There's a Kurt Vonnegut short (very short) story called "Harrison Bergeron." In "HB," the United States Handicapper General, under the auspices of the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, has stamped out individual talents and characteristics for the sake of total unimpeded equality. The population is fed mindless entertainment, all their memories periodically wiped clean. It isn't torture, not exactly, nor is it intolerable. It's just mediocre. Imposed, entrenched mediocrity.
And it is quite terrifying.
Now I don't mean to suggest that our current moment is anything like this Vonnegutian nightmare. We aren't physically burdened by actual weights meant to "level the field", nor do buzzing alarms trigger mass distraction and short-term amnesia. Intelligence and beauty are not outlawed. We still have our wits and our various beacons -- in politics, culture, athletics, the arts, and so on. And yes (or no), we are not suffocated by comprehensive, dystopian egalitarianism.
But things do seem awfully... mediocre! We seem to be waiting, on pause, not necessarily with bated breath so much as with Ambien and an US Weekly. It's as though we've been treading water beneath mostly gray skies for a seriously long time, without a "Look, land in sight!" We're weary, we're wary, and rather than swim for shore we float. Our so-called entertainments are what stand in for our current events (quotes left out for obviousness). Our political anger is sooner directed toward straw men than funneled into substantive policy debate and prescription. And while we don't loll about hamstrung by the Handicapper, US citizens do tend to diminish or ignore our most natural advantages. Our enormous opportunities -- many of them unique to America -- for renewable alternative energy. Our once-prodigious diplomatic capital. Our heavy industry. Our edge in scientific and technological innovation.
So good news: We aren't dying, exactly, nor are we living a post-American world (as last week's Newsweek whined). It's just that we aren't really scraping the sky these days. We've become -- not in every way, but in too many ways -- damn average. In our actions and in our expectations, we toe the safe, paunchy middle.
Kennedy promised the moon by a decade's end -- it happened. WWII's Greatest Generation was asked to tighten belts and roll up their sleeves -- they did. And while these admittedly cherry-picked examples might have been nothing more than a function of their unique times, is it easy to imagine us reflexively rising to the moment in ours? Look at where we stand: on a precipice, we're always told of danger and devastation. But even with terrorism, climate change, an always-simmering war, genocide abroad, a credit crunch affecting us everywhere, and countless other messes the newest century has brought .. what precisely defines US (not Us)? Have we struck out with renewed vigor? Have we succumbed to fear? Well, neither. We're mediocre. We've embraced American mediocrity.
Like our heroes, the lobotomized couple in "Harrison Bergeron," we sense something isn't right. We know we ought to be breaking inertia. And this unease isn't just a tickle in the recesses of our minds because, lo and behold, it's front and center. But what will do the trick and wake us from the stupor (stop checking your email while reading this!)? Another catastrophe? Web 7.0? One of those Change candidates? Or will it not be so dramatic, this eventual extrication from the muck of mucks? Might it be more like the car you rock back and forth until suddenly what had been an inconspicuous gathering of momentum launches it back onto the road with a heart-starting roar?
We better hope so. Things aren't really bad. Plateau coasting is better than a downward spiral any day. But the Internet-savvy 1990s were notable pretty much ONLY for jejune prosperity. And these unnamed 2000s are notable mostly for a comfortable unease.
To think the decade that starts in 2011 is at all like its immediate predecessor, which I don't think will the case, would be the saddest sign ever. Means we'd be looking at a pattern of room temperature mediocrity. With that I say look forward -- and only forward.
Speaking of 2011, take a look please: 2011: Trendspotting, from McGraw-Hill (Laermer.com).
Posted May 22, 2008 | 01:03 PM (EST)