Red Snow Kindle Edition
by F. Wright Moxley (Author), Peter Webster (Editor)
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What next?, you might logically ask:
What happens to human society when it is discovered that we have become sterile, incapable of reproducing? In his first novel, published in 1930, Moxley shows the world, deprived of babies, whirling through religious wars, sex orgies and other madnesses to the days of the last man, when the animal kingdom, spared by God in his foreclosure on reproduction, again inherits the globe. (From a review of the time.)
Originally and repeatedly billed as a work of science-fiction, the story is far more of social commentary, witty and wicked, than sci-fi: there are no alien attackers nor teams of experts trying to defeat them, just an unexplained red dust that settles one day, and disappears as rapidly as it came. Slowly over the next few months, the medical profession, and then the public at large, discovers what the red snow has done.
Scarcely any previous social critic has been so devastating. Moxley shows everything man lives by - morals, the family, the Church, government, commerce, art, the social graces - deserting him as he finds life simplified into a struggle for food and warmth. Lacking other generations to which ideas and things may be transmitted, humans left alive discover how much of their lives was taken up in carrying the race forward.
What was the red dust? Moxley doesn't leave us a clue, but the idea does presage what radioactive fallout and the multitude of polluting chemicals in today's environment could eventually produce. In Red Snow, as now, the threat to human existence comes not from evil aliens but from what we have ourselves wrought. "We have met the enemy, and he is us", said Pogo.
A review of the book from 1930:
HOW A DOOMED RACE WOULD ACT
Author Plays with Fantastic Idea of Civilization Singing Its Swan Song.
RED SNOW. By F. Wright Moxley. Simon & Schuster. $1.
By GLENN HALL.
What would be the actions, reactions, desires and passions of the human race made sterile at a single blow and conscious of its impending doom?
The answer to this involved hypothetical question is the theme of Red Snow, a work full of action, imagination that would do credit to Poe, and a keen insight into human nature, but lacking in coherency and utterly devoid of humor.
The author, at times, goes off at such dazzling tangents that the reader is left bewildered, wondering if he really knows just what he is trying to say.
Then Comes the “Snow.”
The action of the book dates from August 17, 1935, until the last man dies, something less than a century of world chaos. On that date the sun is suddenly blotted out by an ashy, carmine precipitate, which envelopes the globe, sterlizing every human, but having no effect on the rest of the animal or vegetable kingdom.
The author takes Phaeton Andrews, the illegitimate foster son of a financier, as his hero—if such he can be called—the man who is last to die. He chooses a Negro baby, daughter of a west side New York mother, as the last female child to be born.
Through this period Moxley attempts to show what the individual would do; what would happen to governments, finance, business, agriculture, science, invention and politics.
Emotions Run Riot.
He depicts men and women swaying from puritanism to complete subjugation to sex desire; from tolerance to implacable race hatred; from a yearning to live to wholesale suicide and from belief in God to scathing mockery of religion.
While the theme of Red Snow is not new, its essential details are, in so far as the people foresee their extinction. It is characterized by a relentless hatred of all present-day institutions and individuals from President Hoover to Will Rogers.
The author particularly directs his satirical shafts at the United States, apparently because of its financial power, aloofness and failure (according to the writer), to care properly for its babies and young people.
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