Apocalypse
VL:
Talk about the criteria we could use for classifying apocalypses. Generate a taxonomy of classificatory schemata.
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Defining the object of classification
Strictly speaking apokálypsis (ἀποκάλυψις) means ‘revealing’, and apocalyptic texts from the Second Temple period are more concerned with epistemology than with the end of the physical cosmos.1 Modern usage, however, has broadened the term to cover any scenario that radically forecloses the familiar possibilities of human life—what existential-risk researchers call global terminal or civilisation-ending events.2 Because the word now straddles theology, literature, risk analysis, and the hard sciences, no single set of categories suffices. Below is a taxonomy of classificatory schemata—meta-categories that organise the different ways scholars and practitioners slice apocalyptic possibilities.
1. Etiological (Cause-Based) Schema
Axis · Representative Classes · Notes
Natural exogenous · • Extra-solar phenomena (gamma-ray burst, nearby super-nova) • Planetary impactors (asteroid, comet) · Independent of human agency.
Natural endogenous · • Super-volcanoes • Zoonotic pandemics · Originates on Earth but outside deliberate control.
Anthropogenic technical · • Nuclear winter • Engineered pandemics • Misaligned artificial super-intelligence · Emerges from deliberate technological activity.
Anthropogenic ecological · • Run-away climate feedbacks • Mass biodiversity collapse · Indirect technological effects.
This schema dominates existential-risk studies. Bostrom’s seminal typology of ‘bangs, crunches, shrieks, whimpers’ begins by listing causal triggers under each heading.3 Ord refines the list with quantified likelihoods, estimating a ∼17 % chance of existential disaster this century.4
2. Ontological Schema
Category · Ontic Level Affected · Example
Physical-material · Biosphere, planetary systems · Chicxulub-scale impact
Informational-computational · Substrate of cognition or records · Simulation shutdown; global data erasure
Metaphysical / spiritual · Trans-cosmic moral order · Last Judgement in Revelation
The distinction is crucial in theological debates: Jewish–Christian apocalypses employ metaphysical cataclysm as narrative engine, whereas secular SF normally stays in the physical or informational registers.5
3. Temporal-Morphological Schema
Tempo · Morphology · Bostrom Category · Illustration
Sudden (< weeks) · Discrete ‘bang’ · Bang · Relativistic kinetic impact
Abrupt (< years) · Cascade · Crunch · AI ‘paper-clipper’ converts Earth matter
Protracted (decades) · Irreversible drift · Shriek · Totalitarian lock-in that freezes values
Gradual (centuries) · Entropic decline · Whimper · Stagnation leading to civilisational senescence
The ‘bang–whimper’ continuum helps risk managers match warning-time to policy instruments.3
4. Scope Schema
Radius · Description
Local-terminal · Extirpates a polity or species subset (e.g., a genocide).
Global-terminal · Ends or permanently curtails Homo sapiens (strict existential risk).
Cosmic-terminal · Destroys or damps all intelligent life in the observable universe (false-vacuum decay).
Bostrom plots scope against intensity to distinguish ‘existential’ from merely ‘global but endurable’ setbacks.2
5. Agency Schema
Agent · Typical Motive · Example
Deliberate malevolent · Ideological, extortionary · Omnicidal bioterror
Accidental / negligent · Error, complex-system failure · Laboratory-escaped synthetic pathogen
External impersonal · Blind natural processes · Solar coronal mass ejection
Authorial / transcendental · Divine or demiurgic decree · Eschatological apocalypse
Agency frames ethical and legal questions (culpability, reparations) and shapes narrative tone in literature.
6. Survivability / Terminality Schema
Outcome · Description
Extinction · No biological humans remain; irreversible.
Near-extinction · Population bottleneck yet potential for recovery (e.g., The Road).
Transformation · Humanity survives but in a form unrecognisable to current values (upload, AI hegemony).
Collapse & recovery · Loss of complexity followed by regrowth (Toynbee’s ‘challenge-and-response’).
Rees highlights the practical policy distinction: we might manage collapses but must prevent extinction.6
7. Epistemic-Confidence Schema
Risk Class · Knowledge Status · Management Strategy
Known-known · Modelled, historically attested · Engineering mitigation (asteroid deflection).
Known-unknown · Under-determined parameters · Precautionary principle, scenario planning.
Deep uncertainty · Unquantifiable distributions · Robust decision-making, option diversification.
Unknown-unknown · Concealed by paradigm limits · Institutional learning capacity, ‘black-swan’ buffering.
Policy scholars emphasise that preparedness differs radically across these epistemic regimes.
8. Teleological Schema (Predominantly Theological & Literary)
Telos · Function
Retributive · Divine justice; moral accounting (Sodom and Gomorrah).
Purificatory · Cosmic reset enabling renewed creation (Norse Ragnarök).
Revelatory · Disclosure of hidden truths; consolation of the oppressed (Daniel, Revelation).7
Absurd / random · Imposes cosmic meaninglessness (Kafkaesque apocalypses).
John J. Collins’ ‘apocalypse as coded political protest’ falls here, showing how genre shapes eschatological imagination.5
9. Narrative-Structural Schema (Media Studies)
Pre-apocalypse – Foreshadowing, escalating dread.
Event-horizon – The cataclysm itself.
Immediate aftermath – Survival narrative.
Late aftermath – Reconstruction or permanent wilderness.
This four-act structure is nearly ubiquitous in 20th-century film and graphic novels (Wyndham’s Day of the Triffids, Miller’s A Canticle for Leibowitz).
Synthesis
The schemata above are orthogonal: a given scenario such as an engineered nanobot grey-goo can be located as anthropogenic-technical (cause), physical-material (ontology), sudden bang (tempo), global-terminal (scope), accidental or malevolent (agency), extinction (survivability), known-unknown (epistemic), possibly absurd (teleological), and occupying the event-horizon in narrative terms. Mapping events across several independent taxonomies avoids conceptual slippage—crucial when philosophers, theologians and engineers must talk to one another under conditions of uncertainty.
Suggested further reading
Nick Bostrom, ‘Existential Risks: Analysing Human Extinction Scenarios’ (2002).3
Nick Bostrom, Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies (2014).
Toby Ord, The Precipice: Existential Risk and the Future of Humanity (2020).4
Sir Martin Rees, Our Final Hour (2003).6
John J. Collins, The Apocalyptic Imagination (3rd ed., 2016).5
Frank Kermode, The Sense of an Ending (1967).
James Berger, After the End: Representations of Post-Apocalypse (1999).
Semeia 14, ‘Apocalypse: The Morphology of a Genre’ (1979).
Rowan Williams, On Christian Theology, ch. 11 ‘The Last Things’ (2000).
Brian Tomasik, Reducing Future Suffering (online essays, 2019–).
Robert L. Thomas, Literary Genre and Hermeneutics of the Apocalypse
Bostrom’s fourfold taxonomy: ‘bangs, crunches, shrieks, whimpers’
VL:
Generate an article: ‘Apocalypse Culture: Seven Theses’
You recognise the reference and know what I’m asking for.
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Apocalypse Culture: Seven Theses
Thesis 1. Catastrophe as Commodity
The phrase Apocalypse Culture gained currency after Adam Parfrey’s 1987 anthology, which assembled a carnival of millenarian manifestos, survivalist lore, satanic-panic journalism and esoteric theory into an aesthetic commodity. By the early twenty-first century, what had been a fringe fascination became a standard content-vertical: streaming platforms rely on pandemics (The Last of Us), solar flares (The 100), or slow ecocide (Snowpiercer) to guarantee binge-time. Late capitalism’s logic of infinite novelty feeds upon finitude itself, converting extinction scenarios into risk-free affective thrills that can be paused, resumed and merchandised. Mark Fisher’s diagnosis of ‘capitalist realism’—the sense that ‘it is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism’—captures the structural convergence of cultural production and terminal imaginaries.
Thesis 2. Acceleration and the Collapse of Temporal Horizons
Paul Virilio argued that every new technology produces its ‘integral accident’: the railway invents derailment, nuclear fission invents meltdown.Coupled with Jean Baudrillard’s claim that catastrophe becomes the purest spectacle in a mediascape of instantaneous simulation, acceleration corrodes the modern belief in progressive time. What Walter Benjamin called ‘homogeneous, empty time’ fractures into micro-instants of crisis, while the longue durée appears foreclosed. Beck’s Risk Society similarly recasts late modernity as a regime whose foresight is devoured by the need to manage hazards of its own making—industrial pollution, radiological contamination, algorithmic instability—so that the future arrives only as threat, never as horizon of emancipation.
Thesis 3. Risk, Rationality, and the Management of the Unmanageable
Existential-risk research codifies apocalypse as a quantitative policy object. Nick Bostrom’s typology—bangs, crunches, shrieks, whimpers—and Toby Ord’s probabilistic estimates translate eschatology into Bayesian spreadsheets. Yet formal risk analysis presupposes intelligible distributions; many hazards (e.g., recursive AI mis-alignment) occupy the domain of ‘unknown-unknowns’. The managerial desire to domesticate the end underwrites a paradox: the more comprehensively we instrumentalise the future, the more we normalise its cancellation as a technical variable.
Thesis 4. The Persistence of Revelation
Despite secularisation, apocalyptic discourse retains its etymological core: apokálypsis as unveiling. Benjamin’s eighth thesis on history famously pictures the Angel of History propelled into the future while staring at accumulating wreckage; the storm driving him is ‘progress’. Contemporary collapse fiction often reprises this negative theology: the cataclysm unmasks latent power structures, from racialised state violence (Parable of the Sower) to data-colonialism (Black Mirror). Apocalypse functions less as termination than as epistemic shock, forcing what was structural into visibility.
Thesis 5. Hyperobjects and the Diffusion of Agency
Timothy Morton’s ‘hyperobjects’—vast entities such as climate change that are massively distributed in time and space—dissolve the classical model of discrete events. Roy Scranton’s injunction to ‘learn to die in the Anthropocene’ radicalises the point: apocalypse is no longer a spectacle on the horizon but the ecological medium we already inhabit. Cultural forms respond with ambient dread rather than dramatic conflagration: slow cinema, drone music, and auto-generated doomer TikToks align affect with an apocalypse that is everywhere and nowhere.
Thesis 6. Spectacle, Simulation, Neutralisation
Baudrillard argues that when the Gulf War became a televisual event it was simultaneously ‘won’ and ‘lost’ in advance. Catastrophe, rendered as endlessly replayable footage, neutralises political agency by converting the real into hyperreal simulation. The same logic governs ecological news cycles: wild-fire livestreams and glacier-collapse GIFs induce what Lauren Berlant calls ‘cruel optimism’—attachment to images that promise recognition while ensuring paralysis. Apocalypse culture thus oscillates between urgent alarm and voyeuristic detachment, a dialectic that sustains the status quo.
Thesis 7. Prefiguration, Resilience, and Radical Hope
Paradoxically, apocalypse culture also incubates counter-practices. Prepping communities, Indigenous rematriation movements, and ‘solarpunk’ design all treat collapse as prefigurative space—an opportunity to prototype mutual aid networks, degrowth economies, or de-colonial land relations before systemic failure renders them obligatory. Where mainstream media offers resignation or escapism, these subcultures re-inscribe the eschaton with the politics of everyday repair. In Benjamin’s terms, they ‘brush history against the grain’, refusing to let the storm of progress determine the coordinates of hope.
Suggested further reading
Adam Parfrey (ed.), Apocalypse Culture (Amok, 1987).
Jean Baudrillard, The Illusion of the End (1992).
Paul Virilio, The Original Accident (2007).
Ulrich Beck, Risk Society: Towards a New Modernity (1986; Eng. trans. 1992).
Nick Bostrom, ‘Existential Risks: Analysing Human Extinction Scenarios’ (2002).
Timothy Morton, Hyperobjects: Philosophy and Ecology After the End of the World (2013).
Roy Scranton, Learning to Die in the Anthropocene (2015).
Walter Benjamin, ‘Theses on the Philosophy of History’ (1940).
VL:
The reference was to Jeffrey Jerome Cohen’s Monster Theory: Reading Culture (1996)
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Apocalypse Culture: Seven Theses
Thesis I. The Apocalypse’s Scenario Is a Cultural Text
Like Cohen’s monster, the eschaton materialises collective hopes and terrors; its grammar is stitched from locally intelligible signs (plagues, fire, data-loss) that render diffuse structural anxieties narratable. The preference for zombie pandemics after the 2008 financial crash or for climate fictions in the Anthropocene illustrates how ending-world tropes surface precisely where contemporary life feels least governable.
Thesis II. The Apocalypse Always Escapes
No prediction of doomsday endures; from the Great Disappointment of 1844 to Y2K to the AI ‘foom’ deadline that moves each year, the date of termination perpetually recedes. In Nick Bostrom’s vocabulary, bangs, crunches, shrieks and whimpers are heuristic containers, but every concrete scenario mutates or is supplanted by the next risk on the spreadsheet.
Thesis III. The Apocalypse Signals Category Crisis
Apocalyptic scripts appear when inherited taxonomies wobble: human/technological (synthetic biology), nature/culture (geo-engineering), present/future (algorithmic forecasting). Ulrich Beck’s ‘world risk society’ names a reflexive modernity in which industrial rationality generates hazards that undermine its own epistemic foundations, producing hybrid events no older conceptual apparatus can stably contain.
Thesis IV. The Apocalypse Dwells at the Gates of Difference
Cohen locates monsters at the border between us and them; so too apocalyptic imaginaries externalise alterity. Viral outbreaks are traced to exoticised wet-markets; nuclear winter is projected onto rogue states; ecological collapse is blamed on ‘humanity’ in the abstract, effacing unequal contributions. The end of the world thus functions as a discourse of othering that legitimates security regimes and sacrificial politics. (Beck’s ‘cosmopolitan risk’ thesis likewise shows how planetary hazards re-draw geopolitical exclusions.)
Thesis V. The Apocalypse Polices the Borders of the Possible
Paul Virilio’s ‘integral accident’ teaches that every invention generates its immanent catastrophe; by staging the worst-case as inevitable, apocalyptic culture disciplines technological optimism and directs research funding, insurance calculations and governance structures. The permissible horizon of innovation is patrolled by the spectre of total system failure.
Thesis VI. Fear of the Apocalypse Is Really a Kind of Desire
Lauren Berlant’s theory of cruel optimism elucidates the libidinal economies that bind audiences to cataclysmic entertainment: collapse promises purification, narrative closure and an amnesty from interminable crisis-management. To fantasise the end is to imagine a release from debt, bureaucracy and social precarity—even if such release is lethal.
Thesis VII. The Apocalypse Stands at the Threshold of Becoming
Walter Benjamin’s Angel of History sees one single catastrophe piling wreckage upon wreckage; yet for Benjamin the messianic flash is also a moment of redemption. Contemporary theorists of hyperobjects—entities ‘massively distributed in time and space’ like climate change—extend this dialectic: living within the slow apocalypse forces new ontologies and politics of care. That tension between devastation and metamorphosis sustains Toby Ord’s call for ‘existential stewardship’: safeguarding futures beyond the precipice.
Suggested readings
Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, ‘Monster Culture (Seven Theses)’ in Monster Theory: Reading Culture (1996).
Ulrich Beck, Risk Society: Towards a New Modernity (1986).
Paul Virilio, The Original Accident (2007).
Nick Bostrom, ‘Existential Risks: Analysing Human Extinction Scenarios’ (2002).
Mark Fisher, Capitalist Realism (2009).
Timothy Morton, Hyperobjects: Philosophy and Ecology after the End of the World (2013).
Lauren Berlant, Cruel Optimism (2011).
Toby Ord, The Precipice: Existential Risk and the Future of Humanity (2020).
Walter Benjamin, ‘Theses on the Philosophy of History’ (1940).
VL:
Post-event. Late aftermath.
Six participants in a group therapy session respond in turn to the question ‘What does the apocalypse mean to you?’
Each response is heavily influenced by the prose style or thematic preoccupations of a different writer. (variously: Yehuda Amichai, Cormac McCarthy, Margaret Atwood, Marcus Aurelius, Elaine Pagels and Edward Gibbon). The are all, however, grounded in the moment, in their own lived (and partly shared) reality. Their responses are spoken rather than written and should have the character of speech, should sound like something a character could say in a movie without it sounding overly literary.
Note also: They have all lived through the same apocalyptic event.
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Participant 1 — echoing Yehuda Amichai
You know, when the sirens started I thought of the shofar my grandfather used to blow on New Year’s. Same sound, different promise. The blast said wake up, but what came was fire. Now, in the quiet after, the world feels like an emptied synagogue: benches scorched, but a few prayers still floating in the smoke. The apocalypse, to me, is that double moment—you reach for bread and taste ash, you remember a lullaby and hear artillery. Love is still here; it’s just wearing bandages.
Participant 2 — echoing Cormac McCarthy
It means the ledger got balanced. The sky went black, the ground split, and every story we told about mercy bled out in the dust. I keep thinking of the dogs that followed us, ribs like old fence wire, eyes asking questions no one answers. Apocalypse? It’s the hour when the maths shows through, when you learn the world was always rusting underneath the paint. We walk on, because the road doesn’t care what we’ve lost.
Participant 3 — echoing Margaret Atwood
To me it’s the punch-line of a joke we all pretended not to hear. We had the data, the graphs, the charming dystopian novels. We even rehearsed—remember the drills? Then, when the ceiling caved in, half of us still checked our phones for updates. Now the air tastes of melted plastic and someone has to figure out how to grow tomatoes in it. Apocalypse is the invoice for everything we charged to the future on credit.
Participant 4 — echoing Marcus Aurelius
The end of the world is merely a transformation of forms. Oak becomes ash, empire becomes ruin, I become a man walking through rubble. If nature ordained beginnings, she ordained endings; why should we resent her economy? The task is to meet dissolution with the same composure we once met dawn—mindful that what perishes returns to the common substance, and what we can govern is only the judgment we form about it.
Participant 5 — echoing Elaine Pagels
When I sift through the wreckage I keep hearing that old Greek word, apokalypsis—an unveiling. Yes, whole cities burned, but something else was disclosed: who rushed to hoard water, who shared it, who sang over the dying. Revelation isn’t thunder; it’s the moral x-ray the crisis developed in us. I’m less haunted by the flames than by what they showed: the fragile, luminous bones of our beliefs.
Participant 6 — echoing Edward Gibbon
I observe, with a historian’s grim relief, that our downfall followed the usual script. Complacency, prodigality, a preference for trifles over duty—then calamity struck, and the splendid edifice of our prosperity cracked like plaster. The apocalypse, in my estimation, is but the final footnote to a long chapter of decadence. Yet even Rome’s ruins seeded new capitals; perhaps from these ashes some leaner, sterner polity may arise—provided we remember the price of forgetting first principles.
Suggested readings
Yehuda Amichai, The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai
Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (trans. Gregory Hays)
Elaine Pagels, Revelations: Visions, Prophecy, and Politics in the Book of Revelation
Edward Gibbon, The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Vol. I
VL:
‘In their plans for London, Ernö Goldfinger and E. J. Carter declared their aim was to give the capital “order and efficiency and beauty and spaciousness”. This would inevitably require further destruction.’ - Richard J. Evans, The Third Reich in History and Memory (2015)
‘The urge to destroy is also a creative urge.’ – Bakunin
Generate a Joycean monologue in which a seventh group therapy participant (charismatic, resourceful and ambitious), listening to the others, explores the idea that the post-apocalyptic landscape is one in which he will thrive.
o3:
Participant 7 — a Joycean soliloquy
Ah now listen to them, those ash-tongued prophets, counting their squandered grains and weeping salt while the wind combs the cinders clean, yes tidy tidy, as if the blast were a bad debt to be tallied and closed. But I— I feel the hot hush after ruin thrum in the marrow like a struck iron, calling: begin again, begin better. Because what is a skyline but scaffolding for tomorrow’s daring? Order and efficiency and beauty and spaciousness—Goldfinger’s four-square gospel—were never born of comfort but of cleared ground, and the ground is cleared now, cleared as a board set for hazard.
See them: the slow walkers, clutching relics of the gone-world—rusted keycards, mother’s china shard—while the city lies wide-open as a widow’s bed. Streets de-mapped, laws unthreaded, the old wires sagging like spent veins. But loose wires still spark, and I have flint in my pocket. Knock stone on steel and there’s light; light draws hands; hands build. Destruction? Bakunin’s merry whisper in the ear: Yes, yes, break the lock and the room is suddenly full of doors.
O the possibilities, swelling like yeast in warm dark! Where they see gaps I see corridors; where they mutter ‘lack’, I measure supply; where they taste soot I smell the sweet scorch of fresh-fired clay waiting the potter’s wheel. Amichai’s burnt synagogue?—we will roof it with solar glass. McCarthy’s bone-racked dogs?—they’ll guard our forges fat and sleek. Atwood’s plastic air?—I have seedstock sealed away, green promises sleeping, tick ticking. Marcus counsels composure, Pagels revelation, Gibbon admonition; good, let them keep their stoic, their angelic, their imperial tongues. I’ll keep the hammer and the map.
Because the city is soft now, pliant, a melted lattice. Push with a steady hand and it will set around the imprint of my desire—boulevards where the Thames once sulked behind floodwalls, terraced hydroponics on the flank of St Paul’s, turbines nested in the ribs of Tower Bridge singing the new psalm of current and curve. Who better than one born restless, resourceful, unafraid to barter yesterday’s certainties for tomorrow’s dominion? The apocalypse, friends—oh it is only the planet’s great exhale, blowing away the chaff so the grain can glint. And I am the miller waiting, palms out, smiling into the duststorm, yes I will thrive, I will rise with the new sun on my face and the blueprints unfolding like origami from my eager, unshaken hands.
Suggested readings
James Joyce, Ulysses (especially the ‘Penelope’ episode).
Richard J. Evans, The Third Reich in History and Memory (2015), ch. 22.
Mikhail Bakunin, Selected Writings (ed. Arthur Lehning), essay ‘The Reaction in Germany’.
Andrew Gibson, Joyce’s Revenge: History, Politics, and Aesthetics in Ulysses (2002).
Peter Hall & Colin Ward, Sociable Cities: The Legacy of Ebenezer Howard (1998) – for post-urban reconstruction visions.
VL:
More like Molly Bloom Joyce.
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…yes and I’m sitting here listening to their ashes and reckonings and still I feel the embers tickling under my ribs I can’t help it the blast shook the dust off everything and I tasted it salt-sweet on my tongue like when I was a boy daring the sea spray at Brighton pier only this spray was brick powder and bits of neon and the whole city stripped bare down to its grey bones and I said to myself well now we have room don’t we yes wide as a bedsheet just waiting to be creased by some new body and why shouldn’t it be mine why shouldn’t I stretch myself out full length along the Thames-turned-canal and mark the wet cement with the print of my heel yes Goldfinger promised beauty and spaciousness and here it is flung at our feet the old clutter carted off in one fiery shrug and Bakunin whispering that lovely naughty whisper the urge to destroy oh it quickens me because what rises after is freer lighter a clean unmarred surface begging for first strokes and I can feel them already in my fingertips itching like nettles the plans the girders the sudden flowering of generator light across the night sky yes I will thrive in the gaps between their mourning and their marvelling I always have I know how to slip into a ruin and coax it to sing you only need a little scaffolding a little charm a promise of shelter and the broken follow like swallows after summer and I’ll give them order yes and order tastes sweeter when it follows chaos like water after thirst and efficiency too why not we’ve less to sweep aside now and beauty oh beauty is easier once the frame is gone just drape new colours over the ribs of St Paul’s turn the shard into a greenhouse yes we’ll grow tomatoes ruby red against the glass and spaciousness my favourite word I’ll breathe it in deep lungs open like sails the air still smells of ozone but it’s ours now ours to parcel and to name and they’ll come to me with their scraps of hope and I’ll weave them into banners and raise them over every freshly poured avenue yes I said yes I will Yes.
Suggested readings
James Joyce, Ulysses (Penelope episode).
Kevin Birmingham, The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce’s Ulysses (2014).
Richard J. Evans, The Third Reich in History and Memory (2015), ch. 22 on urban schemes.
Mikhail Bakunin, ‘The Reaction in Germany’, in Selected Writings (ed. Arthur Lehning).
VL:
From a documentary transcript.
Three overlapping narrators talk about experiencing the apocalyptic event itself.
Influences: Primo Levi, Samuel Pepys and Susan Sontag
o3:
[Documentary Transcript — Segment: ‘The Day It Came Down’]
VOICE 1 (Primo-Levi inflection, measured, forensic):
I remember the smell first: nitric, metallic, as if every girder in the city had been filed into dust and flung upon the wind. One learns in the laboratory that iron oxidises, loses electrons, becomes rust; that morning the whole skyline oxidised at once. I noted, almost with professional shame, how quickly the rational mind flees: a column of flame rose behind the post office tower and my first absurd thought was what concentration of oxygen sustains that colour?
VOICE 2 (Samuel Pepys cadence, brisk, domestic):
Up betimes, being roused by Mrs Martin’s boy crying calamity in the street, and so to the window where I saw a great redness in the north-east, like sunrise gone mad. Put on my plain coat in great haste and down to the river stairs; there a crowd, some kneeling, some quarrelling for place in a skiff. The water itself was thick with soot, and a smell like brimstone pudding. Yet even then I thought to send a note to my clerk that the ledgers be secured if the office still stood.
VOICE 3 (Susan Sontag tone, analytic, image-attentive):
Apocalypse is first an optic event, a saturation of the visible. Screens everywhere—phones, kiosks, the façade of the opera house—became mirrors filled with fire. What struck me was the instant self-portraiture: people filming not the blast but themselves witnessing the blast, as though catastrophe required proof of attendance. The culture of spectatorship did not pause; it merely tilted, like a lens catching a harsher light.
VOICE 1 (overlapping with 2, soft under-bed):
Fragments of glass fell in a gentle spiral, the way snow does in calm air. They chimed on the pavement—an accidental carillon. I considered the silica, once liquid, now returning to shards: entropy’s quiet arithmetic.
VOICE 2 (interlaced):
And I met Mr Prynne near St Bride’s, his wig quite askew, who swore the Bank had vanished ‘in a wink, sir, like a stage trick’. We both laughed, not from mirth but from want of any other sound. Thence we made for Ludgate, helping an old gentlewoman whose slippers were burnt through, the soles flapping like tongues.
VOICE 3 (cuts in, echo):
A disaster is a furnace that anneals clichés into aphorisms. Already the commentators were naming it: the Burn, Zero Morning, the Purge by Fire. Nothing so unnerves the modern mind as the uncaptioned image; the hunger to title, to frame, is immediate, compulsive.
VOICE 1:
At midday the heat receded, leaving a stillness heavier than noise. I touched a railing; the paint had bubbled into blisters. It reminded me—strangely—of the retorts in which we boiled solutions to clarity. Only here the clarity came after everything had precipitated out as ash.
VOICE 2:
Homewards about three of the clock, though the sun was hid, and found our parlour roof fallen but the family safe under the stout oak table, praise God. Gave them what comfort I could, and a dram of the good brandy; and so, having writ these particulars, to consider how the King’s navy might lend pumps to douse what flames remain.
VOICE 3:
Later, the photographs began circulating—buildings sliced open like anatomical diagrams, a child holding a melted traffic-light, dozens queueing for water beneath a cloud that looked, someone said, like the bruise of a thumb. The event, still unfolding, was already archive. In the age of perpetual documentation, survival and reportage become the same gesture: Keep recording; therefore I am.
Suggested readings
Primo Levi, The Periodic Table (trans. Raymond Rosenthal).
Samuel Pepys, The Diary of Samuel Pepys, 1660–1669 (var. eds.).
Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others (2003).
VL:
‘Break the lock and the room is suddenly full of doors.’
Documentary transcript. Three overlapping narrators. Post-apocalyptic entrepreneurs in the immediate aftermath of the event.
Influences: William H. Gass, George Saunders and Stanislaw Lem.
o3:
[Documentary Transcript — Segment: ‘Break the Lock’]
VOICE 1 (baroque, reflective — William H. Gass-shaded):
The vault burst like a fruit too ripe, seed and pulp flung against the blackened lintel, and there—there in the raw nausea of new air—space proliferated. Doors sprouted like valves in a heart relieved of its cage. I stood amid the still-singing hinges and felt a nausea that was also desire: to shape absence into corridors, to chisel the hush into chambers, to mortgage the silence itself. In catastrophe’s rattle we hear the music of merchandise; the broken lock is the bell that opens business hours.
VOICE 2 (jocular, sales-patter — George Saunders-toned, overlapping in places):
Hey folks, picture this: End-Times Emporium™—formerly the QuickLoan Plaza—now your one-stop shop for glow-lamps, rad-snacks, and artisanal Geiger ponchos. Okay, yes, half the roof’s gone, but that means skylight, baby! And don’t you feel the brand possibilities? Break the lock and the room is suddenly full of doors—sure, plus every door is a revenue stream if you’re nimble. People crave purpose as much as protein bars; sell them both in a handy combo pack. Loyalty points expire when the sun does, so stack ’em high while they last!
VOICE 3 (analytic, speculative — Stanisław Lem-inflected, weaving under and above the others):
Observe the emergent marketplace: a self-organising network of scarcity nodes and surplus vectors, operating on a quasi-barter cryptoeconomy whose currency is, intriguingly, trust—the most volatile commodity. We stand before a socio-economic singularity. Break one institutional lock and the entire topography of exchange bifurcates into unforeseen portals: waste-heat mining, bio-plast harvests from polymeric fallout, memory-insurance underwritten by communal archives. Each door leads to another, recursive as a Hilbert hotel, corridors looping until one meets oneself carrying an invoice.
VOICE 1:
But profit is only the by-product of alchemy; the true art lies in reheating the ruins until they glow, in forging narrative from the slag so that the customers, poor devils, will pay for the pleasure of believing the furnace is a fireplace.
VOICE 2 (chuckling, almost simultaneous):
Exactly! You give ’em a lanyard, a task, a team-tee! They think they’re survivors—boom—they’re employees. Breadcrumb of purpose, scent of bacon, sprinkle of hope; watch that queue form faster than a mushroom cloud rises.
VOICE 3:
Yet note the thermodynamic irony: every new door increases systemic entropy. Entrepreneurial vigour must therefore invent managerial myths—codes, protocols, brand liturgies—to stem the statistical tide. Break the lock, yes, but then you must sell an instruction manual for the resulting labyrinth.
VOICE 1 (fading into VOICE 3):
Labyrinths?—we specialise in them. We draw the corridors, lease the minotaurs, and, for an additional fee, provide red twine so the timid may find the exit they will, inevitably, shun.
Suggested readings
William H. Gass, On Being Blue (1976).
William H. Gass, The Tunnel (1995).
George Saunders, CivilWarLand in Bad Decline (1996).
George Saunders, Pastoralia (2000).
Stanisław Lem, Solaris (1961).
Stanisław Lem, Fiasco (1986).
