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The Nuclear Club Might Soon Double

As American power recedes, South Korea, Japan, and a host of other countries may pursue the bomb. Keiko Ogura was just 8 years old when the atoms in the Hiroshima bomb started splitting. When we met in January, some 300 feet from where the bomb struck, Ogura was 87. She stands about five feet tall in heels, and although she has slowed down some in her old age, she moves confidently, in tiny, shuffling steps. She twice waved away my offered arm as we walked the uneven surfaces of the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park, first neutrally and then with some irritation. Ogura can still remember that terrible morning in August, 80 years ago. Her older brother, who later died of cancer from radiation, was on a hilltop north of the city when the Enola Gay made its approach. He saw it shining small and silver in the clear blue sky. Ogura was playing on a road near her house; her father had kept her home from school. “He had a sense of foreboding,” she told me. She remembers the intensity of the bomb’s white flash, the “demon light,” in the words of one survivor. The shock wave that followed had the force of a typhoon, Ogura said. It threw her to the ground and she lost consciousness—for how long, she still doesn’t know. Like many people who felt the bomb’s power that day, Ogura assumed that it must have been dropped directly on top of her. In fact, she was a mile and a half away from the explosion’s center. Tens of thousands of people were closer. The great waves of heat and infrared light that roared outward killed hundreds of Ogura’s classmates immediately. More than 20,000 children were killed by the bomb. Ogura told me that after the initial explosion, fires had raged through the city for many hours. Survivors compared the flame-filled streets to medieval Buddhist scroll paintings of hell. When Ogura awoke on the road, the smoke overhead was so thick that she thought night had fallen. She stumbled back to her house and found it half-destroyed, but still standing. People with skin peeling off their bodies were limping toward her from the city center. Ogura’s family well was still functional, and so she began handing out glasses of water. Two people died while drinking it, right in front of her. A black rain began to fall. Each of its droplets was shot through with radiation, having traveled down through the mushroom cloud’s remnants. It stained Ogura’s skin charcoal gray. In the days following the bombing, Ogura’s father cremated hundreds of people at a nearby park. The city itself seemed to have disappeared, she said. In aerial shots, downtown Hiroshima’s grid was reduced to a pale outline. More than 60,000 structures had been destroyed. One of the few that remained upright was a domed building made of stone. It still stands today, not far from where Ogura and I met. The government has reinforced its skeletal structure, in a bid to preserve it forever. Circling the building, I could see in through the bomb-blasted walls, to piles of rubble inside. Ogura and I walked to a monumental arch at the center of the Peace Memorial Park, where a stone chest holds a register of every person who is known to have been killed by the Hiroshima bomb. To date, it contains more than 340,000 names. Only a portion of them died in the blast’s immediate aftermath. Tens of thousands of others perished from radiation sickness in the following months, or from rare cancers years later. Every generation alive at the time was affected, even the newest: Babies who were still in their mothers’ wombs when the bomb hit developed microcephaly. For decades, whenever one of Ogura’s relatives took ill, she worried that a radiation-related disease had finally come for them, and often, one had. As time passed, news that more countries had built nuclear arsenals reached Japan. Meanwhile, the hibakusha—the Japanese term for survivors of the nuclear attacks—were stigmatized as mutants. Ogura told me that girls in her summer camp looked for burn scars on her body in the shower. Some of her friends’ weddings were called off by prospective grooms who feared that birth defects would affect their future children. Ogura worried that her own wedding would be canceled right up until the ceremony. Since the Hiroshima attack, Ogura and her fellow hibakusha have told and retold their stories of the bombing and its long aftermath. But even the youngest of them are now in their 80s, and soon they’ll all be gone. The horrific reality of an atomic attack is fading out of living memory—even as a new turn toward rapid nuclear armament makes the possibility of a full-blown nuclear war more likely. For all the recent focus on Iran, in a cruel irony, East Asia is where the world’s fastest buildups are unfolding, in China and North Korea. A dangerous proliferation cascade may be about to break out, right in the shadow of Hiroshima. It would likely start in South Korea, and spread first to Japan. It might not stop there. The decades-long effort to keep nuclear weapons from spreading across the planet may be about to collapse. One cold, windy morning in Seoul, a week before I met Ogura, I surrendered my phone at the gates of the Korea Institute for Defense Analyses, a government brain trust that advises South Korea’s Joint Chiefs of Staff. Inside the gray brutalist building, the nuclear strategist Heo Tae-keun was waiting for me. Heo had recently served as South Korea’s deputy defense minister for policy. In that role, he had led the country’s delegations in nuclear talks with the United States. He is a former brigadier general with a rugby player’s build, a sturdy presence in every sense. And yet, that morning, he seemed deeply troubled. President Donald Trump had just begun his second term, but already he was showing less restraint than in his first. Almost immediately, he had threatened Denmark with military force, and he seemed content—delighted, even—to let Russia decide Ukraine’s fate. His disdain for old alliances unsettled Heo. “I am not sure what will happen in Trump 2.0,” he told me. In Korea, he said, in the cautious way of a diplomat, “he is perceived as more unstable in his decision making” than previous U.S. presidents. Stability is prized by nuclear strategists, who by dint of their profession have had to envision, with disturbing vividness, what instability looks like in the nuclear realm. As America’s dependability as an ally comes into question, Heo, like many other South Koreans, is looking around nervously at the dangerous neighborhood where his country is located. South Korea hangs like an earlobe off the eastern edge of Eurasia. Not even a tiny moat like the Taiwan Strait separates it from the three nuclear-armed autocracies immediately to its north. The first of them, North Korea, is still technically at war with South Korea, and Seoul’s 9 million residents are attuned to its closeness. From the city center, where skyscrapers stand alongside old palaces preserved since the Joseon dynasty, it takes just 40 minutes to reach the thin strip of land-mine-riddled wilderness that separates the two countries. When North Koreans came pouring over the border at the start of the Korean War, in 1950, both peoples were poor, and still suffering the aftereffects of Japan’s brutal 35-year occupation. Then, for three years, that war raged up and down the peninsula, from snowy ridge to snowy ridge, killing more than 2 million people. Heo told me, laconically, that South Koreans have no desire to repeat that experience. He gestured toward the sleek, gleaming city outside his window. “We overcame the Korean War, and built an economy and way of life,” he said. North Korea has less to lose. Kim Jong Un has ruled as dictator in Pyongyang for 13 years, during which he has often threatened the South with reunification by force, and, more recently, outright annexation, just as Vladimir Putin has attempted in Ukraine. Kim is quickly expanding his nuclear arsenal. He already has dozens of warheads, and has threatened to use them not only as defensive weapons of last resort, but in a first strike that would turn Seoul into a “sea of flames.” For decades, the threat of intense U.S. retaliation helped keep Kim’s father and grandfather from invading the South. But Kim rules at a time when Pax Americana looks to be winding down. Under Trump, the United States is now reported to be considering pulling troops out of South Korea, though administration officials have denied that. “The Korean people do not know if the U.S. commitment to them is real,” Heo told me. They may soon decide that to deter Kim, they need nuclear weapons of their own. For the better part of a century, the U.S. has sought to limit nuclear proliferation, with considerable success. American presidents have deployed diplomats, saboteurs, and brute military force to stamp out nascent nuclear-weapons programs in Latin America, Europe, Africa, and Asia. They have done so because nuclear weapons are dangerous, and because each new nuclear nation further dilutes the awesome power that America had when it was the only one. Just once has the U.S. helped an ally start a nuclear-weapons program, by sharing technical research with the United Kingdom, its junior partner on the Manhattan Project. In 1946, Congress outlawed all such sharing, and in the decades since, U.S. presidents have worked to keep West Germany, Australia, Libya, Brazil, Sweden, and others from building arsenals—and even helped persuade South Africa to dismantle an arsenal that it had already built. Today, of the world’s 193 countries, only nine have nuclear weapons. Left to its own devices, South Korea could easily have been the tenth. The country is wealthy and technologically adept, and with North Korea next door, it has sufficient motive. The reason the South Koreans don’t yet have an arsenal on hand is that both times they started to build one, an American president found out and persuaded them to stop. The military junta that ruled South Korea in the 1970s launched the country’s first covert nuclear program after the U.S. signaled a pullback from Asia that would culminate in the fall of Saigon. The nervous generals were secretly negotiating with France to purchase a reprocessing plant. When Gerald Ford found out, his administration threatened to terminate the U.S.-Korean military alliance, and pushed to cancel the sale. In the end, South Korea ratified the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty instead, in 1975. Only six years later, after North Korea broke ground on a plutonium reactor, Ronald Reagan’s administration intervened to halt another such program. It was less serious than the first, but Reagan still wanted it canceled: He assured Chun Doo-hwan, South Korea’s president at the time, that U.S. ground troops would remain on the Korean peninsula indefinitely, and Chun agreed to shut weapons research down for good. North Korea has not seen fit to restrain its nuclear ambitions in the same way. During the heady years after the Cold War, George H. W. Bush removed the American warheads that had long been stationed at bases in South Korea, then pressured its president to sign a joint pledge with North Korea to keep the peninsula forever free of nuclear weapons. That pledge proved to be a sham; North Korea tested its first crude nuclear device just 14 years later, during George W. Bush’s presidency. Barack Obama, an optimist on all matters nuclear, believed that he could persuade China to lean on North Korea until it gave up its nuclear program. This didn’t work either. Chinese leader Xi Jinping’s first priority regarding North Korea was and is the stability of Kim’s regime: If Kim’s rule collapses, refugees will flood into China and Xi will lose the buffer state that separates it from South Korea, America’s longtime ally. Xi’s willingness to press was limited, and so Kim kept on building warheads. Xi may feel, in any case, that he is in no position to lecture Kim about proliferation. He himself is engaged in the fastest warhead buildup undertaken by any country since the Cold War’s peak. For decades, China was fine with having a few hundred warheads on hand as a deterrent. But Xi is now adding about 100 a year. He wants an arsenal as large as the ones that the U.S. and Russia have, if not larger. It’s part of his Chinese Dream, the great rejuvenation that he has imagined for his country. And so, in some sense, a destabilizing proliferation cascade has already begun in East Asia, and proliferation often begets proliferation. Julian Gewirtz, who served as the senior director for China and Taiwan affairs on the National Security Council during the Biden administration, told me that China’s astonishingly fast and ambitious nuclear buildup has unsettled countries all across Asia. In both South Korea and Japan, he said, these concerns, combined with uncertainties about the Trump administration, “may lead them to consider ideas that were once unthinkable.” Kim is already estimated to have about 50 warheads, and the material needed to build as many as 90 more. His nuclear ambitions have grown along with China’s. He doesn’t want to be a nuclear peer of India and Pakistan, who have contented themselves with about 170 warheads each. Kim wants to have about 300, like the United Kingdom and France, sources told me. Heo said that nuclear strategists have developed some notions about how Kim might use an arsenal of 300 warheads if nuclear war were to ever break out on the peninsula. The first 100 of them would likely be reserved for Kim’s short-range missiles. They would be able to reach targets in South Korea—military bases, airfields, ports, and perhaps even Seoul itself—in less than two minutes. The radius of the attack could then move beyond South Korea, with another 100 warheads available to strike the country’s regional allies, Japan in particular. Kim is trying to build reliable intercontinental ballistic missiles, onto which the remaining 100 warheads would be fastened. They could be launched all the way to the United States, in waves, to overwhelm missile defenses. North Korea’s first ICBM test, in 2017, was a “threshold breaker,” Jake Sullivan, who served as national security adviser under Joe Biden, told me. It showed that Kim’s effort to build missiles that could reach the U.S. mainland was further along than previously thought. He may now be getting help from Russia, in exchange for the 14,000 troops and millions of rounds of ammunition that he has sent to Ukraine. If Kim could plausibly put Washington, D.C., or Los Angeles in existential jeopardy, would the U.S. really protect Busan and Seoul? This is the question that haunts Heo. He knows that American presidents have a lot of wiggle room when it comes to protecting South Korea. The mutual-defense treaty between the two countries is vague. When President Dwight Eisenhower negotiated it, South Korea’s leaders were still eager to restart the Korean War, to defeat the North once and for all. Eisenhower was willing to station nuclear weapons in South Korea to reassure them, but he refused to promise American military support in every case of conflict between the two countries, because he feared that the South would deliberately provoke a war. The U.S. has always been cagey about its nuclear contingency plans for the region. Even after North Korea acquired nuclear weapons, when Americans conducted tabletop exercises with South Korea, they would often end them just after North Korea launches its first missile, which is right when things get interesting, from the South Korean point of view. The United States Strategic Command, which operates America’s nuclear-weapons systems, doesn’t like to divulge its contingency plans. The South Koreans tend to “leak like a sieve, and their systems have been penetrated by the Chinese,” a former senior Pentagon official told me. STRATCOM officials have professed not to understand why South Korea should even require reassurance; their attitude was Our word has been good for decades, and it’s still good—just take it. As Trump first rose to power, South Koreans found it more difficult to just take America at its word. In 2016, they watched in horror as he riled up rally crowds by denigrating America’s Asian allies as freeloaders. Trump said that South Korea and Japan were ripping off the U.S. in trade and sending only “peanuts” in exchange for an American military presence in the region. He seemed to take special pleasure in threatening to draw down, or perhaps even wholly remove, the nearly 30,000 troops stationed in South Korea. During his first presidency, Trump flattered Kim, and flew to meet the North Korean dictator at summits in Hanoi and Singapore. In exchange for this sheen of legitimacy, Kim paused his missile tests, but only for a couple of years, during which he reportedly kept adding to his nuclear stockpile. A reminder of Trump’s failed policy can still be glimpsed from a border lookout point north of Seoul. When I visited it in January, I could see a pale-gray building a mile or so into the demilitarized zone, beyond wild bush and barbed wire. Trump and Kim met there in 2019, but since then, it has stood mostly vacant, a potent symbol of America’s newly unpredictable foreign policy. According to opinion polls conducted in recent years, 70 percent of the South Korean public wants the country to have its own nuclear arsenal. In 2022, voters elected the conservative Yoon Suk-yeol, a hawk’s hawk on North Korea, to the presidency. Mira Rapp-Hooper, who served as the senior director for East Asia and Oceania on Biden’s National Security Council, told me that she and other officials grew concerned during Yoon’s campaign when he called for the return of tactical U.S. weapons to the Korean peninsula. After Yoon assumed power, the Biden administration tried to reassure him that no such arsenal was necessary. Biden’s staff proposed a grand gesture, a declaration that would serve as an addendum to the two countries’ vague mutual-defense treaty. The Washington Declaration was announced during Yoon’s visit to the White House in April 2023. That night, at a state dinner held in Yoon’s honor, he and Biden clinked glasses to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the alliance. Yoon, who is not otherwise known for his personal charm, rose to the occasion, singing a few bars of “American Pie,” by Don McLean, in English, to loud cheers from the assembled guests. A few months later, an American Ohio-class nuclear submarine docked in Busan, as a show of strength. But by then, Biden’s presidency, and its policy of reassurance, was close to an end. Over the course of the following year, it became clearer that Trump would be his successor. For the second time in less than a decade, Americans would elect as their leader a chaotic and untrustworthy man who seemed hostile to the very concept of alliances. When Heo and I discussed the possibility that South Korea may need to go nuclear, he emphasized that he wouldn’t want an arsenal just for its own sake. Members of the defense intelligentsia would prefer to keep the American alliance the way it is. But they have to prepare, in case South Korea is left to deal with Kim on its own. Like almost everyone I talked with in Seoul, Heo eventually mentioned Ukraine. When the Soviet Union fell, Ukraine had a nuclear arsenal on its soil, but Bill Clinton helped persuade the Ukrainians to give it up. Not to worry, he said. The U.S. will have your back. Near the end of my time in Seoul, I sat down to lunch with Park Jin, who served as foreign minister under Yoon. We met at a café downtown, just as the morning’s snowfall was letting up. Park, 68, has the elegant manners that you might expect of a former top diplomat, and he was stylishly dressed in a black blazer and turtleneck, set off by a gray cashmere scarf. Just a few days earlier, in the hours following Trump’s inauguration, the new president had offhandedly referred to North Korea as a “nuclear power” in response to a reporter’s question about foreign threats. Park was focused on that remark. He told me he had initially hoped that it was a simple mistake, but those hopes were dashed when Trump’s incoming defense secretary, Pete Hegseth, used the same language in a written statement to the U.S. Senate. This characterization may sound innocuous, given that everyone already knows that North Korea has a nuclear arsenal. But official recognition of a rogue nuclear power is usually a prize to be bargained for in geopolitics. It was not one that any previous American president had been willing to grant Kim, and certainly not for free. Park believes that Trump was using it as a concession to lure Kim to another meeting, one that could hasten his country’s abandonment by America. “The North Korea issue is the unfinished business from his first administration,” Park said. “And he’s a businessman.” Having already conceded North Korea’s legitimacy as a nuclear power, Trump won’t have many cards to play if he does attempt another renegotiation with Kim. Now that Kim’s nuclear arsenal is larger and Russia is his ally, he has more leverage, and may not even wish to meet. In search of a deal, Trump might try to secure a commitment from Kim to stop building ICBMs that threaten the U.S., and then declare victory—leaving North Korea’s ability to nuke Seoul entirely intact. Several South Korean security elites told me that a deal like that would be tantamount to abandonment, especially if it were paired with a troop withdrawal. During his first term, Trump asked his staff to set a troop withdrawal from South Korea in motion. James Mattis, his secretary of defense, reportedly slow-walked the request. Now, according to The Wall Street Journal, the Defense Department is reviewing its Korea policy, and a reduction in troops is being considered, although a Pentagon spokesperson denied that there was any “immediate” plan to draw down forces. If Trump does try again to withdraw troops from South Korea, it’s not clear what would stop him. When Jimmy Carter attempted something similar, he was foiled by intelligence assessments that counseled strongly against it. But Tulsi Gabbard, Trump’s director of national intelligence, is an isolationist, and—like the rest of his Cabinet members—a loyalist above all else. She has already fired agents for an inconvenient intelligence assessment. She could make sure that no one stands in Trump’s way. It can sometimes be helpful to think of there being two South Koreas. The country is highly, and maybe even dangerously, polarized. The month before I arrived in Seoul, Yoon had declared martial law on false pretenses. Shortly after I landed there, he was charged with insurrection. Walking the streets, I heard dueling mass protests, for and against him. A megaphone call-and-response boomed through the downtown high-rises. In early June, Lee Jae-myung, a liberal candidate, won the snap election to replace Yoon. Normally, the election of a liberal president would quell talk of a South Korean nuclear-weapons program for a while, but now even some of the country’s liberals are nuclear-curious. In March, two foreign-policy-establishment figures from the new president’s party said that it is time to consider nuclear armament. Months before Trump’s reelection, Victor Cha, the Korea chair and president of geopolitics at the Center for Strategic and International Studies, sent a survey to hundreds of South Korea’s national-security elites. Of the 175 that responded, 34 percent said that they were in favor of South Korea acquiring its own nuclear weapons. But that poll is already out-of-date. The nuclear conversation among South Koreans has only grown louder since Inauguration Day, and Cha expects the volume to rise even more in the coming years. If a pro-nuclear consensus took hold among elites, it could all move quickly, because public support is already there, Cha told me. I heard something similar when I visited Yang Uk, a nuclear strategist at the Asan Institute for Policy Studies, in Seoul. After giving me a tour of his office—a charmingly boyish space packed with model fighter jets and combat knives in glass cases—Yang told me that he, too, has been hearing more nuclear talk among South Korean strategists, and not only within the small clique that has long supported a homegrown nuclear program. It’s happening among lots of mainstream people, he said. If South Korea were to launch a nuclear program, it would probably do so in secret. Its leaders would want to avoid suffering through an American-led sanctions regime, as India did after detonating nuclear devices in 1998. South Korea’s export economy would shrink rapidly if Hyundai and Samsung suddenly couldn’t sell their cars, smartphones, and chips abroad. “We would be fucked,” Yang told me. He may have been speaking personally: The Asan Institute is funded by an heir to the Hyundai fortune. South Korea might secretly seek America’s blessing. Cha imagined South Korea putting a feeler out to the White House: You don’t have to support our nuclear program. Just don’t oppose it. Some people in the current Trump administration wouldn’t be inclined to oppose it at all. During his 2016 campaign, Trump himself suggested that South Korea and Japan should consider getting their own nuclear weapons. Elbridge Colby, now his undersecretary of defense for policy at the Pentagon, has said that the U.S. shouldn’t use sanctions to deter Seoul from developing them. Colby has just been put in charge of formulating America’s National Defense Strategy. I called Scott Kemp to ask him how quickly South Korea could spin up a plutonium weapon. Kemp, a professor at MIT, is an expert on the industrial mechanics of proliferation who previously counseled the U.S. government on questions of this sort. He told me that in a mad-dash scenario, South Korea would probably need only a year to reprocess enough nuclear waste from its power plants to make a weapon. “There are plutonium-bomb designs floating around,” he said. “It would astonish me if South Korea had not acquired some of them.” To build out an entire arsenal that would present a clear deterrent to North Korea would take longer, perhaps 10 years. “Those would be 10 very dangerous years,” Cha told me. Many of the riskiest scenarios introduced by nuclear weapons arise during these unstable “breakout periods,” especially when adversaries are operating with limited information. If Kim learned of the program, he might use force to try to prevent its success, as Israel has in Iran. Even if he did not use nuclear weapons, he might try to invade, especially if there were fewer U.S. troops in his way. South Korea would be able to marshal a much more capable military response than Iran, and if a war did break out, it could last years and possibly draw in the neighborhood nuclear powers. Russia would probably back Kim, and China might pitch in too. In 2016, Xi Jinping levied harsh sanctions on South Korea just for installing a single missile-defense system. Xi would be aghast to learn that a new nuclear arsenal was materializing just 250 miles from the Chinese mainland. News of a South Korean arsenal would be consequential throughout East Asia. It would almost certainly spur further proliferation in North Korea and China, but also quite possibly in Japan. Late one night after arriving in Tokyo, I met Cha for a drink on the top floor of the Okura Hotel. Beneath us, the city’s elevated freeways curved through a dense matrix of glass towers, giving the Akasaka district its layered and futuristic feel. Cha was in town for a security summit; in a ballroom on a lower floor, he and I had just attended a private speech by Shigeru Ishiba, Japan’s prime minister. Less than a minute into the speech, Ishiba had mentioned the threat from North Korea. Cha noted that for all of this public North Korea talk, in private, it was the prospect of South Korea going nuclear that seemed to spook Japanese security experts the most. Japan and South Korea have mutual-defense commitments, but they are not friends. Koreans have not yet forgiven Japan for devoting an entire bureaucracy to the sexual enslavement of Korean women during its violent colonization of the peninsula. Japanese elites will tell you that their leaders have apologized many times for these crimes, and even paid compensation. Korean elites will tell you that the compensation was paltry, and the apologies heavy on the passive voice. They note that Japan’s history textbooks still take quite a sympathetic view of its imperial adventures in Korea. Both countries depend on America for their national security, and neither wants to be the junior partner in the region. South Koreans do not like that the U.S. allowed Japan to reprocess uranium into plutonium, starting in 1987, while they still cannot. Japan’s conservatives wonder why it was South Korea that received a special Washington Declaration and not their country. You can imagine how tempers in Tokyo would flare if South Korea were to leapfrog plutonium-rich Japan and develop nuclear weapons first. I asked Ken Jimbo, one of Japan’s most respected nuclear strategists, what his country would do in that instance. We met in a conference room at the International House of Japan, overlooking the institute’s famous garden. Originally owned by a samurai clan, it had, unlike most local Edo-style gardens, survived the Allied firebombing of the city. The red-and-white Tokyo Tower loomed behind it in the eastern sky. Jimbo told me that if South Korea built its own nuclear arsenal, the desire to possess such weapons would surely spill over to Japan. “We would have to be very serious about what to do next,” he said. Japan has been rearming itself with impressive speed already. As the country’s war crimes have receded in historical memory and China has grown stronger, many Japanese have come to feel that the country’s pacifist constitution is outmoded. Jimbo told me that he was personally embarrassed when the troops that Japan sent to Afghanistan in 2001 weren’t allowed to join combat missions. During the decade following the outbreak of that war, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe led a movement to loosen the constitution. The country’s militarization has recently accelerated: By 2027, its defense budget will have surged by 60 percent in just five years. There isn’t yet a loud, open conversation about going nuclear in Japan, as there is in South Korea. As the lone people on Earth to have suffered nuclear attacks, the Japanese have so far remained committed to three “non-nuclear principles,” which require the country not to produce nuclear weapons, possess them, or host others’ on Japanese soil. A generation ago, belief in these principles was so strong in Japan that it was hard to imagine the country ever building an arsenal. But antinuclear sentiment has lost potency during the past 20 years, according to Masashi Murano, a senior fellow at the Hudson Institute. China’s rapid nuclear buildup has unnerved the public, Murano said, and so has North Korea’s. Japanese media once covered Kim’s family as an eccentric sideshow. Now every smartphone in the country gets a push alert when Kim lobs a missile into the Sea of Japan, or over the Japanese archipelago and into the Pacific. I asked Narushige Michishita, a strategist and professor at the National Graduate Institute for Policy Studies, in Tokyo, if he could imagine the circumstances that would push Japan to go nuclear. He told me that he would pay close attention to what America’s president did. I asked what kinds of things he would watch for. A map of East Asia sat unfurled between us. Michishita touched his finger to South Korea and Taiwan. If the U.S. abandoned either of them during a crisis, Japan would probably need to go nuclear, he said. Scott Kemp, the MIT professor, told me that Japan has almost certainly already done the preparatory work. In 1969, Prime Minister Eisaku Sato is said to have signed a secret memo, instructing the government to make sure that Japan would be ready to build a nuclear arsenal should the need arise. That same year, Sato’s administration began to put an enormous amount of money into its centrifuge program, which now reprocesses nuclear waste into plutonium. I asked Kemp how long Japan would need to make a single warhead. His answer: Only a month, if speed were of the essence. Nuclear weapons can be thought of as a kind of cancer that started metastasizing through human civilization in 1945. A few times during the Cold War, this cancer threatened to kill off much of humanity, but a partial remission followed the fall of the Berlin Wall. The U.S. and the Soviet Union agreed on a limit of 6,000 deployed warheads each—still enough to destroy most of the world’s major cities many times over, but down from the tens of thousands that they’d previously stockpiled. The high-water mark for the disarmament movement came in 2009, when President Obama called for a world without nuclear weapons. For this address, Obama chose Prague, the site of the Velvet Revolution. He cast his eyes over a crowd of thousands that morning, and then over the whole continent. Peace had come to Europe, he said. Now it was time to go further, and negotiate a new arms-control treaty with Russia. The very next year, the two countries committed to cap themselves at 1,550 deployed warheads. At the time, China still had fewer than 300. Disarmament wasn’t on the near horizon, but the trajectory was favorable. How long ago that moment now seems. The world’s great-power rivalries have once again become fully inflamed. A year after invading Ukraine in 2022, Putin suspended his participation in the capping agreement with the United States. He has begun to make explicit nuclear threats, breaking a long-standing taboo. Meanwhile, the Chinese have slotted more than 100 ICBMs in deep desert silos near Mongolia. The military believes that the U.S. has to target these silos, and Russia’s silos, to deter both countries, and doing so eats up “a big chunk of our capped force,” the former senior official at the Pentagon told me. Nuclear strategists in both of America’s major parties are now pushing for a larger arsenal that could survive a simultaneous attack from Russia and China. Those two countries will likely respond by building still more weapons, and on the cycle goes. The writer Kenzaburo Oe has argued that it is the Japanese—and not the American scientists at Los Alamos—who have most had to reckon with the possibility that all of these nuclear weapons could bring about our extinction, or something close to it. This national reckoning has a geography, and Hiroshima and Nagasaki are its sacred sites. The day before I met Keiko Ogura in the Peace Memorial Park, I rode the bullet train southwest from Tokyo past the snow-tipped cone of Mount Fuji, then Old Kyoto and Osaka’s outer sprawl. In the early afternoon, I arrived at Hiroshima station and made my way to prefecture headquarters to meet Hidehiko Yuzaki, governor of the Hiroshima prefecture. Yuzaki’s warm cherrywood office is the size of a small apartment. He has been governor for more than 15 years, and in that time, he has become the global face of Hiroshima. He played a large part in the G7 meeting that the city hosted in 2023, and Obama’s official visit in 2016—the first by a sitting U.S. president. Yuzaki is sometimes criticized for what local rivals say is an excessive focus on international affairs, but he sees his work with foreign leaders as continuing a great tradition in Hiroshima, dating back to the second anniversary of the atomic attack on the city. The mayor at the time, Shinzo Hamai, organized a peace festival, and in a speech that afternoon, he argued that Hiroshima should take on a new role in global culture as a mecca for the contemplation of disarmament. Since then, the city has been rebuilt into a wholly modern metropolis, but also an open-air museum that forces the mind out of the abstract realm of grand strategy and into the concrete reality of nuclear war. I asked Yuzaki if he has become disillusioned as the world has again tipped toward nuclear proliferation. Was he troubled that the fastest buildups are occurring in East Asia, in Hiroshima’s backyard? He told me that he was frustrated. It was disheartening to him that people hadn’t yet grasped the real meaning of nuclear weapons. So long as anyone has them, there is always a risk of proliferation cascades, and no one knows where this new local one may end. The desire for these weapons is contagious, and could spread well beyond nervous national-security types in Seoul and Tokyo. Indeed, the entire Non-Proliferation Treaty regime could unravel altogether. When Israel, India, and Pakistan went nuclear, they were not part of the Non-Proliferation Treaty (nor are they today), but South Korea is a member in good standing and Japan is, in some sense, the treaty’s soul. If those two countries flout the agreement, it will have effectively dissolved. Jake Sullivan, the former U.S. national security adviser, told me that the risk of a global proliferation cascade would rise “considerably.” The initial regional cascades are easy to imagine. The American pullback in Ukraine has already made Poland and Germany a lot more interested in going nuclear. If the Iranian nuclear program survives Israel’s attacks and develops a weapon successfully, Saudi Arabia and Turkey will likely want arsenals as well. The number of countries that have nuclear arms could quickly double. We have some muscle memory for how to manage nuclear rivalries among a few great powers, Sullivan told me. But a strategic landscape of 15 or 20 nuclear powers could be risky in ways that we cannot anticipate. The odds of a nuclear exchange occurring would rise. The most potent current warheads are more than 80 times as destructive as the bomb that leveled Hiroshima’s urban core, and they now fly on missiles that can reach their targets in mere minutes. It would take only one of them to all but erase Tokyo, Seoul, Beijing, or New York City. The total damage that even a limited exchange of these more powerful weapons would cause is mercifully unknown to us, but it may be vain to hope for a limited exchange. The most elaborate and significant war game in the literature suggests that the cycle of nuclear vengeance would continue until the arsenals of all involved parties are spent. If a nuclear conflict does someday break out, death and destruction might very quickly unfold on a planetary scale. Every moment that humanity spends with these weapons spread across the Earth, pointed at one another, is a foolish gamble with the highest-possible stakes. We are betting every chip that our nuclear-weapons technology and alert systems will not malfunction in existentially dangerous ways, even though they already have, several times. We are betting that no head of state who has red-button access will descend into madness and start a nuclear war, even though we know that leaders run the whole gamut from Marcus Aurelius to Caligula. Before I left the Hiroshima-prefecture headquarters, I asked Governor Yuzaki what people usually overlook when they come to his city. Yuzaki paused for a moment to consider the question. He has personally hosted heads of state who control these arsenals. He said that most people are moved. He has watched foreign dignitaries weep in Hiroshima’s museums. He has seen them sitting in stunned silence before the memorials in the Peace Park. People feel horrible about what happened here, he told me. But they don’t seem to understand that humanity is now risking something even more terrible. They think that Hiroshima is the past, Yuzaki said. It’s not. It’s the present. Source of the article

GOATReads: Psychology

The Myth of the Human Brain

You might be thinking of your brain all wrong. Key points The cerebrum, especially the cerebral cortex, has long been thought to be the important part of our brain. However, the cerbrum contains less than 20 percent of the neurons in our brain. Eighty percent of our brain cells are in the cerebellum, which performs functions linked to the unconscious Your mental image of your brain probably looks something like what's pictured here. The cerebrum, shown here, is where all the really important stuff is supposed to happen in humans: consciousness, executive function, perception, motor control, a lot of memory, and, of course, the infamous amygdala where “fear” reputedly lives. The large size of the cerebrum—especially the cerebral cortex—relative to the rest of the brain, is a uniquely human trait that conventional wisdom says makes us smarter than animals. Indeed, in most conversations, you could substitute "cerebrum" for "brain" and no one would quibble with your choice of words. And "cerebral" is synonymous with "smart" in common parlance. There’s just one problem with all of this: the human cerebrum contains less than 20 percent of the brain’s roughly 100 billion neurons. [1,2] If, as Yale neuroscientists Robert Williams and Karl Herrup assert [3], the number of neurons in a brain region is a measure of the importance of that region for behavior, shouldn’t we pay more attention to a single brain region that contains over 80 percent of the neurons in the human brain? And what is that region anyhow? An Overlooked Brain Structure The answers to the above questions are "yes" and "the cerebellum": the small, football-shaped structure tucked in behind the cerebrum, almost as an afterthought. You can see it in the image here. The cerebellum is so inconspicuous that if one omitted it from an image of the brain, most people wouldn’t notice. Indeed, cerebellum is Latin for “little brain,” implying that the structure has correspondingly minor importance. When I learned neuroanatomy—and later taught it in a medical school—neuroscientists used to tell students that people born without a cerebellum (a rare condition called cerebellar agenesis) can lead relatively normal lives, as evidenced by case studies [11]. But according to neuroanatomist Dr. Herculano-Houzel, the human cerebellum contains 80.2 percent of the neurons in the human brain, compared to a meager 18.6 percent in the cerebrum (with 1.2 percent residing in the brainstem, midbrain, and other subcortical structures such as the hypothalamus). [1,2]. So what are all those cerebellar cells doing? Traditionally, the cerebellum was thought of primarily as a motor structure, critical to fine movements, balance, and eye movement. [4] More recently, the importance of the cerebellum for speech (especially the incredibly complex coordination of tongue, lips, jaw, and throat muscles of speech), emotional regulation, memory, cognitive function, and prediction and planning has come to light. [5-10]. Cerebellar cognitive affective syndrome (CCAS), a condition which results from cerebellar stroke, tumor, or trauma, underscores the importance of the cerebellum for non-motor functions, by highlighting deficits in executive function (e.g. planning), language (grammar deficiencies, word choicem atonal speech), spatial abilities (orientation vs disorientation) and mood (flat affect). [6] The Cerebellum and Our Unconscious One reason the cerebellum may get so little respect is that much of what it does occurs quickly, automatically, and without conscious thought. When we speak, we don’t consciously plan where we’ll place our tongue with each upcoming syllable. For that matter, most of us don’t know which word we will utter next until we hear ourselves say it. Nor do we notice the incredible precision with which we predict how much the image of the world will move on our retinas when our gaze is about to shift, so that we can “zero out” that retinal movement to keep the world from seeming to jump around when we move our eyes. The reason is that the cerebellum is built for speed and precision, not considered thought. The majority of cerebellar cells, called granule cells, are small, densely packed neurons with relatively few synapses per neuron (<10), which collectively act as blindingly fast parallel processors. In contrast, the mainstay of the cerebral cortex, more loosely packed pyramidal cells, typically have tens of thousands of synapses per neuron, operate more deliberately, and are associated with conscious experience (perception, memory, thought). Although many unconscious processes also occur in the cerebral cortex [11] and in subcortical and brainstem areas (heart rate regulation, blood pressure, hunger, thermoregulation) [12-16], a significant portion of what we think of as “the unconscious” takes place in the 80 percent of our brain cells that get no respect. Your cerebellum already knew that; now your cerebrum does too. Source of the article

GOATReads: Literature

“The Door’s Still Locked”: Fiction after Fascism

What unites Jordan Peele’s Us, Bong Joon Ho’s Parasite, R. F. Kuang’s Yellowface, Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale (remade into a Hulu series), and the most recently viral Severance? We might call this a new genre: Labor-as-Horror, given rise, perhaps, by how much “labor” has been in the headlines. There are varying interpretations: It can be a horrible thing (i.e. migrant or child labor); it can be a necessary thing under horrible attack (i.e. Trump’s labor cuts; AI’s replacement of humans); or it can itself be “horror” (i.e. Severance as an indictment of American work culture). “Labor” forces us to ask: Who has power? “Horror” forces us to ask: Who is the monster? And the combination of the two, “Labor-as-Horror,” tells us to beware the uncomfortable fractures in our otherwise ordinary work. What if, in fact, labor is a horror? Might the uncomfortable be a euphemism for the horrific? And might the fractures be bellwethers of actual collapse—of society, or safety, or everything we think we know? Or, perhaps, are we already living in that collapse? In 2024, shortly before the US collapsed into its own panic of federal layoffs, job cuts, and halted funding—what CNN called a labor “bloodbath”—two novels were translated into English. Alia Trabucco Zerán’s Clean and Michele Mari’s Verdigris offer Chilean and Italian examples of Labor-as-Horror. And no wonder, set as they are in modern-day Santiago and 1969’s Nasca, respectively. More specifically, Clean and Verdigris are set in the states of Chile and Italy after the collapse of their fascist governments. As their characters move through their everyday work, this history of fascism is simply fact, air, breath. Clean centers around the testimony of the housemaid Estela, assumed to be a murderer, while Verdigris is about the declining memory of the old groundskeeper “Felice: a true monster.” It is within the details of Estela and Felice’s work—as domestic workers—that the horror emerges: “Stiff, forced smile[s] which are really ‘grimace[s] of terror,’” a laundry of “shirts with bloodstains,” the “mass slaughter” of slugs in the garden, and lettuce heads with “voices chattering in French.” The novels move toward revelations of death, destruction, and injustices obscured. In this way, the features of their work become structural and emotional fractures, and these fractures become horrific reflections of the persisting “social fissures” of the Pinochet and Mussolini regimes. For Estela and Felice—as for Chile and Italy—fascism is in the past. And yet its horrors endure. Clean is narrated by a housemaid, Estela; throughout the novel, she is being interrogated for the death of her employer’s daughter. It’s written in choppy, beguiling prose, akin to Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace and mirroring Scheherazade’s storytelling in Arabian Nights. Estela’s narration is filled with macabre reflections on life and death, imbued with visceral descriptions of bodily or emotional violation and, always, dread. One gets the feeling that Estela’s life is on the line: She wants to tell a good story; she wants to say something meaningful about death, society, and the family that employed her; she wants to be listened to; and she keeps asking, “Can you hear me?” Estela states at the beginning of the novel, “I’m going to tell you a story, and when I get to the end, when I stop talking, you’re going to let me out of here.” But this promise, by the novel’s end, collapses. “Hello?” Estela asks after she has finished her story. “I’m in here. The door’s still locked.” The entire project of Clean is, in fact, a rumination on collapse. The novel begins with an epigraph from Albert Camus’s The Fall, and Estela’s recounting ends with a rock being thrown into the air. She laments, “I didn’t hear it fall.” For the entirety of the novel, readers are likewise waiting for the moment to “drop”—for the little girl, Julia, to die. Although written like a mystery, Clean holds no surprises, only the anxious and uncomfortable fractures that crop up in Estela’s daily, monotonous work: the hiding of a stray dog, who Estela is later forced to kill; Julia’s father’s strange confession one night, which Estela is forced to listen to; Julia’s mother, toasting “cheers” to her guests immediately after mistreating Estela. These events don’t serve a specific plot, as much as they build malaise and the terrifying realization that we are all trapped, alongside Estela, in the story, the interrogation room, and the social system of labor. Indeed, if there is any surprise in Clean at all, it is that neither the “how” nor the “why” of Julia’s death—the entire reason for Estela’s confession—are ever fully revealed. “What did the cause matter?” Estela asks. The point is the collapse. (Of safety, the promise of freedom, and the previous conviction that we might “get used to life there.”) “The damage was already done,” Estela says, “It’s important you understand. Spilled blood can’t return to its source. Just as a lifeless body will eventually sink underwater. Just as the crack that opened up that day would be impossible to mend.” This impossibility might have been top of mind for Trabucco Zerán, who belongs to “a generation of writers who were children during the Pinochet era but largely came of age after the democratic transition,” explains Caroline A. Miranda. “Even as they have tasted political freedom, the legacy of the dictatorship has followed them into adulthood: the missing who never returned, as well as an economic system and a constitution molded by the military regime that is still used to govern the country.” How, then, could one not connect Estela’s warning to Chile’s fascist past? It is a distinctive and perhaps incriminating time, then, for Trabucco Zerán’s Clean to come to English-speaking audiences, and especially to the United States, where fascism is on the rise. There are obvious resonances between Pinochet and Trump: their carefully constructed legal immunity; their use of propaganda and conspiracy; their refusal to accept any election results not in their favor. Most blatantly, Trump is now echoing Pinochet’s “disappearings”: the one-thousand-plus people who Pinochet’s dictatorship kidnapped and killed, leaving no record of their fate. Now, only two years after Chile began uncovering what it could of these disappeared people, the US government kidnapped and disappeared a green-card holder, pro-Palestinian organizer and Columbia student Mahmoud Khalil. Khalil’s case was the first out of a series of many attempts to deport, detain, and disappear not only pro-Palestinian activists but also migrants, dissenters, and people of color. The use of the word “disappear” as a verb with a passive object is vital: not just “Khalil disappeared” but “the Trump administration disappeared Khalil,” or “Khalil was disappeared (by the government).” Khalil is turned into the passive object that is disappeared, rather than the sentence’s subject. He is stripped of grammatical agency, just as he is stripped of his political agency and legal rights. The horror, of course, is that what happens merely grammatically is, then, what happens in real life. This use of “disappear” is often credited to Pinochet and threatens not just death or detainment but the literal quashing of one’s existence, voice, and memory. It is consequential and oppressive: an act of terror. In Chile (and in Spanish) it identifies victims of the Pinochet regime, known as “Los Desaparecidos” (The Disappeared). And in Clean, it is the apparatus upon which the novel’s thriller/horror element depends. Estela is afraid of disappearing. “Can you hear me?” she asks in the second sentence of the novel. “Can you hear me?” she asks again in the second-to-last sentence. Estela is constantly concerned with disappearance: She is haunted by the concept of being forgotten, erased, and, indeed, “disappeared” in the passive form. When she is ordered to wash a dress, Estela notes that it “was so soft that at any moment it seemed it might disappear, and I with it.” When asked to clean the fallen figs from the yard, Estela remarks, “I cleaned until every last trace of death had disappeared. The tree would never recover, it had found its cause. After a few months they cut it down.” When Estela muses about the child Julia’s death, she says, “Of course the girl wouldn’t remember me. But maybe, had she lived, she’d have remembered my hands.” And when she thinks of herself and her past, Estela confesses, “It’s a strange coincidence, because it’s like my childhood memories all mounted up until my seventh birthday and then, poof, disappeared.” Estela’s fear of disappearance is the reason she is invested in her storytelling, the reason she is haunted by Julia’s death, and the reason she cannot forget her own mother. The mundanities of her work threaten violence. She notices bloodstains in her employers’ dental guards, laundered shirts, and chewed fingernails. She sees death in the trees, the box of rat poison, the dustbin. She shoots a dog between its eyes. How is it that something can suddenly, “poof, [be] disappeared,” even oneself? Clean ends with three questions: “Hello? Can you hear me? Is anybody there?” The following white space, marking the end of the novel, marks also Estela’s final disappearance. This move is foreshadowed in all the preceding chapters, themselves split up into small written chunks and divided by tense, white space. These breaks are themselves disappearances—time jumps, words unspoken, unvoiced grievances—over and over again. That is, until the very last one, in which Estela is vanished. Such disappearances are “places like the hidden storage room behind the dismantled bed at the side of the hayloft, places like the rich earth that lay under the lawn,” explains Michele Mari in his gothic horror novel Verdigris. “In both cases,” he writes, “these places and memories housed bodies: was it possible that this was all the past granted us, dead people or ghosts? The executed or the disappeared?” Mari’s characters—much like Trabucco Zerán’s—live in the ruins of a collapse they have yet to recognize, or, perhaps, even remember. Indeed, disappearance in Verdigris is directly tied to memory, and in particular the deteriorating memory of Felice, the delirious groundskeeper of a northern Italian estate. In the summer of 1969, Felice strikes an unlikely friendship with his employer’s grandson, the 13-year-old Michelino. Michelino is entranced by Felice’s Otherness: his “lumpy and spongelike nose,” his rural dialect (which itself “seems to present a break from reality,” as Brian Robert Moore writes in his translator’s note), and, most of all, the fact that Felice’s memories are “disappearing at a devastating rate, because for every erasure that he noticed there must have been many others that, by the very virtue of the memory having vanished, left no sign and inspired no suspicion.” Michelino and Felice’s friendship is precarious, and readers are unsure who might hurt the other. Felice is older, menacing, physically grotesque, with a mysterious history; but Michelino is smart and a member of the social elite, indeed the grandson of Felice’s employer. Their friendship is not only unlikely but laden itself with the unease of the horror genre. It is also reminiscent of Victor Frankenstein’s relationship to his monster. Throughout the novel, indeed, Michelino refers to Felice as his “monster,” and he extracts a frightening glee from this relationship. “While I felt disheartened by the impossibility of helping [Felice] to put his unsettled mind back in order,” Michelino confesses, “there now crept in the joy of being able to confirm that my monster truly was a monster.” Michelino makes it his mission to recover the memory of “ugly,” “monstrous,” “poor” Felice. He quizzes his grandfather’s groundskeeper on facts, interviews him about his past, and devises a game of mnemonic devices (“fleece” for “Felice,” “NASCAR” for the town “Nasca,” et cetera). But what begins as an assumption of a biological disorder—“senile dementia,” Michelino suspects—has more sinister roots. In fact, Felice is traumatized by his past, and in particular, the historical violences brought on by a fascist state. He was abandoned as a child and a witness to murder. He does not have a last name. The historical records do not account for his employment at the summer estate: “The local officials at the time made a clean sweep of the preexisting documentation.” And Felice’s memory, Verdigris insinuates, is overwritten by further trauma, such that he is constantly “in contact with something frightening and unhuman … with the dead, essentially.” In this way, the novel draws direct conclusions between oppressive political systems and the act of disappearing memories, histories, and people. “And what about no one knowing who owned this house before the Fascist era? Do things like that happen too?” Michelino asks his grandfather. “They can happen,” his grandfather responds. “And a Fascist prefect randomly making up a new name for a municipality, that can happen too, and with not a single inhabitant remembering the previous name?” “That’s life, tout passe…” Michelino is horrified by his grandfather’s shrugging acceptance of historical revisionism: “The same old crap they teach you in school to get the better of you,” he exclaims. “Everything flows and nothing stays, you convinced yourself that things were a certain way when, upsy-daisy, they’ve changed.” This collapse is the horror in Verdigris, just as it is in Clean. Michelino goes on to discover wine bottles filled with blood, hidden barrels of meat-eating slugs, and the skeletal remains of Nazi soldiers: all hidden in his grandparents’ otherwise beautiful estate. “Why did the people who knew keep quiet?” Michelino asks. And why did Felice continue to “liv[e] permanently among the house’s mysteries … sleep[ing] in his little room, work[ing] in our garden and orchard”? The question is similar to the ones Estela poses: By now you’re probably wondering why I stayed. … Why do you stay in your jobs? In your poky offices, in the factories, in the shops on the other side of this wall? I never stopped believing I would leave that house, but routine is treacherous; the repetition of the same rituals—open your eyes, close them, chew, swallow, brush your hair, brush your teeth—each one an attempt to gain mastery over time. A month, a week, the length and breadth of a life. Both Clean and Verdigris ask us what we would do in the face of collapse. What we would do if we lived in “a place where we city dwellers … slowly yet meticulously progressed toward its own destruction”? In both novels, labor is laden with horror precisely because its mundanities so easily mask inequality, structural oppression, and even the tyrannies of fascism. The ease with which we can continue in our respective daily tasks is one of the most obvious and horrendous ways we surrender our own freedom, agency, and remembrance. What would we do in the face of an active disappearance—of people, memory, history? Would we keep quiet? Would we allow the mechanical repetition of labor, silence, or routine to pacify us? What would we do, if we were to be in that place? As Anna Aslanyan writes, Verdigris can be read as a “a commentary on collective amnesia, a condition affecting not just contemporary Italy, where fascism is becoming a real threat again, but also societies all over the globe”—especially in the United States, which just welcomed the novel’s English translation. The same concern with amnesia, of course, can be found in Clean. “From now on you can no longer say that you didn’t know,” Estela tells us, before she disappears forever. “That you didn’t hear or see. That you were oblivious to the truth, to reality.” This is the double horror of both novels. We live in that place now.  Source of the article

GOATReads:Politics

See Me like a State

The “world’s most advanced surveillance technologies,” explains political scientist Minxin Pei, are to be found today in China. These domestic spying initiatives boast powerful data-collection capabilities, as well as ostentatious, science fiction–inflected names: Skynet, Sharp Eyes, Golden Shield. What’s important to Pei’s The Sentinel State: Surveillance and the Survival of Dictatorship in China, though, is that none of this technology turns out to work particularly well. True, Skynet may collect license plates and facial-recognition matches and camera feeds from all across the country; but videos must be watched, images cross-checked, and automated decisions second-guessed. In Wuhan, as Skynet’s output increased, the city was forced to hire over 2,700 employees to comb through the videos it produced; in Shenzhen, Skynet’s demands for 24-hour coverage required a district-level public security bureau to set up more than 170 new surveillance centers employing some 760 full-time police staff. The pitfalls of individual programs vary somewhat, but the broader story remains largely the same: again and again, Pei details the vast human infrastructure needed to support widespread technological surveillance at the scale of a country as large as China. This ballooning of personnel to support technological surveillance programs mirrors the growth of a decades-old and millions-strong human informant network that has embedded itself deep into Chinese civil society. In The Sentinel State’s telling, many Chinese civic organizations are infiltrated to the hilt and heavily monitored by a panoply of state security forces. In just a single city, informants successfully sabotage more than one hundred potential protests in a year; security agents attempt to ply a civil-society activist with gifts for her child; a lawyer in Beijing is tailed by uniformed police officers during politically sensitive anniversaries. Chinese academia, too, is rife with informants. Less elite schools, Pei observes, can sometimes get by with only a single tipster stationed in each department—not so at the prestigious Beijing Foreign Studies University, where the rate jumps to as high as one per classroom. This resemblance between the ubiquity of the camera operator and the ubiquity of the informant demonstrates that the atmosphere of paranoia and restraint that sustains China’s dictatorship needs little in the way of advanced technology. “Simply knowing that secret police and their informants may be watching can lead one to curtail one’s anti-regime activities,” Pei laments. “Herein lies the true power of the Chinese surveillance state, [made] possible [by] millions of ordinary citizens watching and listening in the course of their daily lives.” Only one part of this story typically gets told. In recent years, coverage of China has settled on describing a sort of mythical authoritarianism without authoritarians—the Chinese regime, we are told, endures and will endure because of unprecedented advances in technology that allow for never-before-seen forms of intrusion into citizens’ lives. Josh Chin and Liza Lin’s book Surveillance State alternates between descriptions of “digital utopia” and a “dystopian police state … armed with AI.” Elsewhere, Kai Strittmatter’s We Have Been Harmonized paints a picture of “digital totalitarianism,” according to the publisher’s description, where “facial and voice recognition, GPS tracking, supercomputer databases, and millions of high-resolution security cameras make it nearly impossible for a Chinese citizen to hide anything from authorities.” It is against this discourse that Pei’s The Sentinel State positions itself. Pei’s argument is quite digestible: He contends that the endurance of autocracy in China is less a function of technology than it is of human labor in the form of informant networks, labor-intensive domestic spying, and heavy policing. Pei is not a denialist when it comes to Chinese authoritarianism, nor is he interested in downplaying the extent of China’s surveillance state. But he is keenly aware of the ways in which today’s Chinese autocracy looks more like the past than not, and he is wary of the extent to which this story of technological tyranny obscures important realities of the situation on the ground in China. Though Pei does not make this case forcefully in his book—instead choosing to focus on the empirical details of China’s surveillance apparatus—The Sentinel State helps shine a light on how the idea of techno-authoritarianism serves as a kind of totalizing narrative: one which has pernicious effects on our ability to understand the political situation in China. As stories about flashy new technologies eclipse more measured coverage, it becomes easy for foreign audiences, particularly those in America, to lose track of the actual harms inflicted by China’s surveillance state. Put more simply, this narrative of techno-authoritarianism takes a difficult-to-summarize situation filled with diverging interests and mundane realities and flattens it into the language of the American cultural imagination, inflected with lurid Cold War fantasy and as contemptuous of complexity as it can be. Why has it taken so long for a book like The Sentinel State to emerge? If human surveillance explains the persistence of dictatorship in China, what explains the persistence of the techno-dystopian canard which keeps us from seeing this? For starters, the myth of a techno-authoritarian China is deeply rooted in America’s cultural discourse. And this isn’t helped by the fact that the lines between futurist prediction and science fiction have become increasingly blurred. For example: Taiwanese computer scientist Kai-Fu Lee has sounded the alarm about an AI arms race between the United States and China in his 2018 book AI Superpowers. But he has also coauthored a 2021 English-language short story collection called AI 2041 with the science fiction author Chen Qiufan, another veteran of the Chinese tech industry. Like Chen’s 2013 novel Waste Tide—which features a high-tech Chinese system called Compound Eyes keeping watch over “every street, every corner, [and] every expression on every person”—AI 2041 gives us a flashy and entertaining view of a future digital dystopia. Unsurprisingly, AI 2041 was a bestseller in the United States, with rave reviews in the Financial Times, the Wall Street Journal, the Washington Post, and the New York Times. This is not to fault Lee and Chen for writing a quite compelling work of literature. But it is worth noting that quasi-fantastic narratives of this type have found an eager audience in Americans, whose view of the reality of Chinese surveillance differs little from the fiction they read. After all, “the world consumes much of its imagery of East Asia”—including China—“through pop cultural forms [in which] the region is largely depicted as a collection of high-tech, productive societies” with a “natural proclivity to master technologies of the West, from sedans to silicon chips,” according to historian Andrew Liu (leaning on the work of literary critic Colleen Lye). It is this imagined proclivity that “is precisely what makes Asia so dangerous” in the minds of Americans. And it is this idea—that China has taken the technologies of the West, and turned them authoritarian and malignant—that animates much of the narrative of digital dictatorship, which The Sentinel State works so hard to complicate. This fascination with the role of technology in Chinese politics is continuous, in Liu’s view, with a broader cultural tendency in which “East Asia is either a hypermodern civilization that reflects the degradation of [the] US … or, conversely, [a] threat that will one day overtake Euro-America, subsuming it within itself.” Liu and other scholars dub this tendency “techno-Orientalism,” a trend that runs most obviously through the ubiquity of Asian megacorporations in genre-defining science fiction works like Blade Runner (1982) and Neuromancer (1984), and appears more subtly in The Matrix (1999), Ex Machina (2014), and other cultural products set in and around imaginary East Asias. But techno-Orientalism is not just a problem of media representation, or even just of putative racism. Rather, it serves to obscure the true stakes of the debate over Chinese surveillance: subjecting the complexities of Chinese oppression to a sort of homogenizing American anxiety. In the techno-Orientalist frame, the problem is less about the danger the Chinese regime poses to its own people and more about the danger it poses to the West. For the techno-Orientalists, Liu observes, “decades of industrialization and accumulation in the Asia-Pacific region have brought to life [new] fantasies of an exceptionally dominant China [as] dystopian threat.” This story also serves convenient political purposes. Putting technology at the center of the narrative about Chinese unfreedom allows American security hawks to frame China as a high-tech threat to the entire “free world.” And this, in turn, allows them to fold seemingly humanitarian concerns about surveillance into their broader project: China containment. The logic of the so-called US-China tech war shifts the conversation away from questions of human rights and toward questions of national-security policy, lumping the problem of the surveillance state in with debates about sanctions, semiconductor export controls, trade protectionism against Chinese electric cars, and the forced divestment of Chinese investors from apps like TikTok. It doesn’t hurt, either, that this narrative places American commentators on the same footing as Chinese dissidents and activists, for whom the PRC’s surveillance state is a genuine threat. As China’s access to technology becomes the object of focus, it becomes easy to conflate the danger posed by specific technologies to victims of the Chinese regime with a vague notion of a tech-enabled global China threat, creating a narrative that both inflames nationalist paranoia in Americans and flatters the self-importance of America’s China hawks. China threatens me just as China threatens you, the story goes—so what’s good for me, an American defense analyst, must also be good for you, an exiled Chinese human-rights lawyer. One of the most important observations in The Sentinel State comes near the middle of the book, when Pei remarks that “a society shot through with informants will be riven by distrust, eroding the foundations of democracy [and] social trust.” Pei is a political scientist and his book a recognizably social-scientific work of scholarship. Still, this observation about the long-term social effects of surveillance connects The Sentinel State to a long history of writing in the Chinese humanities, one which runs through the history of the People’s Republic, and perhaps even extends backward into imperial China. Such a history can be seen in the Nobel Prize–nominated Chinese writer Can Xue, whose writing often returns to the subject of how Chinese society is structured by pervasive surveillance.2 Can Xue’s writing is deeply interested in how the basic form of Chinese social life begins to resemble the state’s apparatuses of supervision and control as trust erodes and suspicion proliferates. Can Xue’s characters live in a world of perpetual monitoring from which no one can escape, literary critic Jianguo Chen points out, but this monitoring comes not just from the “dictatorial party [but] the hateful masses as well.” Take Can Xue’s novella Old Floating Cloud. Here, the line is blurred between state and social surveillance, between being watched by an informant and being watched by an inquisitive neighbor, or between watching someone and being watched. This blurring occurs as a character flits between observing and avoiding observation, gripped by a fear that his thoughts and feelings are as visible to his coworkers’ prying eyes as his neighbor’s actions are to his.   At home after work, he pretended to trim his beard. … With the mirror in his hand, he observed his neighbor’s movements behind him. He felt a little relaxed after assuring himself nothing suspicious was going on. Maybe his erratic heartbeat gave him away? … He thought everyone could hear the noise. That was why everyone at the office stared at him. … To prevent people from hearing his heartbeat, he sneaked into [the] office and looked out the window for hours [but] today, stretching his head out the window, he noticed heads at the other two windows [and] realized they were colleagues in the same room. Conversely, in Can Xue’s Five Spice Street, we see echoes of The Sentinel State’s overwhelmed Skynet staff. Here, members of a neighborhood voluntarily, and with minimal coordination, create an atmosphere of “extensive surveillance,” in an incompetent attempt to catch what they believe to be sexual transgression. These neighbors thoroughly ruin the quality of life on their street. Yet, in the end, these self-appointed watchers cannot even agree on the appearance or age—let alone the behavior—of their target. It is not by coincidence that one of the most incisive depictions of state and society in China comes from a literary figure. As noted by the critic and social theorist Nan Z. Da, close reading and other techniques of linguistic and literary analysis have long been key tools of Chinese surveillance. Such techniques date back to at least the Hundred Flowers Campaign, in which Mao invited intellectuals to candidly express their views of his regime before subjecting their writings to careful inspection for signs of punishable dissent. Chinese writers, Da observes, therefore have an understanding that surveillance can often take the form of “technical hairsplitting” or the “combing [of] text for minor, semantic transgressions.” Coverage of Chinese civil society often applauds clever efforts to evade censorship using technological countermeasures, usually by way of coded phrases that censors cannot detect or encrypted messaging apps and video filters that allow Chinese netizens to avoid the attention of social media monitors. But if coded phrases and secure apps exist to evade digital censors, then an entire infrastructure of textual and cultural analysis—powered by humans and trained on a tradition of politically motivated close reading—exists as a sort of backstop for Chinese censorship. And, as Da notes, it has done so for at least decades. In Hong Kong, for example, Chinese national-security authorities clamped down on protests since 2020. Consequently, cultural products—from novels to songs to children’s picture books—were scrutinized for signs of prodemocracy sympathies, in what the Hong Kong legislator Dennis Kwok decried as a “literary inquisition.” This is all to say that—as both Chinese literature and The Sentinel State can tell us—there are specific harms perpetuated by China’s society of surveillance that cannot be seen clearly if we take something like “digital totalitarianism” as our lens of analysis. In a country where informants permeate every layer of social interaction, the solution is not as simple as outsmarting an algorithm or evading capture on a video feed. Rather, the threat of being watched by both state and stranger—of your writings and thoughts being turned over for dissent—shapes intellectual life in ways that technological surveillance by itself cannot. Techno-authoritarianism may pit the dissident against the security camera. But an informant society pits the dissident against everyone, at least in their mind. These are somewhat counterintuitive observations for many China watchers, but such insights about surveillance and social trust are by no means unique to Minxin Pei nor the writers and critics who can see them from the world of Chinese-language letters. They are simply reflections of the ugly realities of Chinese authoritarianism that a story of technological dystopia elides. Attempts to frame China’s surveillance state as a product of dastardly Oriental adaptation or a downstream effect of the wrong side winning the tech war obscure the true difficulty of the situation faced by Chinese citizens and human-rights advocates–—that the surveillance state cannot be sanctioned into nonexistence or tricked into irrelevance, because it lives in the heart of the country’s civil society and is inextricably tied to the form of its social relations. The Sentinel State goes a long way to pointing us toward the above argument, because it recognizes that Chinese authoritarianism is fundamentally not a technical problem. And the book is useful because it not only reveals that the system does not rely on technology, but also that the harms it creates cannot be avoided by technical means. Pei’s ability to articulate this remains the strongest quality of his latest book: The Sentinel State returns us to the premise that politics is a human affair, and surveillance a human phenomenon. Early in The Sentinel State’s description of the popular myth of Chinese techno-authoritarianism, Pei references George Orwell’s 1984, perhaps to lightly mock the most tired of all dystopian clichés. But whatever his intentions, Pei’s invocation of Orwell remains worth examining. Though 1984 gave us many of the images that still define tyranny for Western audiences—TVs watching their viewers chief among them—it ultimately isn’t these technological tricks that undo Orwell’s protagonist. Instead, it’s Winston’s misplaced faith in individuals who turn out to be part of a carefully oriented network of informants and secret police, the reveal of which undercuts his belief in the basic premises of social trust and destroys the last meaningful relationships in his life. Even the most cited-to-death work of literary dystopia knows that technology can only do so much. At the end of the day, dictatorships are made up of people, their harms human-sized and their fortunes rising and falling with the currents of social life. Source of the article

Why Have Birds Never Gotten as Big as T. Rex?

Even the most massive birds have never reached the sizes of their dinosaur relatives Evolution has a fondness for big birds. During the past 66 million years, repeated on different continents and islands all over the world, avian dinosaurs have reached prodigious sizes and even become apex predators in their ancient habitats. Ten-foot-tall elephant birds strutted across Madagascar until a thousand years ago. The sharp-beaked “terror birds” of prehistoric South America were formidable carnivores for tens of millions of years. And the nearly seven-foot-tall, nut-cracking Diatryma strutted through ancient forests of western North America in search of ripe fruit and nutritious seeds 45 million years ago. Such enormous birds almost seem like a return to the Mesozoic days of giant, feathery dinosaurs, which raises the question of whether such avians could ever reach Tyrannosaurus rex sizes. The repeated evolution of huge birds is part of the dinosaurian legacy. Beaked birds were the only dinosaurs to have survived the asteroid-triggered mass extinction at the end of the Cretaceous. Avians like the six-foot-tall Palaeeudyptes that waddled across ancient Antarctica about 30 million years ago and Titanis, a towering carnivore that was the only terror bird to live in North America between 1.8 million and 5 million years ago, underscore that prodigious dinosaurs were not only relegated to the times of Stegosaurus and Triceratops. The conditions that allowed birds to evolve to large size over and over again have varied from case to case, however, and the process has left a lingering question. If birds possess the traits that opened the possibility of truly giant, multi-ton statures for non-avian dinosaurs, why have we not seen a bird the size of a T. rex? Often framed as laboratories of evolution, islands can provide some insight into the aviary of big birds our planet continues to host. In a 2023 study, ornithologist Raquel Ponti of Portugal’s University of Porto and colleagues looked at the influence of the “island rule” in birds. The hypothesis contends that on relatively isolated island environments, large species often become smaller and small species become larger. The phenomenon is often attributed to a lack of large, hungry predators like big cats or dogs, allowing island species to evolve in different ways than if ever-hungry predators were influencing island ecology. Birds can get big, in other words, in the absence of predators eating eggs, chicks and even flightless adult birds that can’t simply fly off to escape. The varied moa species of ancient New Zealand, the enormous elephant birds of Madagascar and even the recently extinct dodo of Mauritius are all examples of what can happen when birds settle in on islands. “When a species colonizes a new environment where there are no predators or competitors, as well as new resources and food availability, the species is free to evolve toward optimal sizes and shapes,” Ponti says. One common trend she and her colleagues noticed is that island-dwelling birds not only tend to become larger than their mainland counterparts, but also evolve longer legs and rounder wings. Both traits are connected to spending more time on the ground and a shift away from migrating by flying, only possible because of the absence of predators eager to pick off birds that spend much of their time foraging, nesting and moving around on the ground. A landmass does not have to be entirely devoid of predatory animals to foster the evolution of big birds, however. “We know that in the past, large birds evolved alongside large avian predators,” says ornithologist Hanneke Meijer of the University of Bergen in Norway. The large, flightless moas of New Zealand evolved about 17 million years ago, but between 600 to a million years ago they lived alongside the huge Haast’s eagle, the abundance of the large birds perhaps even allowing such a predator to evolve. The important thing, Meijer notes, is that big birds tend to evolve in habitats with plenty of ecological possibility. Isolation on an island without large carnivores can open plenty of possibilities for birds, but so can living on larger landmasses where resources are abundant and predators are few. Big fossil birds such as Diatryma, for example, lived among vast forests around 50 million years ago when mammal carnivores were small and didn’t have as strong an influence on the prehistoric landscape. The fearsome “terror birds” of South America certainly benefited from such opportunity. The continent was a giant island between 2.7 million and 66 million years ago, where the biggest mammalian predators ranged from weasel-size to about as big as a leopard, around a hundred pounds. “Isolated in South America without competition from large mammalian carnivores, terror birds were able to evolve into a variety of predatory niches, including apex predators,” says Indiana University Bloomington paleontologist Thomas LaBarge. The carnivorous birds, like the mammals, evolved into a broad array of sizes among coexisting species, undoubtedly with different prey preferences and niches. Whether on islands today, or larger continents during prehistory, big birds evolved wherever such flightless giants could peck out a niche for themselves. Tall birds called mihirungs —nicknamed “demon ducks” by some—lived on the island continent of Australia between 30,000 and 25 million years ago. And even on ancient North America, which was more connected to Eurasia during the past 66 million years, large birds like Diatryma lived between 45 million and 55 million years ago. The pattern, Ponti notes, suggests that in habitats vacated by large, hungry predators, the easiest thing for some birds to do was get big and not fly. In each of these cases, it appears that birds grew to large sizes relatively quickly, during times that predatory mammals and birds of prey were either rare or absent. “We often look to islands where we see all this crazy experimentation happening due to islands being smaller and isolated, like an evolutionary pressure cooker, but it can happen on the mainland, too,” Meijer notes, “just less often and probably more slowly.” Despite how often big birds have evolved, however, none have reached the heights or masses of the non-avian dinosaurs that thrived between 66 million and 232 million years ago. For flying birds, the lack of airplane-sized birds like the monster in the 1957 creature feature The Giant Claw can be explained by constraints around flight. Flying is an energy-intensive behavior that requires more and more muscle power the bigger an organism gets, to the point that a flying creature can only become so massive before it’s grounded. Flightless birds, however, are another story. At least two factors have allowed dinosaurs, including birds, to evolve to a wide range of sizes. Paleontologists have proposed that air sacs emanating from the respiratory systems of many dinosaurs surrounded and invaded their bones, which allowed their skeletons to be lighter without sacrificing strength, with the bonus of helping the animals breathe more efficiently. Egg-laying, too, has been cited as a critical factor in gigantism. Laying eggs, rather than gestating offspring inside, freed dinosaurs from having to carry bigger and bigger babies for longer terms, as elephants and other large mammals do. Birds retain both these traits from their dinosaur ancestors, yet they have never equaled their largest extinct relatives in size. Even though air sacs and eggs are important contributing factors to giant dinosaur size, these biological quirks removed barriers rather than required bodies to get bigger. In a post-Cretaceous world, birds have likely never experienced sufficient evolutionary pressure to be as tall or as massive as T. rex. Perhaps predatory birds like terror birds could have grown larger, Meijer notes, as being bigger would have allowed them to catch, kill and consume a broader array of prey, but apparently no such evolutionary interaction took place to boost their size further. In fact, a 2023 study suggests that terror birds were stamping on and kicking prey smaller than themselves rather than going after large animals like giant sloths and armadillos of prehistoric South America, perhaps limiting how large they eventually became. Nevertheless, some impressively big birds roamed our planet. Based on recent finds in South America, LaBarge notes, paleontologists know that terror birds that were at least 10 percent larger than the giant, ten-foot-tall Kelenken lived on the continent. It’s unlikely that terror birds got much larger given that available prey were mostly small, LaBarge says, “but I will say that the largest terror birds absolutely ventured into the size and weight range of some non-avian theropods.” The largest terror birds may have even been the biggest birds of all time. If there is any possibility for tyrannosaur-size birds, the avians will have to evolve during some future time. With more than 11,000 species of living birds on Earth now, feathery creatures alive today will almost certainly give rise to future giants as our planet continues to change. The only question is how large they may become, a potential outcome in what birds remind us is a persistent and still-unfolding Age of Dinosaurs. Source of the article

Why the Ancient Craft of Dry Stone Walling Still Holds So Much Appeal in the 21st Century

Artisans around the world are ditching the mortar and embracing an old method of building rock walls John Shaw-Rimmington started building dry stone walls after the stones themselves complained to him. It was the 1980s, and he was living in Ontario, working for clients who wanted decorative stone veneers affixed to the sides of concrete walls. “The stones were saying, ‘We are not decoration. Do you understand?’ And I said, ‘Yeah, I get it.’” Shaw-Rimmington ditched the concrete and helped revive the ancient craft of dry stone walling. A dry stone wall is made of nothing but stones, carefully fitted together in such a way that the wall won’t fall down. Gluing the stones with mortar—a paste made of lime or cement mixed with sand and water—is simpler in the short term. But when a dry stone wall breaks, it’s easy to repair. You just have to fix one section, and the wall as a whole remains secure. When a mortared wall cracks, the entire wall is in peril. “We dry stone wallers call mortar ‘the devil’s glue,’” Shaw-Rimmington said. “It smears and it stains and it owns you. Can you make stone walling no fun at all? Yes, try and put mortar in it.”  Shiprock, an art installation at the Point Arena Lighthouse in Northern California, was created by dry stone builders from Canada. Nearby, the builders also constructed a Druid’s Circle of standing stones and a unique stone fence. Christie Hemm Klok People figured out how to make dry stone walls thousands of years ago. In Scotland, dry stone structures date back as far as 5,000 years, to the actual Stone Age. The Maya ruins in Lubaantun, Belize, built around the eighth or ninth century A.D., used dry stone construction. So did the Great Enclosure, an enormous complex in Zimbabwe, built between the 13th and 14th centuries. The Japanese dry stone craft of ano-zumi thrived in the 17th century. The very fact that these walls still stand in any form speaks to the strength of their construction. Dry stone walls appeared all over Britain after 1604, when so-called “inclosure acts” divided common lands among the elite. The tradition carried on from there. When photographer Christie Hemm Klok traveled to Scotland, she found dry stone boundary walls just down the road from ancient stone settlements like Clachtoll Broch. The building style was so common throughout the country that Scottish locals couldn’t understand why she found the walls so interesting: “I would pull over to photograph a wall, and people would ask me, ‘What are you taking a picture of? That’s just a wall that holds in sheep.’” But a dry stone wall doesn’t have to look like a sheep pen. An imaginative builder can put the stones together in all sorts of combinations. You start by digging a trench about three to six inches deep and filling it with gravel. Then you assemble each layer, one stone over two, two stones over one. You can shape the stones with a hammer and chisel as you see fit. Some of them, called “tie-through stones,” need to go all the way from one side to the other. Others, called “hearting stones,” are lemon-sized wedges that help keep the interior structure intact. As you build upward, the wall should get narrower. At the end, you set heavy “coping stones” along the top. As long as you stick to these and other basic principles, you can make all kinds of choices about colors, shapes and patterns. “I always tell my clients, ‘It doesn’t have to be these big, rustic walls,’” said Kristie de Garis, a dry stone waller in Scotland. “You can create really modern lines, a really neat structure. You can space the stones out evenly and create a nice visual flow. You can do pretty much anything with dry stone, actually.” De Garis also tells her clients that a dry stone wall is an investment in the future. “It’s a proper legacy thing. Mortared walls need to be redone roughly every 15 to 30 years. But there are dry stone walls still standing after thousands of years. What price do you put on forever?” You won’t find many dry stone walls in the western United States. When the country expanded, the easiest way to divide properties and fence in animals was with wood and wire. There was no need to build structures that would last, especially given how rapidly the boundaries were changing. But you can find them in New England. Farmers clearing the forests piled up the rocks partly to get them out of the way. The walls they made weren’t always meticulously constructed, as Robert Frost hints in his 1914 poem “Mending Wall”: “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, / That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, / And spills the upper boulders in the sun; / And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.” He describes the process of mending the wall with his neighbor, picking up the rocks that have fallen to each side: “And some are loaves and some so nearly balls / We have to use a spell to make them balance: / ‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’” Frost knew how to craft a poem, but it seems he didn’t quite understand how to put together a wall. “I would say some of my earlier work was kind of like that,” Daniel Peterson, a landscape designer and dry stone walling instructor in the Twin Cities, said with a chuckle. “In our workshops, we teach certain techniques for building with different shaped stones, including round stone. Ideally you don’t want to cross your fingers as you walk away and hope that it stays up.” Frost was also wrong about the frost: A well-built wall won’t fall down when the frozen ground swells underneath it. Peterson can attest to this, after years of living and working in Minnesota. “When you see a concrete wall, it’s very rigid and has no flexibility. Whereas when you’re building with dry stone, it’s like weaving a rope. It can move and shift as the ground freezes and thaws.”  Last summer, Peterson traveled to Northern California to teach a dry stone walling workshop there. Christa Moné, the local landscape designer who organized the event, had been struggling to find craftspeople who knew how to carry out her dry stone wall designs. So she reached out to the horticulture program at the nearby junior college, and to retired people and homeowners who wanted to build walls on their own property. Sixteen people showed up to learn from Peterson. “I’m really trying to mobilize our region and get people interested in these stone walls,” explained Moné, who first fell in love with the structures while she was living in France. “These walls can be firebreaks between vineyards and homes. If there’s a grass fire coming through, it will stop at the wall.” Well-built walls can also be stable during earthquakes, which may seem surprising, given that there’s nothing to hold them together. But while mortar cracks, well-fitted stones can nestle in even more tightly after the ground shakes. And when portions break, they’re easy to fix. “Remember, these walls have been built around the world forever,” Moné pointed out. “When you go to Japan, you see dry stone walls that have withstood giant earthquakes just fine.” When it comes to aesthetics, Moné has a different challenge than the one de Garis faces in Scotland. Moné’s California clients have no preconceived ideas about dry stone walls. They don’t feel particularly bound to any tradition—they can build a Japanese garden, an English garden, an Italian garden or anything else they choose—but they tend to be drawn to modern materials they see on Pinterest.  “I tell them that while synthetic materials like vinyl can look really good, there’s a loss of connection when we’re surrounded by them,” Moné said. “When we find ourselves surrounded by natural materials, I think there’s a feeling of relief. But it can be hard to explain to people why they’re going to enjoy that stone wall so much more than a stucco wall. You just have to feel it.” Dry stone walls can serve all kinds of functions, but they’re also beautiful just for their own sake. David F. Wilson, a waller from Dundee, Scotland, uses the medium for public art. In his creations, you can see distinct patterns of color, shape and size. “It’s a brilliant material for public spaces because it’s very robust,” said Wilson. “There’s basically no maintenance. And because it’s very textured, it tends not to attract graffiti or vandalism.” In 2016, Wilson received a Churchill Fellowship, a grant that sends British citizens abroad for four to eight weeks to study advancements in their fields. Wilson traveled to North America to learn about new developments in dry stone walling. “People there are finding their own way of working with stone, and that allows a degree more of personality to come into the-work,” he said. He was astonished when he traveled to New Windsor, New York, and saw Storm King Wall, an art installation by the English artist Andy Goldsworthy. The wall, which was built in the late 1990s and is 2,278 feet long, undulates instead of forming a rigid line. “It’s got this interesting dynamic movement,” said Wilson. “The wall is not a barrier. It weaves in and out of the trees in a way that makes spaces for the trees to shine.” A few years after Storm King Wall made its debut, Peter Mullins, a landowner in Mendocino, California, decided he wanted to invite stone artists to his ranch. He brought in craftspeople from far and wide, supplying catered meals and kegs of beer as they worked. The site became known as the Mendocino Stone Zone (later, the Mendocino Stone Ranch). At Mullins’ request, Shaw-Rimmington came down from Canada to build a dry stone stagecoach house. The project amused Shaw-Rimmington—he’d never seen an actual stagecoach house built in that way, and certainly not in California. “But this is fanciful history,” he said approvingly. “It’s iconic, because you walk through the forest and you come across this thing, and it is as if you’ve found something ancient. North America needs more of that.” Shaw-Rimmington and his crew went on to build other projects nearby, like a large stone fence at the Point Arena Lighthouse. As someone who communes with his materials, Shaw-Rimmington had to make some adjustments in California. Most of the stones at his disposal were left over from other projects and didn’t have a uniform aesthetic. A lot of the rock along the California coast was also less durable than the fieldstone he was used to working with back in Ontario. “The stones, it seemed, were inviting us to be counterintuitive,” he said.  Frost wrote about forces in nature that don’t love a wall. But to hear Shaw-Rimmington talk, the stones themselves delight in being fitted together by expert hands. “They’re so willing!” he said. “And if they’re not, there are so many lessons you’re learning. It could be you’re using them in the wrong place. Or it could be that you need to just be quiet for a while.”  Once a wall is complete, he said, the vibrant creative energy remains. “You can sit in front of a well-built dry stone wall and it’s like watching television. You can sit there and look all day, just enjoying the fits, enjoying the way the colors come together. It kind of pours out. It doesn’t get tiresome.” As he sees it, people who use recreational drugs are only trying to get at something like this natural high. He added with a mischievous laugh, “There’s a reason they call it getting stoned.” Source of the article

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The Concept of Taste

The concept of the aesthetic descends from the concept of taste. Why the concept of taste commanded so much philosophical attention during the 18th century is a complicated matter, but this much is clear: the eighteenth-century theory of taste emerged, in part, as a corrective to the rise of rationalism, particularly as applied to beauty, and to the rise of egoism, particularly as applied to virtue. Against rationalism about beauty, the eighteenth-century theory of taste held the judgment of beauty to be immediate; against egoism about virtue, it held the pleasure of beauty to be disinterested. 1.1 Immediacy Rationalism about beauty is the view that judgments of beauty are judgments of reason, i.e., that we judge things to be beautiful by reasoning it out, where reasoning it out typically involves inferring from principles or applying concepts. At the beginning of the 18th century, rationalism about beauty had achieved dominance on the continent, and was being pushed to new extremes by “les géomètres,” a group of literary theorists who aimed to bring to literary criticism the mathematical rigor that Descartes had brought to physics. As one such theorist put it: The way to think about a literary problem is that pointed out by Descartes for problems of physical science. A critic who tries any other way is not worthy to be living in the present century. There is nothing better than mathematics as propaedeutic for literary criticism. (Terrasson 1715, Preface, 65; quoted in Wimsatt and Brooks 1957, 258) It was against this, and against more moderate forms of rationalism about beauty, that mainly British philosophers working mainly within an empiricist framework began to develop theories of taste. The fundamental idea behind any such theory—which we may call the immediacy thesis—is that judgments of beauty are not (or at least not canonically) mediated by inferences from principles or applications of concepts, but rather have all the immediacy of straightforwardly sensory judgments. It is the idea, in other words, that we do not reason to the conclusion that things are beautiful, but rather “sense” that they are. Here is an early expression of the thesis, from Jean-Baptiste Dubos’s Critical Reflections on Poetry, Painting, and Music, which first appeared in 1719: Do we ever reason, in order to know whether a ragoo be good or bad; and has it ever entered into any body’s head, after having settled the geometrical principles of taste, and defined the qualities of each ingredient that enters into the composition of those messes, to examine into the proportion observed in their mixture, in order to decide whether it be good or bad? No, this is never practiced. We have a sense given us by nature to distinguish whether the cook acted according to the rules of his art. People taste the ragoo, and tho’ unacquainted with those rules, they are able to tell whether it be good or no. The same may be said in some respect of the productions of the mind, and of pictures made to please and move us. (Dubos 1748, vol. II, 238–239) And here is a late expression, from Kant’s 1790 Critique of the Power of Judgment: If someone reads me his poem or takes me to a play that in the end fails to please my taste, then he can adduce Batteux or Lessing, or even older and more famous critics of taste, and adduce all the rules they established as proofs that his poem is beautiful… . I will stop my ears, listen to no reasons and arguments, and would rather believe that those rules of the critics are false … than allow that my judgment should be determined by means of a priori grounds of proof, since it is supposed to be a judgment of taste and not of the understanding of reason. (Kant 1790, 165) But the theory of taste would not have enjoyed its eighteenth-century run, nor would it continue now to exert its influence, had it been without resources to counter an obvious rationalist objection. There is a wide difference—so goes the objection—between judging the excellence of a ragout and judging the excellence of a poem or a play. More often than not, poems and plays are objects of great complication. But taking in all that complication requires a lot of cognitive work, including the application of concepts and the drawing of inferences. Judging the beauty of poems and plays, then, is evidently not immediate and so evidently not a matter of taste. The chief way of meeting this objection was first to distinguish between the act of grasping the object preparatory to judging it and the act of judging the object once grasped, and then to allow the former, but not the latter, to be as concept- and inference-mediated as any rationalist might wish. Here is Hume, with characteristic clarity: [I]n order to pave the way for [a judgment of taste], and give a proper discernment of its object, it is often necessary, we find, that much reasoning should precede, that nice distinctions be made, just conclusions drawn, distant comparisons formed, complicated relations examined, and general facts fixed and ascertained. Some species of beauty, especially the natural kinds, on their first appearance command our affection and approbation; and where they fail of this effect, it is impossible for any reasoning to redress their influence, or adapt them better to our taste and sentiment. But in many orders of beauty, particularly those of the fine arts, it is requisite to employ much reasoning, in order to feel the proper sentiment. (Hume, 1751, Section I) Hume—like Shaftesbury and Hutcheson before him, and Reid after him (Cooper 1711, 17, 231; Hutcheson 1725, 16–24; Reid 1785, 760–761)—regarded the faculty of taste as a kind of “internal sense.” Unlike the five “external” or “direct” senses, an “internal” (or “reflex” or “secondary”) sense is one that depends for its objects on the antecedent operation of some other mental faculty or faculties. Reid characterizes internal sense as follows: Beauty or deformity in an object, results from its nature or structure. To perceive the beauty therefore, we must perceive the nature or structure from which it results. In this the internal sense differs from the external. Our external senses may discover qualities which do not depend upon any antecedent perception… . But it is impossible to perceive the beauty of an object, without perceiving the object, or at least conceiving it. (Reid 1785, 760–761) Because of the highly complex natures or structures of many beautiful objects, there will have to be a role for reason in their perception. But perceiving the nature or structure of an object is one thing. Perceiving its beauty is another. 1.2 Disinterest Egoism about virtue is the view that to judge an action or trait virtuous is to take pleasure in it because you believe it to serve some interest of yours. Its central instance is the Hobbesian view—still very much on early eighteenth-century minds—that to judge an action or trait virtuous is to take pleasure in it because you believe it to promote your safety. Against Hobbesian egoism a number of British moralists—preeminently Shaftesbury, Hutcheson, and Hume—argued that, while a judgment of virtue is a matter of taking pleasure in response to an action or trait, the pleasure is disinterested, by which they meant that it is not self-interested (Cooper 1711, 220–223; Hutcheson 1725, 9, 25–26; Hume 1751, 218–232, 295–302). One argument went roughly as follows. That we judge virtue by means of an immediate sensation of pleasure means that judgments of virtue are judgments of taste, no less than judgments of beauty. But pleasure in the beautiful is not self-interested: we judge objects to be beautiful whether or not we believe them to serve our interests. But if pleasure in the beautiful is disinterested, there is no reason to think that pleasure in the virtuous cannot also be (Hutcheson 1725, 9–10). The eighteenth-century view that judgments of virtue are judgments of taste highlights a difference between the eighteenth-century concept of taste and our concept of the aesthetic, since for us the concepts aesthetic and moral tend oppose one another such that a judgment’s falling under one typically precludes its falling under the other. Kant is chiefly responsible for introducing this difference. He brought the moral and the aesthetic into opposition by re-interpreting what we might call the disinterest thesis—the thesis that pleasure in the beautiful is disinterested (though see Cooper 1711, 222 and Home 2005, 36–38 for anticipations of Kant’s re-interpretation). According to Kant, to say that a pleasure is interested is not to say that it is self-interested in the Hobbesian sense, but rather that it stands in a certain relation to the faculty of desire. The pleasure involved in judging an action to be morally good is interested because such a judgment issues in a desire to bring the action into existence, i.e., to perform it. To judge an action to be morally good is to become aware that one has a duty to perform the action, and to become so aware is to gain a desire to perform it. By contrast, the pleasure involved in judging an object to be beautiful is disinterested because such a judgment issues in no desire to do anything in particular. If we can be said to have a duty with regard to beautiful things, it appears to be exhausted in our judging them aesthetically to be beautiful. That is what Kant means when he says that the judgment of taste is not practical but rather “merely contemplative” (Kant 1790, 95). By thus re-orienting the notion of disinterest, Kant brought the concept of taste into opposition with the concept of morality, and so into line, more or less, with the present concept of the aesthetic. But if the Kantian concept of taste is continuous, more or less, with the present-day concept of the aesthetic, why the terminological discontinuity? Why have we come to prefer the term ‘aesthetic’ to the term ‘taste’? The not very interesting answer appears to be that we have preferred an adjective to a noun. The term ‘aesthetic’ derives from the Greek term for sensory perception, and so preserves the implication of immediacy carried by the term ‘taste.’ Kant employed both terms, though not equivalently: according to his usage, ‘aesthetic’ is broader, picking out a class of judgments that includes both the normative judgment of taste and the non-normative, though equally immediate, judgment of the agreeable. Though Kant was not the first modern to use ‘aesthetic’ (Baumgarten had used it as early as 1735), the term became widespread only, though quickly, after his employment of it in the third Critique. Yet the employment that became widespread was not exactly Kant’s, but a narrower one according to which ‘aesthetic’ simply functions as an adjective corresponding to the noun “taste.” So for example we find Coleridge, in 1821, expressing the wish that he “could find a more familiar word than aesthetic for works of taste and criticism,” before going on to argue: As our language … contains no other useable adjective, to express coincidence of form, feeling, and intellect, that something, which, confirming the inner and the outward senses, becomes a new sense in itself … there is reason to hope, that the term aesthetic, will be brought into common use. (Coleridge 1821, 254) The availability of an adjective corresponding to “taste” has allowed for the retiring of a series of awkward expressions: the expressions “judgment of taste,” “emotion of taste” and “quality of taste” have given way to the arguably less offensive ‘aesthetic judgment,’ ‘aesthetic emotion,’ and ‘aesthetic quality.’ However, as the noun ‘taste’ phased out, we became saddled with other perhaps equally awkward expressions, including the one that names this entry. Source of the article

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All About JIPMAT 2025: Your Gateway to IIM Jammu & IIM Bodh Gaya’s 5-Year IPM Programs

The Joint Integrated Programme in Management Admission Test (JIPMAT) is a national-level entrance exam conducted by the National Testing Agency (NTA) for admission into the prestigious 5-Year Integrated Programme in Management (IPM) offered by IIM Jammu and IIM Bodh Gaya. This program enables meritorious Class 12 students to directly begin their journey towards a management career with an integrated BBA+MBA degree. Let’s explore all the key details about JIPMAT 2025 — from eligibility to application, exam structure to selection process. JIPMAT 2025 Key Dates Application Period: February 11 – March 10, 2025 Fee Payment Deadline: March 11, 2025 Correction Window: March 13 – 15, 2025 Exam Date: April 26, 2025 Result Declaration: To be announced Eligibility Criteria for JIPMAT Educational Qualification: - Candidates must have passed Class 12 or equivalent in 2023, 2024, or be appearing in 2025. - Candidates must have passed Class 10 in 2021 or later. Minimum Marks: - General/OBC/EWS: Minimum 60% marks in both Class 10 and 12. - SC/ST/PwD: Minimum 55% marks in both Class 10 and 12. Age Limit: No age limit. Application Process 1. Register on the official portal: exams.nta.ac.in/JIPMAT 2. Fill the application form with academic and personal details. 3. Upload documents: - Photo (10–200 KB) - Signature (4–30 KB) - PwD certificate if applicable 4. Pay the application fee: - General/OBC/EWS: ₹2000 - SC/ST/PwD/Transgender: ₹1000 - Foreign candidates: ₹10,000 5. Download confirmation page for future reference. JIPMAT Exam Pattern 2025 Section No. of Questions Marks Quantitative Aptitude 33 132 Data Interpretation & Logical Reasoning 33 132 Verbal Ability & Reading Comprehension 34 136 Total 100 400 Duration: 150 minutes Medium: English Marking: +4 for correct, -1 for wrong JIPMAT Syllabus Overview Quantitative Aptitude: Numbers, Ratio & Proportion, Algebra, Averages, Percentage, Profit & Loss, Geometry, Mensuration, Time & Work Data Interpretation & Logical Reasoning: Tables, Graphs, Venn Diagrams, Series, Coding-Decoding, Syllogisms, Blood Relations, Direction Sense Verbal Ability & Reading Comprehension: Grammar, Para Jumbles, Sentence Completion, Reading Passages, Vocabulary, Synonyms & Antonyms Participating Institutes IIM Jammu – IPM Program Degree: BBA + MBA (Dual degree) Intake: 140 students Highlights: Modern campus infrastructure Industry partnerships & international exchange High ROI placements IIM Bodh Gaya – IPM Program Degree: BBM + MBA (Dual degree) Intake: 120 students Highlights: Global collaborations Emphasis on value-based education Academic rigour with personal mentorship Expected Cut-Offs (Indicative) Category IIM Jammu IIM Bodh Gaya General 310+ 300+ OBC/EWS 280+ 270+ SC/ST/PwD 220–250 210–230 Actual cutoffs may vary based on difficulty level and applicant pool. Reservation Policy Category Reservation GEN-EWS 10% OBC-NCL 27% SC 15% ST 7.5% PwD 5% Reservation is implemented as per Government of India norms. Documents Required During Admission Class 10 and 12 mark sheets JIPMAT scorecard Caste/Category certificate (if applicable) PwD certificate (if applicable) Identity proof (Aadhaar/PAN/Passport) Why Choose JIPMAT? Early entry into IIM ecosystem No separate UG and PG entrance — seamless transition Cost-effective alternative to multiple management exams Prestige and career value of an IIM tag from age 17 Focus on academics, leadership, and soft skills from Day 1 Conclusion JIPMAT 2025 is a golden opportunity for Class 12 students aspiring to join the elite IIM ecosystem. With two rapidly growing institutions — IIM Jammu and IIM Bodh Gaya — offering world-class infrastructure, faculty, and placement support, the IPM journey via JIPMAT is a strategic leap into the world of management education. If you are serious about building a career in business, management, consulting, or entrepreneurship — start early, start smart with JIPMAT.

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IIM Sirmaur BMS Admissions Process 2025–29: A Comprehensive Guide to Admission Through IPMAT

The Indian Institute of Management Sirmaur (IIM Sirmaur) has introduced its four-year Bachelor of Management Studies (BMS) program, aligning with the National Education Policy (NEP) 2020. This program is designed to equip students with a robust foundation in management education, preparing them for leadership roles in various sectors. Admissions for the 2025–29 batch will be conducted through the Integrated Program in Management Aptitude Test (IPM AT) administered by IIM Indore. Important Dates for BMS Admissions 2025 IPM AT Registration Period: February 14 – April 1, 2025 IIM Sirmaur BMS Application Opens: April 2, 2025 IIM Sirmaur BMS Application Closes: April 25, 2025 IPMAT Exam Date: May 12, 2025 Personal Interviews: June/July 2025 Commencement of Classes: August 2025 Eligibility Criteria - Educational Qualification: Completion of Class 12 or equivalent from a recognized board. - Age Limit: Born on or after August 1, 2005 (5 years relaxation for SC/ST/PwD). - Minimum Marks:   • General and NC-OBC: At least 60% in Class 10 and Class 12   • SC/ST/PwD: At least 55% in Class 10 and Class 12 Admission Process Phase 1: Shortlisting Based on IPM AT Scores Candidates are shortlisted for the personal interview based on their Aptitude Test Scores (ATS) in the IPM AT exam conducted by IIM Indore. Phase 2: Personal Interview (PI) Shortlisted candidates undergo a personal interview to assess their suitability for the program. Phase 3: Final Selection The final selection is based on a composite score calculated as follows: - IPM AT Score: 55% - Personal Interview: 30% - Academic Performance: 10% - Gender Diversity: 5% Academic Performance and Gender Diversity Points Class 10:   • 80–90%: 3 points   • 90–95%: 4 points   • Above 95%: 5 points Class 12:   • 80–90%: 3 points   • 90–95%: 4 points   • Above 95%: 5 points Gender Diversity:   • Female/Transgender: 5 points   • Male: 0 points Program Structure and Exit Options The BMS program spans four years, divided into eight semesters. It offers multiple exit options: - After 1st Year: Certificate in Management Studies - After 2nd Year: Advanced Certificate in Management Studies - After 3rd Year: Bachelor's Degree in Management Studies - After 4th Year: Bachelor's (Honours) in Management Studies Students achieving a minimum CGPA of 8.0 upon completion of the BMS program are eligible for direct admission into IIM Sirmaur's MBA program. Why Choose IIM Sirmaur's BMS Program? - NEP 2020 Compliance: The program aligns with the National Education Policy, emphasizing flexibility and multidisciplinary learning. - International Exposure: Opportunities for international exchange programs and industry internships.

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IIM Shillong IPM 2025: Admission, Eligibility, Curriculum & Career Opportunities

The Indian Institute of Management Shillong (IIM Shillong) has officially announced the launch of its 5-year Integrated Programme in Management (IPM) for the academic session 2025-30. This program is designed for students who have completed their Class 12 and aspire to pursue a career in management. With this initiative, IIM Shillong becomes the seventh IIM in India to offer the IPM program, joining the ranks of IIM Indore, IIM Rohtak, and others. Program Overview - Degree Awarded: Dual degree comprising a Bachelor of Business Administration (BBA) and a Master of Business Administration (MBA). - Duration: 5 years (3 years of undergraduate studies followed by 2 years of postgraduate studies). - Objective: To develop young professionals with a holistic understanding of management, integrating academic knowledge with practical skills. Curriculum Highlights The IPM curriculum at IIM Shillong is structured to provide a multidisciplinary education, aligning with the National Education Policy (NEP). Key features include: - Liberal Arts Foundation: Courses in humanities, social sciences, and languages. - Management Core: Subjects such as marketing, finance, operations, and strategy. - Data Analytics and Decision Making: Modules on statistics, analytics, and data visualization. - Entrepreneurial Development: Access to IIM Shillong’s incubation center. - Global Exposure: Opportunities for learning foreign languages and global business practices. Eligibility Criteria - Educational Qualification: Class 12 or equivalent from a recognized board. - Entrance Examination: IPM AT conducted by IIM Indore. Admission Process 1. Application Submission through IIM Indore’s official website. 2. Appear for the IPMAT exam. 3. Shortlisting based on IPM AT scores. 4. Personal Interview. 5. Final Selection based on a composite score. Program Fees As of now, the detailed fee structure for the IPM program at IIM Shillong has not been officially released. Prospective candidates should check the official IIM Shillong website for updates. Career Opportunities Graduates of the IPM program can explore careers in consulting, finance, marketing, operations, and entrepreneurship. The curriculum, combined with practical exposure, prepares students for success across industries. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about IIM Shillong IPM 1. When will the IPM program at IIM Shillong commence? The inaugural batch of the IPM program will begin in the academic year 2025–30. 2. Which entrance exam is required for admission to the IPM program? Admission will be based on the IPM AT conducted by IIM Indore. 3. What degrees will be awarded upon completion of the program? Students will receive a dual degree — BBA and MBA. 4. Can a student exit the program after completing 3 years of BBA? IIM Shillong allows early exit after 3 years, subject to program norms. Students who exit at this stage will receive a BBA degree but will not proceed to the MBA phase unless they reapply separately. 5. Is there any information available about the program fees? The detailed fee structure has not been announced yet. Please check the official IIM Shillong website for updates.