(continued from the last post)
…at the same time I want to excite an emotional response, and this is the only book I’ve written in my life which I actually felt afraid of writing. I have plenty of Jewish relatives, and if they ask me what I’m up to I might say something like I’m working on this story about colonizing another planet—my previous, perpetually unfinished project—rather than tell them the truth, which is that I’m doing something in the vein of The Man In The High Castle, minus an eclectic plot guided by the I Ching, minus Philip K. Dick’s extremely delightful paranoia.
The primary purpose of this book is to entertain, of course, but it’s also there to expose the evils of fascism, and to show (in a way that is hopefully subtle) how fascism is far more alive and well than we would care to admit—that, crazily enough, if Hitler had won the Second World War—this is where I get scared of writing here—the planet might not be as different today as we would like to believe, that fascism isn’t just about book burning, slavery, and genocide—all of which are obviously not excluded from America’s history, or Korea[where I currently reside]’s history—but that fascism is also simply about making people feel indifferent to politics.
It sounds so dumb and jingoistic, but when a politician comes on the TV screen, and people yawn, score one for that cliché known as fascism.