From just about every newspaper in America:
ON THIS DAY IN 1907 — Science fiction writer Robert Heinlein is born. He’s a four-time winner of the Hugo Award for best SF novel of the year and one of the giant figures in the history of the genre.
My friends at The Heinlein Society* Heinlein fans** are throwing one Hell of a birthday bash in Kansas City. Because I have to work, I can’t go. I’m not as active a following of Heinlein fandom as I once was. The job throws a kink into my social calender, and the blog soaks up a tremendous amount of time.
But I never forgot the important role the works of Robert A. Heinlein played in shaping my opinions. As I’ve written about before, I grew up in a family of Kennedy Democrats. My grandmother was a Kennedy delegate in 1960, for crying out loud. My youthful politics were liberal. I’ve stood there like an idiot with signs proclaiming that we ought to just give peace a chance.
Heinlein would have wanted to slap me upside the head and tell me to wake up. In a way, he did just that. My first Heinlein book was “Friday.” I didn’t buy it because I was impressed with all the glowing reviews of this and other Heinlein works. I bought it because the cover showed a busty blonde chick wearing a blue jump suit unbuttoned down to there. I was in junior high at the time, and the sexy passes left me flustered. The heady political commentary no doubt festered in the back of my brain.
You see, that’s how insidious Heinlein is. You read his stuff becauseit’s so damn much fun — all that violence and action — and you end up being taught tot hink for yourself. I remained a liberal Democrat for the next 15 years or so, but in retrospect, I have to admit there was always a little tinkle, a buzz, really, that was telling me that people really ought to be more self-reliant, and that I ought to not be supporting candidates who want to take away folks guns.
As much as Heinlein put the ideas in my head, it took having to work for a living for a few years that really soured me on the Democratic Party. The final straw came during the 1988 impeachment hearings for Bill Clinton, when members of the party I supported (including the years I worked as a reporter) fawned all over a man who was as far from the Heinlein heroes I respected as a man could get. Feh.
Still I knew I wasn’t a Republican or a conservative.
I came across a passage describing Heinlein as “libertarian,” so I visited a few Libertarian Party Web sites and decided I found a home. I left THAT home after 2001 when I heard LP standard bearer Harry Browne blame the United States for causing the terrorists to attack us. Heinlein would have slapped Browne silly - figuratively speaking, of course. Whether or not a more libertarian-minded foreign policy prior to Sept. 11, 2001, would have gotten the terrorists mad at us or not is debatable, but there’s no debate in my mind on what should have happened after Sept. 11, 2001. And it isn’t sitting around hoping that they don’t get mad at us again. “Starship Troopers” told us what Heinlein would have thought about that idea.
So, Heinlein left me a man without a political party to call my own. Which is where any person with a working brain ought to be.
So, Happy Birthday, RAH. Thanks for the presents.
*As commenter Audry Gifford noted, the bash was organized by autonomous group, although no doubt most are members of the Society.
** I know for a fact that several members of THS were deeply involved in centennial celebration activities. I know because before I essentially gave up Heinlein related activities due to lack of time, etc., I attended one or two online planning sessions.
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