Saturday, 9 July 2016

By the Waters of Babylon

This story story, published in 1937, was written in response to the Fascist bombing of the Basque town of Gernika. As a work of science fiction it is considered remarkably prescient of the aftermath of atomic warfare as seen in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The author’s reference to a “deadly mist” is probably influenced by the use of mustard gas in the trench warfare of the First World War. The story is set in New England several generations after a war had killed most people. The remnant live primitively as hill people. The central character, John, disobeys the tribal law and visits the Forbidden Zone (New York City) and observes the equivalent of Pompeii (an advanced civilisation brought suddenly to an end). The story inspired elements of Edgar Pangborn’s The Music Master of Babylon, which was set in a post-apocalyptic New York City.


The author, Stephen Vincent BenĂ©t (born 22 July 1898), was the son of an army colonel. Belonging to a two-generation military family, he was sent to military academy in California at the age of 10. He studied English literature at Yale and was a key contributor, mostly of poems, to the university’s literary magazine. His studies were interrupted by a year of military service as a code clerk in Washington D.C. He graduated in 1919 and his first novel was published in 1921. His most famous work, John Brown's Body, an epic poem on the American Civil War, won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1929.

The central character, John, observes the fate of the advanced civilisation that had inhabited New York City. His tribe reveres those people as gods because they had been advanced but doesn't attribute their destruction to their own folly:
“Then I saw their fate come upon them and that was terrible past speech. It came upon them as they walked the streets of their city. I have been in the fight with the Forest People. I have seen men die. But this was not like that. When gods war with gods, they use weapons we do not know. It was fire falling out of the sky and a mist that poisoned. It was the time of the Great Burning and the Destruction. They ran about like ants in the streets of their city. Poor gods, poor gods! Then the towers began to fall. A few escaped. Yes, a few.”


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