"The ABC, that semi-elected semi-nominated body of a few score persons, controls the Planet."
"With the Night Mail" introduced readers to the Aerial Board of Control, a globalist organization in the year 2000 that has been designed to appease international conflict and promote trade via strict regulation of air traffic lifelines. Published in 1912, "Easy as A.B.C." takes place generations after its predecessor. Somewhere between the turn of the millennium and 2065, an epidemic swept the Earth, causing the populace to develop new cultural norms of social distancing to the point where personal space and privacy are valued above everything. People do not congregate in crowds any longer, and largely keep to themselves. Meanwhile, a portion of the populace is rejecting globalism, clamoring for democracy, and wanting a return to the Old Days when people could hold public forums, religious ceremonies, concerts, and various other forms of traditional human interaction.
Did Kipling foresee COVID-19?!?!
Of all places, Chicago seems to be leading the dissenting charge, though much of Illinois still abhores a crowd. A fleet of ABC ships descend upon the rebellious city, led by Board representatives from Russia, Japan, England, and America who are so out-of-touch that they don't even remember where on the planet Illinois is. Finding that Chicago truly has become MAGA country, the Board orders a blinding energy beam attack on the citizens.
This sequel has a very different tone from the first book, which was a prototype hard sci-fi novella with an optimism for the future and an idealized outlook regarding global government. Here we find a more satirical and dark Kipling. But what exactly the author was trying to convey has been the subject of some debate.
One interpretation is that Kipling wrote this story as a vision of his own idea of utopia--people keeping to themselves and minding their own business. But in my opinion, that contradicts what we know about Kipling and the text itself. He certainly didn't seem to think England's failure to mind its own business was a problem. Too many people, even so-called intellectuals and professional critics, make the assumption that the personal sympathies of writers must be in line with those of their characters, which is nonsense. You can write about a racist serial killer and not be a racist or a serial killer.
It is clear that Kipling was simply playing forward what he was witnessing throughout the course of his life in technology, politics, and society. His text paints a neurotic world, not a utopia, where the birth rate is steadily declining so that there are only about 450 million people left despite a massively prolonged lifespan, no wars, and improved public services, a world where people wall themselves off in little enclaves and will fight like angry badgers to keep others away from their own content antisocial isolation, a world where a global air traffic control department can routinely and unilaterally exceed its reach by zapping private citizens who do not submit and obey.
There is no doubt that Kipling was a product of his time. He was born in India and primarily grew up speaking Hindi. He only understood Empire as a cog in the middle class. As he grew older, he simply saw this way of life as a means of opportunity. He had little reason to question the system that gave him birth. But certain things did happen that may have slowly eaten away at this veneer. The Boer War was an embarrassment to England and the reputation of its military prowess. You can see that after 1900 Kipling toned down being so obvious a defender and voice for imperialist England when compared to his heyday in the last decade of the 19th Century. Then, several years after writing this book, Kipling's own son Jack was to be killed on the Western front during WWI. Though he publicly came to terms with the loss as "the burden," the sacrifice for bringing civilization to the "unfortunates" of the world, I think it is in writings such as "Easy as ABC" that we get hints of Kipling's secret thoughts, concerns about Empire that perhaps he would never admit to himself, but which would nevertheless sneak out of his pen.
I have seen some blogs and articles use this book as a reason to label Kipling as suspicious of democracy, since in this story the fate of those clamoring for a return to politics of the people is less than dignified. Perhaps they are right. But if that were the whole picture, I don't think he would have painted a world without democracy in such a silly and, frankly disturbing, light. Literally.
But whatever this story conveys, it was clearly written by a more cautious and skeptical version of Kipling than the one who created "With the Night Mail," and who is light-years different from the young lad who wrote "The Man Who Would Be King." I found this novella to be the most interesting of all of his works that I've read thus far, and well worth experiencing and contemplating, even if the title gets a certain song stuck in your head by the Jackson Five.