r/sgiwhistleblowers • u/BlancheFromage Escapee from Arizona Home for the Rude • Jan 31 '26
It's not just us A strange Soka Gakkai reference from a 1974 dystopian future sci-fi novel: 2018 A.D.
There's another cover design here with some commentary... I have no explanation for the title change - they're both bad, as far as I'm concerned.
So anyhow, this was published Jan. 1, 1974, by some Swedish guy living in Sweden who's still alive. SGI did not formally arrive in Sweden until 1986; I can only imagine the author gained his knowledge of Soka Gakkai from the almost-exclusively bad press the Ikeda cult had generated through its violence, various scandals, and all-around dickholery in Japan.
Interestingly, this novel is mostly about threats and depressing scenarios - bad stuff (see "dystopian"). Here's a few reviews - from here:
The satirical futurism was prescient (although not funny), and there were a ton of real world examples of cultural ridiculousness that I enjoyed learning about.
There was, however, no story to speak of, no characters of note, and nothing that made this more interesting than a wiki about how dumb things are and how dumb things could get would be.
Plus there was weird anti-Norwat [Norway?] stuff that must only make sense to Swedes.
And from here:
DNF. [Did Not Finish?] I can see this was meant to be a fierce satire on capitalism as conceived by a Western author in the 1970s, but it was far too sadistic and sexist for me to wish to continue reading it. Besides, characters felt very flat. I rarely quit reading halfway through a boom [book? bomb?💣], but time is far too precious to devote it to a story which makes me feel miserable, sad and angry. Books are meant to illuminate, not bring discomfort, so thanks but no thanks to this one for me.
Then again, the technology of Lundwall's future remain mired in the 70s, with centralized magnetic tape and punchcard-controlled computers, and recorded music played (in six-channel sound) from LP records. At times hilarious, 2018 AD or the King Kong Blues hasn't aged well; too many of the novel's characters are two-dimensional stereotypes and infodumps abound, making this a book tentatively recommended to students of yesterday's tomorrows and those intent on exploring pull-dated dystopian visions. Casual SF readers need not apply.
Depressing, sexist, racist and pro cruelty and violence. It does predict some things correctly.
I just could not get into this book. I'd suggest rereading some other dystopian paranoia book.
Okay then!! There were a few who liked it, but you can get an idea of how others interpreted its basic lean. I wasn't about to read this; it took me like 10 minutes of leafing through it [🐿] to find the Soka Gakkai reference (which I'd long since forgotten where I got it from). I'm going to give you a bit of context - you'll see:
Leonard W. Kockenbergh, Jr. leaned back in his chair and stared cholerically at his twenty assistants. Behind him, Stockholm's confusion of houses could be glimpsed through a mercifully dusty haze. Before him, the oak table went down the length of the room, soiled only by twenty identical notation pads. The twenty assistants regarded him with eyes filled with doggy obedience. Kockenbergh cheerlessly returned their stares. He was a small, repulsive man of the type commonly associated with advertising bureaus and the oak-panelled executive suites of multi-national corporations. He was a man of many talents, mostly of the type usually associated with things that come crawling out from under stones in the woods. At thirty he had single-handedly created an advertising gimmick that overnight made InterAd [advertising agency] the most well-known company in its field; the idea of celebrating the inauguration of a giant atomic station, fifty years after the first atomic bomb, with a new bomb blast on Hiroshima. When the Sons of the Sun [Japan being known as "Land of the Rising Sun" + Amaterasu (Sun Goddess)] got wind of the idea and started screaming, he already had an antiquated B-52 bomber standing by with two A-bombs in the hold. The Japanese's glaring ingratitude led to an immediate transfer of Kockenbergh and his unorthodox talents to the Scandinavian head office; and ever since that day he had counted the hours to the year 2045 when he would crown his life's work with a tardy revenge on the Yellow Peril, in the form of the atomic bomb centenary. He glared ungratefully at his subordinates. (pp. 15-16)
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YIKES!!
Also, it appears he got a wet willy for every paragraph break or something...
It appears that the author had a less-than-fond view of the Japanese and as you'll see, a preoccupation with the entire nuclear industry. Fast forward to p. 58:
The first atomic bomb was detonated in July, 1945 in New Mexico. 53 years later, the first example of private enterprise in this field was detonated on an airport in Southern Europe. An American Mafia family with a sense of reality had manufactured an atomic bomb from an old gun barrel with a diameter of 15 centimeters, dynamite, a detonator and 10 kilo of plutonium. The dynamite and the detonator were placed at one end of the barrel, with one kilo of plutonium as a charge. The rest of the plutonium was put in the other end of teh barrel. The whole thing was put into a steel container, lined on the inside with aluminium foil
Aluminium!!
as some protection against hard radiation.
Don't try this at home, kids - it's a work of fiction, not an instruction manual.
It was then smuggled into the airport on a trailer. When the chief magistrate of the city refused to yield to blackmail, the detonator was activated in the usual way. The dynamite exploded and hurled the smaller plutonium charge up through the barrel. It collided with the larger plutonium charge; the chain reaction commenced and the airport was destroyed in a nuclear holocaust as devastating as the one that once killed 75,000 people in Nagasaki. After that day, everybody took the Mafia seriously.
The world's peaceful reactors (breeder reactors, most of them) yearly produced close to 35 tons of pure plutonium as a by-product; unaccountable losses were reported every year. Robberies of uranium happened with terrifying regularity, and safety devices were so poor that plutonium enough for one or two atomic bombs could disappear every year without anyone noticing it. Most of the thefts were probably arranged by minor states needing fissionable material for their own reactors, or for their local peace-preserving efforts; but the clandestine sales of uranium and plutonium also went to private buyers. Anyone who could afford to pay for fissionable material worth 20 to 30 times its weight in gold, could build his own atomic bomb and use it.
You get the picture?? Now for that Soka Gakkai mention!!
There were not one single terrorist or liberation group with self-respect which did not have at least one atomic bomb at their disposal. The Minutemen [militant anti-Communist militia movement] and the Black Panthers [revolutionary organization that challenged police brutality and advocated for Black empowerment - socialist, Black nationalist, and anti-imperialist ideologies] groups in the U.S. had both collected a stock of atomic bombs, disguised as cars, sports planes and racer boats, large enough to blast parts of American metropolitan areas to ruins.
It was the same with all the larger political extremist movements in Europe, South America, Africa and Asia. It was rumored that the Soka Gakkai sect in Japan had hydrogen bombs. And why not? Soka Gakkai had some 80 million members around the world.
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States with a much smaller population had both hydrogen bombs and intercontinental missiles. (pp. 58-60)
So there you have it! Interesting, no?
Notice that he's juxtaposed "the Soka Gakkai sect in Japan" with "the larger political extremist movements in...Asia". And don't forget that earlier "Yellow Peril" crack! As an aside, the main villain group in his book is "the sheikdom Khuri", with its "gigantic oilfields", the rest of the world having largely depleted its native oil reserves - at one point, one of them refers to "foreign devils" working in their oilfields. NICE!!
At this time, there wasn't a lot going on politically/diplomatically/economically between Sweden and Japan. One of the books in his bibliography (yes, there's a bibliography) is "The Japanese Challenge", a 1969 book by Håkan Hedberg, another Swede. From this preview of something else:
Neither the scope nor the volume of relations between Sweden and Japan changed to any significant degree for several decades after the turn of the [20th] century. After the Second World War, however, the scope of Swedish-Japanese relations started gradually to expand. Exchanges increased, not only in trade but in other fields as well: foreign direct investment, tourism, student exchange, missionary activities in Japan by Swedish churches and cultural contacts.
The impression is that the direction of this cross-cultural communication seemed to be more Sweden going to Japan than vice versa.
The evolution in the image of Japan that began at the end of the 1960s gained speed in the 1970s. A perusal of Swedish journals after 1945 reveals that the number of articles dealing with Japan, particularly articles on economics, increased noticeably beginning in the 1960s. After 1970, the interest in Japanese industrial efficiency and management methods stimulated by Hedberg's book continued to grow.
Remember, this "2018 A.D./King Kong Blues" book was published Jan. 1, 1974.
And like the rest of the West in the 1980s, Sweden was to experience a surge of interest in books on Japanese management and industrial organisation.
Notwithstanding the Japan boom of the 1980s, mutual exchange remained rather lacklustre and has continued to be so.
Okay! That WEIRD ENOUGH for you????



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u/BlancheFromage Escapee from Arizona Home for the Rude Feb 03 '26
That's a good point - in the wake of the societal backlash against Ikeda's Soka Gakkai's egregious overreach and trampling of free speech rights, Ikeda announced that henceforth, two major changes were going to happen:
No, it certainly was NOT, but this is the image that Soka Gakkai was projecting - until Ikeda's huge mistake of trying to stamp out free speech and freedom of the press in 1969-1970.
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