"Sometime about the middle of 1963, my colleague Charles Weingartner and I delivered in tandem an address to the National Council of Teachers of English. In that address we used the phrase "Future Shock" as a way of describing the social paralysis induced by rapid technological change. To my knowledge, Weingartner and I were the first people ever to use it in a public forum. Of course, neither Weingartner nor I had the brains to write a book called Future Shock, and all due credit goes to Alvin Toffler for having recognized a good phrase when one came along."
Toffler was an old school Futurologist whose ideas were a big influence on early Techno music via The BelleVue Three. I'm pretty sure I first saw his name mentioned in an 80's interview with one or more of 'em. The book came out about 1970-ish. What's interesting about it now isn't playing the Spot-What-Didn't-Come-True Game - actually, a lot of his ideas are broad observations and thoughts on what was already happening then - but that he recognised how emergent techological pressures were pushing cultures along certain routes (which he then extrapolated) and felt a strong sense that Modernism / Industrialisation were shifting into a second phase which he called "Super-Industrialism." The name didn't stick (unsurprisingly as one of the observation-predictors was the decline of Industry and the shift into Services in the West...) but he did help herd these emerging ideas into a rough formation that feels (to an ill-educated rural boy like me) like the beginnings of Post-Modernism...
Transcience of experiences, objects, cultures, art... the idea that, soon (post-1970), nothing will be felt (or, rather, experienced) deeply - that change piled on top of change, faster and faster, will create tensions, resistance to change in some people, existential crises, alienation, mental disturbances and potential social fractures. We've done well to last this long, I think.
This is me - a short, deliberately Toffleresque section from my story Cobalt Imperium, sometime in 2009:
At the station, a man was vomiting violently on the platform. “He’s got Contingency Sickness,” said an onlooker to no one in particular, or perhaps he was a freelance Social Commentator for one of the Local Talk:Nets. “An irrational fear of cultural acceleration. Some people just can’t handle the pace of modern life.” He made a vaguely dismissive sucking sound which she guessed was nonverbal shorthand for some non-aligned sub-category of disgust.
A middle-aged woman, possibly a relative, sympathetically rubbed the afflicted man’s back, but looked away from him as she did it, her face stiff with embarrassment.