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  • Flexuality: Elastic Sexual Norms in the Work of Octavia Butler

    Flexuality: Elastic Sexual Norms in the Work of Octavia Butler

    Amongst the many rich and complex topics tackled by legendary science-fiction author Octavia E. Butler, few are more perennial than sexuality and the inherent moral questions it raises. Butler herself appears to take no moral position, simply presenting behaviors and situations that might be considered objectionable by some, and leaving it for them – be they readers or her characters – to discuss the implications.

    This essay will present an examination of how Butler challenges sexual norms, from the incest taboo in the Patternist series, to interspecies sex in the Lilith’s Brood trilogy, to pedophilia and rape in Fledgling, and arguably all three of these in her short story Bloodchild. These stories show us how norms, particularly sexual ones, are flexible between worlds, cultures, and especially individuals.  Her challenge to human moral hegemony is implicit, but there is also an acute self-awareness throughout her work that suggests she wanted to inspire discussion.

    Interspecies Sex, Heteronormativity, and Ménage à trois

    The Xenogenesis trilogy presents a world in which humanity has destroyed the Earth in an unnamed conflict, the means unknown except that they are absolute.  However, due to the efforts of a benevolent alien species known as the Oankali, the remnants of humankind are salvaged, and the planet is entered into a slow restorative process.

    The Oankali’s benevolence, however, is not without conditions.  In order to rein in what they consider to be the cause of humanity’s destruction – that is, a biological predisposition towards hierarchical behavior – they use their biotechnology to sterilize us.  As it turns out, the purpose of sterilization is not to prevent procreation, but to see it continue along the paths set by the Oankali, which involves their direct participation.  In 1987’s Dawn, the first book of the series, Butler broaches the subject of interspecies sexual relations and crossbreeding.

    The Oankali are masters of DNA manipulation, to the point that they can retain a complete memory of a being’s entire genetic makeup for use in duplicating them.  The Oankali nature as well as their culture – including gender and sex roles – all revolve around assimilating the genetic traits of other species in order to strengthen their own gene pool.  For the Oankali this is more practical than moral – a matter of evolution, even survival, for their species.

    The Oankali have three sexes: male, female, and ooloi, this third being neither more male nor female, and in fact completely different from both.  The ooloi are essential to Oankali reproduction, which involves all three sexes, and is otherwise impossible.  The ooloi role is to extract gametes from both male and female and to induce fertilization within its own body before replacing the new zygote into the female and chemically stimulating the womb for bringing the new life to term.

    In her essay Eugenicism: The Construction of Queer Space in the Works of Octavia Butler and Samuel Delany, Freda Fair discusses how Butler uses Oankali social constructions to flex rigid sexual and gender norms.

    [Gender roles] are constructed in order to extend along a prescribed sociological trajectory that rests on the existence of a biologically attainable end. Thus, whether it is about pregnancy, menstrual cycles, and erections all have a locale inside of the normative sociological gender-sex trajectory of male and female… [Fair p. 78]

    Fair acknowledges the disruption of the gender binary for the mere existence of a third, but also points out that how and where Oankali and humans enter “male” and “female” spaces is dictated by the ooloi.  After all, it is the ooloi who receive sperm from the male, which is traditionally a female role, but perhaps with greater agency in that the sperm is actually withdrawn rather than deposited.  The ooloi also withdraws the egg from the female, a process for which there is no analog in human sexuality, and renders male and female identical with respect to their “passive” role in the reproductive process.

    Because sharing genes between species is endemic to Oankali evolution, the ooloi are capable of facilitating interspecies reproduction as well.  The challenge to sexual norms is first introduced in Dawn, when main character Lilith Iyapo participates in sexual intercourse with Joseph, a human man, and Nikanj, an Oankali ooloi.

    Nikanj freed one sensory arm from Joseph’s waist and extended it toward her.  She stayed where she was for a moment longer, proving to herself that she was still in control of her behavior.  Then she tore off her jacket and seized the ugly, ugly elephant’s trunk of an organ, letting it coil around her as she climbed onto the bed.  She sandwiched Nikanj’s body between her own and Joseph’s, placing it for the first time in the ooloi position between two humans.  For an instant, this frightened her.  This was the way she might someday be made pregnant with an other-than-human child. [Dawn, p. 161]

    The above circumstance clashes with our social norms on three distinct levels, each with a different degree of severity.  The mildest conflict is the matter of sexual relations between three people.  Threesomes, or ménage-a-trois if taken to the degree of full companionship, has found acceptance at various times up to the modern era, though usually in an “unofficial” capacity.

    In other words, what people do in their private lives may differ greatly from their own account of their activities in the public sphere.  Either way, three-way sexual relationships at the very least have often existed in opposition to the “romantic ideal” of sex as an expression of love between two people.  It especially conflicts with institutional marriage, which has often throughout history and across cultural boundaries been a social imperative.

    Within the context of science fiction, perhaps only the most conservative of readers would take issue with three-way sex in Dawn, were it between two men and a woman, or two women and a man.  Three men or three women might be viewed with greater disdain for it then also being gay sex.  Which brings us to the second clash with normativity.

    If gay sex is so objectionable, even more so than a threesome, how are we to accept Butler’s concept of a third sex?  Not male, not female, but…well, it would seem our rigid adherence to binaries leaves us without a term to apply to the situation.  This is demonstrated through Lilith’s interaction with Jdhaya, the first Oankali she meets:

    Lilith glanced at the humanoid body, wondering how humanlike it really was. “I don’t mean any offense,” she said, “but are you male or female?”

    “It’s wrong to assume I must be a sex you’re familiar with,” it said, “but as it happens, I’m male.”

    Good. “It” could become “he” again. Less awkward. [Dawn, p. 13]

    Humans are most often viewed with respect to a sex and gender binary: males and masculinity versus females and femininity.  Yet there are countless individuals of varying circumstance who find this polarity to be restrictive – socially, psychically, and even physically.  Many people have, as a result of rational reflection, or intimate feeling, concluded that gender is fluid, and as such they may be plotted anywhere along the continuum between male and female.  A person may be biologically female, but identify as male, or more commonly as a gender that exists between the two poles.

    Those who fall under the umbrella term transgendered experience a distinct disparity between their own sense of their gender and their biological, i.e. sexual, manifestations.  That is to say, those who are born biologically male or female strongly identify – physically and psychologically – as the other, or as neither, again existing somewhere along the continuum between the two.  To be clear, this is not some mere schism between the biological and the psychological, but the very reality of the transgendered individual, one that happens to exist apart from those hedged in by the binary.

    As with all things that conflict with social norms, the struggle of these individuals to be recognized for the sex and/or gender with which they personally identify, often makes them the target of reprehensible discrimination and abuse.  Although recent years have seen more publicity and sincere dialogue around issues of sex and gender, these circumstances and how those they affect have been treated is hardly new.  For that we can assume that even were the circumstances of Dawn to have come about in the 1800s, or were they to occur tomorrow, our reaction as a society would probably be much the same.

    That being the case, it is no wonder at all that the humans of Dawn have a sort of knee-jerk rejection of the Oankali, and especially the ooloi, for their conceptually foreign gender roles and truly “alien” third sex.  Were we as a society able to even accept those amongst our own species who do not fit within rigid sexual and gender “norms”, we might be more amenable to the ways of the Oankali.  Alas, there is one more major point of contention between humans and Oankali in matters of sex and sexuality.

    The interspecies sex taboo in human society gets smacked with the label “bestiality”, which contains all manner of assumptions about the differences between “man” and “beast”, and the presumed eminence of humankind above all other creatures.  It is, by this pretext, beneath us to engage in sexual activity with other animals.

    However, if we examine it objectively, separating out the socially conditioned revulsion attached to it, the real moral quandary inherent to sex with animals is that it may amount to rape.  The real separation between humans and animals is a communication barrier.  We cannot know their minds, and as such we cannot presume or even ascertain consent.  Were this communication barrier to be removed, and with it perhaps the idea of human superiority, I imagine that the stigma towards bestiality would have to be reexamined.

    The issue of interspecies sex as a matter of superiority also evokes a terrible historical precedent: the morality and legality of so-called miscegenation, a thoroughly racist concept defined as marriage, sex, or procreation between different racial groups.  The imperative against interracial relations was perhaps most pronounced amongst Europeans, and indeed the term miscegenation most often applied specifically to relations between Europeans and other groups, not so much between two non-European races, or between two European ethnicities.

    The reasons for this are clear.  The social and pseudo-scientific consensus in Europe and its colonies around the world was that races demarcated the boundaries between species, or perhaps “sub-species”, there being three: Negroid (African), Mongoloid (Asian), and Caucasoid (European).

    In some cases, miscegenation was not merely a social taboo, but seen as the equivalent to bestiality for the fact that other races – especially peoples of Africa – were regarded as less than human.  It was not enough for non-Europeans to be seen as “other”, but implicit in that otherness was inferiority.  Indeed, it was for their less-than-humanity that the enslavement of African people could even be justified.  It was within that institution that human beings could be treated exactly like animals: used for labor, selectively bred for favorable outcomes, traded and sold as nothing more than property.  So of course it would be prohibited for a “real” human being – i.e. a European – to lay with a mere animal.

    Yet, for all the stigmas against miscegenation, slave-owners mating with the enslaved – often rape – was a common practice.  There is an unconscionable paradox in how slavers could have sex with enslaved peoples in spite of their being viewed as animals, while actual bestiality remained forbidden.

    This is not a defense of the practice of having sex with animals, but rather a challenge to an obvious hypocrisy.  If the enslaved were mere animals, then by their own rules, the European slavers should not have taken to having sex with them.  Of course the truth is that they were human beings, but social acknowledgment of that fact would cancel out the “less-than-human” justification for slavery.

    More relevant to my analysis, however, is the idea of superiority and inferiority between species mentioned earlier.  This human tendency towards hierarchical behavior – the Oankali consider it indivisible from human nature – is what lies at the heart of such despicable concepts as miscegenation, and perhaps why, instinctively, the humans in the Xenogenesis trilogy reject sexual integration with the Oankali.

    It must create even more confusion for the humans who reject the Oankali “other” in being forced to acknowledge the latter’s superiority, demonstrated through their absolute control over the human population.  In this way, if interspecies sex is to be viewed as bestiality, then the Oankali become analogous to the human, while the humans, whose ability to mate is strictly controlled by the Oankali, and procreation only possible through the ooloi due to sterilization, have been relegated to the role of beast.

    Dawn presents a plurality of views and levels of acceptance of the Oankali and their integration of humans into their way of life.  In a way the ooloi and the sexual conundrum they present for humanity serve as an open question – about normativity, about propriety, and even morality.  There is an implicit challenge to human society, to examine and re-examine our understanding of sexuality, that we might find it more flexible than our social norms dictate.

    Incest, Inbreeding, and Eugenics

    The incest taboo is examined in the Patternist series, in which a god-like body-swapping telepath by the name of Doro aims to produce a superior race through thousands of years of eugenics.  This necessarily involves a lot of inbreeding, with Doro himself often mating with his own children.  The obvious stigma towards parent-child breeding becomes a bit muddier when we consider Doro is never in the physical body of the parent when mating with one of his children.  In Mind of My Mind, main character Mary – a daughter of Doro – reflects on her feelings towards him:

    I remember once when I was about six years old I was sitting on his lap frowning up into his latest face.

    “Shouldn’t I call you ‘Daddy’?” I asked.

    Until then, I had called him Doro, like everybody else did.

    “I wouldn’t if I were you,” he said.  And he smiled.  “Later you won’t like it.” [Mind of My Mind, p. 17]

    As Doro anticipated, he and Mary do engage in a regular sexual relationship, one that is only possible where Mary does not regard him as her father. Indeed he is only ever “Doro”, not “daddy”, and any thoughts to the contrary are lost along with the biological body Doro inhabited in order to conceive her.  Still this raises the question of whether or not parentage is merely a biological reality, a social construct, or a combination of the two.  More importantly, is the problem implied by the incest taboo a physical one or a moral one?

    The incest taboo seems to exist in one form or another in cultures throughout the world, and therefore its origins are near impossible to determine. Whereas many taboos originate from practical concerns – for example the taboo of eating pork stemming from pigs carrying disease – the incest taboo cannot be so easily pinned down.  Practical concerns about incest, to do with genetic disorders flourishing within small or isolated populations, were certainly not on the minds of people in the time of Sophocles, whose Oedipus Rex may be viewed as a critique of incest to the point of suggesting that it ultimately brings one’s doom:

    Blind, who once had seeing eyes,
    Beggared, who once had riches, in strange guise,
    His staff groping before him, he shall crawl
    O’er unknown earth, and voices round him call:
    “Behold the brother-father of his own
    Children, the seed, the sower and the sown,
    Shame to his mother’s blood, and to his sire
    Son, murderer, incest-worker.”
    [Oedipus Rex, vv. 456-478]

    In the case of Oedipus, there were no physical consequences to his having sexual relations with his mother, and there was no moral quandary so long as neither knew the other’s true identity.  Sophocles, however, transmitting the norms of Greek culture at the time, made Oedipus’s incest a teleological problem, one that aside from any social or physical consequences invokes punishment from fate.

    The situation between Mary and Doro in Mind of My Mind is a sort of gender reversal of the Oedipus story, what has sometimes been called an Electra complex.  Generally, this complex is used to describe daughters with an affinity to men who resemble their fathers.  But for Mary, perhaps because of the different socialization she receives as a part of Doro’s collective, it seems perfectly natural for her to have sexual relations with him.  Even so she still must separate his identity as “Doro” from his identity as “daddy”.

    The fact that he has different bodies is interesting because it makes us examine the multiple dimensions of sex: physical and emotional.  On the one hand, the man she sleeps with does not have the same physical body as the one that gave birth to her, but he does have the same mind.

    The practical concerns of incest around inheritable diseases or conditions are a non-issue given that procreation is not the purpose in this case.  The moral concerns, once removed from the practical, become completely subjective and vary between individuals, groups and societies.  They do not apply at all within Doro’s breeding collective.

    On the contrary, the idea of inbreeding for the sake of preserving racial or sanguineous “purity” has been common for centuries, such as the “cousin marriages” of European royal families.  Even the degree to which inbreeding or intermarriage is considered acceptable varies from place to place and culture to culture.  In ancient China, for instance, patrilineal intermarriage was expressly forbidden, while matrilineal was permitted.  Neither would be acceptable in ancient Rome or contemporary Western society, such as the United States where incest is legally prohibited.

    Apart from social stigmas, looking to incest as a vehicle for the propagation of genetic disorders retains some practical legitimacy for human beings.  The opposite is true for Doro and his brood, as he mates relatives in order to transmit favorable traits into future generations.  While he is no geneticist, his immortality grants him the luxury of an eternity of trial and error.

    The implicit question Butler raises here is whether or not incest could be acceptable once removed from any practical concerns, such as the propagation of negative genetic traits.  And if we are to look at sex strictly as a means of procreation, then where inbreeding allows for the evolution of the species, would it not only be acceptable, but perhaps favorable?

    Pedophilia, Rape, and the Age of Consent

    Fledgling, Octavia Butler’s final novel, addresses the issue of pedophilia, or at least perceptions of it and the moral questions it raises.  The story revolves around the relationship between humanity and the Ina, a humanoid species that evolved in parallel, and which forms the basis for the many vampire legends.  Like vampires, the Ina have a master-slave relationship with humankind.  They all live together in communes, with the humans providing food (by way of their blood), sex, and companionship. The arrangement is ostensibly mutual, except that the humans are enthralled to the Ina by way of some chemical influence exerted through the exchange of bodily fluids.

    Main character Shori is a fifty-three year old Ina, who in spite of her age, retains the appearance of a prepubescent girl.  One of her thralls a man in his twenties named Wright Hamlin, who is torn between his supernatural attraction to Shori and the sense that he is having sexual relations with a child.

    I looked at him and saw that he was looking intently at me.

    “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he said.  “It feels good.  Which is weird.  How do you do that?”

    “I don’t know,” I told him. “You taste good.”

    “Do I?” He lifted me, squeezed past the division between the seats to my side of the car, and put me on his lap.

    “Let me bite you again,” I whispered.

    He smiled. “If I do, what will you let me do?” [Fledgling, p. 11]

    At this point in the novel, Wright has yet to become aware of Shori’s true age, but there is a subtle sense of awareness in how he lifts her and places her on his lap, as he might handle the child she appears to be.  Yet only moments later he is asking sexually suggestive questions.  If his awareness was in doubt, it becomes unambiguous a few paragraphs later:

    “You’re way too young. Jailbait. Super jailbait.”[p. 12]

    The truth, of course, is that Shori is much older than Wright, and that under normal circumstances their relationship might be looked upon with disdain of a different sort, though ultimately with no real moral or legal implications.

    Sexual relationships between adults and children are stigmatized for the assumption that children are not emotionally mature enough to consent.  The age of consent is a tricky one, however, as emotional maturity varies by individuals more than by age.  And indeed, the legal age of consent also varies from country to country – as low as twelve and as high as eighteen.

    However, the argument can be and has been made that maturity is a consequence of biology, and that it corresponds to a certain level of brain development.  Recent studies show that the brain does not stop “maturing”, and with that a person doesn’t make truly “adult” decisions, until reaching their mid-20s:

    Previous research has shown that most teens’ gray-matter structures – including those involved in decision-making – are less advanced than those of adults, as you would expect, until now no one had studied teens’ white matter, which works along with gray matter to produce decisions. The key part of white matter is called myelin, a fatty substance that coats the individual neural strands, or axons, that make up white matter. Myelination of axons begins during childhood and is completed at the end of adolescence, around the mid-20s. [Cloud 2009]

    For this reason, if we tie the age of consent to biological development, it might be increased significantly.  I anticipate that such a change in the law would not be well received anywhere in the world.

    If the issue is consent, and if sex without consent is rape, then we must also examine the relationship between Shori and Wright in a different way.  Shori’s supernatural nature has a seductive effect on Wright, and if we assume he has some revulsion to having sex with a child under normal circumstances, it can even be said that he is being compelled by Shori to act against his will.  The question of consent, then, has less to do with adults and children, than with Ina dominion over humans.  Is the sexual influence Shori exerts over Wright, then, tantamount to rape?

    The Ina exert influence over their human companions – called symbionts – through biochemical exchange.  As Shori’s father explains to her:

    We addict them to a substance in our saliva – in our venom – that floods our mouths when we feed. I’ve heard it called a powerful hypnotic drug. It makes them highly suggestible and deeply attached to the source of the substance. They come to need it. [Fledgling, p. 79]

    This exchange not only enthralls the human symbionts to the Ina, but makes them physically dependent.  Ordinarily Ina outlive humans by centuries, but where one perishes prematurely, their symbionts must quickly be bonded with another, or risk dying themselves soon afterwards, from withdrawal.

    While this relationship between Ina and human sounds rather one-way and predatory, the word “symbiont” suggests what it really is – a mutualistic symbiosis in which both gain considerable benefits. The Ina are able to feed, and their venom nearly doubles their companions’ life expectancy.  Still, in spite of the mutual benefits, due to the catalyst to the symbiosis being an imposed biological imperative, the question of consent still remains.  Where a human comes to accept their role as symbiont, is it really a choice, or are they essentially drugged into compliance?

    When the story begins, Shori has lost most of her memory, and the first few chapters are spent with her relearning the ins and outs of human-Ina relations by way of her own connection to Wright Hamlin.  As she recalls the true nature of the relationship, however, she offers Wright the choice of leaving her.  She informs him that he does have the ability to do so at such an early stage, but that soon afterwards their separation would be impossible – and for Wright, fatal.

    We come to understand that this is how most if not all Ina-human symbioses play out, that in spite of the biochemical tether, there must be some initial consent on the part of the human before the bond can be realized.  So as to the question of whether or not Shori can be said to be raping Wright Hamlin, the answer would appear to be no, for how enthusiastically he agrees to remain as her symbiont.

    Still, the ethical lines are blurry, because who is to say at which point a human becomes enthralled, and whether or not that initial consent is given without any influence from the Ina.  Indeed Wright had already been subjected to Shori’s venom when he made his choice to stay with her.

    Furthermore, these “consensual” symbioses do not preclude situations where Ina simply prey upon humans for their blood without forming a permanent bond with them, usually so as not to exhaust their own symbionts.  It also does not stop Ina from using their influence to manipulate humans into serving their other interests, from keeping their existence a secret to protecting their communes.

    Where the taking of blood, and with it a transmission of Ina venom, also includes sexual relations, but does not lead into a new symbiosis, it does seem to be a case of rape.  The human victims, however, for what they receive in exchange – pleasure beyond anything they’ve ever experienced – is likely to disagree. This is trademark Butler, because here we find the moral conundrum, or rather the flexibility in our sexual norms explored between human and Ina.  Again, Butler merely asks a question, but does not give any definitive answer, leaving the matter open to discussion.

    Intersections and Gender Fluctuations

    Bringing it all together is Bloodchild, which although only a short story, seems to exist at the intersection of sexual themes explored in Butler’s other works.  It features the interspecies sex of Dawn, the issue of consent from Fledgling, and arguably from a social standpoint, the incest of Mind of My Mind. In addition, it introduces the concept of male pregnancy, automatically at odds with normative notions of human sexuality and gender roles.

    The premise is that humans, having long fled hostile circumstances on Earth, settled on the world of the Tlic, a sentient race of caterpillar-like creatures.  During the initial encounters, humans fought against the Tlic and were eventually subjugated and corralled in the way of farm animals.  They were heavily drugged to dampen their will, which allowed the Tlic to use them as living incubators for their own young.  Over time this relationship changed, however, with Tlic and humans entering into a consensual family dynamic, one son from each human family appointed to be the host – known as N’Tlic – for the single fertile female from each Tlic family.

    Gan, the point of view character of the story, is the appointed host, chosen by T’Gatoi, a Tlic politician who oversees the Preserve, a closed human colony.  T’Gatoi was a long time member of Gan’s shared family, having been hosted by Gan’s own father, and growing up with his mother. With respect to a traditional human family structure, T’Gatoi is the equivalent of Gan’s sister, and yet she chooses him to bear her young.  She chooses him at a young age, and many of his formative years were spent preparing him for the task of becoming an N’Tlic.

    However, once Gan witnesses a rather traumatic Tlic birth, he has second thoughts about his role, and even considers suicide as an alternative.  In the end, however, he chooses to go forward with the pregnancy, for the fact that he loves and trusts T’Gatoi, but also to spare his sister, who would’ve been chosen in his absence.

    Gan lays with T’Gatoi in a ritual that can only be regarded as sexual for the fact that it will eventually lead to T’lic reproduction, but also in Butler’s choice of imagery.

    I undressed and laid down beside her. I knew what to do, what to expect. I had been told all my life. I felt the familiar sting, narcotic, mildly pleasant. Then the blind probing of the ovipositor. The puncture was painless, easy. So easy going in. She undulated slowly against me, her muscles forcing the egg from her body into mine. [Bloodchild, p. 53]

    This scene clearly disrupts the traditional gendering of sexual intercourse, both in terms of the male and female roles and the expected outcome.

    In the essay Would You Really Rather Die than Bear My Young? – the title being a question T’Gatoi asks Gan – author Elyce Rae Helford discusses how many attempts to challenge traditional gender roles fall flat, because they attempt to deny gender altogether, while still using the binary encoding of certain actions and activities as “masculine” and “feminine”.  Critical theorist Alice Jardin calls this encoding process gynesis.

    The undulating body of T’Gatoi, forcing the egg into Gan’s body, recalls human intercourse from both female and male positions: T’Gatoi’s action embodies both possession of the female egg and male penetration and ejaculation. [Helford, p. 264]

    The sex scene from Bloodchild is an example of gynesis, but Helford suggests that a deeper reading presents a legitimate challenge to the encoding process, perhaps even destabilizing the binary altogether rather than merely reversing roles.

    Her argument rests on the fact that there is little focus on the genders of Gan or T’Gatoi, or upon the role of the male Tlic, whose function, much like human males, is to fertilize the eggs.  Tlic males, however, are short-lived and serve no additional role in the raising or protection of the child as is common amongst the males of other species, including humans.  So here we have a complication instead of just a re-encoding, with different aspects of the traditional roles split between males and females and across species.

    Beyond this, I would argue that Butler’s imagery also adds a symbolic dimension to the sexual dynamic between male and female, human and Tlic. Consider, for instance, that the very body of T’Gatoi is phallic, which corresponds to her occupying the traditionally “male” role of being the penetrator and impregnator. Yet one might also look at the very name of T’Gatoi’s race – Tlic – and see that it is an anagram for clit, which in spite of being a female organ, is still phallic, and is in fact the female equivalent to the penis.  Was this intentional on Butler’s part, or perhaps something that surfaces on a more unconscious level?

    Either way, Butler has created a sort of concentric juxtaposition of gender roles, wherein a female entity in the vague shape of a male organ invokes the name of its female counterpart only to fulfill a traditionally male role in sexual intercourse.  All of this and perhaps Butler’s only true goal was a mind fuck.

    Conclusion

    The science fiction of Octavia E. Butler is known for its ability to, as Elyce Rae Helford puts it, “bridge the gap between ‘high’ and popular culture”.  As readers we are never merely exploring a foreign galaxy or settling on an alien world. Earth is not merely being invaded by hostile alien forces, nor are our bodies simply host to malignant parasites. These are the tropes of popular science fiction.  Butler grazes them to create a familiar framework, but always plumbs to new depths, using science fiction as a tool through which to ask implicit questions challenging our notions of normativity or propriety.

    We often regard gender and sex and sexuality as rigid constructs, or perhaps we don’t view them as constructs at all, but rather an inseparable part of reality itself.  There are always limits to which people are even willing to think about such charged issues.  It is as if even thinking outside the norms, let alone issuing any sort of open challenge, is to participate in social deviancy.

    People often fail to consider the subjectivity of norms, that under different circumstances – social or biological – that the behaviors we take for granted might be regarded as aberrant.  Or more importantly that this is not merely a hypothetical or a thought experiment, but that people actually do live under different circumstances, and those behaviors we regard as aberrant are simply different, and only stray from the “norm” for the fact that they are in the demographic minority.  Going even further, we fail to consider that differences are not so black and white – or straight and gay, or masculine and feminine – but exist within a spectrum, separated by degrees.

    Even where there is “tolerance”, the implication is that there is still something wrong and only by one’s graciousness can there be any civility around it.

    “I have no problem with gay people,” someone might say, “I just don’t agree with their lifestyle.” They do not realize, nor even consider, that sexuality is not a choice, but an inexorable aspect of being human.

    Human.  Perhaps therein lies the limitation. The Oankali in Lilith’s Brood attributed hierarchical behavior to our very natures and claimed that it was responsible for the “mass suicide” that destroyed most life on Earth.  Given our enthusiastic willingness to destroy each other for our differences, this prospect sometimes seems more science than fiction.

    I would argue, however, that these shortcomings of humanity are not genetic – such as could be weeded out by several generations of Oankali engineering – but memetic, meaning that they are rooted in the propagation of cultural rather than biological data.  Those who study memetics say that our bigger human brains developed to accommodate memes, to better enable us to transmit them, and that in fact they, rather than genes, are the selfish driving force behind our unique sociobiological trajectory.

    If that is true, then we do not need cosmic intervention from the Oankali, manipulation by the Ina, the eugenics of Doro, or to be corralled by the Tlic.  We need to instead take a hint from the Oankali, only assimilating new memes instead of genes, in order to assure our preservation as a species. Namely we need to better cultivate an awareness of the fact that differences can co-exist, and in fact, must co-exist peacefully.  We also need to more aggressively propagate very old memes such as compassion and humility, not just as abstract ideas, but as concrete practices.

    Where do we begin if not with open and candid dialogue that acknowledges these degrees of difference between us, that recognizes the subjectivity of who or what is “other”, and how anyone should be treated because of it?

    Freda Fair and Elyce Rae Helford might disagree with me that Ms. Butler did not have any agenda – political, social, or otherwise – in the crafting of her stories. I contend that these commentaries, these implicit challenges to the construction of social orders, naturally emerged out of the kind of person that Butler was – one who simply dared to think beyond what manifests as the “norm”.  Butler, in the afterword to Bloodchild published in a 2005 collection, said:

    Other people have done all the print interpretations of my work: “Butler seems to be saying…” “Obviously, Butler believes…” “Butler makes it clear that she feels…” Actually, I feel that what people bring to my work is at least as important to them as what I put into it.

    Regardless of our different interpretations, I think that all readers of Butler come into alignment in our acknowledgement of what she brings to the discussion of sex and sexuality.  We should be thankful that she decided to put her thoughts down on paper, that we might discuss them amongst ourselves and add some diversity to the meme pool. Thinking “differently” about issues of sexuality – flexing sexual norms – is not only purposive in the ongoing struggle to achieve sexual justice, but creates a pretext for our continued examination of what it even means to be human.

    References

    1. Butler, Octavia E.  Mind of My Mind.  New York: Grand Central Publishing, 1977. Print
    2. Butler, Octavia E.  Dawn.  New York: Grand Central Publishing, 1987. Print
    3. Butler, Octavia E.  Fledgling.  New York: Grand Central Publishing, 2007. Print
    4. Butler, Octavia E. “Bloodchild.” Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine June 1984: 34-54. Print.
    5. Sophocles.  Oedipus Rex.  429 B.C.
    6. Fair, Freda.  “Eugenicism – The Construction of Queer Space in the Works of Octavia Butler and Samuel Delany”  Digital Commons at Macalester College, 2006. Print.
    7. Helford, Elyce R. “Would You Really Rather Die than Bear My Young?: The Construction of Gender, Race, and Species in Octavia E. Butler’s Bloodchild” African American Review 28.2 (1994): 259-71. Web. 17 May 2011.
    8. Cloud, John. “The Teen Brain: The More Mature, the More Reckless” Time.com. 02 Sept. 2009. Web. 07 Mar. 2011.
  • The Shortcomings of The Legend of Korra (Book 1: Air)

    As a huge fan of Avatar: The Last Airbender, I had high expectations for The Legend of Korra. And for the most part, the show delivered – certainly by virtue of its animation and in crafting a likeable (not to mention non-normative) protagonist in Korra.

    However, taken as a whole, the first season of Korra failed, because of what the creators seemed to be setting in motion – call it a promise of great things to come, even – and how they did not deliver on that promise by the season finale. I seem to be amongst a minority of fans who were dissatisfied with the ending, as some amongst the fandom claim to have “cried” at the resolution.

    Hm.

    Below I’ve broken down five plot points of the first season of Korra into “the setup” for those things suggested, hinted at, foreshadowed by the story – the unspoken promise, if you will, and “the delivery”, those things that were actually realized by the season finale. Mind you, with respect to the setup, it could simply be a case of me projecting “depth” or “meaning” upon the show that was never intended. But I choose to think that DiMartino and Konietzko do not graze these sort of things by chance.

    The Bender Supremacy

    The Setup

    There is a conflict between benders and non-benders, specifically around the power that benders wield, and often against non-benders, as in the case of the Triple Threat Triads. This was a great setup and it evoked themes of privilege and power that frequent the political landscape in the real world. This wasn’t just about a few bad benders misusing their powers, but practically about bending as an institution, one in which benders always have all the power.

    Triple Threat Triads extorting a non-bending shop owner
    Triple Threat Triads extorting a non-bending shop owner

    It wasn’t just the Triple Threat Triads, but the entire United Republic Council, and all 4 nations, are led by benders. Hell, even the delineation of nations – the Avatar world equivalent of ethnicity – was determined by bending, which is a bit strange given that so many people in each nation do not have any bending ability at all. And then, of course, there is the Avatar, the most powerful being on the planet, a real god-figure, by virtue of being the ultimate bender.

    The Delivery

    Throughout the first season, Korra fights against the Equalists in order to…well, what, exactly? Maintain the power and privilege of the benders? When she first arrived in the city, she gave some Triad bullies a real ass-kicking, showing her interest in defending the weak. Yet she spends the entire rest of the season fighting against the non-benders’ (ostensibly “the weak” in the Avatar universe) one movement to garner some agency for themselves.

    To deny people the opportunity to fight and defend themselves against oppression under the pretext that they should rely upon you as their savior is oppressive in itself. It suggests that these people can’t do anything on their own. Or that the efforts that they have put in place are useless, or worse, a threat. And this seemed to be the point that the show was making in the first episode, through the tongue-in-cheek moment between Korra and the Equalist announcer.

    Korra called out on being an oppressor
    Korra called out on being an oppressor

    Granted, Amon was the Avatar-world equivalent of a “terrorist”, and his methods were debatably cruel. Though, when I consider the fact that he could’ve killed benders instead of merely taking their abilities away, I have reservations about applying that label to him. There is also a sort of hypocrisy in benders wielding their power and influence against non-benders at every turn, while being critical and aggressive towards the one example where the reverse is true – or at least where it seemed to be. More on that later.

    Furthermore, while Korra and her bending allies were presented as the “right side” of the conflict, it was purely by virtue of her opposition to Amon’s extremism, not because she represented any peaceful alternative to solving the conflict. For that matter, there was no voice of reason speaking on behalf of the non-benders at all. Not one person, say, who saw fit to approach the all-bender council, or Korra, or call a meeting on their own, and offer a solution. Not for a lack of candidates, though.

    Amon’s Lieutenant, a legitimate representative of non-benders
    Amon’s Lieutenant, a legitimate representative of non-benders

    By the end of the first season, all that happened was that the Equalist revolution was crushed, and with it, any discussion of equality between benders and non-benders, which you’ll recall from the setup was the main conflict of the show. There was never any discussion of Amon’s ends, rather only his means, thereby leaving the main arc of the show unresolved.

    The Meaning of “Balance”

    The Setup

    Korra is a bender, but her foremost role is to maintain “balance” in the world. And as one non-bending citizen pointed out to her, she’s “their avatar, too”. Korra scoffed at the idea that bending itself was oppressive, until she saw it being used overtly to oppress non-benders during the episode “When Extremes Meet”. The setup here was that Korra was coming to the realization that in spite of her opposition to Amon, non-benders really had legitimate grounds for complaint.

    “You’re our Avatar too!”
    “You’re our Avatar too!”

    The Delivery

    Korra, in spite of being the quintessential representative of the institution of bending, had a strong sense of right and wrong, and did on at least two occasions stand against benders on behalf of non-benders. However, she only acted in the most extreme cases, and failed to address the systemic power discrepancy inherent to the relationship between benders and non-benders.

    There is a parallel here with the tendency of real world people of privilege to only address the extreme “isms” (of race, gender, etc) without looking at the structures that give rise to those extremes in the first place. And so long as people of privilege aren’t carrying out extreme acts, they delude themselves into thinking they are free of responsibility for any power disparities. The extremists become for them the “proof” that they are not a part of the problem.

    For Korra, so long as she is not using her bending to hurt non-benders, she is in the clear. Or so she seems to think. And except where she blatantly uses her power to oppress non-benders, as she does when she silences and bullies the Equalist announcer. By the end of the first season, Korra has done nothing to address her own complicity within the oppression of non-benders, or the problem at large.

    On top of that, there is an implicit statement that underprivileged people shouldn’t have a hand in their own liberation, but instead wait for those in power to decide to act on their behalf.

    Korra manhandles the Equalist announcer
    Korra manhandles the Equalist announcer

    Amon: The Answer to the Avatar

    The Setup

    Amon was the one person in the world seemingly with the power to put Korra and all benders in check, to “equalize” the playing field between benders and non-benders.

    Amon
    Amon

    He had so much promise due to his veiled identity, which set fans’ minds ablaze with possibilities for who Amon could be, and his true end game.

    The Delivery

    Amon had so much potential. He had a righteous cause, but questionable methods, the hallmark of any great anti-hero. A non-bender with the power to challenge benders, up to the most powerful of them all, the Avatar. He had the means and the drive to resolve the conflict that the Avatar could or would not. He had the potential to be both Korra’s greatest adversary and a powerful ally, like Zuko was for Aang.

    His hidden identity created all sorts of opportunities, from connecting this series to Airbender, to him being a controversial character of some sort. He did end up being controversial, but in a rather dull way.

    Back when speculations ran wild over Amon’s identity, the more sober voices amongst the fandom urged us to accept the possibility that Amon was a new character, rather than one whose identity was an important plot point. That actually would have been fine, because Amon’s motives and abilities and extremism were all enough to make him a compelling character without riding the coattails of Airbender, or tying him to any other character in the show.

    But the creators not only decided instead to tie him to another character, but to one of the least interesting ones, and one in whom the audience was the least invested. Or was that just me? Tarrlok was at best a worthy side plot, but even then one that relied upon a past context that the show had to take the time to establish.

    If Yakone had been some character we had really gotten to know or care about, Tarrlok would’ve been more interesting by proxy. Tying Amon to Tarrlok and Yakone, neither of which were that interesting or well developed, seemed like a contrivance. I didn’t understand why, if there was going to be any tie to the past, and to Aang, it wouldn’t have been to a more familiar character. I mean, really, who the hell was Yakone? He could’ve been anyone for all he really mattered within the continuum of the Avatar universe.

    The mere fact that Amon’s entire backstory had to be laid out in the second-to-last episode indicates that there had been little foundation laid for him throughout the season. It was just poor and last minute character development.

    Young Amon. Once known as…Noa-who now?
    Young Amon. Once known as…Noa-who now?

    Ultimately, Amon had little connection to the larger arc of the story, to Korra, to the Avatar in general, and as we find out, to his own cause. The fact that he was a bender again suggests that non-benders can’t have either power or agency of their own and must rely upon benders to “save” them. This is a real failure in plotting, character development, and in theme.

    The Trouble With Airbending

    The Setup

    Korra easily masters Water, Earth, and Fire, but struggles with Air, because it is the element most opposed to her personality.

    Korra fails to Airbend
    Korra fails to Airbend

    We saw the same thing with Aang and his struggle to master Earth. It would be particularly interesting to see hot-headed Korra learn the sort of patience and “go with the flow” mentality required to learn airbending.

    The Delivery

    Korra’s inability to master air was, at best, a tertiary side plot. While it could’ve – and should’ve – been a running theme throughout the season, we only ever caught glimpses of her failure or progress, such as the comic Air trial that Tenzin put her through early on, or when she randomly started executing Airbender moves during the Pro-bending match. There was no indication that her inability to master Air was connected to the larger arc of the show, which is especially bad given that there was such ample opportunity to do so. For example, as mentioned above, Korra’s approach to stopping the Equalist movement was to meet force with force, to overlook all the nuance of the conflict and just crush the rebellion. Certainly Amon’s extremism pushed her hand, but there was never even an inclination on her part to search for a more peaceable solution.

    Aang side-by-side with Zuko, his former adversary
    Aang side-by-side with Zuko, his former adversary

    Aang, foremost an Airbender, and Korra’s diametric opposite, would’ve immediately looked for that solution. He would’ve tried to evade the Equalists’ aggression and counter with kindness and diplomacy. While I did not expect Korra to suddenly invoke Aang (funny that she ends up literally doing that, though), I had hoped that she would’ve drawn from the personality required for Airbending to help her resolve the conflict. There would’ve been an easy parallel between both lessons: how to resolve a conflict without force, and how to Airbend, a technique that cannot be forced.

    Korra airbends for the first time
    Korra airbends for the first time

    And how does Korra ultimately manage to Airbend? Out of desperation, and having no other power to draw upon, she spontaneously just…does it. Nothing in the lore around Airbending connects it to feelings of desperation. The Avatar State, yes, so I could’ve seen her drawing upon that power as she feared for Mako’s life, but Airbending? No. It really didn’t make any sense. There was no connection between all of her struggles and progress with the art, and her ultimately being able to unleash the power. She practically “forced” the air out, which doesn’t match up with the show’s themes at all.

    Physical vs. Spiritual

    The Setup

    Korra is a powerful physical bender, but unlike Aang, has no connection to the spiritual side. Again, being the Avatar is all about “balance” and so Korra learning to tap into her spiritual side was of critical importance to the show and to her characterization.

    Through her flashbacks of Aang, we see glimmers of a budding connection to the spirit world, but the question lingered of how it would be fully realized.

    Korra meditates on her past life
    Korra meditates on her past life

    The Delivery

    Finally, Korra had no connection to the spiritual side, being a purely physical bender. Like her trouble with Airbending, this dilemma could’ve been resolved by weaving it into the larger story arc. It also struck me as odd that one of Korra’s primary weaknesses was also an ability that her main protagonist claimed to have. As I mentioned in my theory about Amon’s identity, the opportunity was ripe for a plot tie-in to the spirit world. But it never happened. Not only didn’t it happen, but the potential in Amon’s connection to the spirit world was squandered as it turned out he was plain lying about it.

    And how does Korra finally connect to the spirit world? By running off in a bout of existential angst, crying alone, and somehow spontaneously summoning the spirit of Aang. What? All that build-up around the flashbacks, her learning the value of meditation, and none of that even comes into play? By “being emotional” – and I’m not even going to touch how that’s problematic around expectations for female characters – she suddenly develops an ability that had been completely closed off to her before?

    Korra tear-bends
    Korra tear-bends

    First of all, that doesn’t even make sense. Aang never made contact with the spirit world through “being emotional”. He meditated. Intense emotion did on the other hand invoke the Avatar State, but that’s not how it played out for Korra – even though there was an opportunity for it in the showdown against Amon as I mentioned earlier. Second, it wasn’t the first time Korra got emotional. She had numerous emotional outbursts, and at least one other distinct moment of feeling helpless and afraid – when she learned about Amon’s ability to take away bending. Why was it in this particular “emotional” moment that Aang came to her? It was pretty arbitrary, except for the fact that it was in the last 3 minutes of the season, and the conflict still needed a resolution.

    Korra makes contact with her past lives
    Korra makes contact with her past lives

    And speaking of resolutions. Really, the entire crisis of benders having their powers taken away, not to mention the flipside of it – what that meant for the power dynamic between them and non-benders – was resolved in the final minute? Korra goes from being a zero on the spiritual scale to being able to evoke the Avatar State at will, and know enough about operating within that state to unlock everyone’s sealed bending abilities?

    Korra enters the Avatar state

    She accomplished in one emotional moment what it took Aang – who, mind you, was already spiritually inclined – nearly three entire seasons to learn. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. And I’m sorry, but I do not buy that Korra is a shorter and more concise show, and therefore had to fit more story into a smaller space. Because Pro-bending? The Korra-Mako-Asami love triangle fiasco? All unnecessary sidetracks from the main arc, and little more than filler. I am not opposed to either plot element, but I do take issue with the main arc being crumpled like an accordion in order to make room for something that was mostly irrelevant.

    Conclusion

    If it isn’t clear by now, I was extremely disappointed in the first season of The Legend of Korra – or at least in its resolution. While I recognize that I had high expectations, those expectations are the result of Avatar: The Last Airbender being a stroke – many strokes – of sheer creative genius. What I wanted from Korra was nothing that Konietzko and DiMartino hadn’t already proved to me that they were capable of providing. And I honestly don’t think that my expectations were unreasonable.

    Even if one disagrees on one or multiple particular points, even the most out-of-their-mind-fanatical supporters of Korra have to recognize that something was missing. Maybe some of this will be addressed in the second season, but if the first was any indication, and the near-unanimous acclaim by fans suggests to the creators that they were, in fact, on the right track, then my new expectations are very low.

    The Legend of Korra hasn’t lost me yet, but unless it makes a dramatic turnaround from first season’s shortcomings, it will register as little more than a blip — albeit a gorgeously animated and musically scored blip — on the radar of good television.

  • Who Fears Death and the High Concept of Fate

    Who Fears Death and the High Concept of Fate

    High concept, as best I understand it, refers to a story in which the ideas underlying the plot take precedence, perhaps even to the detriment of character development.  Star Wars is sometimes cited as an example, as with its epic space-battles, Empire vs. Resistance theme, and surplus of action and adventure, there was little room – especially given the time limitations of the film medium – for character development.  Yet Star Wars was successful for its concept, one that spawned many a spin-off, from comic books to video games, not to mention the six films.

    Certainly high concept and character development need not be mutually exclusive, as evidenced by Nnedi Okorafor’s Who Fears Death.  I anticipate that many will argue my classification of the book as high concept at all.  Who Fears Death is a speculative fiction novel set in post-apocalyptic Sudan. The apocalypse is so “post” in fact, that we never learn, nor does it even matter, what circumstances brought about the end of the world we know, replacing it with a seemingly endless expanse of desert and a peppering of ruined technology.

    The focus, instead, is on the future.  The narrator, Onyesonwu, is about to be stoned to death, and she is recounting the tale of how she came to be in that situation.  As the readers, we are permanently invested in how the story’s present will lead to those circumstances, and as such are pulled along towards an inevitable conclusion.

    This made for an interesting narrative strategy, because while on the one hand it created a sense of urgency and anxiety, there was also a loss of suspense, because regardless of what dangerous circumstances found her, we could disregard anything that did not lead Onyesonwu to the execution chamber.  There was the prevailing sense that like in the Great Book heralded by the people of the story, everything that was to happen was already written.  Of course, literally, every story we read is already written, or there would be no book, but that sense is not necessarily present in the reading.  This kind of thing is often subverted when the narrator’s own expectations are defied for how things will ultimately play out.  But in Who Fears Death, there was the sense of an inescapable fate.  One perhaps, preordained by an almighty force.

    Coming back to the idea of “high concept”, Who Fears Death, for its fatalistic structure, could have easily fallen into the trap of giving the overall plot precedence over the characters.  Yet, on the contrary, the vast majority of the book was spent developing the characters as they traveled – no, were pulled along – towards their fate.

    We come to regard Onyesonwu as a woman of indomitable will and purpose, yet in spite of that, the sense prevails that for all her strength, there is nothing at all that she can do to avoid her fate.  The story – the concept – is in fact, stronger, and no matter how she struggles, she is to be merely whipped about in the figurative sandstorm.  The prospect of Onyesonwu’s death hangs heavily over the entire story, reinforced by the characters’ own awareness of their fate by way of prophetic visions.  It becomes almost oppressive in its inevitability.

    Yet Who Fears Death is a study in contrasts, because while the characters are ruled by their circumstances, they are developed into fully-realized, living, breathing, believable people.  It may be for this reason that the tension created by the sense of unavoidable fate is so strong, because most of us do not subscribe to such fatalistic notions, and so therefore neither should those characters with which we identify.

    There is also a contrast that comes as the plot itself is turned on its head by the actions of the characters.  Before she is executed, Onyesonwu manages to “rewrite” the Great Book – and again, how this happens seems to be completely beyond her control – in the process altering the fate of the world and its characters in subtle ways.  Ways that left room for the changes to be perceived by those who were attuned to such things – as were other sorcerers like Onyesonwu herself.

    The novel ends with a rewrite of the first chapter, in which Onyesonwu is not stoned to death, but rather destroys her captors and escapes, heading off in search of those she had lost: her lover, her friends, who fate had cruelly wrested from her before taking her life.  But could they, who died before the point of revision, still live elsewhere, in a world literally outside of the story told in the Great Book? Perhaps.

    This interplay between fate and self-determination, the meta-concept of a novel about a Great Book that once rewritten changes the structure of the novel itself, is an absolute mind-fuck, albeit a good one.  And it is for this reason that I would call Who Fears Death a high concept novel.  Yet for the precedence of its ideas, it remains a book full of strong characterizations, ones that both determine and are determined by the course of the narrative.

  • One Note of Discord Amongst the Waves

    One Note of Discord Amongst the Waves

    Follow the Waves, written by Amal El-Mohtar, and collected in the Lesbian Steampunk anthology Steam-Powered, is a story filled with gorgeous, rhythmic language, of the sort to be expected from someone who is a poet first.  It seems that nearly every paragraph is layered with multiple meanings, and contain phrases that we could even call verses, which work as well as metaphor as at face value.  Sometimes the language blends the senses together – overlapping sounds with visuals, feelings with scents or flavors – yet without any real adjustment required by the reader.

    The world El-Mohtar has crafted is one in which gems are cut and carved in such a way as to facilitate people having dreams tailored to their specifications.  Yet, of course there is a necessary disparity in perception between dreamer and crafter, and so Hessa – a dreamcrafter and protagonist of the story – sometimes must imagine the unfamiliar, through a synthesis of her own experiences.

    One particular dream, for an important client, required her to create a backdrop along the sea.  But, having never visited the sea, and furthermore averse to the very description of it, Hessa struggles with the crafting of the gem.  Not until she has a chance encounter with a woman named Nahla, who apart from the norms of this particular society wears her hair in loose waves instead of in the braids that indicate one’s profession and/or station, is Hessa able to successfully carve a vision of the sea into the gem.

    This very concept evokes the poetic sensory oscillation that I referred to earlier, with a woman’s hair able to inspire a vision of the sea, which in turn is embedded into a gem, to be experienced within the dreams of yet another.  The title “Follow the Waves” is particularly poignant for me, as waves make me think first of frequencies, rhythms – manifest in matter or energy, as sound, shape, taste, or the movement of water.

    Something as abstract as these waves could indeed be transmitted between the structure of the Nahla’s hair, Hessa’s interpretation retrieved from the light bouncing off of it, rendered physically in the gem, and perhaps echoed along some unconscious frequency to occupy the dreams of the client.

    It is this concept of waves that carries throughout the story, flowing with its own rhythm through El-Mohtar’s poetic language.  Take for instance the following passage, in which Hessa crafts a dream for a client while masturbating to the memory of Nahla for inspiration:

    Hessa ground a cabochon with her right hand while her left slid between her legs, rocking her to the memory of long fingers she built into feathers, sprouted to wings just as she moaned a spill of warm honey and weightlessness.  Afterwards she felt ashamed.  She thought, surely someone would notice – surely, some dreamer would part the veils of ecstasy in their sleep and find her burning behind them.

    We start with the visual of Hessa grinding the stone with one hand, pleasuring herself with the other. El-Mohtar’s language oscillates effortlessly back and forth between the physical, the concrete, and the abstract, with the touch of long fingers becoming the idea of feathers taking flight.  Then, again, as we return to the physical sensation of orgasm – weightlessness – and the taste and temperature of warm honey.

    The “parting of the veils of ecstasy”, exposing Hessa’s moment of indignity, also evokes the parting of her legs, behind which she is physically burning with the pleasure of orgasm.  All of this without any breaks in the rhythm of the language, nor in the continuity of the narrative.  On the contrary, it is beautiful use of a physical metaphor to describe an abstract sensation.

    Later in the story, Hessa meets Nahla face to face, who accuses her of co-opting her unconscious self – her dream persona – and using her as toy for Hessa’s own pleasure.  Here again El-Mohtar plays with the idea of waves, now not only transmitted between physical and abstract mediums, but across the realm of the collective unconscious.  It suggests a continuity that challenges our idea of discrete phenomena, which may be mere waves in a continuous universal rhythm more so than individual things defined by physical or conceptual boundaries.

    It is quite an achievement to maintain such a rhythm, both conceptually and linguistically, and El-Mohtar does it for pages more until a sudden, jarring note creates a disruption.

    “Yes.” She smirked, and there was something cruel in the bright twist of it.

    There it is, one word – smirk – a single note of discord in an otherwise beautiful rhythm.  “Smirk” is an ugly word, at least for me, both visually and phonetically jarring to the point where I refuse to even use it any of my own writing.  Not only is it an ugly word, it is an ugly gesture, one that expresses an ugly mindset, or at least a moment of ugly thinking.  So smug and facetious and condescending and self-important all contained within the twist of a mouth.  I can even hear a certain sound – an ugly “hmph” that goes along with it.

    Were this my story, or were I the editor, I would have suggested that El-Mohtar exclude it altogether, and merely infer the smirk through the “cruel twist of the mouth”.  I might, in a moment of pretention, suggest that this would be more showing than telling.  But as a reader, it occurs to me that this note of discord might have been intentional, that the jarring sensation it created was precisely the point.

    Up to this moment, Hessa had found a rhythm of her own, precipitated upon her fantasies of Nahla.  The thing about fantasies, though, is that they project virtues and merits upon people and objects that may not truly be reflected in those people or objects themselves.  Indeed Hessa not only projects her fantasy upon Nahla, she molds her with it, carving and shaping her like she does her gems.  In this way she is able to sustain the rhythm of her workflow, which the reader experiences through El-Mohtar’s use of language.

    Then Hessa’s encounter with Nahla is itself jarring, a clashing of fantasy and reality that fractures both.  Nahla is not the beautiful, sensual, accommodating lover of Hessa’s dreams, but a rather coarse and abrasive woman, revealed with no greater clarity than in the instant of her smirk.  The disruption the word creates for the reader parallels Hessa’s own discordant experience with Nahla.

    Now it is quite possible that this entire analysis is the result of my hypersensitivity to language, and the projection of my own philosophical ideas onto El-Mohtar’s narrative.  But in that her word choice seemed so perfect, so precise, and so rhythmic throughout the story, and given the prevailing concept of waves – oscillating between the language of the writer and the sensory interpretations of the reader – I am almost certain that the smirk was chosen purposefully.

    Although it is prose, El-Mohtar’s story functions more like a poem in that the aesthetic and layers of concept and meaning take precedence over the plot, which actually ends at a point where I crave to know what happens next.  Yet for that reason it loses nothing for ending the way it does, instead giving readers the opportunity to go back over the story in their heads, to play in its textures and folds, to hear and feel its rhythm, and indeed to follow the waves.

  • The Misrepresentation of the Magical Negro

    The Misrepresentation of the Magical Negro

    John Coffey in The Green Mile.  Cash in The Family Man.  Bagger Vance in The Legend of Bagger Vance.  These are just a few of the magical negro archetypes that have appeared in American fiction, particularly films, for decades.

    Will Smith as Bagger Vance

    For anyone unfamiliar with the term, magical negro refers to a black character, who often by virtue of some magical or spiritual power helps the white protagonist through some personal challenge or crisis.  The magical negro is seldom developed as a character in his or her own right, and often adheres to a number of different stereotypes.  The character of Bagger Vance is particularly ironic given that the film is named after him, yet we never learn anything about him, and once he has fulfilled his role as purveyor of the white protagonist’s salvation or redemption, he disappears just as suddenly as he came.

    Because the character is not developed, the audience does not really get the opportunity to peer into the magical negro’s thoughts, their concerns, their own personal take on the events as they transpire.  One might wonder what would happen to the truly self-aware magical negro, and by that I mean one who is aware of the archetype and his or her own adherence to it.

    Nnedi Okorafor’s Magical Negro presents an unnamed fantasy world, perhaps even an alternative Earth.  Given that the main character’s name is Thor the Brave, Okorafor evokes Norse mythology, and makes it plain that the main character is white, with his “long blonde hair blowing in the breeze”.

    It is one of the oldest clichés that the “forces of darkness” will set upon that which is good and “light”. In a medium where the heroes are most often white and characters of color – especially black characters – are reduced to plot devices, and in a society where power is designated along lines of “light” and “dark”, the old trope is necessarily racialized.

    Poor Thor the Brave stands at the brink of death – literally, as he stands at the edge of a cliff, with malevolent shadow creatures approaching his back to destroy him.  Then out of nowhere – at least not anywhere important enough for us to know in any detail – a black man appears and attempts to explain to Thor how he can save himself, by tapping into the power within his own heart.  Shortly thereafter, the shadow creatures fall upon the black man and pierce him through the chest.

    Here, Okorafor points the finger at another popular Hollywood tradition: killing off the black character first, and before s/he has a chance to develop.  These two conventions complement each other so well, it is a wonder that they are not used together more often.  Perhaps that is where Hollywood draws the line; after all, they wouldn’t want to be seen as ham-fisted in their approach.  No, never that.

    But Okorafor’s story takes a dramatic turn, as the magical negro has a moment of self-awareness.  He dismisses the shadow creatures with a stern rebuke, then turns to Thor with some choice words:

    “Look…fuck you.”  Then he looked up at the blue sky and said, “My ass comes here to save his ass and after I tell him what he needs to do, I get sixed?  Whatchu think I am?  Some fuckin’ shuckin’, jivin’, happy Negro still dying for the massa ‘cause my life ain’t worth shit?”

    The Magical Negro then proceeds to use his unexplained powers to magically toss Thor off the cliff to his death.  He breaks the fourth wall, warning the reader that things are about to change, that the end is nigh for the mystical black sacrificial lamb.

    One can only hope that while Hollywood continues to use the Magical Negro archetype, that there will be a parallel stream of stories where characters of color get their due.  After all, I certainly would pay the price of admission for a film about such a bombastic character, especially as he goes off in pursuit of “Hobbits, castles, Rastas, dragons, juke joints, princesses and shit.”

  • Old Gods, New Gods, and the Battle for Brain Space

    Old Gods, New Gods, and the Battle for Brain Space

    American Gods, a novel by Neil Gaiman, depicts a metaphorical war between the gods of the old world and the gods of the new.  It begins as the main character, Shadow, is set to be paroled after three years in prison for assault.  Tragically, only two days before his release, he learns that his wife was killed in a car accident.  Out of prison, and with no real home to return to, he is approached by a man calling himself “Mr.  Wednesday”, who offers him a job as his assistant.  Apprehensive at first Shadow takes the job, not realizing that he is setting in motion a complicated series of events which will determine the fate of the American consciousness.

    For Gaiman, the gods themselves are born of human thought; they evolve through changes in telling and retelling of their stories.  Selective pressures determine their form and their viability at any given time in the collective consciousness.  Just as certain organisms are more fit for survival based upon their relationship to the surrounding environment – i.e. natural selection – gods become viable or unfit with respect to the mental climate of a society or culture.

    Some gods are the “offspring” of other gods, as opposed to evolutions, because a story retold and altered as it travels may remain the same where it originated, resulting in two separate but related forms of the same god – parents and children.

    For example, the “Father” of the Christian trinity, often depicted as an old European man in the heavens, can be seen as an evolution of the Greek Zeus, who also wore a long white beard and resided in the sky.  Likewise the figure of Jesus Christ is a conglomeration of various figures who preceded him.  He is an evolution of the “Godman”, present throughout many mythological traditions, who dies and is resurrected.  Some of his analogues include Osiris of Egypt and Dionysus of Greece.  And it was Odin, like Jesus, who was also crucified and his side pierced with a spear.  The conflation of myths to create the story of Jesus is discussed in detail in Jesus and the Lost Goddess by Timothy Freke and Peter Gandy:

    Jewish Gnostics combined the Exodus initiation myth of the Jewish Christ Moses-Jesus and the initiation myths of the pagan Godman Osiris-Dionysus to create a unique synthesis we know as the gospel of Jesus Christ. (Freke & Gandy, 18)

    It is possible too, although no historical evidence exists to support it, that the evolving myth incorporated the account of a real life person crucified around the time he was said to have lived in order to lend it greater validity.  Ultimately, though, whether or not the “Son” or the “Father” actually exist, how they manifest in the consciousness of their believers is likely to differ from their physical or metaphysical reality.  They become, for each believer, a subjective phenomenon, as evidenced by the many different interpretations or depictions in art.

    This concept of gods as creations – even extensions – of human consciousness is not a new one, and is in fact well established within the psychology of religion.  For every person or society, the god or gods in some way embody their culture and the different aspects of their environment as they perceive it.

    In this way, the existence of gods is cyclical and somewhat paradoxical, sharing a self-same identity with those who believe.  Even an almighty creator god itself stems from the minds of those it was said to have created.

    There is a blurring of the line between metaphor and reality as the gods have real physical world manifestations.  These gods are not the all-seeing, all-knowing entities one may expect.  On the contrary, they are depicted as mortal, vulnerable, and live much like human beings – holding jobs, forming relationships, eating, sleeping, and dying.  It is quite novel to see the legendary All-Father, Odin, cast as a lecherous and manipulative con man, or the Egyptian God of Death, Anubis, working as a coroner.

    Many gods and supernatural beings, both popular and obscure – make an appearance, such as Kali and Ganesha of India, Anansi of West Africa, leprechauns from Ireland, Anubis and Thoth from Egypt, and djinni from the Middle East.  Gaiman then introduces the “new gods”, such as Media – a woman in heavy makeup so perfect as to be unreal, Television – taking on the form of a generic celebrity personality, and Internet – an arrogant fat kid one might picture as the head of a successful dot-com business.  More or less anything that has dominated the American consciousness is represented as a god – be it a new technology such as drugs, railroads, cars, and airplanes – or important changes in the way people live.

    Anything that dominates mental space, so as to inspire reverence or devotion, can be a “god”.  A television can even be seen as an altar, and indeed people plant themselves in front of them on specific daily schedules.  They make sure not to miss their favorite programs, showing the same kind of rigorous devotion as a person who regularly attends church on a given day.  As such, the deities draw their power and thrive, or weaken and perish, on the strength of their adherents’ beliefs.

    “So, yeah, Jesus does pretty good over here [in America].  But I met a guy who said he saw him hitchhiking by the side of the road in Afghanistan and nobody was stopping to give him a ride.  You know? It all depends on where you are.” (Gaiman, p. 208)

    The American incarnations of the old world gods were carried within the minds of people who migrated from Europe, Asia, and Africa, but who maintained their traditions.  In time, however, as cultures collided, blended, or were altogether displaced, many of the gods were lost to time, and in effect, succumbed to death.  They are being steadily displaced with each new evolution in American culture, from the proliferation of the railroads during the industrial revolution to the advent of mass communication in the 20th century.  Although most people would not acknowledge it, Gaiman points out that there are strong similarities between the worship of traditional deities at altars, and the common American practice of sacrificing time and devotion to the television.

    While American Gods has all the excitement and suspense of an actual and even believable war between gods, it is in fact an allegory for the struggle between thought-phenomena for the right to occupy people’s minds.

    Religions are, by definition, metaphors after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you – even perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.  (Gaiman, p.  508)

    The central idea of the book is that as societies change, advancing culturally and technologically, there is less time or “brain space” for old customs and old beliefs.  The story takes place in the United States, which is becoming an increasingly secular society.  Gaiman conveys the capriciousness of the American consciousness, how at ever-diminishing intervals, our minds shift from one paradigm to the next; religion for new age spirituality, books for television, newspapers and radio for internet.  Only the ideas – here represented by gods – with the ability to change with the times can even hope to survive.

    Shadow in many ways represents the iconic American.  He is noticeably large and physically intimidating, ethnically ambiguous, superficially simple, and yet deceptively intelligent.  Story-wise he is the son of a human woman and the god, Odin, perhaps a reference to the duality between this nation’s religiosity and modernity.  He also represents the minds of all Americans, who are often forced to find a middle ground between old ideals with new ones created by rapid changes in society and culture.

    He is first recruited by Odin as a crucial ally for the old world gods, as they make their bid for survival in an ever-changing world.  The conflict comes to a head when Odin is killed by the new gods, but as Shadow eventually discovers, the whole affair was an elaborate scheme – a “two man con” – perpetrated by Loki, along with Odin himself.  His death, which he knew to be only temporary, was the final push the old world gods needed to engage in all-out war with the new.

    After crossing over to the new world, the American incarnation of Odin weakened with time, as the devotion of his followers diminished.  Gods after all are subjective thought phenomena and manifest through the actions of those who believe in them.  As they enter the collective consciousness, meaning that multiple – even many – people agree on the details, their ability to influence the world increases.  But for Odin in the United States there were no more of the sacrifices of old, or wars fought in his name.  Odin was a god of death, one who was therefore empowered by sacrifice, and in order to sustain himself, he orchestrated a master plan.

    The war between the old world gods and the new world gods would inevitably be a massacre, with great casualties on both sides.  Loki would dedicate the battle to Odin, ensuring that each death restored the All-Father’s strength.  Loki himself, who thrived on chaos, stood to gain just as much power from the war itself.  Parallels could be drawn between this scheme and the many battles – both physical and ideological – fought in the name of religion throughout history in order to sustain one creed or another.

    Unfortunately for Odin and Loki, Shadow discovers the plan, and eventually becomes the arbiter between both sides, convincing them that the war itself is pointless, and will only serve to sustain unnecessary conflict.  As Shadow manages to avert the catastrophe, Gaiman’s message seems to be that modern secularism does not have to be at odds with traditional spirituality or religiosity in the human consciousness, that the brain has ample capacity for both.

    Reality is not so much different from Gaiman’s epic tale.  Consider a holy war in which two opposing sides each believe that their god exists, and that the god of the other side does not.  And this is why they are fighting.  Whether or not either god “exists” is irrelevant, because so long as there are believers, and they think that violence is their only recourse, they will be driven to continue such a war indefinitely.

    The mind truly is a battleground, with a war occurring on the small scale within every individual, as in the case of the seminary student who tries to reconcile his commonly held beliefs with obvious contradictions in history or scripture, or the atheist who cannot fully dismiss the sense of wonder that nature inspires to mere mechanical selection.  The battle also takes place macrocosmically in the public consciousness, as different denominations disagree on the specific details of their gods, or debate on how or whether or not they should be invoked towards political ends.

    The very idea that something like a television or a celebrity could be observed with the same reverence as a god may fly in the face of traditional religious perspectives, but the very nature of religion as a cultural phenomenon is often to adapt to changes in the global consciousness of its adherents.  This is the very point of the book, that as the battle for “brain space” rages on, with each new scientific innovation, new interpretations of history, shifts in culture and society, we must reconcile these changes with the deep-seated desire in all of us to hold on to some part of our pasts.  Whether or not our ancient gods projected themselves from the collective unconscious, or later became rationalizations of our emerging interpretations of the surrounding environment is a question that may be an end in itself, rather than one that even needs an answer.

  • Telepathy, Shapeshifting, and the Locus of the Self

    Telepathy, Shapeshifting, and the Locus of the Self

    Octavia E. Butler was renowned amongst science fiction authors for many reasons, from the literary content of her work to her implicit commentary on society to her stretching the usual tropes to the point of snapping.  She proves that while there may be “no more original stories”, there remain ways to revisit familiar elements with a fresh pair of eyes and give them new life.

    An example of this can be found in her novel Wild Seed, the protagonist of which is a shapeshifter – hardly anything new in the realm of fantasy, but perhaps not so common to science fiction.  What Butler does with her shapeshifter – Anyanwu – however, is completely uncommon, in that she deeply considers all of the implications of what it means to even be a shifter, the full parameters of that ability.

    The analogue that comes to mind is the wind elemental, who will of course control currents of air, maybe fashion them into slicing wind blades.  But how many will manipulate air to create a vacuum around an opponent to suffocate him, or in combat with a fire elemental, simply withdraw the oxygen from the flames and render him powerless?  Authors tend to delve into only the most superficial aspects of a given phenomenon, which is what makes them worn and trite.

    Butler describes Anyanwnu’s abilities this way:

    And you have not understood how completely that one body can change. I cannot leave it as you can, but I can make it over. I can make it over so completely in the image of someone else that I am no longer truly related to my parents. It makes me wonder what I am – that I can do this and still know myself, still return to my true shape. [p. 198]

    As a shapeshifter, Anyanwu has complete control of her body down to the smallest unit.  We see her perform the expected, such as transforming into other people, or even animals.  But we also come to understand that because aging is entirely a physical process, Anyanwu for her ability to control all such processes, is also in fact, an immortal.  For this, she has lived thousands of years, and countless different lives.  In the particular situation above, Anyanwu is discussing how she transformed from an African woman to a white man.

    The setting was the southern United States in 1840, a time when as an African woman, she would have been enslaved.  She invented the identity of a white man and even purchased other enslaved people under the pretense that she would own them herself, only to instead create a sort of egalitarian commune in the midst of a time and place that such a thing should have been impossible.

    Furthermore, she was married to a white woman, one who for her own special abilities, became fully aware of who and what Anyanwu really was – that is, a black woman – and loved her just the same.  In the above section, Anyanwu is further clarifying her abilities within the context of an offer she made to her wife, to transform herself so completely into a white man that they may have children.  However, during the time, a white woman who gave birth to black children was looked upon with scorn, “becomes almost an animal in the eyes of other whites”.

    Under normal circumstances, Anyanwu only changes her outer appearance, but in this case she was willing – and able – to transform her very DNA, although this term was not yet known, to give her wife white children.  In the end, the wife recognized the implications of such a change for Anyanwu, that she would be asking her to be something completely other than herself, invalidating her worth as a human being.  The compromise was instead, for the two not to have children at all, and instead continue caring for the greater community as their family.

    But the above passage also raises an interesting question about the content of  “self”.  If a person were able to transform themselves down to their very DNA, yet still somehow maintain their concept of self, how exactly do we define such a quantity?  It would seem to me that, as Susan Blackmore discusses in her book The Meme Machine, that self is merely a collection of mutually benefitting ideas – memes – which in the spirit of preservation enter into a sort of collaboration, defining “self” within the brain of the human being.

    This concept of self as a collection of interchangeable parts is consistent with our existential freedom to “reinvent” ourselves, once we recognize that we have the ability to do so.  We can change how we interface with others, our outward appearance, our language, our gender, even to a point our “race” – at least with respect to our own internal concept of self, apart, if not completely removed from the perceptions of others.

    The character with whom Anyanwu is speaking is another immortal, Doro, who although he cannot shapeshift, is a telepath with the ability to transfer himself from one body to another, “overwriting” the “soul” of the person who occupies the body and in effect killing them.  His nature is an anathema to Anyanwu and forms much of the central conflict between them.

    Wild Seed, which is part of Butler’s Patternmaster series of novels, does not get around to explaining the nature of Doro’s power, though most – including Anyanwu – believe him to be some sort of devil or spirit.  However, knowing Octavia Butler to be a science-fiction writer, and one who always goes beyond the usual expectations for the genre, I suspect he is something far more complex.

    I suspect that Anyanwu’s understanding of her own abilities and the implicit question of self offers some insight into Doro as well.  It is my hypothesis that Doro is actually telepathically imprinting all of his knowledge, memories, and aspects of his personality – that is, the contents of his “self” – into the mind of the new host.  He is, in terms of the body he originally occupied, his DNA, everything physical about him, long dead.  But he manages to preserve himself by proxy, through a transference of “self” as a collection of memes.

    If my theory proves to be true – although I actually suspect the above hints may be all Butler is willing to give, leaving readers to extrapolate for ourselves – it is yet another example of how the standard elements of speculative fiction can be infused with new life, so as to seem like entirely new concepts.  In a sense, Butler shows us that whatever “self” defines the genre, is subject to the same existential transformation we see in Anyanwu and Doro.

  • Coyote Kings and the High Cost of Civilization

    The Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad by Minister Faust is a complex work of fiction, from which it is difficult to pull a single unifying thread.  Philosophical, historical, literary, political, and pop cultural references abound, such that it offers a connection point for many different audiences, while at the same time potentially losing others in the sheer volume of proprietary information – that is, exclusive to certain academic or cultural spheres.

    For this, any attempt to “close read” a small sample of such a dense work risks overlooking just how many themes Faust is tackling – from the importance of brotherhood (specifically intimate male-male bonding without the false-necessity of homosexuality and subsequent stigmatization), to the little-discussed political motives of crack-cocaine distribution.

    Minister Faust also evokes the parallel between the destroyer impulse and the advance of civilization – the latter usually attributed to mankind’s collective creativity.  It is this theme that I will explore, through the lens of Heinz Meaney, one of Coyote Kings’ primary antagonists.

    The World Man whose skull becomes sky and whose bones become mountains after he is murdered by his children – the Green Man whose body is seed becoming spring growth and summer harvest after assassination at the hands of his brother – the Sacrifice Man made of flesh but who is a woodworker nailed directly onto wood (as if the ancient code makers could not have been more clear) and whose followers wear a model of the device that murdered Him like a talisman (only incomprehensible if one neglects the core revelation) – is the earth-god who must die so that Its children may live upon Its flesh… [p. 530]

    Meaney is a man who seeks the power to dominate and devour the rest of mankind to stand at what he projects to be the pinnacle of human evolution.  To that end he destroys lives – through murder, manipulation, theft, deceit, even literally cannibalizing others.  The “core revelation” of which he speaks is that it is through the lens of the “grotesque” that humans can truly understand the driving force behind both civilization and human evolution.  Not just the pain of initiation into any number of social groups or status echelons, but how great advancement for the one has often come at the literal “sacrifice” of an other.  He offers the alternate interpretation of the story of Cain and Abel, suggesting that Cain was in fact rewarded for his sacrifice of his brother, as from Cain sprouted civilization – again regarded as the gauge of human evolution.

    Truly it is a strange – indeed grotesque – practice for Christians to wear the symbol of their savior’s destruction, under the pretext that it was through his suffering that mankind was redeemed from Original Sin.  It is ironic, too, that Christians have often turned their noses up or pointed accusatory fingers down at faiths which practice animal and human sacrifice, while celebrating the sacrifice of their own religion’s central figure.  Their hypocrisy is enabled by the purely bogus distinction between “sacrifice” and “martyrdom”.

    In casting Heinz as a rather detestable antagonist, Minister Faust seems to be suggesting that we look at civilization in a different light.  That perhaps we should look at it not so much for the boons it has granted humankind, but with respect to the oft-forgotten sacrifices – of human labor, flesh, and spirit – which make up its foundation.

    Heinz speaks of the advances in medicine founded upon the sacrifice of animals and says that we are not likely to discard them on account of the millions of human lives they have saved.  He also mentions discoveries made through torture in Japan and China, and mass murder in the Jewish holocaust.

    I was reminded of Naomi Klein’s The Shock Doctrine, wherein she lays out in explicit detail the shock treatment practices of torturer-psychologists, which were intended to unmake the victim and make his mind fertile for new suggestion.  Klein draws a parallel between the shock treatment of individuals and the shock tactics employed against entire nations, the latter of which – not so coincidentally – often directly incorporated the former.  The series of military coups in South America in the 1960s and 1970s, in which countless dissenters were executed, created such a “shock” to the public consciousness that they were less resistant to sweeping economic changes from a socialist model to a neoliberal one.

    The events of September 11, 2001 in the United States, and the rush to build anew in New Orleans and Iraq, in the aftermath of natural disasters and man-made destruction respectively, offer more contemporary examples of how “advancement” has been predicated upon enormous sacrifice.  Not one’s own willing sacrifice for the good of others, which we call altruism, but the more predatory sacrifice of another for one’s own gain.  We call that parasitism.

    Meaney extrapolates his central thesis of sacrifice to what may seem to be an absurd extreme – specifically, the need for the children of the earth-god (humanity) to devour that god (our world) in order to reach the next stage of evolution.  But is it truly any different from or less extreme than the real-world myopia and immediate gratification motives of neoliberalism and the industrial complexes that ravage the planet in its name?

    It was interesting to me that Minister Faust also drew a distinction between the “agro-sedentary pastoral” epoch, in which women and goddesses were the seat of power, and the “technomobile”, “urbanized”, “modern” period, built upon the primacy of men and male gods.  The shift from the more egalitarian agrarian societies of antiquity to the more contemporary selfish capitalistic societies of today is itself a result of what Meaney calls the “phallic imperative”.  Our modern civilization’s destroyer impulse is often referred to as the “rape” of the planet, a term that may seem like hyperbole in common discourse, but becomes poignant within the broader context of the epochal shift.

    Heinz Meaney’s implication is that our final advancement as human beings will be predicated upon the annihilation of the world itself.  Minister Faust seems to be suggesting we look at our “highly advanced” civilization for what it is – violent, invasive, and ultimately destructive for both those who have been and will continue to be sacrificed, and the sacrificer as well.  Meaney, after all, meets an explosive end on the wrong side of a shotgun.  Food for thought, perhaps, for other parasites and cannibals.

  • World Building vs. Storytelling: The Power and Impotence of Exposition

    One thing that separates classic and modern fantasy, and seems to persist as a dividing line between British and American works as well, is the prevalence of lengthy exposition, particularly that applied to the setting.  Psychologist B.F. Skinner posited that with each subsequent generation, modern audiences have greater need for immediate gratification in their consumption of media.  Newspapers gave way to radio, and radio to television, and with each new innovation, the need – and thereby the desire – to wait decreased.

    This certainly seems true for me in my reading of fantasy, as I find the works of Tolkien nigh unreadable, and I dismiss Robert Jordan as long-winded and pretentious.  My eyes automatically glaze over any detailed descriptions of the slope of a hill or that precise shade of orange that only occurs in an autumn sky at 7:18 AM on the Northwest coast of – insert fantasy land here – during the second solstice on the morning after a full moon.  I mean, seriously, give me a break.  Who has time for that nonsense?

    There were times during my reading of Richard K. Morgan’s The Steel Remains when my gaze jumped over a bit of exposition, my brain deeming it insignificant as I bridged the gap in text with my own imagination.  Regardless of my personal tastes, one thing is for certain: an author cannot ever expect the reader to see their environment precisely as they imagine it, no matter how precise the description.  Isn’t it better, then, to cover it in broad strokes, and leave it to the reader’s mind to ink the finer details?  While Morgan is nowhere near as wordy as a Jordan or a Tolkien, he could stand a trim here and there.  However, one thing that I can say for him is that he has moments of truly stunning exposition.

    The sun lay dying amid torn cloud the color of bruises, at the bottom of a sky that never seemed to end.  Night drew in across the grasslands from the east, turned the persistent breeze chilly as it came.  There’s an ache to the evenings up here, Ringil had said once, shortly before he left.  It feels like losing something every time the sun goes down. [p. 12]

    For most people, and in most places, sunsets are regarded as beautiful, for their dazzling and often unique array of color, for the opportunity to look directly at the sun, for the painterly transition from day to night.  For this, they are often the setting for many romantic scenes in books and film alike.

    Yet, from the very first sentence of the paragraph above, we view the sunset through a different lens – one of morose, even pessimistic contemplation.  The sun is not merely setting to rise another day, it is dying.  The clouds are torn, suggesting that their condition is not natural, but has been inflicted upon them.  The color is of bruises, not the more benign hues of flowers or other more pleasant things.  In fact, the sun is not so much setting, it seems, as being assaulted by the oncoming of night – wounded, killed, then gone permanently cold.

    Aside from the obvious success of this passage in creating a mood, it also speaks volumes about the character Ringil, a grizzled war veteran who is estranged from his family, and completely cynical towards political establishment.  His is an embittered, often caustic personality, and yet here in this paragraph we get to see some of the wounded spirit beneath the calloused persona.  Far from filling his head with romantic notions, the sunset in this place fills him with an ache, a sense of loss – perhaps another reminder of all that he has suffered, on the battlefield, in the court, and amongst his own family.  It is a rare insight into the vulnerability of a man who otherwise interacts with people from the other end of a blade – both his physical weapon and his sharp tongue.

    More than creating a vivid visual, this bit of exposition serves additional purposes – one being to convey the mood of the place, and also the far more important task of character development.  In my opinion, this is the strength of the modern writer, to be able to say so much in so little space, to be concise but no less evocative.

  • The Razor’s Edge Between Invisibility and Fetishism

    Broken Kingdoms, a fantasy novel by N.K. Jemisin, was a delight to read for many reasons, amongst them for having a woman of color as the lead character.  When one considers the tropes of fantasy, they may think of Tolkien’s elves, dwarves, and dark lords.  Few, unless they personally feel that inability to identify with the characters, would consider the absence of characters of color to be one of most common aspects of fantasy novels.

    It is interesting that for all “darkness” figures into the thinking of fantasy authors, it is conspicuously absent from the features of the characters.  The exceptions are perhaps the “dark lords” and such, who play off of the fact that darkness equates to evil in the white literary imagination.  Tolkien himself even took it a step further, equating not only darkness with evil in the abstract, but designing his evil characters – goblins, trolls, and the like – with Africanesque features.

    So, again, it was refreshing for the main character in a fantasy story to be a woman of color.  Truly, for all the lack of protagonists of color in general, the absence is even more pronounced for women.  It is as if “the darkness” obscures the authors’ ability to see the possibility for merit in such characters, or perhaps more mundanely, the prospect of profitability in the mainstream market.

    One could say, and certainly it has been argued, that such exclusion is the product of experience, or lack thereof, that for fantasy authors – the vast majority of those who have been published being white men – people of color simply do not factor into their frame of reference.  It is an argument with some validity I am sure, but it seems to falter when we consider the preponderance of ethnic fetishism, that is, the exoticification of the “other”.

    For their distance from white beauty standards, black women are the most often excluded, while their Asian counterparts are more likely to be exotified.  Still, it is more likely for a black woman to be fetishized for her blackness – and moreso any meaning ascribed to such a quality – than to be regarded for her personhood.  This phenomenon is a reflection of Western culture as a whole, one that Jemisin in a suitable twist uses fantasy to illuminate.  The protagonist, Oree, says:

    Men praise parts of me endlessly – always the parts, mind you, never the whole.  They love my long legs, my graceful neck, my storm of hair, my breasts (especially my breasts).  Most of the men in Shadow were Amn, so they also commented on my smooth, near-black Maro skin, even though I told them there were half a million other women in the world with the same feature.  [p. 24]

    There it is in the first sentence, “always the parts, mind you, never the whole,” a commentary on how a person can be viewed in fragments, the imagination taking the pieces it wants while discarding the rest.

    While this sort of objectification is common in general for men in their regard for women, it is particularly poignant in the case of women of color, who are often altogether invisible.  Again keeping in mind their disqualification from the white beauty standard, even the “parts” viable for recognition in the imaginations of white men are limited.

    To lend some weight to my analysis of Jemisin’s meaning here, in her world, the Amn race are analogous to Europeans, not only for their pale skin and angular features, but for their near world dominance – a hold they achieved, no less, through conquest and colonization.  Indeed, Oree’s people, the Maro, were mostly annihilated in one fateful battle with the Amn.

    The passage describes how these Amn – white – men lust over Oree’s dark skin, while at the same time demonstrating how Maro women in general are invisible to them.  Only when dark skin can whet their sexual appetites does it receive any acknowledgment.  And for that fetishism, the minds, the souls, the irruption of culture beneath the skin continue to go unnoticed.  Jemisin and other authors of color, as well as more progressive-minded white authors, are the rebuttal to these tropes of fetishism and exclusion.

    It is interesting to note that Oree’s invisibility was dangerous, for hidden beneath her dark skin is the very power to unmake the world.  There may be a statement hidden here as well, because for all that black women are ignored outside of their sexual merits, black men by contrast are actively perceived as a threat in mainstream Western societies.  Oree’s father was murdered for the threat he was deemed to present, while Oree herself remained beneath the radar.

    Yet, of course Jemisin’s message probably is not that women of color, more than mere sexual beings, should also be recognized as a threat.  Oree is a being as rich and multifaceted and complex as any other, one that should be recognized as an individual for all her merits and flaws – the latter never having anything to do with her skin color.  She demonstrates artistic ability, wisdom, vulnerability, perseverance, and unfaltering love.  And by the story’s end Jemisin shows that for all Oree’s capacity for destruction, she is more fundamentally a being of creation and preservation, through her art and by way of motherhood.

    Perhaps the message then, is that the matrix of potential is far greater than what can be observed on the outside.  Fetishism and exclusion – both in fantasy and real life – are equal in their disregard for this simple truth.