Postby caragnafog dog » Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:15 am
Somehow had time to read a few things:
V by Thomas Pynchon
Somehow I found this much more engrossing than The Crying of Lot 49. tCoL was so short that I don't think I had time to adjust to Pynchon's style, and the first 150 or so pages of V certainly felt the same way: like a whirlwind that felt like it should make sense but for some reason didn't stick. Regardless of that, after those first 150 pages or so everything clicked, and whether I understood the progression of events from that point on or not I was completely engaged. Pynchon once again uses history to stunning effect, the most notable example being an extended memoir of the Herero Genocide in German South Africa. Of course it's also very funny, if I could compare the humor to something familiar it would be The Simpsons, similarly biting and referential. Far be it from me to presume I understood a Thomas Pynchon novel but my biggest takeaway was the contrast between Stencil, who in his investigations comes across dozens of fascinating and important events yet ignores them in favor of his dogged pursuit of a woman who may or may not have existed, and Profane, who has no real goal but takes some joy in the bizarre hedonism of the Whole Sick Crew. I'd recommend this strongly to anyone looking for an introduction to Pynchon, this or Lot 49 are probably your best bet.
Repetition and Philosophical Crumbs by Soren Kierkegaard
Read these back to back, despite their differences. Repetition is like a novella, Crumbs more like dialectic. Repetition has another biblical episode used to explain one of Kierkegaard's concepts, Job's Whirlwind. This much I understood, the distinction between socratic recollection and repetition too, but the aim of the work in general escaped me. Constantius, trying to invoke it himself, fails at Repetition; the young man does too, merely arriving back at himself instead of at something new (this I'm not 100% about, someone please say something if I'm wrong).
Philosophical Crumbs was more work but also more straightforward. It being described as the more dialectic of the two belies how beautiful parts of it are, particularly The God as Teacher and Savior essay. Kierkegaard outlines how difficult it is for the christian god to come and give mankind the "condition" for understanding, compares and contrasts it with Socratic recollection, and discusses the problem of contemporary disciples versus the generations who came later. I will certainly be rereading this in the future, it and F&T gave me a new appreciation for how difficult these problems of faith are, and it was beautifully written (in translation anyway).
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
Too sad for me to express. Every word of praise for this book falls short. I hardly even noticed the rambling chapters that describe whaling because of Melville's skill in weaving them back into something metaphysical. I was surprised most by my transfixion with Ahab; he is ill to be sure but he fought against something innately unfair and often cruel. The famous quote by Ishmael sums it up more beautifully than I or likely anyone else could hope to:
"All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick."
Here is another quote that helps in explaining my fixation with Ahab, it comes shortly after one of the mates implores Ahab to set for home during a thunderstorm; the crew makes to do this but he threatens them with a harpoon whose tip is on fire:
"As in the hurricane that sweeps the plain, men fly the neighborhood of some lone, gigantic elm, whose very height and strength but render it so much the more unsafe, because so much the more a mark for thunderbolts; so at those last words of Ahab many of the mariners did run from him in a terror of dismay."
Strong though he was, I knew he couldn't possibly win, that he was destined to fail from the beginning of his voyage. The Symphony, one of the last chapters of the book, lyrically describes the beautiful scenery of a clear day at sea and how it belies Ahab's twisted purpose. A conversation between Ahab and one of his mates takes place, and the reader is given, for the last time, the full breadth and sadness of Ahab's commitment to his cause. It is the best 4 pages of American literature.
I would recommend this to anyone, but be wary of the metaphysical baggage it carries. It will give you a lot to think about (in my case: you can be as strong as Atlas or Satan or Gilgamesh, it doesn't matter) and will definitely leave you exhausted by the end. The best American lit I've read, maybe the best novel, and the most magnificently sad and futile struggle I've read in my whole life.
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