Stand On Zanzibar
Copyright 1969 by
I first read this in 1972 and most recently in February 1998.
In 2010, the entire population of the world, standing together, could
still just fit on the island of Zanzibar. Unfortunately in 2010, the
world population is out of control, many developed countries have
introduced eugenics legislation to prevent transmission of hereditary
defects such as sickle-cell anemia and colour-blindness. The world is in
a mess, in many ways people are far worse off than their parents were.
In this world we follow a host of characters:
Donald Hogan, mild-mannered researcher and government agent has spent the
past ten years living a lie. He shares an apartment with Norman House, up-and-coming
black executive in a white world, and it's coloured his life so much he
almost can't see what's going on.
Both of them are about to unwillingly undergo life-changing and life-threatening
Chad C. Mulligan, world famous sociologist and writer, wrote cynical
analyses of modern society. People listened and agreed but still
Elihu Masters, US Ambassador to Beninia, is working with his old friend,
that country's President Obomi. They have a revolutionary plan to save
the country they love, but they'll have to sell out to big business to make it work.
And Dr Sugaigujntung, possibly the world's greatest geneticist, may have
discovered how to make genetic supermen.
Sadly, John Brunner died in 1995. He was my favorite British SF writer
from the Sixties and Seventies, and his major books, "Stand On Zanzibar",
"The Shockwave Rider" and "The Sheep Look Up" certainly contributed to
my outlook on life.
This is his masterpiece. and thirty-years on, it's still a dazzling read.
It's a revolutionary work from a revolutionary time, a
sometimes-humorous, always-clever polemic against the stupidity that
leads humankind to treat others as less than human, that leads to
conflict and war.
Of course, throughout this proselytising, the plot just rockets
Several things struck me about this book reading it again after so many
years. This was the '60s and giant computer brains were going to save
or destroy the world, and can only be defeated by tying them into logic
loops. Brunner certainly caught that meme, but used it with a twist for
his Shalmaneser super-cooled and very small computer. His vision of the
crime and drug-abuse in a modern society is a lot more accurate than he
would have expected when he wrote this book.
He's the only writer this side of Pynchon who could write a gripping
thirty-one page narrative on a cocktail party.
And finally, while I'm rambling on, I noticed for the first time just how
good Brunner was at describing people in altered states. Particularly
bouts of insanity (have a look at Hogan's experiences or when Philip
Peterson goes postal).
What's it got: artificial intelligence, world politics, spies, crime,
drugs , spies, Africa and Asia, New York at its worst
I was in my local "Wave" CD store and they were playing this stunning
music: dry and hard dub reggae over Tom Jones' "It's Not Unusual".
Bizarre, but it had me skanking down the aisles. Subsequently realised,
somewhat embarrassed, that there were two entirely separate sound
sources from different parts of the store. What was worse was that I was
still singing the song to myself later in the afternoon. Of
course there's no connection between this pointless reminiscence and
the wonderful "Stand on Zanzibar" except that
it's quite possible Mr Brunner hummed that little tune from the
early sixties while penning this book. Well, not penning exactly, he
wrote it all on a Smith Corona 250 electric typewriter.
Loaded on the 20th January 2002.