The Bladerunner - Alan Edward Nourse, Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro

By Lionina - 11:56 AM

Not the film based on Do Angels Dream of Electric Sheep, but The Bladerunner, a 1974 novel by Alan Nourse. In some near future, good health care is provided to anyone who agrees to pay the fee - sterilization. Those who don't want to comply with these terms are forced to turn to black market practitioners. The idea is to weed out those who have genetic diseases or those with less immune resistance, allowing the rest to breed healthier, stronger children. Truly deadly epidemics, however, choose victims indiscriminately regardless of healthcare choices. The book is really a cautionary tale about the dangers of "socialized" or two tier medical systems.

I suppose in the the early 70's, this doomsday prediciton may have sounded like a pile of invisible cymbals making an unnecessary din, or communist evil. But substitute "lots of money" in place of sterilization and "HMO/single payer/insurance" for government medical center and Nourse's book is amazingly prescient. Some of these fears have become founded - a two class system of those who have and don't have healthcare, "free" clinics = black market, mutated man-made super virus, children with poor immune defense systems, etc. We have yet to see if nationalized healthcare will produce such a staggering social program like the one in The Bladerunner, but we know that China ran such an experiment for a long time. To think of this story loosely and in global terms is important because disease is transmitted in exactly that way.

I also breezed through Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro, which is an exercise in finding clarity through hindsight. The premise of cloning humans for body parts is largely seen through a personal lens, and reflects light on the process of connection and dying. The ethical ramifications are oblique in the novel but relevant at a time when research on transplants and the black market transactions for those who can afford it are coming to public consciousness. Sci-fi by high minded writerly writers is often overly soft. "New" frameworks for "old" drama. I point at Atwood.

Invisible, is boilerplate Auster-noir hiding under some fairly pleasant and undemanding reading. Missing is the intense intellectual play that the author is known for, but I'm starting to think this expectation is a red herring. Instead, Auster has constructed a four part dissection of youthful naivete through multiple perspectives. Particularly, he reveals how ignorance enables tragic decisions that shape the characters into the people they eventually become. Clumsy and a little rushed, but nonetheless touching. 

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