“Every scientific advance is welcomed by those who see a use for it, and usually deplored by those who don’t,” Roger Scruton writes to open the first chapter of his new book, The Uses of Pessimism. He then tells the story of John Ruskin, a “great critic and social philosopher” who, in the 19th century, warned against the evil of railroads, with their fast-moving, rural-tranquillity-destroying ways. “Yet how quaint does Ruskin’s cry of heartfelt protest now seem,” Scruton says.
“Quaintness” doesn’t even begin to describe what happens next.
Roger Scruton is, it should be said, a conservative. Not “conservative” in the Sean Hannity, gay-hating, immigrant-fearing, evangelical way, but “conservative” in the more respectable sense of having a deep appreciation for tradition and a wariness of change for change’s sake. That’s all fine and good but, in the case of this chapter from his new book, conservatism leads Scruton to a set of remarkably silly claims.
He quickly shifts from railroads to expressions of terror at the next wave of technological progress, the “posthuman future,” as he calls it.
The ‘posthuman’ future promises enhanced bodily and mental powers, immunity to disease and decay, even the conquest of death. And many argue that we have no choice but to embrace this condition: it will happen anyway, if only because biological science and medical technology are both moving in that direction. … A new kind of optimist has therefore emerged, advocating a transformed human being who will emerge from the million years of man’s incompetence to stuff the disasters back in Pandora’s box.
This distopic nightmare would be downright awful, Scruton tells us. Why? Well, for one, we need death in order to make us appreciate life. He references a play about an immortal woman who, after 400 years of life, realized she could no longer love or be loved. “Poetry, drama, portraiture and music show us that mortality is inextricably woven into the human scheme of things,” Scruton writes. They show us that “our virtues and our loves are the virtues and loves of dying creatures; that everything that leads us to cherish one another, to sacrifice ourselves, to make sublime and heroic gestures, is predicated on the assumption that we are vulnerable and transient.”
Of course, most humans live far longer today than they did 1000 years ago and will likely live much longer in the future than they do today. But it is not at all clear that, as a result, a contemporary of Jesus loved his wife and children more than a contemporary of Roger Scruton. Rather, it seems quite obvious that love and virtue will remain love and virtue, easily adaptable to changing circumstances. And if they don’t, if we’re all miserable when we (someday) become immortal, then that misery will lead us to give up our immortality. But I don’t think that will happen. We’ll simply find new ways to be virtuous, to make sacrifices, and to cherish each other. A parent watching his child die is reminded of his love, true, but what a terrifically shitty way for it to happen. The Christian Scruton is simply voicing his religion’s silly fetishizing of suffering–and we’ll all be better off when that sort of thinking withers away.
But that’s not the really silly stuff, no. Because who is leading the charge to this awful, unimaginable world where we all live a really, really long time? Ray Kurzweil. And Facebook. Scruton again:
In Kurzweil’s future people morph into avatars, who peer at each other from the arctic vacancy of cyber-space. This is already happening, as we know from Facebook, MySpace and Second Life. By placing a screen between ourselves and others, while retaining control over what appears on it, we avoid the real encounter–forbidding to others the power and the freedom to challenge us in our deeper nature and to call on us here and now to take responsibility for ourselves and for them.
These two sentences display an old, cranky ignorance of how social networking actually functions in the actual world. For instance, if what Scruton says is true, we’d expect that people today–who use Facebook quite a lot–would spend less time in face-to-face social contact than people in the past. They don’t. Facebook does not replace social interaction, it augments it. Facebook allows us to keep up on old friends, find out what our families are up to, and coordinate real world get togethers. Yes, teenagers spend a great deal of time surfing Facebook and MySpace, but at the expense of television and other non-social activities.
The last sentence of the above quote speaks to a deeper problem of lack of reflection in Scruton’s thinking. After all, what could be more avoiding of a “real encounter” than writing or reading a book? At least on Facebook, there’s another person immediately on the other side of the text, a person who can respond in near real time to challenges of their deeper nature. But, while reading a book, we’re interacting through dead trees with people who are, in many cases, dead themselves. And the typewriter Scuton tapped this book out on certainly did not have the “power and freedom” to challenge the turgid arguments it was forced to manifest upon the page. Books are wonderful things. Interacting through them with authors living and dead is one of life’s great pleasures. But just as books did not destroy humanity and the human condition, neither will Facebook.
Scruton is no different from John Ruskin, who he lampoons in the chapter’s initial lines. He’s faced with technology he doesn’t understand, doesn’t care to understand, and so despises as the harbinger of terrible things. Like Ruskin’s warnings, Scruton’s should not be taken seriously.
A guy like Scruton probably hates rock ‘n roll, too.




Libertarians dig the coercion leitmotif. We care about coercion, find it deeply offensive, and want to stamp it out–even if, some of us argue, this means stamping out the state along with it.