Dystopian

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Dystopian (or dystopic) fiction (sometimes combined with, but distinct from apocalyptic literature) is the opposite: the
portrayal of a setting that completely disagrees with the author's ethos.[1] Many novels combine both, often as a
metaphor for the different directions humanity can take, depending on its choices, ending up with one of two possible
futures. Both utopias and dystopias are commonly found in science fiction and other speculative fiction genres, and
arguably are by definition a type of speculative fiction. A dystopia is a society characterized by a focus on that which is
contrary to the author's ethos, such as mass poverty, public mistrust and suspicion, a police state or oppression.[1] Most
authors of dystopian fiction explore at least one reason why things are that way, often as an analogy for similar issues in
the real world. Dystopian literature is used to "provide fresh perspectives on problematic social and political practices
that might otherwise be taken for granted or considered natural and inevitable".
Themes
THE DANGER OF TOTAL EQUALITY
In “Harrison Bergeron,” Vonnegut suggests that total equality is not an ideal worth striving for, as many people believe,
but a mistaken goal that is dangerous in both execution and outcome. To achieve physical and mental equality among all
Americans, the government in Vonnegut’s story tortures its citizens. The beautiful must wear hideous masks or disfigure
themselves, the intelligent must listen to earsplitting noises that impede their ability to think, and the graceful and
strong must wear weights around their necks at all hours of the day. The insistence on total equality seeps into the
citizens, who begin to dumb themselves down or hide their special attributes. Some behave this way because they have
internalized the government’s goals, and others because they fear that the government will punish them severely if they
display any remarkable abilities. The outcome of this quest for equality is disastrous. America becomes a land of cowed,
stupid, slow people. Government officials murder the extremely gifted with no fear of reprisal. Equality is more or less
achieved, but at the cost of freedom and individual achievement.
THE POWER OF TELEVISION
Television is an immensely powerful force that sedates, rules, and terrorizes the characters in “Harrison Bergeron.” To
emphasize television’s overwhelming importance in society, Vonnegut makes it a constant presence in his story: the
entire narrative takes place as George and Hazel sit in front of the TV. Television functions primarily as a sedative for the
masses. Hazel’s cheeks are wet with tears, but because she is distracted by the ballerinas on the screen, she doesn’t
remember why she is crying. The government also uses television as a way of enforcing its laws. When dangerously
talented people like Harrison are on the loose, for example, the government broadcasts warnings about them. They
show a photograph of Harrison with his good looks mutilated and his strength dissipated. The photo is a way of
identifying the supposedly dangerous escapee, but it is also a way of intimidating television viewers. It gives them a
visual example of the handicaps imposed on those who do not suppress their own abilities. Television further turns into
a means of terrorizing the citizens when Diana Moon Glampers shoots Harrison. The live execution is an effective way of
showing viewers what will happen to those who dare to disobey the law.
Motifs
NOISE
The noises broadcast by the government increase in intensity and violence during the course of the story, paralleling the
escalating tragedy of George’s and Hazel’s lives. When the story begins, a buzzer sounds in George’s head as he watches
the ballerinas on TV. As he tries to think about the dancers, who are weighed down and masked to counteract their
lightness and beauty, the sound of a bottle being smashed with a hammer rings in his ears. When he thinks about his
son, he is interrupted by the sound of twenty-one guns firing, an excessively violent noise that foreshadows Harrison’s
murder. Thoughts about the laws of equality and the competition that existed in the old days are shattered by the sound
of a siren, a noise that suggests the extent to which the government has literally become the thought police. As Harrison
barges into the television studio, George hears a car crash, a noise that connotes the injury of multiple people. The noise
that interrupts George roughly at the same time that his son is being executed on live TV is described only as “a
handicap signal,” an ominously vague phrase. Vonnegut suggests that the noise is so awful that it can’t be mentioned,
just as the murder of Harrison is so awful that George and Hazel can’t fully comprehend it. The final noise George hears
is that of a riveting gun, an appropriate echo of the way Diana Moon Glampers killed Harrison.
Symbols
HARRISON BERGERON
Harrison represents the spark of defiance and individuality that still exists in some Americans. He has none of the
cowardice and passivity that characterize nearly everyone else in the story. Rather, he is an exaggerated alpha male, a
towering, brave, breathtakingly strong man who hungers for power. When he storms into the TV studio and announces
that he is the emperor, the greatest ruler who has ever lived, he sounds power-mad and perhaps insane. At the same
time, however, his boastfulness is exhilarating. It is an exaggerated expression of the defiant urge to excel that some
Americans still feel. When Harrison rips off his steel restraints and handicaps, the physical strength and beauty he
reveals reminds some viewers that underneath their own restraints and handicaps, they too are still talented or lovely.
But in the end, Harrison, symbol of defiance, is killed in cold blood by Diana Moon Glampers, the administrator of
government power. The quick, efficient murder suggests that if a defiant spirit still exists in America in 2081, its days are
numbered.
HARRISON BERGERON
by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before
God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody
else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker
than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th
Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United
States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove
people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G
men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had
a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except
in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little
mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was
tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would
send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of
their brains.
George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but
she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about.
On the television screen were ballerinas.
A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a
burglar alarm.
"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.
"Huh" said George.
"That dance-it was nice," said Hazel.
"Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really
very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened
with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one,
seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat
drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be
handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio
scattered his thoughts.
George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.
Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself, she had to ask George what
the latest sound had been.
"Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer," said George.
"I'd think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different sounds," said Hazel a little
envious. "All the things they think up."
"Um," said George.
"Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?" said Hazel. Hazel, as a
matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named
Diana Moon Glampers. "If I was Diana Moon Glampers," said Hazel, "I'd have chimes on
Sunday-just chimes. Kind of in honor of religion."
"I could think, if it was just chimes," said George.
"Well-maybe make 'em real loud," said Hazel. "I think I'd make a good Handicapper
General."
"Good as anybody else," said George.
"Who knows better than I do what normal is?" said Hazel.
"Right," said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was
now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that.
"Boy!" said Hazel, "that was a doozy, wasn't it?"
It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling, and tears stood on the rims of
his red eyes. Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were
holding their temples.
"All of a sudden you look so tired," said Hazel. "Why don't you stretch out on the sofa,
so's you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch." She was referring to
the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in a canvas bag, which was padlocked around
George's neck. "Go on and rest the bag for a little while," she said. "I don't care if you're
not equal to me for a while."
George weighed the bag with his hands. "I don't mind it," he said. "I don't notice it any
more. It's just a part of me."
"You been so tired lately-kind of wore out," said Hazel. "If there was just some way we
could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag, and just take out a few of them lead
balls. Just a few."
"Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I took out," said
George. "I don't call that a bargain."
"If you could just take a few out when you came home from work," said Hazel. "I meanyou don't compete with anybody around here. You just sit around."
"If I tried to get away with it," said George, "then other people'd get away with it-and
pretty soon we'd be right back to the dark ages again, with everybody competing against
everybody else. You wouldn't like that, would you?"
"I'd hate it," said Hazel.
"There you are," said George. The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you
think happens to society?"
If Hazel hadn't been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn't
have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head.
"Reckon it'd fall all apart," said Hazel.
"What would?" said George blankly.
"Society," said Hazel uncertainly. "Wasn't that what you just said?
"Who knows?" said George.
The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn't clear at
first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a
serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement,
the announcer tried to say, "Ladies and Gentlemen."
He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read.
"That's all right-" Hazel said of the announcer, "he tried. That's the big thing. He tried to
do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so
hard."
"Ladies and Gentlemen," said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She must have been
extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous. And it was easy to
see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap
bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred pound men.
A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the screen-upside down, then
sideways, upside down again, then right side up. The picture showed the full length of
Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet
tall.
The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born
heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men could think
them up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair
of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to
make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides.
Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military
neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking
junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds.
And to offset his good looks, the H-G men required that he wear at all times a red
rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his even white teeth
with black caps at snaggle-tooth random.
"If you see this boy," said the ballerina, "do not - I repeat, do not - try to reason with
him."
There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges.
Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The
photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as though
dancing to the tune of an earthquake.
George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have - for many
was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune. "My God-" said
George, "that must be Harrison!"
The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile
collision in his head.
When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living,
breathing Harrison filled the screen.
And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a
woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. "Excuse me-" she
said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive.
Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood - in the center of the studio. The knob of
the uprooted studio door was still in his hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and
announcers cowered on their knees before him, expecting to die.
"Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from
jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government. He is a
genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely
dangerous."
"I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must
do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook.
"Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler
than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!"
Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps
guaranteed to support five thousand pounds.
Harrison's scrap-iron handicaps crashed to the floor.
They leaped like deer on the moon.
The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought the dancers nearer to it.
It became their obvious intention to kiss the ceiling. They kissed it.
Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness.
The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against
the wall.
And then, neutraling gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air
inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time.
He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god
of thunder.
It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio
with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the
Empress were dead before they hit the floor.
"I shall now select my Empress!" he said, looking down on the cowering people. "Let the
first woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!"
A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow.
Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps
with marvelous delicacy. Last of all he removed her mask.
She was blindingly beautiful.
"Now-" said Harrison, taking her hand, "shall we show the people the meaning of the
word dance? Music!" he commanded.
The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their
handicaps, too. "Play your best," he told them, "and I'll make you barons and dukes and
earls."
Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told
them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on.
It was then that the Bergerons' television tube burned out.
Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into
the kitchen for a can of beer.
George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And
then he sat down again. "You been crying" he said to Hazel.
"Yup," she said.
"What about?" he said.
"I forget," she said. "Something real sad on television."
The music began. It was normal at first-cheap, silly, false. But Harrison snatched two
musicians from their chairs, waved them like batons as he sang the music as he wanted
it played. He slammed them back into their chairs.
"What was it?" he said.
The music began again and was much improved.
"Forget sad things," said George.
Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music for a while-listened gravely, as
though synchronizing their heartbeats with it.
"I always do," said Hazel.
They shifted their weights to their toes.
Harrison placed his big hands on the girls tiny waist, letting her sense the weightlessness
that would soon be hers.
And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang!
Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of
motion as well.
They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled, and spun.
"It's all kind of mixed up in my mind," said Hazel.
"That's my girl," said George. He winced. There was the sound of a rivetting gun in his
head.
"Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy," said Hazel.
"You can say that again," said George.
"Gee-" said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy."
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