Friday, July 9, 2010

Movie Review -- Tim Burton's ALICE IN WONDERLAND


I had to dig up my thoughts from a while back when I saw it in theaters in vaunted, unnecessary 3-D. I was inspired by The Alexandrian's post on movies last week. I was a little surprised--Justin Alexander's usually got really good insight and a critical eye for books, so I figured he'd dislike some films that I was surprised he ended up enjoying.

But for myself, there isn't much I can say about Alice in Wonderland.

It was better than Avatar.

...

It was. Avatar had zero storyline. It was all special effects and pretty as all get-out, but it was far, far from a moving storyline. The entire thing was a white-man's guilt-trip.

Alice in Wonderland was a Tim Burton movie, and that means that the movie is about misfits. Understand that fact, and you understand anything that he does. Every last film Burton has ever made has been about people who just can't seem to fit into society. Well, Alice in Wonderland is no different. It is basically a sequel to Lewis Carrol's original story, this time featuring an early-twenties Alice who has flights of imagination, independence, original thinking, and doesn't fit into the stereotypically dry, servile role due to women in an equally stereotypical Victorian British aristocratic society. She remembers her original trip to Wonderland as a dream, but then she's summoned back to kill the Jabberwocky and stop the Red Queen (a fusing of the original Red Queen from Through the Looking-Glass with the Queen of Hearts) from covering all the lands of Middle-Earth in Shadow--*ahem*--I mean tyrannically ruling Wonderland with an iron fist (behavior which, apparently, involves destroying everything and leaving it a desolate wasteland for no apparent reason than she's angry at having a big head).

Yeah, so, the Red Queen is a misfit villain who uses the Jabberwocky as her own personal "win" button. But there's this prophecy (read: total and utter removal of suspense, tension, or surprise from this movie) that says Alice is supposed to don some armor, grab a Vorpal sword of monster-slaying (roll a 1d6, baby, so see which limb gets severed) that'll turn her into some sort of anti-son-of-a-bitch machine and kill the Jabberwocky, causing the Red Queen to lose her crown to the fair and honest White Queen.

The movie merges a lot of Carrol's original Alice in Wonderland with Through the Looking Glass, if you haven't noticed.

Well, we get treated to a bunch of characters, mostly drawn up from Alice, not Looking Glass, but they really aren't give a lot of time to develop. Crispin Glover (yeah, that's right, Dad McFly from Back to the Future) is the Knave of Hearts, Helena Bonham Carter is the Red Queen, and Johnny Depp is the Mad Hatter. They're pretty much the entire reason to go see the movie, in my opinion, but even they aren't enough to save it from being nothing more than "alright." The Dormouse was effectively replaced with Reepicheep from Prince Caspian/Voyage of the Dawn Treader, for all intents and purposes. The damn thing is supposed to be drugged-out or a narcoleptic, not a swashbuckling warrior. But that's just a minor nit-pick.

No, what really kills the movie is the completely uninspired plot. It's standard and formulaic, done in an almost paint-by-numbers manner. Everything about this movie is just so standard and done-before. Granted, a good story makes use of tropes, but it should infuse those tropes with a great deal of emotional meaning. The characters develop, but along wholly predictable patterns. Alice, confused by her "dream" being far more real than she's accustomed to, gradually grows to accept Wonderland as a place, not a figment of her imagination. She comes to terms with her destiny of Jabberwocky-killing, has a fancy, emotionally devoid fight with the beast, and wins. Wow, big surprise, it was spoiled already by the damn prophecy.

Basically, there's no conflict except the obvious one. Alice isn't struggling with her destiny, she's just kind of confused. There's no real buildup of anxiety over her position as the bearer of prophecy, she just does what she thinks is right. There's a brief point where she almost backs out, but the White Queen comes in with some stereotypical words of wisdom that are 100% forgettable. I don't even remember the gist of what the White Queen said. Maybe something about having to do it yourself or somesuch. I literally didn't remember anything she had said by the time the film was finished.

As for the Red Queen, her motivation is all but nonexistent. There's really no logic behind her behavior. Yes, Alice in Wonderland isn't supposed to be about logic, but ironically, by creating a situation in which actions have consequences and making the characters actually care about them instead of running around being mad, illogical, and silly the writers actually forcibly introduced logic into the system. So the Red Queen's motivation is jealousy at her sister and anger that she has an enormous head (enter Tim Burton's incessant demand for misfitism, the same sort of demand that made Batman and Ed Wood great but made Batman Returns and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory less-than-stellar). But that doesn't explain why she wants to basically drive her kingdom into the ground. We see the effects of her "programme" on the countryside--it looks like the Pine Barrens of New Jersey in a post-apocalyptic setting (minus the mutants). If there's one thing I've learned from all of these history books and strategy-wargames is that as ruler you want to foster economic growth, not burninate the f--king countryside. What good is a kingdom if the king has no living subjects to rule? Where are you going to get your tarts now, bitch?

The answer is simple: the Red Queen is stupid. And stupid villains are not imposing, frightening ones. Ruthless ones are, but if they are stupid, our credulity gets stretched and we start expecting them to get a nasty knife in the back. There's no reason the Jabberwocky won't answer to the Knave if he just backstabs the Queen and takes over--he's obviously the smarter member of their partnership. But he never does (until the end, when it is completely unsurprising and totally designed to give us a sense of smug satisfaction, but really just comes off as a pointless, empty gesture). No, cunning, brutally ruthless, brilliant villains are the best. I'm thinking of the Joker in both Tim Burton's and Christopher Nolan's Batman films, but also Khan (Star Trek II), the Emperor (Star Wars), Hans Gruber (Die Hard) and a few others. When a villain falls because of hubris, or because they underestimated the hero, or because a trusted lieutenant had a change of heart and ended up throwing them down an elevator shaft while they were busy shooting blue lightning at the hero, it is more satisfying than if the villain loses out of stupidity. The Red Queen loses in the end because, fully aware of the prophecy, still marches to battle and gets her precious Jabberwocky killed anyway. And the film doesn't even address this fact!

Earlier
Knave: My Queen, Alice with the Vorpal Sword is destined to kill the Jabberwocky.
Queen: Oh no! Knave, apprehend Alice! We must prevent the prophecy!

Later
Knave: My Queen, Alice has the Vorpal Sword!
Queen: Prepare the Jabberwocky for battle!

What? No, your next move should be "get the Jabberwocky the hell out of Wonderland and get that damn sword back ASAP."

If it were a satire, I could understand the Queen being so dumb, but it isn't presented as one. And besides, Mel Brooks does stupid villains much better than Tim Burton (Dark Helmet and the Sheriff of Rottingham come to mind). They don't have to be dangerously genre savvy to be more interesting, they just have to be properly motivated and cunning enough to make the audience think they've a good chance at winning.

Basically, this is what happened: Disney partnered with director Tim Burton and scriptwriter Linda Woolverton to turn two works of Victorian-era literature into a completely uninteresting, cookie-cutter, assembly-line style story that plays out almost exactly like every other forgettable feature-film you've seen in the past fifteen-to-twenty years. It isn't satire, like Mars Attacks! had been, otherwise it'd have been funny. No, it was just a lame cash-grab. Sadly, the story was better than Avatar, but that's partially because it is dealing with pre-established characters with whom we are already familiar. Even then, it dumbs them down, and leeches as much magic out of Wonderland as possible.

This movie is, like Avatar 99% eye-candy. It's not bad eye-candy. Eh, there's better stuff to go see.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Sir Ken Robinson on Academics and My Thoughts



Robinson speaks about how the academic world exists solely to create university professors. As someone who always sought to be a university professor, I actually found myself inhibited by the lack of creativity and imagination I encountered among my peers in college and grad school. For me, history was always an exploration of the world that was, and can only exist again in our minds. This picture of the Athenian Acropolis (left) from Peter Connolly's The Ancient City is far more valuable to me as an image of what was than all of the bland descriptions in textbooks. The picture is the product of imagination. Sure, it's probably not exactly what the Acropolis looked like, but it is better than nothing, and it is much better than letters printed in a book.

I've said before that the education system is a priesthood. The system that exists now is the Ouroboros. University tuition has increased approximately 400% in the past twenty years, while wages/salaries have only increased 80%. This has been coupled with the drastic push in schools to encourage students to take the SAT and enroll in college. Around 25% of all Americans between 22 and 40 have bachelor degrees. Instead of lowering demand, the drastic tuition hikes by universities have made loans an absolute necessity for furthering one's education.

Now link this to Sir Ken Robinson's comments on developments these past five years--that what was once good enough to get a decent job (a bachelor's degree) is no longer enough, and now you need a master's. Jobs that used to be good enough for a master's require a PhD. And now, PhDs are not good enough, you need to have publications and post-doctorate study under your belt. I look at the massive mountain I must climb and start to wonder if I'll ever be able to fulfill my dream of becoming a university professor of ancient history. The mountain I have to climb is ridiculously high, and I honestly cannot afford more loans in order to complete my schooling. Compounded with the fact that many of our university freshmen are being required to take remedial writing and mathematics courses (despite earning high marks on the SATs), and I'm left scratching my head and wondering if I even want to teach history at all.

Perhaps I should try my hand at writing novels instead.

But I digress. The system is most certainly breaking, assuming it is not broken already. The current economic crisis should be coming as a wake-up call, but unfortunately, that does not seem to be the case. The human capacity for denial is staggering.

Sadly, there can be the case of throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Rote, repetitive memorization is key to a lot of learning. For example, when learning living languages, there is no substitute for practice--practical face-to-face communication, especially with native speakers, and lots of it, will inculcate the knowledge viscerally, not cerebrally. When studying dead languages, like ancient Greek or Latin, rote memorization is the only way to learn the parsing of verbs.

Laudo, laudas, laudat, laudamus, laudatis, laudant. Sum, es, est, summus, estis, sunt. That's all there is--memorization is necessary. Studying Greek, I spend more time drilling verb forms than actually reading it. But the time I spend drilling does actually pay dividends. When I read, I find that I read much more easily a text that incorporates the new tenses or moods that I've just memorized, than if I just glance over the new forms, don't drill them for 30 minutes a day for a few days. In the end, the drilling actually makes reading it easier.

But that's just me. I never did rote memorization for my multiplication tables in school. I hated mathematics and hated studying my multiplication tables. Honestly, it was a mistake. I should have spent that time studying them. But I didn't. And I'm not stronger for it.

Sir Ken Robinson has more to say on the topic of education stifling creativity. Interesting stuff.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Book Review -- THE INSIDIOUS DR. FU-MANCHU

It's taken me some months to get through this book, but that's mostly been because I've been reading too many things simultaneously. The story behind the book is almost as interesting as the book itself. Sax Rohmer (born Arthur Henry Sarsfield Ward) penned a number of short-stories serialized 1912-1913 revolving around the infamous Yellow Peril. Much of the interest in the Yellow Peril was sparked by the Boxer Uprising (1898-1901) and Japan's subsequent expansion campaign, culminating with its defeat of Russia in 1905. Sax Rohmer's writing is very much a product of his time, and is fascinating as a historical artifact describing European fascination with the cultural trappings of East Asia, coupled with Westerner's paradoxical fear and misunderstanding. The British short stories were originally collected in a single volume entitled The Mystery of Dr. Fu-Manchu, but when published in America, the stories were removed from their serialization and converted into chapters of a single novel, called The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu. The reason for this decision by the publishers is curious, and I honestly wish I had known about this before I bought the American version (otherwise I'd have ordered the British version online).

William Maynard over at the (now closed and archived) Cimmerian has written a number of articles analyzing seven of the short stories. The series is called Blogging the Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu.
Part One--"The Zayat Kiss"
Part Two--"The Zayat Kiss," continued
Part Three--"The Clue of the Pigtail"
Part Four--"Redmoat"
Part Five--"The Green Mist"
Part Six--"The Call of Shiva"
Part Seven--"Karamaneh"Part Eight--"Andaman--Second!"

A lot of what Maynard has to say is totally accurate and worth mentioning so I'll probably be referencing him at least once of twice.

The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu (U.S. title) by Sax Rohmer

Inspector Nayland Smith (whom I picture as played by a young Cary Elwes--Westley from A Princess Bride) interrupts Dr. Petrie (whom I picture as played by Jude Law in a similar vein to his Dr. Watson from 2009's Sherlock Holmes), whisking him from his dull, ordinary life on the verge of starting a family practice, and recruits him as an assistant in his pursuit of the mysterious criminal mastermind, Dr. Fu-Manchu.

Nayland Smith's description of the cunning doctor is poignant:

"Imagine a person, tall, lean, and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of the true-cat green. Invest him with all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present, with all the resources, if you will, of a wealthy government – which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. Imagine that awful being, and you have a mental picture of Dr. Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in one man.”
Smith embodies the British "stiff upper-lip" severity--he is singular of purpose, incapable of distraction, and obsessively driven to capture and see convicted the nefarious doctor. Petrie, who narrates the story, is drawn willingly into the case, although all logic would suggest that, in reality, Petrie would have no business running around with a cadre of Scotland Yard detectives and a former British operative late of Burma after his first recruitment as a consultant in the initial case. Petrie never laments his involvement in what is undoubtedly something far above his own head, but almost seems to see it as his duty to his friend, Smith, to be a stalwart and trustworthy companion. He also seems driven by his curiosity and desire to see the criminal mastermind imprisoned, but not with the myopic obsession that engulfs Smith. Petrie's interest in the matter is compounded by his fascination with a beautiful young Arabic woman who is enthralled by Fu-Manchu. Petrie, in typical heroic fashion, seeks to liberate her from the dreaded doctor's clutches.

Maynard, in his first and second commentaries, compares the characters to Doyles' Holmes and Watson, and clearly marks the differences between them. Firstly, Smith, while obsessively driven to capture the doctor, is fully aware that he is no match for the cunning genius that is Fu-Manchu's. Indeed, Smith and Petrie are almost always one or two steps behind the doctor, who always seems to have them outwitted. Luck, quick-thinking, and the support of comrades are the few things that they seem to have on their side, and often only barely allow them to foil a few of the dreaded doctor's schemes.

The second difference is Petrie, who is Watson to Smith's Holmes. They do not start out as bachelors looking for living quarters together (as did Holmes and Watson), but already know of one-another. Indeed, Smith comes to Petrie because his old friend is one of the few people that Smith can trust. Petrie is not much of a hero, but is instead the British version of an "Average Joe" (albeit with a medical degree). He is remarkably undistinguished, and reacts much as we can imagine the average educated Englishman would given the variety of circumstances in which he finds himself. He doesn't once resent Smith for dragging him out of his ordinary life (he was on the verge of starting a family practice) and into a lethal and convoluted mire of intrigue. Instead, he never questions Smith, but signs on without thought or hesitation, and is accepted by everyone, from Scotland Yard to the dreaded doctor himself, as Smith's accomplice and confidant.

Petrie's love-interest is fascinating for it showcases a number of European (and particularly British) attitudes towards the East (both Near and Far). Karamaneh, the Arabic slave-girl, is a complex mystery. Her dusky skin and dark eyes mark her as physically exotic. She is the only woman in the entire series of stories that is ever described in any manner. All of the other women are mentioned only briefly, with the exception of Reverend Eltham's daughter, Greba. Greba is an almost typical young British gentlewoman, reserved, naïve and innocent, but remarkably curious. On the whole, however, when compared to Karamaneh her typicality makes her boring and dull, almost mediocre. Karamaneh is enthralled against her will and begs Petrie to rescue her from the doctor's enslavement--but the rescue she wants is outright kidnapping. Petrie, a civilized Englishman, is loathe to sink to barbarism to rescue this girl, whom is compelled to return to Fu-Manchu's service, even though she constantly seeks to aid Petrie in his fight against the doctor. She is defined by her contradictions. Her remarkable difference from the more passive yet free British females may be a subconscious commentary of Rohmer on the women of his time. Although she is enslaved, she is driven by something internal, and takes as much action as she believes herself capable. Though Rohmer never describes it, Karamaneh is a very erotic character, symbolizing the mysterious sexuality of the Near East, a sexuality that is nine-tenths myth, and grossly misunderstood by the European. Rohmer seems to realize that the West drastically misunderstands the East, and plays off of this.

Petrie's reaction to Karamaneh comes off as typically British. The civilized doctor sees it as his duty to liberate the woman and rescue her from her situation. Ironically, throughout the book, it is Karamaneh who does most of the rescuing (reinforcing her sexuality and the stark disparity between her and her British counterparts). If viewed in a certain light, one can comment that Petrie is a parody of himself--he and Smith are constantly falling into cunning traps devised by Fu-Manchu, and it is only the quick thinking of Karamaneh that manages to save them. Petrie regards her as a double-edged sword of Fu-Manchu's--she is his agent and does his dirty work, but she is treacherous. This treachery seems to be a trait, not just of females in general, but of Eastern femininity as a whole. Again, this must be contrasted with the much more mundane predictability of Englishwomen. They faint on cue (Karamaneh as well, though it usually takes much more stress for her to swoon than the typical Englishwoman), they go into hysterics, and they are generally unreliable in a fight due to their gentility and innate belief in their own weakness. However, they are reliable in the way a domesticated animal is reliable--they do what is expected of them, rarely think for themselves, and aren't worth mentioning a great deal 90% of the time. Karamaneh's treachery is innate to her nature as an Arab and an Easterner, but it also enhances her eroticism even further.

Dr. Fu-Manchu is rarely seen, and mostly felt, throughout the book. He is a master of lores and alchemies that are virtually unknown to Western science. His lethal tools include poisonous insects and fungi, disease, drugs and toxins delivered in a cunning variety of ways. He is served by Karamaneh and a number of dacoits, South Asian murderers and thugs who serve as Fu-Manchu's enforcers, spies, and assassins. Smith and Petrie are always astounded by the mysterious manners in which he steals plans, kidnaps dignitaries, and murders ambassadors. When Smith describes his methods, it is always clear that the East Asians consider them to be supernatural. Although Smith and Petrie together determine the true and mundane nature of Fu-Manchu's techniques, there is no doubt that these methods are exotic, making use of drugs, poisons, and animals not native to the Western world (and often wholly imagined by Rohmer).

Fu-Manchu's drive is simply to restore China to its dominant place as an imperial world power--in effect he wants a Chinese empire to replace the British Empire. It is ironic how the British characters interpret this as a threat to the entire white race and an overall Bad Thing. In one respect, Fu-Manchu can be seen as a patriot and not necessarily an overly evil villain. He is the head of a criminal organization, true, and he engages in murder and intrigue to achieve his ends. However, in comparison to the CIA and the British Empire, Fu-Manchu is actually far more benevolent. He heals those he injures if it does not effect his plans, and if he can achieve his goals without murder, he does so. While he takes pleasure in seeing his plans come to fruition, laughing as British police officers die in traps that he sets, he is perfectly willing to let others live if they resign themselves to no longer interfere with his work.

This is, again, an example of Rohmer creating an Eastern and Asiatic character who is a set of contradictions. Fu-Manchu is a threat to the entire white race, but he is not a barbarian. Indeed, his command of other languages (including English) is masterful. He is constantly praised by Smith and Petrie for having one of the most brilliant medical minds on Earth, and cursed for not using it to advance Western medicine. He avoids killing when unnecessary, but does not hesitate to murder if it to his advantage. The doctor does not act out of his own interest, but is an idealist--his goal is something that goes far beyond himself. He does not hold personal grudges and never grows angry. He is ruthless, but he is not cruel.

These contradictions display a deep confusion and fascination in the early 20th-century Western world regarding East Asia. These countries were some of the most difficult to understand and penetrate throughout the preceding century. At times The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu reads as if the author was in love with Asia, and at times as if he hated it. It is clear that Rohmer had learned a great deal about the East during his research of the stories, but that knowledge was tainted by typical early-20th-century assumptions and misunderstandings of the realities of the Eastern world. While some might be quick to label Rohmer's work as "racist," I'd avoid using that word. Rohmer doesn't hate East Asians, and doesn't judge them as lower than whites. Although he is clear that he believes the races are separate, he is keenly aware (so aware it goes unsaid) that the British Empire was subjugating half of the world at that time, and it also goes unsaid that he considered this a Good Thing (Kipling thought so, too). Thus, when he describes an emerging China as a threat to the entire white race, it is, perhaps, more the threat to Europe's prosperity borne on the backs of neo-colonialism that is threatened.

As a set of stories, Rohmer's writing is, at times, unremarkable. A century after his work was published, his superstitious fears of a Yellow Peril seem quite trite when compared to the realities of the Second World War and Asian industrialization. At the time, the stories were no doubt thrilling, but today we are far more aware of East Asian culture than we were a hundred years ago. Rohmer's strengths, however, are with characterization. Smith's singlemindedness and its contrast with Petrie's divided passions make for a believable and enjoyable camaraderie between the two characters. Fu-Manchu himself is a captivating villain, and his sparse appearances throughout the stories make each one unique and memorable. He is human and believable, and indeed, to an early 21st-century reader, quite sympathetic (although this was likely not Rohmer's intention). Indeed, the stories grow more interesting as the reader progresses through the book and the characters encounter Fu-Manchu more often.

The primary value of this book is in its status as a historical document. While the short stories themselves are pretty good, they're not spectacular, and I found other writers (like Robert E. Howard, who scrawled yarns for numerous magazines during the 1930s, 20 years after Rohmer wrote his original Fu-Manchu stories) to do much better with the mysterious Orient than Rohmer. Nevertheless, Rohmer catapulted the idea of the Yellow Peril into mainstream fiction of the early 20th-century, and had a tremendous impact on numerous other genres, from war stories to spy fiction to action-adventure.

The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu (U.S. title) by Sax Rohmer B

Monday, July 5, 2010

Foucault and Psychiatry--Comments on MADNESS AND CIVILIZATION

Alright, it's been awfully long in coming. I've finished reading this book a long time ago, and I've finally gotten around to hammering out my thoughts and impressions on this piece of postmodern French thought.

But first, a little background on Michel Foucault. Perhaps the most influential thinker of the late 20th century, it is arguable that Foucault is far more well-known than a number of other recent thinkers such as Jürgen Habermas, Francis Fukuyama, Eric Hobsbawm, or Jacques Derrida. (NOTE: A pretty funny video regarding Habermas' and Foucault's philosophies in contention can be found here, complete with wickedly-funny "fuck you, Habermas, fuck you" exclamation by the speaker.) The general thrust of Foucault's philosophy is a criticism of modernity. To Foucault, the modern era (post-Enlightenment to be specific) is rife with inequalities and structures of power and oppression that need to be examined critically. In this, Foucault seems to adhere to a general principle that systems of power and oppression are simply a part of the human condition, something I gleaned from his debate with Noam Chomsky.

Foucault first entered the historiographical and philosophical world with Folie et déraison: Histoire de la folie à l'âge classique (titled in English as Madness and Insanity: History of Madness in the Classical Age) in 1961, which earned him his doctorate. He further cemented his influence with Naissance de la Clinique (English: Birth of the Clinic) in 1963 and Les Mots et les choses (English: The Order of Things) in 1966. But it wasn't really until 1975, with the English translation of the epoch-making Surveiller et Punir (English: Discipline and Punish) that Foucault achieved world-wide recognition as a seriously influential philosopher.

In his Historiography: Ancient, Medieval, and Modern (p. 423), Ernst Breisach describes Foucault's philosophy:

Michel Foucault--less closely tied to linguistic theory--stressed the aspect of hegemony in his view of history as a sequence of periods constituted by different discourses. Dominant discourses created collective identities through the exclusion of other discourses. Historical changes (those in prevailing discourses) were not brought about by thinking and acting subjects but occurred in the manner of geological shifts. Thus, instead of delving into the world of individuals, historians needed to become archaeologists of linguistic structures of power and oppression encrusted in writings and institutions.


Madness and Civilization by Michel Foucault
This volume is an abridged translation of Folie et déraison. Histoire de la folie à l'âge classique, and a full translation has only been recently published by Routledge in '06 and is prohibitively expensive on Amazon. Thus, I satisfied myself with reading the standard abridged version in English, translated by Richard Howard.

Foucault's writing is extremely dense, even in translation, and is extremely influenced by his own specific jargon that he utilizes throughout the book. Though in later books he would come to edit, develop, or outright reject many of the terms and ideas he uses throughout Madness and Civilization, Foucault's discourse is nevertheless, heavily influenced by these very abstract terms that he never clearly defines. Part of this is because they are still apparently in development in this particular work, and would later come to be clarified in later works. One such term, for example, is "archaeology," which Foucault uses as "a metaphor for 'digging deep' into the underlying rules and assumptions of human sciences" (Windschuttle, 136). Another concept that is not totally formed is that of episteme (which later evolves into discourse and "discursive formation"), which is roughly a time period during which a specific paradigm of knowledge is accepted as the reality of the day. Throughout his work, Foucault behaves as if these paradigms actually do reflect the reality of that period, and are not simply the perceptions of the inhabitants of that particular time.

The book begins with a description of the fanciful "Ship of Fools," that plied the rivers of Europe with its cargo of madmen, and the exclusion of lepers from cities and their incarceration in leprosariums. The book then moves into the Renaissance, in which madness was a reflection of humanity's distance from God, and discusses how the mad were often depicted in literature as somehow possessed of wisdom and knowledge because of their insanity. Then, the Enlightenment hits, and man is defined as inherently rational, with the irrational being defined as other. Since madmen are identified with the irrational, they are defined as other and segregated apart from society.

This is the general development of the book. Foucault moves us through a variety of historical epochs, each of which possessed a different paradigm regarding reality. In each paradigm, Foucault examines the relationship of the prevailing consciousness with madness and the mad. For example, in one epoch, the relationship between madness and unreason is integral to the treatment of the mad; in another epoch, madness and unreason are not necessarily identified with one-another. In one period, madness is scandalous and must be hidden from society at large, while in another it is on display. In one period, the asylum is a place of separation, in another a place of healing and rehabilitation, and in yet another a place of discipline. The treatment of madness and the understanding of madness also go through a variety of movements throughout Foucault's book, culminating with the enthronement of the psychatric priesthood as a major force in modern society.
The major thrust of his book seems to be that madness was originally understood as a form of knowledge, and that through exclusion, confinement, and institutionalization, this form of knowledge has been repressed by the authorities that the Enlightenment have created. This theme of "repression of knowledge" by Enlightenment authorities is a major theme in much of Foucault's work.

Criticisms of Foucault's historiography seem to rest on the veracity of his examples for major epistemological movements. For example, Keith Windschuttle (p. 162) describes scholarly attempts to locate an actual Ship of Fools (Foucault depicts it as a wholly real and extant vessel). The timeline of events that Foucault describes is presented by many of his critics as wholly false, such as the absence of any state-led program to incarcerate the insane between 1700-1900 in England (Windschuttle, p. 161). Foucault's supporters, however, point out that Foucault was not only discussing the confinement of the mad, but also orphans, the poor and homeless, and vagabonds. Indeed, Foucault is quite explicit in his equation of the mad with other groups that did not conform to a particular time period's epistemological paradigm. To Foucault, these groups form sources of knowledge that were oppressed and removed from the collective consciousness of an era.
Foucault's work as an achievement of scholarship is to provide a fascinating perspective on the changes in the collective perception of madness throughout the past five centuries. I am loathe to describe these changes as evolutionary, because Foucault seems to view these different periods as completely disconnected from one another. Evolution would imply growth. Foucault describes the transitions through which physicians' understanding of the causes of madness--these transitions at first appear to be evolutionary, i.e. developments in the discourse lead to further developments and gradual change. But this is an illusion. To Foucault, there is no evolutionary relationship between those who understood madness through the imbalance of humors and those who understood it as the texture of different physical fibers in various organs--these periods are completely disconnected and independent of one-another.

And here is where I can't really agree with Foucault. Although I like that he is critical of the Enlightenment, I find the division of time periods into separate epistemes that are completely unrelated to be a complete denial of causality. Perhaps I am far too modern to be post-modern, but I have always, and likely shall always, view historical development as most certainly cause-and-effect related, and therefore each age is dependent upon the previous ages' paradigms and knowledge.

Thus, Foucault's conceptualization of epistemes is inherently politically driven. Each epoch has its dominant form of knowledge and other forms are oppressed. The dominant form of knowledge seems to literally dictate the very shape that reality actually takes for Foucault. Therefore, I have to wonder if Foucault wanted to overthrow the current episteme in order to impose a wholly new form of reality in which the previously oppressed forms of knowledge would become the dominant paradigm. Foucault, as I said, seemed to believe that every episteme possessed its own systems of subjugation and repression, institutions of power and domination, and hierarchies. To Foucault, all hierarchies are predicated upon knowledge. The monopolization of a form of knowledge, especially a dominant one that played a pivotal role in the reality-paradigm, was a key to power, and was the source of various priesthoods such as psychiatrists, doctors, and lawyers--priesthoods that exist today under modern episteme.

In the postmodern episteme that many cultural theorists such as Foucault seem to desire to bring about, the new leftist intellectual serves as a replacement for the hierarchical "right wing" intellectuals of the old, modern, Enlightenment-era paradigm. Therefore, my favorite critique of Foucault's politics is by Keith Windschuttle (p. 142), regarding Foucault's philosophy of challenging the Enlightenment and the modern Western epistemological paradigm:

"There is one area, however, where Foucault demonstrably fails to break with the Western revolutionary tradition. Every grand scheme to transform society that has ever been dreamed up by an intellectual or academic has always given a major role to intellectuals and academics themselves. Foucalt rejects the idea of the 'universal intellectual' who claims to represent or speak on behalf of the oppressed masses in order to institute a new world order. Instead, he substitutes the idea of the 'specific intellectual' who advises the locals to help them with their immediate struggle. However, the essential role for the intellectual is different in nominal terms only. In Marxist theory, the proletarian masses need the universal intellectual to inform them of their historic mission and to help them realise it; in Foucault's version of politics, more specific groups, such as prisoners, identify their own immediate issues but still cannot define their historic significance nor conduct an effective resistance without the intervention of the intellectual. Despite his support for a less centralised politics, Foucault's postmodern intellectual still wants to be the centre of attention, just like all the radical intellectuals who have gone before him."
(Emphasis added by me.) What makes people think that under the new paradigm the oppressed groups will actually find liberation? Perhaps they will be more enfranchised, but in reality, everyone's just traded one priesthood for another, and again, the monopoly of power-knowledge structures continues.

To return specifically to the work under question, however, it is indisputable that Foucault has achieved something important with his work. He's thrown down a very heavy gauntlet and challenged a number of historiographical preconceptions. This is, to me, a positive thing. His scholarship and perspective are incredibly unique, and I very much agree with his tendency to critique the prevailing power-knowledge hierarchies that dominate a time-period. His methods are both fascinating and challenging. I only wish that these techniques would be applied to non-Western societies as well. Confucianism, for example, is screaming to be analyzed just as critically and rigorously, but since it is essentially a non-Western power-knowledge structure and predicated upon a radically different reality-paradigm, it is beyond the interests of the politically motivated post-modern, post-structuralist cultural theorists.

References:
Breisach, Ernst. Historiography: Ancient, Medieval, and Modern. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2007.

Windschuttle, Keith. The Killing of History: How Literary Critics and Social Theorists are Murdering Our Past. San Francisco: Encounter Books, 1996.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

On the Devolution of the STAR WARS Franchise

Popular culture represents the faddish consumption of the masses. The great bulk of society consumes, radically, from the trough of corporate America. As popular entertainment usually goes, most of it is dreck, but occasionally there gleams a diamond in the rough. Sometimes, too, the virtues of popular forms of entertainment are oftimes overlooked (my own fascination with Shakespeare and the pulps of 1930s is an example of having discovered beauty in a form of popular entertainment from bygone eras). Due to the nature of this mass, bovine feeding, popular culture generally passes through society with the speed of fodder through a cow. To beat the analogy to death, one might discuss the possible merits of the refuse of such a consumption as fertilizer for the imagination, I will instead consider that certain things have a tendency to pass through unblemished and untarnished, only to be discovered by the unsuspecting farmer, cleaned off, and treasured, as if said agricola came upon a gold coin on the blade of his manure trowel.

Star Wars is, undoubtedly, one of those treasures. Popular culture swallowed it whole and happily when it was released in 1977. A massive marketing campaign, complete with toys, T-shirts, and lunchboxes was launched to seize the opportunity to turn a tremendous profit from the fad. These events need hardly be recounted, indeed, they should be common knowledge. However, what is interesting is that Star Wars maintained a sort of cult following in the years following The Return of the Jedi. Although there had long been Star Trek fandom, a strange, counter-culture began to develop based not on Kirk's but on Lucas' enterprise.

This fringe group cleaved to the imaginative Star Wars universe. In the absence of films, comic books and novels began to be released. These represent the explorations of fans in the universe that George Lucas had evoked. Some of these forays sought to reveal the origins of the Sith, the early years of the Republic, and to gradually fill out the galaxy far, far away with races, planets, corporations, spacecraft, and people.

Into this milieu, amidst special re-releases of his trilogy, Lucas announced the story of Anakin Skywalker would be told via three prequel films. Excitement built to near-hysterical levels until the day The Phantom Menace was released. Although the general public enjoyed the movies, a large portion of the fans, many of whom had contributed to the universe through their own publications as novelists and comic book artists, had watched the original films in the theaters as children, and had grown up thinking they knew Star Wars, were suddenly thrown into a world they did not recognize. Grumblings of discontent flamed into outright hatred. Fans rarely had a choice to remain ambivalent--the prequels were either travesties upon Lucas' vision and the proverbial axe which "killed the goose that laid golden eggs." The masses consumed the prequel trilogy as readily (if not moreso) than they had devoured the original films, thus the goose can be seen to have continued to lay away, happy and healthy.

But for some, Star Wars was ruined. Lucas had killed it. What had originally begun as a great Wagnerian saga in space had become "kid's stuff." But is this truly accurate? Did The Phantom Menace truly "kill" the Star Wars universe? Besides, what does it mean to actually "kill" an imaginary universe? How can Star Wars be any more dead than Cervantes' Don Quixote or Homer's Iliad? So long as the story and the setting are remembered, it must survive in a way.

The sense of betrayal, however, comes from feeling that Lucas had created something much more substantial, and then debased it. It is as if took a gold doubloon, and instead of keeping it, melted it down and mixed it with enough copper to produce three or four "gold" coins. Or perhaps it is as if Raymond Chandler had decided, after a break, to take up his pen again and instead of writing Philip Marlowe story scrawled a dull and predictable Hardy Boys paperback and expected his fans to enjoy it.

However, is this an accurate assessment of Lucas' creation? Besides, it is, after all, Lucas' own world, his own story? Can he not change it as he sees fit? Fortunately for you, dear reader, I shall abstain from waxing philosophic, and avoid coma-inducing discussions on postmodern literary criticism and the death of the author. I will, however, encourage one to read The Secret History of Star Wars for a frank and unbiased account of Lucas' own eccentricity (which fame and fortune has perhaps brought near to dementia).

The crux of my discussion is that Star Wars has not been "killed" by The Phantom Menace, nor any of the other prequel films. Indeed, the saga survives through its adoring fans and through the continuing production of cartoon episodes and films (despite the occasional insubstantial and disappointing plot and dialogue). However, it has been transformed. Indeed, through his Orwellian attempts to rewrite history (again, see The Secret History of Star Wars), Lucas has even managed to transform the very conception of the original trilogy from the saga of Luke Skywalker into the redemption of Anakin Skywalker. Many feel that, by transforming Star Wars, the original vision of what Star Wars had been is now dead, and indeed, that most certainly is the case. However, I do not pinpoint the death of that original vision to have been The Phantom Menace. A horde of Jar-Jar Binkses could not kill what is already dead, nor could a "whiny teenage Anakin Skywalker," any more than Ewan McGregor, Christopher Lee, or Liam Neeson could resurrect it (though they made commendable efforts).

That original vision was killed by Leigh Brackett when she penned the script for The Empire Strikes Back.

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To understand how Brackett murdered Star Wars, one must examine Lucas' purpose for creating the original film.The original movie was by no means a very original work. In all honesty, it was immensely derivative. That is, by no means, a flaw in the story. The entire film is cliché, but well written cliché (or if you prefer, trope). Those literary tropes were essential to Lucas, enabling him to tell precisely the sort of story he desired.

Let's isolate what Lucas had wanted to achieve with Star Wars:

1. He aimed to show an episode, in media res, of a space pulp serial à la such pulpy serials as Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers. He wanted space ships, dogfights, laser swords, weird aliens, daring rescues, narrow escapes, and everything that would have made an excellent Flash Gordon episode.

2. He wished to tell a good story. Inspired by Joseph Campbell, Lucas utilized a number of tropes that would develop a compelling heroic tale, including a family heritage, a young hero, a black knight, a mystic power, a wise mentor, damsels in distress, etc.

The original Star Wars was a success on all counts. Not only did it committ Lucas into the annals of science-fiction history for all time, enrich him and the motion picture industry, the film accomplished precisely what he had intended. It is an exciting film with elegant pacing, juxtaposing smooth plot and character development with lively science-fiction and fantasy action sequences. Each scene presents the viewer with something to rivet his attention, be it a new robot, a strange lifeform, a vehicle, or some source of danger or tension. Even expository scenes, where plot is introduced and characters developed, strange and interesting aspects of the universe are presented to intrigue the viewer on a visual and visceral level, and pull him into the scene.

The plot itself is divided well, with a prologue (the battle above Tatooine), three acts (Tatooine, the Death Star, and the Battle of Yavin), and an epilogue (the awards ceremony). Throughout these acts, we watch our youthful hero, Luke Skywalker, develop from an innocent, inexperienced farm boy into a great pilot and warrior. A dark knight is introduced, Darth Vader, who is responsible for the death of Luke's father, and subsequently, the death of his mentor. The film is often compared to Kurosawa's The Hidden Fortress, for the two films share many literary tropes.

Star Wars is a fantastic study in cinema craftsmanship. It is a perfect (in the sense of completion) product. All the dross has been swept away and left on the cutting room floor, leaving nothing but a refined, glistening reel. It is not pretentious. It doesn't take itself too seriously, but just seriously enough. It is to the space opera what Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep is to a hardboiled film noir. It is cool and confident in what it is. Star Wars does not present us with moral quandaries or ethical dilemmas. The heroes overcome their challenges through virtue. Courage and friendship are enough to overcome the greed and cynicism of the Empire. Although outgunned and outnumbered, the Rebel Alliance, with Luke's help, have a chance of overthrowing the tyranny of the Empire because of the bravery of the main characters, Luke and Leia, Chewbacca and Han. Good and evil are sharply defined. There is no grey area, no ambiguities. Darth Vader is "a master of evil" and Obi-wan represents selfless sacrifice for a cause. It is the ultimate heroic yarn, only set in space.

The Empire Strikes Back is an entirely different animal. If Star Wars is like The Big Sleep, then The Empire Strikes Back is like L.A. Confidential or Roman Polanski's Chinatown. Whereas the first Star Wars had a purely linear plotline, The Empire Strikes Back divides the action after the Battle of Hoth, sometimes following the exploits of Han and Leia while they flee from the Empire, and other times chronicling Luke's rigorous training. Throughout the story, the characters and their depth become much more challenging to the viewer.

Why does Vader fanatically pursue The Millenium Falcon with the strength of an entire Imperial war fleet? Why is he so obsessed with finding Luke Skywalker? Shouldn't he be busily hunting down the escaped Rebel fleet to finish them once-and-for-all? Why is it more important to capture Han Solo and Princess Leia so he can lure Luke into a trap?

The original film doesn't inspire so many questions. That is because it is far more simple and straightforward. However, its sequel is more dynamic and demands more from its audience than simple passive viewing. It demands an emotional investment.

The training that Luke undergoes is strenuous. Suddenly, we see him doubt himself. The good, honest, hardworking young hero that we saw in the initial film has turned into an impatient, aggressive, reckless avenger. Suddenly, he is no longer the "model hero" that he had been in Star Wars. As Yoda trains Luke, our hero's experience and "failure" in the cave forces not only Luke to question himself, but us to question him as well. Before, we were only worried that a lucky laser blast might kill him. Now, we are worried that Luke might actually be capable of falling because of himself. This is a tremendous shift in both tone and temperment.

The rising tension culminates with the tremendous sense of treachery and the development of moral and ethical ambiguities. Lando Calrissian is forced to betray Han Solo in order to preserve Cloud City, and realizes that it was all in vain. Han and Leia's bourgeoning love is cut short by his encasement in carbonite. And, possibly most importantly and traumatically, Luke learns that Obi-wan, that wise, serene, selfless sacrifice of the first film, had lied to him regarding the fate of his father. All of the formerly clear, distinct lines between right and wrong are now blurred, indistinct. Who is a friend, who is a foe? Why would Obi-wan lie? Once you begin to question, you cannot stop--you can only follow the quandaries down the slippery slope to the inevitable "what if the Rebel Alliance is wrong and the Emperor is right?"

This is not like a Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon episode. There was never any doubt in Flash's mind that Ming is as Merciless as his epithet implies. He is constantly confident in himself and his ability to wage the great fight against his enemy. He is the quintessential hero--more than human, a demigod. In contrast, Luke has just been defeated in battle and has certainly fallen short of full-fledged demigodhood. The schemes of the Emperor and Darth Vader have actually borne fruit, despite all of the valor and moral virtue that Luke and his friends could muster. The entire universe had been overturned--not just the universe that plays setting to the saga, but the very concept that Lucas had established. The tone of the series has radically diverged from that of a straightforward serial.

Leigh Brackett’s script had seized Star Wars and demanded it to change into something higher and more meaningful than a simple “clash of good and evil.” While writing The Empire Strikes Back, she brought forth her considerable talents as a science-fiction author. One of the vehicles of science-fiction is exploring the implications of moral and ethical dilemmas that might be presented by advanced technologies and knowledge. These issues comprise the kernel around which any good science-fiction story can build itself. Thus, it is why Isaac Asimov’s Foundation books were so fantastic, as well as Orson Scott Card’s Ender’s Game. Leigh Brackett may have been so steeped in science-fiction authorship that she was incapable of writing a simple episode in a heroic duel between good and evil. It is entirely possible that she felt the overwhelming need to turn Lucas’ universe on its ear for the express purpose of exploring what those characters would do when faced with treachery and defeat.

In so doing, Brackett’s The Empire Strikes Back emboldened viewers and fans alike with the possibilities of the Star Wars universe. She created a set of expectations for the audience that the original Star Wars could not live up to itself. Overall, The Return of the Jedi is a satisfying conclusion to the trilogy. It resolves Han Solo's debt to Jabba and subsequent capture by Boba Fett early on, and with a good deal of excitement. Luke Skywalker has reached a level of self-assurance and control due to his training and experience fighting Vader. He walks the thin grey line between good and evil.

That singular resolution of character development is proof that The Empire Strikes Back had thrown Star Wars upon its procrustean bed. That unambiguous divide between light and darkness presented in the initial film had been blurred. Luke's brush with the Dark Side and his battle with Vader have taken something from him. He dresses in black. He speaks in grave ultimatums ("Jabba, this is your last chance. Free us or die."). He is torn between his desire to redeem his father and the possibility that he may fall to the Dark Side if he does not kill him. He has become a much darker character, even though his outward appearance projects the calmness and serenity of a bodhissatva.

However, many of the elements of a Flash Gordon serial persist. There are kitschy elements found throughout The Return of the Jedi. They seem somewhat subdued, however. The tension is higher and the mood of the film is much more serious than the original movie. The building tension takes on a sinister vibration as the Rebels prepare for their final, desperate assault on the Emperor. And then, the audience is introduced to the Ewoks.

Their inclusion disrupts the attitude of the films immediately, and are evidence that George Lucas has lost his focus and direction for these films. As previously stated, the original Star Wars sought to marry elements of the 10 cent afternoon adventure serial with heroic myth--a sort of Volsungsaga meets Buck Rogers. But often, heroic myth is far more serious, speculative, and full of tragedy and loss, compared to Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon. Thus, Leigh Brackett's screenplay for The Empire Strikes Back downplayed the pulp serial aspect of the story, and emphasized the darker and more speculative elements of heroic myth--elements that Lucas had never included in his original story. This confusion began to bloom into full-blown schizophrenia when Ewoks first made their appearance.

The Ewoks made Star Wars schizophrenic, but the schizophrenia is merely a result, or perhaps, a symptom, of the disruption The Empire Strikes Back created both within Lucas' conception of Star Wars and the expectations of fans and viewers. When one studies The Secret History of Star Wars, one rapidly discovers that the story Lucas wants to tell changes over time. This explains a number of key plot elements that were redactively edited to make things simpler. One example is the identification of Leia as Luke's twin sister. While the identification of Vader as Father Skywalker was a brilliant fusion of a number of loose plot threads, resolving a number of script problems while producing a powerful moral and emotional reaction within both the audience and the Star Wars setting itself, the incorporation of Leia as Luke's twin might functionally resolve a number of plot holes, but they fail to satisfy the audience. The original conception of another young Jedi trainee on the opposite side of the galaxy, a female who may have to face (and perhaps provide a romantic interest for) Luke before he confronts his father, was much more appealing a concept, but was beyond the abilities of Lucas or his scriptwriters to facilitate effectively.

In other words, Lucas is no longer capable of telling the story he originally wanted to tell. Either he had lost interest in the original themes, tone, and/or mood, or his own creation had grown so far beyond his original design concept that he was incapable of reining it back in. His attempts to do so (with the Leia-Luke resolution) only succeeded in debasing his creation. His attempt to diversify his film's appeal (as per the Ewok inclusion) is more of a reflection of his marketing savvy (by that point, Star Wars had become a juggernaut in the toy industry). While it was not a bad idea from a financial standpoint, from a literary perspective, it weakened the plot's credibility. When a clan of stone-age teddy-bears manage to destroy armored mechanized assault platforms and space-age soldiers with onagers (tortion catapaults), suspension of disbelief is terminated. Until that moment, Star Wars functioned as a believable universe. Tortion catapaults require a minimum of early iron-age construction techniques and mathematics to operate, and once that is realized by the viewer, he is no longer watching a space-opera science-fiction, but instead an episode of Looney Tunes.

This dischord only intensifies throughout The Phantom Menace. Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back had reached their perfected forms. Both movies had achieved their objectives brilliantly, without flaw or error. The utterly pedestrian resolution of the Luke-Leia problem reveals that The Return of the Jedi was not a perfectly whole creation. It could not achieve every possible goal. It did, however, succeed at some. The confrontation of Luke with his father was masterfully handled, as was his father's redemption. The destruction of the second Death Star and the defeat of the Imperial Fleet was an intensely thrilling and visually spectacular battle sequence. Luke's choice of the third path, that thin grey line between the light and dark halves of the Force, satisfies the deeper, inner battles of the heroic journey that Leigh Brackett had invoked in the previous film. Despite it's flaws, The Return of the Jedi succeeds far more often than not.

The Phantom Menace, however, is a wholly confused experience. The elements of the pulp serial are so subdued as to be virtually nonexistent (with the exception of the opening escape of the two Jedi from the spaceship). However, the emphasis on the heroic journey has now been transferred to young Anakin Skywalker. But the heroism has been reduced at the expense of the mythical (cf. his "virgin birth"). Despite claims to the contrary by modern theorists, the concept of the virgin birth is virtually absent in most of mythological and religious beliefs (with the exception of Christianity). Rather, the father is almost always a god who seduced the mother, a maiden. The inclusion of the Gungans is a far cruder, and indeed more absurd, version of the Ewok angle, and assumes that the audience is comprised not of just children, but stupid children.

Throughout the film, we are pushed and pulled through a variety of tones, moods, and atmospheres that do not set well together. At times the film is serious and political, other times it is vapidly whimsical and absurd. As a child, young Anakin Skywalker courageously races a pod and destroys an enemy starship, but, paradoxically, the Jedi Council finds him full of fear and is hesitant to train him. Lucas' screenplay has aimed at far too many targets to be able to satisfy them effectively. Thus, The Phantom Menace gives off an impression of obtuseness, especially when compared to the acuity of Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back. The Attack of the Clones and The Revenge of the Sith showed improvements, with each crawling closer to a balance between Lucas' original vision and Brackett's adaptation of it. Yet they were unable to achieve the same tightness of plot and flawlessness of storytelling. Star Wars had become far too self-aware, and felt obligated to provide more than it was capable. Lucas, also, has shown an inability to handle fame and fortune well, and has descended from being a mildly eccentric introvert to an erratic delusional who has fanatically taken it upon himself to rewrite past history and suppress all information regarding his franchise that does not comply with his "official party doctrine." Lucas' own introversion and eccentricity undoubtedly have a role to play in the degradation of Star Wars, but they, too, are but a facet of the problem.

But these are points that have been made many, many times by folks far more verbose than I. What is important to note here, however, is the fact that The Phantom Menace is not the cause of Star Wars' disruption and devolution. Indeed, most dissatisfied fans have a tendency to blame the symptoms and never consider the source of the illness. Lucas himself is only part of the problem. In truth, he never killed Star Wars. The reality is, with Leigh Brackett's screenplay, Star Wars left George Lucas. And, despite his strongest efforts to recapture it, Lucas has repeatedly fallen short of the simple perfection that he had achieved in 1977. Star Wars had grown and "taken its first step into a larger world." Brackett had injected plot elements and an epic feeling of tragedy and triumph that Lucas was not capable of controlling. The Empire Strikes Back is the pivot-point of the saga, the fulcrum around which Lucas' career, franchise, and universe turned.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Book Reviews -- HYPERION CANTOS novels by Dan Simmons, Part Two

In my last post, I reviewed the first two novels of Dan Simmons' epic science-fiction epic, Hyperion and The Fall of Hyperion. The overall impression I have of those two novels is extremely positive. My expectations were incredibly high for the following books, which I read immediately following the end of The Fall of Hyperion. I shall now continue with my overview of the Hyperion Cantos, which closes with Endymion and The Rise of Endymion.

Endymion
Just as Hyperion and The Fall of Hyperion were named after unfinished poems by John Keats, 1996's Endymion was named for the final novel of Benjamin Disraeli. The original work was a very political romance set in early 19th century England and dominated by the Whig hero, Endymion Ferrars.

Simmons' novel opens 274 years after the end of The Fall of Hyperion, in which protagonist, Raul Endymion, is given a second chance at life in exchange for protecting the child-messiah, Aenea, from the Pax, a galactic empire that is effectively ruled by the Catholic Church.

The book opens with an excellent line: "You're reading this for the wrong reason." Endymion narrates the tale from a Schrodinger's Cat box in orbit, awaiting his death sentence, alive and dead at the same time. Life and death are integral to the plot of Endymion. Since the destruction of the farcasters at the end of The Fall of Hyperion, one of the only ways to effectively travel through space is by accelerating at such speeds the human body is effectively liquefied. The Church overcomes this by offering the Sacraments of the Cruciform and the Resurrection--the Catholics in this book have somehow managed to unlock the secrets to eternal life. But there is a price, heavily tied to the Cruciform that Father Lenar Hoyt spoke of in his story during the first two novels.

Approximately halfway through the novel, Simmons turns the story into a riverboat voyage, invoking tales such as Huckleberry Finn and The Heart of Darkness, once-again showing that his literary savvy didn't expire with The Fall of Hyperion. Unfortunately, that savvy doesn't show through as powerfully as it had in the first two novels. The story structure is unique, however, which showcases Simmons' talents as a novelist.

The main character of the novel, however, is not truly Endymion, but Aenea. A twelve-year-old girl who exits the Time Tombs, she is pursued by Father Captain de Soya and a cadre of Swiss Guards because she poses a threat to the Church (and by extension, the Pax) that even she does not quite yet understand. Her name is heavily symbolic--Aenea is the feminine of Aeneas, a legendary founder-hero to the Romans, an escapee from the fall of Troy and subject of Virgil's attempt at a national epic for the Romans, the Aeneid. Considering her role as a messiah-figure, her name is extremely important. Simmons is trying to tell us something. As a result, a great many of the themes present in Virgil's epic are also present in Endymion, such as the conflict of opposites (passion vs. reason, male vs. female, freedom vs. slavery, nature vs. the synthetic, Endymion vs. Aenea) and the idea of a voyage over water being somehow guided by higher powers.

Simmons' talent for creating worlds is one of the main attractions yet again. The raft along the river leads the characters through farcasters to a number of different worlds, their ultimate destination a mystery, and always one step ahead of Father Captain de Soya. When a new race of super-soldiers and the Shrike become involved, Simmons is artfully increasing the tension and building toward a surprising and exciting climax, but with a dangling resolution designed to heighten anticipation for the fourth and final volume.

However, some cracks are beginning to appear in the surface of Simmons' otherwise excellent storytelling, mostly in the form of Aenea and her relationship to Endymion. Aenea herself is extremely mysterious and has a habit of speaking in ciphers in lieu of giving straight answers. This is partially because she is twelve and is quite uncertain of her ultimate destiny (as she, herself admits). However, it feels like a very clichéd and overused technique, and Simmons begins a long, drawn-out project of beating this trope to death and beyond. In addition, the author states quite blatantly that Raul Endymion and Aenea will become lovers someday (intensifying the clichés by putting them in conflict with one-another through much of the novel). While this, alone, isn't so bad, Simmons' need to constantly foreshadow events through openly admitting what will happen later in the series becomes increasingly tedious.

Despite its flaws, Endymion is still an exceptional science-fiction novel. Simmons has spent the first two books establishing a dynamic setting and telling an excellent story. While that story very much stands on its own, it forms an integral foundation upon which the author builds the final parts of his epic tale. It also served to create a great many assumptions for the reader. It would be these assumptions that Simmons' final volume would seek to overturn, quite drastically and violently in some places.

The Rise of Endymion
The novel opens with the Resurrection of Father Lenar Hoyt, and his accession to the Papacy as Pope Urban XVI. He takes the name symbolically, and declares a Crusade against the Ousters. Through much of the novel, Simmons describes interplanetary combat with incredible depth and realism. He brings a heavy knowledge of astrophysics to bear, and works in the tremendous distances involved in space-travel and interstellar conflict. The result is absolutely fascinating and imaginative. The reader cannot help but imagine the enormous distances of space being bridged by lasers or missiles cruising near the speed of light on curved trajectories through star systems only to impact with their targets after soaring for hours through the coldness of space.

Unfortunately, the rest of the story is often not as engrossing as these parts. Where the previous novels were imaginative, literary, and compelling, The Rise of Endymion is simply didactic. And that really destroys the symmetry of science and storytelling that Simmons had managed to fuse so wonderfully in the first three volumes. The cracks that had begun to appear in Endymion had become hideous gaps by the time The Rise of Endymion was released in 1997.

As a result, the reader will experience a work that will engross and absorb at times, and at others irritate and frustrate. The scenes of space-warfare are handled beautifully, and for the most part, Simmons' ability to take the reader on odysseys through fascinating and vibrantly-designed worlds is still top-notch. The fatal flaw in the book, however, is Aenea.

Aenea has become the most annoying character in the series. She denies being a messiah, but she speaks in koans. She can glimpse the future, but refuses to tell anyone anything about it. She doesn't say anything about why. She is ultimately secretive and holds back a lot of what she knows. There are parts of the book where characters ask her questions where her answers could save them, make their lives easier, etc., and she point-blank refuses to reveal anything, or begs to put off answering until "the right time." All this clichéd and cryptic messianic behavior is just far too ridiculous for me. Frank Herbert was far superior at handling characters who could see the future. Dan Simmons' "the One Who Teaches" is sadly reduced to a mystic know-it-all.

A fine example of Aenea's pointlessly cryptic behavior is the kayak she gives to Raul Endymion. She cannot accompany Endymion on his voyage because she has a mission of her own to fulfill. She refuses to tell him what he will encounter, but she does put a big red panic button on the kayak, with strict instructions not to push it.

Endymion's response makes perfect sense, "Why give me a button you don't want me to push?"

Her reply: "Well, don't push it until you absolutely must."

Him: "When do I know?"

Her: "You'll just know."

This is pathetic. She is stereotypically cryptic and mysterious for no good reason. She could have easily informed Raul of what was ahead without ruining the story or spoiling any surprises. After Simmons has spent much of Endymion telling us (through Aenea) that her and Raul are destined to become lovers, it is extremely annoying to have her suddenly seize up and withhold vital information that could save Raul's life. Instead, Simmons chooses a much more trite, overused, and incongruous technique that doesn't really enhance the story at all.

The second half of the novel is where the didactic dial is turned up to 11. The Rise of Endymion basically reads like a pro-Zen Buddhism/anti-Catholic Church polemic. For the first time in the series, I found myself getting bored and wanting to skip pages. The description of Tien Shan, the mountainous planet full of Zen monasteries, is extremely tedious. Many of the obstacles the characters encounter from the environment seem to have been designed simply to give them a hard time--they effectively serve no literary purpose. Usually Simmons' description of planets, environments, and lifestyles of the inhabitants are absorbing. However, much of the characters' sojourn on Tien Shan is incredibly dull and uninteresting. For all the featurelessness that it presented, the gas giant that Raul glided over was far more readable than the laborious chapters on how he navigated the peaks of Tien Shan, or the countless references to East Asian Buddhism, and the consistent portrayal of Buddhists as infinitely enlightened and morally/mentally superior to Christians.

And this is why The Rise of Endymion is the weak link in an otherwise incredibly strong chain. The Hyperion Cantos began as an exploration of literary themes in space--a space opera that refused to be a space opera. Approximately halfway through The Rise of Endymion, however, Dan Simmons transforms this epic into an agenda-driven polemic. Instead of exploring his political philosophy through setting and characters, Simmons opts to mount a soapbox and, using Aenea as his mouthpiece, subjects the reader to his sophistry.

The overall message that I get from The Rise of Endymion is that Simmons' exploration of themes and ideas has been abandoned in favor of the following axiomatic statements: Religion (i.e. Catholicism) is bad. Zen Buddhism and enlightenment are good. The Universe is made of love. Trees and flowers are good. Love is what matters. Computers and AI are parasites, not symbiots. Nanotechnology is good, because it allows humans to adapt to hostile environments (see transhumanism)--the reverse, terraforming, is bad because it adapts (or destroys) environments to suit our needs. Dan Simmons seems to believe that terraforming Mars, Venus, or the Moon would be an environmental faux pas. Instead, we should nanotech and genetically engineer ourselves to survive in a vacuum.

The net result is an extremely myopic and contradictory mess. Nanomachines are good, but computers are bad? Planck space and Planck time, instead of being measurements, are now a quasi-mystical other dimension where Love resides? And of course, by creating FTL drives and instantaneous communication through this alternate medium, we are "raping an environment we don't understand."

The most disappointing factor in these stories, however, is Raul Endymion's ultimate fate. In brief, he's been taken advantage of and screwed over, but is happy about it. He's been deceived (never directly lied to, but misled through omission or deliberate ambiguities) by his "beloved" Aenea so many times that the ending of the novel left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. The final deception just capped it all.

Too much was revealed at the "big ending" all at once, and it seriously numbs the reader. The catharsis and exultation from a mystery solved loses its potency if these solutions are presented rapid-fire throughout fifty pages or so. The reader is no longer shocked, amazed, or intrigued. Indeed, some of the mysteries are resolved quite lamely, such as the identity of the "Observer." The reader may not have seen it coming, but that was because he/she may have briefly considered it, but then discarded it because it felt like a weak cop-out.

It feels as if Simmons spent three superb books creating a vibrant setting, integrating it with science and technology, and investing it with a plethora of mysteries and puzzles that he felt compelled to resolve. The problem is, the mysteries were far more intriguing as mysteries, and the solutions honestly dispelled some of the magic of his universe. He painted himself into a sort of corner, and ended up having to write his way out.

Hence, the questions are all answered, and everything is neat and tidy at the end... but it is too neat, too tidy. Humanity is too perfect at the end. Everyone is going to just get along now, and be happy, now that they've all been enlightened and theirs is a shiny happy future. It feels false, forced. Without struggle or pain or opposition, without the knowledge that Mankind is flawed and imperfect, I feel as if it is a universe the likes of which Francis Fukuyama wrote about--the end of history. I find the resolution of the entire thing to be... well... trite isn't the right word, because the ending absolutely is not trite. It is grand, possibly magnificent. But not satisfying. Perhaps it is the optimism of the ending? The knowledge that everybody just wants to get along?

To me, they are no longer human, and nothing is more interesting to read or write about than humans.

I must compare this to Frank Herbert's vision of the future--at least the humans of his universe were human, albeit advanced. They were humans with magnified intelligence. Here, in Simmons' work, we are given the hippy's dream of peace, love and intergalactic understanding.

The ability to write a number of books in a series, each utilizing disparate narrative techniques and story structures, demonstrates Simmons' skill as a writer. His world-building is superb, complemented by the manner in which he constantly layers on detail without resorting to massive info-dumps onto the reader. The science is woven into the story so intricately that it is a part of the characters' lives, making it feel real and viable. The characters are dynamic, complex, memorable, sympathetic, and endearing. Their experiences are, at times, tragic. The emotional impact of the novels, especially the first two, is enhanced by Simmons' literary awareness and passion for Romantic poetry. However, Simmons surrenders that in The Rise of Endymion in order to barrage the reader with his message. If the reader agrees with the message, perhaps they will enjoy the final novel much more than I did. However, for me, the magic and power of The Hyperion Cantos were not in any overall message, but Simmons' exploration of themes, ideas, and world-building.

Endymion
Style B+
Substance B+
Overall B+

The Rise of Endymion
Style B
Substance C
Overall C+

The Hyperion Cantos
Overall B+

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Book Reviews -- HYPERION CANTOS novels by Dan Simmons, Part One

In 1989, a 482-page novel was released on shelves in the science-fiction section of bookstores. On the surface, the book was the story of seven people who are chosen to make a pilgrimage across the surface of the eponymous planet, Hyperion, to confront a mysteriously murderous creature known as the Shrike, a being made up entirely of razor-sharp blades and edges. Only one of them is to live their encounter, the rest are doomed to die, but they do not know which one will be allowed to survive and have their wishes and dreams fulfilled.

So opens Dan Simmons' Hyperion, a science-fiction novel that is an imaginative fusion of Simmons' own deep influences of English poetry and literature and hard-science-fiction. Seven pilgrims journey to almost certain death against a backdrop of an unwinnable interstellar battle for Hyperion itself.

Hyperion
The first novel of the series, Dan Simmons' work is deeply poetic and highly creative. The narrative structure is deliberately modeled on Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, using the journey to meet the Shrike as the frame story around which all of the other characters take turns recounting their tales.

The characters themselves are unique, vigorously fleshed-out. Simmons' world-building is superb. The planet Hyperion is vibrant and alive, full of incredible, imaginative fauna and flora (one of my favorites being the Tesla trees), and mystery. Simmons' book embraces hard-science and turns it into a vehicle to enhance setting. His handling of interstellar travel (the limitations of light-speed travel, space-folding with Farcasters), the artificial-intelligences of the TechnoCore, and the advanced weaponry and fighting techniques of FORCE all enhance the feel of the setting and reflect a mind steeped in bleeding-edge scientific theory. Simmons' work is no science-fantasy--he integrates these technological marvels into the setting, making them a part of the characters' everyday life, and describes their impact powerfully, sometimes heartbreakingly (see "The Consul's Tale," for example).

Each tale has an extremely different mood and atmosphere, giving the entire book a beautiful patchwork-quilt sort of feel. The stories vary from tests of faith, to star-crossed love (quite literally), to hardboiled techno-noir cyberpunk. Simmons fuses his ability to create a scientifically-advanced and believable universe and world-building skills with a deep appreciation for literature and poetry. The works of John Keats in particular play a very central role in the emotional development of the characters and the advancement of the plot. The title itself is taken from Keats' unfinished epic poem, Hyperion, and may also refer to the sadly romantic Longfellow novel of the same name. References and hommages to the works of Jack Vance, T.S. Eliot, Raymond Chandler, William Gibson, and William Shakespeare abound throughout the book. Simmons invests the novel and the characters with a great deal of emotional significance. The reader cannot help but be moved by their plights. There is a great deal of sadness in each character's story.

The novel ends as a cliffhanger, leaving the reader in anticipation of a resolution. The ending is superb. There are a million possibilities open to the author, and the reader cannot help but be inspired by the exquisitely fertile imagination that is, by the end of Hyperion, full of surprises.

Fall of Hyperion
Titled after Keats' second attempt at an epic poem about the hapless Titan, Simmons' sequel was released in 1990 and completely abandoned the Chauceresque story pattern in favor of a more traditional, linear plot development. Simmons sets about resolving the fates of the pilgrims and their disparate storylines as they confront the Shrike and witness the opening of the Time Tombs. Meanwhile, the galaxy is ripping itself apart as the true agendas of the inscrutable artificial intelligences of the TechnoCore are revealed and the Hegemony begins to collapse through interstellar warfare.

Simmons continues to develop many of the themes that he had visited in Hyperion, such as artificial intelligence and its relation to humans, the power of poetry and myth, interplanetary warfare, and religion, faith, love, and loss. Simmons uses this novel to further introduce and develop ideas in interstellar economics and integration, and their positive and negative side-effects (such as over-specialization). Although the narrative structure is much more simple, following first-person narration instead of jumping from frame-story to flashback/reminiscence, Simmons still manages to give this novel a feel that is very much like the first book. The fates of the protagonists are held back until the final third of the novel, after the narrator is removed. This makes the book a bit clunky to read, because it is quite a shock to the system. In a sense, The Fall of Hyperion feels as if it is actually two separate stories--the first part in which the author develops events outside of the pilgrims on Hyperion, and the second part in which Simmons wraps everything up in a final, slamming conclusion.

The result is an incredibly neat package. Together, Hyperion and The Fall of Hyperion are two of the best science-fiction novels I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Simmons' plot structure, characters, and world-building/setting development are excellent. By invoking poets, philosophers, literary works, and tying in emotional themes such as love, loss, faith, and attachment, Simmons doesn't write a coldly business-like science-fiction, but a deeply moving work of art. His depth of setting is layered and complex, and Simmons believably integrates scientific advancement with story to make the backdrop feel real and alive. These two novels have done a great deal to pull science-fiction forward into the arena of mainstream literature.

For all of the questions that Simmons has answered, there are a number of threads that he left dangling at the end of The Fall of Hyperion. But considering that he was preparing two more sequels to continue the story, that does not handicap the ending. Any holes that have been left open have the promise of being filled in future installments.

If only one could say that those later volumes would be as sublimely satisfying as these first two.

Hyperion by Dan Simmons
Style A-
Substance A
Overall A

The Fall of Hyperion by Dan Simmons
Style B+
Substance A
Overall A-