It seems like “Utopia fiction is hard” problem only comes up for particular flavors of nerds who are into some particular kind of “epic” power fantasy framework with huge stakes. And that just isn’t actually what most stories are about.
I definitely disagree, and I don’t think this is addressing the heart of what I meant to say.
Take war (& war stories) for instance. The socially acceptable thing to say about war is that it’s bad. Certainly it’s true that war runs with it a lot of collateral damage, and that being in a trench shelled by artillery is awful. I know of no written description of utopia that includes it as a feature. Yet a certain brand of American gets really animated by the prospect of fighting a defensive war, and gets really disappointed when they hear someone say that Taiwan is unlikely to be the flashpoint for such a conflict.
I propose that some of this warlust is because most people find their lives fairly meaningless and uneventful. The possibility of contributing personally to a morally just cause, in a martial fight, is animating for them. If you remove all injustice from the world, then they lack this opportunity and feel like there’d be less worth reading about.
Take war (& war stories) for instance. The socially acceptable thing to say about war is that it’s bad. I know of no written description of utopia that includes it as a feature.
Try E. R. Eddison’s “The Worm Ouroboros”, and his “Mezentian Gate” trilogy. Or the Valhalla of Norse mythology (although as far as I know, no stories happen there, any more than they do in the Christian heaven).
“Thou O Queen canst scarcely know our grief; for to thee the blessed Gods gave thy heart’s desire: youth for ever, and peace. Would they might give us our good gift, that should be youth for ever, and war; and unwaning strength and skill in arms. Would they might but give us our great enemies alive and whole again. For better it were we should run hazard again of utter destruction, than thus live out our lives like cattle fattening for the slaughter, or like silly garden plants.”
I definitely disagree, and I don’t think this is addressing the heart of what I meant to say.
Take war (& war stories) for instance. The socially acceptable thing to say about war is that it’s bad. Certainly it’s true that war runs with it a lot of collateral damage, and that being in a trench shelled by artillery is awful. I know of no written description of utopia that includes it as a feature. Yet a certain brand of American gets really animated by the prospect of fighting a defensive war, and gets really disappointed when they hear someone say that Taiwan is unlikely to be the flashpoint for such a conflict.
I propose that some of this warlust is because most people find their lives fairly meaningless and uneventful. The possibility of contributing personally to a morally just cause, in a martial fight, is animating for them. If you remove all injustice from the world, then they lack this opportunity and feel like there’d be less worth reading about.
Try E. R. Eddison’s “The Worm Ouroboros”, and his “Mezentian Gate” trilogy. Or the Valhalla of Norse mythology (although as far as I know, no stories happen there, any more than they do in the Christian heaven).