A short post about heroin voice

2026-Jan-24, Saturday 11:15
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Posted by Doug Muir

This was triggered by a post over at our long-term friendly-rival blog, LGM. That post, in turn, was triggered by something stupid that Robert F. Kennedy Jr. said recently.

What Kennedy said: he thinks his distinctive hoarse, raspy voice is “spasmodic dysphonia”, which he suspects may have been caused by taking flu vaccines for years.  Because dysphonia is a KNOWN side effect of these dangerous vaccines!  So he stopped getting flu shots back in 2005.

Blogger Shakezula quite correctly deconstructs this nonsense (only one flu shot lists dysphonia as a possible side effect, and that one wasn’t available until after 2005; if dysphonia is a side effect, it’s ridiculously rare, and nobody seems to have ever encountered it).  But then they make a wrong turn:  they suggest that maybe RFK’s weird voice is genetic, because his sister also has a kinda weird voice.

No.  No no no.  


There’s a thing called “heroin voice”.  And yes, it’s an actual thing — go ahead and google it.  There are papers.

TLDR: long-term heroin use can permanently damage your voice.  It doesn’t always happen, but it’s definitely a real and well-known risk.  Long-term junkies and ex-junkies often have a distinctive hoarse, raspy voice.  In rare, severe cases the user may need speech rehabilitation.  More often, they just have a weird voice.  And they may keep that weird voice for the rest of their life, because in most cases the damage seems to be irreversible.

Now on one hand this is a slightly niche topic.  If you’ve never spent much time around junkies, there’s no reason to know about heroin voice.  But on the other hand it’s not exactly a deep obscure secret.  “Raspy voice” is regularly listed as one of the warning signs of heroin abuse.  It’s right up there with pinprick pupils, pallor, reduced appetite, and a marked preference for long-sleeved shirts.

“RFK Jr. used to be a junkie” isn’t a secret either.  He’s admitted to several years of heroin addiction: basically, “It was the Eighties, man”.  I would bet a modest amount of money that he used heroin both more and longer than he’s now willing to admit, but whatever.  It’s relevant to his current position, not because he used to be an addict — there’s no shame in that — but because he grew into one of those ex-addicts who believe, that since they Triumphed Over Addiction through some combination of Clean Living and Personal Awesomeness, they’re now uniquely entitled to tell the rest of us how to behave.  If you’ve ever spent much time around twelve-step programs, you’ll know the type — mercifully rare, but instantly familiar.

Anyway!  RFK Jr. doesn’t have a weird voice because of vaccines.  And it’s not genetic either.  It’s heroin voice.   He has a weird voice because he used to be a junkie.

And that’s all.


BEHOLD I AM OLD

2026-Jan-24, Saturday 04:15
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Posted by John Scalzi

Today there was an ache in my knee even though I had not particularly exerted myself, and I wondered what that was about when it hit me: There was a storm coming. I am now one of those people who can tell when a storm is coming by aches and pains.

Excuse me, I’m going to go lay down in my grave now.

— JS

The social media ban that wasn’t

2026-Jan-23, Friday 05:12
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Posted by John Q

The Australian government’s legislation seeking to ban access to social media for people under 16 has received plenty of attention in International media, mostly leading with the government’s that 4.7 million accounts were banned or deactivated when the legislation came into effect. Rather less attention has been paid to discussion of the outcome within Australia, where the consensus is that there has been very little effect for most. With most kids still active, the minority who have been caught by the ban have suffered feelings of ostracism and exclusion When discussing the issue on my own social media (which had few if any teenage readers to begin with) I’ve only had one parent report their kids being thrown off.

Before coming to the real issues, I’ll point out that the 4.7 million figure is almost certainly bogus. Depending on guesses about the age range of those affected, this would imply between two and four accounts per kid. For reasons best known to themselves, the government gave specific numbers for Meta, but for no one else. Of the ten platforms subject to the ban, Meta had three – Facebook, Instagram and Threads which together issued 0.5 million bans, of which Instagram accounted for 330 000. That leaves 4.4 million for the remaining seven, including niche sites like Twitch and Kick, along with X, which is not very teen-oriented. It appears that the largest “ban” may involve nothing more than YouTube cancelling kids’ accounts (all that was required by the law) and shifting them on to the (much worse) public feed.

The ban was rushed through parliament a year or so ago. I wrote a series of posts criticising it at the time

The posts are here , here, here and here

I won’t recap them except to complain again the role of my bete noire, all-round charlatan Jonathan Haidt, who has been the subject of lengthy critiques on Crooked Timber for many years, long before he became an instant expert on kids and social media

Before it was implemented, the ban had strong, but not universal, support among parents of teens. However, it applied to all teens whether or not their families supported it. In this context, Albanese’s claim that “”This is families taking back control” is somewhat dishonest. The government was attempting to take control from families, though it has largely failed.

From reports I’ve seen around, a third of kids got their parents’ support to dodge the ban. In many other cases, the ban was ineffective and parents either didn’t know or couldn’t do much about it. But there was a significant remaining group of families where parents hoped that the law would give them an ace to play in the eternal dispute over screen time. The hope (which I’ve seen expressed quite literally) was that they could tell the kids “get off your phone, it’s the law”. Of course, the law says nothing of the sort, since it only binds social media companies.

For families where the kids lost accounts and parents have sought to enforce the ban, the result has often been intensified conflict, along the usual lines of such conflicts. The kids want to do what all their friends are doing, and fear isolation and exclusion, while the parents see themselves as protectors. Inevitably, parents will lose most of these fights well before their kids turn 16.

I have an almost unique perspective on this, having been born in 1956, the year TV came to Australia. As a result, I was a participant on both sides of the TV era of the screen wars, first as kid and then as parent. I was also exposed to the continuous denunciations of the “idiot box” by writers like Neil Postman (amusing ourselves to death) and Newton Minow (a vast wasteland). It’s startling to read supporters of the ban (can’t find the link now) reminiscing nostalgically about spending Saturday morning lying around watching cartoons.

Where to from here? It appears that we will see some before-and-after studies both official and independent, which will provide some kind of reality check on the claims and counterclaims. Regardless, the Albanese government, having passed some hastily drafted laws (see hate speech) will declare victory and move on.

Meanwhile, the big problems of social media – the toxicity of X/Twitter, algorithmic feeds, information harvesting, the distortions produced by reliance on social media – will remain. Dealing with them would require tackling powerful US interests, which is much harder than announcing restrictions on teenagers.

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Posted by Athena Scalzi

I have never been one to care too much about the amount of protein a meal has, but sometimes I see a recipe on Instagram that boasts low calories and high protein and actually looks good, and I find myself tempted to try them out. I mean, if I can eat something healthy-ish and it tastes good, then it’s a win-win, right?

So, after seeing this Buffalo Chicken Hot Pocket recipe, I decided to give it a shot. It seemed like as good a place as any to start with higher protein meals.

Even though the recipe looks long, it’s all pretty simple ingredients, though I did have to go buy quite a few.

So let’s talk about how “quick and easy” it was to make this, how much I had to buy to make it, the time it took, how many dishes it made, and if it actually tasted good.

Diving right in, the first thing was acquiring the ingredients. I shopped at Kroger.

First up, I had to buy a pack of chicken, which ended up being Simple Truth Natural Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast Family Pack for $16.52. I used all this chicken even though it was a big ol’ family pack. Next was Sweet Baby Ray’s Mild Buffalo Wing Sauce for $4.29. I used almost the entire bottle. A block of Philadelphia Reduced Fat Cream Cheese was $3.49. The recipe only needed about a fourth of the block. The recipe calls for a 0% fat Greek yogurt, so I picked Oikos Triple Zero Plain Greek Yogurt, which has zero added sugar, zero artificial sweeteners, and is zero percent fat with eighteen grams of protein (per 6oz serving). I used most of the 32oz container, which was $6.79.

Though I have all-purpose flour, bread flour, and gluten-free flour, I did not have self-rising flour, so I bought King Arthur Unbleached Self-Rising Flour in a five pound bag for $6.29. For the mozzarella, I usually like Sargento’s shredded mozzarella because it’s the only whole milk one I tend to find, but since the recipe specifies a fat free mozzarella, I just went with Kroger Low-Moisture Part Skim shredded mozzarella in the 4-cup size bag for $3.99. I picked Jack’s Special Mild Salsa for my “tomato salsa” which was $4.99 but I have most of the container left over. I also bought Simple Truth Organic Chives for $2.49. And last but not least I bought a Hidden Valley Ranch Seasoning 1oz packet for a whopping $2.39.

I had Daisy brand cottage cheese on hand already, both the whole milk version and the low-fat version, but for this recipe I used the whole milk type since it didn’t specify. Oh, and I used actual whole milk for the quarter cup of fat-free milk it calls for. You’ll just have to live with my substitution.

So, in total, I spent $51.24 on stuff for just this one recipe. I always say you can’t cook dinner without spending fifty bucks, and boy oh boy does that remain true. I swear it’s a literal constant in my life.

Moving on from cost, the first thing to do was to add a bunch of stuff into the Crockpot and let it get cooking. That part was really easy, you just throw the chicken in and add all the spices and whatnot on top, give it a mix and let it cook on high for a couple hours. The only dishes I used for this portion were measuring spoons and a measuring cup. Disclaimer: I did not add the white onion, therefore I saved myself from using a knife and cutting board.

While that was cooking, I blended all the ingredients for the sauce together. I only have a very tiny portable blender meant for protein shakes and smoothies on the go (don’t ask why because I don’t even know), so I had to do it in three or four batches, which meant I mixed everything together in a bowl and then put a couple ladles worth into the blender, blended it and dumped the blended mixture into a separate bowl. Due to my unnecessary steps, you probably will not make as many dirty dishes as I did here. Or as much of a mess on your countertop.

After the sauce was completed, I got to work on the dough. This part was definitely the most time consuming, partially because I decided to be precise and weigh out my ten dough balls to make sure they were perfectly equal. The dough took some work to come together, but after enough kneading, it got there. This portion of the recipe really only took a measuring cup and a bowl, plus the rolling pin to roll out the dough. I set my dough discs aside.

Finally, when the chicken was cooked through, I was very surprised by how much liquid there was in the Crockpot. In the video, when he goes to shred the chicken after its time in the Crockpot, it’s completely dry. I was perplexed why there was liquid in mine, especially when I actually used 100g more chicken breast than the recipe called for. I didn’t want to add my creamy sauce to it while there was so much watery liquid, but I also didn’t want to dump the liquid out of the Crockpot and waste all the flavor that was probably in there.

So, I got to work shredding the chicken to see if it would absorb more as I went. Sure enough, the liquid did reduce quite a bit after the shredding, which took forever and gave my arms a workout. I decided to let the chicken and liquid keep cooking with the lid off for a little bit to see if some of the liquid would cook off or evaporate, and when it finally got decently reduced, I went ahead and added the creamy sauce mixture and all the mozzarella cheese.

It ended up shaping up nicely, and looked like the mixture in the video. All in all, it worked out, it just took extra time. To be fair, the video said cook on high for 2-3 hours and I only did two since the chicken was up to temp.

For the dough discs, I definitely overstuffed the first one, and some of the filling spilled out into the skillet while cooking it. After the hot pocket had been thoroughly browned on both sides, I figured it was done, but when I cut into it, the dough hadn’t cooked all the way through. Though the outside was brown and crispy, the inside was pretty much raw dough. If it had been cooked any longer, though, the outside would’ve burned. I wasn’t sure how to get the inside fully cooked without burning the outside, so this was certainly a predicament.

Plus, my hot pockets were much more oddly shaped than the ones in the video. I couldn’t get a consistent shape and kept second guessing how much filling to put in. It also was pretty time consuming trying to form the hot pockets, and I ended up tearing like two of them. I was definitely frustrated by now, it felt like nothing was working out and I was messing everything up.

After taking a breather and finally eating one of the hot pockets that was cooked through mostly well enough, I am sad to report it was pretty mid. It was fine, but definitely not as good as I had hoped, and definitely not worth fifty dollars and a few hours of work. Though if you consider the fact you get ten hot pockets out of this recipe, it’s only five dollars per hot pocket if you spend fifty on ingredients. I guess that’s not too bad, but I think my feelings of disappointment overshadowed the value of being able to freeze the majority for later.

I will say that there was a pretty decent amount of the chicken filling leftover, whether it’s because I filled the hot pockets the wrong amount or not remains to be seen, but I did like putting the leftover chicken mixture in a tortilla instead. Honestly my main issue with this recipe was the dough. Having the chicken mixture by itself or in a different carb vehicle actually improved my eating experience, I think.

So I would say if you make this recipe, don’t make the dough, and just find something else to put the chicken in, or eat it by itself. Though, there will be less protein in the recipe since the dough was made with protein yogurt. I think that’s worth the trade, though.

Overall, I don’t think I’ll be making this recipe again, but it wasn’t terrible or anything.

Do you like Buffalo chicken? Have you tried Oikos protein yogurt in any of their sweeter/fruitier flavors? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

The Music Studio 2.0

2026-Jan-21, Wednesday 22:05
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Posted by John Scalzi

Some of you will remember that as a pandemic project I went and made a music studio in my basement. It was a lot of fun, and very cool — but too cool, as our basement is endemically cold, even in the summer, and spending more than a half hour in there is liable to set one’s teeth a-chatter. It ended up limiting the amount I used my studio area; for the last in year in particular I was more likely to record something at my kitchen’s center island than I was in my studio space in my basement.

Fast forward to today, and now I have a new set-up, in the room that was previously Athena’s bedroom. She doesn’t need the room anymore — she has a whole house now — and the room is nicely heated (and in the summer, cooled) and also literally ten feet from my current home office. I’ve done an initial setup, which you can see above. There’s more to be done, including bringing up some more musical equipment from the basement, most notably the drumset, but the setup here is good enough to start recording.

That is, once I get the current novel done. First things first. I consider this a bit of motivation.

— JS

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Posted by Athena Scalzi

It would stand to reason that the highest-grossing animated film of all time would be more well-known, yet it seems that Ne Zha 2 remains unknown to practically every single person I’ve talked to about it. It’s especially wild to think how many people have never even heard of the film when you consider the fact that it’s #5 on the list of highest-grossing movies of all time, right underneath Avatar and its sequel, Avengers: Endgame, and Titanic.

Not only did Ne Zha 2 become the king of all animated movies, but sits proudly in the top five of all movies. Is that not absolutely wild? So why is no one talking about it?

And I know you’re probably thinking, well of course people are talking about it, haven’t you seen all the articles over it in The New York Times, seen the ratings on Rotten Tomatoes, etc.?

Listen, journalists don’t count as people. What I mean when I say no one is talking about it, is if you go into work and you ask your coworker Becky if she’s seen any good movies lately, chances are she’s not saying she threw on Ne Zha 2 with original Chinese audio.

If you walk up to literally anyone on the street and ask “have you heard of Avengers: Endgame or perhaps Titanic?” chances are not only have they heard of it, they’ve probably seen it. So why is it not the same answer when you ask if they’ve heard of Ne Zha?

Anyways, I’m here to tell you about this incredible film, since I’m guessing even if you’ve heard of it, you might not have seen it yet, as it’s only available through streaming on HBO Max (and there’s no Chinese audio if you watch it on there).

Ne Zha 2 is an absolutely amazing film with the most spectacular animation and passion behind it. It is a true feast for your eyes, with practically every moment being worthy of being a desktop background. So often I found myself saying “oh my god that’s absolutely insane” in regards to the art and animation. Even if the story was downright terrible (which it isn’t), it would still be worth sitting through the almost two and half hours of the movie just for the art.

While I do really like Ne Zha, its sequel is better in every way. Ne Zha 2 has less childish humor that the first one suffers from, a more intricate and interesting story, develops its characters and their relationships better, and of course, superior animation.

Ne Zha is one of those movies where the last half hour makes sitting through the first hour of the film worth it, where as Ne Zha 2 is all gas no brakes. Ne Zha 2 had my jaw on the floor the entire time.

I want to talk about the story, but I don’t know how I can without just spoiling the entire movie! It’s such a… let’s say, involved plot. There’s a lot going on, and if you’re unfamiliar with Chinese mythos and gods, it can feel sort of overwhelming. Almost like when you start reading a high fantasy novel and you’re having a hard time keeping all the proper nouns straight in your head.

I honestly find it easier to keep names and places straight when the subtitles are on (which, if you watch it in Chinese, chances are you’ll probably have them on anyways).

I personally prefer the original Chinese, as I find the mouths not matching up with the English dub distracting and a lot of lines are delivered oddly in an attempt to make the mouths fit the words better.

One of the reasons I love Ne Zha and its sequel is because of its originality. So many movies that come out these days are revivals of old franchises, “live-action” remakes of old classics, and just stuff we’ve seen a hundred times before. Ne Zha and Ne Zha 2 feel so much more unique and interesting than any animated movies has felt for me in a long time.

I find it unfortunate that truly the only reason it feels like no one has heard of it is because it’s a foreign film. That’s really all it comes down to is that it’s a Chinese film, and Americans don’t consume a lot of foreign media. America pumps out so much media that foreign gems can sometimes get lost in translation.

I’ve been intentionally vague about the plot this whole time because it really feels like something you should just experience without knowing too much about it. It’s a wild ride, and one I went into pretty blind, and recommend the same for you.

If you want to watch it with the Chinese original audio with English subtitles, my best recommendation is to buy it on YouTube since HBO Max only has the English dub. I know, it sucks buying movies on YouTube, mostly because they can remove it from your library at any time and you don’t get your money back, but this is unfortunately the era of streaming monopolies and whatnot that we live in. Consuming media is difficult even though that’s all any company wants us to do.

Have you seen Ne Zha or Ne Zha 2? Did you manage to catch either in theaters? Are there any foreign films you like that you feel like most people haven’t heard of? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

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Posted by John Scalzi

Three times in the last week I’ve gotten inquiries from authors, about email from an account purporting to be me. This account praised their book in a very “AI” fashion and tried to get them to write back to the account, with the end goal, no doubt, of scamming them out of money via “marketing services” or some such. These authors, quite reasonably, wanted to confirm that the email they got sent was a scam.

I was happy to confirm it, and was happy that they checked rather than allow themselves to be taken in. Nevertheless, this is one of those times where it will be useful to have a post dealing with it that I can point people to (and other people can point people to as well). So here it is, in convenient list form.

1. If I were going to contact you, about anything, it would be from my actual email address and not any other. If you get an email from “me” from any other domain, it’s not me. If you’re not sure, even though I just told you now, you can email me at my actual address and I will tell you. Actually what I will probably do is link you to this post. Hi! You’re not the first person to have a scam attempted on them!

(If you do get a suspicious email that appears to be from my actual address, and you want to double-check: one, make sure the actual reply address matches mine, and two, you can send me a brand new email, not as a reply, saying “hey, was this really from you?” I don’t mind you checking.)

2. No, I almost certainly have not contacted you to tell you privately how great your book is. I probably haven’t read your book (sorry) unless I’ve been contacted by your publisher/editor/publicist about the possibility of blurbing it. If that’s the case, the blurb would be going through that channel, not to you directly.

Conversely, if I don’t like your book, I’m not going to email you about that, either, because I’m not that kind of asshole. Similarly, I will never email you offering suggestions about how to make the work better, because that’s not my job, and also the book is already published, it’s too late for that.

The point of the scam person buttering you up (or negging you, depending) is to get you to start a conversation where they will segue into offering a “service” of some kind, which would entail you sending money, and them taking it and running off with it. Don’t fall for any of that.

3. If I had read your book outside of blurbing and thought it was terrific, it’s extremely unlikely I would contact you directly about it, and not just because I couldn’t be bothered to track down your email. What I would do is praise it publicly, through this site and/or social media. Why publicly instead of privately? Because that’s what would do the most good for you — to tell other people they should look out for your work, and maybe even buy it. That’s how you help other writers in the age of social media: Tell people about them.

4. Outside of you (or anyone else) purchasing my books, I neither want nor need your money. Likewise I don’t use any publishing, marketing or promotion services outside of my publishers. Additionally, I myself do not offer any editing/consulting services directly to other writers. To top it all off, I would never ever just randomly pull up in your email about any of the above. I am both too lazy, and have too much to do, for any of that. So if you see “me” doing any of that crap, it’s not me.

5. Nearly all of the above can be applied to pretty much any “big name” writers that scammers will impersonate to gain your trust and from there, your money. You know what, most of us just don’t have time for individual outreach, and if we did, we’re not going to segue into trying to offer you publishing-related services. We have books to write and our own things to deal with.

Now, some authors do offer consulting, or do workshops, or other things. What they are not likely to do, and what should be a red flag for you, is track you down individually and offer that service directly. They will do it via their sites, or announcements through social media, or through their newsletters, etc. Beware that “personal outreach.”

6. I don’t typically encourage writers to use “AI” for anything — do your own work, it’s better that way — but here’s one thing you can do: Go to ChatGPT, or Gemini, or any other “AI,” and enter the following prompt: “Write me an email to [Your Name] telling them in no more than 150 words how awesome their book [Your Book Title] is.” Put in your name and your book title where directed, and hit enter. There, now you have an idea a) what “AI” praise looks like, so you will recognize it in a scam email, b) how fast a scammer can now produce an individualized piece of praise.

It feels good to get praise! It feels even better to get praise from someone who is, to some degree or another, successful in the field! This is why these scammers do this. They want to get past your defenses and aim for your money. The better you understand how this fake “praise” is generated, and how quickly it can be generated, the better armed you will be against it.

7. Does it feel like a scam? It’s a scam. Are you not sure if it’s a scam? It’s a scam. Absolutely certain it’s not a scam? My friend, I have some real bad news for you.

8. This should in no way preclude you, as a writer or a fan (or both!), from sending a nice email to a writer telling them how much you enjoyed their work. Write it yourself — don’t have an “AI” do it, come on now — and I recommend being brief. It is actually nice for writers to get positive email about their work from real people.

Likewise, if you are a writer, you don’t have to mistrust every complimentary email you get. In a short enough time, it becomes clear which emails are from actual people, and which ones are “AI”-generated scams (hint: the real emails tend to be more endearingly awkward). But if that “big name” shows up in your email box, it’s not only okay to give it heightened scrutiny, it’s actually necessary to do it.

— JS

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Untitled

2026-Jan-19, Monday 13:38
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‘He’d atoned for sins he hadn’t committed in the name of a God he didn’t like, and he couldn’t understand why the experience gave him peace.’
— Bari Wood, The Tribe

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What The Hades?

2026-Jan-18, Sunday 21:54
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Passage to Pluto

By Hugh Walters


5...

I recently attempted to do an on-line CBT/mindfulness stress-reduction course.

Apparently, it is possible to relieve stress by imagining that your anxieties are an orange and letting the orange gently float away into a relaxing sunset. You have to imagine the texture of the orange and the colour of the fruit-bowl and what kind of relaxing beach the sun is setting over.

I assume that this works for some people or the therapists wouldn’t keep selling it.

The main thing I discovered from the course was that I didn’t have a visual imagination.

Come to think of it, I must have known that already. So the main thing I discovered from the course is that some people do have one.

I definitely know what oranges look like. If I appeared in a court and was asked to describe one orange in particular, I could state some solid facts about it. “There was a blue spot near the stalk, your honour. I thought that was odd at the time.”

But forming a mental picture of the orange and holding it before my mind’s eye: and then adding the tree, the sunset, the yellow bird and the tallyman tallying his bananas entirely eluded me? The best I could achieve was brief mental orange shaped snapshots amid the encroaching darkness.

Is this normal? Is this common? Is there a three letter abbreviation that I can apply for?

For the record, I found that breathing in through my nose to the count of six and then slowly blowing the seeds off an imaginary dandelion made me as calm as I am ever likely to be.

I suppose that this disability—or perhaps it is a superpower—affects the way I read and the kinds of books I enjoy. It might explain why I find “difficult” books like the Silmarillion relatively approachable, and approachable books like Conan the Freebooter relatively difficult.

It would also explain why I like fiction where someone has taken the trouble to actually draw the pictures he wants me to see, instead of leaving me to do all the hard work for myself, or “comics” as we used to call them.

I have talked before about book-memes on Facebook: I have even insinuated that the "Reading is Brilliant" threads are often implicitly anti-literate. You tell me that books are magical devices that carry me away to places I have never been where I will meet people who are more real to me than my friends and family. I am apt to reply “Are they bollocks!” I tell you that Tolkien’s archaic prose and Salman Rushdie’s oblique metaphors are the exact things which make them both in their different ways great writers. I fully understand why you want to reply that I have taken all the fun out of reading. Across such a chasm, no bridge can be constructed. If you enjoy being physically present in Victor Frankenstein’s laboratory, experiencing all the smells and textures and sounds of dissected corpses and arcane machinery, you don’t want to hear Mr Pedant telling you to pay attention to the actual words Mrs Shelley used to describe it. Or, indeed, pointing out that she didn’t.

I blame school teachers. For everything. Many people of my shape and demeanour are unable to quite shake the belief that football is primarily an excuse for big kids to kick little kids in the shins and a pretext for repressed adults to look at teenagers in states of undress.We don’t quite literally believe it, but we feel in our guts that it must be true. And some people enjoyed Eng. Lit. almost as much as I enjoyed PE. It must as strange to them that I would pay money to watch actors performing Shakespeare as it is to me that they would pay money to watch other people doing a kick about on a field.

It's a prejudice. But not everyone realises it's a prejudice. Some people think that “I had to sing boring hymns at infant school” is a theological position.

Miles Kington said that the trouble with O Level French was that O Level French is not the language that French people actually speak. I think that school PE did sometimes involve the playing of a game that was in some respects quite similar to the one that football fans enjoy. But school English was largely detached from anything the normal theatre-goer or the normal novel-reader would engage in voluntarily. I don’t know what the normal poetry reader does. Is there even such a beast? Or is poetry written by the sorts of people who write poetry for the benefit of the sorts of people who publish and review poetry books? You can fill a medium sized coffee shop with people who want to hear actual vernacular performance poems, but that wouldn’t be caught dead between the covers of a school anthology.

Now, obviously, speaking for myself, I like thinking about books. I like writing about books. I like reading books about books (“criticism”). I even like reading books about books about books (“critical theory”). Whether we are talking Demons of the Punjab or a Passage to India, I have no truck at all with people who say “You ought not to think about this: you ought to just allow it to wash over you.” ("It's just a TV show! Just a piece of entertainment! The whale is just a whale and he said her hair was red because red is the colour her hair actually was!") But I think it is a really bad idea to think about a book before you have read it, or instead of reading it. I think it is an error to suppose that Dickens wrote David Copperfield mainly to give students raw material for their essays. (A surprising number of people believe that the main reason God wrote the Bible was to give Vicars something to preach sermons about.) I think that your first, second and third reaction to Waiting For Godot ought to be “What a strange, puzzling, fascinating, peculiar play.” I think that it is okay to whistle a catchy tune without wanting to find out what makes a tune catchy. He who breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

But perhaps we are simply talking about people with, and people without, visual imaginations? If the majority of people genuinely can think of an orange when they are told to think of an orange, then presumably, when someone speaks of horses they really do think that they see them, pounding their hoofs in the receiving earth. And if you are in that majority, then the person who tells you to count up how many I-ams Shakespeare put into each of his pentameters and find out what "puissance" means is missing the whole point of the play. You aren’t being taught to play football better: you are being told that you oughtn't to have been "playing" it at all. 

I am not a formalist. I am not claiming that the only things you can definitely say about oranges is that they have three syllables and don’t rhyme with anything. I have just read the latest Knausgaard, The School of Night, which would, incidentally, be an excellent jumping on point for anyone who hasn’t read any Knausgaard and would like to find out what all the fuss is about. It is nominally the fourth volume in his excruciating Morning Star metaverse. I think if I use the search function in my Kindle it may turn out that the main character, Kristin Hadeland, is the John Doe who the agnostic Church of Norway clergywoman buried in volume one. But it stands very independently as a novel; about a student at a prestigious photography school whose art is not appreciated by his contemporaries, who makes a possibly unwise agreement with a mysterious figure, while, incidentally, helping out with a fringe production of Doctor Faustus. He becomes extremely famous and successful but finds that some extremely reckless things done as a young man come back to haunt him in middle age.

It’s a story.

And certainly, I wasn’t “just reading the words”. If you were “just reading the words” of Knausgaard you would go insane. It isn’t true (pace Private Eye) that he ruthlessly chronicles every character’s bowel movements: it is true that if someone is going to have a cup of coffee, there is a serious danger that we will learn about how the granules gradually dissolve in the cup and the milk swirls around in a swirly milky pattern. Which is why the publishers were rather spot on to use the epithet “addictive” to describe the book.

Besides, a hand-held vacuum cleaner was a very useful thing when we left crumbs in places where a big vacuum cleaner was impractical, on the kitchen worktop for instance, or we might make just a small mess somewhere, perhaps we’d spill thirty or forty grains of rice onto the floor when we tipped the bag, and who would go to the cupboard to get the big vacuum cleaner then, which had to be lifted and carried, plugged in and switched on? No, it was much easier to turn to the small one that sat so snugly in the hand and was always at the ready. I lived in the age of hand-held vacuum cleaners, but it didn’t mean I had to bow down to them, just as Giordano Bruno in his day had felt unobliged to bow down to the Catholic Church.

It took only about ten pages to go from “Who is this awful man and why do I care about his awful life?" to peeping out from behind a metaphorical sofa thinking “oh god please don’t you aren’t really going to steal a dead cat from the vet oh…” or indeed screaming “stop agonising go to the police and admit that you failed to report an accident you bloody fool”. In the final section it becomes very clear that a very bad thing indeed is about to happen, and the blow by blow description of the trivial minutiae which are occurring while it is pointedly failing to do so become almost physically painful. I certainly wouldn't want to attempt a GCSE "compare-and-contrast-two-minor-characters" essay about it. I cared far too much about the actual story and wanted far too badly to know what happened next. Did I feel that I was temporarily in Norway? That Kristen was someone I had actually met? Did I feel that my mind was full or oranges, oranger and more orangey than anything I had ever oranged before?

Did I bollocks.


4...

There is, you may be surprised to learn, a point to this.

As you know, we have been engaged for several years in a critical re-reading of the works of Hugh Walters, who was my favourite science fiction writer when I was at primary school. The latest volume is called Passage to Pluto. It is exactly the same as all the others. 

While re-reading the book, I am fairly sure that I had a visual flashback to the pictures I made in my head when I first read the story, I think in the summer of 1972. At the end of the book, three astronauts are saved at the last possible moment from Certain Death by their erstwhile comrade Chris Godfrey. During the rescue, young common northern engineer Tony Hale does something very reckless and dangerous in the engine room. As I read this passage, I distinctly saw the two characters in my head: Tony crawling around the engine room, Chris at the helm of the rescue ship. I could distinctly see their faces. And I observed (can you observe yourself having a memory of a mental construct?) that I was picturing Tony as Stephen (Peter Vaughan) from the Tomorrow People, and that, by a process of elimination, Chris was being played by Nicholas Young, (John), from the same series. 

We have established that I was reading Walters’ books and watching the first run of the TV show, at exactly the same time. I don’t know if some after-the-fact firing of synapses hyperlinked the two aesthetic experiences in retrospect, or if Kid-Andrew was consciously “casting” the characters during his primal reading. Roger Price’s teenaged mutant heroes were at least two-dimensional, where Hugh Walters’ cast are basically cardboard cutouts, so it would make sense to have used the TV show to add a bit of reality to the books. 

Was I remembering stuff I had seen on the telly as a substitute for what the writer failed to describe? Did the spaceships look as if they were made by the BBC visual effects department, tin foil and wires an all? I think they might have done. Did my lack of a mind’s eye force me to lean on stuff I had seen on TV as a ready made source of imagery? Or was mental-picture building something I unlearned through watching too much TV, not a neurological faculty which I happen to have been born without?

I think these are excellent questions. What happens when we read a book. Just how do our brains transmute words into emotions? Do some people really experience reading as hallucination, or is this just a rhetorical exaggeration? Was I exaggerating when I talked about the orange? 

It’s all very interesting. Which is just as well, because Passage to Pluto really isn’t.

3...

Hugh Walters’ books are ostensibly rip-roaring adventures about Man’s first tentative steps into Space. But that’s a cover story. From the first volume, what he has really been engaged in has been a theological debate. Can you continue to believe that there is a friend for little children above the bright blue sky when you’ve been as far as Mars and found no sign of Him? Can one person be a man of action, a man of science and also a man of faith? Does the presence or absence of a deity make a difference to the way a human faces Certain Death?

In the previous volume (First Contact?) Walters’ offered an elegant solution to the problem. God literally exists: but He is simply the most highly evolved being in the Universe. Angels are extraterrestrials who occasionally look in on Planet Earth to see that we are evolving correctly. This information is so mind-boggling that in the final chapters of the book, our protagonists’ memories have to be erased.

A lessor theologian might have rested his case at this point. But Walters continues the dialectical process. Passage to Pluto is a riposte to First Contact. The new proposition is “God exists: but the being who exists is not God.”

It is clear that the author's attention is focussed on this question. I don’t think that even the youngest reader could have missed the fact that Passage to Pluto is Hugh Walters by numbers, a reversion to the formula established in Blast Off At Woomera. It’s the kind of plot he could have written in his sleep, and possibly did. Our heroes prepare for launch (page 1-42); they are blasted into space (page 43) there is a Terrible Disaster (page 72) a daring rescue is attempted (page 90); and at the last possible second they are saved (page 120).

Everything comes into focus on page 53. Our hero, Chris Godfrey (now a grounded deputy-director of the space programme) learns that his friends have no way of getting back from Pluto. There is no hope and this time they are quite definitely going to die. 

“Oh God, what shall I do?” Chris prayed, desperately.

And then the idea came.

"And then the idea came." The subject isn’t broached again until the very last page of the novel. The long shot has paid off and the day has beens saved and everyone is safely back on earth. Funny Whiskers, the retired RAF pilot, asks if they are going to “have a wonderful celebration”.

The four young men who had returned safely from the most incredible adventure the world had ever known looked at each other uncomfortably. Chris spoke for all of them. “That can come after” he said “but first we are going to give thanks to God for our safe return".

How does Walters want us to read this? My first thought was that Chris’s mind was not, after all, wiped at the end of the last book: that he (the viewpoint character since the first volume) is aware that the stories now take place in a theistic universe. He has acquired the capacity to invoke the deity at moments of crisis. He is become Neo in the Matrix, a kind of Space Buddha: or at any rate a very Anglican Lensman.  It is astonishingly easy to accidentally add a T to his name while typing this kind of article.

But in fact, I think that Walters intends to refute the message of the last book. Granted the existence of extraterrestrials, one race must by definition be more evolved than all the others; and since we are all agreed that evolution means improvement and that improvement implies moral advancement, the most evolved being in the universe must be morally superior to all the others. So we might as well give the most-evolved and most-moral being in the universe the name “God”. But The Most Highly Evolved Being would hardly be the sort of thing you could pray to, and certainly not the kind of being who would care if you went to Mass at the beginning of your mission, or sung hymns of praise in the camp chapel after you came on. The God of religion has nothing to do with the “God” our heroes encountered on Uranus. Proof denies faith and without faith I am nothing. The Most Evolved Being could not have saved the lives of Chris's friends. The Church of England God has apparently done so. Which may be why Whiskers, who originally proposed the M.E.B theory, wants to have a party rather than a church service.

The third possibility is that I am reading slightly too much into this; that Walters has completely forgotten what he wrote in the previous volume; and chucked a couple of Sunday School references in because that’s the kind of thing you expect to find in vaguely improving children’s fiction. But it's much more fun to pretend that isn't the case. 



2...

So: our heroes are blasted to Pluto, partly because it is the only planet they have never visited and partly because the boffins have discovered a mysterious new Planet X out beyond its orbit. The boffins have also invented a new, atomic powered, near light-speed space-ship which can get our heroes to Pluto and back in weeks rather than years. They still have to be put into cryogenic sleep to prevent their being squished by the acceleration. (I am not entirely sure that would work.) The ship is called Pluto One, but there is a back-up ship called Pluto Two. No-one has ever seen a Disney movie.

Chris, the hero of the first thirteen volumes, has stepped back from his role as an astronaut in order to become second in command of the space programme. His friend Morrey has been promoted to boss-astronaut. making him responsible for all the agonising and soul-searching when Certain Death is on the horizon. Chris is, of course, very sad that he is not going into space with his friends. (Did I mention there was a back-up spaceship?) He is also very sad during the training, the launch, and while his friends are on their two week journey. (Did I mention that there was a back-up spaceship?) And of course, when disaster strikes, he is very sad indeed that is not there either to help out or to perish alongside his friends. (Did I mention that there was a back-up spaceship?)

When the Famous Three arrive on Pluto, they discover there has been a Very Bad Accident and they have lost all their fuel. We never find out what the Very Bad Accident was: probably, I don’t know, some sort of meteor strike. (The chances of this are “unimaginably remote...yet it had happened”.) I suppose by this point we know the formula as well as the author and are happy to fast-forward to the Certain Death part of the story. Although the ship is powered by nukes, it uses chemical fuel to turn around and navigate an earthward course. And they can’t escape from the gravitational pull of Planet X (which is a massively dense asteroid, or just possibly a massively dense alien construct). So the crew are faced with an agonising choice between eating three worms or running three times round the playground in the nude, sorry, dying slowly from asphyxiation or quickly by crashing the ship into Pluto.

Did I mention that there was a back up space ship and that Chris was very sad that he couldn’t go into space with his three comrades?

And so, in the final pages, readers are subjected to this kind of thing:

Chris let out an involuntary groan as his body took the full force of the chemical motor’s thrust. ….But it didn’t matter. No matter what his suffering, Chris was determined to do his utmost. He was prepared to go beyond the limit of human endurance in his desperate bid.

And this:

Caution must be thrown to the winds. He would risk ALL in the effort to save his friends.

And this:

Twenty-four thousand miles an hour. Gosh! that would take some slowing down.

And in case we haven’t got the point, this:

It was all or bust! He was going to catch up with Pluto One or die in the attempt.

Meanwhile, back on the the main ship, emotions run understandably high

A flood of admiration and gratitude flowed over the three astronauts. Chris was attempting the impossible in order to save them. Who but Chris could do such a thing?

And, indeed, on earth, where they don’t quite know what is going on:

Sir Billy and the others were staggered at the fate that must have befallen the four young men. ….. Feelings of utter despair spread among the scores of tired men and women in the control room…

It’s all quite exhausting.

1...

The book shows every sign of being unplanned and unrevised. While Chris is risking all to save his friends, we are told, out of the blue, that in between meeting God on Uranus and being blasted to Pluto, our heroes developed an interest in motor racing, and became more than decent amateur drivers: and that the nerve and reflexes needed when going round tight bends in a fact car is quite a lot like the nerve and reflexes needed when accelerating a space ship to save your friends from Certain Death.

It seemed that the amateur racing driver had pulled off another incredible feat by flinging his ship along at breakneck speed, and then applying the brakes at the last split second.

Very probably. But surely this should have come at the beginning of the story, not at the very end? Walters should surely have started the book with Chris dramatically winning the Isle of Mann TT race, leaving the readers asking “I wonder what this has to do with the rest of the story?” Then, in the last pages, when we’ve mostly forgotten the opening, he could have revealed that amateur racing stands you in good stead when you need to push a space ship beyond its operational limits, and we would all have said “Aha!” 

But he doesn’t do that.

Again; after the Daring Rescue, Tony (the naughty, northern, chocolate stealing one) crawls into the engine room to do a certain thing, and is berated by the others for his recklessness. What he has in fact done is set the abandoned ship to crash into Planet X, which results in the destruction of the asteroid. Chris is quite cross and says that they will discuss it in his office when they get back to school. But it turns out a few pages later that, er, Planet X was not only going to mess up the orbit of Pluto (did I mention it had super-strong gravity?) but also of Uranus, Saturn, Jupiter and eventually Earth, so the young scallywag's mischievousness has in fact saved civilisation as we know it. Fair enough. But why didn’t the boffins mention that Civilisation was imperilled? Because it only occurred to the writer at the last minute, that’s why.

In the opening chapters, the crew are very worried about the fact that, what with Einstein and relativity and everything, after four weeks of zooming through space at an appreciable percentage of light-speed, they will be twelve hours out of sync with the people they left behind on earth. There is some speculation about what effect this will have on them. They were, if you remember, quite worried about missing birthdays when they were first put in cryogenic sleep.

The eventual resolution to this philosophical dilemma is, er, nothing.

“What’s happened to the time-slip?” asked Morrey. “I don’t feel any different.” It was true, they had forgotten about this mysterious effect of space travel. “Our time should be twelve hours different from yours,” Tony exclaimed, “but it’s the same.”

Possibly this is a set up for something that will become important in the next volume. Or, possibly, it isn't.

Finally, he have to go through the obligatory Death Row Drama on the Definitely Doomed Ship. This time around the astronauts and the ground crew engage in a more than usually morbid game of suicidal astro chicken. The crew of Pluto One don’t want Chris to sacrifice himself in a futile rescue attempt: so they consider scuppering the ship to make such a gesture pointless. But Chris guesses that that is what they are going to do because it is what he would do if the positions were reversed, so he says he’ll embark on the suicide mission even if they commit suicide first.

“By the way, you fellows,” Whiskers said, “Chris tells me that he’s coming to join you even if it’s only to pick up the pieces.”

And Walters’ writing becomes borderline hysterical:

The argument between the astronauts went on for some time. An outsider would never have guessed from the calm, detached way in which they were discussing the problem that these three young men were trying to decide the manner and timing of their own deaths….

But this position was different. What they had to face was not a sudden catastrophe that would destroy them before they even knew it, but the knowledge that their lives would end in fifteen or sixteen days’ time! With a little help from their computer, they should be able to calculate the precise moment. As leader of the doomed trio, Morrey was determined to set an example. If anyone did crack up—and who could blame him?—he must not be the one.

They play long-distance chess with Whiskers to take their minds off the inevitable, because of course they do. 


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With the exploration of Pluto, there are no new worlds to conquer. Despite having established last time around that interstellar travel is possible via a network of divine gravity beams, Walters isn’t prepared to send our heroes outside the solar system. So you might imagine that we have just tackled the final volume.

But in fact, the series is going to go off in a slightly new direction. And the next volume will offer yet another perspective on the God question.

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Posted by John Scalzi

It comes courtesy of the Cline Observatory at Guilford College (I have used Photoshop here to lower the noise in the image and to raise the relative brightness of the asteroid). The folks there took it as a challenge to find the minor planet with my name on it (figurately, not literally), and having located what looks to be it, compared the image to an earlier image of the same patch of sky to make sure that what they thought as the asteroid was indeed wandering through. Johnscalzi is currently at magnitude 17 (extremely dim), so the fact they managed to image it at all is kind of remarkable.

If you’re looking for it yourself, it’s currently in the vicinity of the constellation of Leo, near the lion’s butt. The precise location, for this or any other day, can be had by going here, then clicking on the “Ephemeris” link near the top, and having done that, clicking the “generate ephemeris” button at the page you’re taken to. It’ll then generate all the information you need to find it. That said, again, it’s at about magnitude 17 right now, so you’ll need a big telescope, or the ability to do time-lapse image stacking, or, probably both.

I have neither at the moment, so I’m thrilled that the folks at the Cline Observatory took a little bit of time out their evening to give it view. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m hugely thrilled to have a minor planet named for me. Being able to see it, even just a little, is also hugely thrilling.

— JS

The Regicide Report

2026-Jan-17, Saturday 16:28
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The Regicide Report, the last novel in the main Laundry Files series, is coming out on January 27th in the US (from Tor.com Publishing) and the UK (from Orbit).

The Regicide Report US cover
The Regicide Report UK cover

If you want to order signed hardcovers, contact Transreal Fiction in Edinburgh. (I believe Mike is currently willing to send books to the USA, but don't take my word for it: check first, and blame Donald Trump if there are customs/tariff obstacles.)

Audiobooks: there will be audio editions. The Audible one is showing a January 27th release date on Amazon.com; Hachette Digital will be issuing one in the UK but it's not showing up on Amazon.co.uk yet. (For contractual reasons they're recorded and produced by different companies.)

Ebooks and DRM: The ebook will be available the same day as the hardcover. Tor.com does not put DRM on their ebooks, but it's anybody's guess whether a given ebook store will add it. (Amazon have been particularly asshole-ish in recent years but are promising DRM-free downloads of purchases will be available from late January.) Orbit is part of Hachette, who are particularly obstreperous about requiring DRM on everything electronic, so you're out of luck if you buy the Orbit edition. (I could tell you how to unlock the DRM on purchases from the UK Kobo store, but then my publisher would be contractually obliged to assassinate me. Let's just say, it can be done.)

What next?

The Regicide Report is the last Bob/Mo/Laundry novel. It's set circa March-May 2015 in the time line; the New Management books are set circa November 2015 through May 2017, so this one slots in before Dead Lies Dreaming.

There may be a Laundry Files short story collection, and/or/maybe including a final New Management novella (it's half-written, but on "hold" since mid-2024), at some point in the future. But not this year or next. (I'm taking time off to get back in touch with space opera.)

None of the above precludes further Laundry Files novels getting written, but it's up to the publishers and market forces. If it does happen, I expect they'll be set in the 2020s in the internal chronology, by which time the Laundry itself is no more (it's been superseded by DEAT), and we may have new protagonists and a very new story line.

No, but really what's next?

I don't know for sure, but I'm currently working on the final draft of Starter Pack, my Stainless Steel Rat homage, and planning yet another rewrite of Ghost Engine, this time throwing away my current protagonists and replacing them with the ones from Starter Pack (who need another heist caper). Do not expect publication before 2027, though! I'm also awaiting eye surgery again, which slows everything down.

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Posted by John Scalzi

Kodak did a brisk business over the holidays with their meme camera, the Charmera, which is tiny enough to fit on a key chain and takes deeply lofi photos, especially in low light. But it cost $30 and as it happens I do need a keychain, so I thought I would try one out and see what I thought.

Inasmuch as every camera must be inaugurated with a picture of a cat, here is the very first photo out of the camera:

And here is a picture of me, with said camera, in my bathroom mirror.

These pictures are pretty terrible! But admittedly they are also inside my house where the lighting is not great. What happens when we go outside?

Nope, still pretty terrible.

Which is to be expected, as this thing comes with a 1.6 megapixel sensor (1440×1080), and the sensor itself is likely the size of a pinhead. You’re not taking pictures with this camera for high fidelity. You’re taking them for glitchy lo-res fun, in as good of lighting as you can get. This also had video, at the same resolution, but you know what, I’m not even going to bother.

In addition to the primary color mode the Charmera has other “fun” modes including ones that add frame and goofy pixel art to your picture, which, you know, okay, why not. You need to bring along your own micro memory card, and it’s a real pain in the ass to get it in, so you will probably never take it out (you can connect it to your computer via USB, which is also how it’s charged), but once it’s in you can take effectively infinite number of pictures because the individual image files are so small.

The UI is not great, the little screen on the back of the camera is too tiny to be of much use, and quite honestly I’m not sure what the use case of this thing is, other than to have it, and possibly give it to an 8-year-old so they can run around taking pictures without running the risk of them damaging anything valuable, like your phone or a real camera.

But, I mean, as long as you know all that going in, yeah, it’s kind of fun. And for $30(ish) bucks, not a huge outlay for trendily pixellated photos. I’ve made worse purchases recently.

— JS

The Academy Is…: 2005

2026-Jan-14, Wednesday 16:35
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The Academy Is…, one of my favorite bands from this century (and yes, I feel old just typing that out), has recorded their first new album in eighteen years, titled Almost There, and will be putting it out in March. In the meantime, here is the first single from the album, “2005,” which is a paean both to that year and still being around more than 20 years later. Speaking as someone whose debut novel came out in 2005: Feel it.

Also if you want to preorder the album and merch, they have a shop.

— JS

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As part of my critique of pro-natalism, I’m looking at the philosophical foundations of the idea. Most of the explicit discussion takes place within the framework of consequentialism (the idea that the best actions or policies are those with the best consequences) and particularly of utilitarianism, broadly defined to say that the best consequences are those which maximise some aggregate function of individual happiness or wellbeing. Other philosophical traditions either avoid the issue (for example Rawls’ theory of justice) or offer little that can illuminate debate over population numbers (for example, virtue ethics).

Looking at the utilitarian analysis immediately creates a puzzle. All the early utilitarians, from Jeremy Bentham to John Stuart Mill supported population limitation. They accepted Malthus’ claim that, in the absence of limitation, population growth would inevitably reduce the great majority of people to subsistence. But unlike Malthus, who used this argument to say that attempts to make the poor better off were futile (he rejected birth control as “vice”) the early utilitarians accepted the desirability of limiting family size.

Most notable among this group was Francis Place. Taking significant legal risks in the repressive climate of the time, Place sought to spread information about contraceptive methods in pamphlets such as Illustrations and Proofs of the Principle of Population (1822).

Importantly, and in contrast to many 20th century Malthusians, Place rejected coercive measures, placing his trust in families to make prudent decisions given access to information and the methods of family planning. Except for his failure (unsurprising at the time) to consider possible conflict within households, Place’s position stands up very well 200 years later.

The classical utilitarians argued for public policies which promoted the welfare of the community to which they applied, on the basis of “each to count for one, and none for more than one”. This applied both to the current population and to the children who would actually be born as a result of their choices, but not to hypothetical additional people who might raise the sum of total utility.

By contrast, contemporary utilitarian philosophy yields bizarre spectacles like “longtermism” which implies that our primary goal should be to produce as many descendants as possible provided that the result is an increase in aggregate utility. This is taking Parfit’s “Repugnant Conclusion”, which I criticised here, to its logical limit.

This is far from the only problem with contemporary utilitarian philosophy. It’s commonly presented as a theory of individual ethics, saying that our actions ought to be those which promote the maximal happiness of everyone affected, giving ourselves the same weight as everyone else. Apart from being impossibly demanding, this prescription seems perfectly designed to produce absurd counterexamples (trolley problems, organ kidnapping etc). As far as I can tell, the original idea of utilitarianism as a public philosophy is sustained only by a handful of philosophers, most notably Bob Goodin [1]

The task of tracing where and when a tradition of thought has gone off the rails is usually complex and ambiguous. But in this case, the answer is amazingly clear-cut. in 1874, one year after the death of JS Mill[3] (the last of the classic utilitarians), Cambridge philosopher Henry Sidgwick published The Methods of Ethics, which became the standard interpretation of utilitarianism, at least in the philosophical literature

In the space of a few pages, Sidgwick introduced all three of the errors I have criticised above,

First, (Book IV 1.1) he states,

By Utilitarianism is here meant the ethical theory, that the conduct which, under any given circumstances, is objectively right, is that which will produce the greatest amount of happiness on the whole; that is, taking into account all whose happiness is affected by the conduct.

Then, in Book IV 1.2

on Utilitarian principles, population ought to be encouraged to increase, is not that at which average happiness is the greatest possible,—as appears to be often assumed by political economists of the school of Malthus—but that at which the product formed by multiplying the number of persons living into the amount of average happiness reaches its maximum.

I had mistakenly inserted a quote here, which I can’t now locate, although I have clear memory of finding it in the Gutenberg edition

Sidgwick asserts these points, and elaborates some of their consequences, but doesn’t really argue for them. Rather, his style of presentation is tight and rigorous, at least by the standards of 19th century philosophy and his tone is authoritative. The result is that even among philosophical critics, most notably GE Moore, his version of utilitarianism became established as the norm.

Superficially, it might seem that modern social welfare theory has taken Sidgwick’s formal approach and given it a mathematical expression. The standard workhorse of this model, the social welfare function, is an aggregate of individual welfare measures, with properties that ensure that the higher the value of the function the better the outcome. But this function is invariably applied in ways that reject Sidgwick’s errors. First, it is used to evaluate public policy, typically in the context of models that do not assume individuals act as disinterest utilitarian ethicists. Second, it is applied to specific fixed populations. Where comparisons are made between populations, they are almost invariably presented in average rather than aggregate terms.

There are plenty of arguments to be made against the utilitarianism of Bentham and Mill. But the starting point for such arguments ought to be a complete rejection of Sidgwick’s errors.

fn1. I got this wrong in my critique of Parfit. Contrary to what I said there, the Sidgwick-style treatment of utilitarianism as a theory of individual ethics does appear to be the most common interpretation, both for advocates and critics.

fn2. Like Bob Goodin (and me, in a sense, since I studied the subject there) an ANU philosopher.

fn3. While Mill developed utilitarianism in important ways, including a break with Bentham’s crude hedonism, and increased emphasis on rules and secondary principles and, nothing in his work suggests the changes introduced by Sidgwick.

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It is undisputed that Leo Strauss (1899 – 1973), a German exile, who, after a long stint at The New School reached prominence at The University of Chicago, became the founder of a ‘school’ of academics who found a home mostly in political theory, but also in literature and philosophy. Most members of the school write on political theory broadly conceived. His writings are dense and not infrequently commentary on books written by long-dead authors (including, it is worth noting, medieval Muslim and Jewish philosophers). Because many of his students, and their students, ended up training public intellectuals, think tankers, and advisors associated with Republican politicians and administrations (including many so-called ‘neo-cons’), the study of Strauss and his school has itself become intensely politicized. There have been Straussians, who have resisted the rightward drift of the school, and (in recent memory) the rise of MAGA (including “Never Trump Straussians” many of whom once associated with the ‘neo-cons’).

I took classes with a number of Straussians at The University of Chicago. In these courses Strauss was never taught. I also played basketball with some of their students. Joseph Cropsey (1919 – 2012), one of Strauss’ earliest American admirers and collaborators and an important Adam Smith scholar, adored my Bullmastiff. He would indulge me in long walks so he could spend time with my dog, and I could ask him questions about his views on Smith. I have written on his work in the philosophy of economics (here).

Later, at Syracuse University, my senior colleague, José Benardete (1928 – 2016), whose brother (Seth Benardete) was one of the more prominent students of Strauss, became a highly valued mentor. During most of our lunches, he talked about Wallace Stevens. José had many intellectual debts to Strauss, which he did not hide in his work, but he had also embarked on an intellectual career that was not confined to political theory. In fact, on my somewhat quixotic interpretation of twentieth-century philosophy, José helped revive the study of metaphysics during the period of positivist dominance within analytic philosophy (alongside others at Syracuse and Rochester). There is an interesting question why David Lewis went all the way to Australia rather than Upstate New York for his intellectual nourishment, but that’s for another occasion.

One of Strauss’ purportedly controversial claims is the idea that many authors figured out ways to communicate multiple messages to heterogeneous audiences. I have put it like that because anyone who has lectured regularly to a large audience of strangers, who one knows have different life-trajectories and educational preparation, not to mention different intelligence, has had to master this skill. Strauss presented the claim in terms of a contrast between exoteric and esoteric writing, and he insisted that in contexts where freedom of speech was not guaranteed, one should expect esoteric writings. While in polemics with the so-called ‘Cambridge school’ in intellectual history, Strauss is usually presented as treating the history of philosophy in a naive, decontextualized fashion, his hermeneutics requires knowledge of the social and political context of an author in order to decode the esoteric message.

But already in 1941, Strauss also intimated that any society may not be welcome to all truths. This undoubtedly irritated his liberal peers.** He also, thereby, invited the thought that his own writings practice the art of esotericism, whose hidden meanings disclose themselves only slowly to the skillful reader.

It’s not entirely surprising, then, that his own school split into different understandings of Strauss’s views and principles. And then there is a further, as it were, downstream split over how these views and principles should be applied to, say, domestic and/or international politics. One such split is the now enduring contrast between West Coast Straussianism (inspired by Harry Jaffa and his students) and  East Coast Straussians. To outsiders it is opaque what the intellectual source of the contrast is beyond the natural rivalry rooted in the desire for recognition. But I think I can point to one of these.

Strauss himself reopened the battle (familiar to scholars of the Early Modern period) between the Ancients and Moderns. Strauss strongly intimated that the purported victory of the moderns was grounded on shaky foundations. The shakiness had become obscured through tradition and intellectual propaganda. In doing this, he was emulating a maneuver that Heidegger (whom Strauss had met) had used with great success inside the academy on the whole philosophical tradition when it comes to the question of being. Whatever else was clear, the Moderns had lowered the standards for Man. There is a whiff of Nietzsche in all of this, and East Coast Straussians often invite the thought that their fondness for the Ancients really is a means to disguise their Nietzschean obsession with higher men and the philosophy of the future. By contrast, the leader of the West Coast long associated with Claremont College (and the Claremont Institute), Harry Jaffa (1918 – 2015) seems to be an unapologetic partisan of the moderns who are vindicated in the person of Lincoln.

One of the very nice features of Laura K. Field’s (2025) Furious Minds: The Making of the MAGA New Right (Princeton) is the documentation of the very broad and intense embrace of MAGA among so-called ‘West Coast’ Straussianism. I have been blogging about this since 2015, but because of her inside knowledge and detailed rapportage, I found it eye-opening. To be sure West Coast Straussianism is not the only intellectual pillar of the MAGA coalition. She also points to integralism (represented by Adrian Vermeule), national conservatism (represented by Yoram Hazony), postliberals (most prominently Patrick Deneen), and what she usefully calls the ‘Hard Right Underbelly.’ What follows is not a book review of her work, but my only high level criticism of it is that through patterns of omission her work minimizes the internationalist dimension of all of these pillars. There is a lot of global copying and sharing of ideas and strategies among international collaborators. MAGA’s megaphone is loudest, but it is not the first mover and often not the source of the ideas or rhetoric promulgated. For example, the great replacement theory is mentioned, but its genealogy is not really explored.

Even so, she leaves us with a kind of puzzle. How could the author of the (1959) Crisis of the House Divided (hereafter Crisis)— who celebrates Lincoln’s embrace of the self-evident truth that all are created equal1 — have become the Godfather of MAGA’s road to perdition? (This is my second post on Crisis; recall the first one.) This is not unfair to ask of her because she returns to Harry Jaffa and the way Crisis (and its representation of Lincoln) is evoked throughout her book, especially when dealing with Jaffa’s heirs within ‘West Coast’ Straussianism, but not only them. It’s also an intrinsically interesting question—as at least I hope to show in what follows.

Field’s answer rests on the idea that Jaffa was a kind of moral zealot who argued from “moral conviction” (p. 39); for whom the founding rests on a “strong moral consensus” (p. 36) with a “singular moral core” (p. 38) and this prevented him from embracing “actual religious pluralism, political liberty and contestation, and philosophical freedom” (p. 38) Now Field admits that she finds his “later writings unreadable” (p. 38) so I want to cut her some slack about how she would answer my question. Jaffa’s later writings, which are often unusually polemical, do seem to be centered on two unpleasant obsessions: first to show his closeness to Strauss and to imply he is the true heir of the Straussian mantle. Second, an uncompromising embrace of the moral teachings implied by traditional natural law not the least in sexual ethics. I find early Jaffa superbly interesting and his account of what looks like Aristotelian natural right in Crisis is subtle; late Jaffa an angry bigot. Yet, Jaffa is not infrequently the most penetrating critic of other conservative thinkers.

Be that as it may, Field’s account deepens the mystery: how do intense moralists end up as the intellectual shock-troopers of Trump? Field addresses this issue when she turns to Charles R. Kesler (one of the intellectual leaders at the Claremont institute). Field is alert to the fact that a potential change of let’s call it ‘elite ideology’ opens up lots of jobs and quick paths of advancement among bold intellectuals willing to get her hands dirty. Field does not ignore the potentially base interests to jump on the MAGA train. But on the whole Field suggests that Kesler is a true believer even if he sometimes has qualms about the means (pp. 162-163). Crucially, on Field’s reconstruction of Kesler’s views there is a sharp contrast between the Founders’ Constitution and the Progressive one, and the latter has wrecked the original (pp. 162-163). And, in particular, what’s needed was a ‘new founding’ and ‘counterrevolution’ (p. 163). Lurking here is, I think, a road to a more satisfying intellectual analysis, one that involves Machiavelli and Willmoore Kendall.

As regular readers know (recall, especially, this post), I am a genuine admirer of Willmoore Kendall’s original interpretation of Locke in his early (1941) [1959] John Locke and the Doctrine of Majority Rule. I very recently learned from Claire Rydell Arcenas’ fascinating (2022) America’s Philosopher that “Kendall’s book was the first full-length study by an American scholar published in the United States that focused specifically on Locke’s political arguments as advanced in his Second Treatise.2 In short, this book treats chapter 1 of the Second Treatise as crucial, and (to simplify) reads Locke as claiming that it is the majority that establishes the nature and content of a society’s rights in light of the majority’s shared view of the common good. (I admire this as a reading of Locke—not, to be sure, as a view we must pursue.) Of course, who on this view constitutes the demos for Locke is a bit restricted.3

In so far as Locke is indeed a big influence on American political thought, this helps explain the rather unliberal nature of nineteenth-century practice and the common good constitutionalism that Adrian Vermeule has found in it. (Vermeule is in the grip of Locke as a liberal view, so he disassociates all of this from Locke.) It also helps explain why eighteenth-century readers as far apart as Blackstone and Condorcet read Locke as a democratic majoritarian (recall this post, also with some salient stuff on Tucker). About that some other time more (since I am working on a Locke-related project with John Trasher now at OSU).

Crisis treats Lincoln’s debate with Douglas as much more central to the character of American self-understanding that Lincoln’s debate with the heirs of Calhoun. And that’s because Calhoun seeks to ground rule in natural inequality. To simplify greatly, Douglas can be made to stand for self-rule in which democratic procedures (if properly followed) become self-legitimating. Lincoln stands for the idea that democracy must be guided by fundamental norms of justice.

So, when in Crisis I was reading Jaffa’s fascinating account (recall) of Douglas’ treatment of ‘popular sovereignty,’ — which is basically a political application of Kendall’s majoritarian Locke — I wondered how Kendall interpreted Jaffa, if at all. (Somewhat unhelpfully, later, after polemics start, Jaffa treats Kendall as a follower of Calhoun—but I am going to leave that mostly aside here.) In Crisis, Kendall is never mentioned. Locke doesn’t figure much more prominently; he is mentioned only to register Locke’s criticism of slavery (p. 75), and to note in the context of Lincoln’s criticism of Tawney (and Dred Scott) and Douglas that the Founding generation understood the Declaration’s embrace of human equality at all times and places as (to simplify) evoking Locke. (Crisis, pp. 314-315)

Kendall’s review of Jaffa appeared in The Conservative Affirmation (Regnery 1963; I’ll be quoting from a 2022 reprint).4 Between 1947-1961, Kendall (1909 – 1967) had been at Yale (where he was one of Buckley’s mentors). Yale eventually bought out Kendall’s life-time tenure, and Kendall eventually moved to Dallas for the remainder of his life. As we can surmise from the Strauss-Kendall correspondence (reprinted in Willmoore Kendall: Maverick of American Conservatives; hereafter Maverick),5 Kendall had a drinking problem and must have been a (ahh) challenging colleague. He himself clearly despised many of his colleagues. Because Burnham had left the academy, Kendall and Strauss were the only major non-libertarian intellectuals on the American right  unmoved by Burkean conservatism. So, there is a natural affinity between them. (Strauss’ politics are not so easy to discern, but his correspondence with Kendall shows he was not an admirer of New Deal liberalism.)

Kendall learned of Strauss between 1947 (when Strauss’ essay (here) on Rousseau appeared) and 1949, when Kendall writes Strauss that his “piece on Rousseau” gave him “quite a jolt” (Maverick, p. 191). But at the start of 1959, Kendall becomes a rather deferential admirer of Strauss after he reads Strauss’ (1958) Thoughts on Machiavelliwhich he reviews for Philosophical Review in 1966 (here). Reading Strauss also leads Kendall to revise his own reading of Locke (here). At the start of the original version of Crisis, Jaffa alerts the reader that Strauss was his supervisor. So, undoubtedly Kendall reads Crisis, in part, in light of Thoughts on Machiavelli, as shall I.

There is no mention of Machiavelli or Machiavellian terminology in Crisis nor in Kendall’s review of Crisis. (Jaffa’s much later book, A New Birth of Freedom: Abraham Lincoln and the Coming of the Civil War, does make the connection to Machiavelli more explicit.) But as Kendall surmises, one of the central themes of Crisis is that the constitutional “system elaborated by the Framers” contains a “Caesarist potential.” (The Conservative Affirmation, p. 331). And the question is how can this danger be dissolved. This is a topic that stayed with Jaffa and Jaffa is by no means unique (recall this post, too). As I have remarked elsewhere, the diagnosis that the American system of government is vulnerable to Caesarism is shared by thinkers as far apart as Woodrow Wilson and Vincent Ostrom (recall here). The real mystery is why Americans have refused to tackle the problem (other than imposing term limits on the President and some weak sauce Watergate-era reforms).

Be that as it may, in his review Kendall elaborates on the theme as follows:

As for the status of Abraham Lincoln vis-à-vis the Signers and Framers, Jaffa’s Lincoln sees the great task of the nineteenth century as that of affirming the cherished accomplishment of the Fathers by transcending it. Concretely, this means to construe the equality clause as having an allegedly unavoidable meaning with which it was always pregnant, but which the Fathers apprehended only dimly…

Jaffa’s Lincoln (and Jaffa) has a crystal-clear answer to these questions: Caesarism can be avoided, and the take-over by passions at the expense of reason circumvented, only through the ministrations and ultimate self -immolation of an anti-Caesar, himself as indifferent to power and glory as Caesar is avid for it—an anti-Caesar capable of transforming the fundamental affirmations of the Signers and Framers into a political religion that men can live by. (Kendall, p. 331; emphasis in original)

This is a fine reading of Crisis. However, in Kendall’s hands, Jaffa’s Lincoln becomes a Christlike figure. And while this is surely intended by Jaffa, too, Kendall downplays the degree to which Jaffa treats Lincoln as the exemplary magnanimous type who struggles to prevent the rise of an American Alcibiades. Either way, Kendall is right that for early Jaffa (in Crisis) the Constitution was defective in non-trivial ways and had to be transcended (even if Jaffa also notes that political necessity shaped some of the Constitution’s original features not the least all the compromises over slavery).6

While Kendall thinks Jaffa’s Lincoln successfully transcended the Framers (p. 332), on his view Crisis does not imply that Lincoln eliminates the Caesarism inherent in the Constitution. This is correct as an interpretation of Jaffa (and reality).

Now, against Jaffa, Kendall proposes to understand “Lincoln” as “the Caesar Lincoln claimed to be trying to prevent.” (p. 333)7 In particular, and crucially for my present purposes, Kendall worries that Jaffa might have launched “the nation, upon a political future the very thought of which is hair-raising: a future made up of an endless series of Abraham Lincolns, each persuaded that he is superior in wisdom and virtue to the [Founding] Fathers, each prepared to insist that those who oppose this or that new application of the equality standard are denying the possibility of self-government, each ultimately willing to plunge America into Civil War rather than concede his point—and off at the end, of course, the cooperative commonwealth of men will be so equal that no one will be able to them apart.” (The Conservative Affirmation, pp. 332-333)

I have no idea if Marcuse and Kendall knew of each other’s writing. Either way, Kendall’s lines are written during the rise of the civil rights movement, which, unlike Jaffa, Kendall finds it altogether difficult to have any warmth toward. So, Kendall is definitely not the hero of my story. But he is prescient in seeing that Jaffa’s position (“endless series of Abraham Lincolns”), rather than closing the door to Caesarism in American life, actually opens the door to those who might have missed it to a permanent series of ‘New Princes’ engaged in ‘re-foundings.’8 To Kendall’s credit, he also saw the danger of American Bonapartism (as I prefer to call it), and he is fairly unusual in being a principled defender of the legislative branch in the American system (and shockingly rare for this stance on the American political right). [This is why I am interested in Kendall.]

One way to understand Claremont’s embrace of MAGA is that they have found their New Prince to accelerate the path toward a proper refounding. If I had recognized the Machiavellian background, I could have seen this in real time. Because in September 2016 (my first post on Michael Anton’s Flight 93 essay, when his identity was not known yet), I noted that if he “is right that the status quo is heading us off the cliff, then it seems we are given the choice to step off the cliff quickly (Trump) or in slow motion (Clinton).”

And so, and get to the real point — and, thereby, tie together a lot of dots that had been puzzling me over the years — if your diagnosis is that what America needs is a New Prince rather than preventing its rise, you will argue not just for a disruptive president, but for a presidency relatively unchecked by others and so capable of being engaged in a re-founding or to make it possible.

To be clear, Jaffa does not imply that Lincoln is the originator of the imperial presidency. All he shows in Crisis is that the possibility is inherent in the Constitution, and at least sometimes desirable. But his (‘Claremont;) students, prominent Federalist judges, and even many of the East Coast Straussians did, in fact, and relentlessly promoted an imperial presidency.9 In Russell Vought (hereand here), the Machiavellianism and the imperial presidency of the “Radical Constitutionalism” are fully out in the open. And so here we are descending into structural regime-change, hurtling toward our own moment with destiny.

** Later he and his students went on to annoy his social scientific colleagues, but that’s for a different time.

  1. Here’s Field: “Against Douglas’s majoritarian claims about popular sovereignty and the rights of states to decide their own fates with regards to slavery, Jaffa argued, Lincoln mounted a much weightier moral argument about the meaning of freedom and equality, as defended in the Declaration of Independence, and their radical incompatibility with the practice of slavery.” (p. 34) I am not sure I would put Jaffa’s interpretation of Douglas in terms of the ‘rights of states;’ the first half of that sentence should maintain the emphasis on popular sovereignty.
  2. America’s Philosopher: John Locke in American Political Life (The University of Chicago Press, p. 151)
  3. George W. Carey “Willmoore Kendal and the Doctrine of Majority Rule,” John Alvis “The Evolution of Willmoore Kendall’s Political Thought” and, especially, “John A. Murley’s On the ‘Calhounism’ of Willmoore Kendall” all included in Willmoore Kendall: Maverick of American Conservatives (hereafter Maverick) ed. by Murley & Alvis (Lexington, 2002) are all very helpful on the evolution of Kendall’s majoritarianism.
  4. It’s possible there was an earlier publication of Jaffa’s review.
  5. See note 3. I thank Jeffrey Bernstein for alerting me to this correspondence.
  6. My parenthetical here also implies that on the relationship between Lincoln and the Founders there is actually much less change between Crisis and A New Birth of Freedom than is commonly suggested.
  7. In wider context, Kendall gives rise to the idea that he would have been sympathetic with the Southerners and so it not wholly strange that in polemics Jaffa accused Kendall of Calhounism here.
  8. See also Murley, op. cit., Maverick: p. 127.
  9. Here I agree with Murley, op. cit. Maverick, p. 129 and p. 139 n. 107. Field’s lack of discussion of the advocacy of an imperial presidency, including (alas) by East Coast Straussians that (to their credit) became Never Trumpers, is a lacuna in her argument.

A Minor Planet, a Major Thrill

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Posted by John Scalzi

Our solar system has eight major planets, nine if you believe that Pluto Was Wronged. It also has literally thousands of minor planets, which are also colloquially known as asteroids, many of which reside in the “asteroid belt” between Jupiter and Mars. I learned some time ago that the International Astronomical Union, through its Working Group on Small Bodies Nomenclature, will give some of these minor planets, usually designated by number, an actual name. What kinds of names? Sometimes of geographical locations, sometimes of observatories, sometimes of fictional characters like Spock or Sherlock Holmes, sometimes of scientists (or their family members), and sometimes, just sometimes, they’re named after science fiction authors.

Like minor planet 52692 (1998 FO8), henceforth to be known as “Johnscalzi”:

This little space potato is a Main Belt Asteroid whose orbit is comfortably between Jupiter and Mars, has a diameter of about 10.7 kilometers, and has a “year” of about 5 years, 8 months and 10 days. If I start the clock on a ScalziYear today, it’ll be New ScalziYear’s Day on September 22, 2031. Plan ahead! If you want to look for Johnscalzi, the link above will tell you where it is, more or less, on any given day, but at 10km across and an absolute magnitude of 12.19 (i.e., really really really dim), don’t expect to find it in your binoculars or home telescope. Just know that it there, cruising along in space, doing its little space potato-y thing.

How do I feel about this? My dudes, dudettes and dudeites, I am so unbelievably stoked about this I can’t even tell you. It’s not an exaggeration to say this was something of a life goal, but not a goal that was in my control in any significant way. I suppose it might be possible to buy one’s way into having an asteroid named for you, but I don’t know how to do that, and I wouldn’t even if I did. How much cooler to be tapped on the shoulder by the International Astronomical Union, and to be told, here is a space potato with your name. I can die happier now than I could have a day ago. To be clear, I don’t plan to die anytime soon. But when I do, if they’re shooting remains into space that point, now they will have a place to aim me at.

Also cool: The name of the asteroid that’s in the catalogue next to mine. We geeked out about it on the phone just now. We’re Space Potato Pals!

Anyway, this is how my day is going. It’s pretty great. Highlight of the year so far, for sure.

— JS

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Posted by Chris Armstrong

For the last year or so, left-leaning UK voters have been subjected to the looming nightmare that Reform – a bunch of xenophobes and welfare-state-slashers – might form the next government. There has been very little silver lining to this. The one bit of schadenfreude to be gleaned is the impending annihilation of the Conservatives as an electoral force. For someone (like me) who grew up in the 80s, this is really quite the thing – even if what they come to be replaced by might be even worse.

It is becoming more and more up for question, though, whether Reform are replacing the Tories at all, or merely reinventing them under a new name. There are two elements to this. First, as Reform realises it might have to govern soon, it is walking back some of the more batshit elements of its programme (though many remain!), and at least attempting to talk the talk of administrative competence. It is moving closer in several respects, that is, to a more conventional Tory position, even as the Tories lurch to the right. Second, recall that one of Reform’s major structural problems is a lack of would-be MPs and ministers who are in any way competent. The people who have been elected as local councillors have made them a continual laughing-stock.

To some extent this hole is being plugged by constant defections of former Tory ministers (no, I’m not claiming these people are competent! But they are trumpeted, at least, as showing the party has experience and gravitas). But every former Tory minister who joins (today it was Nadeem Zahawi, tomorrow who knows?) raises the question of whether Reform are killing the Tories, or saving them by giving them a new flag to wrap themselves in. Would a Reform government be, in personnel and to some degree in platform, that distinguishable from the kind of Tory government Truss might have led if she hadn’t gone down in flames so quickly?

This also prompts questions about whether the continual defections of prominent Tories to the party might, at some point, be noticed by some of their prospective voters. Reform holds together a fractious coalition of voters, many of whom do not consider themselves Conservatives and might indeed hate the Conservatives (it is, remember, a protest party above all, and protest parties are not meant to be fond of people who have until recently spent years in government). As more and more Tory grandees join the ranks, might the coalition start to fracture?

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