It's reading week, which admittedly doesn't mean a lot for a grad student who is doing a research assistanceship for a term. Mostly, I just appreciate having fewer students around campus, as I am essentially an agoraphobic misanthrope. I'm also between chapters at the moment, so I'm trying to capitalize on the week to capitalize on doing all the research I need to do to focus really hard on the next one.
But that focus is clearly shot, because here I am doing a blog post book triad. Reviews of
Gothicka: Vampire Heroes, Human Gods, and the New Supernatural by Victoria Nelson
Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang
Circus Philosophicus by Graham Harman
after the break.
Gothicka by Victoria Nelson. Nelson's basic premise is
that the religious spirituality and belief that used to infuse Western
society is resurfacing in modern fandom, and the means of that long
process is the Gothic. Essentially, when Protestant England and America
reaffirmed its separation from Catholicism, it kept the fascination with
the supernatural, dark side of the Catholic faith--demons and witches
and so forth. That fascination expressed itself in the gothic, and, as
time went on, in the supernatural in general, to today, where we've
shifted from a notion that Gothic has to be evil, and settled into using
it to express the godlike in humans, from Hellboy to Twilight. And she
makes her case over twelve chapters, each of which draw on a different
aspect of the Gothic tradition as it's currently reflected. (Well, okay;
ten aspects, and starting and finishing chapters that wrap things up.)
Topics include: Dan Brown-esque thrillers and the positing of God as an
ordinary man; Cthulhu and the worship of fandom; half-demon tragic
figures like Preacher, Hellboy, Son of Satan, and Constantine (which is
pushing it a bit, but we'll let that slide); Death and the gothic
romance as it now appears in books of the Anita Blake vein; the
transcendence of Bella in Twilight; Zombies and love beyond death;
gothic performance and the Hell House; horror film around the world; and
the films of Guillermo del Toro; and the New Christian Gothick as found
in Young's The Shack and the Left Behind Books. As that ridiculously
long list probably suggests,the great benefit of Nelson's book is the
breadth of her examples; by showing all these possible iterations of
Gothic (or Gothick,as she calls it), she demonstrates all the ways in
which her thesis seems correct. My main criticism is that, as a game
scholar, I have to take issue with the way she peppered the book with
references to how videogames were part of the Gothic trend, but never
went into any detail with a specific example. If you're going to spend
pages on religions based on Cthulhu, you can take a bit of time to
research games whose users number in the millions. But that's more of a
private rant; for the most part, it's a very good book.
Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang.
Stories of your Life and
Others -- and, more generally, Ted Chiang--was recommended to me by a
friend. And it was a good recommendation. Chiang's a very high-concept
sort of writer (which is admittedly pretty typical for sci-fi short
stories); each story starts with a basic premise, then explores the
human consequences of that premise. "Tower of Babylon" imagines that the
Tower was real, and that reaching Heaven was a viable possibility--what
culture comes out of such a pursuit? "Understand" takes a process that
restores brain function for formerly comatose patients, and asks what
happens if it restores function far beyond basic human understanding. In
"Divide By Zero," the fundamental tenet of mathematics stops working;
1+1 = 2 is no longer the case. In "Hell Is the Absence of God," all of
God's miracles and punishments literally happen, but always beyond the
understanding of mortals. An angel will manifest, heal one person, and,
in the explosive process, wound a dozen others. Hell opens up to take
up sinners. The story looks at what faith means when God is undeniably
real, but utterly unfathomable. Christ as Cthulhu? Maybe. Fewer
tentacles, anyway. The other two highlights, for me, were "Seventy-Two
Letters" and "Liking What You See: A Documentary." In the former, the
premise is basically that everything that was believed about science in
the 17th century or so is true: sperm is composed of little homunculi,
Kaballist numerology works, and so forth. I think what impressed me so
much about it was that it was a premise that could sustain a whole book,
if not a series, but Chiang used it to tell something much smaller, and
probably more effective. "Liking What You See" was the last story of
the book, and it also had a simple premise: scientists figure out how to
turn off the part of our brains that recognize whether people are
physically attractive. What happens next, to the basic way we interact,
and how advertising work? I respect this volume a lot. It's science
fiction taken to its most basic definition. It's not a bunch of tropes
about aliens or cyborgs; he takes a single element of science (or belief
in general) and uses it as the grounds for exploring the human
condition. He's even got an afterword that briefly explains where the
ideas came from (a much longer version of the same was in the Blindsight
book I read a few months back, and I really enjoyed it; more writers,
especially sci-fi writers--would be doing a service to their writing if
they demonstrated the research and genesis behind their ideas).My only
fault with the book is that I never felt entirely "in" it; I was very
aware of the craft, and the technique. Admittedly, that's probably my
fault more than the book's, though. Overall, it was really good stuff.
Circus Philosophicus.
In six chapters (plus a
brief conclusion),Graham Harman sketches out six
scenarios/objects/things that address various parts of his take on
object oriented ontology. Chapter one considers a Ferris Wheel of
objects, to defend thinking about objects from trends favoring events
and relations. In Chapter two, Harman reconceptualizes an
ex-girlfriend's concept of a local bridge by projecting it into hell and
throwing the old classicists off it, in order to demonstrate how things
should be thought of in terms of individualities, rather than absolute
essences. Chapter Three is about Harman coming into horrifying contact
with a calliope while considering how to frame Leibnez' monads in the
context of Heidegger and the fourfold structure of things. Chapter Three
has Harman on a deserted oil rig with China Mieville, testing their
memories of the American gothic and building from the rig a theory of
causation, naming it and all things polytheistic (one among many),
asymmetrical (acting not itself, nor in equal measure to what it acts
on), and buffered, that things do not engage directly with other things.
Chapter Five ponders a haunted Japanese boat and a potential childhood
deception to discuss the quadruple object, and chapter six uses a
hailstorm at Bruno Latour's house and a zebra flag to discuss the
dormant object. In other words, even for a philosophy book, even for
Harman, the man who did a close reading of 100 Lovecraft essays, it's
pretty weird. As a blend of fiction and philosophy, a series of surreal
thought experiments, I appreciate that the book is trying something
different. But I couldn't help but wonder if it was something
necessary. Most of the philosophy I recognized from other books and
writings of Harman; it's pretty much the same as he wrote it elsewhere,
only elsewhere, he generally said it more lucidly, because he wasn't
writing in this narrative mode. It's not really a book for newcomers
either; the theory isn't described in enough detail for that. So the
question is what value is added by writing in this mode. Arguably, while
some of his ideas are presented more clearly elsewhere, you could say
that here they are presented in their element, as ideas that strange and
wonderful and sometimes scary. And there'd be some truth to that,
enough to justify the book, if it needed that. On the other hand, the
fictional or descriptive elements beyond the theory just lead to
questions: why the surrealist, monk, and telepath at the book's end? Why
use Meiville and an oil rig if they never really met there? What
significance does the varied locations of the book--Paris, Japan, the
middle of the ocean, India, Annapolis--have? Were they really places
Harman was at, or are they metaphors for something else? The book isn't
telling, and it's hard to determine what's meant for contemplation and
what's an elaborate in-joke. Again,I appreciate the attempt, but it
just doesn't work for me. ...Then again, it's only 80 pages. So even
if you don't like it, at least it's over quick.
I suppose what this set all has in common in stories, though admittedly, that's such a tenuous bond that I might as well say they all have letters or were written in black font as well. Nelson and Harman are connected through a somewhat mutual preoccupation of the Gothic. Incidentally, she did insist on calling it gothick, which was kind of annoying, in order to distinguish it from "gothic as pertains to the visigoths and so forth." Honestly, that is not a mistake people are going to make very often, if they have even the most basic context. Writing gothic as gothick is like writing magic as magick; with all the best will in the world, you're just coming off as a little pretentious. Other reviews of Harman's book tend to pick on something I missed, or, more generously, glossed over: that the book is meant to be read as a sort of speculative realism philosophy. That does explain some of its odder tics, but it doesn't excuse them. The book still feels like rushed philosophy with unnecessary frills (although that's a little blunter and meaner than it deserves). But I did like the oil rig discussion. I think it was Harman's attempts to go for Lovecraftian horror that didn't quite work. Lovecraft is about the slow uncovering of horrific, terrifying forces that can't be entirely understood, and threaten to destroy human normalcy at all moments; Harman's brand of OOO would argue that *everything* can't be understood, not entirely, and while that comes very close to Lovecraft, and occasionally overlaps, it's not entirely the same thing, and so when Harman tries to go full Lovecraftian it comes off as a little silly and over the top. (Arguably, so is Lovecraft, but I'd say it's in a slightly different way.) I honestly had to restrain myself with Chiang to not go into every single short story and describe it. It's good. It's very good. It's definitely good science fiction short form, which is rather hard to do without resorting to a bunch of cliches about robots and aliens. There's a short story on language and memory and aliens, which reminded me a little bit of China Mieville (speak of the oil rig riding devil) and Embassytown, which is also good. I have to admit, though, good as it was, I never really connected with his characters; they all felt like characters playing their role rather than people per se--something that happens a lot in sci-fi, but is still a little off-putting.
That's it for this round. Later Days.
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