Tuesday, July 30, 2024

Constant Reader (Adult) July 2024: The Last By Hanna Jameson

 

 

There’s a part of me-  very cynical but also pragmatic – that makes me question the sincerity of the youthful protestors around the world who are protesting the evils of climate change. I don’t doubt the reality of the threat so much as the sincerity of their motivations, in part because I’m not sure even they have truly considered why they’re doing it.

I don’t doubt the reality of the horrors of global warming but the way it is shouted by  protestors  always makes me wonder whether the youngest among them have truly considered how their phrasing it. Even the most devoted scientists admit that it will be a gradual process rather than a switch being flipped: one day we will have the world we live in, the next day it will be an apocalyptic hellscape. Perhaps if that were the case we might be able to unite around the idea, though I seriously doubt that. What is talked about is a future that will slowly but gradually become unrecognizable.

I think it is the fear of the unknown that is driving the youngest among them for a selfish reason: for all the problems of the world today, many of them have it easier in most creature comforts than previous generations. They get their food delivered to them on Grubhub, Uber and Lyft take them anywhere they need to go, they can get all of the latest films and TV on their phones, all their shopping needs are done on Amazon and they don’t even have to leave the house to meet with their friends. What all of these young protestors shout when they say “their future has been destroyed’ is a euphemism for a fact that they don’t have the ability to last five minutes without their iphones. None of these teenagers are Katniss Everdeen and they wouldn’t survive in a world if they couldn’t ask Siri how to catch and skin a fish. And with social media making this generation increasingly isolated, the idea of having to form a new society by working together on anything is a scenario where the survivors would envy the dead. They don’t even want to have to talk with people with opposing political views on Twitter; the idea of bonding with them to building a new society is unthinkable to them.

On the other end of the spectrum, I don’t truly think the people who have wanted to destroy their government or longed for a zombie apocalypse have thought it through at all for pretty much the exact same reasons I listed for the other side. There has been an enormous amount written and playing out in movies and TV about the end of the world. (I started a series about it once; you might consider this book review an unofficial part of it.) Much of it involves outside threats or larger disasters, from The Walking Dead to A Quiet Place to Snowpiercer. Even the very best of these series and films rarely look at what happens after the world ends and when we try to rebuild. (The Mad Max series is a rare exception and there may be others I’m unaware of.)

I think there is a part of our society that yearns for this kind of post-apocalyptic world because today’s world is too complicated. Considering how difficult the world is, how messy every aspect of it seems and how uncertain the future is, it is understandable that some of us may think that some form of an apocalypse would make things easier, in a perverse way. The thing is, nice as that might seem we all know the end of the world will never be as simple as a switch being thrown. Survivors we’ll be left behind and we will have to rebuild.

This was made very clear in so much of the fiction that came out during the Cold War when the threat of nuclear annihilation seemed around the corner. A lot of the best fiction of that era took place in dystopian worlds but most of the authors gave no illusion as to what it would look like. This was clear in such classic as Richard Matheson’s I Am Legend, which to date has been remade three separate times into movies, A Canticle for Leibowitz Walter Miller’s dark satire set in a future hundreds of years after a nuclear war and Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank. We got far grimmer perspectives throughout the 1980s, most notably in such TV movies as The Day After and the film Testament where we see what happens when nuclear war does occur. When the Cold War ended in 1991 and nuclear annihilation became far less a direct threat to the end of the world then before the idea of a nuclear apocalypse has somewhat diminished in so many end of the world scenarios in our films and TV.

In that sense Hanna Jameson’s 2019 novel The Last is both a throwback and a reimaging of these same scenarios. The novel unfolds from the perspective of an American historian named Jon Keller. He has gone to a conference in Switzerland which at the last moment was moved to a hotel called L’Hotel Sixieme. Keller is getting breakfast when he hears a woman scream: “They’ve bombed Washington!”

Keller and his colleagues then learn of nuclear war on their phones. Washington has been bombed and the President and his staff are dead. They see footage of it. A plane crashes on the outskirts of Berlin and it’s because someone uploads the video that they know Berlin is gone. Then the Internet goes down.

Jon expects the end to come immediately and as a historian he feels a duty to keep writing. His wife Nadia and his family are in California and we quickly learn from Jon that his marriage was in trouble before he went to the conference.

For the next few weeks, he writes brief journal entries, waiting for the end to come. No one dies of radiation poisoning but people start committing suicide. Dylan, the hotel’s head of security takes a role of leadership and starts a routine. He and some people go hunting, they start rationing food and they vote on the cutting of gas and electricity. There is a doctor in the hotel. After three weeks the people start talking to each other. At the end of the fourth, Jon hears guitar music. After six weeks he goes outside and they see the clouds are turning orange. The doctor, whose name is Tania, casually mentions the trees will start dying soon. At the end of the seventh week, Jon writes down: “I’m going to keep writing. I feel like if I don’t keep writing, I’ll lie down and die.”

The bulk of the novel follows and is labeled: “A Narrative Chronicle of the Initial Post-Nuclear Months by possibly the last living historian, Dr. Jon Keller.” The novel takes place over the course of three weeks, with Keller often dividing his daily entries into multiple parts to describe the action that follows. We later learn he is writing the entries in long-hand rather than using his laptop because he believes with electricity possibly disappearing, it is more important to have an analogue story being told.

We learn from Keller and other people that the possibility of this war had been hanging in the air for a while. There had been major conferences, news reports and Jon’s wife had constantly been marching against it. Such details of who struck first and why is never made clear because the people in the hotel don’t know. We also never learn the details of why the conflict started or why it is escalated, though at one point someone holds up a Swiss franc and says this is what it was all about. We don’t even know how far in the future we are. There is a suggestion in the middle of the novel when the survivors, most of whom are foreign born, ask Jon and the only other American in the hotel Toni who they voted for in the last election. The argument becomes loud very quickly and its only through a miracle that it doesn’t come to violence. There will be many other occasions where violence breaks out for far more ‘logical’ reasons.

Jon becomes close with most of the survivors. Among the more prominent ones is Toni, a libertarian and an agnostic who has one of the few guns, Nathan, a mixed race Australian who is one of the more optimistic people in the group, Adam, a former rock musician who has quite a lot of drugs and alcohol and numerous foreign couples from everywhere from Japan and Germany. Some know English, some don’t. Many of them are young; some are older, but all of them acknowledge how incompetent they are to survive. Nathan admits up front he has no idea how to start a fire without a lighter; Tania is overwhelmed by her work, most of which involves being asked for non-existent anti-depressants and everyone spends a lot of time at the bar. When Adam OD’s on heroin halfway through the novel Jon and Toni are frantic because ‘there is no 9-1-1’. It’s up to them to save him and they know when its done, he might not necessarily be grateful.

 However because the hotel was once a hunting lodge there are more than enough guns. (This is Switzerland.) Toni has a tremendous amount of ammunition, mainly because she is terrified of the possibility of sexual assault. This is a fear that turns out to be more than merited when one of the guests attempts to rape a female staff member. The group makes a decision that they intend to try him for this – and then execute him. It is done coldly because they know sending him into the forest might kill him and they don’t want to spend their dwindling supplies as well as time and energy keeping his prisoner.

Keller mentions all of this in his writing but his primary focus of his narrative deals with the discovery of a girl that’s found in the water tower on the roof. Jon realizes that she couldn’t have gotten up here on her own nor gotten into the tank. He suspects she has been murdered.

As much to distract himself from the threat of impending death as well as his only physical health (he is suffering from a pain in his tooth which he ignores throughout the novel) Jon decides that he has to find out both who the girl is and who killed her. The guests are willing to indulge him, though many think he is wasting his time from the start. But as the novel continues Jon becomes obsessed to the point of near-psychosis, thinking he needs to do this in order to stay human in the face of death. That this might not be the best use of his energy is something that no one suggests at first; everyone needs a reason to keep going at the end of the world. But as the tensions become greater as the supplies dwindle, Jon’s obsession turns into something close to paranoia.

As the novel continues and supplies begin to dwindle the guests now begin to realize their options are becoming limited. It also becomes clear that there are people residing in the forest who may be a threat to them. An initial excursion into the nearest town leads to a reunion with historians at the conference which quickly escalates into violence and death. Everyone knows winter is coming and is terrified of what that will mean when the electricity goes and they run out of water. None of them are talking about what will happen when the worst of it comes.

Jon doesn’t want to lead and spends much of the novel letting people he considers more qualified – Dylan and Nathan among them – do the hard work. Much of his writing takes on a detached tone but you can tell how shocked he is as the veneer of civilization continues to erode and how unsuited he is to what comes next. He holds desperately to trying to find justice for the murdered girl but he is a horrible detective, making false assumptions that lead him astray, making increasingly paranoid suggestions to the remaining hotel staff and eventually Tania thinks he’s had a psychotic breakdown.

In most novels that unfold in the aftermath of nuclear war (On The Beach is the most famous example) much of the story unfolds in a pattern of the survivors trying to maintain a routine while they wait for the inevitable. This doesn’t happen in The Last or at least not while the narrative is going on. It is worth noting however, the narrative ends abruptly when we learn Keller’s infection of his jaw has incapacitated him and it is unclear if he will recover.

What I will say is that the novel comes to a conclusion with a resolution to who killed the girl and why she died. It takes place in a world of madness but it’s worth noting by the time it does Keller is desperate to find a reason and it leads him to do something that would have been unthinkable for him even after the bombs dropped.

It’s also worth noting that there are suggestions throughout the book as to the issue of fate who are still in the hotel and as to why they were there.  Jameson doesn’t come up with a conclusion one way or the other, mainly because philosophical constructs are irrelevant in the aftermath of an apocalypse. However, the last lines of Keller’s narrative suggest – however faintly – that one major character might have had a sense of the divine. That individual is insane of course, but the two have always been related.

One of the last set of  paragraphs in the book is profound and because there are no spoilers I think I’ll quote it in its entirety:

“The end of the world is a fairly comforting concept, because – in theory – we wouldn’t have to survive it. Maybe what’s been f---ing us up, more than anything, hasn’t been finding a way to cope with the world ending but finding a way to cope with the fact that it didn’t.

An ending is easy. The terminal waking up, morning after morning, isn’t easy. I think that’s why I’ve been so angry… why I wanted to believe that the girl in the water tank had died for a more important reason than…continued violence..

Instead of a conclusion, we’ve been offered nothing but more life. I don’t know how to come to terms with that.”

 

Jameson gives the most realistic issue that we have to deal with when it comes when we discuss ‘the end of the world’. If it comes through the sea’s rising, a plague or nuclear war the fact remains it that it will not be as simple as all life on earth dying with a snap of a finger. There will be people left behind, they will have to carry on and society will have to adapt to confront the new realities that are left behind.

That’s what I believe terrifies the young who are screaming the loudest and we shouldn’t really be shocked at that. They are excellent at telling all of us what’s wrong with society but when it comes to how to fix it, they have nothing resembling a solution. They’re not so much terrified at the idea of the end of the world; they’re terrified of being left behind to cope with the fact that it didn’t.

The Last doesn’t end with resolution either, However there is just enough hope remaining behind to suggest that going on is possible. And the postscript of the novel, written by a different survivor, gives the barest ray of sunshine that some form of civilization will continue even after the end. It may be false hope, but it’s still hope.

 

 

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