The Great Explosion
© 1962 Eric Frank Russell
Following the discovery of faster-than-light travel, Earth’s population fell by half as her children fled to the stars. After decades of benign neglect, the powers that be on Earth — the military and politicians — have decided to reassert their authority. A grand ship is built, and ordered to fulfill an even greater commission: arranging a meet between the imperial ambassador and the local leaders, so that his lordship can declare to them that it’s time to rejoin hands with Earth and march together into the future. But as the Dude would say — yeah, well…that’s just, like, your opinion, man.
The Great Explosion is a SF comedy, an expansion of the author’s amusing “And Then There Were None” (1951). The plot is straightforward: a ship with hundreds of crewmen, soldiers, and government flunkies visit a series of planets and attempt to reunite them to the lovingkindness (a compound word translating to “rules and taxes”) of Earth. Shockingly, however, no one who left the Man behind on Earth is eager to see him come back — whether they’re criminals, nudist health freaks, or libertarians. Anyone who has had an ill experience with government functionaries — from IRS auditors to DMV clerks — will find vicarious amusement here, as a series of rebellious characters annoy, exasperate, obfuscate, and harass humorless G-men and their pompous, pot-bellied prince.
The third story is the heart of the book, as the ship lands on the planet ‘Gand’. The imperials are utterly tactless in their approach to the locals, regardless of the planet, but Gand is a particularly bad place to be grabbing people and pressuring them for information. Gand is composed entirely of some tribe of libertarian anarchists, who don’t cotton to authority. So deeply do they loath the idea of uniformity or regimentation that there isn’t even a common style of clothing. Every intrusive question is answered “Myob*!”, and attempts to physically coerce the Gands is met with civil disobedience. One exploring sailor on his bicycle, out of uniform, manages to discover what makes the Gands tick. Close to the Gandian heart is cooperation; they don’t even use money, instead using a barter system of favors, or “obs”. The Gands live in small communities in constant contact with one another, meaning that free riders (‘scratchers’) don’t get away with it for too long. Those who break rules are shunned. The Mahatama would be intrigued.
As a novel there are faults; the health-nudists of Hygeia, for instance, insist that Earth deal only with them, and ignore a smaller community on their planet. Why? Who knows, because the Earthers leave without this other community ever being mentioned again. There the ship goes directly to another planet where there were settlers, but now…there aren’t. Every sign of civilization also points to the planet’s population being long gone, their structures surrendered back to Nature. What happened there — again, who knows, because the Earthers enter orbit, decide not to risk a pandemic, and break orbit. As a rule, creators of fiction avoid introducing elements have have no functional element in the story, so to see two instances of it back to back was rather odd.
Still, I enjoyed the original short story, and this expansion of it. It’s a short bit of comedy with some food for thought sprinkled in.
*Mind your own business!
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Robert Heinlein. Another libertarian society where culture is more important than force.
The Martian Chronicles, with another chapter of free-spirited settlers being chased down by humorless drones working for the government.