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The Sheep Look Up by John Brunner, book review

Background

This book dates from 1972 and my copy is the paperback published in 1974 (left). It is just short of 500 pages and has 12 substantive chapters, each one focusing on one month in the not-too-distant future (from 1972 – now probably the past). The first two or three chapters are difficult to get into. There are a lot of characters, too many really, and each chapter flits between characters, places and events. Notes may be needed to keep abreast of characters and their fates.

The setting is the USA and some of the main action takes place in Denver (Colorado). It is worth considering what might have influenced Brunner (originally from Cheltenham, UK). The Vietnam War, for example, where both deadly defoliants were use and there was a draft. Both of these feature in this book. Moreover, on the defoliants issue, Rachel Carson’s book, Silent Spring, from 1962 clearly was within Brunner’s purview. Brunner does miss a trick on considering future communication technologies. There is no internet, for example. And no mobile phones. There is, however, problematic technology. A microwave oven cooks a baby in its mother’s womb arising from poor manufacturing and safety (unlikely, but in 1972 microwaves were not widespread).

Corporatism

The main import into the USA is oxygen. The key technology is owned by a conglomerate called Bamberley Trust and its core product is Nutripon. Nutripon was exported to “Africa” (a town called Noshri) to avert a famine. Instead of liberating inhabitants from famine it caused madness and mass killings arising from a mysterious contamination by a hallucinogen, Ergot, with a similar molecular structure to LSD. It had also been sent to Honduras. In later chapters, Ergot contaminates Denver’s water supply and violence ensues.

Bamberley Trust is headed up by the Bamberley family whose final patriarch, Roland, won’t even negotiate with the captors of his youngest son, Hector, for fear of profit loss despite being a proto-not-for-profit. It is technological determinism: “I don’t see why we shouldn’t improve on nature” Bamberley proclaims (p33). Nutripon is a hydroponically-grown, high protein cassava and is handled by Globe Relief, the world’s largest aid agency. Under the cover of Bamberley Oil, the company also makes napalm which is dumped on US citizens for no discernible reason. However, Bamberley Trust is a company that holds the population ransom. Very soon, Nutripon will be needed by American citizens as food shortages start to bite (p227). Incidentally, the president is a captured figure, familiarly known as Prexy. When the going gets tough, he declares martial law.

We learn also that insurance is a problem when the world moves from stability to insecurity/uncertainty (just as we are moving from the stable Holocene to the unstable Anthropocene). A major player in the insurance industry, Angel City Interstate Mutual, whose key character is Philip Mason, is sold after a series of environmental disasters, an enteritis epidemic as well as an avalanche caused by a sonic boom, overstretch its resources. Or maybe an earthquake. Mason failed to re-insure the Apennine Lodge (p79) and other buildings in Towerhill, exposing the company to $50m in costs – quite a sum at that time. Mason gets away with being fired for his incompetence. But this is America, fail in one thing and start again is the norm. He is approached by Alan Prosser, a water, sewerage and plumbing man looking for another business partner after the former had gone to Puritan, a food retailer selling pure foods (or at least uncontaminated ones, it is difficult to tell). Puritan is a Syndicate operation (p177). Mason may have been incompetent in reinsurance, but he was always a good salesman, a skill that Prosser does not have. If one can sell insurance, water filters should be a cinch. There is one supplier, in particular, Mitsuyama, a Japanese company. Everyone wants a franchise. But the filters fail and the franchisees struggle.

John Brunner

Typhus, measles, polio, gonorrhoea and enteritis are endemic not because of a reluctance to vaccinate as in the current scenario, but rather because antibiotics no longer work due to their exploitation, particularly in agriculture. People suffer lice, too. There is plenty of scratching going on. Phillip Mason visits the VD clinic for treatment for gonorrhoea only to discover that traces of antibiotic from his meat diet have rendered his strain resistant (p122). Vegetarians eating organic foods fare better. Care is needed not to cut oneself shaving; they can fester. The city rains are acidic. Notwithstanding gonorrhoea, everyone is sick which leads to labour shortages and limited public services.

Internationally, other continents do no better. The Mediterranean is close to collapse. As is the Baltic. There is bottom trawling to catch the deepest sea creatures that might still be fit to eat (p177) – though the trawlers bring up barrels of toxic chemicals as well, just add a few more to the death toll (p180).

There is also an imminent food crisis. A pest known as a jigra is blighting key crops such as potatoes. They too are resistant to known pesticides. It is not clear whether their resistance is evolutionary or the product of some genetic manipulation. Worms are bought in for soil conditioning. One supplier is Plant Fertility. Suspicion is rife about the jigras’ origins. In any case, it is difficult enough growing things when the sun does not shine.

The resistance

Fred Smith is the alias of Austin Train, the notional leader of an environmental movement – the Trainites – fighting the corporate poisoning of the USA. Their calling card is a scull-and-crossbones. He is the author of Handbook for 3000 AD. Some Trainites live in communes known as Wats. They also enjoy khat, a recreational drug that also acts as a natural bacteriacide (p152). It also has constipation as a side-effect. Good for dealing with the symptoms of enteritis, though (p198). Train goes to ground playing dead in LA living as a garbage collector (pp96/7), though 200 other people take on his name, not least Ossie, the brains behind the kidnap of Bamberley’s son and various bombings, one of which actually kills the real Train in a courtroom where he is being tried for the kidnapping! And the motive for the kidnap? In this world, clean water is the most highly desired and valuable of resources. Certain companies hold a near monopoly over water dispensing machines and filters. Bamberley is one of them and the kidnappers want him to install 20 thousand water machines with filters (presumably in places accessible to all). Bamberley is also rumoured to be behind a bombing of the Denver wat (p343)

Another flank of resistance comes from the Tupas, described as US black militants (p228). It seems ok to poison black Africans, less to black Americans.

The lessons to take

I am writing this the day after the current US Prexy, with his zealous head of the now-misnamed Environmental Protection Agency, Lee Zeldin (right), rolled back the Endangerment Finding that enabled the US Congress to legislate to tackle climate change. The Endangerment Finding is based on the scientific determination that carbon dioxide and greenhouse gases are a danger to human health. It dates from 2009.

In Brunner’s USA there is no Endangerment Finding, but there has been little regulation at all when it comes to air and water pollution. There are EVs and “steam” cars; on the latter we are not quite sure how they work, but they do represent alternatives to petrol/gas powered vehicles.

Brunner warns us against the abuse of antibiotics, particularly in factory farming. Bacteria become resistant because of the pervasiveness of antibiotics in common, largely meat-based, foods. Humans’ ability to fight common disease, including sexually-transmitted ones (good to see that infidelity remains a feature of the future). There is no discussion in the book about vaccines and so-called “antivax” sentiment. But the inability to fight common, particularly childhood diseases, should worry us all (at the time of writing, London is now suffering an outbreak of measles due to low vaccination rates). There is actually a point in the book, where it becomes clear that there is perhaps a children problem. It is not about a shortage of them necessarily, but the child mortality rate is increasing. This will become an issue going into whatever future remains.

Brunner’s modern-day billionaires, represented in the book by the male members of the Bamberley family, appear to be philanthropists, but behind their charitable ventures (Nutripon Hydroponics) is the real money makers, oil and war (napalm). Protecting those interests is paramount. There is also “the Syndicate”, characterised as a mafia-type operation that owns Puritan, the organic – or at least uncontaminated – food retailer. Increasingly we learn that what it says on the label is not what is inside, despite paying a premium for the product. There are also some death squads. Men turning up with guns and killing key characters in cold blood. There does not seem to be too much law and order, or maybe just law, in this USA. The billionaires themselves, however, are not protected. The bad air affects all, it is just that they live in airconditioned gated communities. The majority, as Hector found out during his captivity, live in squalor.

The book has three instances of carnage: Noshri, Honduras and Denver. All three have the same source. The contaminant is a thing called “Ergot”. It is a nerve gas that drives people crazy. It is enough to get a boy to murder his sister. Ergot is stored in an abandoned silver mine, but the drums have become rotten and leak. The leakage seeped into the nearby watercourses used for Nutripon production, hence the contamination. The effects are then exported with the product. The Denver riot is caused by the contamination of the drinking water supply. We can extrapolate from this our own predicament. Our water courses are contaminated with PFAs, so-called forever chemicals (they do not degrade when released to the natural environment). UK water courses are also contaminated with both human and animal waste. The human and animal waste both contain antibiotics. The routine use of antibiotics on farm animals and humans undermines the effectiveness of these wonder drugs when we need them.

Food security is another thread throughout the book. Nutripon itself is a famine-busting product specifically designed to feed people facing starvation, or at least malnutrition. In the end it will provide nutrition for millions of Americans as the jigras spread and humanity’s ability to feed itself declines. Fanciful it may seem, but it is not so. Any reader wanting to investigate further can read the work of Tim Lang (left), and in particular his book, Feeding Britain (2020). Lang has long warned of a food crisis, but policymakers do not seem to listen or care. They will, of course, when hunger sets in. But it will be too late by then. A new report from a consortium of academics including those from York and Anglia Ruskin universities have run scenarios on food security. They confirm that social unrest is a very real possibility arising from climate change, war, cyber attacks and supply chain disruption.

The Sheep Look Up does not end on a happy note. The one man thought to be able to challenge the corporate and political powers is dead, murdered by a man who takes his name. The Prexy goes on and presumably also the Bamerberley Trust albeit without the patriarch and his son. Train, before his death, was about to proclaim a solution to the planetary challenges. But before he was able to, the cameraman focused on Train for the live TV transmission was ordered to stop by Prexy. It is rather like Douglas Adams in the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where a young woman had the answer to humanity’s problems but before she could announce it, the planet was “unexpectedly” demolished to make way for a hyperspace bypass. By the Vogons.

It is difficult not to see Brunner’s book as a prescient warning to humanity, way back. A crazy American president in hoc to powerful corporate interests making money out of suffering and planetary collapse. It is in this sense breath-taking. There are few characters worthy of admiration. Peg Mankiewicz, the investigative journalist, perhaps (though she too dies from the courtroom bomb). Maybe policeman Pete Goddard, the rescuer of the children from the Towerhill avalanche, achieves credit. He seriously injures himself in the rescue. Maybe that is the point, everyone is complicit by virtue of consumption and a failure to act collectively in the interests of a future potential for life on the planet. Maybe the Nutripon madness is what comes to all when society breaks down and food becomes scarce as seen in The Road.

I leave this review with an extract from Prexy’s speech (pp409-411):

…Friends and fellow Americans, no president of the United States has ever had a more melancholy task that I have at this moment. It is my sad duty to inform you that our country is in a state of war. A war that is none of our choosing. And, moreover, not a war with bombs and tanks and missiles, not a war that is fought by soldiers gallant on the field of battle, sailors daring the hostile sea, airmen streaking valiant through the skies – but a war that must be fought by you, the people of the United States.

We’ve been attacked with the most cowardly, the most monstrous, the most evil weapons ever devised by wicked men.We are the victims of a combined chemical and biological attack. You are all aware that our crops have failed disastrously last summer. We, them members of my cabinet and I delayed the release of the truth behind that story in the vain hope that we may contain the threat of the jigras. We can no longer do so. It is known that they were deliberately introduced into this country. They are the same pest which ruined the entire agriculture of Central America and led to the sad and unwished for conflict in Honduras.

That by itself we could endure. We are resilient, brave, long suffering people, we Americans. What is necessary, we will do. But alas there are some among us that bear the name ‘American’ and are traitors, determined to overthrow the legitimate government, freely elected, to make the work of the police impossible, to denigrate and decry the country we love. Some of them adhere to alien creeds, the communism of Marx and Mao; some detestably adhere to a creed equally alien yet spawned within our own borders – that of the Trainites, whose leader, thank God, is safely in jail awaiting his just punishment for kidnapping an innocent boy and imprisoning him and infecting him with foul diseases that endangered his life.

We are fighting an enemy already in our midst. He must be recognised by his words as well as his deeds. Ome of the great cities of our nation today writhes in agony because of the water supply, the precious diamond stream that nourishes our lives, has been poisoned. You may say: how can we resist an enemy whose weapon is the very faucet at the sink, the very water-cooler we go to for relief in the factory or the office? And I will say this! It is you, the people of our great land, who must provide the answer!

It is not going to be easy. It is going to be very hard. Our enemies have succeeded in reducing our stocks of food to the point where we must share and share alike. Following my speech, you will be informed of the emergency arrangements we are putting in hand for equal and fair distribution of the food we have. You will be informed, too, of the plans we have for silencing known traitors and subversives. But the remainder is up to you. You know who the enemy is – you met him at work, you heard him talking treason at a party, you heard about his attendance at the commie-front meeting, you saw the anti-American books in his library, you refused to laugh at his so-called jokes that dragged the name of the United States in the mud, you shut your ears to his anti-American propaganda, you told your kids to keep away from his kids who are being taught to follow in his traitor’s footsteps, you saw him at a Trainite demonstration, you know how he lied and slandered the loyal Americans who have built our country up until it is the richest and most powerful nation in history.

My friends, you elected me to lead you into the third century of our country’s existence. I know you can be trusted to do what is right. You know who the enemy is. Go get him before he gets you!

John Brunner picture: original source unknown, taken from https://www.goodreads.com/photo/author/23113.John_Brunner

Lee Zeldin picture: By Unknown author – https://www.epa.gov/aboutepa/epa-administrator, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=159082104

Tim Lang picture: By The British Library – Food Futures: The Choices Facing Us Now at 2:51 and 4:21, cropped, brightened, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=125626647

Book Review: Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

This is my first Margaret Atwood (left) experience. I was gripped. And I was taken somewhere not unfamiliar: a dystopian view of the future. Now bearing in mind this book predates Covid-19, it is quite chilling. Bearing in mind this predates Trump and tech billionaires, doubly so. One has to give her credit for what follows. Once again, please note, I am a novice literary critic and my review here has spoilers. This book is also the first part of a trilogy (the subsequent books are not reviewed).

The story is told through the experiences of two men, Crake and Jimmy. Only Jimmy exists before and after the thing that happens to humanity. Jimmy grows up in a family where his parents work for a corporation, HealthWyzer, that, essentially, makes organic life forms. For example, Happicuppa is coffee plants where the beans all ripen together so can be harvested by machines. However, foremost amongst the animal lifeforms are pigoons – pigs that grow organs for human transplant that can be harvested whilst the animals are still alive. Essentially reusable pigs. But there are many other hybrid-type creatures made by corporations: rakunks (make good pets), wolvogs (great guard creatures), spoatgiders (goat-spider – good for bullet-proof vests), rockulets (absorb water high humidity/let it out in low humidity), snats (snake-rats) and crakers (named after their creator) – humanoids that drop dead at 30, bear no malice, enjoy enhanced immune systems…monetisable.

Jimmy and Crake are friends. In their youth, they experience together some of the worst facets of the digital world they inhabit, including violent and gruesome pornography and executions (hedsoff.com). They also play games such as Blood and Roses (pp89-92), a trading game in which players trade atrocities (blood) for human achievements (roses). This game is part of a wider gaming eco-system of Extinctathon monitored by Maddaddam. And it was from this game that Crake got his name which stuck (his real name was Glenn) from an extinct Australian bird. Jimmy’s codename was Thickney from an Australian double-jointed bird that inhabited cemeteries.

Oryx from the title is rescued from child sex slavery and becomes an intimate companion of both characters. Crake, we discover, is the evil genius heading up RejoovenEsense, the ultimate in unregulated mega corporation designing the future. For example, in this world, there is:

“No more prostitution, no more sexual abuse of children, no haggling over the price, no pimps, no sex slaves. No more rape. The five of them will roister for hours, three of the men standing guard and doing the singing and shouting while the fourth one copulates, turn and turn about. Crake has equipped these women with ultra-strong vulvas – extra skin layers, extra muscles – so they sustain these marathons. It no longer matters who the father of the inevitable child will be, since there is no more property to inherit, no father-son loyalty required for war.” (pp194-5)

Jimmy and Crake have very different university experiences. Crake goes to the elite Watson-Crick Institute: “Once a student there and your future was assured. It was like going to Harvard had been, before it got drowned.” (emphasis added, p203). By contrast, Jimmy went to the down-at-heel Martha Graham Academy: “The Academy had been set up by a clutch of now-dead rich liberal bleeding hearts from Old New York as an Arts-and-Humanities college at some time in the last third of the 20th Century, with special emphasis on Performing Arts – acting, singing, dancing and so forth. To that had been added film-making in the 1980s and Video Arts after that.” (p219).

Where Crake after graduation gets access to mega corporations, Jimmy settles for working in advertising for a company called AnooYoo before being invited by Crake to join him to promote their big product, BlyssPluss: The aim was to produce a single pill that, at one and the same time would:

  • protect the user against all known sexually transmitted diseases, fatal, inconvenient, or merely unsightly;
  • provide unlimited supply of libido and sexual prowess, coupled with generalized sense of energy and well-being thus reducing the frustration and blocked testosterone that led to jealously and violence, and eliminating feelings of low self-worth;
  • prolong youth.

What is not on the label is that prolonged use renders one infertile.

In parallel to this we learn of life after the event in which Jimmy, known now as Snowman, lives in the forest and oversees the security of the Crakers that Crake had entrusted to him with in the post-corporate world. This we discover is only possible because of Crake’s scientific intervention that protects him where others perish. Snowman’s life revolves around trying to find food for himself left behind in old settlements – the corporation compounds – amongst the bodies. But venturing further into the forest and towards these places is dangerous. the Pigoons are now feral and themselves hungry. Finishing off what is left of humanity for the sake of a meal would not bother them.

This book is only marginally about climate change. We know it is hot. And we know that perhaps the East Coast USA flooded due to rising sea levels. We know that corporations and their technologies determine the future. And these corporations are in the hands of people for whom profit and power are central to their thinking. They and the corporations they lead are not founded on an overtly ethical platform. Business is simply business. That said, in true Bond villain style, there is more to it. The power to create life forms is balanced by the power to destroy lifeforms, too. Human, in particular.

Critique

On the face of it this is a straightforward dystopia novel. The world is controlled by corporations seeking to refine humanity to secure profit – through idealized/designer babies, disease control/vaccines/organs, human reproduction, etc. There is no real government or regulation. Something catastrophic happens by accident or design. There is no way back. In this case there is a relative peace because there are few other survivors. In many other dystopian novels, civilization breaks down leading to savagery in pursuit of resources.

The parallel stories work well. Atwood does not expect us to understand fully what is going on until quite late – probably at the point at which the two stories converge. The dystopia is plausible now, in 2026, though perhaps not so much in 2003 when it was first published. Though it is not the first dystopia novel. On that basis, it is not very revealing. Maybe it has not aged very well, or maybe it lacks something to say in a way in which 1985’s The Handmaid’s Tale perhaps does.

The friendship between Crake and Jimmy is explored at length. I have to say whilst Crake and Jimmy explore pornography in their bedrooms I, with my childhood friend, marvelled at coloured vinyl records and Matchbox die cast models (two things that we both collected). I will give Atwood credit here; she understands boys and men as well as any male author understands women and girls. I felt the bond between them. It leads neatly to the conclusion. Crake needed someone whom he could trust to protect his legacy in the event of catastrophe (which seems about 90 per cent certain it was planned rather than accidental).

More interestingly is the subtle surveillance state. There is resistance to the corporations with sporadic violence and internment. If I read it correctly, the Maddaddam movement is the focus of the resistance. Both of the main characters are being monitored and controlled arising from their family involvement in the corporations. Jimmy, for example, is often questioned by the pervasive CorpSeCorps armed security forces. They remind him to stay compliant, not least when they show him a video of the execution of his mother, convicted of treason, having rebelled against the corporation and paid the ultimate price (p302). Though in the video her words were clear: “Goodbye. Remember Killer [Jimmy’s pet rakunk]. I love you. Don’t let me down.” (p303).

Once again, then, Atwood is on top of the surveillance state. Something that is now normalized in China and now increasingly in the USA as the corporations take control of our data. The question for me is a simple one, did I need to read 430 pages of Margaret Atwood prose to reveal what is for me self-evident? The answer is, I think, “it depends”. For too long I have avoided fiction and I had forgotten how important it is for creating alternative worlds (the Sci-Fi genre) or at least taking us into the worlds of others who may have had very different life chances and experiences. More critical though is building narrative around relationships – this novel is particularly good in this respect. A number of years ago I was in a book group and we read quite a bit of women’s literature. Actually, that is the wrong term. It is literature that prioritizes the issues relating to women, primarily family and friends. As a younger man, I was quite dismissive of that literature and rebelled, when it was my turn to select a book by foisting on to others work by Will Self, for example. It is good to see here that Atwood can do men. There is only one female character in the book for a reason; namely, the cause of the event that sees off much of humanity is men. And my goodness, we can see that in the contemporary world where three old men in particular seem to engineering dystopia.

Picture: Margaret Atwood Photo by Piaras Ó Mídheach/Collision via Sportsfile