Everyone is talking about the new Netflix film, Don’t Look Up, with equal measures of admiration and disdain. I’ll be honest—I quit after about 20 minutes. Not that I hated it but, as the publisher in me might say, it didn’t grab me. Liz and I had settled in for a little entertainment and, at a certain point, we both looked over and shrugged and went to find something else.
I’ve thought about it a few times and came to the conclusion that there were several reasons we stopped.
First, and least, neither of us are a big fan or satire, especially not one as broad as this one. It lacked the subtlety of the best, such as the British version of House of Cards or even Black’s Books, seeming to hammer the point home from the very first scene. Of course, it was about science denial, specifically climate change denial (but in America, pretty much any science has its deniers).
Second, it was predictable. It was easy to see where it was going and I even knew who the most likely survivor of the apocalypse would be (which was confirmed by various discussions on social media).
But mostly we quit because it seemed too much like work. Both Liz and I spent the last part of our careers in climate change roles – mine on the political side and hers on the technical.
I knew about climate concerns since the 1990s. The science was not only clear it was astoundingly simple. The greenhouse effect of burning fossil fuels had been identified nearly a century before and the first testimony outlining future concerns had been made before Congress in the 1970s. I knew intellectually it was a growing issue but I didn’t grasp it emotionally until I returned to Yellowknife after an absence of more than 10 years.
It was cold in the winter of 2002 but it wasn’t cold enough. When I left in 1991, you could expect long stretches of -35 to -40C (which is so cold you don’t need to translate to Fahrenheit) but it was more like -25 to -30 and locals told me that winter temperatures had been trending up for nearly a decade. Winters were also shorter and summers hotter making it difficult to maintain ice roads in the cold months and threatening permafrost in the warm ones.
I began pressing my boss, the Senator for the NWT, but it only hit home for him when we visited Ulukhaktok in the high Arctic. There, the once a year (late July) ritual of swimming among ice flows in the bay had been replaced by 4-6 weeks of kids playing in the ice-free water. Weather had become unpredictable threatening traditional lifestyles and economies. From then on, he saw it as a major part of his political activity using reason, evidence and, sometimes humour to try to get the point across to his colleagues.
In 2007, we published “On the Frontiers of Climate Change”, a 30 page illustrated booklet, written by long time NWT resident and environmental consultant, Jaime Bastedo, that described the many impacts of the changing climate on the North. We distributed the book widely, not just in the north but to Senators, MPs and provincial premiers and ministers. It even wound up on the curriculum of a couple of universities.
The response was tepid. A few people thanked us for bringing it to their attention; fewer still gave any indication it was impactful or had raised their concern levels.
So, seeing scientists being ignored by politicians and the media and the general public was kind of “been there, done that,” for both of us. We turned it off and watched a couple of episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation, where there wasn’t a science-denier in sight.
By the way, before I started writing mysteries, I was best known as a SF writer and editor. You can find some of my books here.