Detail, Perspective, and Religion: Thus the Leviathan

Moby-DickMoby-Dick by Herman Melville

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I can’t imagine that any paltry review I should write would do justice to this Leviathan, over which so much ink has been spilled these many years. E’en so, I shall endeavor to offer my thoughts, though they be incomplete, and insufficient, and nigh forgotten.

I delighted in the style and progress of this book. I can see how many would find it distasteful, and others a source of ennui, and still more a drab and distraught description of a dreary occupation. But I reveled in the work, in the detail, in moments both of focus and of bleary-eyed dedication to the craft.

Yet now I wax poetical, and I digress. The book is a monstrosity, like its final subject, the Leviathan – but in the same way, as Melville describes that creature as noble, even divine, his masterpiece warrants the term. I only wish that I could get away with such writing – indeed, that I could come up with it at all. I enjoyed this book immensely.

On the other hand, it was not perfect. That selfsame style, which I so enjoyed, creates a lackluster performance in the moments of greatest stress. The chase, the hunt, and the battle are as afar-off, distant, and vague. We observe the most thrilling events as one might observe liquid pigmentation exsiccating. Don’t misunderstand: I loved the detail; but it lent itself to exceeding dullness, when things ought to be most exciting.

Furthermore, Melville tells the tale from the perspective of one Ishmael, a sailor who signs on with the Pequod, the ill-fated ship of Captain Ahab. We follow Ishmael, and his friend, Queequeg, for the majority of the book. Indeed, the book that purports to tell the tale of Ahab neglects to speak a word about the man for pages and pages on end. A huge swath of the book passes by without even a mention of the dreaded monomaniac.

To be fair, though, Melville mirrors this neglect at the other end. As we near the finish of this tome, perhaps around the hundredth chapter, we seem to have completely forgotten Ishmael and any sense of perspective. We hear from Starbuck, the first mate; we hear from Ahab, from Pip, from Fedallah, but nary a word from old Ishmael, our first and last narrator. Perhaps Melville meant it this way, so he could close with an epilogue where he details Ishmael’s escape in brief – but it seems more like Melville himself got caught up in the tale of Ahab and his monomania, completely forgetting the original perspective of his story. It seems, to me at least, a shortcoming.

There are other failings. Melville’s notions of nobility and divinity in the whale hint at a blasphemy that does not end there. While the author condemns the Satanism, the violent dedication of the villainous captain, he carries on – through Ishmael – an unpleasant trust in paganism and pantheism. Abandoning the Christian values he at times espouses, he embraces a universalist idea, that pagans and barbarians and Christians all worship, in earnest or in vain, to their own salvation or damnation. In short, his religious views are weak, and flagrantly oppose good moral sense and piety.

And yet, all told, the book is a boon and a delight. You may disagree; you are so allowed. It would not surprise me. But I am better for the reading.

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To Be Arrested, or Not to Be Arrested?

I recently came across this story in the social media sphere – it declares that 54 people have been arrested for kneeling to pray. It caught my attention because, at first, I thought people were being arrested for some trumped-up charge, just to keep them from praying. It seemed unlikely, though, so I read the whole article to figure out the truth. (As wonderful as pro-Christian news sites are, they tend to ignore little things like legal charges and official regulations being violated. “Christian Man Arrested for Hosting Bible Study” is catchier than “Man Arrested for Blocking Residential Streets with a Hundred Visitors,” for example.)

At any rate, upon reading the aforementioned article, I learned that these people being arrested chose to be arrested as an intentional protest against the HHS mandate. In short, they knew the ordinance that protesters could not remain stationary during a protest, and they – with full intent to disobey the law – took their signs and knelt down and stuck to one place all day.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of the HHS mandate, and I am a fan of religious freedom. But you can’t seriously think this is the best way to get that message across. We can (and should) write letters to Congress, both Representatives and Senators, opposing this legislation and seeking to have it removed; we can (and should) write letters to the President, voicing our concerns; we can (and should) protest with our votes this November; we can (and should) peaceably protest outside legislative and executive offices according to all prescribed laws and ordinances.

What we cannot, what we must not, do is violate laws for the sake of violating laws. In this case, these people have chosen to get arrested for violating a legitimate law (whether you agree with it or not, there is no restriction on religious freedom in an ordinance about remaining stationary during a protest – no religion absolutely requires you not to move while praying). They have done this in order to prove that they are willing to get arrested for violating an illegitimate law (the HHS mandate, which does violate religious freedoms, and therefore violates the Constitution of these United States).

This makes no sense whatsoever. To tell the government that one of its laws is unlawful, you break another of its laws, which is lawful? I may as well say, “I have chosen to protest the HHS mandate by driving at 88 mph in this 70 mph zone. My religion, dear officer, requires that I be moving fast enough to travel through time in order for my god to hear me.”

While you are trying to defend your religious freedom, you are telling your opponents that you consider your religious freedom more important than even the laws which do not impinge upon it. This behavior suggests that we Christians are, politically, a mix between anarchists and theocratics. To our opponents in court, we seem to be saying, “Any law which does not proceed directly from the mouth of God is unlawful, and we will not obey it if we do not wish to.”

This is, in short, preposterous.

In the first place, Christians have always been able to maintain the defense of our religious freedom on the grounds that it makes us good members of society. This was one of Justin Martyr’s arguments in his apologies to Roman emperors: Christians do not break laws, they do not kill or steal or maim or destroy, and in fact are opposed to the breaking of these laws by the very nature of their religion; all you cannot ask us to do is violate our religion by praying to other gods. But this argument only works so long as it is true; as soon as we start breaking laws arbitrarily to prove our point, we no longer can hold this defense, and in the public eye, we shift from law-abiding citizens to fanatical anarchists. This in no wise helps our cause.

In the second place, this behavior directly contradicts the commands of Christ and the apostles. “Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s,” the Lord said (Mark 12:17); Paul tells us to be in subjection to government, for governments are established by God (Romans 13:1-7; Psalm 22:28; Proverbs 8:15; ), even the governments that are opposed to His people from time to time  (Isaiah 10:5-11; Habakkuk 1:5-10) or the pagan rulers of pagan nations (Isaiah 44:28). God uses government to establish order in society; whenever that order is being righteously established, we should not oppose it. When, however, it is not order but persecution, when it commands disobedience to God, as the HHS mandate does, then, and only then, is it acceptable to oppose the government (as Daniel did, and as the apostles did, in their own times).

If you wish to prove that you will get arrested rather than obey the HHS mandate, then get arrested for not obeying the HHS mandate. Don’t go around getting arrested for disobeying legitimate ordinances, just to prove how serious you are. This is foolishness, and it undermines our position as Christians, as lawful citizens, and as morally upright people. Do not disobey for its own sake, but be as Daniel, such that even your hateful enemies can find no reproach against you, no condemnation, until they create a law that tries to seize your loyalty away from your God.

I am glad that people are willing to oppose the HHS mandate. But what you’re doing up there in D.C. makes just about no sense.

Repetitive Entertainment

I saw a post on a social media site the other day. It was a photo of multiple Disney princesses, each with captions representing their characters in modern meme form. The caption for Belle (from Beauty and the Beast – fun fact: “belle” is French for “beautiful”) was, “I read that book before it was a movie.” It occurred to me, when I read this, that this is becoming increasingly difficult to do. After it came out, for instance, I had a vague intention of reading The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins), but if I were to read the series now, I could not claim the above quote… even though the first book only came out four years ago. This rapid transition from page to screen is surprising, at least to me.

Perhaps the most common complaint I have heard about Hollywood (at least, within my social circle) is that it’s unoriginal. This is not untrue. The recent “Batman” movies are a reboot of the earlier film series which was itself an adaptation of a comic book. The “Superman” reboot, same story. The “Spiderman” reboot, again. Not that it has to be a reboot – the “X-Men” films, “The Avengers,” “Iron Man,” and so on – all adaptations of comic books. Meanwhile, we have “The Hunger Games,” “Harry Potter,” “Lord of the Rings,” “Game of Thrones,” and more, adapting novels. Remakes of old and not-so-old films (each based on something else), like “Clash of the Titans” and “Total Recall.” There are even board game adaptations, which I seriously thought was a joke when I first heard about it. And let’s not forget the video game adaptations – “Resident Evil,” “Doom,” and others.

So the question is: Why doesn’t Hollywood put out anything original anymore? Well, for one thing, the “indie film” department has “original” pretty darn well covered. A lot of those films are so off-the-wall that they could hardly be anything but original. Not that I’m a big indie film guy, except for a spare few. Just not my cup of tea, as they say.

But why else? What drives this oddity of “unoriginality”?

I’m going to go ahead and argue: human nature. Look at entertainment throughout history. “Originality” is a relatively recent concept. Look at Greek epic poetry, like Homer – the tales of myth woven in a particular way. Latin poetry (Vergil and Ovid, especially) was much the same way. Nordic sagas, too, told the tales most people already knew. When theater came along, it followed suit, especially in Greece. More of the same myths, stories from ye olden days of  yore – most people had gotten the gist of these stories long before. But the plays were retellings as much as they were anything. I doubt that the original story of Medea had quite the same “womyn rock!” message that Euripides’ version had. I’m sure Sophocles had his reasons for telling the stories of Oedipus and his daughters the way he did. It’s the same story… but it isn’t.

And this wasn’t just an ancient thing. Shakespeare wrote few, if any, truly original stories. Instead, he told stories that everyone knew. Why? Because it made laying the groundwork easy. If there’s something I am learning as an author, it’s that laying the groundwork can be one of the most difficult things to do in a story. It must be done subtly, carefully, slowly, but clearly; if you move too quickly, you end up like “The Da Vinci Code,” which reads like a brick at times and seems to be more exposition than story; if you are too obscure, then you lose your readers in a world they know nothing about. As the author, I know a great deal about the world I’m writing in, but my readers know absolutely nothing – unless, of course, I tell them ahead of time that this is a story they know. Like about that king that died a few years ago, or that old myth from Greece, or that tale of lovers that everyone’s so fond of.

Of course, once the groundwork has been laid, I can go anywhere I want with the story. I can introduce new themes, change the plot, alter the ending, all to offer a very specific message, a point and purpose that was, if not lacking, then misdirected in the original. I can use others’ stories to achieve my own ends. This isn’t plagiarism; it’s art. Plagiarism is taking something that belongs to someone else and claiming it as your own; art is taking something that belongs to someone else and changing it, making it belong to you, before giving it back.

You may have heard that Picasso once said, “Good artists borrow, great artists steal.” In some brief research, I find it increasingly unlikely that Picasso ever said any such thing. However, T. S. Eliot did once write in an essay, “Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.”

So don’t blame Hollywood for their repetitive entertainment. Thank them. After all, how would you have known what was going on with that first-person sequence in “Doom” (2005) if you didn’t know it was modeled after a video game from 1993, which was itself inspired by a combination of horror/action genres and Dante Alighieri’s “Inferno,” which was itself inspired by Greco-Roman tales of the underworld (syncretized with Christian ideologies), especially Aeneas and Odysseus, which were based on myths that had been passed down in oral tradition for generations?

By retelling old stories, filmmakers are able to draw us into a story quickly and easily. Now, if they’re good at what they do, they make it just as easy for newcomers to get wrapped up in the tale, but either way, once they have you hooked, they have a chance to tell the story in their own way. Like how Peter Jackson cut out swaths of great stories from “The Lord of the Rings,” resulting in a third film that was occasionally disjointed and had way too many endings. Or how he plans to add in huge chunks of detail to “The Hobbit,” based on Tolkien’s notes on the subject, turning it from one film into three.

He is both able – and allowed – to do this. And I’m not talking about what Tolkien’s family is letting him do – I’m talking about us, the audience. If Jackson tried to tell the story of “The Lord of the Rings” and none of us had ever heard of the “The Lord of the Rings,” it would be a disaster. Like when “Fellowship of the Ring” first came out, and a bunch of people complained because the movie ended, but the story wasn’t over, and wasn’t that ridiculous for what was clearly a single movie standing by itself? Those people were unfamiliar with the story, so they didn’t forgive Jackson for making the film the way he did – but those of us who knew what was going on, we did forgive him. At least mostly.

TL;DR: It’s not Hollywood’s fault that they’re making so many “unoriginal” films. It’s our fault, because we like familiarity, and they’re smart enough to know that.

Space Opera & … Vomit Zombies?

Leviathan Wakes (Expanse, #1)Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Hmm.

This was a difficult book to like, at times. I have no taste for gore/horror storylines, so the aptly named “vomit zombies” were unappealing to me. An intriguing, albeit not unprecedented, take on the shambling menace. This was the crux of the entire book (and, it would seem, the groundwork for the entire series, however long that shall be), so it was pervasive. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t particularly enjoy it.

Worse, the profanity. More pervasive than the zombies. I get that many people don’t find a story “real” or “genuine” if the characters aren’t cursing up a storm when things go sideways. I disagree. I think it’s entirely plausible to avoid modern curses altogether; you can use alternatives (“frell,” “rutting,” “gorram,” and others come to mind) or you can have characters that simply don’t curse every other word. Such people do exist, after all.

I did not care for the notable presence of sexuality, but I will point out that the sexuality in this book was remarkably less blatant and graphic than it is in many modern science fiction novels. I suppose “pulp fiction” may be the term for selling books to the lowest common denominator, and “Leviathan Wakes” was not (quite) pulp fiction.

The book’s treatment of religion was… callous, at best. Indifferent, maybe. There was an apparent disconnect between the characters and any sort of genuine religious sense – or maybe that disconnect extends even to the authors, but I can’t say for sure. But I do know that, while the book avoids the trends of other Sci-Fi (e.g., Star Trek) in claiming that religion was erased as if it were a black spot on humanity’s record, it doesn’t quite give it a fair shake. But I wasn’t expecting much in that department, anyway.

On the other hand, there was mystery, intrigue, and tough characters. In some ways, Holden and Miller were very likable. Holden more than Miller, though, but I think it was intended that way. Miller is almost an anti-hero, someone who does good things but not necessarily for good reasons, and certainly not with an upbeat or positive attitude. His particular brand of insanity is peculiar, but not necessarily unreasonable. Holden is basically a good person, and believes that everyone is basically a good person, but he’s a bit too enslaved to his own emotional well-being to be a real hero.

At any rate, I enjoyed the book, and its flow and structure allowed it to build before entering that inescapable page-turning phase. It also set up handily for future volumes, although I would not expect favorite characters to make much of an appearance. This universe doesn’t revolve around Holden and Miller, after all – they just happened to be caught up in the first bunch of events. Someone else will probably be caught up in the next bunch. (EDIT: Of course, I could be wrong: just read a blurb about the second book in the series, and Holden is at the center of it.)

Speaking of the next bunch, I may not read future volumes. The profanity, sexuality, and probability of gore/horror elements (evidently, according to the authors, a staple of their work) provide strong dissuading arguments. But it was a fun read, and I am glad that I received it from my dear wife as an anniversary present (after requesting it some months prior, of course).

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