\\nfrom a\u003Cbr \\/>\\nUtopian\u003Cbr \\/>\\nCalifornia\u003C\\/strong>\u003Cstrong>\u003Cbr \\/>\\n\u003C\\/strong>\u003C\\/span>\u003Cspan class=\\\"slightly-bigger\\\">\u003Cstrong>(Part 1\u003C\\/strong>\u003C\\/span>\u003Cspan class=\\\"slightly-bigger uppercase\\\">\u003Cstrong>)\u003Cbr \\/>\\n\u003C\\/strong>\u003C\\/span>\u003C\\/h1>\\n\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">Notes from Kim Stanley Robinson’s\u003Cbr \\/>\\nfirst utopian novel: \u003Ca href=\\\"https:\\/\\/www.kimstanleyrobinson.info\\/node\\/338\\\" target=\\\"_blank\\\" rel=\\\"noopener\\\">\u003Cem>Pacific Edge\u003C\\/em>\u003C\\/a>.\u003C\\/p>\\n\",\"options\":{\"layout\":\"center\",\"width\":\"full\",\"anchor\":\"\",\"align\":\"center\",\"position\":\"\",\"padding\":\"\",\"theme\":\"orange-term\",\"text_color\":\"\",\"background_color\":\"\",\"continuation\":false,\"full_height\":false,\"hide_bottom_arrow\":false},\"media\":{\"type\":\"image\",\"image\":{\"ID\":3636,\"id\":3636,\"title\":\"P1000149\",\"filename\":\"P1000149.jpg\",\"filesize\":279553,\"url\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149.jpg\",\"link\":\"https:\\/\\/commontask.io\\/notes-from-kim-stanley-robinsons-first-utopian-novel\\/p1000149\",\"alt\":\"\",\"author\":\"1\",\"description\":\"\",\"caption\":\"\",\"name\":\"p1000149\",\"status\":\"inherit\",\"uploaded_to\":3566,\"date\":\"2021-01-11 02:37:07\",\"modified\":\"2021-01-11 02:37:07\",\"menu_order\":0,\"mime_type\":\"image\\/jpeg\",\"type\":\"image\",\"subtype\":\"jpeg\",\"icon\":\"https:\\/\\/api.commontask.io\\/wp-includes\\/images\\/media\\/default.png\",\"width\":1600,\"height\":1067,\"sizes\":{\"thumbnail\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149-50x33.jpg\",\"thumbnail-width\":50,\"thumbnail-height\":33,\"medium\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149-512x341.jpg\",\"medium-width\":512,\"medium-height\":341,\"large\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149-1024x683.jpg\",\"large-width\":1024,\"large-height\":683}},\"video_url\":\"\",\"video_poster_frame\":false,\"text\":\"\",\"caption\":\"\",\"alignment\":\"center\",\"position\":\"sticky\",\"style\":\"cover\",\"focus\":\"\",\"height\":\"full-viewport\",\"width\":\"full-width\",\"blending\":\"\",\"filter\":\"default\"},\"typography\":{\"header_font\":\"\",\"body_font\":\"\",\"change_font_size\":false,\"body_font_size\":1,\"adaptive_headers\":false,\"hyphenation\":true}},{\"acf_fc_layout\":\"text\",\"text\":\"\u003Cp>Anyone versed in the utopian strain of contemporary science fiction needs no introduction to \u003Ca href=\\\"https:\\/\\/en.wikipedia.org\\/wiki\\/Kim_Stanley_Robinson\\\" target=\\\"_blank\\\" rel=\\\"noopener\\\">Kim Stanley Robinson’s\u003C\\/a> work. No living author has spent as much of his oeuvre grappling with the idea, its implications, and its achievability.\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>\u003Cem>Pacific Edge\u003C\\/em>, his third novel (published in 1990), predates the Mars trilogy he’s best known for and introduces many of the themes that permeate his later work\u003Cem>.\u003C\\/em> A deceptively low-stakes story of infatuation and heartbreak set against the backdrop of small town civic life in Orange County circa 2065, it paints a quietly powerful portrait of a California recovering from the excesses of late capitalism, but (this being America) still negotiating a balance between commerce, community, and the land.\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>It has never been more relevant. Here are some choice excerpts. \\u263c\u003C\\/p>\\n\",\"options\":{\"layout\":\"center\",\"width\":\"half\",\"anchor\":\"\",\"align\":\"start\",\"position\":\"\",\"padding\":\"\",\"theme\":\"black\",\"text_color\":\"\",\"background_color\":\"\",\"continuation\":false,\"full_height\":false,\"hide_bottom_arrow\":false},\"media\":{\"type\":\"\",\"image\":{\"ID\":3636,\"id\":3636,\"title\":\"P1000149\",\"filename\":\"P1000149.jpg\",\"filesize\":279553,\"url\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149.jpg\",\"link\":\"https:\\/\\/commontask.io\\/notes-from-kim-stanley-robinsons-first-utopian-novel\\/p1000149\",\"alt\":\"\",\"author\":\"1\",\"description\":\"\",\"caption\":\"\",\"name\":\"p1000149\",\"status\":\"inherit\",\"uploaded_to\":3566,\"date\":\"2021-01-11 02:37:07\",\"modified\":\"2021-01-11 02:37:07\",\"menu_order\":0,\"mime_type\":\"image\\/jpeg\",\"type\":\"image\",\"subtype\":\"jpeg\",\"icon\":\"https:\\/\\/api.commontask.io\\/wp-includes\\/images\\/media\\/default.png\",\"width\":1600,\"height\":1067,\"sizes\":{\"thumbnail\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149-50x33.jpg\",\"thumbnail-width\":50,\"thumbnail-height\":33,\"medium\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149-512x341.jpg\",\"medium-width\":512,\"medium-height\":341,\"large\":\"https:\\/\\/static.commontask.io\\/2021\\/01\\/P1000149-1024x683.jpg\",\"large-width\":1024,\"large-height\":683}},\"video_url\":\"\",\"video_poster_frame\":false,\"text\":\"\",\"caption\":\"\",\"alignment\":\"\",\"position\":\"sticky\",\"style\":\"cover\",\"focus\":\"\",\"height\":\"\",\"width\":\"\",\"blending\":\"\",\"filter\":\"default\"},\"typography\":{\"header_font\":\"\",\"body_font\":\"\",\"change_font_size\":false,\"body_font_size\":1,\"adaptive_headers\":false,\"hyphenation\":true}},{\"acf_fc_layout\":\"text\",\"text\":\"\u003Ch2>\u003Cem>\\u201cFucking 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Robinson\u003C\\/em>\u003C\\/a>\u003C\\/span>\u003C\\/p>\\n\",\"options\":{\"layout\":\"center\",\"width\":\"half\",\"anchor\":\"\",\"align\":\"start\",\"position\":\"\",\"padding\":\"\",\"theme\":\"orange-term\",\"text_color\":\"\",\"background_color\":\"\",\"continuation\":false,\"full_height\":false,\"hide_bottom_arrow\":false},\"media\":{\"type\":\"\",\"image\":false,\"video_url\":\"\",\"video_poster_frame\":false,\"text\":\"\",\"caption\":\"\",\"alignment\":\"\",\"position\":\"sticky\",\"style\":false,\"focus\":false,\"height\":\"\",\"width\":\"\",\"blending\":\"\",\"filter\":\"default\"},\"typography\":{\"header_font\":\"\",\"body_font\":\"\",\"change_font_size\":false,\"body_font_size\":1,\"adaptive_headers\":false,\"hyphenation\":true}},{\"acf_fc_layout\":\"text\",\"text\":\"\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">“Utopia is when our lives 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now, all is calm. White flakes falling. I write in a kind of pocket utopia, a little island of calm in a maddened world. Perhaps it will help make my future seem more plausible to me\\u2014perhaps, remembering Switzerland, it will even seem possible. But there\\u2019s no such thing as a pocket utopia.”\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">\\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>\\u201cI hated capitalism because it was a lie!\\u201d Tom would say, fording Harding Canyon stream with abandon. \\u201cIt said that everyone exercising their self-interest would make a decent community! Such a lie!\\u201d Splash, splash! \\u201cIt was government as protection agency, a belief system for the rich. Why, even when it seemed to work, where did it leave them? Holed up in mansions and crazy as loons.\\u201d \\u201cBut some people like to be alone.\\u201d \\u201cYeah, yeah. And self-interest exists, no one can say it doesn\\u2019t\\u2014the governments that tried got in deep trouble, because that\\u2019s a lie of a different kind. But to say self-interest is all that exists, or that it should be given free rein! My Lord. Believe that and nothing matters but money.\\u201d \\u201cBut you changed that,\\u201d Kevin would say, watching his footwork. \\u201cYes, we did. We gave self-interest some room to work in, but we limited it. Channeled it toward the common good. That\\u2019s the job of the law, as we saw it then.\\u201d He laughed. \\u201cLegislation is a revolutionary power, boy, though it\\u2019s seldom seen as such. We used it for all it was worth, and most liked the results, except for some of the rich, who fought like wolverines to hold on to what they had. In fact that\\u2019s a fight that\\u2019s still going on. 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Pam shakes her head, mouth bitter. Picks up In\\u2019tl Herald Tribune. Southern Club defaulting on all debt. Prediction of twenty-five percent reduction in world population called optimistic by. Civil war in India, in Mexico, in. Deforestation in. World temperature up another degree Centigrade since. Species going extinct\\u2014 I\\u2019ve already read it.”\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">\\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>“My daily workload reminds me constantly that in fact it exists entangled in intricate webs of law. Their system is a mix, combining a communalism of the Santa Rosa model\\u2014land and public utilities owned in common, residents required to do ten hours a week of town work, a couple of town-owned businesses in operation to use all the labor available, that sort of thing\\u2014with aspects of the new federal model: residents are taxed more and more heavily as they approach the personal income cap, and they can direct 60 percent of their taxes to whatever services they support the most. Businesses based in town are subject to the same sort of graduated system. I am familiar with much of this from my years in Bishop, which has a similar system. As usual in these set-ups, the town is fairly wealthy, even if it is avoided by businesses looking for the best break possible. From all the income generated, a town share is distributed back out to the citizens, which comes to about twice the national income floor. But people still complain that it isn\\u2019t higher. Everyone wants to be a hundred. And here they believe that a properly run town could make everyone hit the cap as a matter of course. Thus there is the kind of intense involvement with town politics typical of these set-ups, government mixed with business mixed with life-styles, etc.”\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">\\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>“What a cheat utopias are, no wonder people hate them. Engineer some fresh start, an island, a new continent, dispossess them, give them a new planet sure! So they don\\u2019t have to deal with our history. Ever since More they\\u2019ve been doing it: rupture, clean cut, fresh start. So the utopias in books are pocket utopias too. Ahistorical, static, why should we read them? They don\\u2019t speak to us trapped in this world as we are, we look at them in the same way we look at the pretty inside of a paperweight, snow drifting down, so what? 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Liddy finally asleep. Tapping on lap keyboard. Might as well distract myself. Strategies for changing history. Invent the history leading out of this world (please) into the world of the book. Causes of utopian process gaining upper hand. Words scroll up and disappear forever, like days. Lincoln not assassinated, no, no, we know it didn\\u2019t happen that way, we know we can\\u2019t take that road. Not useful. Someone appears to lead us, no! No Great Man theory here. No individual can save us. Together or not at all. Together or nothing. Ah, Pamela\\u2014 Some group. In power or out. Act together. Say lawyers, the law? Still can\\u2019t escape the feeling that there\\u2019s where a difference could be made, despite my own experience. Remake the law of the land. Say a whole class of Harvard Law School, class of \\u201912 goes out to fill posts of all kinds, government, World Bank, IMF, Pentagon. Save the twenty-first century. Plausible? No. A story. 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Stare at empty screen.”\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">\\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>\\u201cReminds me of Muir\\u2019s night on Shasta,\\u201d the turtle said. \\u201cHe was tough, his father was a Calvinist minister and a cruel man, he beat Muir and worked him at the bottom of wells. So nothing in the Sierras ever bothered him. But one time he and a friend climbed Shasta and got caught in a storm up there at the top, a real bad blizzard. It should have killed them, but luckily Shasta was more active in those days, and there was still a hot spring pool in the summit caldera. Muir and his friend found this pool and jumped in, but the water in it was like a hundred and fifty degrees, and full of sulphur gas. So they couldn\\u2019t stay in it, but when they got out they started to freeze instantly. It was scald or freeze, no middle ground. 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The main thrust of the twenty-forty international agreements was to cut down on the size of corporations, cut them down so far that only companies remain. It\\u2019s actually anti-corporate law, I mean that\\u2019s what we were doing for twenty-five years. We chopped up the corporations and left behind a teeming mass of small companies, and a bunch of associations and information networks\\u2014all well and good, but there are projects in this world that need a lot of capital to be carried off, and so mechanisms for that had to be instituted, new banking practices and company teamwork programs, and that\\u2019s where you get the morass of law dealing with that.”\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp style=\\\"text-align: center;\\\">\\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e \\u2733\\ufe0e\u003C\\/p>\\n\u003Cp>“In a camp in Virginia. Interned. Big mistake to antagonize that immigration officer. That a single official\\u2019s enmity can result in this! But it\\u2019s more than that, of course. A tidal wave of fear. 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I did that until all the pages were gone. I tore the cardboard covers away from the spirals, and ripped them up too. The twisted wire spirals were the last things in. No more utopia for me. After that I returned to the canteen and sat just like before, feeling worse than ever. But there was no point in continuing, really there wasn\\u2019t. The time has passed when a utopia could do anybody any good, even me. Especially me. The discrepancy between it and reality was too much. So I sat there drinking coffee and staring out the window. One of my dorm mates, he sleeps a couple beds down, came by with his lunch. Hey Barnyard, he said, where\\u2019s your book. 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Not just write a utopia, but fight for it in the real world\\u2014I have to, I\\u2019m compelled to, and talking with one of the people here late one night I suddenly understood why: because I grew up in utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child\\u2019s paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed, I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in the band and down at the beach and every day was an adventure, and when I came home my mother and father created a home as solid as rock, the world seemed solid! And it comes to this, do you understand me\\u2014I grew up in utopia. But I didn\\u2019t. Not really. Because while I was growing up in my sunny seaside home much of the world was in misery, hungry, sick, living in cardboard shacks, killed by soldiers or their own police. I had been on an island. In a pocket utopia. It was the childhood of someone born into the aristocracy, and understanding that I understood the memory of my childhood differently; but still I know what it was like, I lived it and I know! And everyone should get to know that, not in the particulars, of course, but in the general outline, in the blessing of a happy childhood, in the lifelong sense of security and health. So I am going to work for that. And if\\u2014if! if someday the whole world reaches utopia, then that dream California will become a precursor, a sign of things to come, and my childhood is redeemed. I may never know which it will be, it might not be clear until after we\\u2019re dead, but the future will judge us! They will look back and judge us, as aristocrats\\u2019 refuge or emerging utopia, and I want utopia, I want that redemption and so I\\u2019m going to stay here and fight for it, because I was there and I lived it and I know. 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