You have probably seen the news that some physicists think they have a new twist on Schrödinger’s cat. In the famous example, the cat is both alive and dead at the same time inside a box. Maxim Osipov has a fully Russian variation in a story called “The Gypsy.” It involves a doctor going to an airport in Sheremetyevo and a conversation the doctoro has with the “security” guys:
Now he’ll hear – for the nth time – their story about an American girl who traveling with a kitty cat – they put them in special carriers, for the belly of the plane – and the kitty cat died. The baggage handlers at Sheremetyevo didn’t want any trouble, so they threw the carcass in the trash and replaced it with some cat they caught near the airport. The American girl got into a huff and insisted it wasn’t her kitty – because her kitty had been dead, and she was taking her home to bury her. She was returning from some town, maybe Chelyabinsk. Last time the story was different: the American with the dead cat had flown in from Philadelphia. Today’s version was more believable, but it was still a lie, of course. The “security” guys call Americans “Americunts” and “Amerifucks” – ridiculous words, and they’ve never been to America – but he still laughs every time.
Coincidences sometimes bring illumination. “Good Omens” made it to Netflix at the same time the Pope decided that an old prayer needed to be changed to make God look better. The Pope decided that we couldn’t have a prayer that said God leads people into temptation (“lead us not into temptation”). It’s a familiar picture of God that forgets about the prohibition given to Adam and Even about the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, about the flood, about Sodom and Gomorrah, about the temptation of Jesus in the desert. Meanwhile, The Guardian publishes a story about “Good Omens” in which Neil Gaiman tells us that the beauty of “Good Omens” is in the way it doesn’t attempt to depict authorities, including God, as utterly benevolent.
[Gaiman] talks with relish about finding out, on a 2010 visit to mainland China, that his children’s books weren’t available there because, according to his publisher, “you show children being wiser than their parents and you show disrespect to authority and you show children doing bad things and getting away with it”. In response, he decided “to write a book which has all of those things in it”, not least “disrespect for the family unit.”
It’s difficult to understand why more people haven’t left Facebook, especially when you read items like the one below. As Edward Snowden said: “Arguing that you don’t care about the right to privacy because you have nothing to hide is no different than saying you don’t care about free speech because you have nothing to say.”
From Ted Chiang’s story “What’s Expected of Us” in Exhalation:
Pretend that you have free will. It’s essential that you behave as if your decisions matter, even though you know they don’t. The reality isn’t important; what’s important is your belief, and believing the lie is the only way to avoid a waking coma. Civilization now depends on self-deception.
The penalty for misconduct in office, according to The Independent, is life in prison. (The penalty in the U.S. is re-election.) Alex Johnson, commonly known as Boris, uttered some whoppers as a Brexiteer, statements that ended up on the side of a bus, for example. Given Alex’s propensity for never having an unpublicized thought, his statements are well documented. It’s difficult to imagine how the trial could go in his favor. However, the old saying goes, “In law, nothing is certain except the expense.”
The Sydney Morning Herald has an article that attempts to explain why we are awash in blowhards, lies, deceptions, incompetence, and corruption.
It’s vital to remember that in most instances of what looks like bone-headed idiocy, poor or deceptive conduct or even, self-deception, someone somewhere is actually making money.
In the U.S., Memorial Day weekend is coming up, and I have great reading on the horizon. Finishing up Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead. After that, it’s Ted Chiang’s Exhalation, and then Maxim Osipov’s Rock, Paper, Scissors and Other Stories. Regarding that last work, you might have seen the article about Osipov in The New Yorker.