Thursday, December 07, 2006


Check the Dogma at the Door

"All I know is that I am not a Marxist."

--Karl

“I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.”

--Groucho

Today’s daily reminder of the black hole in our educations where Marx oughta be comes with the release of the new report by the U.N.’s World Institute for Development—Economics Research (WIDER). Measuring components of household wealth often overlooked by similar studies, this research finds, among other things, that the top 2% of the world’s rich own more than half of the world’s wealth, that the United States has a fourth of these people and that the U.S. has twice as much income inequality as most other nations. In fact, despite the U.S.’s great wealth, many Americans have so much debt that they are among the poorest people in the world.

I’m afraid the ultimate price of the Cold War is that we look at statistics like that and shake our heads, but we don’t think we can do anything about it. Marx spent his life trying to convince the world that an economically just society was not only doable but a moral necessity. Hardly the dreamy idealist or zealous extremist all sorts of people picture when they hear the name, Karl Marx was more like some ancient Greek who applied basic intellectual rigor to examining the fundamental nature of the system around him. Like Plato, he dreamed of ideals, sure, but like an Aristotle, he rolled up his sleeves and insisted on working toward these ideals with a thorough examination of the material world. And like Socrates, he didn’t shut up until the breath left his body, working on showing his math in three volumes of his study of capitalism.

Sadly, we live in a society where all of this work has been labeled un-American. Money makes the world go around, and to seriously contemplate an alternative is to be a flake at best, a traitor at worst. It’s tragic. Because while most Americans are waking up to the fact that the best way to run U.S. foreign policy (or, more particularly, a war) is NOT to ignore reality and contradictory opinion, we still do so with our own unexamined assumptions as capitalists. Ignoring half of the past century’s old worldwide debate is not a good way to step into the future, and in the long run, I’m positive the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come has nothing good to show us as long as we continue down this path.

So, I started writing about what I’ve learned from Marx six years ago, and I want to get it out among those I know and love so we can talk, not about capitalist or Marxist dogma but about these unexamined assumptions and how to revisit them. I can’t see any hope as long as our society remains in denial. Over the next few days, I’ll be pouring back over the Marx portions of Monsters, Marx and Music for the dozen or so fundamental reasons I think this. Expect my next marathon of posts to come from this place.

Meanwhile, read the WIDER article--

http://www.wider.unu.edu/

And spend some time with Kristie (see below). You won’t regret it.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006



Have It All

47 posts ago, I started this blog talking about two women who have helped me through some dark places, Mary J. Blige and Kristie Stremel. Almost a year later, Mary J's reaping her just rewards for an album, The Breakthrough, that lived up to its name both commercially and artistically. Meanwhile, Stremel is about to release her own breakthrough album, 10 years. I am so excited about this that I've tried to help how I can, mainly by contributing a new bio to her website that I hope captures some of the signficance of this artist who has given me so much over the past decade.

Here's what I wrote--http://www.kristiestremel.com/bio.php

And check out her new video, "Have It All"--

http://www.kristiestremel.com/news/index.php?entryid=4

After you hear that, you really oughta listen to "Paper Heart"--http://www.kristiestremel.com/audio/10years/paperheart_sample.mp3

If you wanna remember why music matters so much, spend some time with her music. She teaches me something indispensable every time I do.

Danny

Friday, November 17, 2006


Doodling Fear Away

Since Halloween, I've suffered writer's block. I started working on a new novel a little bit but not in any disciplined kind of way. And now I'm getting glimpses of what I want to write, mainly about the things that have been speaking to me--the new albums by Ludacris, Jerry Lee Lewis and the Who and Dave Marsh's new Springsteen book, In Concert, all wonderful present tense reminders of why I've spent most of my life doing what I do. The urge to write about these things started Wednesday morning, after a good conversation with my Tuesday night class.

We were talking about the graphic novels section of their fiction textbook, and one of them, Josh, pointed out the book's bias against conventional genre comics in favor of more obscure examples from around the world; his brilliant friend Nicki gave the sentiment an amen. (The book's two best known examples from American popular culture were a two page excerpt from Maus and a Lynda Barry piece called "The 2 Questions.")

This led us into a discussion of how and why lit text books (and arts classes in general) are biased against art that is actually a part of most peoples' daily lives. As someone who assigns Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper" and whatever Poe I can find every semester as a desperate effort to represent the horror story, I know the bias all too well, and we got it all out on the table and talked about it.

What we really got at are parallel themes in our stories and these observations--for instance, the way the artist is always poised in conflict with society and the way true love always takes place outside of society. However conscious we can agree any of these intentions are, I think we could agree that the social system (and academics--much as it likes to believe it is above the fray--is very much a part of that system, justifying it in the most insidious ways), at least the one we live in, wants to crush anything that clogs its gears.

Being fully human in a system fueled and governed by a fight for wealth and control is a pretty gear clogging desire. But it's the heart of art. The amazing thing about an album like Ludacris's Release Therapy is how it works the system to lodge a wrench right where it can do the most damage, giving so many of us much more room to live and breathe and dance and create than we would have had without it. Just me typing these words is my example for the moment.

I've been down. My daughter lives away from me for the first time in her life, and I miss her. I miss the sense of purpose I can have just being around for her. Everything else in my life can be stuck in neutral, but if I know I'm around for her, it feels all right. And without that, I've lost my axis.

But one thing we share, and my wife and I share, is our love of Luda, and as he says, he's just starting to figure it out. Me too. But what I know it comes down to is that we need each other, and we need to find ways to connect.

He does it beautifully, even with the most unassuming comic rhyme on someone else's record, every time out, and that's what it's all about. On Release Therapy, he's allowed himself to take the second half of the album and bear down on some pretty big statements--a resilient blues for soldiering through social injustice that ends somewhere near the heart of gospel, not so much religious as affirming the dignity of the individual and the need for each other. But from beginning to end, it's Ludacris, which means it's fun, funny and all that much more righteous for striking at such heights.

The other thing that my student Matt and I agreed on was that we liked that little doodley cartoon essay by Lynda Barry. It was as simple as finding a way to make art beyond a need for approval, always--the 2 questions she finds taunting her are "is this any good" and "does this suck"? Though those answers can teach us something sometimes, they aren't why we create, and it's so easy to forget why we create--to feel alive and to make others feel more alive if we're lucky. That's the thing we lose sight of, and then what's the point?

The best part of editing and posting my horror essays was digging through old boxes and finding the doodles and pictures my friends and I used to make for exactly those reasons. I put them up not because I thought they were particularly good but because they seemed to illustrate the impulses behind all of the rest of it. Barry's turned that impulse into her muse, and as different as they are, that's part of that essential quality Ludacris brings to the radio, that sense that he's just having fun in the margins.

Ludacris has built a whole career out of it because he does it so well that the margins have taken centerstage. And again, that's why I'm writing right now--because (thank you, Bruce) I learned more from the margins of my old spirals than I'd ever find in the notes.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

13 Days of Halloween, 13) Why We Need What We Fear II

Former villain Spike, Buffy and the Potentials
For all of the wonders of science, and the inescapable fact that we owe virtually every convenience of our modern lives to scientific endeavor, we fear the future. After all, science has given us a means to annihilation at the very basis of matter—the atom. We first saw the horrific potential of this invisible speck of science in Hiroshima and Nagasaki but later saw more insidious dangers with the threatened meltdown of Three Mile Island and the disaster that played itself out at Chernobyl. The threats of genetically engineered disease and military strains of anthrax captured the science fiction imagination even before those menacing envelopes of white powder that appeared after September 11, 2001. Dr. Frankenstein and his monster are legion in both our reality and our imagination.

Similarly, we also fear our scientific efforts to improve society. In a world that has not only witnessed the horrors of Nazi eugenics experiments and genocide but also the syphilis experiments secretly conducted on Blacks in the United States, it is easy to see why. Big Brother is alive and well in a country that passed the Patriot Act, which allows for heightened surveillance and arrest of those suspected of being political enemies of the United States. The average American’s behavior is photographed and recorded innumerable times each day. We would be crazy to not be afraid of the abuse of such technology.

 
Duel, 1971
Countless science fiction stories feature technology gone mad—as with the robotic futures of The Terminator and The Matrix movies as well as the biological terrors of The Stand and Cabin Fever. We also fear the effects such technological advances are having on our psyches. The angry truck drivers of Duel and Joy Ride embody our fears of, and our own feelings of, road rage. The mindless mallwalkers in both versions of Dawn of the Dead embody our consumerist complacency. It says something that Invasion of the Bodysnatchers has often been interpreted as a metaphor for Stalinist repression of the individual while director Don Siegel has said he was thinking more about the uniformity of the American consumer society. The fact that the 1956 story has been remade in 1978, 1993 and 2006 (as The Visiting) says something about how Siegel’s conception of the idea holds up. Movies like The Stepford Wives, They Live and even the Matrix trilogy offer different takes on the same fear of loss of individuality. We fear an unsane future, whether it be in the violence loving society or its inhuman antidote in A Clockwork Orange.  
Dawn of the Dead, 1978

Along with our fear of insanity, science fiction offers some variation on all of our fears. The Frankenstein monster becomes HAL of 2001: A Space Odyssey and the replicants of Blade Runner. Vampires take over the Earth in Richard Matheson’s I Am Legend and The Omega Man. Our inner wolf is unleashed in the insanity of the rageaholic zombies of 28 Days Later. Not all sci fi but kindred, the new gothic heroines of Resident Evil, Underworld and Buffy the Vampire Slayer face all of these monsters and the infinite variety of madness, helplessness and alienation that causes them and is caused by them.

The future is the place where horror and science fiction become all but indistinguishable, but there are important common denominators in the vision. Science fiction horror is, in the main, a world of repressive order (dystopia) or a world of chaos. The great fear that connects these two visions lies in a distrust of human nature. We don’t trust our own ability to deal with what's coming our way.

What we expect and most fear about the future is a time of reckoning. We are afraid of that moment when we must face our fears and deal with them. On a crucial level, we are afraid of that moment when we can no longer take refuge in our child-like innocence, but we absolutely must take responsibility for setting things right. This fear binds horror and science fiction with yet another sibling, fantasy.

In J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, all of the elements of the horror reckoning exist in a world born out of mythology and our childhood imaginations. As with most horror, the fate of the world of the story lies in the hands of a very small number of people, the fellowship of the ring, several members of which hold nothing like real power in their mythic universe. But they do have a grasp on key secrets. And when they understand what needs to be done, they are bound together to achieve that goal. From the Ring Wraiths to the Balrog to the armies of Samoran and Sauron, monsters abound and threaten their quest, but the key to the future lies in the hands of the least of them, a little, unambitious, man-like creature called a hobbit. Though the hobbit would rather do anything than take the world on his shoulders, he alone might slip past the radar of the evil threatening the land, and so he sacrifices himself to do what he needs to do. 


Van Helsing and Vampire Slayers, Dracula '31
Three elements here abound as archetypes of the horror reckoning. The collective that understands what needs to be done appears again and again. The most common and essential element here is the Gandalf-like keeper of arcane knowledge, who becomes Van Helsing in the many Dracula stories, the gypsy queen of The Wolf Man, and even Father Merrin of The Exorcist. These seemingly foolhardy bands of individuals--armed with beliefs typically tossed aside or scorned by social progress--have lost the greatest illusion of comfort that gets many of us through the day. They know no Lone Ranger on a white horse is going to ride in and save the day. If they don’t do it, no one will, and that certainty is at least as horrifying as the threat of any individual monster alone. 

And then there is always that one member of the group whose role is slightly more important than that of all of the others. That individual—Frodo Baggins in The Lord of the Rings, Jonathan Harker in Dracula, Father Karrass in The Exorcist, Buffy, the would be cheerleader—must ultimately face key elements of the horror alone. That character is the protagonist of the archetypal horror story, which means that is the character we are asked to identify with most closely. In other words, we read horror and many other genres of fiction tied together by this impulse, in part, to vicariously experience what any sane person fears—what it’s like to know the fate of your world lies in your own hands and what it takes to rise to that occasion.  
The Exorcist, 1973


Our fears are justified in virtually all horror mythology. The protagonist often dies—if not in the course of the final battle, then as a consequence after the fact. But what each of these characters has decided is the most important part of the ethos. His or her greatest fears, and even the protagonist’s individual survival, are less important than the call of the moment, the larger responsibility. In the film version of The Exorcist, Father Karrass cries “Take me,” and carries Ragan’s demon out of the window to the street below. As with many horror resolutions, the monster may not even be destroyed, but it has been derailed from its present task, and other lives are saved by the martyrdom of the protagonist. Reaching back to its gothic roots, the crucifixion of the horror protagonist may be the most common Christian element.

Some of the more self aware versions of these myths recognize the need to liberate such concepts of death and resurrection from traditional Christianity. In the epic television show, Buffy, The Vampire Slayer, the young heroine must not only sacrifice her own life (more than once), but she and the fellowship she left behind (playfully called the Scoobies) must wrestle with their toughest challenges after her resurrection. Her teacher, Giles, must learn to be a student; her eternally boyish friend Xander, must learn to be a man; and her most powerful friend, the witch Willow, must learn to take control of forces that once overwhelmed her. Buffy herself must even give up her unique role as savior to unleash the power in the world’s potential slayers.

In Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, every member of the fellowship (in this case called a ka-tet) must face his or her own death, in effect destroying even the ka-tet itself. Even King, the writer as a character, must reckon with what might have happened if he didn't survive being run over by a van on June 19th, 1999. In this epic’s particularly bleak outcome, the only slim chance that the future might be saved lies in the act of storytelling itself.  
The Dark Tower's ka-tet
Both Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and the Dark Tower series complicate the tale of resurrection in what seem to be Godless universes. In Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy, God becomes the heart of the problem. As with these other stories, the disempowered have to assert their influence on the world around them. Two all but unwanted children from different worlds, Lyra and Will, serve as the protagonists, and both must pass into the land of the dead in order to achieve a just reckoning. Once Lyra and Will understand that the evils of their world can be traced to the power of a morally bankrupt divinity, they realize their God, the Authority, must be overthrown and replaced with a Republic of Heaven. Similarly, Buffy, in the end, realizes she has the power to throw out the rule book for slayers. 
Buffy's "ka-tet" of Slayers, Potentials


While most traditional horror and fantasy calls upon some form of divine intervention to set the world right, virtually all of it asserts that (culturally, socially and politically) insignificant, often misfit, characters play a crucial role in the world’s redemption. What all three of these great series ask is how we respond if whatever divinity exists has failed us. Then we are faced with our greatest fear—the future is up to us. It doesn’t get much scarier than that. It also couldn't be any more necessary.

The Walking Dead "ka-tet"