Resurrection (Eden Book 3) by Tony Monchinski Read Free Book Online

students were seated in a horseshoe with Anthony’s chair in the middle of the open end of it. “That’s why we don’t notice ideologies, because we’re caught up in them, right? And it’s not until we confront an ideology that’s radically different from our own— that’s when we might notice what is going on. You wanted to say something, Justin?”“
    “Yeah. Ideologies structure what we accept as common sense. The assumptions we make about our daily lives and realities.”
    “They most definitely do that.” Anthony agreed. “Jermaine. You look like you want to talk.”
    “Yeah, well…The word Therborn uses is interpolation , right?”
    Jermaine was gaunt, bald from his treatments, and wearing away. He’d missed part of the term because he’d been in the hospital. But even when he’d been confined to a bed in the cancer ward, he hadn’t fallen behind in his studies. Anthony had visited Jermaine several times in the hospital.
    “Right.”
    “And he took that word from Althusser, right?”
    “Yes he did.”
    “And Althusser killed his wife or something?”
    “Yes, he strangled her.”
    “Right.” Jermaine said it like his point was obvious.
    “Oh, come on, Maine.” Tricia and Jermaine were always butting heads in a friendly way in class. Anthony thought there was an attraction between the two of them. Tricia looked to Anthony. “What’s that called? It’s an ad hominem argument.” She looked back at Jermaine, who was smiling at her through his sunken cheeks. “Taking apart someone’s ideas because of something they believed, or the way they lived their lives.”
    “Hey.” Jermaine was still smiling. “I’m not the guy who killed his wife.”
    There were a few grins and chuckles around the room.
    “Tricia,” said Anthony. “You’re right. That’s what an argumentum ad hominem is. But remember, Maine, Therborn was critical of Althusser in his own way. It’s hard for us to imagine this, but Althusser had an enormous influence on what was called the left—especially those who identified as Marxists or Post Marxists—in the 1960s and 70s.”
    Jermaine nodded and smiled at Tricia once more before turning back around in his seat.
    Anthony continued. “Well, let’s consider ideologies in light of some of the works we’ve read and discussed this year. Megan, in your précis you said you wanted to write about technology and power. Are you comfortable sharing your ideas with the class? Where do you want to go with that?”
    “Well, I’m interested in the use of technology in dystopian novels.” Megan was incredibly bright and extremely pretty. Anthony admired her for these attributes as well as her unassuming demeanor.
    “Can you share some examples you have in mind?”
    “Okay, like in 1984 , the telescreens that are everywhere and see everything you do.” Megan listed some examples off the top of her head. “Ender’s built-in monitor. The precogs in Dick’s Minority Report .”
    “The Ludovico Technique in Clockwork Orange ,” offered Julio.
    “Oh, definitely.”
    Anthony thought he saw an opening for a question he’d been meaning to broach. “So we’ve read about the twentieth century and the early twenty-first, and some of the technologies people thought were going to become realities back then. Does anyone remember any of those?”
    “Cars that drove themselves,” said Tricia.
    “Self-aware computers.” Jermaine smiled at Tricia as he said it, and she smiled back.
    “Laser guns.” There were a few snickers at Justin’s comment.
    “Jetpacks.” Open laughter accompanied Felice’s remark.
    “Y2K?” Maxwell didn’t sound too sure of himself.
    “Sure, Max,” said Anthony. “Y2K. Everyone thought the world was going to shut off and not reboot, right? All because of a bunch of ones and zeroes.” Everybody grinned. These were young adults coming of age in an irradiated world, a world taken back from the undead hordes. In comparison to this reality, something