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Welcome to the Desert of the Real! by Slavoj Zizek

Welcome to the Desert of the Real! by Slavoj Zizek

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Slavoj Žižek
Welcome to the Desert of the Real!
he ultimate American paranoiac fantasy is thatof an individual living in a small idyllic Califor-nian city, a consumerist paradise, who suddenlystarts to suspect that the world he lives in isa fake, a spectacle staged to convince him thathe lives in a real world, while all the peoplearound him are effectively actors and extras in agigantic show. The most recent example of thisis Peter Weir’s
The Truman Show
(), withJim Carrey playing the small-town clerk whogradually discovers the truth that he is the heroof a twenty-four-hour permanent TV show: hishometown is constructed on a gigantic studioset, with cameras following him around theclock. Among its predecessors, it is worth men-tioning Philip Dick’s
Time Out of Joint
(), inwhich a hero living a modest daily life in a smallidyllic Californian city of the late s graduallyrealizes that the whole town is a fake staged tokeep him satisfied.The underlying experience of 
Time Out of Joint
and of 
The Truman Show
is thatthe late capitalist consumerist Californian para-dise is, in its very hyper-reality, in a way
,substanceless, deprived of the material inertia.So it is not only that Hollywood stages a
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semblance of real life deprived of the weight and inertia of materiality—inthe late capitalist consumerist society, ‘‘real social life’’ itself somehow ac-quiresthefeaturesofastagedfake,withourneighborsbehavingin‘real’lifeas stage actors and extras. Again, the ultimate truth of the capitalist utilitar-ian despiritualized universe is the dematerialization of the ‘‘real life’’ itself,itsreversalintoaspectralshow.Amongothers,ChristopherIsherwoodgaveexpression to this unreality of the American daily life, exemplified in themotelroom:Americanmotelsareunreal!...theyaredeliberatelydesignedto be unreal. . . . The Europeans hate us because we’ve retired to live insideour advertisements, like hermits going into caves to contemplate.’’ PeterSloterdijk’s notion of the ‘‘sphere’’ is here literally realized, as the giganticmetal sphere that envelopes and isolates the entire city.Years ago, a seriesof science-fiction films like
Logan’s Run
forecasted today’s post-modernpredicamentbyextendingthisfantasytothecommunityitself:theisolated group living an aseptic life in a secluded area longs for the experi-ence of the real world of material decay.The Wachowski brothers’ hit
() brought this logic to its cli-max:thematerialrealityweallexperienceandseearoundusisavirtualone,generated and coordinated by a gigantic megacomputer to which we are allattached; when the hero (played by Keanu Reeves) awakens into the ‘‘realreality,’’ he sees a desolate landscape littered with burned ruins—what re-mainedofChicagoafteraglobalwar.TheresistanceleaderMorpheusutterstheironicgreeting:‘Welcometothedesertofthereal.WasitnotsomethingofthesimilarorderthattookplaceinNewYorkonSeptember?Itscitizenswere introduced to the ‘‘desert of the real’’—to us, corrupted by Hollywood,the landscape and the shots we saw of the collapsing towers could not butremind us of the most breathtaking scenes in the catastrophe big produc-tions.When we hear how the bombings were a totally unexpected shock, howthe unimaginable Impossible happened, one should recall the other de-fining catastrophe from the beginning of the twentieth century, that of the
: it was also a shock, but the space for it was already prepared inideological fantasizing, since
was the symbol of the might of thenineteenth-centuryindustrialcivilization.Doesthesamenotholdforthesebombings?Not only were the media bombarding us all the time with the talk aboutthe terrorist threat; this threat was also obviously libidinally invested—just
Welcome to the Desert of the Real! 
recall the series of movies from
Escape from New York
Independence Day
.The unthinkable that happened was thus the object of fantasy: in a way,America got what it fantasized about, and this was the greatest surprise.It is precisely now, when we are dealing with the raw Real of a catastro-phe, that we should bear in mind the ideological and fantasmatic coordi-nates that determine its perception. If there is any symbolism in the col-lapse of theWorld Trade Center towers, it is not so much the old-fashionednotion of the ‘‘center of financial capitalism,’’ but rather the notion that thetowersstoodforthecenterofthe
capitalism,offinancialspeculationsdisconnected from the sphere of material production. The shattering im-pact of the bombings can be accounted for only against the background of the borderline that today separates the digitalized first world from the thirdworld ‘‘desert of the Real.’’ It is the awareness that we live in an insulatedartificial universe which generates the notion that some ominous agent isthreatening us all the time with total destruction.Is, consequently, Osama bin Laden, the suspected mastermind behindthe bombings, not the real-life counterpart of Ernst Stavro Blofeld, themaster-criminal in most of the James Bond films, who was involved in theactsofglobaldestruction?Whatoneshouldrecallhereisthattheonlyplacein Hollywood films where we see the production process in all its intensityis when James Bond penetrates the master-criminal’s secret domain andlocates there the site of intense labor (distilling and packaging the drugs,constructing a rocket that will destroy New York . . . ). When the master-criminal, after capturing Bond, usually takes him on a tour of his illegalfactory,isthisnottheclosestHollywoodcomestothesocialist-realistproudpresentation of the production in a factory? And the function of Bond’sintervention, of course, is to explode in firecracks this site of production,allowing us to return to the daily semblance of our existence in a worldwith the ‘‘disappearing working class.’’ Is it not that, in the exploding TwinTowers,thisviolencedirectedatthethreateningOutsideturnedbackatus?The safe sphere in which Americans live is experienced as under threatfromtheOutsideofterroristattackerswhoareruthlesslyself-sacrificing
cowards, cunningly intelligent
primitive barbarians.Whenever we en-countersuchapurelyevilOutside,weshouldgatherthecouragetoendorsethe Hegelian lesson: in this pure Outside, we should recognize the distilledversion of our own essence. For the last five centuries, the (relative) pros-perityandpeaceofthecivilizedWestwasboughtbytheexportofruthless

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