invented flying or that Tim Berners Lee invented the internet. Okay, you can usually live with such generalisations, but the sheer number of them in this book began to seriously bug me. The cult of the individual - maybe if airlines treated you more like an individual yourself, you'd be prone to take more flights. And this, for me, was one of the major weaknesses in the book - we don't all want to fly twice a week, we really don't. It's such a rotten experience, unless you can go business, that I find myself actively avoiding long haul these days. I mean, what am I going to find in America, Australia, Tokyo, wherever? Increasingly the same food, the same shops, the same BBC World on TV, the same hotel chains, mix of people and so on. You might as well stay at home really. Wouldn't this be the ultimate irony? That airports change the world so much that they make it increasingly the same and trigger their own obsolescence? Maybe there's a book in that?