LETTER TO THE EDITOR.

Sir: I was just in the public library this afternoon. Now, I would not like it to be supposed that I am in the habit of frequenting such dens of iniquity. In fact I had the wrong address: I was looking for a massage parlor. But anyway, once I was there, I found a table right inside the door with a prominent display of “banned books.”

There were two appalling things about this display, and I shall enumerate them from 1 to 2.

First (1.), the so-called ban on these books is completely ineffectual. I mean, it said right on the sign that these were banned books, but there they were in the public library, a place that is by definition not only a library but also public. Whatever bureau or authority or subcontractor was responsible for banning these books botched the job completely, and everybody involved should be fired.

But second (2.), and more appalling, these books were mostly fiction, much of it by recognized fictionmongers like Mark Twain and Daniel Defoe. Fiction is by nature harmless, because we know it is not true. There is a kind of implied contract between the author and the reader, under which the author agrees to narrate events that never happened, and the reader agrees not to expect anything true in the book. Whoever tried to ban these books had no understanding of what makes a book dangerous, and therefore should not be attempting book-banning at all. What makes a book dangerous is truth, and books that contain true assertions, and especially books that encourage their readers to act on those asserted truths, are the ones that need to be banned.

Since it is obvious that the people in charge of banning books are incompetent, I have taken it upon myself to devise a list—not of books to be banned, since new books are still being produced and may continue to be produced in the future, but rather a list of criteria by which it may be determined which of all present and future books are to be prohibited. In making my list I have assumed that the goal of banning books is to preserve good order and to promote correct Christian religion.

Therefore, I would begin by banning all books that teach the principles of arithmetic. It is an axiom of both good order and good religion that the duly elected governing powers are to be respected and obeyed, but obedience is difficult and respect impossible when anyone who knows how to operate a pocket calculator can prove that the duly elected governing powers are all dunderheads. Therefore it is necessary that the young people of the future should be ignorant of the basic principles of mathematics. Fortunately we have already made great strides toward that goal, but all our progress in ignorance could be undone by a few deviously well-edited books.

Second, I would ban all books that teach science, such as physics, chemistry, astronomy, and above all biology. If our young people get their heads filled with such seductive certainties as science promotes, they will begin to suggest or even demand that matters of public policy should be decided on a scientific basis, which once again would put an end to respect and obedience.

Finally, I would ban the Bible, at least in its unexpurgated form. Can anything be more contrary to good patriotic American Christianity than the teachings of Christ? Could our virtuous and correct capitalist system survive if our young people took “woe unto you that are rich” seriously? Is there any more direct assault on the very idea of order than “the last shall be first, and the first last”? If we must have Bibles, let them be purged of such anti-Christian rabblerousing. But it is my belief that most good and honest Christians buy Bibles only to display the bindings and would never think of opening the book. My suggestion, therefore, would be to use the space inside the binding for something other than pages, such as candy or a flask of bourbon. In fact the same could be done with the other books on our banned list, and thus honest booksellers could continue to peddle their wares without spreading the contagion of dangerous ideas.

Your readers may have noticed that I have left books of history off the list. That is a conscious omission, since experience has proved that no one ever learns anything from history.

At any rate, the book-banning business is obviously in need of a thorough reform, and I believe my suggestions, if they do not solve every problem posed by the menace of nonfiction books, would at least go a long way toward reassuring honest and patriotic citizens that the problems are recognized and are being addressed by competent authorities.

Sincerely,
Arvin L. Finial,
Library (the town)

ARE YOU INCLUSIVE ENOUGH?

Probably not, to judge by this little notice on a page Dr. Boli was just looking at.

This is the sort of thing that makes Dr. Boli incandescently furious, thus qualifying him for a place in social media if only he would get over his prejudice and open an account with one of the various billionaire supervillains’ social-media empires. “Inclusive language” indeed! In most American textbooks there are six kingdoms of life, yet the Fauna Flora Funga Initiative thinks “Fauna, Flora, and Funga” is inclusive enough. Because who cares about Protista, Archaea, and Bacteria?

Well, Dr. Boli cares, and he thinks the people at FFF (“We are unthinkable without fungi”) ought to consider where they and their precious fungi would be without the three apparently unmentionable kingdoms of life.

Don’t be a tool of regressive special interests! When you say or write “flora, funga, and fauna,” keep going and add the P, the A, and the B. Join the FFFPAB Initiative today.

THE ADVENTURES OF SUPEREGO.

Announcer. And now Malt-O-Cod, the delicious malt food drink flavored with real cod-liver oil, presents…

(Music: Fanfare played on a portable reed organ.)

Announcer. The Adventures of Superego!

(Music: March theme on organ, under for…)

Announcer. Yes, it’s Superego, the hero your parents want you to admire. Dressed respectably in a dark grey suit with deep maroon necktie, Superego fights an unending battle against the forces of chaos and wanton doyourownthingism.

(Music: In full, then fade.)

Announcer. As you recall, in our last episode, Superego had finally come face to face with Sir Edward Iddington, a diabolical villain who insists that he has the right to do what he wants because he’s a big boy now.

Superego. You’re wearing one mauve sock and one red sock with a green Christmas tree on it. What would your mother say?

Sir Edward. Irrelevant! I can do what I want! I’m a big boy now!

Superego. Yes, but what will people think when they see your mismatched socks?

Sir Edward. They will think that I have ankles! And they will be perfectly correct!

Superego. Well, I came here to negotiate with you about the articles of capitulation you sent to the Secretary General of the United Nations, but I’m not sure I can get past the socks thing. Do you really think that the Security Council will agree to turn over control of all their armed forces to a man who can’t match his socks? And I haven’t even brought up the plaid jacket with striped pants. You look like a used-car salesman. Supervillains who get ahead in the world are the ones who dress respectably. I mean, look at Vladimir Putin. Except when he’s posing for pinup calendars, he’s always in a suit and tie. And his socks match.

Sir Edward. Ha! That is because Putin is a supervillain without imagination! He is hardly super at all! His puny proletarian mind can imagine nothing beyond conquest and world domination—the poor, circumscribed dreams of an idle schoolboy!

Superego. But you just demanded the entire United Nations submit to your unlimited authority. How are your dreams any less circumscribed?

Sir Edward. A mere stepping-stone! An intermediate stage! A way-station on the route to my ultimate victory! A Howard Johnson’s on the turnpike to my ideal world!

Superego. And what will you do with the world once you have it under your control?

Sir Edward. I will give it liberty!

Superego. Liberty? But we already have liberty. We have a republican form of government, under which the people elect representatives to make the laws by which they are governed. This is the only sure foundation of personal freedom.

Sir Edward. Incorrect! You have negated your argument by your own words! The people make laws! Where there are laws, there is no freedom!

Superego. Then how would you govern the world?

Sir Edward. I would give the people liberty! They will want to eat ice cream for dinner, and I will say, Yes! You may! They will want to leap off the porch roof to see if they can fly, and I will say, Yes! You may! They will want to lynch their immigrant neighbors for speaking Spanish at home, and I will say, Yes! You may! They will want to blow up public buildings just to watch them go boom, and I will say, Yes! You may!

Superego. But that’s complete chaos. The human race couldn’t survive that kind of anarchy. We’d be extinct in a year.

Sir Edward. Precisely! I will give the people rope enough to hang themselves, and I will say, Yes! You may! And then there will be no one left to tell me what to do! Ha! Ha ha, ha ha ha! Ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha!

Announcer. Is this the end of civilization as we know it? Don’t miss next week’s philosophy-packed episode of the Adventures of Superego!

(Music: March theme, in full and under for…)

Announcer. Of course, girls and boys, when you talk about liberty, there’s only one freedom that really matters. That’s the freedom to drink Malt-O-Cod morning, noon, and evening, and any time you get a craving for the rich, satisfying flavor of malt from contented barley and oil from the cream of the North Atlantic cod fisheries. Tell your parents you’ll stage a revolution if you don’t get your Malt-O-Cod every day. And, in honor of America’s upcoming 250th, look for the red, white, and blue powder in specially marked packages. It’s the malt food drink that’s brain food—Malt-O-Cod!

(Music: In full, then out.)

PERSONALS.

To Zelda: You said “Carpe diem,” but I was unable to find a carp. Please communicate with revised advice. Reply no. 339285.

If Sadie Witherplate, alias Ronaldina Irpensprite, alias Sir Geoffrey Hogshead, alias Alina Malina McGuick, alias Nancy Orbendorben, alias Katherine Katherinesdottir, alias Dame Olga Perimeter, will apply to the following address, she will hear something to her disadvantage. Internal Revenue Service, Western Pennsylvania suboffice, Federal Building, downtown, no. 339286.

Looking for wife. Left her at the altar, but was drunk out of mind and cannot remember which altar. Also name and description—cannot remember those, either. Reformed Husband, no. 339287.

Copy editor seeks rich error-prone author, object matrimony and publication. I’m female, brunette, late twenties, lightning quick with a red pencil. You’re male, 25–45, independently wealthy, literary-minded, poor speller. Reply no. 339288.

To E. K.: Imagine my chagrin! There. That will give you something to do.

Chess champion seeks tutor to teach her checkers. Reply no. 339289.

Dishonest man seeks victims for Ponzi scheme. First time trying something of this nature, so looking for easy marks. If this works out, opportunities to be defrauded in other ways may be in your future. Reply no. 339290.

A PRECEDENT FOR THE FUTURE.

If the Supreme Court has closed off the constitutional argument against forced exposure to television and other media in public places (our thanks to “von Hindenberg” for pointing out the case), then where shall we turn?

It seems to Dr. Boli that, in our current legal and intellectual climate, there is a way forward for the media-sensitive.

First, we must recognize that there is such a thing as media sensitivity. Some people cannot concentrate on a task if there is a television flashing moving images or a loudspeaker droning drivel; no matter how much they dislike the programming, they find their attention monopolized by the thing that is, after all, specifically designed to attract their attention. Such people may be described as media-sensitive: they have a reaction to media in the same way that people sensitive to urishiol have a reaction to poison ivy. This media sensitivity is a disability: it prevents them from functioning normally in situations where their attention is required to be elsewhere. If, for example, you find it impossible to fill out a form in your doctor’s waiting room because a television is begging you to watch an exciting baking contest, then you suffer from media sensitivity that prevents you from succeeding with tasks that are straightforward for the apparently normal people around you who can ignore the television in the room.

Once we have forced the recognition that media sensitivity is a disability, then our next step is simply to demand the enforcement of the laws that already protect people with disabilities. The media-sensitive must be granted reasonable accommodation. And, as we have found in many other contexts, making the world more accessible to people with disabilities has the unintended side effect of making it more accessible to everyone else as well.

Dr. Boli does not pretend that the struggle will be easy. He predicts that the average office with public-facing television screens would resist pushing the off button much more vigorously than it would resist spending a hundred thousand dollars for a wheelchair ramp. But victories are won by the patient and persistent; and, in the words of an old Danish proverb, “No one ever yet won the day by snoring.” The time to begin the struggle is now.