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Why theory?

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

This isn’t a complex post, just a thought I had. I was talking to a friend during our post-comic-shop sandwich run (Jimmy John’s!). He’s in his first theory course. Theory came up. Canons came up. You know my opinion about those. I said something close to this:

The point of theory is to replace canons. Because good scholars aren’t elitists, and that means we can’t assume everyone’s going to read the same three hundred novels — this being the defense he had for canons, that it gave us common ground. But we can assure everyone knows the basics of the most enduring theories. Not that everyone will have read Derrida, Freud, Fanon, and Frye — no no, that’s just a new canon. But that everyone knows the basics of why and how certain things are deconstructive, psychosexual, racial, mythic, so on. We can propagate those ideas, through theory. Then we can talk about anything. EVERYTHING. We need common ground to talk about what we love, but unless we all sit down and watch all twenty-three (?) seasons of Doctor Who or play every VN, our experiences will differ just a little too much. But if we all know the concept of rebirth and that it can work in different contexts, or the widespread functionality of moe-tropes in character development… aah, concord. That’s theory.

P.S. I’ll take this opportunity to mention something else: stop talking like someone you disagree with just made up their argument. This is especially rampant with fans delving into the work of aca-fans and then bitching. That person didn’t just make some shit up, they either see the text that way or think it might be a good thought experiment to look at it that way. I’m looking at you, people who keep complaining about the Akira + man’s anus thing. Sure it sounds crazy — it is pretty crazy — but someone thought that, or they wouldn’t have written it. They didn’t just make it up to be so obscure no one else could follow them. Why would they have bothered writing at all? They could have done a nice safe article about Pride and Prejudice and moved on with their lives. Or a piece about the Klingon-language production of Hamlet. No, I’m not joking, that’s in my latest issue of Studies in Popular Culture.

Ancient GAR

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

I thought you might like to know that I discovered the ancient ancestor of today’s GAR, and in the unlikeliest of places.

Moby-Dick. Yes, the whale book. Ever hear of Queequeg? Well, let me tell you about Queequeg.

  • He’s a prince in his native land.
  • He’s tattooed all over.
  • He throws harpoons at giant whales with amazing accuracy.
  • He smokes a pipe that’s also a functional tomahawk.
  • He cuddles up to Ishmael, his first real friend in the western world, and
  • Shares his bed and money with Ishmael, promptly “marrying” him because he’s so awesome
  • He uses his harpoon to get food from the other end of the table
  • He got into whaling by paddling his canoe out into the ocean, catching a whaler, sinking his canoe and throwing himself on board
  • He worships an idol he carved himself, and balanced it on his head for a day as part of a fast
  • He picked up a sailor who insulted him and threw him so he somersaulted,
  • and then saved the same sailor when he got knocked overboard in rough weather, diving to save the sailor as he drowned

Ladies and gentlemen, GAR.

So obviously I’m reading Moby-Dick. I thought I’d post something amusing. Seriously, though, all that was in the first 50 pages.

Faces in the Clouds

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

So apparently Pontifus is my muse — and if you’ve ever read the Sandman story “Calliope,” you know that might not be the best thing for him to be.  Either way, his latest post has gotten me thinking.  Though this post won’t be as much of a direct response as my last one, I thought I should just mention where I started out when I got to thinking here.  The incredibly tall, mostly empty coffee cup I’m looking at might have had something to do with it as well.

Anyway.  What is a text, anyway?

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When everything’s made up…

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

…there’s nothing that’s not made up

OK, let me take a deep breath here.

Martin posted about K-On recently, and revealed a few interesting art-oriented cultural biases that are by no means peculiar; at least, he revealed them in the lens of Pontifus’s take on his post; that was enough, and I meant to post in response, but then OGT posted as well, adding a delicious layer I’m going to take advantage of here.  Because I’m going to claim that not only is originality not required in art of any kind, it can be detrimental; art relies on a field of “tools” that are antithetical to “originality.”

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On the separation of “art” and “-ist”

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

Or Why an Author’s Day Job Matters.

While reading the latest in my summer’s course of Gothic methodology, The Rise of the Gothic Novel (Maggie Kilgour, 1995), I found an interesting line about the life of Ann Radcliffe.  Here it is:

. . .the mystery of her own [Radcliffe's] life stimulated the public’s imagination to construct a suitable fiction around it, and it was rumoured that she had been driven mad by her own stories.  While the artist demanded a total separation of her art and life, her audience, educated by reading gothic novels, insisted that the two were the same. (113)

This tendency in readers explains something that has puzzled me for a while now:  the insistence of SF readers that SF writers have science backgrounds or enough research on the given topic to replace it.

This was not always the case.  Hugo Gernsback, in the 1920s, insisted that the stories he published were scientifically accurate, but they weren’t.  John W. Campbell insisted the science be pretty accurate and that the focus should be on a realistic portrayal of how that science affected people, but the portrayals weren’t that realistic.  Honestly, it’s not until the 60s that the kind of psychological realism Campbell was insisting on finally made it into the genre in general.  Delany’s Dhalgren takes the ruined city, a microcosm of the post-apocalypse world, and explores, in detail, what would happen to the people who remained.  Since none of the people are scientists, the reader never learns what actually caused the ruining of the city or the apparent addition of a new moon (dubbed “George” by those few who saw it in person) or the enormous, too-close sun that rises over the city one day.

But before that we got people like Asimov and Clarke, who rarely, if ever, engaged in what we could call “realism.”  But even today, when fan-standards for writing have risen (somewhat), Clarke and Asmiov remain ascendent.  B-whuh?

Kilgour’s summation of Ann Radcliffe’s public life holds the answer.  Readers want to attach the writer and the text, and one of the ways that’s done is to demand reassurance that the writer does the stuff inside the text.  It’s not only possible, but traditional, that a well-written SF story that gets some science wrong will be thrown to the wayside, while a poorly-written piece of tech-porn by a scientist who’s decided s/he can write will be accepted, if not always eagerly.  Asimov and Clarke were both (nominally) scientists.  Clarke probably had a good, lifelong claim to that, but Asimov became more of a literature critic than a scientist in later life.  And track down the “science” of the Asimov robots.  Yes, the three laws of robotics are a cool idea, but they’re not science, they’re extrapolations from ideals of just behavior.  The obelisk (from 2001 and its originating short story, “The Sentinel,”) are cool ideas of sociological change (that is, something caused humans to evolve), but there’s no science to it in the movie or the short story — maybe Clarke added it to the novels, I haven’t managed to find a copy of the first one, yet (I have the second one, mind you).  The short story reads like a ham-fisted Gernsback SF imitation of Lovecraft more than anything else.

But any literary ideas (and these are all literary ideas, keep in mind, making them different in kind from scientific ideas) advanced by a writer who is known to have a scientific background will answer the urge in the reader to identify the author and the text, thus making the ideas advanced by the scientist as scientific as the people are.  It’s effectively the fallacy of authorial intent, but hinging on the reputation of the author rather than the actions.

And keep in mind, this is not a repudiation of the desire to see the literature of science.  Delany remarked (in an interview, I think), that he never wrote anything he felt went against the contemporary views of science regarding the way the world works.  Further, he toyed with scientific ideas just as much as anyone:  Babel-17 is an exploration of linguistics (and amazing, by the way, though it succumbs a little too much to the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis).

If we’re going to discuss the idea (rather than the story, which necessarily includes the idea, but not necessarily vice-versa), do that.  It’s basically fine.  I usually begin a recommendation of a SF or fantasy book by describing the idea.  But we don’t really have to bring the authors into it; they don’t matter to the reading of the text.

I can turn this against a writer you all know I love, too — Tolkien.  Part of the reason The Lord of the Rings is so well-loved is Tolkien’s reputation as a medievalist.  Fans who don’t pay attention to anyone else’s academic record call him “Professor Tolkien.”  They are identifying Tolkien’s professional study of medieval literature and the text they love, LotR.  Did one influence the other?  Yes.  But so did Tolkien’s status as a husband, a father, and a symbolic Christian (that is, he once told Lewis that all religions pretty much get to the same point, and the symbolism of Catholicism was particularly agreeable to him — I don’t know if that has a real term, I just made up “symbolic Christian”).  And while readings of the text pull all those sources in, the fan view of the book doesn’t.  He’s never “Christopher’s father,” is he?

canon-ading

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

Or Exploding Canons

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If you don’t get the pun, really, there’s not a lot of hope for you.

At any rate, I’ve been considering the question of canons.  Of course I have, I’m a member of a literary group considered to be “fringe” according to the establishment (or possibly, the Establishment, i.e. The Man).  What else would I be doing with my time?

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An Addendum to “Morals and Genre”

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

Original post here.

If I do this every time I see something outstanding in a book, I might be writing “addendums” forever, but I thought those of you who appreciated the original post, on the reasonings behind privileging certain forms of fiction, might like this, from Brian W. Aldiss’s Billion-Year Spree:

[H. G. Wells] speaks of ‘the supreme importance of individualities, in other words of ‘character’ in the fiction of the nineteenth century and early twentieth century.  Throughout that pierod character-interest did its best to take the place of adustment-interest in fiction . . .  It was a consequence of the prevalent sense of social stability . . .  Throughout the broad smooth flow of Nineteenth-century life in Great Britain, the art of fiction floated on this same assumption of social fixity.  The Novel in English was produced in an atmosphere of security for the entertainment of secure people who liked to feel established and safe for good.  Its standards were established within that apparently permanent frame and the criticism of it began to be irritated and perplexed when, through a new instability, the splintering fram began to get in the picture.”  (127-8)

A note on mystery and detective fiction

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

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The general rule of thumb is that the “reader” of a mystery should be able to figure out the culprit before it is revealed.  Mysteries are considered puzzles for the reader as well as the characters.

This actually puts them at odds with detective fiction, where the point is to watch a genius of some sort figure out things we couldn’t possibly.  Think Sherlock Holmes, or his illustrious antecedent, Auguste Dupin.  There are all sorts of examples, but the most profuse is the mystery.  Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, so on.  The television mystery/detective drama adds a wrinkle, as it’s impossible to give the reader the clues without making it obvious.  Thus the police procedural, such as Dragnet, CSI, Law & Order, even, to some extent, Bones (which I love, by the way).  It’s a mix of the mystery and the detective, emphasizing the procedure rather than the intuitive leap.

These can get tiring, at least for me.  However, there is a delight that is almost unfaltering for watching the genius at work.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read every single Sherlock Holmes story (though I usually skip the middle section of A Study in Scarlet — I pointedly re-read the entire novel last year in Leslie Klinger’s delicious annotated edition).  Thus comes our Monk and our Psych.

This is all due to a late-night episode of The Mentalist, which, when it is on-stride, is excellent, but can fall flat sometimes.  Eventually these people would accept that Jane (the main character) can, indeed, do what he does.

I only know of two Japanese forms of all this:  Detective Conan and Daughter of Twenty Faces (which, of course, calls to mind the writings of Edogawa Ranpo).  Does more than this make it to Japanese television?  The mystery, in all its guises, is and almost always has been a mainstay on American TV.  Any other anime examples I should know about?

Morals and Genre

Saturday, June 20th, 2009

My mom’s watching what looks to be a terrible horror movie, and it got me thinking about genres — it doesn’t take much, as you’re probably already aware.  While usually I don’t formally deal with the glass ceiling in the writing world, trying to keep “genre” fiction out of the highest echelons of literary acclaim, that’s basically what this post is about.  Hrm.

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On re-watching TTGL11

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

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Really it was just the good bit, but I did indeed just re-watch the climactic scenes of Tengen Toppa Gurren-Lagann 11 a few minutes ago.  I’ve covered my history with the show as a pep-up pill before, and with a growing earache and the glumness with comes with thekittymeister being gone after staying over a week, I needed the shot of awesome.  It’s appropriate, as Pontifus is studying the show right now:  here and here.  He’s becoming the source (at least, in tandem with otouto-kun) for sibling themes in the show.  Predictably, my interest lies elsewhere.  I’ve tackled the myth-elements of TTGL before, but this time I was thinking about the show as SF.  

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