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David Crawford’s Lights Out

LightsOut1,621 words

David Crawford
Lights Out
Halfast Publishing, 2010

David Crawford’s Lights Out is one of a constellation of underground post-apocalyptic novels written by American authors in recent years, catering to the prepper / survivalist subculture. These novels would be considered by mainstream readers to be on the political Right, although in reality their authors are libertarians or classical liberals who describe themselves as “conservative.” While theirs are not the views promoted in mainstream media nowadays, they do not stray from acceptable discourse.

Written between 2003 and 2006, Crawford’s novel began life much like those by Dickens, only serialized in a blog as opposed to a periodical. It is claimed that once it was made available as a PDF, the file was downloaded millions of times. It was finally published as a print book in 2010.

Lights Out falls into the subset of apocalyptic fiction that explores the EMP scenario: an event takes place that knocks out all electronics throughout the United States, causing society quickly to fall apart. Like Fortschen’s One Second After, which I reviewed in 2013, this novel focuses on what a man, his family, and his community do in order to survive. In many ways, the two novels are very similar, but Crawford has more faith in the community and none whatsoever in the Federal government. Crawford’s novel is also vastly longer, spanning 600 pages in tightly packed print in trade paperback format, and focuses on the detail of ensuring the health and survival of a community, based in Silver Hills, a subdivision outside of San Antonio, Texas, rather than a grim transformation from pampered consumers to born-again American pioneers. Unlike Fortschen’s novel, there are plenty of guns and shootouts along the way.

Crawford is certainly not a literary writer. His prose is functional and his narration fastidiously prolix, although he can turn a ringing phrase every now and then. All the same, for some reason he manages to keep the reader ensnared the story, to the point that, hundreds of thousands of words later, one is sorry to be reaching the end of the novel. He also succeeds in planting events that have significance later on. There is plenty of tension along the way, as the story converges towards its climactic confrontation. And, though his characters are very stereotyped, they are sufficiently human for this not to become a nuisance. In fact, Crawford displays psychological insight, at least when it comes to the way men deal with men.

The story begins with the event itself. Mark Turner, the main character and an accountant, on his computer, in his office, when the lights go out. The dialogue is a little forced, clumsy, or unnatural at first, but Crawford does a good job at taking us through the unfolding scenario from that single point of origin, expanding the story in ever-widening circles, adding more and more characters, as the event’s implications come into play. Throughout the reader is left as much in the dark as the characters are: without electronics, it becomes difficult to obtain information, and the latter’s sources are subjective, limited, and unreliable. The characters are all groping in the dark at first, initially thinking the power will be restored quickly, and then gradually realizing—in the midst of chronic uncertainty—to what extent things have changed and, more importantly, to what extent they will have to change.

One amusing element in the story is the perception of the central government authorities as clueless, useless, and lying. Initially, the President goes on air via the emergency broadcasts, which Turner can pick up via a wind-up radio (why the electronics of that device survived the EMP is not explained), and declares that the power will be restored “in two or three days.” As time passes, this timeframe is pushed further and further back, until all timeframes are abandoned, replaced instead by ever more stringent security measures. Martial law is declared, movement is restricted, and so on. As the days go by, Turner comes to realise that the government is simply attempting to keep people calm with deception to buy itself time while officials figure out what to do. Any faith he may have had in the government’s ability to restore power is lost fairly quickly—the presidential broadcasts soon become ‘more of the same’, until they are forgotten altogether, obviously irrelevant.

The truth is that replacing the damaged electronics would take years, even with people working flat out, and their ability to do so would be hampered by the fact that, without power, no replacement electronics can be made. At best, any return to the electronic age would be in small pockets and over a period of years. The implication at the end of the novel is that recovery takes a generation.

Crawford exhibits commendable restraint by abstaining from the sort of speechifying that afflicts fiction in this particular sub-genre. Indeed, we don’t ever find out whether the EMP was caused by, for example, a solar flare or human agency. In the end, as the social order begins to crumble, the cause becomes unimportant: it cannot be undone; what matters is adapting to the new reality. And the message—obvious—is that one would have to be pro-active, self-reliant, and community-oriented, or else you will lose your property, your freedom, and your life.

The descent into anarchy is not instantaneous, as happens in Alex Scarrow’s Last Light, a novel about the sudden end of oil. In Lights Out it takes over a period of weeks. Initially, people are still able to shop at their local supermarket, but, with transportation very limited—only pre-1980s vehicles work—it becomes ever more difficult for the haulage industry to refuel and resupply, so supermarkets end up imposing restrictions per head, leading to growing queues, theft, and robbery. Once the food and the water runs out, cities become increasingly dangerous, sites of looting, gang blight, and gun law. Of course, the army, the National Guard, and FEMA are deployed, but they cannot manage to maintain order.

In fact, they cannot manage to protect private property: the government urges people to abandon their homes and report to FEMA-run refugee centers, give up their guns, and remain there until further notice. These are all capital offences from the traditional American point of view; private property, individual freedom, and the right to bear arms are sacred cornerstones of the American identity.

It goes without saying that for Turner this would have never been an option, even if, having rejected an offer to join his employer’s all-white compound early on, he hadn’t already organised his neighbors into fortifying, of arming themselves, stocking up, and fortifying Silver Hills. The latter undergoes radical change during the course of the book, in response to evolving conditions, going from suburban development to self-sufficient, fortified village. At first a couple of lone guards are posted at the entrance; by the end there are watch towers, ditches, armed patrols, observation points, and even army-style training for the security details. Everyone has to share and pitch in, irrespective of gender or age, for, in the new reality, no man, woman, or child can afford to be an island.

The inevitable tension between communitarianism and individual liberty is resolved in a very American way: residents of Silver Hills are free to do as they like, but, if wish to survive, it becomes clearly in their rational interest to sacrifice their individual wants and desires on behalf of the community. The choice is there in theory, but has already been made in practice. Needless to say that there are plenty of hard choices to be made, not to mention loss of life—the American conservative mind loves sobering realities: once the country descends into chaos, the cities become ruins, and city-dwellers begin traversing the countryside, as beggars, robbers, or scavengers, the old rules no longer apply. You own only what you can defend by force, at the point of a gun.

Despite its apocalyptic nature and the constant sense of external threat,Lights Out is neither a despairing lament nor a cynical remonstrance. Rather, it is an exaltation of the “can-do,” “hands-on” attitude. The characters are not righteous superheroes with extraordinary skills and never-ending good luck; they are ordinary individuals who are thrown into an extraordinary situation and must muddle their way through, making mistakes and taking loses. Indeed, Turner, though displaying courage on more than one occasion, is one who reacts to danger, rather than one who seeks it or revels in it; fortunately, he reacts well and thus becomes an accidental or reluctant hero. Similarly, though respected by his wife and children, and enjoying authority among them and his community, it is his wife who usually gets her way in domestic matters, running circles around her husband. He also has difficulty with one of his neighbours, who is strong on feminist values. Turner is a modest, unpretentious fellow with a lot on his mind, who simply desires the safety of his family.

One has to wonder, however, whether Crawford is overly optimistic in the way he unfolds his scenario. I tend to think that in such circumstances social order would break down a lot faster and that people would be more selfish and short-sighted, finally coming round late and only when they have their backs to the wall. Certainly, the folk of Silver Hills all—save for one—seem unusually decent, friendly, unselfish, and cooperative.

Then again, I suspect Crawford’s aim is to show what you could do if faced with a range of possible situations arising from an EMP.

It seems that there are efforts to turn Lights Out into a trilogy of films. Needless to say that Hollywood showed no interest, so this is going to be an independent production. A short teaser can be viewed here.

Source: http://www.wermodandwermod.com/newsitems/news100220150000.html

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4 Comments

  1. R_Moreland
    Posted February 15, 2015 at 3:58 am | Permalink

    It doesn’t have to be an EMP. It might be a solar flare, or an asteroid strike, or an epidemic, or just a subtle shift in the environment. And if not in the immediate future, then way down the line with a new ice age. Thing is to think really long term here, about the future survival of the human race. This is where white civilization really comes in, with its technology and scientific method.

    Something I find interesting is that while there is much made of global warming (about which I will state no opinion at this time)–most of the believers in this theory seem to be doing little to prepare themselves in the event of the worst. Most “preppers” seem to be of rightist political inclination, or at least radical individualist as opposed to leftist-collectivist.

    What would be a scientific approach to human survival? There’s the physical dimension. Cities might be designed to be more sustainable. The current megacity, with its dependence on outside food and petroleumshipments, has to be rethought. What of requiring urban planners to have at least a third of a city’s land surface be reserved as parkland which could be converted to farming in the event of crisis? Or organizing workplaces so that they are within walking distance of worker housing?

    Then there’s the human dimension. I’d venture to say there would be a heck of a difference between how the citizens of Iceland face an EMP as opposed to those of Detroit’s inner city or a Rio favela. There’s the need for rational eugenics to ensure the best sort of humans send their DNA into the future.

    And yes, let’s see more articles by Alex Kurtagic.

  2. Andrew
    Posted February 11, 2015 at 7:37 pm | Permalink

    It is refreshing to see Mr. Kurtagic posting again at Counter-currents, I haven’t noticed anything of his here for quite some time. Regarding the previous poster’s comment, it appears standard procedure to include token minorities in published works at present, but this is a small detail that doesn’t necessarily detract from the theme of primarily European communities surviving collapse in the midst of a federal government that has become an enemy (and I think just about everyone implicitly understands how certain ethnic groups behave in crises, as has been seen during Hurricane Katrina etc).

    • Blandings
      Posted February 12, 2015 at 5:33 am | Permalink

      Good point Andrew. I was referring to the YouTube scene, an am curious if the book is more race realist when it comes to such scenarios or is it simply a multi cult “community” against the big bad “government.”

  3. Blandings
    Posted February 11, 2015 at 3:47 pm | Permalink

    Yet the first scene has a negro in the same house as a white family. PC BS.

    Reality:

    https://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/2012/09/03/bracken-when-the-music-stops-how-americas-cities-may-explode-in-violence/

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