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Great Mambo Chicken And The Transhuman Condition: Science Slightly Over The Edge
by Ed Regis
Product Group: Book
Publisher: Basic Books (1991-09-18)
ISBN: 0201567512
EAN: 9780201567519
Dewey Decimal #: 500
Paperback: 320 pages
SKU: 18-240
Condition: Good
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Editorial Reviews
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Amazon.com Review
Sometimes a book has such a wonderful title that you assume the text could not be any good: but The Great Mambo Chicken is in fact a wonderfully rollicking masterpiece of scientific reportage about some of the wilder ideas being seriously considered by scientists "slightly over the edge" Regis describes the life and ideas of rocket scientists who would like everyone to have their own way into space, cryogenecists who hope to freeze people for revival in the future, nanotechnologists who want to build molecular robots to fix everything, and space colonists who want to build new worlds from the spare parts of the solar system -- and beyond. The most remarkable thing about the stories: Regis reveals that these seemingly disparate communities are all interwoven in unexpected ways. Even Evel Knievel makes a surprise visit in the chapter on personal rocket ships. Very Highly Recommended, and likely to become an Amazon.com Books customer favorite.
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Customer Reviews
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does not live up to its title
Rating  (2)
Date: 2009-11-09
0 out of 1 customers found this reveiw helpful
This book is inadvertantly funny. I laughed when I shouldn't, and didn't when I was supposed to. Worth reading so as to fully just understand how crazy those crazy people are that talk about "Transhumanism" and "The Omega Point."
Freaks.
it is worth reading for the chapters on cryonics.
this book would have been better had it either focused on serious transhumanist projects, or had been a straight up mocking of the odd balls it covers. either way it would have been better than what it is, which was a collection of character studies pretending to be science journalism.
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Humans are stupid
Rating  (5)
Date: 2009-08-03
Which is why this book is so mind bogglingly fantastic. It's true, it's real, it is science non-fiction in it's most glorious form. It is a classic tale where you cannot make an omelet without cracking a whole lot of eggs. The narrator tells you all these absurdities in side splitting prose. This book is fantastic. You don't need to read outrageous science fiction, just open your eyes and look at what we crazy humans are doing right here on planet Earth.
Brilliant!
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Jumping Snake River Canyon on a motorcycle might be one of the saner ideas in this book
Rating  (4)
Date: 2008-02-07
1 out of 3 customers found this reveiw helpful
I got depressed to tears reading Bill McKibben's Enough: Staying Human in an Engineered Age as part of my second brief and aborted posthumanism kick. In the interest of saving what remains of my sanity I put McKibben's book down and went in for something that approached post/trans-humanism with what I hoped was a lighter touch.
Luckily for me, Ed Regis' *Great Mambo Chicken and the Transhuman Condition: Science Slightly Over the Edge* fit the bill. It approaches fin-de-millennium technoscientific hubris with tongue well in cheek. The book begins with a vignette about the late Evel Knievel (!) and somehow manages to connect this famous exemplar of not-thinking -the-consequences-through---deftly, I should add---with contemporary (as of 1990) explorations of nanotechology, space colonization, artificial intelligence, uploading human consciousness, germline genetic engineering, and cosmic conquest. Regis exposes something maddeningly similar between Knievel's failed attempt to jump Snake River Canyon with a "Skycycle" and all the converging technoscientific innovations that threaten/promise to remake fundamentally the world we inhabit and which comprise the core of what is called "transhuman."
According to Regis, the "forward-looking" scientists discussed in this book want:
"nothing less than reinventing Man and Nature. They wanted to re-create Creation. They wanted to make human beings immortal--or failing that, they wanted to convert humans into abstract spirits that were by nature deathless. They wanted to gain complete control over matter, and they wanted to extend mankind's rightful sovereignty out across the solar system, into the Galaxy, and out into the rest of the cosmos." (p.7)
Some of the thinkers described in this book "envisioned...a vast interstellar culture, a population of superintelligent robots and disembodied postbiological minds spread out across the stars and galaxies" (p. 7). Superintelligent robots? Disembodied postbiological minds? Spread out across the stars and galaxies? I leave it to you to decide whether this is aptly described as hubris.
And then we have Keith and Carolyn Henson, "a couple of extremely intelligent engineering types" who talk about life on earth as if it were passé:
"There isn't really much left to do here," said Keith. "The highest mountains and the lowest valleys have all been explored on earth. The opportunities are rather limited."
"In other words," Carolyn said, "we were worried about things getting very, very BORING if we stuck around on this planet for too long." (p. 58)
There isn't much left to do here?! Life on earth is boring?! I think the best response to this terrestrial ennui is found in Wendell Berry's Life Is a Miracle: An Essay Against Modern Superstition. Berry discusses the infinitesimal beauty of the living world and talks about being able to explore almost infinitely the details of a single tree in our own back yard. He advocates this sort of attention to particularity and to detail as an antidote to the depression and boredom of our contemporary late-capitalist, technoscientific worldview. I also wondered as I read this quote what type of pathological boredom afflicts one to the point where LIFE ON EARTH (the only type of life with which any of us is familiar) is boring? What is the psychology behind that? I know that I occasionally get bored with my current life circumstances, but to be bored with terrestrial existence itself seems a wee bit mental. Aren't there always more books to read, movies to see, conversations to have, foods to eat, beers to drink, friends to make? What's truly crazy is that these same people are talking about scientifically engineered immortality! Why?? If three-score-and-ten years leave you breathless with boredom, why shoot for a millennium-long lifespan? Hubris isn't a strong-enough word for this lunacy.
Of course, some of these thinkers aren't just possessed of hubris. Many also seem terminally clueless. Take for instance an author named Tom Heppenheimer who wrote in the book Colonies in Space that Native Americans would find in space colonies a new homeland to replace the one that white folks stole from them:
"We may see the return of the Cherokee or Arapaho nation, not necessarily with a revival of the culture of prairie, horse, and buffalo, but in the founding of self-governing communities which reflect the distinctly Arapaho or Cherokee customs and attitudes toward man and nature." (73)
This is possibly the most transparent attempt on the part of technoscience to appeal to "liberal guilt" and utopian desires. Thankfully Dartmouth psychology prof Jack Baird pointed out the patent absurdity of this proposal:
"To the Native Americans, land is especially sacred...and today it is the particular land of their ancestors they would dearly love to recover and preserve for future generations. Circling the earth in a mammoth space station would hardly qualify as a promising spot from which to revive and pay homage to the traditions of their forebears." (73-4)
By viewing particulars, whether particular geographical locations or particular embodied minds, as interchangeable generals, a living world of singularities is reduced to an inventory of parts. Thus nothing untoward is seen about proposals to REPLACE these organic particulars with mass-manufactured simulations.
And then there's other talk in this book that frightens me, in part I guess because it is so TOTAL in its scope. Regis calls this type of talk the "Bashful Confession of Omnipotence." It is the belief among some of these forward thinkers that we humans will soon be able to "make anything that is physically possible" (120, emphasis in text) by having "complete control over the structure of matter" (p. 123). This is, after all, the fundamental premise of nanotechnology which seeks to replicate nature's means of building stuff atom by atom. And of course, there are the concomitant appeals to utopianism: this sort of power will mean no more poverty, no more human labor, no more centralized control, no more disease, no more death. Will they change "human nature" nanotechnologically? After all, poverty and labor stem more from the need for some humans to be billionaires and to live off the sweat of others than from some fundamental lack of food and natural resources.
Then futurist Hans Moravec comes on the scene with his notions of uploading human consciousness and of making back-ups of people. While I certainly understand the appeal of backing-up those I love, at precisely the same time the implications horrify me. Don't I love my wife, daughter, family, and friends precisely because they are singular, irreplaceable, once-in-a-lifetime individuals? But for Moravec these issues are moot, since it is impossible for us to really determine whether or not we are live or Memorex (i.e., living in a simulation). I guess this is what happens when those midnight hookah circle discussions of being a brain in a jar go horribly awry. So is this hubris or solipsism?
Just when we think these scientists can get no more bizarre, we come to the ultimate example of hubris, in David Criswell's proposal to use the sun as a natural resource. Not a natural resource in terms of the light, warmth, and energy it supplies to the earth, but as raw material for absurd construction projects needed to support the trillions of people inhabiting the inside of the inevitable bubble around the solar system. And some folks are even wondering how on earth we humans will survive the heat death of the universe 10+ billions of years from now. Uh-huh. We can't even figure out how to live in peace with one another on the earth we share and how to feed every mouth with the food we already grow. Worrying about how we'll survive the end of the universe seems a bit premature if you ask me.
So do the ideas discussed herein constitute hubris or are they merely the inevitable march of technoscientific progress? That is the question left me by this book. Maybe the answer, chilling as it is, is both. Or maybe, just maybe, the seemingly imminent collapse of industrial society (read global warming + peak oil + peak water + peak population) will actually be a blessing in disguise, saving us from the futures outlined in books like this. That's a scary thought.
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WILD!
Rating (5)
Date: 2006-12-06
0 out of 1 customers found this reveiw helpful
Read about the guy who decapitated his mother! Read about Evel Knievel, who broke most every bone in his body(?)! Read about Great Mambo Chicken! Read all about it! Wild!
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Great reportage with a wink and a guffaw
Rating (5)
Date: 2006-07-04
1 out of 2 customers found this reveiw helpful
In Great Mambo Chicken, Regis takes you on a sort of side-show tour of scientifistic cargo cults that persist to this day. The images flit by kaleidoscopically: Evel Kneivel riding Traux's rocket; the Hensons, who co-founded the L5 society, digging tunnels under their house and setting off bombs in the Arizona desert; an illustration of a fractal "bush robot" as ultimate apotheosis of the human form; and of course the muscular centrifuge-raised chickens from the book's title, who manage to occupy a paragraph or two. The book's people, like characters from a Hitchcock movie, are deeply flawed but utterly engaging: "Hans Moravec once complained about *matter itself* that it wasn't really *doing* anything! Things will be different in *his* universe..."
It's an engaging yarn told by a half-believer. Yet hints of a bigger story poke through from time to time. Regis does not leave this to chance but pulls it together near the very end of the book. Delving deeper into history, he shows that there's good reason why these techno-cults have persisted over the years. If you want deeper insight into the mythical longings that drive much of our modern technocracy, Great Mambo Chicken is well worth the read.
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