Peter Watts is a Toronto-based marine biologist, science fiction writer. and futurist. If you haven't read any of his books or stories, you're missing some of the most intense and well-thought-out SF published in the last couple of decades. I highly recommend his work, including his novel, Blindsight and his Rifters trilogy. And check out his blog, No Moods, Ads or Cutesy Fucking Icons.
He has a new collection, Fold Catastrophes, which he discusses at length in this interview published in Clarkesworld. Here's an excerpt.
Back when Beyond the Rift came out, my clenching gut said Wake up, people, we gotta hit the brakes before we go over the cliff! But in the years since, things have only got worse—and not only have we failed to hit the brakes, we’re actually flooring the accelerator. The planet falls apart faster than our worst-case scenarios predicted, and we care less than we ever did. The world is on fire, and the nations of the world have scuttled forty-five climate-related initiatives in the past year alone. And while it’s easy to blame the plutocrats and the oligarchs, to say j’accuse at the handful of multinationals responsible for most of the devastation, you have to wonder how those assholes got their hands on the levers in the first place. And the answer is: we put them there. We didn’t see the writing on the wall, or if we did, we ignored it.
Don’t say we weren’t warned. Don’t say nobody told us. Sure, Exxon knew the truth back in the seventies, and they hid it from us. But you know who was talking about global warming back then? Weird Al Yankovic. He wasn’t a scientist. He had no access; there wasn’t even a public Internet in the seventies. He was a nerd who played novelty accordion, and he ranted about the melting of the ice caps during his high-school valedictory address. Sure, he played it for laughs, but it wouldn’t have landed if it wasn’t already part of the zeitgeist—and that was 1976. He saw it coming. A lot of us did. Not enough, clearly.
Now it’s 2026, and it doesn’t even matter if Trump gets the boot at this point. The fact that he ever polled above single digits in any capacity is perhaps the most scathing indictment of the ‘Murrican Mindset one can imagine, and the US is hardly the only villain on the field. So who put those sociopathic shitstains in power, hmmm? There were always alternatives, and we were always told that they were fringe, that voting for an environmentalist would be throwing away our vote, and anyway, it was the Economy, stupid. Enough of us swallowed that line to go out and make it true, year after year, after scorching, drowning year. Now we’re wiping out somewhere between 60,000 and 130,000 species annually (according to the estimates I’ve seen); next year’s shaping up to be the hottest of our lives (but let’s not forget, the coolest of the rest of our lives). And we’re still hitting the gas.
So my gut has long since given up on saying We’ve got to stop before it’s too late, as it did during the Beyond the Rift era.Now it says Fuck you; you had it all, and you threw it away. Enjoy the apocalypse, assholes. I hope you enjoy watching your children burn in the shade. I know I will.
I'm looking forward to reading his new collection, though I probably won't be devouring it in one sitting.
