Letter to the Editor: Change Your Thought Patterns
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Reader O writes:
I recently found myself in the position of being let go from my job, but with the fortunate benefit of a couple of months of gardening leave.
One of the first things I did was to re-read Escape Everything! for some inspiration. Being a father of a small child, I don’t have the option to “fly somewhere vibrant and cheap,” which did sound like a wonderful plan.
I would very much like to capture the essence of that plan nonetheless and start thinking about building a cottage industry. Do you have any thoughts on how to capture the essence of flying somewhere vibrant and cheap, while remaining at home?
My interpretation of the travel part of the escape plan is that it’s intended to recharge one’s batteries while also disrupting the status quo to change your thought patterns and give rise to new ideas.
Do you have any thoughts on how to achieve this when confined to the same everyday life, but with nine hours of free time on my hands?
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Your situation sounds pretty good. A period of paid leave and, hopefully, some cash in the bank for an escape fund make for a strong hand. You have what most people do not have: time.
For the cottage industry element of your plan, you’ll need to have a think about your creative interests and look to how other people tend to monetise similar. Also, how you can be different to them — what your contribution to the world might be — and where your audience are.
You can’t travel for the mini-retirement I suggest in the book, so you’re asking absolutely the right question: how can you distil the benefits of such a trip into everyday life? You’ve also identified precisely what those benefits are: a recharge, a disruption, new thought patterns.
Escaping to a different city for a while, especially the “vibrant and cheap” sort of place I mention in the book allows you to cut some new pathways in the brain and some new passages through the air. Maybe reading some new books markedly different to the ones you’d normally read could help. The trouble is, being in, say, Valletta for the first times means that such novelty is ambient where books require your concentration.
I’d say the most important thing is not to waste your time off. I don’t mean you need to be productive and start your cottage industry: I mean that your recharge at least should be deep. Don’t watch daytime television: it saps the soul. Don’t spend your precious time on social media. Play with your children, read books, cook, dawdle, go for leisurely walks, experience nature, hear the sound of a river. Allow opportunities for disruption take you by surprise. Maybe you can take your children somewhere, just another town in your country, for a few days? When was the last time you went to the zoo?
Good luck with it all. And please do send us another Letter to the Editor or even an article when you have a story to tell.
Journal Club
A few years ago, I made one of those pros and cons lists, weighing up whether I should stay in my tedious but stressful job, or whether I should leave and do something more interesting. The worst thing on the “leave” list was “might have to come back with my tail between my legs asking for my old job back, if nothing else works out.” In contrast, the worst thing on the “what happens if I stay” list was “may have a stroke as I’m so stressed.”
This is from one of our columnists in New Escapologist Issue 18.
Michael C is an academic who wades into the real research on our fanciful-sounding Escapological claims.
In the latest instalment of his Journal Club column, he asks if workplace stress is really bad for your health.
Hint: it is.
But the short and fascinating journey Michael takes us on is a fun one.
Proper Job
Further to yesterday’s post about Jay Griffiths, the Idler asked Jay in 2015 if she’d ever had a proper job:
I’m so glad you asked that! I was talking to a friend about this recently because she is living in a shed (and I’ve lived in a shed and the winters are brutal). We agreed that we’d endure anything rather than give ourselves over to The Man and get a proper job.
Well said.
(I don’t know if that friend is Catrina Davies, but it definitely and obviously is.)
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Take Flight
This was the calling, the vehement, irresistible demand of the feral angel — take flight. All that is wild is winged — life, mind and language — and knows the feel of air
These quotes come from Wild (2006), a travel book that proposes a rewilding of the heart, by Jay Griffiths.
Escapological? Yes:
I was following that wild call, familiar to us all: the young, the old, the sad, the curious, the footloose and all who yearn just to bugger off for a while.
She then explains that the footloose appetite is “an ancient need, made heroic in the past,” exemplified by the wanderings of knights and shamans.
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Limping
The book begins with a spectacular fall. Our protagonist has escaped prison. She has scaled the wall (we do not witness the clamber, only the fall) and then dropped thirty feet to freedom. The cost of freedom, it becomes clear, is a broken ankle, the titular astragalus bone. After an initial triumph of escape artistry, she must conduct the rest of her getaway limping.
This is from a review of Albertine Sarrazin’s Astragal (1965) in New Escapologist Issue 18.
That’s right, we review old books as well as recent ones!
The idea is that good artworks, perhaps especially books, are forever. We don’t have to live on the razor’s edge of the present, no matter what other media would seem to imply. In books, all history is our playground. That’s the whole point of writing things down really.
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Imagine an Exit
Rob Grant has died. He co-created Red Dwarf, my favourite TV comedy sci-fi thing of the 1980s and 90s. As well as the TV series, there were some fab novels.
The second novel was called Better Than Life and involved a virtual reality game that made your wildest dreams come “true” but trapped you inside them. In the real-world, meanwhile, your biological body withers and dies.
While the three main crew are trapped in the game, Kryten, the ship’s service robot, attempts a rescue mission:
In theory, leaving BTL was simple. All the player had to do was want to leave. All the player had to do was imagine an exit, and pass through it, back to reality.
Kryten had imagined his gateway easily enough, but as he was about to pass under the pink neon ‘Exit’ sign, a cafeteria materialized to his right. In the window was a handwritten card which read: ‘Dishwasher wanted.’
The cafeteria was deserted, but in the kitchen, stacked ceiling-high, were several huge towers of dirty dishes piled around a sink. Now, what kind of sanitation Mechanoid would he have been if he’d ignored those greasy, food-stained plates?
I’ll just wash a few, he’d thought. Reduce the pile a bit.
Eight months later, he was still there, still washing, still surrounded by stacks of dirty dishes. Finally he realized he’d been duped – the Game had found his innermost desire – and he’d scurried off, ashamed.
Mechanoids weren’t supposed to have desires.
It’s all there, isn’t it? The need to feel useful. The job that traps you. The technology that needs your attention. The vampiric theft of your life force. The door being open all along – so long as you want to see it.
Rest in peace, Rob Grant, whose name means to take and then give.
A great old Red Dwarf line is that “death isn’t the handicap it used to be in the olden days. It doesn’t screw your career up the way it used to.” Well, oddly enough “stiffie” Grant’s got a book coming out in July.
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I Look for Exits
I look for exits. I mean, if you can get in you must be able to get out. I think to myself. How do you open a door that won’t open? Do you kick it down? Break it down? Set fire to it? Locksmith? Wishful thinking? Secret codes? Magic words? I can’t help feeling there’s something I ought to do.
From On the Calculation of Volume by Solvej Balle, the seven-volume literary time loop sensation currently sweeping Europe.
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It’s Easier to Pause When You Don’t Have to Maximise Every Minute
The Guardian asks why an international “sex drought” has spared Denmark.
Good question. Except it’s not really about sex. Or Denmark.
That we don’t have as much sex as we did in the 1990s is an indicator — a warning light on a dashboard somewhere — of a deeper problem (and its solutions).
As well Denmark having a culture that’s kind to sexual minorities and isn’t shy about sexual conversation in general:
there’s no student debt in Denmark; students get paid more than €600 a month to study; it’s very common to take a year or often two out between school and university, so everyone’s more confident by the time they start studying.
Did you hear that? Young Danes aren’t stiffed by loans that can never be repaid. They’re even given a stipend. And time to breathe.
“It’s easier to pause,” a Danish student says, “when you don’t have to maximise every minute.” They’re more likely to go on a date, one of many activities a person might enjoy when they’re not run ragged by a joyless study-pay-work-pay-die system.
This Danish sex story is a case study to show (for the thousandth time) that people are happier and healthier and more alive when their prospects — and the fabric of everyday experience — aren’t destroyed by the juicing mechanism of The Trap.
The Trap, lest we forget, is set by the bastards who call themselves politicians and businessmen. Not by refugees. Not by dole scum. Not by your neighbours.
Until The Trap is destroyed by a lovely uprising, we’ll have to teach ourselves how to escape. Where The Trap presents you with debt and toil to the extent that you can no longer even enjoy your private parts, say “no thank you” and find a way out.
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AI is Stupid
From The Baffler:
As of 2025, 95 percent of companies that invested in [generative] AI did not profit at all from the investment […] As the tech journalist Edward Zitron estimated in his guide to the racket, by “the end of 2025, Meta, Amazon, Microsoft, Google and Tesla will have spent over $560 billion in capital expenditures on AI in the last two years, all to make around $35 billion.” That’s like spending $100 to make $6.25—and then doing it again and again, five billion times.
Upper-echelon tech bros are idiots.
If you’re bored by the ceaseless “AI”-related witterings of a media in thrall to these idiots, especially in light of the revelation above, read New Escapologist instead.
The Baffler, incidentally, is one of America’s few left-wing media outlets with any clout, yet it wrings its hands over the same topics as any business dad of the conservative press. “Is AI really coming for entry-level jobs first, and the rest of the workforce next?” it asks. Yawn.
The article doesn’t mention UBI once, the only seriously proposal for replacing Wage Slavery as a way to feed people. Their use of “bullshit” in the headline — a word generally reserved in work-related conversation for thankless drudgery since our David’s Bullshit Jobs in 2013 — is little better than clickbait. Neither the word nor the sentiment appears in the article.
I don’t think we mention AI once in the current edition of New Escapologist, and we’ll probably maintain our aloof and studious silence until someone convinces us that AI will help real people to escape their day jobs with an income intact.
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Attention America!
Americans! What with the various shipping problems we’ve been having between our two landmasses (not least the ridiculous cost), I’d like to recommend Magazine Café as a place to order New Escapologist in print.
They are a real-life brick-and-mortar store in New York City, so you’ll be supporting their pleasant enterprise as well as ours. Issues 18 and 15 seem to be in stock for $16.50 each with free shipping. There also seems to be a subscription offer.
Shall we try and sell them out? Hopefully that will mean they can order the next issue in larger quantities AND solve the logistical problem of getting the magazine onto American soil.
Other US stockists are available. I’ve just had good feedback about these guys and not all stockists offer a mail-order service.
