How do you not be a “right-wing fascist?” As a writer, I mean.
I ask this because such is a judgment “against” my favorite author, Robert A. Heinlein.
Alternately, Heinlein is known for being a “long-haired liberated type” after writing the college student cult classic Stranger In A Strange Land. Still, the shorthaired fascist image is the one that seems to stick. In fact, according to the Internet, when that Dutch director who made Robocop made the feature Starship Troopers, based on the novel of the same name, he couldn’t, due to his distaste, finish reading the book. Hence, says the web, his film had a satirical tone.
I dimly recall the 1950’s Starship Troopers being written when the public felt baffled and helpless before a new unprecedented rise in juvenile delinquency. I’m not sure if delinquency has since returned to pre-war levels or if we’ve merely learned to normalize it. At any rate, I think Heinlein had intended to be earnest, not satirical. Or had he?
It was Heinlein who said that sf, written science fiction, (not Hollywood) could be more broadly known as “speculative fiction.” To me this means an author could take opposing ideas, mutually exclusive ideas, and then speculate with various novels. For example, write one novel where people are informed self-reliant Boy Scouts in a sort of Roman republic, then another where people say, “What’s the use?” in a wimpy Roman empire, and yet another where they are truly wimps, screwed if ever The Machine Stops. (E. M. Forster 1909) None of his novels would necessarily represent the belief of the writer.
Of course, life is more fun if both literary critics and eager readers like me can pretend to discern the beliefs and philosophy of a writer from just his or her writing—but we can’t, of course. I really want to believe, but—: Recently Orson Scott Card has created controversy by his actions against gays; people are saying everyone should boycott the Superman comics he is scripting. I am surprised because I really like Card's Ender series, especially the books where Ender is gentle middle-aged man. I even underlined parts. I thought Card’s writing suggested a likeable writer of deep psychological insight and compassion, which would rule out his being cruel to gays. (Note: Scientists say being gay is not a choice… then again, the same scientists believe in the theory of evolution)
I know of another male writer, who shall be nameless here because the public hasn’t twigged yet, a man who has written of very Loving characters—in fact, his straight males can say the “L” word—but his nonfiction essays show him as a jerk… Now I wonder if maybe another nice writer, Paul Gallico, back in the 1960’s, anticipated the Card controversy. Gallico was a best-selling author in his day. He wrote a short novel where a lonely orphan girl joins a traveling one-man puppet show. The puppet master is pathetically cruel to her, and he controls his puppets to be very nice to the girl… Truly, people are a mystery.
As for Heinlein, his private life he kept private, so presumably people who judge him fascist do so from his work in general, and not just from a single book like Starship Troopers. I generally like his stuff. So what could I or another writer do, to avoid the same right wing fascist label? What could Heinlein have done differently? The question, invoking his book titles, makes an interesting thought experiment.
In Red Planet, subtitled A Colonial Boy on Mars, the teen hero is present at a town hall meeting: Reading about it was my first exposure to Robert’s Rules of Order. Part of the meeting involved “What should be the age of majority?” (Voting) a theme returned to in Starship Troopers. It seems Heinlein believes in participation, as in his novel Double Star (which surely inspired the 1993 film Dave) where the characters, none of whom are politicians, all enjoy being party members and participating in democracy.
What is the opposite then, for me, to avoid being labeled fascist? Better to write of a hero in a “what’s the use?” society where only an elite participate and the average guy, to paraphrase me at work, thinks, “I only live here.” As many sf writers do.
In Rocketship Galileo the teen friends, because of one boy’s father, learn to be properly scientific, keeping careful notes for their hobby of rocket experiments. In Have Spacesuit—Will Travel the hero, thanks to intervention by his father, takes better, harder courses in high school after deciding to become an engineer. In Space Family Stone the brothers plan to become asteroid prospectors until their grandmother convinces them there is more money in selling to the prospectors: They become entrepreneurs. It seems Heinlein believes older competent folks are responsible to help younger folks have goals and become competent in their turn. Maybe that’s elitist. And fascist.
The opposite of hard goals would be all the young adult novels of my formative years—or almost all. One man wrote about a boy on his school wrestling team, without even saying whether or not the boy wins his tournament at the end of the book, because the point was to show the boy making an effort. The author said he wrote it as a protest: As he noted, all the other teen characters of my formative years, the longhaired 1960's and 70's, were non-ambitious. Maybe not losers, but certainly non-winners. Maybe to write about plain non-winners is to be safely non-fascist.
In Starman Jones a passenger starcruiser, a “love boat,” is marooned, and then responsible civilians, as well as the crew, are armed with pistols and rifles from the weapons locker. Pistols are commonplace in Red Planet to fend off wildlife. On Mars ordinary civilians, family men, use their pistols to force Earth to give them independence. In Between Planets a teenager who feels orphaned and displaced eventually joins the army. It seems Heinlein is comfortable with guns.
The opposite? To write about an unarmed population, about city folks who have never seen a gun, folks who find guns icky, disturbing and not-nice. Being afraid of guns, I guess, is normal and non-fascist. I could write of such a society, I suppose, even though in real life my sister coaches biathlon and my brother-in-law is the armorer for the local cadet corps.
I have no idea whether Heinlein, now deceased, (1988) was ever as nice in person as my splendid brother-in-law is. Still, I’ve enjoyed this small thought experiment.
Robert Heinlein remains my favorite author.
I don’t think I’ll write about groups of friends who don’t participate or vote, with no difficult hobbies or goals, no competence, and no sense of responsibility to the next generation. And not liberated about guns. No, if that were normal and middle-of-the-road, if it’s more enlightened to write about protagonists and civilians rather than about heroes and citizens, well, I’d rather just write like a “fascist.”