Theo Lawrence: When Dystopia Becomes Reality: Mystic City and Hurricane Sandy There is no denying it: Hurricane Sandy is one of the biggest disasters that we as Americans have ever had to face. This past week, I've watched as friends, family, and fellow residents of the Tri-State area lost their lights, their homes, and even their lives. It has been a tragedy for everyone involved. From my apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side (where I luckily did not lose power), I anxiously watched news coverage that showed streets, cars, and homes underwater--all lost to the surges of Sandy. Mystic City takes place in an alternate version of Manhattan, where magic is real and--thanks to global warming having gone unchecked--the streets are flooded. Many people have asked how I came up with this vision of a future Manhattan. One of the great things about teen literature is that the genre provides young readers with opportunities to see themselves on the pages. Where do dystopian and fantasy novels fit in?
Dystopian Lit : Intro materials Susan Kim: Future Anxiety and Young Adult Fiction I was doing some research (i.e. "avoiding work/killing time online") when I found an interesting piece on Quora, now a content partner with Slate. It posits the hypothetical question, "what would happen if oxygen were to disappear for five seconds?" The respondent, a self-described science junkie named Andrew Cote, describes a series of truly eye-popping events that would occur. Citing principles of basic geology, chemistry, and air pressure, he predicts that among various other unpleasantries, everyone's inner ear would explode, the oceans would evaporate, and the earth itself would collapse into a drifting mass of cosmic crud. For those of us who have written speculative fiction, hypothesizing about the future is what we do, with the added challenge of turning it into a dramatic narrative. Yet anyone can dabble in futuristic scenarios and not just those who know beans about science. Let me confess right now that neither my writing partner nor I are scientists.
The Future Sucks – A Visitor’s Guide to Dystopia photo © 2010 James Vaughan | more info (via: Wylio) We are in the midst of a dystopia revolution, and it is changing the landscape of YA literature. Suddenly sci-fi — the ancestral purview of nerds and geeks everywhere — is cool again, or at least mainstream. Even the writers of “serious†magazines like The New Yorker are writing about young adult dystopia books! What gives? Keeping in mind that these days there is an ever-present danger that you will open a seemingly innocent book and be whisked away into a dangerous and unpleasant future, we present to you, for your own safety, a visitor’s guide to the various types of dystopia. Dystopia Type 1 = ShinyHappyLand At first glance, the world around you seems like a nice enough place. The Type 1 Dystopia expresses deep skepticism about “bread-and-circuses†style capitalism that manipulates citizens by giving them everything they think they want, while stifling their ability to think for themselves. What to Do: Agree with everything.
THE MACHINE STOPS ... E.M. Forster Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee. It is lighted neither by window nor by lamp, yet it is filled with a soft radiance. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air is fresh. There are no musical instruments, and yet, at the moment that my meditation opens, this room is throbbing with melodious sounds. An armchair is in the centre, by its side a reading-desk-that is all the furniture. An electric bell rang. The woman touched a switch and the music was silent. "I suppose I must see who it is", she thought, and set her chair in motion. "Who is it?" But when she listened into the receiver, her white face wrinkled into smiles, and she said: "Very well. She touched the isolation knob, so that no one else could speak to her. "Be quick!" But it was fully fifteen seconds before the round plate that she held in her hands began to glow. "Kuno, how slow you are." He smiled gravely. "I really believe you enjoy dawdling." "What is it, dearest boy? "Well?"