Tuesday, October 11, 2011

New Look

Is this easier on the eyes than the last design? I'll never be a pro at webdesign, but I'm trying to make this blog look at least somewhat decent. I like this new format, but we'll see how it ages. I was really starting to hate the last design there at the end. I'm a fan of the color green, but I may have gone a bit overboard...

My goal is to one day make this blog look like a newspaper. You know, those flimsy, cream-colored things your mother used to buy out of a box in front of a grocery store? I know there aren't many around these days and those that are tend to be used to line the puppy's crate. I've always liked the clean lines and straight-forward, in-your-face professionalism the best newspapers had. A box for everything and everything in its box, knowhatah meen?

I just checked my stats for the first time ever, and I want to share my amazement that there actually seems to be a few people wandering on to this blog every once in a great while. Hello, strangers! Drop a comment somewhere and keep a lonely geek and writer company for a little while! I'm going to make more of an effort to keep this blog updated and interesting, and I'd love feedback as to whether I'm going a good job or not.

Also, maybe I should go back and edit some of the more retarded things I've said on here... there are plenty to chose from.

I have to blame Jeff Vandermeer for this decision (gawd, his blog is always full of the weirdest, most delightful shit), so if you need to blame someone for my continuing desire to post my blatherings on the interwebs take it to him. I've been sampling his book on living as a professional writer and he's lit a fire under my ass.

Booklife has given me a few ideas of what I can do to get my writing life together, starting with actually making room for myself to write. After all, that is numero uno in how one becomes a writer, yes? I'm starting with a few simple goals to motivate myself.
  • First, I will write one short story every month.
  • My goal is to reach between 750 and 1000 words per sitting, and this number will go up as I gain speed and endurance. I'm already pushing the upper limit of this goal most times I sit down to write, and twice last week I stayed strong through over 1500 words in a sitting. I'm going to try for another mega-session tonight.
  • I will write at least three times a week, possibly more once I get a better grasp on what my schedule will need to become for me to meet my goals.
  • Any and all editing will not be considered as a writing session. Maybe later, when I'm more comfortable with my level of productivity, but at this initial stage I'm worried that I'll use "oh, but I did some editing" as an excuse not to sit down and write. I'm old enough to know the way my brain works.
  • I'll work on something Fairway related at least once a week. I'm more concerned at this point with writing short stories, but I'm not going to let this novel sit on the back burner forever. I want to go somewhere with these characters, even if I'm not entirely sure where.
Fairway is still so much a work-in-progress that I'm sort of embarrassed to bring it up, but I haven't given up on it completely, oh no. I've been indulging in my bad habit of deleting things after I write them because they don't make me happy. Starting today I will not continue this habit, and may I do penance for a thousand years if I ever hit "delete" again. No more deletion, only revision. This I swear.

I'm almost finished with a horror story that I started fiddling with at the end of last month. I think with one more significant push I can end the story and get on with revising a few things I can already see have gone wrong. This is the first real effort I've put into fiction writing in some time, and I'm so excited and relieved that I'm relearning how to tap into this energy. I'm already looking forward to putting together the pieces for next month's story.

Between Vandermeer's guidance and Damon Knight's advice, I just might find my motivation to do what I've been talking about doing for years.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

J-pop, J-pop, and more J-pop

I got on the computer to deal with school stuff, look for present ideas, and hunt down information about various artists. What did I do all day instead?

Do you know how many An Cafe, Gackt, and Dir en Grey music videos one person can watch in an afternoon? My ears are ringing.

Better posts coming soon, I swear! What little free time I've had lately I've spent either writing or reading. I may post a fragment of what I've been working on (a segment from Fairway that may become its own thing. We'll see) or I may put up something completely unrelated.

To be honest, though, all I want to do is read some yaoi and listen to An Cafe's "Maple Gunman".

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Am I Still Here?

I'm trying to revive my interest in actually keeping this blog going. Not that I want to ditch it, I just don't have tons of time to put something together to post. But I'm not giving up! (I am, however going to avoid J-pop music videos for a little while. I think my brain is adapting too quickly to translation-language. "We can do this together!" I don't want to sound like a walking subtitle).

I may have spoken to a few of you about what I'm planning for my geek-tastic tattoos. Granted, I'm broke as sin at the moment, but if I ever obtain money again I'm walking down to the neighborhood parlor and slapping these ideas down on the artist's table.

Right leg- I'm taking the sakura design from Yoshitaka Amano's cover art for the first issue of The Sandman: Dream Hunters. The branches will begin on the top of my foot and reach around my ankle, going higher across my calf. I'll have my black fox climb these branches, looking over his shoulder at the viewer. Again, artwork will be derived from Amano's work in Sandman. I just have to put together a composite of the images I want and presto.

Back/shoulder- Mostly shoulder, for the moment. This time the artist I'm looking at is Charles Vess (another Sandman artist, actually...) for the most part. I want chrysanthemum blossoms to curl over my left shoulder blade and over my right shoulder, ending just above my right collarbone. I'm taking the blossoms from traditional Asian tattoo styles, not Vess. Vess' work will supply the design for Hal Duncan's Jack and Puck, who'll get to chase each other across my back for the rest of my life. I know I can find a faun in Vess' repertoire to base Puck off of, but I'm expecting Jack to be a bit more difficult. I'm also leaving the bottom edge of the tattoo alone for hte time being, because there's no telling what I may want to add to it in the future. Payul and Leland?

Left arm?- Chain of narcissus blooms. "Nuff said.

Yeah, I'm still working on the final designs. Hopefully I'll be able to get to work on these before too much longer. Being poor sucks.

Currently reading: Peake's Gormenghast and various stories from Peter Straub's American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny From the 1940s Until Now. Loving both, especially Gormenghast even though it's taking me forever to read it. I still have half the mini-series to watch when I get the chance.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Intertexuality and Star Trek: DS9

Intertexuality in Star Trek: Deep Space 9

Star Trek as a franchise belongs to the tradition of those frequently derided, brightly-painted monthly science fiction magazines and their descendants, weekly space opera television shows like Buck Rodgers and Flash Gordon. The writers of Star Trek: Deep Space 9, more so than any other Star Trek series, were aware of the pressures of genre and canon on the show and the need to play to the audience to build and sustain success. This was especially true after the writers brought on board characters from earlier series who required careful attention in characterization for the sake of the fans, such as the beloved Lieutenant Worf from The Next Generation, but from the start DS9 catered to its audience of Trekkies, Trekkers, and people who just like sci-fi by providing viewers with “a completely furnished world so that its fans can quote characters and episodes as if they were aspects of the fan’s private sectarian world” (Eco, “Casablanca” 199). From the first episode, “The Emissary”, Deep Space 9 displays a close knowledge of Star Trek history and careful attention to detail that gives each major character a role in the recent history of this future. However, no DS9 episode reaches so far into Star Trek and science fiction history as does “Far Beyond the Stars”, which manages to intertextualize science fictional history from the boom of genre magazines in the postwar period onward to the creation of Star Trek itself while still managing to pay homage to ‘traditional’ science fictional tropes such as time travel in the midst of a metanarrative about science fiction.

“Far Beyond the Stars” features the usual cast members of Deep Space 9, albeit in new guises, “to remind the reader that mediation/representation [as] the name of the game [is], in itself, nothing new” (Delany 223). In this case it is the viewer rather than the reader who comes to realize that who and what is present on the screen is infinitely transmutable into new forms and interpretations and that Star Trek is by its science fictional nature open to altering characters and changing actors in order to have them represent whatever it is the story needs. DS9 in particular is exemplary for reusing actors in a multitude of roles. Actor Jeffrey Combs plays a major villain in the series, but reappears under heavy makeup as a number of other characters not only in DS9 but in other areas of the Star Trek franchise such as The Next Generation and Enterprise. He shows up in “Far Beyond the Stars” playing ‘himself’ as Weyoun in addition to portraying a violent, racist police officer who brutalizes Avery Brooks’ Benny Russell. Other actors double their roles in the episode as well, playing both characters fans recognize from the show and new ones created just for the episode’s story. Doubling the actors’ performances like this brings the viewer’s attention sharply into focus on the narrative and highlights not only the natural intertextuality of the episode’s toying with established Star Trek canon, but also jars the viewer into recognizing that what the viewer is seeing is, after all, a televised science fiction show. Samuel R. Delany calls this textual mediation, and claims that “textuality is mediation per se. To experience textuality for moments as invisible is to confirm mediation’s strength—not to deny it” (221). However, the audience never escapes the text, even when as a reader or viewer the text seems most obvious in its rhetoric of self-referencing, nor are they meant to in works like “Far Beyond the Stars”. The self-references are part of the story and an integral element in building the narrative around the idea of the episode being Star Trek as Star Trek and science fiction as science fiction. The audience at some point will begin to recognize the textual building blocks of the episode, regardless of how many viewings it takes, and at that point the episode transforms from a simplistic space adventure to a more complicated story about space adventures and the people who create them.

To experience textuality as visible likewise confirms the strength of textual mediation by giving the audience a significant amount of room to interpret the episode. According to Umberto Eco, audience members can be divided up into two categories- the first level of readers or viewers simply enjoy the episode as it is written and the second level of audience members who get the jokes and bring into their viewing a background which allows them to put the show in context. Eco does not push the idea that either level is necessarily a ‘superior’ method in which to read a text or watch a movie, though he does explain that “the first-level model reader wants to know what happens, while the second-level model reader wants to know how what happens has been narrated” (Eco, “Intertextual Irony” 223). To become a second-level reader one must have been a first-level reader, perhaps for a long time in order to accumulate the sort of knowledgeable background a text may need for a second-level reading. “Far Beyond the Stars” is no exception. It is perfectly possible to watch the episode as merely a progression of plot- aliens make Captain Benjamin Sisko hallucinate he is an African American science fiction writer in post-WWII New York, and in addition to deciding which reality he belongs to he must come to grips with his responsibilities in the ‘real’ world as a space station captain. Taken this way, the plot is rather campy but still an enjoyable watch, even if the viewer fails to recognize Sisko’s fellow writers as being stand-ins for genre greats like Issac Asimov and Leigh Brackett, not to mention that the characters are played by other members of DS9’s main cast, adding another layer of complication and self-awareness for the alert viewer. Eco’s second-level viewer, however, would bring to the table a working knowledge of the early magazine history of science fiction as well as familiarity with Star Trek canon, especially that of the series in question. In theory, this viewer would notice and understand the show’s many references to the shoddy pay and disrespect given to early magazine writers, and perhaps make the jump to thinking about how genre fiction and those who create it are treated now, especially by more mainstream readers and critics. This reader would perhaps recognize the allusions to Bradbury, Sturgeon, and Heinlein and probably the namedropping of W.B. Du Bois, Zora Neale Hurston, and Richard Wright as well. Perhaps some viewers would even have had direct contact with the works of some of these authors and could delve deeper into the literary heritage this episode has to rifle through so quickly. Though these references have little to do with the main storyline of Sisko’s struggle and are not strictly necessary to a viewer’s first-level interaction with the episode, those viewers who do carry with them this body of knowledge will have a very different experience than those who come to the text empty-handed, looking for straight-forward entertainment that involves green alien women, disruptor blasts and warp-core breaches.

In addition to classifying and defining readers, in discussing the fragmentation that often creates cult hits such as Star Trek Eco defines his own breed of modernized intertextual archetypes which some contemporary writers make use of in order “to indicate a preestablished and frequently reappearing narrative situation, cited or in some ways recycled by innumerable other texts” which “can belong to a rather recent textual tradition” (Eco, “Casablanca” 200). Star Trek is a model example of this complex incorporation of a multitude of literary work, including itself. Star Trek: The Original Series calls on famous works ranging from Hamlet to The Bible in order to legitimize its place in storytelling and literature, and every subsequent series has followed suit. The Next Generation turns to Melville’s Moby Dick to explain Jean-Luc Picard’s obsession with the Borg, and DS9 repeatedly calls on poetry from both World Wars to make a case for universal peace. Meanwhile, Captain Benjamin Sisko can no more escape the shadow of one James T. Kirk than Sisko’s analogue Benny Russell can hope to buck the racial and artistic codes of his day. Both characters played by Avery Brooks invoke a particular ‘new’ archetype here. Sisko retains echoes of those Star Trek captains who have gone before him in the canon, namely Kirk and Picard, and hybridizes Kirk’s swaggering captaincy with Picard’s intellectual leadership into his own blend of rough-and-tumble adventurism and thoughtful humanism. Benny Russell epitomizes the ostracized Sensitive Artiste who suffers grandly for his creative vision in a conservative society that is simply not ready for his groundbreaking masterpiece about race relations in a utopian future. Both characters are meant to “[provoke] in the addressee a sort of intense emotion accompanied by the vague feeling of déjà vu” that hopefully keeps the audience coming back for more adventures of Sisko and his crew (Eco, “Casablanca” 200). In Sisko, audience members are supposed to see both the captain they would want to have and the captain they would want to be, while Benny seems to more closely represent the audience members as they are. He’s the quiet nerdy type who likes stories about extraterrestrials and ray guns, and is trying to make a living through writing science fiction. His character is clearly aimed at garnering sympathy from the literate audience member who is presumably well read in science fiction and perhaps interested in producing more of the fiction he or she finds so intriguing. Any of these representations are also generalizations, all of which play off of stock characters, situations, and concepts that can be found in the best and the worst of not just genre fiction but literary works of all stripes. These intertextual archetypes are not meant to be mythic in scale, but are merely intended to characterize a person or situation the audience will recognize and respond to, presumably due to earlier encounters with similar representations in other works. Every audience member who meets DS9’s Captain Sisko will remember his notorious predecessor due to his ubiquitous presence in contemporary pop culture. Watching Star Trek: The Original Series is not a prerequisite to understanding Sisko as a Star Trek captain when Kirk is so well situated in his own archetypical role as The Captain.

Eco’s idea of intertextual archetypes ties in to his concept of the intertextual frame, which differs from what he calls ‘common frames’ by representing scenes and situations drawn from literary traditions rather than real-life experiences. Naturally, Sisko’s alien-induced hallucination falls more into the science fictional tradition than into what most people would consider reality or realistic fiction. However, it’s not such a strange idea for audience members who are familiar with such science fictional concepts as aliens, time travel, and the role-playing of historical and fictional characters. That isn’t to say that DS9 viewers, even those most thoroughly seeped in Star Trek lore and science fiction history, believe what they are seeing is true or based in some kind of reality outside the text and those texts preceding it. Rather, the episode is tailor made to invoke those earlier literary works, either indirectly by having Sisko ‘time-travel’ to postwar New York or through characters on screen directly referring to H.G. Wells and his science fiction involving time travel. Not only do these invocations amuse and interest viewers who can relate them to their experiences with these earlier texts, but by referencing science fiction’s traditional works the episode actually explains its own plot. The episode’s straight-forward evocation of H.G. Wells is a perfect example of such a draw on literary canon. Even non-readers of science fiction have been exposed to Wells’ socially far-reaching work, either by children’s storybook editions of his more famous tales or through any of the multiple movie adaptations, including several remakes in recent years. Many viewers of DS9, even those who aren’t habitual watchers of science fiction, probably know The War of the Worlds and, here more importantly, The Time Machine. Wells provides the framework to understand one of the trickier parts of the episode’s narrative, that of scientifically improbable time travel, simply by being the H.G. Wells who provided so much literary material for later modern science fiction to build upon. The point viewers are to take home after the episode isn’t that time travel is impossible, it’s that within the tradition of Star Trek and science fiction at large there exists a narrative language that seeks to accomplish and explain the impossible within the texts themselves.

Star Trek comes from a rich background of literary history encompassing a huge range of legitimate speculation and fanciful misapplication of science and reason, and the show itself has used this background to inform its own growth, sometimes even turning to feeding on itself when its storylines demanded it. This maze of self-references and cross-references to other texts have kept fans busy since the show first aired over a quarter of a century ago, and every subsequent series, movie, book or comic adds yet another twist to the labyrinth. Fans have kept the show alive to this day because of their love of Star Trek’s free use of trivia and information. Alternate histories, alternate futures, alternate universes, and holodeck illusions merge with legitimate scientific inquiry and exploration to entertain and inform multi-generational audiences. Episodes such as “Far Beyond the Stars” up the ante on the monster-of-the-week episodes that characterized The Original Series and strive for a more inclusive view not just of overreaching storyline but of the genre as a whole by incorporating the literary traditions that gave rise to the show in the first place. There is no question that Star Trek owes a great deal to the Golden Age science fiction magazines and the writers and editors who built the genre from the basic building blocks of rationalism, modernism, and romanticism, and there’s no doubt that Star Trek has in turn influenced later works of science fiction, not least of all itself. The writers of DS9 would have written a very different show if H.G. Wells, Theodore Sturgeon, and Ray Bradbury had never written science fiction and if Gene Roddenberry had never dreamed of making the world a better place through space exploration. If the goal is to seek out new life, Star Trek has succeeded by giving new life to old and new literary forms alike.

Works Cited

Delany, Samuel R. “Sex, Race, and Science Fiction: The Callaloo Interview.” Silent Interviews: On Language, Race, Sex, Science Fiction, and Some Comics. Hanover, NH: Wesleyan University Press, 1994: 216-229.

Eco, Umberto. “Casablanca: Cult Movies and Intertextual Collage.” Travels in Hyperreality. Trans. William Weaver. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1986: 197-211.

---. “Intertextual Irony and Levels of Reading.” On Literature. Trans. Martin McLaughlin. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 2004: 212-235.

“Far Beyond the Stars.” Star Trek: Deep Space 9.Writ. Ira Stephen Behr and Hans Beimler. Dir. Avery Brooks. Paramount, 1998. DVD.

J-Pop: An Cafe

Will my sporadic presence online recommence? We'll see.

These guys are totally rocking my world right now. Especially this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaekLMnv9lM&feature=related
I would karaoke this all day long.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Tracy Letts and Intellectualism in the Southern Family

    In August: Osage County, Tracy Letts examines the role of intellectualism in the home of an educated Southern family. The Westons and their descendants represent an element of Southern society usually ignored in American culture. Instead of 'typical' white trailer-trash usually associated with the poverty-stricken state of Oklahoma, the Weston family is mostly comprised of intelligent, educated men and women with moderate success in their careers, if not in personal relationships. In fact, professional and academic recognition seem to come to the Weston family at the cost of personal happiness and the ability to relate in an efficient manner with other human beings. However, even failure to find this kind of success is no guarantee that a Weston descendant can achieve contentment, mostly due to familial and cultural pressures which keep the Weston scions perpetually attached to the physical location of their childhood home and the psychological traumas associated with it. Geography toys with the family members, leaving them to cling to one another in the Southern landscape usually depicted as unfriendly toward academic 'impracticality' and 'elitism'. However, this reliance upon family seems to breed resentment between family members, and education becomes less a tool of self-improvement and more of a weapon for venting social and familial anxieties. Education, and even the lack thereof, also becomes a shield, not only from attacks but from taking responsibility seriously.

    The Southern intellectual, especially in states such as Oklahoma, is often portrayed as something of a rare breed. American culture at large seems to assume that there is no such animal, or that the creature is a rare enough aberration that its Southern roots can safely be ignored. The South is not generally known as a hotbed of intellectualism, and those people with interest in scholarship and learning are often isolated in their community. The Westons formed their own conclave of educated individuals, though this act of circling the wagons did little more than isolate the Weston family from the larger community. This larger community is less a fixed geographical point to be marked on a map, and more an idea composed of rather uncertain, metaphorical boundaries which almost seem to shift with the characters as they move (Jackson 5). No matter where they go, Oklahoma stretches out to follow them and remind them of their roots as educated people in a world where higher education is not the ticket to success. The house shared by Beverly and Violet Weston embodies the isolation and slow decay of the Southern intellectual- Letts describes the house as "a century old", with "additions, renovations and repairs [which] have essentially modernized the house until 1972 or so, when all structural care ceased" and the house entered into a state of decline (Letts 9). Though occupied by two human beings, the house has been shuttered and left to rot in the heat of the Oklahoma sun. The intellectual capacity of the house's inhabitants is no match for their sense of abandonment in a region devoid of intellectual drive. Characters such as Ivy and Barbara try to find ways to leave the Oklahoma plains for better prospects elsewhere, but the family home acts as a magnet which draws them back time and again for more punishment. Ivy in particular shows an interest in escaping her life on the Plains and fixates on the city most famous for being a place to escape and find new meaning- New York, a city as known for being as metropolitan and diverse and intellectual as Osage County isn't. Ivy feels entrapped by the limitations of her hometown, and by the close-knit nature of her Southern community. Entrapment is a common theme in Southern literature, and is usually seen either in captivity narratives or in depictions of doomed marriages written by Southern women (Busby 99). However, Letts examines captivity in a geographical sense, essentially locking his characters into place and tying them down to a single location from which they can't escape, no matter how much physical space they attempt to put between themselves and the county they grew up in.

    Education doesn't act only as a community barrier in August: Osage County. It also behaves as a weapon for various characters, most notably in Bev Weston and in Barbara and Bill Fordham. Bev utilizes his intellect as a defensive measure against his responsibilities as a husband and father. He plays the part of the wounded poet to avoid dealing with his wife's addiction to pills and the emotional failings of his children. Bev also relies on his status as the misunderstood and maligned artist to excuse his own alcoholism and emotional unavailability. His methods of escape are easy enough to trace as they develop. In the early stages of his marriage to Violet, he found release in books and in writing his poetry. Once he tasted critical acclaim for his academic work, it is likely that he lost some of the feeling of independence his writing may have inspired and turned to drinking as a new source of protecting himself from the daily demands of living which "have over time made burdensome the maintenance of traditional American routine" (Letts 11). When alcoholism no longer blocked out the discomfort of living in a dark, empty house with an unstable wife and the memory of three unhappy daughters, suicide became Bev's final answer. In his case, what started out as a shield of academic success turned into a double-edged knife of isolation and alcoholism, made worse by Bev's genuine intelligence and his difficulty in reconciling his intellect with what he considered to be a mundane world of paying bills and driving the wife to chemotherapy. Meanwhile, Bev's daughter Barbara and her soon-to-be ex-husband Bill put their education to a slightly different task. Instead of leaning on their education to further themselves, Barbara and Bill use their intellects as weapons against one another. Both are highly intelligent people with potentially fulfilling careers, but neither can navigate their relationship without turning a disagreement into an intellectual competition. On one occasion, Barbara accuses Bill of abandoning their daughter, to which he responds "I have not forsook my responsibilities" (Letts 76). She jumps on his use of the word "forsook" and turns the subject of the argument from their daughter's happiness to the lesser issue of her husband's word choice, all for some vague hope of upstaging him on an intellectual issue. Her concern with her husband's intelligence, and more importantly her worry over his perception of her own, reappears in a later scene in which Barbara is speaking to Sherriff Gilbeau. She mentions that Gilbeau's occupation is ironic, given his family history She corrects herself a moment later, stating "it's incongruous. I think I misused "ironic." Oh, if my husband could hear that", showing that even when Bill isn't in the same room she can't escape the need to defend her intellectual capacity while attacking his in a twisted form of self-defense (Letts 125).

    Education and the thirst for knowledge affect the lives of the entire Weston family. Little Charles Fordham illustrates the family attitude toward learning in an interesting manner. He is the only 'failure' in the family with relation to his drive to learn and showcase his knowledge. He is the family black sheep for lacking interest in Bev's constructed community for intellectuals and preferring his non-scholarly puttering to any pursuit of higher learning. In the larger Oklahoma community, this would hardly be abnormal and may even be perceived as a more practical endeavor than Bev Weston's poetry, but within the Weston family Little Charles is a failure. His mother lashes out at him verbally on several occasions, making no secret of her disappointment in him. Ivy and his father attempt to protect him, but Little Charles often seems content to be run over by the hostility the other family members hold for him for not fitting into the Weston model of the capable intellectual. He seems to feel that he deserves their derision and makes no attempt to prove to anyone but Ivy that he is anything more than the family fool. By playing the helpless child, he dodges the familial responsibilities he would otherwise have to shoulder- he even manages to skip attending Beverly's funeral through intentionally "accidentally" sleeping through his alarm clock. The Weston family sees his lack of interest in scholarly activities as a symptom of his lifelong aversion to adulthood and the duties he is expected to perform. Likewise, Ivy accuses Barbara of abandoning her familial duties under the guise of furthering her career in Colorado. Like Little Charles, Barbara uses her intellectual status as a way to dodge her supposed responsibility to take care of her mother Violet. She escapes to her new teaching job and her growing family and leaves her younger sister to deal with their mother's insecurities and whims. She is only able to do this, of course, because she is herself of the intellectual class, just as her father was, and other than her sister there is no one in the family who will call her out on her abandonment. Any other character who would accuse Barbara of skirting her duties would open him- or herself to an equal accusation, as the entire family is guilty of putting personal gain first and familial responsibilities second at some time or another. Even Ivy, for all her talk of how "the obligation of caring for [their] parents was [hers] alone" wants to cut her ties with Violet and flee to the distant, almost-mystical city of New York where freedom waits and no angry old women horde bottles of pills in rehab (Letts 103). Still, because she is the oldest daughter, tradition would dictate that Barbara should be the one calling the shots in what remains of the family after the various breakdowns suffered by her parents, sisters, and husband. However, Barbara leans upon her academic responsibilities as a way to deflect her familial duties onto other people, much as Little Charles uses his academic ineptitude to avoid responsibility altogether.

    Letts seems to believe that intellectualism plays an odd role in the lives of Southerners with academic aspirations, especially in people imprisoned in the South with only other family members to share their academic aspirations with. The Westons created a community in miniature to support their academic pursuits in a region where academia is not the usual career choice, but their ring of scholarly 'support' is rife with competitiveness, feeling of inadequacy, and outright hostility to any form of either success or failure. The Weston mini-community is less a circle of academic thought and more a boxing ring which allows for familial jealousies to air and for family members to attack one another either verbally or, on several occasions during the course of the play, physically and with intent to harm. Repressed anger does not stay repressed in this family for very long, and almost all of the family members spoil for a good fight at some point in the play. Academia and aggression are not commonly associated with one another in this manner, but Letts does not seem to want to depict his scholars as pacifists and do-gooders- he wants the audience to know that the people walking on his stage have problems stemming from jealousy and insecurity and a great deal of pent-up anger, and that these issues are likely fed by the family's awareness of their own isolation from one another and from the Southern community they seek to escape. Responsibility to the family is a secondary concern to the extended family of the Westons, and it falls after scholarly success which does not seem to provide emotional fulfillment for any of the characters. Instead, seeking recognition in one or more fields of study rather than working out issues within the family in a way forces the Westons to view one another as competitors rather than family members, therefore perpetuating the cycle of hostility and undercutting. Intelligent and self-aware though they are, the Weston family members are more concerned with arming themselves against one another and deflecting blame than in seeking out one another and truly being a family.

Works Cited

Busby, Mark. "The Significance of the Frontier in Contemporary American Fiction." The         Frontier Experience and the American Dream. Ed. Mogen, David, Mark Busby, and Paul     Bryant. College Station: Texas A&M University Press, 1989. 95-103.

Jackson, Robert. Seeking the Region in American Literature and Culture. Baton Rouge:     Louisiana State University, 2005.

Letts, Tracy. August: Osage County. New York: Theatre Communications Group, 2008.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

R.U.R. and the Mechanization of Humanity

Karel Capek, the playwright of R.U.R., or Rossum's Universal Robots (1921), wasn't a scientist like Issac Asimov or Arthur C. Clark, both of whom came along later to redefine and streamline the modern concept of robotics in fact and fiction, but he was still a concerned intellectual living in a changing world. He was the first to coin the term "robot", but his concept of the word differs slightly from what modern audiences associate with it. To Capek, the term merely meant an artificial human, almost a golem from Jewish mythology, created by humans through rapidly growing knowledge of science and technology and destined for a short lifetime of servitude and dismissal. To a modern audience, a robot is an entirely mechanized creation, lacking organic substance and composed entirely of artificial elements. The creation of robots in his play borders on the mystical, the alchemical, and the unknowable, which may have been how the advent of science looked to those people living in the early part of the century. Science was taking humanity to new and frightening places, and the increasing mechanization of the workforce and the rise of military technology in World War I gave the future a grim face. To Capek, the ability to create a life solely through the use of new technology was a terrifying prospect, both for what it meant for humanity's future and for what it would mean to the things which were to be brought to life. Capek feared that humans would become both neglectful tyrants and ineffectual antiques if a new class of inhuman worker drones was to be created, and he was deeply concerned about what it would mean to the everyday human to be replaced by this new class.

Modern robots are mechanical structures formed of inorganic materials and pre-determined programming. Most modern robots cannot perform tasks or learn new skills unless they are programmed with the ability to learn. Most robots are not programmed to do this, or are programmed to learn in a very limited way, and science fiction films and books are full of examples of robots and computers gaining sentience and taking over the world. Capek's robots are organic constructions, supposedly made of the same or similar biological substances as human beings and seemingly lacking in what a computer-age scientist would recognize as programming. To modern eyes, Capek's robots are closer to clones or androids than to mechanical robots, and are really more frightening because of it. Helen, upon her arrival on the island, cannot distinguish the robots from the human workers and scientists who live on the island. He deliberately leaves the process behind the robots' creation vague, letting neither the audience nor the robots themselves know what the source of life really is. Left in ignorance of their origins, the robots have no history, no culture, and no way to find autonomy from human rule. They are forced to obey their human creators and exist in a state of almost feudal serfdom and dependency. Capek did not believe that such a society, where the underclass relied so exclusively on the upper class for protection and procreation and where the upper class relied so heavily on the lower class for consistent productivity and obedience, could function efficiently for long. This is especially true for a society in which the oppressed underclass, in this case a very inhuman and dehumanized underclass, begins to grow a very strong, and very human, desire for autonomy and the right to exercise free will. By claiming the right to enjoy basic human freedoms, Capek's robots move themselves up to be equals with their human creators. In fact, the robots are almost humanity's superior in that they are faster, stronger, and smarter than the average human. However, without the ability to procreate without human ingenuity, the robotic race has little chance of survival. This almost complete dependence on humanity prevents the robots from fully achieving autonomy. Even in the ending scene where the robots Primus and Helen discover love, it is uncertain whether they will manage to find the secret to propagating their species. Capek leaves their fate vague, allowing the pair to journey into the future beyond the play either to die alone in a wilderness devoid of humanoid life or to found a new Garden of Eden for future generations of artificial life.

Though Capek may not have feared the robots themselves, either of his own brand of or the mechanical variety that followed, what he did fear was humanity's reaction to the creation of robots. He believed that the invention of robots would make it far too easy for humans to give up toil and struggle, which have classically given humanity its definition. Human society is not equipped to deal with a majority of humans who have no jobs, no need for work, no jobs at anything approaching a 'lower level' and nothing to do with copious amounts of spare time and energy. These elements have sparked countless labor strikes and protests, and have led to violence against the offending class on many occasions. Robots may make a life of luxury possible by taking the detestable, unwanted jobs no human should condescend to do, but without a severe restructuring of human society those humans who would normally be forced to take those jobs would have nowhere to turn to, no one to help them, and nowhere to place their frustrations except on the class of cheap, efficient, inhuman workers who replaced the more 'deserving' human laborers. The same arguments have a long history of creating violence and hostility toward Irish American immigrants, people of African descent, or in contemporary politics against Mexicans and Mexican American laborers, as well as many other groups around the world. Perhaps Capek was attacking capitalism by highlighting these growing frustrations in the human community. When a business cares more for cutting production costs than for creating a job market for human workers, humans are placed out in the cold so robot laborers can produce more items faster and for less money than the old outdated model of humanity. The robot underclass is just one more victim of human prejudice in this case, one more instance where greed, fear, and resentment come together to spark a war not of ideology or resources but of hatred and desperation.

War may have been another of Capek's concerns. He wrote the play shortly after the end of World War I, where new advances in modern technology were put to use on the battlefield, leading to devastating results for the human combatants and even those people who never saw a killing field. Medical technology had also advanced to a point where soldiers could survive the infections that would usually follow an injury, so they were able to walk, or crawl, off of the battlefield and tell tales of the new horrors of war, tales of machine guns and air raids and miles upon miles of entrenchments, bare fields, and barbed wire with an enemy on the other side. War had reached a new brutality unmatched by the bloodletting of the past, and to Capek and his contemporaries technology was to blame. Capek's robots may look human, but at least initially they really were little more than machines, built with a specific purpose in mind. Among the various reasons why robots could be desired is the possibility of sending the robot to war rather than a human soldier. Not only is a commander assured of obedience, but an artificial soldier would not feel fear, nor pain unless it was the pain warning of injury, nor anxiety about preserving its own life. A robotic soldier is the perfect soldier, and the perfect replacement for the human soldier. However, if that perfection was to be turned on a civilian human populace, the devastation would be incalculable and, of course, perfect. Capek, along with a number of other writers in the early and mid part of the century, feared that humans were creating technology they would not be able to control and would ultimately be the undoing of humanity. By replacing human soldiers with robotic ones, humanity would be saving generations of young men and women from shell-shock, death, and battle scars, but without some element of humanity in the robot warriors, war would become even more horrific and devastating. Even if warfare should avoid conflict with humanity at all, the havoc caused by battle would disrupt daily living for humans. Travel, food distribution, even politics would be affected by the creation of a war that has no need to end. When all of the soldiers can persevere despite conditions that would break down even the heartiest of human warriors, and when the soldiers can be replaced with relatively little difficulty or expense, whatever forces and motives behind the war effort can push on more or less indefinitely. With no human cost, the only issue is acquiring the resources to continue the manufacturing of robot soldiers to throw at the enemy's gates, possibly for the reason of acquiring the resources to create even more soldiers. Such warfare would begin a dangerous cycle of violence that would be exceptionally difficult to break, especially in a world of growing technological capability where the manufacture of these robots would become easier with every successive year.

Capek's concerns did not come to pass in the way he feared they would. Many factories switched to mechanized labor with relatively little violence from disgruntled workers, and human soldiers still fight and die on the frontlines of a dozen different wars every day. Modern robotics has provided humanity with a number of comforts as well as inconveniences, but adaptability to an ever changing environment is merely another part of humanity's ability to survive almost anything, including, mostly, itself and all its clever ideas. Capek's play addresses humanity's attitude toward itself as much as to any burgeoning relationship toward advancing technology. He believed technology, while dangerous in the wrong human hands, would ultimately rely on human goals and ambitions to actually be dangerous. After all, robots must be programmed for their tasks, and if a robot cannot learn how to program another then it is up to a human creator to set forth a robot's tasks and goals. Now the field of robotics has advanced to the point where there are robots building other robots, but there are humans involved in manufacturing every step of the way. Perhaps this isn't quite the future Capek envisioned when he sent Primus and Helen into the unknown in R.U.R., when he foresaw either robots wiping themselves out along with humanity or robots surviving alone after the destruction of the last human. Rather, it is a future where humans and their robotic creations live more or less harmoniously, at least for the time being, and few of Capek's fears have truly come to fruition. Nonetheless, his play still stands as a formidable warning to those who care to think about what human abuses of technology could lead to.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The Crucifixion of Bartley in Riders to the Sea

The final three pages of Synge's Riders to the Sea depict a scene which portrays an uncanny resemblance to a much older work of literature- the Biblical record of the Crucifixion of Christ. Synge achieves this through invoking echoes of the tradition of the Crucifixion in his dialogue, his stage setting, and his selection of prop pieces. Synge does not necessarily push the imagery of the sacrificial ceremony to the audience, but he leaves enough creative space for the director and actor to explore various possibilities of depicting this final scene. Bartley's death and the ceremonies devised to mourn his passing play a vital role in solidifying Christian custom in Maurya's household, and in turn the entire spiritual tradition of Western Ireland.

There are a number of things a director can do in this play to emphasize the visual idea of a crucifixion on stage. Lighting would play an enormous part, as would the positioning of the characters. Certain props could also permit a certain emphasis on the ritual sacrifice of Maurya's youngest son. Lighting permits the director to focus the audience's attention on certain actions or props, such as the approach of the mourners in the final scene or the white boards in the background throughout the play. A low, mellow light with a slowly increasing intensity as they get closer would go a long way in directing the audience to follow the procession's movement. As for the white boards, a steady white spotlight would prevent the boards from fading into the background while still permitting the action around the boards to continue uninterrupted. Staging the characters' movements would also be key, especially during the keening ceremony in the last scene. Ranging the characters, under half light, in a half circle around the drowned Bartley, with the spotlight still emphasizing the white boards in the background, would invoke neoclassical paintings depicting the crucifixion of Christ without requiring much exaggeration in the set itself. By allowing a certain simplicity in the set, the director would find more room to work with the props permitted by the play's stage directions. The red sail, white boards, and forgotten nails all provide creative fodder here. The red sail, besides being a memorable color, acts as a classic shroud and also coordinates with the red skirts of the mourners. Red has the advantage of being associated with blood and violence, which works exceptionally well with the concept of a sacrificial crucifixion. The white boards would, of course, play the stand-in of an actual cross, warranting the constant spotlight. The nails would be a bit trickier to emphasize, since they are never shown on stage. Bringing the audience's attention to these non-existent bits of metal would rely on a certain stress on the dialogue which would depend on the relative acting abilities of the performers.

It may seem that Bartley deviates from the standard Christ mold, as he does not die with any sort of blatant promise to pave a path to safety and security for his family. His death instead appears to leave his mother and sisters stranded in a dangerous world without any sort of protection and without anyone to provide for them. However, Maurya's last, mourning speech gives a few clues into the truth. Instead of bewailing her sudden bereavement, Maurya views the death of her last son as a step toward reuniting her family, emphasizing the connectedness of the Irish family over the isolating experience of living and dying. As she stands over the corpse of her youngest son, Maurya states that her children are "all together this time, and the end is come…Michael has a clean burial…Bartley will have a fine coffin out of the white boards, and a deep grave surely…No man at all can be living for ever, and we must be satisfied" (p 67). Though the physical bodies of her children are scattered through the world, in death they have rejoined one another and reinforced the bonds of the family. Bartley's death offers hope, in a way, of an eternal life where the family cannot be separated again. However, until she and her daughters die as well, the family will indeed be separated, which is where her final "we" comes in. Her concern in providing her sons with a proper Christian burial, though purportedly for her sons' sakes, is in actuality simply a way for Maurya and her daughters to come to terms with the loss of Bartley and his brothers. Maurya's love for her family and her belief in the Christian God are closely intertwined, even in the face of overwhelming grief, and through Bartley's death Maurya's family is able to prepare for eternity. Throughout the play, the family is concerned with providing a proper Christian burial to each of the fallen sons in order to ensure that Maurya's family will be guaranteed a place in eternity with the family members who have already died.

Bartley makes for an unusual Christ. The audience is only exposed to him as a living character for a short period of time, so his death relies heavily on cultural familiarity with Christian tradition in order to carry the concept of crucifixion. He never stands before the audience to preach about universal love or proper Christian behavior or even the importance of a decent burial. He merely asks one sister where a bit of rope is and tells the other sister to get a good price for the pig, before he goes off to die at the hands of his ghostly brother. Left to fulfill a role which has been traditionally unusual for women, Maurya is left to teach her daughters and the audience the importance of observing traditions and holding tight to family connections, because to Maurya there is nothing in this world worse than being left alone. Her identity is the group identity, and the idea of undergoing something like death by herself is unbearable. Now she faces the isolation she so fears, and she turns to the traditions of her culture to empower her and her family in their time of need.

Auden and the Politics of Creativity

W.H. Auden's "The Novelist" reads both as an assault on the militarism and conformity of mainstream popular fiction and as a guide to his fellow writers who may be seeking something more from their work than simplistic popularity and shallow gratification. Auden's dismissal of 'hacks' from the ranks of his contemporaries is followed closely by a description of what a writer actually is and what he or she seeks to accomplish, with or without the adoration of either an audience or even the approval of other writers. To Auden, mainstream success does not connote immediate status as a 'real' writer as to him a writer exists to write, even if the book or poem never sees publication. Creation, creativity, and maturing as an artist are far more important to Auden than public recognition and success. "The Novelist" explores Auden's idealism and details his perception of what it truly means to be a worthy, creative writer.

The first two lines of the poem introduce Auden's seemingly negative attitude toward his fellow poets and artists:

Encased in talent like a uniform,

The rank of every poet is well known.


By invoking this regimented, militaristic image of his contemporaries, Auden implies that most poets of his day seem more interested in mass producing acceptable, popularized and 'safe' works than in breaking ranks and exploring unmapped territory. The public that consumes his contemporaries' works has come to expect a certain product from each writer, and now that these writers have discovered these expectations, they pander shamelessly to them in order to maintain popularity. It is interesting that Auden uses the work "rank" to describe the standing of these poets, as the word could have two readings here. In one sense, it indicates that the writers march along in perfect lock-step with one another, producing the same book or poem again and again in a bizarre sort of production line until authorship is irrelevant as the works are inseparable clones of one another. The other reading would imply that as though authorship may be irrelevant, brand-naming of popular authors creates a kind of hierarchy with writers 'ranked' by their popular status and financial success rather than by actual talent and real creativity. As each writer in these ranks is "well-known" to create a certain product, and the product itself is "well-known" for being a certain type of novel or poem, any deviation would frustrate readers and publishers and would ultimately be detrimental to the writer's rank. By sacrificing creativity for marketability, poets deny both themselves and their audience a chance for growth. It would be an unfair and untrue generalization to accuse all of Auden's contemporaries as lacking originality and creativity, but as with every generation of writers there were certainly a fair number of pretentious, derivative hacks and 'popular' writers with little interest in enlarging the literary canon and a great deal of interest in financial gain and public notoriety. Auden's lines would appear to be a shot at these poets, a challenge to take off those encasing, imprisoning uniforms and step out of the tightly regimented lines in order to create something worthwhile. It may also be something of a warning to these poets to get out of the way of those writers who have the will and the talent to break formation.

The next two lines seem to act as a bridge between Auden's stern-faced warning to his declaration on what a poet should be:

They can amaze us like a thunderstorm,

Or die so young, or live for years alone.


Here, Auden precludes the idea that a poet must live a certain way in order to be a poet. He dismisses the concept that in order to write, one needs to be an emotionally sensitive, opium smoking odd-man-out with an overwhelming sense of doom and injustice. This stereotype does nothing to help a poet actually accomplish any noteworthy work, and Auden sees it as little more than a self-harming lie that inhibits creativity and originality. Some writers may find comfort in this cycle of self-creation and self-destruction, but others may find it to be a hindrance which interferes with creative productivity. The idea that every artist must suffer for every piece of his or her art has no hold with Auden and contrasts sharply with his view of how writers behave. What is ultimately important isn't the way a writer behaves or what he or she does when not writing. The only thing that matters is the art the writer produces, and biography and personality are secondary elements in the creation of poetry.

Following this pair of lines is Auden's description of what a poet is, rather than his attack on the popular notion of what it means to be a poet:

They can dash forward like hussars: but he

Must struggle out of his boyish gift and learn

How to be plain and awkward, how to be

One after whom none think it worth to turn.


Auden knows how important it is for a writer to grow through his or her work. Though some might read these lines as reinforcement of the very stereotype of the struggling, agonized artist Auden spent the previous lines shooting down, it is possible to instead see them as both clarifying and expounding on the first two lines of the poem where Auden attacked false poets and writers. Here, Auden contrasts a truer definition of the creative writer against those authors with little sense of art. Auden's ideal poet does not seek adulation for writing his or her works, unlike the fashionable poet with a great deal of nothing to say. Auden would say that a poet would not care if any audience found him or her worth turning to, as popularity is not this poet's goal. Publication and recognition are always welcome to the writer who deserves it, but if achievement alone is the writer's mission than the work will suffer and fail to take root in order to grow into a larger, more complex form. To leave the childish need for attention behind while still remaining accessible to the reader is a worthy though likely difficult goal for any writer, and to complicate that goal still further is Auden's declaration that the writer must also change as he or she matures. To write the same first novel over and over again must be a kind of purgatory for any writer who wishes to accomplish something beyond mediocrity, though it may be a satisfactory existence for a writer with few desires beyond popular acceptance and notoriety.

Auden's final stanzas continue his examination of what it means to write as a creative form of art, but on a more personal level with the writer:

For, to achieve his lightest wish, he must

Become the whole of boredom, subject to

Vulgar complaints of love, among the Just


Be just, among the Filthy filthy too,

And in his own weak person, if he can,

Must suffer dully all the wrongs of Man.


Here Auden dances again with the Romantic stereotype of the poet, and this time the purpose behind the writer and his or her work is called into question. A common belief holds that a writer's job is to explore humanity and enrich the human experience, but this task is far more complex than it may seem on the surface. Every human experience is the human experience, and to express them all has taken lifetimes of work from talented individuals and will continue to do so, as this mission to encompass every human story is an impossible one to finish. Auden surely knows this, yet he recognizes that there may be something to it all the same. However, here he seems to advocate something a little different from the usual frivolity and sentimentality usually associated with the fiction or poetry commonly associated with writing about the all-important 'human experience'. He seems to advocate a kind of normality in the writer's life, going back again to his declaration that a poet or novelist does not necessarily need to feed back into the unhealthy and unproductive cycle of the damaged artist in order to experience the best and the worst offered by the gamut of average human emotions and come out on the other side with something to show for it. In this way he gives permission for the writer to be a normal human being, and for the normal human being to be a writer. There is nothing for a writer to fear in undergoing the everyday trauma of human living, and if the ultimate goal of writing is to portray the human experience, then there is no reason to avoid human life. The writer is and should be no different from other human beings, and this is what makes the writer's work possible in the first place.

Auden's "The Novelist" spans a wide array of topics without ever really leaving one. Altogether, the fourteen lines of "The Novelist" read as a manifesto of what a writer can expect from a creative lifestyle in a modern context. In a world of shallow bestselling lists, print-on-demand vanity presses, and ever-increasing competition from both worthy contemporaries and the ever-present derivative hacks, no imagination, no creativity, is needed to see why poets, novelists, and writers of every other description might struggle with the pressures of creating meaningful work and finding meaning in creation. As a poet and a devoted conversationalist, Auden knows the importance of creativity and expression and knows the impact that being a writer can have on an individual. Over the course of his life, he also saw how that impact could alter his fellow writers, leaving them encased in uniforms of conformity or perhaps outgrowing boyish talents into fully fledged artists. He acted as a mentor and a friend to dozens of writers of many types and interests, most of whom were either already respected or would achieve some status as worthy creators. Some, of course, never made it as household names, but Auden still saw real talent where real talent wrote and certainly wouldn't have held any lack of fame against his cadre of 'true' poets.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Best Books of 2009

Last year, I just listed five books of whatever category that rocked my world in 2008. I decided to split up this year's selections into a few categories, partly to be just a little more organized and partly as an excuse to post more books. These aren't necessarily books that came out in 2009, and in fact most are probably a few years old. I just happened to have read them in 2009! I also tried to limit myself to 2 or 3 in each category.

Fiction
City and the City by China Mieville
I liked Perdido Street Station and its sequel, The Scar, but City and the City is easily Mieville's best book so far. Its storytelling is tighter than in Perdido and Mieville's talent for creating and developing an interesting, fully-formed world does not weaken in this book in the least. I'm looking forward to his other new book, Kraken.

The Love We Share Without Knowing by Christopher Barzak
I've blogged about this one before, and I still stand by my claim that it is a truly superb book.

The Orphan's Tales: City of Coin and Spice by Catherynne Valente
This is the sequel volume to The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden, which made my best-of list last year. Valente's use of various (uncommon) mythologies and her creative narrative structure make this volume an excellent follow-up and a fantastic read.

Non-Fiction
Science Fiction by Adam Roberts
This is another book I've already blogged about. Go figure.

Anthologies
Wastelands edited by John Jacob Adams
Not only do nearly all of the stories in this anthology rock, but the editor pieced together a handy bibliographic list of must-read apocalyptic literature. It's not a conclusive list by any means, but it makes for the perfect finishing touch on an anthology that already would have had my vote for this list.

Paper Cities edited by Ekaterina Sedia
This book took the 2009 World Fantasy Award for Best Anthology, and against some stiff competition, too. And, what's more is that this book deserved to win against such competition. It's worth reading just to take a close look at urban fantasy (though I think Hal Duncan's contribution for Nova Scotia would have been just as at home here as the story Sedia selected.)

Nova Scotia edited by Neil Williamson
Amazon claims this book doesn't exist, but I have a copy so I know they lie. Perhaps on the U.K. version of the site...anyway, there's not a flop in this anthology. There were definitely a few I liked more than others, but overall this may be one of the most solid anthologies I've ever read.

Young Adult/Children's
Vintage: A Ghost Story by Steve Berman
I've already written more about this book here, and just as with Barzak's book I stand by my recommendation.

The Blueberry Girl by Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess
Gaiman and Vess make my favorite team in book writing and illustration. McKean is cool and all, but I've always preferred Vess's work. This is a very simple storybook, but it has a fantastic message and beautiful art, and I can't wait to give this book to my niece when she starts reading.