Mateo Palos

November 1, 2009

The Twilight Recaps

Filed under: literature, snark, twilight — mkpalos @ 12:32 am

October 30, 2009

Final thoughts on the Twilight series

Filed under: literature, snark, twilight — mkpalos @ 1:23 am

I thought it would be amusing to begin my final recap post with a Shakespeare quote, just like the Twilight books. My selection, though, is a bit more mordant:

“But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.”

The Tempest, Act V, Scene i

For all their ease, I almost regret reading the series as e-books. I wouldn’t mind burying them full five fathoms deep.

When I started recapping Twilight six months ago, I did it because it was both popular and because it’s something I would never read under normal circumstances. A vampire romance novel? I spent my brief career in a bookstore laughing with my coworkers at the trash bags full of thin paperbacks with pale, brooding, toothy, and shirtless men on the covers. I regard ordinary, plain vanilla romances with mild bemusement, and when I think of the more exotic variants at all, I feel hardly anything besides derision. When I started Twilight, I thought my read-through would make a good spectacle because of this; I did it, as they say nowadays, for the lulz.

As I look back on the books, I realize I came to the series with the unconscious expectation that I would dislike the books because of who I am, not because of what they were. To my surprise and dismay, Twilight gave me plenty of legitimate reasons to dislike it. The writing is amateurish, and Stephenie Meyer makes just about every mistake a new writer can make. I wouldn’t complain if this were a new author’s first draft, not least because it would be hypocritical to do so; when I wrote fiction, my first drafts looked just as bad. But it’s impossible to write well without hard work, and a lot of the hardest work happens in revision. Revision might have trimmed the cliches, fleshed out the characters with interests and believable motivations, added a real plot. We can dream.

To my mind, though, the series’ biggest failure is that it doesn’t even work as a romance. Nowhere in these pages can anything resembling realistic affection be found; the closest thing is a sort of perpetual burning–a view of romance better suited to middle school than rational adults. There is nothing unique to the love between Bella and Edward, no affinity of interests or affections that brings them together. It’s hard to imagine, for example, Bella looking back on a few decades of immortal life and saying, yes, the money and immortality was nice, but what really struck her about Edward was how nice he is, or the way he makes her laugh, or how he brought her out of herself and showed her that there was something nice about Forks after all. The same goes for Edward; for all the story gives us, he could just as well have fallen in love with the next girl with an appetizing smell and a mind that can’t be read. We’re told time and again that they are wise beyond their years and genuinely in love, not just infatuated, but the romance we actually see is more suited to middle school student’s fantasy of what grown-up love is like than the actual thing. Isn’t this strange? Granted, the idealization of romance is inherent to the romance genre, but who idealizes this kind of romance? This would be odd even if Edward weren’t a weird loser who stalks high school girls, but that’s just the icing on a very creepy cake.

Of course, this doesn’t even touch on the other baffling romantic element in the series. Do I even need to say it? Is there anyone who isn’t squicked out by imprinting? Is there an explanation for the series’ sunny indifference to the power disparity between child and adult that even remotely reflects well on Meyer? In the real world, this kind of behavior earns you a visit from the FBI party van and a very awkward visit to the neighbors, and Stephenie Meyer’s vague insistence otherwise only makes it harder to like her characters, not less. It made my dislike of the books easier, but in any welcome way. I had expected to give a silly series a hard time, not experience genuine loathing for creepy books. It was the literary equivalent of biting into cotton candy only to find at the center a dead rat.

So the Twilight series is too long and too weird. That said, it’s hard to blame Meyer for stretching things out so much; if I were offered oodles of money and told that I could write whatever I wanted as long as I got more books out of it, I’m sure I’d find a way to justify doing the same thing. Writing is an awful lot like play, and it’s hard to turn down money for spending more time in a universe you lovingly created.

September 15, 2009

A list of my favorite book and short story titles

Filed under: literature, science fiction — mkpalos @ 11:51 pm

In no particular order. I have only read the Dick and LeGuin works so far.

  • The Stars My Destination — Alfred Bester
  • Very Far Away from Anywhere Else — Ursula K. LeGuin
  • “Repent, Harlequin!” Said the Ticktockman — Harlan Ellison
  • Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? — Philip K. Dick
  • Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones — Samuel R. Delaney
  • Life Regarded as a Jigsaw Puzzle of Highly Lustrous Cats — Michael Bishop, probably a riff on the previous title

Science fiction authors seem to be drawn to exotic titles. Except for Very Far Away…, all of these are science fiction works, and even that one is written by an author mostly known for her speculative fiction(1). The lists of Hugo and Nebula short story award winners are entertaining reading for the titles alone.

Harlan Ellison must get a special mention here for his weird and wonderful titles. He also wrote short stories called “The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World” and “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”–oddities even among science fiction titles.

Post your favorite titles in the comments; I love collecting these.

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(1) Pedant’s note: reams have been written on what the terms “science fiction,” “fantasy,” and “speculative fiction” mean, and which works fit into which category. I consider the term “speculative fiction” to be the most compact term as well as the most descriptive, but I realize “science fiction” is more familiar and easier to use. Paradoxically, accurate terms can themselves be misleading: witness all the work John Piper has done over the years defending the term “Christian Hedonism”.

In any case, I use it here to describe LeGuin’s work because she has written both fantasy and science fiction series. More importantly, perhaps, she uses the counterfactual nature of both genres to explore ideas, something I consider integral to good speculative fiction.

July 7, 2009

Random thought on Harry Potter

Filed under: literature — mkpalos @ 1:26 am

I was reading about the series today, and someone raised a good point: why does Dumbledore let Harry get abused for ten years by the Dursleys? He seems to be pretty well informed about things, and Professor McGonagle specifically mentions that she’s been watching the family and thinks leaving Harry with them is a terrible idea. Dumbledore’s given reason–to keep Harry from being affected by his fame–only makes sense until you realize that child abuse will mess a kid up just as badly as fame will. If nothing else, why didn’t he have someone check on Harry every so often? He appears to have just dropped Harry off and ignored him for ten years.

June 7, 2009

Scattered thoughts on Robert Young’s “The Dandelion Girl”

Filed under: literature, science fiction — mkpalos @ 9:41 pm

I first read Robert F. Young’s “The Dandelion Girl” a few years ago, when I had just finished watching the anime series RahXephon. Young’s story was cited as an unconscious influence on the anime, and I was intrigued enough to track down a copy of the story. I was pleasantly suprised to find it was one of the “classic sci-fi” stories featured on the Sci-Fi channel during the brief period it was engaged in rebranding itself to establish closer ties with science fiction literature. You can still read the story here, in fact, and if you like “soft” science fiction–the kind that emphasizes human reactions to the speculative elements rather than the details of the elements themselves–it’s not a bad read.

The gist of the story is this: A middle-aged man goes on vacation with his wife and meets a woman half his age while walking alone in the forest. She claims to be from the future, and, since he’s smitten by her, decides to humor her. After a days she stops showing up and he starts to feel guilty, so he goes up to the attic of his cabin to find something to do. He finds his wife’s old suitcase, and in it he finds an old, worn out dress just like the (unique) one the young woman wore. The woman, it turns out, had fled from persecution in her time to marry the younger version of him. He goes into town to meet his wife, she sees that he finally understands, and the two live happily and even more in love than they had before.

It’s a pleasant enough story, and it stands out in my mind as one of the few speculative fiction stories to be about romance rather than merely including it. It’s also a rare example of a romance purely from a male perspective, a rare bird in any genre. And a romance it is: we are told that

Unfortunately, it shows its age, and it shows it not in its technology but in its attitude. Julie, the young woman, is studying to be a secretary–not a bad thing in itself, but here is how she thinks of it:

"I'm studying to be a secretary," she said. She took a half step and made a pretty pirouette and clasped her hands before her. "I shall just love to be a
secretary," she went on. "It must be simply marvelous working in a big important office and taking down what important people say."

The story says “people,” but it might as well have said “men.” This is a good example of what critic Katha Pollit calls the Smurfette Principle: although ostensibly a story about a man and a woman, the female half of the story is peripheral at best. Anne/older Julie, the narrator’s wife, is described as graceful and ageless, with “warm and compassionate eyes with that odd hint of fear in them that he had never been able to analyze.” We learn, too, that she has always been afraid of being photographed. Once we learn of her status as fugitive from the future, the source of these fears is plain, and we are clearly meant to be moved by the idea of a terrified young woman heading into the past in order to try to make a life with the younger version of a middle-aged man she met one careless day in the woods. It’s a powerful idea, to be sure, and there is material there for a charming love story, but only if you ignore one half of the marriage.

I’ve read this story a few times now, and I can’t help but think that the story we don’t is the more interesting one. What was Julie/Anne’s experience of those two decades of hiding? How content was she living in the past? It’s asking a lot of the story to address this while retaining the air of wistful sweetness Young was clearly going for, I know; nevertheless, wouldn’t this have been a masterpiece if he had pulled it off?

In Young’s defense, I should mention that a reading of “The Dandelion Girl” that only examines its sexism is too simple. Young does make an effort to write Julie as an intellectual equal to Mark:

The conversation that ensued proved conclusively that they did have [mutual interests]—though the transcendental esthetic, Berkeleianism and relativity
were rather incongruous subjects for a man and a girl to be discussing on a September hilltop, he reflected presently, even when the man was forty-four
and the girl was twenty-one. But happily there were compensations—their animated discussion of the transcendental esthetic did more than elicit a priori
and a posteriori conclusions, it also elicited microcosmic stars in her eyes; their breakdown of Berkeley did more than point up the inherent weaknesses
in the good bishop's theory, it also pointed up the pinkness of her cheeks; and their review of relativity did more than demonstrate that E invariably
equals mc2; it also demonstrated that far from being an impediment, knowledge is an asset to feminine charm.

Of course, it doesn’t entirely work. Young protests too much: it’s not enough for Julie to be intelligent, she has to be shown discussing arcane scientific and philosophical topics. This is clumsy writing, for we are told, not shown, of Julie’s intelligence.  And, complimentary though this may be, it doesn’t quite square with the flighty portrayal of Julie in the earlier passage. It is problematic that we are shown Julie being silly and childish but merely told that she is more intelligent than that. The impression I get is that Young likes the idea of intelligent women, but he hasn’t gotten to know any well enough to write about them. He seems to realize that the stereotypical female ideal doesn’t go far enough, but he has not realized the degree to which it informs his own, “corrected” ideal.

But it’s unfair for me to examine this story solely in terms of what I wish it had been. I find “The Dandelion Girl” plenty interesting in its actual form, for it seems to be an updated–and happier–retelling of the Cupid and Psyche myth, (1) where a marriage with a supernatural or otherwise non-human being relies upon a man or woman being unaware of or not explicitly acknowledging their spouse’s supernatural nature. This myth or variants of it crop up in quite a few human cultures; for example, the yuki-onna of Japan has a similar story. (3) I wonder whether this might reflect a tacit but universal fear among humans that romantic love is, on some level, always too good to be true, always one lit candle or one unasked question away from disappearing forever. From what I can tell, “The Dandelion Girl” is practically unique in following up its crisis of discovery not with the couple’s downfall, but with the simple revelation that Mark and Anne/Julie’s marriage is exactly what they hoped, and perhaps a bit more. (3)

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(1) Technically I think these myths are assigned the 400-450 range of the Aarne-Thompson-Uther folklore classification system.

(2) Though in all honesty, this may not be the best example: it’s a retelling by Lafcadio Hearn, a Westerner who lived in Japan and recorded a few local legends while he was there. He was likely aware of the Cupid and Psyche myth and could have been influenced by it. See here for his version.

(3) Well, with so little work, anyway. In many tellings Cupid and Psyche get their happy ending, but it requires jumping through a lot of hoops and more than a little divine intervention.

May 13, 2009

Men have no Fitzwilliam Darcy

Filed under: film, literature, music — mkpalos @ 2:10 am

Laura’s post on men in BBC adaptations crystallized for me something that has flitted about in the back of my mind for a while now: there is no female character that men as a community are aware of and find as appealing as Mr. Darcy. This is true for most of Jane Austen’s male characters, but Mr. Darcy seems to occupy the top spot. Try as I might, I can’t think of a female character every man is likely to be aware of, much less find romantically appealing; in fact, I can’t think of any female characters universally appealing to men purely on the basis of mere physical or sexual attractiveness. I suspect this might explain the general bafflement that men often feel when women talk about how more men should be like Mr. Darcy or how many times they’ve seen the miniseries. That characters like Darcy exist, we understand. What we don’t understand is why he is what he is to women.

I have no explanation for this, and it bugs me. Darcy and all he represents are quite culturally powerful, and, being the sort of hack sociologist that I am, I wonder what the absence of a male equivalent means. I don’t think this absence is necessarily a problem, but it occasionally does give the nagging impression that in practice men simply end up attracted to women who settle for them instead of the kind of men they really want. That’s certainly the most pessimal interpretation, and I don’t think that’s how it really works. I know, too, that by some definitions there is no gap: goddess of the hearth, girl next door, and, in Japan’s case the yamato nadeshiko have all been put forward as stereotypical constructions of the ideal woman by somebody. I don’t think these are the same kind of thing, for all of these have been A) largely discredited, and B) mostly existed as “ideals” in the sense of “idealized concepts” rather than actual prototypes for femininity. Mr. Darcy and the other Austen heroes haven’t experienced a similar fall from grace, as far as I can tell.

One possible explanation: men have traditionally written and published more than women have (and have been allowed to), so they write more from a male perspective and consequently haven’t developed any female characters as universally appealing. One possible objection to this explanation: if men have dominated literature and publishing for so long, how come they haven’t made more progress creating an ideal female character? Like I said, I have no solution that really works, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found an interesting problem.

I don’t normally ask for comments, but I’d really appreciate any thoughts people have on this. What should we make of the Darcy gap?

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