some awesome links about post-apocalyptic fiction

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This is why racism remains a "thing" in my novel, which is post-apocalyptic (and I don't even have the apocalypse coming from across borders - it's just part of social organization in Junction Rally, as it has been for all its years of existence).  The Yellow Plague: Asians and Asian Americans in Post-Apocalyptic and Zombie Fictions by Bao Phi:

But like many brands of American horror and action genres, popular post-apocalyptic and zombie fictions tend to veer towards straight American male fantasy - many of the fictions and films in the genre operate under the assumption that, if all hell breaks loose, all issues of race, class, and gender are (supposedly) irrelevant compared to basic human survival - and consciously or otherwise, most leaders that emerge in these imagined post-racial scenarios are straight, white alpha males. In the Western pop imagination, there seems to be a desire to wipe the difficult questions of co-existence off the table - and what better way to do that, then to imagine a situation where five to ten random (and mostly white) strangers must fight off mindless brain-hungry hoards while trying to divide the bullets, bacon, and fresh water into equal shares? Where the musings and philosophies of fancy pants artists and social commentators like myself are next to useless?

Let's say that North Korea or China suddenly launched an attack on present-day America, like in the video game Homefront or the upcoming remake of Red Dawn. The popular, traditional white male western narrative would then position a white hero leading a resistance of people against the invaders, and our race wouldn't matter - because we're all Americans right?

No. History has taught us is if that shit went down, and Asians in Asia attacked America, the first people who would be fucked would be Asian Americans. We'd be imprisoned without due process, called traitors, tortured and murdered in the street. And yet none of this is ever explored in post-apocalyptic scenarios where Asians bring about doom. I guarantee you, if a science-project-gone-wrong in North Korea causes zombie apocalypse tomorrow, you can bet it's the Asian Americans who won't be getting their share of beans at the survivalist pot luck.

I think this argument - on the emotional/psychological desire for an apocalypse to "wash away" people and structures you don't like - is perfectly applicable to post-apocalyptic fiction that isn't British and isn't even all that "cozy" (i.e., involves cannibals and zombies and killer flus).  Some of the comments imply it better fits the American model anyway.  Related: "AEnema" by Tool: "Some say we'll see Armageddon soon/ I certainly hope we will/ Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay." Who reads cosy catastrophes? by Jo Walton:

I argued that the cosy catastrophe was overwhelmingly written by middle-class British people who had lived through the upheavals and new settlement during and after World War II, and who found the radical idea that the working classes were people hard to deal with, and wished they would all just go away.

In the classic cosy catastrophe, the catastrophe doesn’t take long and isn’t lingered over, the people who survive are always middle class, and have rarely lost anyone significant to them. The working classes are wiped out in a way that removes guilt.

And from the comments (man, this is so why Zombieland did not work for me):

On a bad day, it could even be secretly, guiltily desirable: all those people who fit so well in the modern world, but didn't know how to deal with *real* change, would be swept away. And the people who knew how to prepare would be vindicated. The reader is implicitly in the category of people who can deal with change, of course, by virtue of having read the book.

The desire to be freed of social constraints and to get fat off humanity's detritus crosses the economic divide.  

Pop Agitprop from Cheap Truth #13, published in the 1980s, a series of scathing reviews by sci-fi authors, of sci-fi authors - I think this gets to the heart of the problem with a lot of post-apocalyptic fiction very well (and is related to that terrible Dodge Ram commercial as well, re: the sheer amount of self-stroking misanthropy that goes into crafting a post-apocalypse):

The gem of this collection is Vernor Vinge's "The Ungoverned," a sequel to his commercially successful novel THE PEACE WAR. In this ideologically correct effort, radical Libertarians defend their realm from an authoritarian army. Thanks to their innate cultural superiority and a series of fraudulent plot Maguffins, they send the baddies packing with a minimum of personal suffering and a maximum of enemy dead.

First, and very characteristically, it is post-apocalyptic, conveniently destroying modern society so that a lunatic-fringe ideology can be installed as if by magic. Vinge avoids extrapolating their effects on society, because society is in shambles.

John Dalmas contributes a decent male-adventure Western. Unfortunately this story pretends to be SF. It is set on yet another colonial planet lapsed into barbarism, a fictional convention that allows SF writers to espouse reactionary social values without a blush of shame.

Dean Ing's recent novel for Tor, WILD COUNTRY, takes a similar tack. This book, the last in a post-apocalypse trilogy, is a meandering series of shoot-'em-ups. Its hero is an assassin. The villain is a gay heroin-smuggler, as if an America devestated by nukes did not have enough problems. Ing's hasty depiction of future society is grossly inconsistent; ravaged and desperate when the plot requires desperadoes, yet rigidly organized when Ing suddenly remembers the existence of computers.

The book is a Western, set in a West Texas conveniently returned to the robust frontier values of Judge Roy Bean. Men hold their land, with lasers if possible, while women raise corn and keep the home fires burning.

The book is speckled with maps, diagrams, and lectures on the Second Amendment, which, one learns, "absolutely and positively, guarantees citizens their right to keep and bear arms."  Like his fellows, Ing treasures this amendment, the last remnant of the American policy that he is willing to respect. There isn't much mention of, say, voting, or separation of powers. Power resides in the barrel of a gun, preferably the largest and shiniest possible.

No We Can't by Hunter (this one is political, but I think it ties in nicely with the apocalyptic, and post-apocalyptic, vision, and the desire for this vision to actually happen - thanks to realthog for linking it):

Past-America could provide at least some modest layer of security to prevent its citizens from descending into destitution in old age; we in this day cannot. Past-America could pursue scientific discoveries as a matter of national pride, even land mankind on an entirely other world; we cannot. Past-America was a haven of invention and technology that shook the world and changed the course of history countless times: whatever attributes made it such a place we cannot quite determine now, much less replicate. Public art is decadent. Public education is an infringement. Public works are for other times, never now.

America of the past could build highways and railroads and a robust electrical grid. We cannot even keep them running. Of course we cannot keep them running: that was past-America. That past America had a magic that we modern Americans cannot match. Perhaps it was beholden to Satan, or to socialism, or merely to some grandiose vision of a better future, one with flying cars or diseases that could actually be cured, with proper application of effort. Whatever the case, past-America was wrong and stupid, and we know better.

We are told all the things America cannot do. We have yet to be told any vision of what we might still be able to do, or what hopes we should still retain, or why our children will be better off than we were, or why we ourselves will be better off than we were a scant few decades ago. Perhaps the very climate of the world will have changed, and the sky will be hotter, or the storms will be bigger, but none of those are things we can do anything about. Perhaps there will be nuclear disasters, or oil spills, or epidemics, or perhaps a city here or a city there will be leveled by some unforeseen catastrophe; we can be assured of it, in fact, but none of those things are things we can expect to respond to better next time than this time. Those are not, we are told, the tasks of a nation.

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Your first set of remarks, about getting rid of the inconvenient, difficult, OTHER people and valorizing the norm (whether it's upperclass British folks or straight white American men) combined with your second set of remarks, is why I dislike most zombie fiction. It tends to be survivalist; it tends to be about only-the-fit-survive, for values of "fit" that get rid of social undesirables. It makes it a **good** thing to only care about you 'n' yours, as opposed to random strangers. Man, I hate it so bad, actually.

I do recall one post-apocalyptic story from my childhood that was set in England, in which the heroine met up with a bunch of survivors who were Sikhs. At the time, I didn't even know what a Sikh was, but I gradually realized, over the course of reading the book, that this was a group of people from India, but who had settled in England (I was young at the time! Forgive me!) --Anyway, that book, whatever it was called, was interesting for precisely bucking the trend you identify here: there **were** diverse survivors of the apocalypse, and there was still racism, and part of the plot of the story had to do with overcoming that, as I recall. (But the story wasn't super-brilliant enough for me to recall how it ended... it may have trailed off)

The third link, I want to read. Part of the problem nowadays is that a huge section of the population believes that government and the notion of doing things together for the common good is a bad thing. And yes, it ties into the every-man-for-himself-ism of postapocalyptic literature: people who oppose government and working for a common social good believe they will be better off if they just go grab themselves a little something for themselves, and screw everyone else. They'll educate their own kids, grow their own food, engage in their own trade, provide their own defense, etc. What they don't think about is the way in which their current ability to even pretend to do those things is based on the infrastructure and amenities provided for them by the very governmental structures and society they deride.

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Man, your comment summed up/tied together my links better than I did! Thanks! :P

It leads to the conclusion that post-apocalypse aficionados are not only totally uninterested in social science, but society in general. And of course I write in this genre a fair amount, but I feel like I care a little more about what would happen to society because I do have that soc. sci. background. But I have to really watch for the whole "stupid dead humans don't matter" thing, even though my survivors just produce a new stupid human society. When you're dealing with the post-apocalypse it can be tricky to maintain a balance between "paying respects" to the pre-apocalypse world and moving the plot forward.

And I think it's a control thing too - not wanting to cede that control to government, and feeling a lack of control over one's life and family (and community?) - so after the apocalypse, you take back that control over yourself and your surroundings, violently if necessary.

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Now all the things I hated about The Walking Dead all come back to me. Thanks for the links, I am devouring.

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Enjoy!

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Guess what, I found your childhood story. It's Devil's Children (http://www.amazon.com/DEVILS-CHILDREN-Changes-Trilogy-No/dp/0440200822/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1303183957&sr=8-1) by Peter Dickinson. Was looking on list of recommended post-apocalyptic novels on Abe Books and it was mentioned.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

You are a genius! Now that you mention the name Peter Dickinson, I remember reading a bunch by him. I'm going to have to reread it to find out why I don't remember how it ended.