I’m just catching up with back issues of The New Yorker, as one does, and finally had a chance to read Evan Osnos’ piece on wealthy Americans who are building shelters and investing in New Zealand as a way to survive the coming apocalypse.
Their thoughts are full of doom. Such as this:
Last spring, as the Presidential campaign exposed increasingly toxic divisions in America, Antonio García Martínez, a forty-year-old former Facebook product manager living in San Francisco, bought five wooded acres on an island in the Pacific Northwest and brought in generators, solar panels, and thousands of rounds of ammunition. “When society loses a healthy founding myth, it descends into chaos,” he told me. The author of “Chaos Monkeys,” an acerbic Silicon Valley memoir, García Martínez wanted a refuge that would be far from cities but not entirely isolated. “All these dudes think that one guy alone could somehow withstand the roving mob,” he said. “No, you’re going to need to form a local militia. You just need so many things to actually ride out the apocalypse.”
He and his wife, who is in technology, keep a set of bags packed for themselves and their four-year-old daughter. He told me, “I kind of have this terror scenario: ‘Oh, my God, if there is a civil war or a giant earthquake that cleaves off part of California, we want to be ready.’ ”
Reid Hoffman, the co-founder of LinkedIn and a prominent investor, recalls telling a friend that he was thinking of visiting New Zealand. “Oh, are you going to get apocalypse insurance?” the friend asked. “I’m, like, Huh?” Hoffman told me. New Zealand, he discovered, is a favored refuge in the event of a cataclysm. Hoffman said, “Saying you’re ‘buying a house in New Zealand’ is kind of a wink, wink, say no more. Once you’ve done the Masonic handshake, they’ll be, like, ‘Oh, you know, I have a broker who sells old ICBM silos, and they’re nuclear-hardened, and they kind of look like they would be interesting to live in.’ ”
Haven’t they read “On the Beach”? Margaret Atwood? “A Canticle for Leibowitz”? “The Road”? “Lord of the Flies”? Even T.C. Boyle’s “Drop City”?
These things rarely end well.
Even if they do, the survivors — perhaps generations removed from the original preppers — would have to muddle through lives that make the Dark Ages sound pleasant. I know some of them are just hedging their bets — Osnos’ piece makes it clear that some of the Silicon Valley folks look at the state of the world with cold mathematical eyes — I still wonder, is this a future world they want to live in?
Better, to me, is the opinion of folks like Robert A. Johnson, a former hedge-fund director who now runs a think tank. He’d like people to adopt a “spirit of stewardship” and not shy away from the problems we have now.
“Why do people who are envied for being so powerful appear to be so afraid?” Johnson asked. “What does that really tell us about our system?” He added, “It’s a very odd thing. You’re basically seeing that the people who’ve been the best at reading the tea leaves—the ones with the most resources, because that’s how they made their money—are now the ones most preparing to pull the rip cord and jump out of the plane.”
It’s not like we haven’t been here before. Osnos points out that the same doomsday strain goes back centuries in America, and appeared in force in the 1880s and ’90s, when the U.S. was equally beset by income inequality and technological change. The response was such creations as universities, philanthropic foundations and the Carnegie libraries.
In the meantime, I wish the preppers luck. I actually have a friend in New Zealand, but the only way I’m probably getting there is with Kon-Tiki. So better to make the most of the world I have.