MICHAEL MOORE IS MY COUNTRY

This blog is based on the idea that Michael Moore stands for popular art, love of people and political courage. It is meant to elaborate on what is unique and precious about him and to defend him against slander and libel.

April 28, 2006

BROTHER DUMBO

Mark Everett, moody leader of The Eels and patron saint of the misfits and the fragile, is best known for a bunch of songs, among which "Beautiful freak".

The lyrics of this song are the ones which I have to go with when I try to capture (as I do time and time again) the essence of what I love so much about my friend the Moore disliker, who doesn't speak of Michael Moore anymore. What it is in him that dives into my heart through storms, rifts and differences, and makes me do my "significant other schtick", as he said on an occasion when he tried and failed to be cynical (as he does time and time again).

But as I was proceeding to copy/paste them and just post them without comment, I perceived that they fitted Michael Moore too. And most of my friends. And a lot of my heroes. And myself.

All those that society calls freaks, turns into freaks and who still manage to handle it beautifully, without being particularly proud of that, just because they are artists, irremediable artists, unable to exist without being different and yet unable to survive without doing it in style somehow.

You’re such a beautiful freak
I wish there were more just like you
You’re not like all of the others

And that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
That is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only with them
Just ’cause you are not like the others

But that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Yeah that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

And though my right-wing friend is jealous of the elephants that he despises, though he can make friends with them and cleverly entertain or aggravate them, cause them to like or dislike him, laugh with him or at him according to his whims, needs or moods, he too belongs to the air, the clouds and the sky.

My friend the Moore husher has big, ridiculously big ears. He hears everything in such a ludicrous fashion that the only thing he can think of doing with what he hears is laugh at it in a dry, sarcastic way, with a lot of insanity and very few words. But everything he says is important.

My right-winged friend can do everything he wants with an audience, except make it understand the secrets he knows and the truths that are vital to him.

My friend knows that flying on the ground is wrong. He knows the story of the ugly duckling. But he’s in need of a feather. The dumb asses called him Dumbo and he saw “Dumb and Dumber”. My friend can’t help turn water into wine, but he doesn’t drink it.

And yet he always ends up dancing his fears away with infinite grace.

Too good for this world
But I hope you will stay
And I’ll be here to see that you don’t fade away

You’re such a beautiful freak
I bet you are flying inside
Dart down and then go for cover

Clogged with shields and chained to an unpleasant despair. But he has the grace.

And know that I
I love you
Beautiful freak,
You know that I
I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

April 25, 2006

WE SHOULD LEARN FROM FRANCE

Excerpt from a letter received from a new volunteer and supporter with the World Can't Wait - Drive Out The Bush Regime:

"You know you should be on the streets, and yet you are not"

I travel a lot in France these days, and for a long time I was irritated by the anti-Americanism when it was blindly directed toward me. After all, I thought, French people read the paper enough to know that least 50% of our population opposes Bush, the war, and so on. Then, at one point, over a beer at a highway gas station bar, an older French man said to me the following (and it's all the more compelling after the news of the repeal of the youth labor law):"We're not upset with you because we think you support Bush," he told me. "In fact, we know that most of the Americans that come to France, in particular, don't support him.

The point is, if this were happening in France, the vast majority of our students would be out in the streets protesting. Because we believe in political protest, and you don't. That's why you're such a dangerous country in the hands of Bush -- public opinion doesn't matter in your country, because you don't have the power of protest as a check against your President. Every time we see a picture of your city streets with the protesters missing, we blame America not for its idiots that support Bush. Every country has its idiots. Rather, the fact that Bush is still in office is the fault of you--" (he pointed his finger at me) "--you who know that you should be on the streets, and yet you are not."


http://worldcantwait.net/index.php?...=1367&Itemid=61

I have been following the CPE issue in France last month.

The French government, within the context of its stubborn and corporate-driven attempt to dismantle the rightly envied social rights of its people, has tried to push through a new youth job contract that would allow employers to fire or layoff workers under 26 years old who have been with the company less than two years, without any other justification than their interests, oops, sorry, I meant the common good.

Unsuccessfully.

:-)

The French KICK ASS. They buried the European Constitution, and now they killed that thing. THEY can make themselves heard. Hey, it's been two months. TWO MONTHS OF STRUGGLE AND STRIKES !

The American media did their best to discredit the protests. Talks of riots, of terrible unemployment rates, of nasty unions, any lie, anything - to make you think that one is SO MUCH BETTER OFF WITHOUT PRIDE AND FREEDOM.

The funny part is that I didn't believe them either when they said that the protesters were blockading the classes and blocking bus depots and I was asked whether I commended that too. Well, it was true !

Let's chill, anyway. This was not the Apocalypse. This was determination. First, blocking is a language. It's an elementary way of saying no. If you just nicely carry a "NO TO THE CPE" sign and nicely step aside for everything to go on just like nothing special is happening, nobody will read your sign, and nobody will understand that its meaning is basically that something special is happening, precisely. That's a first meaning. A second meaning is that stopping a bus is enacting the stopping of the law you want to oust. It's not violence. It's a symbol.

In a country of free men where strikes still mean something, solidarity must prevail over individual freedom during the action, if the action is to succeed. Strikebreakers invariably break unity, castrate the action, have a bad influence on te undecided, give a bad image, are exploited that the media and often hurt not only the cause but the activists involved by resulting in their shunning.

Therefore :

1 - Action works. Mass protests work. With this culture, values and means, the students have WON. WON, understand ? WON, as in "BUSH WON".

2 - There is no relation between blockading classes and blocking depots and burning cars. NO RELATION,, understand ? NO RELATION, as in "NO RELATION BETWEEN POLITICAL DETERMINATION AND RANDOM VIOLENCE", and as in "NO RELATION BETWEEN POLITICAL PROTESTS AND RANDOM DESPAIR".

What was the question again ? If I commend blockading classes ? Well, I would, 100 %, if it only could happen here.

April 24, 2006

A Working-Class Superhero Is Something to Be - "V".... FOR MICHAEL MOORE

Michael Moore has been advertising for “V for Vendetta” on the front page of his site since it’s been released. After seeing the movie, I can easily understand why. Mike wields dynamite, so does V. Directed at the White House or at the Old Bailey – the symbol of the democracy which failed us. “V for Vendetta” conveys the same message as “Fahrenheit 9/11”, but under the form of a superhero rather than one of a story.

V is essentially a mask, like Mike is essentially a blue collar gear. As he says himself, there’s a face under this mask, but it wouldn’t be him. This mask, Guy Fawkes’s, is the face of the anger of the people : neither good nor bad, half-freedom fighter, half-terrorist. V for Vox Populi.

V is essentially a product, too. He was spawned by totalitarianism like Mike’s character – blowhard, biased, critical, scathing, inquisitive – was begotten by the American media’s “fair and balanced”, lethal sleep. Neither right nor wrong, but necessary.

Less obviously, but essentially still, V is a cultured man and a borderline artist. I could picture the dreamy smile on Mike’s face, and the sigh in his soul, as V delivered his cue : “The artist lies to tell the truth, the politician lies to hide it”.

And finally V is a miracle, like Mike. He happens in spite of, or perhaps because of, the dark forces whose sole purpose is to make sure that someone like him never happens – like the cry in the throat as it is strangled. And as he happens motionless crowds set out to march, like the hooded kids in Eminem’s “Mosh” clip, like the dominoes under V’s “flick” (pun intended…).

Of course it’s only a movie, and Mike is only a filmmaker. But the film tells that, too : V must die so as a crowd of masked Vs can emerge and reveal the thousand faces of their humanity, just like Mike’s character has to be assassinated so that people could feel the murder of America.

Of course, what everybody will ask first is whether V is “good” or “bad”, even though it’s a stupid question : V is less a hero than an ongoing mechanism and a warning against his very existence. Pointless issue, but a mandatory one, since the modern brainwashing partly consists in turning politics into morals, and the oppressed into delinquents. Pointless issue, but real problem too, since V is nonetheless not universal unless you want to fall into moral relativism and moral equivalence, and settle for the facile, unsatisfactory and unpleasant philosophy that a freedom fighter is just your enemy’s terrorist, and vice versa.

And then there are all the peripheral questions, even trickier to handle and even to phrase : those revolving around the possibility of liberation through its opposite, the relations between vengeance and justice, the necessity or the contingence of the people’s sympathy for this kind of devil.

As these questions are carefully avoided in the real world, and impossible to really ask anyway because people have forgotten the art of debating (okay they have been helped). Thanks to them, and like “Fahrenheit 9/11”, “V for Vendetta” is not a manichaean movie. Rather, a clear cut movie. A movie with a question, a stake, a plot, a model, and lots of debates. I don't go for the Wachowskis' fast-paced, baroque, dense and still conventional style, but their new opus raises exactly the issues I want to see raised. It's a syllabus for a course on the questions that President Bush doesn't wish to see raised.

With the increasing dispossession of the teaching power in the places where it normally belongs (I'm referring to the ongoing McCarthyist persecution in the academia, but also to the fashionable confusion between authority and the authority argument and the supremacy of entertainment over thought and of industry over knowledge which make it possible), the spiritual needs or if you prefer the demand for sense has moved from classroom to pictures, in an accessible but also "democratized" fashion. "Fahrenheit 9/11" was such a movie and Mike commends and recommends this evolution. He has always claimed the need for intelligent socially significant entertainment, and he likes to see himself as the heir of Capra and Chaplin. And that's what he is, indeed.

But Mike is a genius, and the others are not. There's no cure for that. "Fahrenheit 9/11" is informative and educational, like Capra, angry and funny, like Chaplin, AND a syllabus, like "The Matrix" or "V". And more. It's a world movie. It's total. It has ideas, facts, story, myths, style, unity, diversity, simplicity, complexity, answers, questions, everything. Entertainment AND thought. That's what they all find so unforgivable about it (and him), deep down. The genius. The genuine popular genius. A prole with genius. Nothing more devastating, disturbing and dangerous.

"V" is no such thing. It's unfulfilling because it's just a restless bar where customers meet, socialize and say anything about anything not trying to get anywhere while feeling philosophical or political. Still, better than nothing, and it can polarize the energies on the relevant issues. A good question is half a good answer.

So, what’s “V for Vendetta”’s good question, if we dismiss the good guy/bad guy red herring ?

Well, in our “V for Michael Moore” perspective… It’s all about personal responsibility, of course. Heh. What else ?

V may be a consequence and a product, but this doesn’t mean that he has no personal responsibility. Rather that his personal responsibility is alienated, pre-determined and doomed. He’s still a subject, but no longer a man. He’s a mask. A personal vengeance sublimated into an impersonal lust for justice.

The relation between justice and vengeance is neither simple nor clear. Israel has used both. Justice against Eichmann, when the situation allowed it, but vengeance against Black September, when they felt that the international community would let them down and that they needed to show that they could manage on their own anyway, and that you don’t fùck with the Jews.

I believe in justice
I believe in vengeance
I believe in getting the bastard

I like this verse from a song by New Model Army and I find it both truthful and psychologically satisfying. The song is called "Vengeance", not "Justice", like the movie is called “V for Vendetta”, not “J for Justice”. Because vengeance is primary. The need for justice is grounded in vengeance, in a personal sense of wrongdoing. With a little imagination, a lot of American citizens will recognize themselves in V’s path.

As a democrat, justice is what you want first, and to get it you first try legality and dialogue. Then you find that “there is no justice”. It happens silently and flatly, on a blunt and daily basis, and it's hardly personal, without glory, and not a bit as romantic as in Alexandre Dumas's novels. You find that Bush is laughing at Richard Clarke, at Patrick Fitzgerald, at the DSM, - at you -, that Bushco is only playing cats and mice with the activists who want to get him impeached, that it only exhausts them like hounds on the trail of a dummy, only stages stunts to keep them occupied and discredit them and make them look ridiculous, that there is no hope, that there never was any hope, because they have everything and you have nothing, because they have no intention to play fair whatsoever, and no intention to stop until they've crushed you to death, cut you down to nothing, some way. You are then left with despair or vengeance.

When there’s no justice, if there’s no vengeance, there’s nothing at all and the hero is crushed (as it happens in “1984”, in Terry Gilliam's “Brazil”, and in reality).

When you're ripe for vengeance, it’s because you have acknowledged the death of what meant the most to you, in you - democracy and humanity in V's case, and that you won’t get any justice through what makes sense to you - democratic means. Rather than dying alone, you decide to find the sense in killing what has killed you. Which is why V could care less about the coroner being sincerely remorseful. He feels like the tool of a mechanical retributive karma, and what acts in him is both impersonal and already dead, and therefore can't be reached.

Vengeance is at the cost of democracy (V's project is to pulverize the Houses of Parliament, ie the symbol of democracy). Which is a paradox in the sense that you kill what’s already dead – but a fake one : in fact, you stage the death of democracy as you acknowledge it, AND you kill the very democracy that you want, in the same breath (since there’s no other democracy than the one the Houses of Parliament stand for). You destroy the reality of the corrupt mockery AND the symbol. And if you don’t take this step, well, you destroy none – the symbol is safe, but so is the mockery, and with lasting and devastating effects.

Vengeance is just and ethical, in my opinion, but in a "No future" perspective. To reach justice and gain redemption status, it needs the others. And here the determining element is THE ATTITUDE OF THE POPULACE. More than a terrorist or a freedom fighter, the mythical archetype that V stands for (Robin Hood, Monte Cristo, Phantom of the Opera, Michael Moore) is a gambler. An optimistic gambler, who believes that people will like, follow and imitate him. A Kantian superhero.

In the movie, the populace is supposed to follow, Evey is supposed to understand, neither is a problem, whereas of course it's not only far from being a given - but there would have been no need for V for starters if the populace was THAT enthusiastic over V. In a really advanced, sophisticated fascist government, the government ALSO makes sure that the populace is on its side – ie numb, apathetic, or deliberately siding with it and relaying its constructions. Which is the meaning of BUSH WON. So, the consensual harmony is a postulate, an ENORMOUS postulate. Easily settled in the movie. Well, if they hadn't been, it wouldn't have been a political thriller, but a film d'auteur.

A Kantian superhero who succeeds causes a revolution or is at least part of the resistance. That’s what V means when he says that governments should fear the people and not the opposite. And that’s the promise that he keeps on behalf of Michael Moore, who made it two years ago, at Cannes, at a time when the face behind the V mask was his.

V… because “someone had to do it”.

V… for Michael Moore.

April 21, 2006

WINDMILLS ?

That's how Cindy Sheehan called them in her piece “Don’t attack Iran” :

The doctrine of preemptive war is an abominable doctrine, especially when we have such a vacuum of leadership in this country that rubberstamps any maniacal thing that this president wants to do. We cannot allow our leaders to destroy the world by jousting with windmills that are no threat to our safety, or our way of life.

http://www.michaelmoore.com/mustread/index.php?id=628

The doctrine of preemptive war is an abominable doctrine, hell yes..

windmills that are no threat to our safety, or our way of life, I don't know...

Now a lot of people can helpfully prove that Bushco just wants to wage a war after another, and that it’s irresponsible and dangerous... Still haven’t found anybody to validate convincingly this “stretch” that Ms Sheehan has let out…

“Call them windmills, vipers, Hounds of Hell, whatever…” a friend suggested impatiently. As if it didn’t matter.

It does.

"Hounds of Hell" is a ridiculous name with Jihadist connotations which shows that he can't conceive that this "Axis of Terror" can be anything else than a scarecrow, one of the jacks in the box of our theocracy. His vipers are harmless too, since they sleep when you don't stomp on them. His hounds and his vipers are windmills.

Well, no : these vipers don't sleep, they unite and call to the annihilation of a country.

If you scrutinize the far left discourse on the Middle East, you're bound to be struck by the derogatory connotations for Israel ("the US attack dogs", generally - ie Hounds of Hell for atheists I suppose), and the moving leniency over the aggressive far right theocracies whose stand against the American interests makes angels. Check this cautionary piece :

http://gowans.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-iran.html

The author devotes the major part of his article to the exposure of Bushco's true motives for screwing Iran rather than ex-public enemy North Korea, or Singapore, or Iceland (scrolls, scrolls). Then he tackles the Western propaganda against Ahmadinejab and launches into the demonstration that this leader really is a good man who only wants justice for the Palestinians and not a half crazed loon at all. He shows that Mr A's wish to "wipe Israel off the map" is only a tender way to advise Europe to deport the Israelis in some place where they can be really at home, like Canada or Australia, and to him this stance is normal, reasonable and acceptable. In the same breath he has noticed, a few paragraphs earlier, that the Western powers that be will demonize the Third World leaders by falsely comparing them with Hitler.

Falsely ?

This is infuriating.

Before WWII, the overwhelming majority of the French left wing intellectuals such as Sartre advocated "peace at all costs", bearing in mind the pointless horror of WWI and the fact that it was a deception made up by the capitalists in the sole purpose of lining up their pockets, no matter what it would cost in cannon fodder. What they didn't want to see was that Hitler was NOT a nice man. The English knew better but could not prevail. In France, only a tiny fraction of the intelligentsia as embodied by Nizan saw the "imminent threat" but couldn't make itself heard.

Parallels have their limitations. I have no clue about the political and ethical worth of the French government then, I doubt it could be as bad as ours. My point is about the difficulty of IDENTIFYING little Hitlers for sure, and also about the casual ease with which the far left has kept on dismissing a few of those who turned up over the ages, as if under the spell of their anti-American potential. And the attitude of leaders like Chavez, who sucks up to Ahmadinejab for strategic reasons, only fosters the confusion.

We radicals don't like to see things that way. Like the other side, we need a good guy and a villain. And if Bush is a villain, then Mr A must be a good guy. I mean, he MUST be. The main ongoing petition says this :

The most effective way to prevent Iran from developing nuclear weapons would be to closely monitor its nuclear energy program, and to improve diplomatic relations -- two tasks made much more difficult by threatening to bomb Iranian territory. We urge you to lead the way to peace, not war, and to begin by making clear that you will not commit the highest international crime by aggressively attacking Iran.

http://www.afterdowningstreet.org/iran

This can work ONLY if Mr A is "not a demon".

But "not a demon" means nothing. No one's a demon. Hitler wasn't. "Not a demon" doesn't mean "reassuring". It doesn't mean "threatening" either, granted. But it leaves the question mark beneath the propaganda and the counter-propaganda unanswered.

My friendship with a Zionist Jew has opened my eyes to cognitive dissonance and complexity. It made me see things I didn't see before, because it was easier this way. An American far left winger doesn't want his country to be a disgrace and he sees no further unless an emotional interest is raised, shedding an uncomfortable light in dark corners he never cared about. You can't care about everything. It's your desire leading your priorities. Only your desire.

This guy has conveyed to me his passionate desire for Israel's survival. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I think it's because he expressed it honestly, powerfully and truthfully enough to touch something universal in me and open it to his particular cause. I had always thought that if I had been a Jew I would have been a Zionist anyway. But I never paused to consider the implications - why would I have ?

As a conclusion…

Unlike the saber rattlers and the orthodox radicals I * DON'T KNOW * whether we should attack Iran or not, because, to me, there's no "good guy" in that, and it's hard to tell a mofo from another and which one should be stopped before the other one.

This position, "I won't take pre-emptive war except for...", I think it's mine, but I don't agree with it. I mean, I wonder what else can be done with those loons. And I think that the peace stance is misleading. Iraq is not Iran, Iran wouldn't be Iraq. Another friend solved this dilemma in terms I find a bit theoretical (what else can they be ?), but accurate :

"I believe it is compatible with the creed of non-interference to pre-emptively strike a country which is clearly gearing up to attack another regime. I have said previously that I think that the one thing a tolerant regime cannot tolerate is intolerance, and a similar principle may apply in international politics - especially with the additional pressure of knowing that failure to act first may cost literally millions of lives."

And so I pass on the petitions, because I'm unable to say AT WHAT POINT the Axis of Terror is "clearly gearing up", and knowing Bushco as I know them, I just doubt it's now and I think we could do with giving peace a little chance. But I don't sign them because I think they do. They're gearing up to attack Israel and I can't let them do that... I can't.

April 04, 2006

THE CHAIR IS BITING MY LEG...

How did I miss that ? Robert Sheckley, the 5th Marx Brother, the yiddish Merlin, the I Ching's sophomoric counterpart, the zen master who fought madness with madness, the man who put the fiction in science fiction, the first and only Douglas Adams, has been dead for 4 months and I've known nothing about that until now... God be praised for this postponement, as opposed to the excellent friend who brutally broke me the news (she didn't know it was one to me).

They say Sheckley wrote science fiction. If he ever did, it never was anything more than a clever jump on a then fashionable bandwagon, a modern encoding for his own unique, metaphysical epic of the absurd. His short stories were no shape of things to come, but timeless, hilarious and incredibly wise fables featuring the smallness of man in his ridiculous and touching quest for sense in a big, bad, and especially indifferent world where only chaos is real. Yes, Sheckley was a profound Chinese philosopher in Jewish clothing, and a classy, razor sharp stylist spicing up everything with a cruel, grinding, and sometimes tender humor. Robert Sheckley was a writer.

Sheckley wrote so many tight, bright, tiny masterpieces that his works will look like an Ali Baba's cave of gems to the layman who'll feel like venturing into the labyrinth of his spells. I'll quote the ones which jump to my mind right now, in a stream of consciousness :

- "Options", a novel which is really a patchwork of short stories, is without a doubt his key masterpiece and the title that will always jump to my mind first thing when thinking of Sheckley, whatever the course of my stream. An astronaut, mockingly called Mishkin, runs into some trouble with the engine of his rocket and goes to the shop round the corner to get himself the thingy that he needs to fix it. It's the beginning of a quest through all kinds of alternate universes, each depicting a possible meaning of life, or a related symbol, riddle or staging. One of the highlights must be the brief, memorable dialogue between Mishkin and the four men quietly playing cards on a bridge suspended above the abyss...

- "The Leech" is the story of a tiny seed from outer space who simply feeds and grows on anything it touches - and, even more, of the powerful but not very smart general who fights it with sophisticated, delicious bombs, and of the very smart but not powerful scientist who warns him quite pointlessly not to do it.

- "A ticket to Tranai" tells the story of your favorite utopia come true. On this dream planet, you'll find everything you've ever dreamed of, freedom, fun, sex, land, everything. Of course the place is a decent enough embodiment of hell - but it's still enthusiastically depicted in apologetic mode by the unruffled narrator as he summons glimpses of Guernica for the reader.

- "All The Things You Are" is a hymn to American imperialism and the wisdom of bringing democracy to savages. In this humorous and for once optimistic tale, the Earthlings are not obnoxious and murderous, but pitiable and naive. Eager to do their best and to be good role models, they cause one disaster after another, until their lame and awkward ways finally touch the heart of the savages and even turn out into something unexpectedly good. Yes, the short story was written before the war in Iraq.

- "The Laxian Key" is a wonderfully uncluttered sketch of the logics of capitalism. Arnold and Gregor (Sheckley's Laurel and Hardy) discover a machine which can manufacture a gray powder out of nothing and forever, and they also find that this worthless substance is in fact the food of the inhabitants of a whole planet. On top of all that, the secondhand dealer is willing to sell it for zip, because the machine can only be stopped with a Laxian key, and he has lost the only existing one. Of course Arnold and Gregor could care less about that useless thing, and they buy the gray powder factory in glee and bring it to the accurate planet, hoping for riches and fame. But the natives get mad at them and give them the boot in no time, for their whole planet is already gray with the stuff, all of their houses are gray from the damn thing, they're drowning in it, and their one and only dream, the only thing they'd ever buy, but at any cost, would be... a Laxian key.

And then there are two incredible short stories, whose names unfortunately stubbornly elude me at the moment, but whose genius is up to the others' :

- A terrifying short story on the nature of reality : a man is about to go meet his girl, he's happy, it's a day like any other day, and for once in a Sheckleyan world nothing wrong happens thank you. Except that, all of a sudden and all by himself, the guy starts to think about who this girl really is, behind her good looks... and he gets sucked into the depressing, destructive obsession that's she's made of atoms, that she’s just four pails of water and a bagful of salts, and he can't stop until he gets to meet his own nothingness and unreality. Yikes. This tale was something. Maybe that's why I forgot the title !

- An impressive exemplification of Bergson's dialectics of strength through the overcome obstacle : a pioneer is sent on a planet to colonize it with some help from a robot who's supposed to be the next best thing after God. But the robot proves a consistent source of disasters and the clumsiest and stupidest device you can think of. The reader first thinks he's in a typically Sheckleyan situation. Not at all ! Little by little, the man discovers that the robot is not faulty at all, but deliberately designed to behave in the worst possible fashion : the idea is to test the possibilities of survival on the planet in the most terrible conditions.

And here takes place a personal memory that still makes me smile : this particular short story caused me to create the one and only troll I ever made up in my online life. It was an ambitious troll, meant to behave in a robot-like fashion in order to mirror and increase the flaws of a friend for him to fight them. It was short lived and lasted for two or three days before it died a deservedly obscure death without my friend even realizing that it was supposed to be a pain in his ass. I don't have the soul of a troll.

Robert Sheckley's last years were unfortunately saddened by the gloomy situation that has plagued science fiction since the 80's. Under Reagan, the publishers decided that the genre wasn't supposed to be subversive, nor literature at all for that matter, and began to encourage Hollywood bound type of mindless crap, putting an end to the golden age that the previous decades had witnessed and letting but very few new authors of any worth have their way. From then onwards, some of the most glorious names had to write conventional drivel to keep up with the times, and sadly Sheckley was one of them. Respect prevents me from telling more, even though the shame is not on him. Suffice to say that the last ten years of Robert Sheckley's life have been butchered on the altar of global capitalism, and that this crime alone is enough to damn it.

As for "I See A Man Sitting In A Chair, and the Chair is Biting His Leg", written with Harlan Ellison, it's not particularly good. But its title fits the way the news of Robert Sheckley's death made me feel.

Meet Mister S :

http://www.sheckley.com/

http://sheckley.tripod.com/