April152014

View from corporate bogota

8PM

Bogota

March192014

nologernumb:

13 years young :) still got it.

so regal

March12014

Reflections on the first week in Bogota

Only in travelling are you perpetually reminded of the transience and ultimate absurdity of existence. As I’m funnelled from one emptied out vestibule to the next the faces in each one shift and alter. From the first gate at London Heathrow where the faces are giddy with franchised coffee repealing the redness of their eyes to the Transmilenio in Bogota where I’m the twitchy one with tales of muggings and pick pockets targeting my gringo skin. For every face you pass by absurdity compounds on itself. It seems to me that as time progresses humanities Sisyphusian journey becomes more abstract, where once we toiled in Zola’s romantic mines we now fly internationally to discuss the price of coffee. Where we once shouted “Germinal!” we now shout “WiFi!” I’m jealous of Sisyphus for he could look at the mountain and say “I pushed that up there.”

Poets tend to have an inclination to relate their work to the forefathers. Heaney was guilty of this. In Dig he talks of how his pen rests in his hand like the spade did in his father. This is wish fulfilment. A poet wants to alter reality, for as Nietzsche said “we have art in order to not die of the truth.” Heaney’s father could alter reality, even in digging he could alter the landscape in which he walks. We are not permitted to do so anymore. I was reminded of this in the airports. If one thing is out of line it is realigned, if one person is in the wrong place an eerie voice requests they find the right place, if they don’t go people are sent.

The metaphor of travelling imitating life is a well-worn one. How we are born, carried and then arrive. The destination becomes a substitute for death. You can never be sure what person you will be when you arrive. The very fact I am writing this is proof of that fact.

I think we have a natural desire to be cocooned in these places. It reminds us of how we are separated from the phenomenal world. Also, thinking is usually initiated by a change of routine. The mind treads its path if it’s presented with the same input.

Anyway, I’m off to bed. Goodnight you poor unfortunate reading this.

December222013
The traditional giant tortoise in the nativity scene

The traditional giant tortoise in the nativity scene

December212013
Phoebe in motion

Phoebe in motion

3PM

"This pure - virtually empty – sign - is ineluctable, because it means everything."

Roland Barthes
The Eiffel Tower

2PM

Divergent Review. (spoilers)

 

Veronica Roth’s Divergent is the synthesis of the modern inclination towards teen dystopian novels, not only this, but continues the rise of the female protagonist going unchecked since Joanne Rowling shortened her name to JK. I mention JK Rowling because she single handily redefined books as big business; if an author stumbles upon the formula to have a book converted to a movie then they have reached the pinnacle of their field. So followed Twilight, The Hunger Games and now Divergent. Each book has refined the book-to-movie formula down to its most basic component parts. First person is a necessity, the protagonist female (presumably due to the fan girl phenomenon) and the love interest must be Colin Firth like in his resoluteness and lack of personality. Divergent fulfils these requirements unflinchingly.

Like most Dystopian works of fiction Divergent picks up the story after “generic war/ things went bad we have to do something drastic”. The drastic measure in this case was to divide humanity into five factions “Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless and Erudite” representing different virtues opposite to which sin the faction believed to have been at fault for the wars. For instance Abnegation believed selfishness to be responsible for the war so their faction is based around the concept of selflessness. These factions are divided in dystopian Chicago, which intrigued me somewhat (the more sensitive readers will understand why) however little is referenced of the deep topography of the landscape. Instead, bizarrely, descriptions of surroundings are sacrificed for descriptions of the faces of those characters whom Beatrice (our hero) comes in to contact with. These extended epithets serve as a chance for the reader to breathe before re-submerging in to the speedily paced plot. Those familiar with the Twilight series will be reminded of that incessant description “Edward’s perfect face” however Roth is at least more varied than Meier in her range of language. Generally though, I question the necessity of these descriptions. For instance, Beatrice is described as having “a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long, thin nose.” Other than helping out a future casting director I fail to see the point of such a description. In any case I highly doubt the inevitably doe eyed girl cast in the role of Beatrice will have “a long, thin nose.” Factual descriptions such as this only serve to hinder the reader in imagining the world Roth creates and is tonally jarring alongside the lack of description elsewhere.

Sixteen year olds in dystopian Chicago are divided, sorted if you will, into factions following aptitude tests. Teenagers who are prone to reading these books are probably within the midsts of an identity crisis. Beatrice’s choice between Abnegation and Dauntless is the literalization of this. What compounds this is that Beatrice has no exceptional personality traits, she personifies the empty shell in to which the fangirl can pour her own emotions. However, unlike Katniss Everdeen or Bella Swann as the novel progresses so does Beatrice’s personality as she realises what it is to be controlling and selfish. This mirrors the process of puberty and acts as catharsis for the teenage reader.

Divergent read as if you are playing an rpg video game, constantly stationed behind Beatrice watching as she levels up with each task. We hear very little of Beatrice’s thoughts and when we do the repetitiveness of them are similar to when your video game character says something to you. What’s more Beatrice is never too far away from action, the quieter moments are too often interrupted by a happening. This gives the feeling of the book being a plug and play which I suppose is to counteract the reader constantly having the option to check Twitter before turning to the next page.

I found the romance element of the story to be somewhat superfluous. It irked me that as Beatrice grew braver/ stronger/ wiser throughout the story her dim wittedness towards men didn’t recede. Her love interest “Four” had the usual qualities of mysteriousness and aloofness laid down by Edward Cullen and Mr Darcy before him. Throughout the books the adjective “pretty” is repeated several times mostly in relation to Beatrice not being so. Rarely has a feature that a character lacks been explored so fully. The build-up of Beatrice not being pretty reaches its peak when her and four discuss it.

““I’m not trying to be self-deprecating,” I say, “I just don’t get it. I’m younger. I’m not

pretty. I—”

He laughs, a deep laugh that sounds like it came from deep inside him, and touches

his lips to my temple.

“Don’t pretend,” I say breathily. “You know I’m not. I’m not ugly, but I am certainly not

pretty.”

“Fine. You’re not pretty. So?” He kisses my cheek. “I like how you look. You’re deadly

smart. You’re brave. And even though you found out about Marcus…” His voice

softens. “You aren’t giving me that look. Like I’m a kicked puppy or something.”

“Well,” I say. “You’re not.””

This passage defines the modern female protagonist. Gone are the days of the delicate flower fussing over her clothing to be replaced with the fiery, strong willed, customarily bow and arrow wielding lead. This change has come about because young women buy books and watch movies. Companies are finally starting to catch on that the motivated fangirl can far out buy the idiotic teenage boy. It’s important that the main character isn’t conventionally attractive so that they are relatable to the girl reading the book. This provides a problem for the cinema industry; they can no longer cast the obvious beauty such as Anna Farris in the lead role and instead switch to the more normal looking woman like Jennifer Lawrence (whose fan base has reached unchartered levels of idolatry).

So, without getting distracted too much, I go back to my original point that Divergent is the amalgamation of modern teen fiction embodying the tropes of this time. Just like a video game Divergent has interesting moments but its lack of variability in pace makes it more of a trawl than a fun read.

 

 

 

3AM
December202013

Franz Kafka, A Little Fable

"Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into."

     “You only need to change your direction,” said the cat, and ate it up.

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