So, doomsday. While we cannot predict the form the collapse of civilization will take—pandemic, zombie apocalypse, children’s shows—all things are transient and it is certain that our era will eventually reach its end. And yet, that does not mean those who are left will be freed from the necessity of having an occupation.
What possible jobs could there be after the apocalypse?1 I am so glad you asked.
Person Who Is No Longer Alive
If there’s one occupation sure to be vibrant and growing as civilization implodes, it is “corpse.” Whether from famine, the lack of basic medication, or surprisingly violent teddy bears, many persons will transition to a non-metabolic lifestyle. The bad news is the pay is poor and the hours are long. The good news is the work is something you can successfully accomplish lying down.
It’s not clear that any living person survived the zombie apocalypse in the backstory of Tanith Lee’s 2014 novel Zircons May Be Mistaken. That does not mean that there are no longer any active entities. The five very different ghosts haunting a decaying stately mansion are beyond the ability of any flesh-eating undead to affect, for they no longer possess flesh. The scholar’s shade is the first to realize that zombies do not enjoy any immunity to ghosts. Each zombie is an empty shell the ghosts may slip on like an overcoat. The results are curiously life-affirming for a tale in which everyone is dead.
Librarian
Librarians will not merely preserve the paper books2 that survive the firestorms, angry mobs, and unseen things from the zorth direction. They may well play a role disseminating the precious knowledge they’ve saved when society is once again ready to embrace its heritage.
The travelling Librarians in Sarah Gailey’s 2020 novel Upright Women Wanted roam from town to town, providing a carefully curated selection of books designed to avoid the ire of the oppressive patriarchal state… at least, that’s their official role. The Librarians follow a creed not beholden to the state, one they keep hidden from their supposed masters. For Esther, the Librarians seem to offer escape. To the Librarians, runaway Esther brings with her the peril of official attention that they might not survive.
Postal Worker
Even in the absence of a formal government, people may still need to send messages to other people. As long as literacy survives, letters are a sustainably low-tech way to manage this. Someone will have to convey the messages. Thus, a rewarding, quite possibly respected, occupation for as long as one can dodge bandits.
Gordon Krantz, protagonist of David Brin’s 1982 novella The Postman, adopted a postal worker’s garb out of necessity. Bandits had stolen from Krantz most of his supplies, including his jacket and boots. The dead postal worker found inside a derelict mail truck provided replacements. Having adopted the uniform, Krantz found himself adopting the dead man’s job as well… playing a small but vital role in the rekindling of civilization.
Entertainer
Even the most miserable survivor of the most calamitous apocalypse will crave entertainment. Indeed, the worse the world is, the more the pitiful inhabitants may desire distraction from daily realities. A performer could well be valuable enough to convince their community to keep them from the cooking pot… at least as long as they remain sufficiently amusing.
Uncle Fluffy of Kurt Pankau’s 2022 Uncle Fluffy’s Post-Apocalyptic Sing-Along earns his living as an itinerate children’s entertainer. Wandering from compound to shanty town, Uncle Fluffy delights the kids of the inevitable hellscape which is to come while educating them with songs about such socially relevant subjects as childhood starvation, the dangers of infection in a post-antibiotics world, and why horny teens should never be left alone with each other. Ever.
Messiah
If there is one thing the rapidly dwindling population of an increasingly horrible world will need, it is hope. Sufficiently charismatic people can turn their charm into a social movement, uplifting the spirits of those around them with the promise of better days to come (or at least the opportunity to abuse those who the messiah holds responsible for the current unpleasantness3).
The Twenty-Minute War and the pandemics that followed left a darkening world seeming doomed to poverty, ignorance, and brutality. Edgar Pangborn’s 1974 “The Children’s Crusade” is the tale of one Abraham, a saintly man who believed there could be a better world. The tale is told by one of the few survivors of Abraham’s crusade. Although Abraham himself soon perished (as such people do), his memory is revered by later republics and kingdoms… none of whom ever allow Abraham’s benevolent creed to affect social policy.
These are just a few of the abundant occupations available in the ruins of civilization. I did not even mention warlords, bandits, or the surprising abundant fetish-wear providers to which said warlords and bandits seem to have access in various post-apocalyptic movies.4 Perhaps I overlooked your favourite apocalyptic occupation. If so, please extol their virtues in comments below.
- I am ignoring the role of “uncompensated involuntary agricultural specialist” because frankly I don’t want to write about that. That said, it’s likely to be the second largest category after corpse.
- Not to snub repositories of electronic books, which I am certain will survive the apocalypse for as long as it takes the batteries on the e-readers to run down.
- Many of these occupations are synergistic. For example, the leaders of the book-burning mobs of the Simplification gave A Canticle for Leibowitz’s librarian Brothers of the Albertan Order of Leibowitz the opportunity to valiantly preserve books that would have otherwise been destroyed. In the spirit of positivity, it is best not to mention the Order’s role in facilitating the second and final Flame Deluge.
- 1980s post-apocalyptic movies also suggest there will be many hairspray purveyors.
There’s something wrong with the formatting of footnote one.
It’s showing up okay for me in a couple of different browsers–what issue are you seeing?
An extra line between “largest category” and “after corpse.”
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Back to the actual subject: in low literacy settings, one can monetize reading and writing by becoming a scribe. In post-health care settings, anyone with first aid or even a good sized rock can become a healer.
Leigh Brackett’s The Long Tomorrow had post-WWIII mainstream America appropriate a host of cultural skills and values from the Amish and Mennonites, although I don’t think that worked out esp well for the actual Amish and Mennonites.
I would hold public readings of fun works for beer and food. Note that the very first part of the Kalevela feature trailers of upcoming events, and then the bard sighs, ‘but my throat is so dry! If only there was some beer around!’ In Hawaii, a traveling dramatist visits Japanese agricultural compounds and performs Stirring National Poetry.
This form of employment worked out relatively well for the protagonist in News of the World, too. Said fellow (I wish I could remember his name) travelled from town to town in the Old West, holding public readings for the illiterate townsfolk from newspapers he picked up along the way. It wasn’t without its dangers, but he made enough to scrape by.
Considering both the Amish and Mennonites are pacifists, one would expect these two groups would find their new roles as “unpaid employees” and “sexual plaything” to help fulfill their employers’ libertarian fantasies
Happily, that was not what happened. As I recall, the majority emulated the surface features of Anabaptism, then relegated the actual Amish and Mennonites to the margins. I don’t know where SF authors get their ideas.
The profession of “witchfinder” enjoys a curious resurgence in many post-apocalyptic settings, though with an emphasis on detecting mutations (who might pollute the survivors’ precious bodily fluids) or scientists (who may be held responsible for the apocalypse itself) instead of witches. The skill set seems to be much the same, though.
A number of post-apocalyptic stories include careers in being “fertile man” or “fertile woman.” There’s probably five of each. In a few cases, the career of “only man” or “only woman” is available (come to think of it, there are a few stories in which the job of “only man” is vacant, but no one is hiring).
I’m actually pretty confident that my solar charger will keep my ereader going an order of magnitude or more longer than my civilisation-focused skills will sustain me after the apocalypse.
Possibly the many calories I represent will give someone more suited to the new world the energy and leisure to peruse my electronic collection in the months or years before its transistors stop transisting.
You forgot the most important profession, which is complementary to “librarian”: optician.
I assume the post-apocalyptic optician will be recycling old glasses, rather than grinding new ones.
Not necessarily. Spectacles were invented in the 13th century as a refinement on existing lens technology, and glass and lenses have been known about since antiquity. So it wouldn’t require high technology to make lenses, just the right resources and knowhow, though getting the right focus would probably be a matter of trial and error. They might collect and reuse old frames, though, which would probably be easier than crafting new ones out of metal.
The profession of traveling self-contained performer(s) (i.e., not dependent on a permanent stage, let alone lighting, sound, …) is almost vacant these days; groups like the Big Apple Circus keep getting bigger, then failing as their market bends.
But in a post-technology world, traveling entertainment couldn’t be obviated by phones-that-do-video, and would probably re-establish itself. I can’t think of genre examples before Davy (1964 — yes, another Pangborn) but I’m sure they exist.
(C. L. Moore’s Judgment Night (1952) is an edge case — the opening makes clear that performing isn’t the whole point.) Mandel’s Station Eleven is a relatively recent example.
Can anyone think of others? The examples aren’t individual as in our host’s examples — we’ll always have street performers, even if they lose their amplifiers — but they’re careers nonetheless.
This https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Burns,_a_Post-Electric_Play is pretty recent – about post-apocalyptic folks who made a living recreating an episode of the Simpsons.
The above tangle because the new interface balked at publishing one moderately long comment; apologies for the fracturing.
Station 11 fills the traveling entertainment niche rather well, as well as the person with basic medical skills becoming a healer niche – and does them in both book and TV miniseries formats.
Happy to see Edgar Pangborn and Walter Miller’s Canticle getting some love here. Now I have to go read Lee’s Zircons.
Detective? See Carrie Vaughn’s Wild Dead and Bannerless.