Ok buckle up, this is going to be one of those rambly ones, I fear.
Warning aside, I would be remiss in not starting out this week’s entry by marking the passing of actor, weightlifter and bodybuilder David Prowse, known to every Star Wars fan as the actor who physically portrayed Darth Vader. Although Vader’s voice is hugely famous, Prowse provided the looming physical presence and the body acting that also made the character one of the most recognizable and best-loved villains of all time.
Prowse’s relationship with the franchise seems to have been complex, and I’m not the right person to try to unpick that. I think any fan of Star Wars would want to join me in thanking him for having such a vital role in making a beloved story come to life.
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Alright, the rambly bit. I’ve been thinking about the changability of futures again lately, for a few different reasons. Part of my pandemic self-care has been watching old episodes of Doctor Who, and I recently landed on the serial ‘Time Flight’, which has many a problem but is delightful in several ways.
One is that the villain is (spoiler alert? For a 1980s TV series?) the Master, played by Anthony Ainley, who was the first actor I remember in the part (I must have seen Geoffrey Cheevers’ version first, I think) and so I always kind of associate the role with him. In addition, though, in this episode the Master has adopted a sort of weird Arab mystic fake identity for absolutely no good reason other than that it gives him an opportunity to be a dick to the Doctor eventually. You have to admire that kind of dedication.
However, more relevantly (?), the story centres around the disappearance of a couple of Concorde jetliners, more or less for no really good reason beyond that it was the 1980s, Concorde was cutting edge, and it kind of showed up everywhere for a while. I remember running out of my house to look up at the sky the first few times Concorde flew over – you could always always tell, because of the sound – and it was a cool looking jet, as jetliners go, but it was also the future. That was the supersonic world we were all heading for.
I have also been teaching a 20th Century history course for the first time in a great many years, and I’ve been working on the last few lectures, most recently looking at the collapse of the Soviet Union and communism in Europe. It’s a little weird to begin with because these are all events that I am old enough to remember (unlike most of the things I cover in most of my classes), and I remember the sense that so many of us had at the time, as walls came down and regimes fell.
First I remember thinking that surely all of this would get undone (ever the cynic, perhaps) because I had grown up in a world with an East and a West Germany and a big wall in Berlin and that the Soviet Union was there as a looming, silent antagonist. Surely, the world didn’t really change quite so much, quite so quickly. But then it seemed it did, and there was a feeling that from now on we were all on the same side (ignoring of course many other important divisions in global society) and that the time of standoffs and rivalries and mistrusts was ending and that we would be cooperating now. We would build things like space stations together, and that was the future.
And then there was the news that Rogers Communications was at least kicking around the idea of demolishing the stadium formerly known as the SkyDome. This is not going to become a sports blog but I remember the opening of the Dome very well, this massive, gleaming place with a roof that moved, that could hold so many people and could fit just about anything. The Dome was the future, that we could go and sit in, in part to watch a game but in part just to be in the place, and maybe get to see the roof move.
Of course, as lots of people have pointed out ever since, the Dome was the future for about a month before they started building a new baseball stadium in Baltimore, a relatively small one that held less people but was like an old-timey park with lopsided dimensions and was just for baseball. Without digging too much into stadiums (I promise), suddenly that was the future, and the future was the past. The SkyDome was an abruptly unwanted abortive future, eventually sold at a cut price to the corporation now thinking of tearing it down.
And Concorde wasn’t the future either. It was too expensive to run and too expensive to fly on, the supersonic future never expanded beyond those few jets that grew old in their promise until finally a tragic accident brought an end to it all. In ‘Time Flight’, they made a point of having the British Airways captain say with pride that he flew “the finest aircraft ever made”, and perhaps it was, but Concorde was another future we never reached.
And so, as well, sadly, was that briefly glimpsed future of cooperation and of everyone being on the same side going forward. (And again, I acknowledge that many would suggest it was always a mirage) But new rivalries were found to replace the old, and now hearing Americans and Russians talk about one another you’d be forgiven for thinking the Cold War had never ended after all. Perhaps it didn’t.
This is rather gloomy sounding, I suppose, but I promise I’m not depressed. It’s just remarkable to me how frequently the future we imagine we’re heading for changes, and those old futures become redundant, sometimes charming dead ends that are fun to look at in an old photo or an old TV series but in some ways more dead than the past, because they’re times that never happened.
Perhaps this sticks out to me because I spend so much time with SFF, which often imagines the future, or versions of it, and (as I’ve rambled on before) we can see those redundant futures in stories as well. Perhaps it’s a useful antidote to some of the pessimistic sense we often have, in this moment, about where the world is headed to be reminded that we seem to be, on the whole, pretty bad at predicting the direction we’re headed in, or at least we get it wrong quite a lot.
Things we can’t anticipate happen, events work out differently than we think they will. The future we imagine disappears, and the one we perhaps never could have conceived of arrives instead.
Anyway. I said this was going to be rambly, and that’s probably quite enough.
Thanks for reading.