Monday, September 9, 2019

Month in Review: August

The weather was considerably more temperate this month than last. There were only a few 80+ days, most were in the low to mid 70s and there were even a few cool days. It was a welcome reprieve. It's no surprise I was able to read significantly more than last month. Here's the list:

Walter Tevis, Mockingbird
Rick Perlstein, Before the Storm: Barry Goldwater and the Unmaking of the American Consensus 
Emile Zola, Money
John Steinbeck, In Dubious Battle
Jefferson R. Cowie, Stayin’ Alive
Kerascoet, Beauty
Kerascoet, Little Miss Don’t Touch Me vol. 1
Mandeville, Fable of the Bees

Still Reading: 
Paul Cartledge, Democracy: A Life
Kent Flannery and Joyce Marcus, The Creation of Inequality: How Our Prehistoric Ancestors Set the Stage for Monarchy, Slavery, and Empire


Progress on my comic book is still chugging along. I’ve now sketched out chapters 1-5 (of 12) and have story outlines for chapters 6-9. I basically know what I want to do with the remaining 3 chapters although I plan to hold off sketching them out until I’ve brought chapters 1-9 to a more finished form. I’ve found that I work best on my days off and that if I’m well rested and have 4-6 hours of free time I can sketch out an entire chapter. That is basically a chapter a week. So, for next month I hope to finish the next 3 chapters. After having sketched them out I will need to work on dialogue and some significant edits and revisions. I’m still debating whether to color them and how. I may try to color them digitally (which I will have to teach myself how to do).  

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Dreaming and Reality in The Leftovers

These are rough notes towards what I may later work into a longer essay.

I am in the middle of the final episode of The Leftovers TV series and was struck with an observation. The series has had two opening montages and different opening musical scores for each season with the final season having unique musical scores for each episode (only the final episode reuses the music for season two's opening). It is all popular music as opposed to musical scores, only season one used a musical score. Popular music is interspersed almost at random throughout every episode of season 3. It felt at times either jarring or at least contrary to what seemed the mood of a given scene. Here is my theory for what is going on.

The theme of this series is trauma, trauma of the worst sort. It is an unresolvable trauma and so one that apparently cannot be healed. The trauma only grows worse and less bearable as time passes. The series has many moments where it powerfully conveys this sense to the viewer. Seasons one and two end in riots and chaos, where the reserves of sanity have broken away. We participate in this breaking down.

The series also has three dream episodes, where Kevin Garvey temporarily dies and so is allowed to enter the realm of the afterlife. When Kevin from one of these journeys he's asked if he was afraid. He says that on the contrary, he wasn't afraid but felt more fully alive.

David Lynch, whose films are often said to be dream-like, is a master of creating a sense of dread. His films are suffused with a palpable silence, often in the form of an electrical hum. The feeling his films evoke in me are more powerful than just about all other contemporary films. It is a kind of existential fear. Is this reality?

Watching The Leftovers sometimes I desired something along the Lynchian lines. I wanted to see the film delve deeper into this emotional state of the characters. Instead, there was a Hollywood quality to the show. For every step it advanced towards a depiction of trauma, it moved several steps back. One means of doing this is through the introduction of popular music. Listening to music, whether it is a song we know, or a style of music that summons up memories of other songs, evokes in us our own realities that seem just as real as the sense of dread.

Music has the power to create a real world, a world that is convincingly safe and knowable. It is not the world of the unknown and the unresolved. When Kevin enters his dreams and enacts a role, such as assassin or president, he is, like music, making a narrative of his life. In this kind of created reality he does feel more real.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Month in Review: July

I've been working 6 days a week consistently for most of the year. This month I went two weeks without a day off.  The hottest days of the summer were also in July. We had two periods of exceptionally hot days, where the temperatures once went as high as 110 degrees. The hottest days stretched out for as long as 3-4 days. But even when the heat did slightly break, the temperature remained in the high 80s. I'm writing this in mid-August and can look back in relief. It has been significantly cooler so far this month and even if we do have a few more hot days, I don't expect anything like July. Because of the heat and my general exhaustion I didn't listen to as many audiobooks or do as much reading at home as I had previous months. I mostly went home, had dinner, and watched an episode or two of Star Trek or The Leftovers. On the advice of Ron Drummond I watched the Australian film Walkabout which is referenced in season 3 of the Leftovers.  I read Marianne Williamson's A Politics of Love. I also read another Culture novel, Player of Games, this month. I saw this years Shakespeare in the Boston Common play, Cymbeline twice. Once with Dennis Donohue and later with my brother Joe. As far as the comic goes, I had more good ideas here and there. I picked away at it more. I did have the idea recently that I wanted to set the more modest goal of sketching the whole thing out for this year and then start releasing it next year, editing and revising along the way. I'll release a page (actually two pages-each "page" is a spread) a month.

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Month in Review: June

We've eclipsed the summer solstice. The year and all our plans for it have reached their crux, or so it seems to me. After a few months of lying fallow, I'm ready to begin again in earnest to plow up the fields of my mind and preparing again to sow and reap a new harvest. The ideas I've been quietly tending are coming together and I think I will still be able to hold to my earlier promise to have a complete story by November. The current form of this story is radically different than the story I shared earlier this year. The overall design is still the same, it is to be a story in images (perhaps wordless). The length has been substantially circumscribed, now limited to a mere 12 two-sided pages. The story I've come up with though is short and simple enough to work well in this limited scope. I've already sketched out the first three pages and am happy with them. I plan to post some progress pics in July.

I haven't done much reading this month, besides some skimming. I did manage to finish Joanna Russ' We who are about to, my first Russ novel. I wanted to like this one more than I did. I also read Michel Bernanos, The Other Side of the Mountain, which Selwyn Rodda recommended to me several months ago upon learning that I was a fan of David Lindsay's A Voyage to Arcturus. There are definitely some similarities, and I enjoyed this one much more than the Russ, but still it is not a novel I loved. I've also been reading Ben Katchor's graphic novel, Hand Drying in America, for inspiration. Somewhat like my story, Ben's graphic novel is composed of single page self-contained stories.  

Instead of reading I've been watching some TV. I watched the first two seasons of The Leftovers as well as the first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation. I'm very engaged in both series. I also recently started Russian Doll which I think is a very sharp comedy and one I look forward to following. There are too many other tv shows I hope to get around to eventually, but should probably ignore if I hope to make any progress on my other projects. 

Lastly, the third volume of Jesus The Imagination was published this month with my essay on Shelley. I still haven't received my copy although I imagine it is in the mail. 

I thought I'd wrap up with a list of potential lists. Below are four topics (each with a dozen or more titles related to it) which I hope to get around to reading in the relative near future: 
  • Economics and Utopia (currently working on, to be finished this year)
  • Finnegans Wake (next year begin lightly and intensify later)
  • Language, Philosophy, and Philology (or, the difficulty of creating a system): Wittgenstein, Laura Riding, Sellars, Pierce, Hans Blumenberg (perhaps next year?)
  • American Literature (in a few years)

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Month in Review: May

Books Read:

Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon
Ada Palmer, The Will to Battle
David B., Epileptic

TV and Movies:

Game of Thrones, Season 8
Infinity War
End Game

A busy month. I was having much car troubles leading eventually to the buying of a new car. Add home repairs on top of that (built a new shed in the backyard). Two trips to Michigan, one when my grandmother was put in the ICU after coming down with several severe infections and then a few weeks later for her funeral. And yet, as trying as these things were, I still feel embarassed by how little I've accomplished. I did have several important ideas, in fact, I probably had more important ideas for my story this month then at any point all year.

Friday, June 7, 2019

Grandmom's Funeral

I got a call last night (June 6) from my mom letting me know that my grandmother, Dolores Naggie, died, after having been in the ICU for over 3 weeks, most of the time on a ventilator and feeding tube. I had gone out two weeks ago and spent three days with her. The ventilator prevented her from speaking, so I spent the time there holding her hand.

I first went out to visit her Monday, May 27. She had been admitted to the hospital the previous Sunday (May 19). On Tuesday (May 21) they discovered several infections. I believe they put her on life support on Wednesday (May 22) and a social worker came to speak with my family on Thursday (May 23). I went to see her on Monday (May 27) and everyone told me she was looking much better. On Tuesday (May 28) morning they took out the ventilator and she was able to say a few words with difficulty. She said she loved me. Apparently my Aunt Kathy came early Wednesday (May 29) and spent a lot of time with her. By the time we arrived she was exhausted and slept for most of the visit.

I just got off work and need to quickly shower, dress, and pack before heading to the airport. This post was written in part as an excuse for my delayed reflections on last month, which I'll write when I return.

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

A Game of Thrones Mosaic

Here is a selection of responses to Game of Thrones that I found on my Facebook feed:

Predictions 

...If there's any justice, whoever wins THE IRON THRONE, by the time she or he wins it, won't want it anymore, and will convince the others that in order to free the people from their enthrallment to its power, the throne itself MUST BE DESTROYED, and if there's still a dragon handy, what better way to do that than to MELT IT DOWN WITH DRAGON FIRE...
...I just remembered where I thought GRRM was going with the books, by around book three. One of the biggest developing elements that fell by the wayside. There was evidence in the books that the world of the story was subject to bizarre and extreme seasonal cycles, and what he seemed to be building toward was a winter that would lock most of the lands in snow and ice, lasting for years, devastating food supplies, killing millions. Against this planetary backdrop, the political and personal stories he'd set in motion would play out. I was really looking forward to it...

Reflections

...All right then, I'll admit it. I never watched The Game of Thrones. I never go to see all the blockbuster superhero movies. But their popularity implies that what the public wants is fantasy. Possibly it's confirmation of something Eliot said some eight decades ago: "Humankind cannot bear very much reality." Is that truer now than it was then? Has reality become less bearable--too violent, too scary? On the other hand, these fantasies are anything but placid, anodyne and saccharine. Disquieting fact: To make GOT, some 4000 gallons of fake blood were used...

...So... given where they left us at the end of the previous episode, probably the best they could have done? Surprisingly good really. If they'd really sold Daenerys's heel turn—requiring a lot of rewriting back to s7, & more episodes in the last two seasons (its rush was the biggest problem, I think, unless you count the fact that they ran out of books to adapt) — this might have been a good ending, overall (which means GRRM could still pull it off, I think). If my twitter feed is representative (big if, obviously) I'm in the minority here. But I really do think that the problems here (a fair dose of corniness aside) were from the earlier eps, not this one. I think they did well, given 8.5 & before...

...The first ten minutes were chilling and powerful. Grey Worm demonstrates how terrifying it is to have an army of Zealot/Templar/Absolutists at your disposal, and the Dothraki army of wild men and marauders reveal how close everything is to chaos. Tyrion, Jon, Arya, and Davos seemed like the only sane people left in the world. Oh, and it was a great answer to the internet that Dany had not actually gone insane at all. Instead, she had become completely convicted in her absolutism and her belief in her own virtue. Her idea of top down moral good dictated from above was beautifully countered by Jon when he suggested to her that there might be other views of what’s good. This sequence rocked!—all the way through to the murder of the queen and the dragon’s melting the Iron Throne into slag (there was a nice expositional reminder too of what that throne had been made from and what it really represented). A nice touch too that Dany never actually sits on the throne as well. Jon’s conflict was clear—he did love her, and he is not an intellectual. He is there for a reason though, and at the right time, he chooses his Stark family over the Targaryen heritage of conquest and incest. The wheel is broken and Drogon burst of fire shows that he is either wiser than we realized or caught in a double bind and unable to vent his dragon wrath on his own family—thus, the throne is consumed. After that, it becomes a matter of denouement. Samwell got a great laugh when he offers the idea of choosing a king by acclaim (Democracy!) and we are quickly reminded that this is not a civilized or modern world—that dissonance is important in how we read the ending. How wonderful too that Tyrion solves it like a puzzle and becomes the de facto king (administrating a kingdom) while Bran is busy flying about as a raven. Tyrion is where he is supposed to be, and Bronn, Brienne, Davos, and Samwell too. Jamie gets his heraldry recorded nobly by Brienne. Arya goes to the west—as she should. Sanza rules as a glorious but primitive queen, and Jon not only pets Ghost, but he is returned to the place he found true love (“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”).

...So with the usual !!SPOILER!! proviso, this is the first & last Game of Thrones post by someone who was less than obsessive but watched it nonetheless, thought it was the best-LOOKING show ever, admired the stellar cast esp Headey & Dinklage, appreciated the hard-R telling of a fantasy epic (my friend Robert Chancey described it, unenthusiastically, as Harry Potter goes Shakespeare but actually it was more Lord of the Rings goes Deadwood), and was blown away by occasional directorial tours de force (eg Battle of the Bastards), but also found more subplots and sub-characters than one could care about even over the course of a decade. For everyone smarter about this, I have a couple of petty spoiler-ridden questions about last night having to do with the mechanix of storytelling. I thought matters proceeded just fine up till the dragon flew off into the clouds with Dany’s body while Snow looked on, but then: How did everyone know Jon had stabbed her, or indeed what had happened to her at all other than that she disappeared? Were there witnesses hiding in the rubble of that scene we didn’t see? Did Snow in one of his typically tiresome piques of integrity feel compelled to announce to the decimated city from the top of the steps, “Hey, everyone, I just assassinated the queen I’ve been boinking the last two seasons”? And I know Tyrion is a smooth talker, but when -- still a prisoner by command of a queen no longer in command let alone alive -- he’s brought before a council of characters who are suddenly getting along better than they have in nine years for the purpose of some kind of sentencing, doesn’t he talk everyone into the logic of Bran’s kingship rather easily? “Yes.” “OK.” “Sure.” “Why not?” “Sounds good to me.” "Wow, that thing he just said about the power of stories -- who can resist that?" And why is that Grey Worm dude, whose devotion to the queen has been ruthlessly zealous to the point of bloodthirsty just 15 minutes earlier, suddenly acceding to the authority of all these other people to whom he owes no loyalty whatsoever that I know of? I’m personally & painfully aware that endings can be hard to pull off, which means I also recognize writers’ sleight of hand when I see it, and this finale seemed a concoction of facile fast-forwards, fades-to-black and cue-the-musics. If only we could salvage America so easily...

...I will only do this once and only because our own queen of the north returns home today: I very much like -- that is, I think it quite telling and interesting -- that we can imagine a dragon who happily goes on an apocalyptic slaughter of innocents at noon but, by one o'clock, has strong enough emotional and moral boundaries (in anguished, grieving rage) to understand that the man who stabbed his mother in a murderously deceitful kiss actually did the right thing. Moreover, it was the "right" thing because the dragon's mother had committed the crime of urging the same dragon to slaughter. In the (anthropocene? anthropomorphic?) moment, then, the dragon was able to realize that the abstract quest for absolute power (either from the right or left) and its macabre symbols (the iron throne) are to be the true targets. Mass death and destruction are somewhat last week's news.
As Tyrian says, the most powerful things we have are stories. And our stories, right now, are quite telling, if we choose to read them with care...

...Ross Douthat in the NYTimes opinion pages ponders his fantasy-nerd youth anent the the end of Game of Thrones, with many fans and non-fans respond. This was my response: How about fantasy without swords? I can believe that Ross was a fantasy nerd in youth and is still devoted to the tropes, indispensable word we now possess; but Martin's unreal world is boring, surprising only in the way a political novel is: everyone is either a possessor of power, a striver for power, or a victim of power, a sort of Leninist who-whom in another world. If Game of Thrones is an allegory it is an allegory of a world, ours, where nothing matters but personal power or the attachment to power; the limits of the allegory fail the riches of the allegorized world. As a good fantasy nerd you might have read T.H. White's Once and Future King trilogy, where goodness is the measure most often, and striving to be good and do good are the story. Maybe you also read C.S. Lewis, or Mythago Wood, Little, Big, in which wonder, duty, love, humor, and common human connections are at once stronger than and aided by ambiguous powers. I'd like to hear a Catholic thinker and writer ponder that.