Interview: Mark Steyn on After America
Armageddon, now in handy, portable, YouTube form.
Nobody writes a doomsday tome because they want it to come true. From an author’s point of view, the apocalypse is not helpful: the bookstores get looted and the collapse of the banking system makes it harder to cash the royalty check. But Cassandra’s warnings were cursed to go unheeded, and so it seems are mine. Last time ’round, I wrote that Europe was facing a largely self-inflicted perfect storm that threatened the very existence of some of the oldest nation-states in the world. My warning proved so influential that America decided to sign up for the same program but supersized. Heigh-ho.
As I said to Mark at the top of our 20 minute interview on the morning his book was released, I received a copy of his book from his publicist on Wednesday, the Dow Jones dropped 512 points on Thursday, and S&P shorted America’s credit rating on Friday.
Now that’s a publicity campaign. (And that was before the London riots made the week’s nightly headlines.)
Mark discusses what H.G. Wells’ Victorian-era Time Traveler would think about life amongst the “Eloi” of the 21st century. He offers his take on Bloomberg.com’s presumably unintentionally hilarious headline yesterday, “Geithner Says European Nations Must Get ‘Fiscal House’ in Order.” And he’ll answer the question that’s been on Thomas Friedman’s mind in recent weeks — “Can Greeks Become Germans?”
All this and much more of the most fun you’ll have contemplating the Spenglerian collapse of a nation near you.
For a podcast version of this interview or for a transcript, visit my blog at Pajamas Media.com, where this post originally appeared in its original form.
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