"Cancelled" by Danny King

 

I am going to preface this review with the thought that most of my readers know what “cancel culture” is. If you’re fortunate enough to be fuzzy on the concept, it involves the willful defamation and ostracization of a person who may or may not have made a statement offensive to self-righteous observers who lurk on the internet. These observer/judgers bloviate from their self-assigned “high ground.” By and large, these cowards operate in the toxic space of a fully public forum, while maintaining full anonymity. [End of preface.]

Danny King lambasts today’s cancel culture by envisioning its evolution into a strong-arm authoritarian regime in a future dystopian Britain — called “New Britannia.” Told from the viewpoint of Sienna, a 30-ish apparatchik of the New Britannic repressive regime, Cancelled contains such details as these: “A6” sexual consent applications, which must be reviewed by three “womyn” (plural of “womxn” (women)) before the applicant may pursue the object of his desires; all adult non-incarcerated people wear Smart Glasses, giving them access to the Network, which they can access and manipulate by blinking their eyes, and which ground them in the grid. The devices also allow the user to adjust their Vulnerability Condition, or VunCon, which limits what others can say to her or how they behave around her. These represent a bare sampling of the absurdities King includes in his compendium.

In fact, Sienna, or “Sinny,” works under cover as an Auditor, an investigator who brings cases for cancellation before the Auditing Oversight Congress. The author’s range of cancellable infractions is hilarious: a sea-going pirate DJ under investigation for broadcasting songs like Born a Womxn by Sandy Posey, for citing gender identity theory; Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run for its disability discrimination; King Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas for racism; and, among others, Baby, It’s Cold Outside by Dean Martin for its suggestion of rape. And I have to add one other example because it’s just so outlandish: since consuming animal flesh of any kind is strictly forbidden, a former butcher is investigated because a private communique between the (supposedly unrepentant) onetime meat cutter and his son concerned “bringing home the bacon”; at a private family barbecue held four years ago, he’d shaped various tofu, soya, and mycoprotein patties into shapes of outlawed meat cuts; etc, etc.

King devotes the early part of his novel establishing this too-fucked-up-to-be-amusing world, and paradoxically, the effect is hysterically funny. The satire is razor-sharp, damning, and aimed way too well to be anything less than devastating. However, dystopias being what they are, Sienna runs afoul of the highers-up, and the novel veers off into a brand new vivid and chilling direction, with Sienna at the receiving end of state persecution. I won’t deal very closely with this section, except to exhort the reader to pick this novel up, and experience the derring-do of its nail-biting plot. It’s as though King has yanked the blinkers off and we witness the logical end of his chosen theme: the real-life grinding of the state’s terrible machinery as it deals with its cancelled—and defenseless—undesirables.

King wields his observations of the cancel culture with devastating effect. He truly has mastered its absurdity while also warning of its Stalin-era tactics of state control. He demonstrates mastery of at least two types of story-telling in the one novel, and one comes away impressed that he could handle both as superbly as he did.

Take it up!