Brad Plumer has a long, detailed and chilling review of a new Mike Davis book “Planet of Slums.”
I’m not a fan of the breathless quality with which Davis has described, on more than a few occasions, the meltdown of Los Angeles.
However, I am far more predisposed to take his current project seriously, a sobering look at how capitalism around the world is failing to incorporate a growing number of people. That’s a fact today and one that has dire implications for tomorrow if nothing changes.
According to Plumer’s summary:
There are 250,000 slums around the world today, and by 2030 or 2040 there will be around two billion slum-dwellers living on this earth, people who live in areas with few, if any, utilities—in Nairobi the poor rely on “flying toilets” (crapping in a plastic bag)—people who are barely subsisting in the “informal” economy, breeding disease and dying at an alarming rate, plagued by crime, and often forced into quasi-feudal dependencies by local officials.
From what little I’ve read, this extrapolation doesn’t even take into consideration the impact of environmental degradation although I would be surprised if it weren’t a central thread in Davis’ book given his penchant, in the past, for tying together earthquakes and corruption — not unlike many Biblical writers of yore.
Plumer points out that according to Davis, “in the absence of a Left (if there even is one anymore) in Third World urban areas, the slum class will eventually turn in increasing numbers to populist Islam and Pentecostalism.”
Davis may be the smartest and best known liberal writer in the apocalypsis genre, though none of his books have sold as well as the right wing’s “Left Behind” series. It’s a genre that is as old as most founding myths — many cosmologies combine both world destruction and creation — and as relevant today for good reason: by taking apart our world, we can better understand just how it is put together.
(In a sense, all philosophy takes place within a kind of ecstatic awe — terrifying or pleasant — in which the present moment is set aside and foundational principles can be turned upside down and closely inspected.)
I hope “Planet of Slums” inspires more than a few talks, papers, articles and, most importantly: a blockbuster movie and tv series. But, if it does, let’s not forget that apocalyptical writing is not born of moralistic condemnation but rather (and rather unexpectedly), like Jared Diamond’s books, of sober self-awareness.
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Personal postscript
As some of my friends know, I’ve spent the last two years working out a story about illegal immigration set in the future. A central character in the story is a corporation called IBS which not only manages the world’s borders it also serves as a temp agency, bank and social networking tool for a few billion of the world’s population.
This fictional transnational entity not only profits from the friction of so many transactions per day, it also exploits telepresence, allowing billions of commuters to travel around the world in the blink of an eye in order to satisfy the demands of an incredibly dynamic and transparent marketplace.
All this telecommuting takes place via a process not unlike lucid dreaming and so it was quite a pleasant surprise to find that the post on Brad Plumer’s weblog following his synopsis of the Mike Davis book cited above is a short review of an intriguing book on dreaming: “The Mind at Night: The New Science of How and Why We Dream.”
I think I might want to hurry and finish that story before it is written by the blogosphere.