Friday, November 2nd, 2007
1:25 pm - Coincidence or Vin-Dit?  
The screenwriters' strike is looming, and by odd coincidence I am reading Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle, and today at lunch I got to this short chapter (they're all very short) on the potential effects of a writers' strike.

A Medical Opinion on the Effects of a Writers' Strike

Young Castle called me "Scoop." "Good morning, Scoop. What's new in the word game?"

"I might ask the same of you," I replied.

"I'm thinking of calling a general strike of all writers until mankind finally comes to its senses. Would you support it?"

"Do writers have a right to strike? That would be like the police or the firemen walking out."

"Or the college professors."

"Or the college professors," I agreed. I shook my head. "No, I don't think my conscience would let me support a strike like that. When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed."

"I just can't help thinking what a real shaking up it would give people if, all of a sudden, there were no new books, new plays, new histories, new poems . . ."

"And how proud would you be when people started dying like flies?" I demanded.

"They'd die more like mad dogs, I think—snarling and snapping at each other and biting their own tails."

I turned to Castle the elder. "Sir, how does a man die when he's deprived of the consolations of literature?"

"In one of two ways," he said, "petrescence of the heart or atrophy of the nervous system."

"Neither one very pleasant, I expect," I suggested.

— Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle