<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:43.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcadia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-7175255879430299778</id><published>2009-04-12T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:45:33.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary road on Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I must say that when I first encountered Michel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Duval&lt;/span&gt; and understood him to be a psychologist, well, like White I didn't quite dismiss him, but I set him apart from the other hard scientists. I have to say too that his willingness to go off with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hiroko&lt;/span&gt; without a struggle, without questioning her motives viz his position on Mars further undercut his ethos. This after his good work intervening in Maya's life, and giving us insight into the various personalities –what he calls humors (White 580).  Nevertheless I not only liked, but agreed with his assessment of Maya's love life. She wants both John and Frank. She doesn't want to have to choose between the two of them. And when Frank tells her she cares only for herself, he is probably right. Blame it all on the intricacies of her upbringing, the place of the men in her life in Russia, and her new found power of sexuality becomes a tool she fashions and deploys for her own needs. No wonder the Egyptians refer to her and her kind as "bitches," and indeed, compared to the Arabic women,  she seems that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The issue of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Terraforming&lt;/span&gt; becomes so divisive for reasons I can't quite understand. Isn't the whole purpose of invading Mars to make it habitable?  Or is it the approach to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terraforming&lt;/span&gt; that the first 100 are at odds with? The constant complaints about  the temperature, or ecology, etc, should, I think be taken care of through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;terraforming&lt;/span&gt;, a view Sax supports. Unfortunately, Ann Clayborne is of the view that mankind does not have the right to change entire planets therefore Mars should be left in its original state. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hiroko&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, wants change and she goes about to create her own kind of change through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Areophany&lt;/span&gt;. Aha, the webs humans weave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Without proper planning, it seems to me that Mars is taking on the very nature of Earth, that necessitated the exodus in the first place: overcrowding, poor or lack of services lead to disgruntled Martians who resort to sabotage, attacks, murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I liked Robinson's narrative style; while he had an omniscient narrator most of the story, his alternative protagonists/antagonists relationship help readers see the story unfold through different lenses. When Frank takes over the narration, we see his mind at work, we develop some sympathy for him when he takes on the Arabs, only for them to take him down. It may be his occasional self-deprecation that draws us to him, but that scene with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zeyk&lt;/span&gt; and his wife is quite humiliating. But, it helps usher in the idea of Utopia: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nazik&lt;/span&gt; proclaims that Mars is for the Muslim women "there is much that is changing here, changing fast. So that this is the next stage of the Islamic way. We are…The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hadj&lt;/span&gt; to utopia" (420). I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nazik&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zeyk&lt;/span&gt; may think he is putting on a show for Frank, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nazik's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sassiness&lt;/span&gt; displays an underlying power from within. The clearest way she does this is when she is looking for the correct word to describe her new found freedom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zeyk&lt;/span&gt; drops the word utopia, but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t take it. She finds her own expression, "the Hadj to Utopia" (420).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was quite intrigued by the culture wars, so to speak. Frank thinking he knew all there is to know about Arabic cult re and that he could therefore speak to it. Feeling a part of yet apart from simultaneously the Arabs and the Americans in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amex&lt;/span&gt;. In contrast to the Arab rovers, the occupants of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Amex&lt;/span&gt; seem uncouth, uncultured, and here without a cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Clearly, the conflicts in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Red Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; are tied to the human and physical changes to Mars, in particular : to preserve Mars (Ann Clayborne) or not to by radically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;terraforming&lt;/span&gt;  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hiroko&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The other common cause for concern are the resources of Mars; the  strained resources on Mars spur political and interpersonal tensions, which build up to  a revolution. And with it comes destruction. The casualties:  the space elevator along with several Martian cities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then of course there are the one hundred, the victims of anti-revolutionary forces associated with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;UNOMA&lt;/span&gt;. Those who survive assassination flee to the hidden colony in the polar ice cap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The bottom line seems to be that humans cannot flee their history, their selves. They may have viewed Mars as an empty landscape, a clean slate, a tabular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt; on which to inscribe themselves, but they had baggage and they brought it along with them.  Their true selves have always been with them be it in Russia, the US, Japan, Egypt, Japan, wherever it is they came from. They cannot suddenly discover who they are just because they are on Mars. Look at Maya; the Arabs and their relations to women; Fran, etc. As well, the theme of identity is explored but never settled, perhaps only to reveal how unstable identity can be. Look at Michel and his seduction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Change is painful and it is costly. Mars will be transformed at a price. And that price is always already present in the people's history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-7175255879430299778?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/7175255879430299778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/04/revolutionary-road-on-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/7175255879430299778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/7175255879430299778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/04/revolutionary-road-on-mars.html' title='Revolutionary road on Mars'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-3806328349422789258</id><published>2009-04-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:29:28.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The planet Mars</title><content type='html'>"I don't think we should pay any attention to plans made from us back on Earth" (58) Says Arkady. When pressed as to why, he responds, "Buildings are a template for society" (59). They imply social organization, which in this case means keeping two entities: Russian and American separate. Buildings, he elaborates, have a grammar, they express values, "I don't want someone in Moscow or Washington" telling me I should live my life (59). And so I am left wondering, which is it going to be: independence or interdependence (from mother Earth)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These views expressed by Arkady seem to encapsulate the dilemma of writers of sf. Here they are attempting to create a brave new world completely unencumbered by the social ills of this world only to recreate those ills in their ideal worlds. Over and over again, the novels we have read seem to aim for a better world, but are unable to escape the burdens of the world they wish to escape. This does not say much about the sustenance of Utopias, now does it? Arkady has a point, after all, like Frederick Jameson observes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Mars&lt;/span&gt; is for and about scientists. "Pages upon pages offer a host of topics that qualify as hard science" (393). Most of it is imaginative science, but science nonetheless, which is why it is absurd that these inhabitants still define one another along ethnic lines. Shouldn't the inhabitants be defined by this sort of nationality of scientists? We are told that this lot is carefully selected from around the world (dominated by Americans and Russians, but still) they are the forerunners to Mars' colonization. We expect more of visionaries, carefully screened visionaries—the "collectivist protagonists" (397)— for this rather important mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divisions are sharp, but distinct. Leaderships falls "naturally" to the blond, John Boone. Frank Chalmers seems to have as much right as anyone, but is described as "dark" and not considered a natural leader. He is also cast rather suspiciously as if he has something up his sleave and is not to be trusted. And the women, Nadia and Maya, they have their positions as scientists, as leaders, in their own right, but might as well be cogs in the sexual wheel that runs the experiments. Their presence introduces a complex set of relationships as Maya and Nadia, for example, take up positions of leadership and negotiate integrated living arrangements in the spaceship, while offering a metacommentary of the story. Nadia feels good to be needed. Maya, meanwhile is  playing catch with two men. The Japanese scientist, Hiroko, is not taken into the fold as easily as the others. She is still considered Other...different. What happened to Arkady's observation that they are all equals here? Not if Nadia is to be believed. Maya, so needy and so self-absorbed will stop at nothing to draw attention to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics are very much a part of the game, never mind Sax' s claim that this is "a scientific station" (60). And as usual, America wants to take charge, except, as Arkady claims, Americans are "reactionary" and less interested in helping solve the problems of the world. Robinson could be writing this book against the backdrop of the world economic crisis in 2009. As America desires to hold on the leadership position it has held, its apathetic attitude toward solving the global economy, the environment, international trade, war on drugs across the US-Mexican border remains constant. America's response is described by Arkady as "reactionary," and unfortunately it is still regarded that way in many circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this exchange occurs before the new occupants of Mars have taken up their residence on the red planet, events in the chapter Festival Night have already demonstrated the tragedy of bringing social ills, in this case, envy, jealousy to Mars. John's death seems parallel to that of the biblical Abel, who falls at the hand of his brother for no reason other than envy. A paradise lost, in both cases. Then again the way Jameson sees it, the text is only supposed to represent the state not produce it (409). Perhaps that's why even though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Mars &lt;/span&gt;is not Utopian, it explores issues such as terraforming, longevity treatments, scientific advancements, methods of resistance, etc., issues that allow us to envision a world different from our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, Jameson explores the relationship between sf and the Mars trilogies. I like his distinction between science fiction and scientific fantasy. It seems to me that a bulk of the novels we have read till now belonged to the latter category rather than to that of sf (as per Jameson's definition). I could be wrong, but that distinction has certainly helped clear up some nagging doubt I have harbored over the course of the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the the collectivist protagonists settle in on Mars, 'That's life on Mars" (104) becomes a refrain much like, "young people nowadays." They set about constructing, building, taking geological samples, cleaning, etc. It look like the routine would drain Nadia of all life until the expedition, where seeing non-red solid, and something akin to earth seems to jolt the life inside of her. The are fixing to get life going on Mars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-3806328349422789258?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/3806328349422789258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/04/planet-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/3806328349422789258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/3806328349422789258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/04/planet-mars.html' title='The planet Mars'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-7664594312068350593</id><published>2009-03-31T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:37:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean 2</title><content type='html'>Approach to Literary Criticism as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Political sf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feminist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Environmental/bio sf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lyrical style of writing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Her Quacker experiences shapes some of the themes in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Door into the Ocean&lt;/span&gt;. Her biology knowledge also features highly in her fiction.&lt;br /&gt;the book is also pastoral, ecofeminist. Women who live on a planet in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of language:&lt;br /&gt;Lyrical accounts of sea and marine biology. genomics, speak of life-shaping science. trees grow in girth rather than in phallic mode (anti-male?) a bio-political novel; primacy of non-violence as a trait and political strategy. Shows that peace-making is hard work. Likens huiman political activity to animal behavior as reflected in the struggle betwen Shorans and Valans initially in the novel.  Intergalactiv aggressors and small people struggling to survive in a poorly functioning economy.  Interlinked binaries seen through the male/female lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that people could choose to live peacefully without struggle and conflict.  Peacesharing as an attribute of de-sign, of constructing humans living in the world.&lt;br /&gt;She contributes to underscoring the importance of the emerging role of women writers of sf.&lt;br /&gt;The difficult politics of quaker consensus and how they guilt people into doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Realger transformed into a monster seems suggestive of the kind of person he is&lt;br /&gt;Nice's turn to violence is a little sad, but inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-7664594312068350593?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/7664594312068350593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ocean-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/7664594312068350593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/7664594312068350593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ocean-2.html' title='Ocean 2'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-40215738224667440</id><published>2009-03-29T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:02:22.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Door into the Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/Sc__WRyw1HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ll5i_FoYl88/s1600-h/adoor_merwen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/Sc__WRyw1HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ll5i_FoYl88/s400/adoor_merwen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750443146368114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Door into the Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merwen&lt;/span&gt; the Impatient and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Usha&lt;/span&gt; the Inconsiderate. We learn that the two women are foreigners in this place where they have just arrived—the planet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Valedon&lt;/span&gt;. They are Sharers. They come from a wet place, and so give us a sense that this place is very different from their own. There is constant reference to "parched," "dry floor," which suggests the contrast with their part of the world. Their mission: unknown. They simply state that they are here to share—they are sharers, right? Check out the many variations of the word share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SdAADn9TMqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PjpHOV27ApM/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SdAADn9TMqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PjpHOV27ApM/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751222190256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And indeed they share knowledge, medicinal, and other social qualities, which is ironic given they seem non-human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And then we meet the residents of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Valedon&lt;/span&gt;, and see that they are in fact people. People who live and struggle under the yolk of stern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;régimes&lt;/span&gt; reminiscent of the ones we know here on earth. It appears the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shorans&lt;/span&gt; are the ones we'd treat with suspect, for they seem to have it too easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;They seem to be in control of their lives; they know what they are doing, unlike, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Melas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tybalts&lt;/span&gt;, and the Beryls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chrysoport&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt; live a hard life. They have to earn their keep, they live off their sweat and yield to heartless enforcers of the laws of their land. I couldn't shake the biblical memory of Israel under the Egyptian taskmasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Joan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Slonczewski&lt;/span&gt;, on her website, calls this a book of binaries and indeed there are.  These binaries mostly rotate around the issue of gender. At first, it seems like female is good and male is bad; thus we have Sharer (female), physically weak, but spiritually superior; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Valan&lt;/span&gt; (male), otherwise referred to as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;male-freak&lt;/span&gt;. The Sharers are associated with organic, natural science seen through their medicinal healing and are life preserving, as opposed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt;, who are sort of stone cold and associated inorganic and physical science. Their lives are depicted as rationed in terms of food, ability to procreate, and the progression from one level to another is hard and painful. These characteristics manifest themselves in the health and well-being of the Sharers as opposed to the ill health of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Even the dresses of the two are women are described as 'common' but of "fine silk"; they look disgusting but they smell gingerly (3) and they are fearless and courageous, unlike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Valan&lt;/span&gt; men, who cower before the moon soldiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The other contrast is reflected in the general description of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt;: they are depicted as violent, cruel and unkind. There is no sense of social justice; this capitalist nation is man eat man, where taxation is high and mercilessly exacted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, binaries are at the heart of Door Into the Ocean, and, I suspect that deconstructing them is the task of the reader. There seems to be a play on the words 'share' and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;valan&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Valan&lt;/span&gt; speaks of valor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ysical&lt;/span&gt; strength, force macho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;—while the Sharers are human, they are all female and reproduce by "fusing ova," a supposedly complicated process that requires hands-on management. I have to wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Slonczewski&lt;/span&gt; borrowed this idea from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Gilman's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The process is unlike that of male/female fusion, so to speak, and it serves to highlight the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; of the Sharers, at least as far as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt; go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The spirituality of the Sharers is not to be taken lightly. It is their inner strength that serves to underscore the worth of every single Sharer individually and collectively as a people. It is manifested in the scene at the start of the book when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Roald&lt;/span&gt; threatens the two as they wait under the shade. They may have been drained of color, but "not from fear" (9). Further, we are told of the fearlessness in their stares as they look beyond the harbor and the cruel soldiers out to harass them.  It speaks to a collective sense of destiny that values consensus. According to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Encyclopedia of Lesbian and Gay Histories and Cultures&lt;/span&gt; by Bonnie Zimmerman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Door into the Ocean&lt;/span&gt; portrays a "feminist non-violent utopia threatened by patriarchal invasion" (790). The novel seems to have been appropriated by the Gay and Lesbian community. Perhaps it's because the Sharer women are portrayed in glowing terms—strong, resilient, self-sufficient, even though not necessarily male–bashing, but are affirmative of who they are as women.&lt;/span&gt; They are, however, contemptuous of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt; as seen in the exchange between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Usha&lt;/span&gt; and the dolomite corporal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kaol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Usha&lt;/span&gt; seems to be offended by the very word father, particularly in as far as it is associated with oppressing a young woman, for shaming the family for bringing a child into the world out of wedlock.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Theirs is a world without fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There is also the linguistic barrier posed by the two distinct planets. It seems rather unfair that while the sharers can understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Valan&lt;/span&gt;, their language sounds like Greek in the ears of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Valans&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Spinel&lt;/span&gt; finds out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Spinel&lt;/span&gt;, it seems plays an important, if bridging role in the novel. He leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;valan&lt;/span&gt; to travel to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Shora&lt;/span&gt; where, after living for a while, he slowly metamorphoses into a moon-creature. He recognizes that he is quite the sacrificial lamb, who has to experience life on Shore as he immerses himself completely in it. it's important to realize that he is not coerced. He chose to not take the pills, for example, a sign Merwin interprets as acquiescence. He becomes a learnersharer--a self-namer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer's knowledge of biology and her feminist ideals seem to infuse her fiction in the form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ecofeminism&lt;/span&gt;. As well, Edward Higgins suggests that the writer's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Quacker&lt;/span&gt; root, or what he calls,&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quaker-informed values bring her story’s conflicts into a thematic focus of an ethical-theological nature." He quotes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Slonscweski&lt;/span&gt; as saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My experience with the Quakers permeates everything I write. I have been shaped by the Quaker example of listening and relating to that of God in everyone and every creature. In my books, wherever people resolve differences by intersecting seemingly irreconcilable views--that comes directly out of what I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; seen among Quakers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;qtd&lt;/span&gt;. Higgins) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At any rate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Slonscweski&lt;/span&gt; uses her ability as story teller to transmit her sense of values and ideals, through as interwoven plot of a people that leads us through a door into the ocean.The plot seems far-fetched and long-winded, but I liked the book for what I perceived to be its lack of pretentiousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-40215738224667440?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/40215738224667440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/door-into-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/40215738224667440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/40215738224667440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/door-into-ocean.html' title='A Door into the Ocean'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/Sc__WRyw1HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ll5i_FoYl88/s72-c/adoor_merwen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-8757823630123970509</id><published>2009-03-24T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:45:38.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberpunk2</title><content type='html'>Cyberpnk is post the novel, so it shouldn't be the measure of the novel. It shouldn't interfere with the ideas in the novel. Gibson was thinking cyberspace, Bob Marley, etc, and so the ideas were floating around in his head about living in cyber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection with red light districts--an underworld of unseemly dealings, mishmash between east-west cultures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion: Maelcum is and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power behind the throne, matriarch: mother and grandmother of 3jane creates and activates the system that bears Wintermute...introduces the idea of AI. The human and the prosthetic addition of a machine.&lt;br /&gt;The merger of the two AIs creates personality&lt;br /&gt;Wintermute had to focus through other people's personas...the Neu is able to combine with him to become a personality. The machine becomes human in a positive way... a power balance is created when a human becomes machine rather than machine becoming human like AI. A frightening vision of power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly is given power, but with the stereotypical subordinate qualities--claws, glasses (hide her inner self), but she is also a ninja assasin, whos exists for a while as a puppet. But she was violated by habing her consiouness so she could get through sexual encounters without her knowing. She is constatly raped..an equivical figure, given power, but taken away (the power is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to Consuelo, who lives in two worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attempt to create a woman of Power is constantly undercut, perhaps unconsiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riviera is pure magic; telepathic and part of teh tradition of sf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of borders that get crossed are numerous...the borders between life and death; personality consruct; machine crosses into humanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-8757823630123970509?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/8757823630123970509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/cyberpunk2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/8757823630123970509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/8757823630123970509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/cyberpunk2.html' title='Cyberpunk2'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-5321941476149482409</id><published>2009-03-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:20:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a Cyborg and her Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Isn't it interesting to note that William Gibson was born in Conway, South Carolina! His biography indicates an early interest in science fiction in his childhood. There is also talk that he rejected religion, which, I suppose is meant to explain his imaginative creativity. He is also said to have vowed to "sample every narcotic substance in existence," which drug influence may be that shown in his strung up characters in the &lt;a href="http://lib.ru/GIBSON/neuromancer.txt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. His work belongs to that literary sub-genre known as cyberpunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The history of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://project.cyberpunk.ru/lib/neuromancer/"&gt;Cyberpunk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; has it that its origins are closely linked to the development of technology, particularly the computer. The computer brought about new worlds other than our own, which in turn fired up the imagination. The Virtual became a Reality, called Cyperspace. This setting is rather convenient, for as Tony Myers observes, " The concept of cyberspace is valuable as a narrative strategy because it is able to represent "unthinkable complexity," to gain a cognitive purchase upon the welter of data. It is a response to what Fredric Jameson has called "the incapacity of our minds, at least at present, to map the great global multinational and decentered communicational network in which we find ourselves caught as individual subjects" (The Postmodern Imaginary in William Gibson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt; 887)". Its new inhabitants, the new communities that arose were called cyberpunks. Unfortunately, you can take the human out of the world, but you cannot take the crime out of the human. And so it was that when humans migrated to the nether world, they took their crime with them. Only this time along with physical violence made possible by physically enhancing people, hackers went to work; phishing, and other forms of crime that were difficult to trace, or to prevent. Unfortunately, the world in  The world of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; seems to have degenerated into a dystopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There is organized crime and there is oppression…those who lord it over others get them to carry out their wishes or else. Chiba City is not a place desired. It is full of criminals, gangs, thieves, drug addicts, yakuzza, and enhanced human beings, who can easily tear their victims from limb to limb. It also has people who have the capacity to radically alter a person's nervous system; it happened to Chase as punishment for stealing from other thieves. Who knew mycotoxin could be so damaging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;At any rate, the damage prevents Chase for accessing and utilizing his brain-computer interface, a skill he requires to coexist in cybersace. He becomes suicidal, as his desperate attempts to find a cure fail and leave him bankrupt. Along comes Molly, who for lack of a better word I'd call cyborg. In “The Fetishization of Masculinity in Science Fiction: The Cyborg and the Console Cowboy,  Amanda Fernbach interrogates this concept of a cyborg, and, I guess, her cowboy. She is a mercenary for a fleeting character named Armitage, who offers to cure Case in exchange for his services as a hacker. Case is obviously excited at the possibility, but it is not as if he has much of a choice. At any rate, this console cowboy gets his nervous system repaired using new technology, but, to maintain leverage, Armitage has mycotoxin sacs implanted into his blood vessels—the same poison which initially crippled Case. Armitage promises Case that if he completes his work in time, the sacs will be removed, otherwise they will burst. Armitage also has Case's liver modified to prevent him from metabolizing cocaine. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There is a love underlying story…with Molly and Case becoming lovers, and even looking out for each other. They engage in clandestine acts for their master, Armitage, that involve stealing a ROM, sabotaging a plant, holographic illusions, artificial intelligence, traveling across borders to places as far afield as Finland , Turkey's most populous city, and its cultural, and economic center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The twist is the Tessier-Ashpool family residing at the mansion in the Freeside space station. In the same vein we learn of Wintermute, who was programmed by the Tessier-Ashpool dynasty with a need to merge with its other half—Neuromancer. Unable to achieve this merge on its own, Wintermute recruited Armitage and his team to help complete the goal. Case is tasked with entering cyberspace to pierce the Turing-imposed software barriers using a Chinese military grade icebreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;They have to contend with Lady 3Jane Marie-France Tessier-Ashpool, an unfrozen daughter clone and leader of Tessier-Ashpool SA. Things go awry. There are captures, slayings, escapes, re-emergence of Linda Lee, Case's girlfriend from Chiba City who was murdered, poisoning,  but most importantly, circumstances are such that Lady 3Jane is forced to give up her password and the lock is opened: Wintermute unites with Neuromancer, fusing into a greater entity. All is well with Case restored, except Molly leaves. Benjamin Fair writes of identity that in Neuromancer, "the new forms of identity point not so much to where we are headed in the future as to where we are in our present condition" (92).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Fair's discussion of  Neuromancer echoes N. Katherine Hayles' work, which I have been studying lately as it relates to information, emodiment, disembodiment.  I agree that being posthuman is coexsiting with technology. We need not dominate, not be dominated by technology. Just look at Chase and his struggles, first to escape the body second the price he pays for that desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Unresolved issues for me include questions such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Why does Molly leave Case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In what ways is Neuromancer different from Wintermute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-5321941476149482409?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/5321941476149482409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-cyborgs-and-her-cowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/5321941476149482409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/5321941476149482409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-cyborgs-and-her-cowboy.html' title='Of a Cyborg and her Cowboy'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-5013886625140413684</id><published>2009-03-03T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:50:11.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 (b) Tiptree</title><content type='html'>See Joann Russ, Biography on Tiptree--James Tiptree a separate entity from Alice Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women men don't see&lt;/span&gt;...capitalized on undermining male stereotypes.  The theme of metamorphosis had a great impact on her; she was averse to aging, and bodily transformation,which is why it's ironic that in taking on a pen-name, she transforms herself into a male. Tiptree becomes a conduit for her expressions of issues hitherto hushed about.   She played into the notion of male feminists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a determinism that is an "essentialistic strain" that the human species has this connection between sex and violence. Also deals with alternate reality...prescient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are brutal in their assessment of life and wildly romantic toward love as meaning, eroticism and spiritual ecstasy. Pain and pleasure impulses lie so closely together--a biological relationship; sex and violence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiptree is opposed to people (male/female) who use their power and their dominance to oppress others. Her work exemplifies awareness of feminist issues, given, perhaps her growing up in that era of women suffrage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women&lt;/span&gt;, women seem to be aliens too. Women who are adventurous, don't stand out the way pretty women do, yet are extremely competent at what they do. The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, Houston--similar to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt; given the exclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-5013886625140413684?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/5013886625140413684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-b-tiptree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/5013886625140413684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/5013886625140413684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-b-tiptree.html' title='8 (b) Tiptree'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-1473614304692257926</id><published>2009-02-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:49:55.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Far Away Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Screw Fly Solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine, refugees in the U.S.A." Now that quote really caught my attention. And then I learned the bitter truth, the women fleeing femicide! And yet Alan and Anne seem to be so in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cult beliefs manifesting themselves in the incident in Peedsville. The idea that an inquisitive woman would be deemed a danger to the survival of a nation. And to think that she could quite as easily have her life taken away is incredulous. But, "Dr. Fay was very dangerous, she was what they call a cripto-female (crypto?), the most dangerous kind. He had exposed her and purified the situation." The belief that the "evil part" of man is woman confounds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intrigued by the city listings, especially since one of them is Lubbock, Texas. On the radar that contains New Delhi, Johannesburg, Tripoli, Brisbane, and even Sao Paulo, how does Lubbock feature?  I get it, this is an all out war against women, and it is being felt in all the aforementioned cities. There is no hope, no intervention; not even from the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News gleaned from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Miami Herald&lt;/span&gt; reveals that a lot that has changed in the time since Alan had been to the US. Women seem to be particularly at risk, and so the fact that he is heading home to his woman and daughter sets the scene for some interesting drama. Meantime, femicide is being viewed as a mania that will run its course and fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions: What association is there between technological advancement, population pressure and the susceptibility of women? What about prevention?&lt;br /&gt;Insight: Alan is suffering a real conflict of crisis: the people he most longs for he cannot be with for fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human cruelty, love, gender, violence, aliens, mass death, religion. One thought, as with Greek tragedy, that there would be a savior last minute. No such luck! When it comes down to it, people are not in control--something else, perhaps genes? psychosis? why else would Alan so in love with his two gals succumb? All these themes come alive, thanks to the story's narrative structure: first person interspersed with documentation (also first person) that give us a glimpse into other scenes and form a cohesive pattern that in the end comes full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Women that Men don't See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adventure story that involves Ruth Parsons, who has hired a private plane piloted by Captain Estéban, and is taking a trip to Chetumal (Guatemala?) a location in South America along with her daughter Althea. A hitchhiker, Don Fenton, also the narrator comes along. A plane crash strands all four in a desolate area, where lack of fresh water sends Ruth and Don looking for fresh water. We learn that Ruth, like her mother, and possibly her daughter (will) never married. Ruth carries intense distrust for the male dominated society. This disposition sets the scene for her attraction to the student aliens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The description of the moments before the crash, "One important noise is missing—the motor. I realize Estéban is fighting a dead plane. Thirty-six hundred; we've lost two thousand feet." the situation is quite precarious, for as the narrator says, "It dawns on me we may be here quite some while." That sets the scene pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get to the root of "women that men don't see" in this tale. So far Fenton sees the women, but continually points out their unattractiveness. "Neat," he says, "but definitely not sexy." I find this disconcerting, especially given that these women don't seem to be inclined to look at themselves that way.  The exchange between Mrs Parsons and Fenton is telling of his stereotypical attitude to women, she, who confounds them all and proves herself adept at fending off inquisitiveness. Whatever one can say about Fenton, he does have lust on his mind; pining for Ruth, imagining Althea with the Mayan, as if being Mayan and mating with a Caucasian is itself an anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, here we go again with the discrimination, "Ruth, are you telling me you're prepared to accept a half-Indian grandchild?"It seems to me you can through fiction escape all the things you hate about our world of woes but you cannot escape your prejudices. So far, all the writers we have read have proved this over and over. Despite Ruth's reassurances to the contrary, Fenton keeps pushing the issue, now widening the net to include the father of Althea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Houston, Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="reviewTextContainer20656535" style=""&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainer10206276952298785902" class="reviewText"&gt;Race and gender and the war between the sexes...Tiptree will always be true to herself. Here, she presents us with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a sad and joyous exploration of in/vulnerability. Lorimer reminisces with shame an incident that left him exposed before girls in Junior High. Moylan offers that that incident sort of emasculated him and so he spent his days trying to prove his manhood. That may explain his vocation. It does, according to Tipree explain his dsitaste for the female who he calls "natural poisoners." Describing himself as the "token scientist," we can't help but anticipate his role in this saga. Going by the sequence I am reading this, Lorimer is the first scientist thus far in Tiptree's saga. And then there is NASA in Houston, and the setting all in a spaceship. where communication with the US space mission is being intercepted, a federal offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For scientists, guesstimating seems a little odd, but then again...        Apparently Sunbird's been missing for a long time and White Sands has long replaced Houston. Would that be White Sands New Mexico?In Scraps of the untainted, Tom Moylan writes that Lorimer's effort to recall one of "the best descriptions of the etymological process" (16). Tiptree manages to display a brain "expanding, understanding actively" as he attempts to get himself re-acquainted with the times. Tiptree depicts the women as being adept at their vocation, unlike the men, who seem to be struggling with coming to terms with their situation. Moylan observes that Lorimer is not the "alpha male that the other two are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given his background, it i fitting that it is Lorimer, who is able to "decode" the women, so to speak. To readjust, he unfortunately looks to his buddies, who are unable to help him, while shunning the women who he "gets" leaves him in limbo. Unlike the dominant-subordinate structure he is accustomed to, these women rule by consensus. Interestingly, Bud still looks at the female populace as there to service him. One could say that Tiptree uses Bud as the poster boy for all male thing evil--rapist, violent, chauvinist, prejudiced. Yak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interesting issues&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;dominance-submission structure seems to reinforce the notion of societal dominance and how much it takes a hold on individuals. Professed freedom cannot stand in the way of domination. Reminds me of all these Republicans bowing before tht altar of uch Limbaugh. Soon, JM will do his own mia culpa before the great great leader. North Korea anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is the Plan the Plan is Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bizarre story with an underlying gendered power struggle--Tiptree's favorite theme.   There is  is the power relationship between Moggadeet  Lilliloo characterized by dominance, as Moggadeet subdues Lilliloo through force at the pretext of caring for her. This power relationship is however inverted with Moggadeet not simply subdued but devoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytextsmall"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Oh, Lilliloo, greatest of Mothers.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It was not I who was your Mother. You were mine.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Shining and bossed you lay, your armor newly grown, your mighty hunting limbs thicker than my head! What I had created. You! A Supermother, a Mother such as none have ever seen!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is something bizarre about this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the true power is with Lilliloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="reviewTextContainer20656535" style=""&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainer10206276952298785902" class="reviewText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions I am left with after reading these short stories are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why are the men so consistently jerks? Is Tiptree channeling the reality of gender relations at the time, or are these a result of her own idiosyncrasies? A result of her life experiences perhaps? And why are women presented as if they have always already lost? Tiptree's women are also plain and unattractive;  Connie Constantia Morales is described as "moonshaped."I wonder what's up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Girl Who Was Plugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical science fiction- tragic story that revolves around the worn out concept of plugging the human brain into a computer for purposes of controlling a different body.  Philadelphia Burke, disfigured street girl is the girl who was plugged in. Her body is barely functional. That is until help comes along in the form of science. What follows is a bizarre series that sees Burke's mind linked to that of Delphi, who in turn relays brain manifest themselves in the form of Delphi, a vat grown clone with no mind of her own; her brain just a relay, linked to P. Burke’s mind. The two become intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burke, is of course, an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;The high tech and cyber elements of the story are almost cast as characters.  They function as tools of integration—the technology that penetrates the human body. One acknowledged incident is where Paul tells Burke that "on the coast the police have electrodes in their heads." This aspect redefines Burke's identity in the body of Delphi. She comes to think of herself as Delphi, wants to be Delphi, wants to escape her ugly body and live within Delphi forever. I wondered, did Delphi come into existence for a while, at least? How does Burke's death coordinate with Delphi's body and allow her to hang onto life for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the role of the so-called beautiful gods worshiped by Burke? The element of total control of communication is reminiscent of The Machine Stops, wherein the implication is that if you think outside the norm, you are outed. You are taken care of…reigned in. I see a dystopia here; What with hope, love, and justice all and forgotten.  As well, the idea of people being disposable is evident. Just like automation replaces workers on assembly lines, Paul seems slated to replace his father as director of GTX, the one body he tried hard to fight and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major themes of science fiction:&lt;br /&gt;What is it to be human?&lt;br /&gt;How do I relate to the other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-1473614304692257926?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/1473614304692257926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-far-away-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/1473614304692257926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/1473614304692257926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-far-away-places.html' title='Of Far Away Places'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-1298632725523516402</id><published>2009-02-22T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:42:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman on the edge of society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A vision of a future utopia where "natural" acts like conception, parenting, and even nursing (babies) is not the domain of women alone Instead, it is a world that has greatly benefited from science, which has allowed for possibilities like men who suckle and women who do not carry babies in their wombs. There is no possession in this future; not sexual; not parental; not material.  This view is pretty radical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who is to say that Marge Piercy's portrait of mental institutions and the treatment dealt out to their patients is untrue of the world we live in. The overarching themes of the relative notions of sanity and insanity; welfare and urban poverty are dealt with in a manner that leads the reader to question the nature of power in our society with regard to the urban poor, the undereducated and their lot. Not only that, one is compelled to question male and female relationships and what it means to be a woman in our world, but perhaps in the western world specifically.  Connie herself is a symbol of the oppressed weak, who find themselves at the mercy of institutions. Even when we share her sense of impotence in the face of her doctors and hospital staff, we see her as every victim, and so find ourselves rooting for her self-actualization. We want her to fight back, so we too can stand a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Piercy's ideas seem to be drawn from radical feminist ideas as evidenced by her portrayal of a strong and unique woman. But Consuelo Camacho Ramos's life of poverty and abuse, at a time when domestic violence is rampant and women survive by exchanging sexual favors, thereby being objectified does not say much about a unique and radical woman.  A victim, who is otherwise made into a villain, thanks to the power of the pimp, Connie is powerless to prevent her inevitable institutionalization in Bellevue Hospital. For a while, there doesn't seem like there is much going for her. But there is hope. Victimized she may be, but victim she will not be. Connie finds a "way out" of this incarceration through her mental forays into the future, which in turn bring us into contact with this village in which Piercy's Utopian vision unfolds before us. Ironically, her substance abuse is a result of the death at the hands of the police of her lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is 2137. Luciente is the person from outer space who communicates with Connie mentally and whose world she visits in the same way. She experiences his world mentally too. Luciente’s community located in Mattapoisett, a seemingly bucolic one turns out to be quite technologically sound as evidenced in the lives of the people who live there through whom we comprehend the breadth of this utopia, particularly the potential uses of biotechnology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perhaps Luciente and Connie are drawn together because they are fighting similar causes. Luciente's is a war against a system that prostitutes women and creates a hierarchical system of living, a war Connie knows too well about. This contact, though, allows her to cast off victim-hood and to stand up for herself, an act that brings her to the edge of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world that inspires her resists gender assignation, perhaps to escape victim-hood; here there are per(s). There is balance between work and play; there is a recognition that things can be so much better. And so in this world, humanity is striving to better perself through spirituality, interchange of genders, a reconfiguring of relationships, and a more pleasant union, on its way to becoming a utopia. Ironically, in a hospital that is meant to restore her sanity, Connie struggles to keep what sanity she had, for she senses the doctors will render her insane—brain-altering surgery is all too common. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beautifully written, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman on the Edge of Time&lt;/span&gt; possesses incredible vision and is empowering. The idea presented by Piercy of shifting our entire social system is profound. Peircy, I dare say, writes about human rights, albeit through the lens of women rights.  She highlights the manner in which women rights, responsibilities, and privileges when put in perspective can play a part in a new future. Other themes include American capitalism, and the inescapable human and environmental exploitation. The escapism in the novel has been likened to that in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thelma and Louise&lt;/span&gt;, and the stereotypical villains compared to Nurse Ratched in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Flew over a Cuckoo's Nest&lt;/span&gt;. I can see why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I for one I am left wondering if there is not a place to escape race and racism in western fiction. Apparently even SciFi has to pay homage to America's obsession with all things race. The wealthy white male (representing affluence) and  their usual victims (minorities), along with the consequences of their actions (of the wealthy), namely: patients and poverty, amply represented It seems to me that while SciFi writers have found a way to deal with gender (perself) when it comes to race they either eliminate all other races altogether,(Herland)  or they maintain/perpetuate the status quo.  There is no doubt that gender and ethnicity play a role in the disenfranchisement of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Consuelo Ramos&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Piercy's art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternates between novels that require research, contemporary fiction, women's feminist theory, etc. Also, she writes novels set in the region where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;Connie presented as empathetic character, that stops in fiction and is not available in the real world. The book is set up to be ambiguous in a number of ways; as a call to action. They are clashes: 1. The genre class: is this a SciFi or is it a psychological novel? She places you in a bind...if you feel she is crazy, then you have to believe that the semi-literate Connie is capable of making up such an exclusive utopia. If she is not crazy, her imagination is still tops. "Even if she is hallucinating she is not crazy." Piercy in a private conversation...The generic difference doesn't matter because the book is a fiction so why does it have an epistemological different status than the norm: science fiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie does not see this world as a Utopia...she sees it as backward, even more so than ours. Like her, readers are led to an understanding that it can become better with everyone's input. There is ambiguity and tension in that Utopia setting as well, making Woman on the Edge of Time a highly ambiguous book.&lt;br /&gt;This book was published at a time when there was heightened awareness of domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Piercy oversimplify schizophrenia...considering her attention to other issues? But she was wrongly diagnosed as schizophrenic...so there is more magical realism than illness. She gets visits from Luciente well before her institutionalization, so her hallucinations are not a result of her hospitalization. Schizophrenia may be a literaly trope than it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're headed for a negative future if we don't change course...&lt;br /&gt;What about Connie's need for love; they take her daughter, Dolly, Neda, Sybil, and Skip...everyone she (could) love.."If they had only left me one person...," she says. Piercy, like LaGuin suggests that the bond between people is the basis for all organization...the need to connect with another is the core of social realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder is a kind of suicide for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-1298632725523516402?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/1298632725523516402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-on-edge-of-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/1298632725523516402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/1298632725523516402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-on-edge-of-society.html' title='A woman on the edge of society'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-161179111531396716</id><published>2009-02-15T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:43:38.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Utopia of Opposites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SZjLcEJQ7pI/AAAAAAAAADw/MM8yPmTRpbg/s1600-h/fence3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SZjLcEJQ7pI/AAAAAAAAADw/MM8yPmTRpbg/s400/fence3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303212244238134930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been called a book of opposites. That's because it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utopian&lt;/span&gt;, but does not shy away from the flaws inherent within the utopia; it is feminist, but its protagonist is male; and it may promote communal social(ism) ideals, but it still values the creativity of the individual.  Unfortunately, this community is unsuitable for scientific genius to thrive. As we get into the throes of this book, we are keenly aware that something untoward is set to unfold. After all, all utopias critique existing societies, but unfortunately present unattainable options that model life that is quite simply out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twin planets: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt;, in which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dispossessed&lt;/span&gt; is set function perfectly for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LeGuin's&lt;/span&gt; tale. They are the comparable tale of two continents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt;' oppression and corruption is set in contrast with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;utopian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; society where idealists loathe government for its potential to turn into a "plutocracy" (Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brians&lt;/span&gt;). And so they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; peoples create a society that runs counter to that of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt;. They abolish all laws along with all forms of control, including language. Theirs is a lush world that is supportive of diversity. It is interesting that Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Guin&lt;/span&gt; chooses to depict anarchy and order as two separate planets, with the anarchical functioning better than the orderly. It is, however, a tactical move that allows her to truly break down the two planets; to deconstruct them without any kind of sugarcoating whatsoever. Thus, although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; is the better planet to be, Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Guin&lt;/span&gt; purposely depicts its flaws, a style that highlights the ideals even more. The society on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; seems to work because of its newness and clear-cut separation from the corruption of the other. The idea of relocation is similar to that of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and seems to suggest that settlers need to undergo severance to create, in this case, an anarchical, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;utopian&lt;/span&gt; society. Still, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LeGuin&lt;/span&gt; does manage to cast a shadow on anarchism and its potential to exist albeit without imploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shevek&lt;/span&gt;, a character, who Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Guin&lt;/span&gt; fully develops, depicts the would-be agent of change in a science fiction. His special aptitude to scientific knowledge along with what we learn of his upbringing from childhood, to adolescence, and then adulthood, all skillfully prepare us for the singular sense of purpose behind the mind of the genius in the center of this drama. Unfortunately for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Shevek&lt;/span&gt;, his impoverished community denies him access to the materials and the opportunity to commune with equally-minded people (scientists). His genius cannot flourish and is in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how fictionalized worlds often mirror our own. Both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Annares&lt;/span&gt;' system of governance closely resemble today's government approach with regard to international global issues and controversies. The question is: how does one know that a given system of government is ineffective or abusive of its power? How can one know unless one has been exposed to a different structure against which to compare? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Shevek&lt;/span&gt;, the genius physicist thinks it is impossible to know for a fact. He is able to gain an outside perspective only because he was able to leave his anarchy-based &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Odonian&lt;/span&gt; society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dispossessed&lt;/span&gt; fits the working definition of utopia, in as far as it fits the criteria of physical isolation; social and political benevolence; communal goodwill, etc. By all accounts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; is presented as better, more desirable, than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt;. But then it has its flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SZjLma0zVfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lWZ0J8aw23c/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SZjLma0zVfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lWZ0J8aw23c/s400/garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303212422125016562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula K. Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Guin&lt;/span&gt; has been categorized as being sympathetic to and understanding of anarchist theory; perhaps she was an anarchist herself. She may write about other planets, but she chronicles human experiences that mirror our own, regardless of the setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavily influenced by Native American cultures: myths and tales.&lt;br /&gt;Science fiction time is Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; uses actual scientific facts or theories; has some scientific content, however speculative. May break the law of physics, respects social sciences, treats metaphors as metaphors. No interest or relationship with technology. So it's not fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is her work soft science fiction? Since it's not based on hard sciences...astronomy, physics, computer science, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminism: women's perspective brings good prose. Men think "holistically" while men think in "a linear fashion". The dispossessed have descended from this one woman...in line with the genre of science fiction, where utopias had been given up on (given its static/boring perception). It became a social critique of the society we live in so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;LeGuin&lt;/span&gt; sets up these dichotomies, the opposite ways of living that she explores and compares. She picks the extremes, of course. This woman's influence and her way of thinking is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: simultaneity and how it encompasses the notion of time is central to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dispossessed&lt;/span&gt;. An epistemological anarchist (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Fayerabend&lt;/span&gt; against [empirical] method as the way of doing science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall: what makes the wall? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Shevek&lt;/span&gt; meets walls (his thinking would come to an end). What created barriers? Are they non-existent; if they exist, can they be easily crossed? She aims to tear down walls, by reaching out to the other and the necessity of not walling others in when you wall others out. She attempt to create a universe where there are no walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her work is deconstructive  venture into the ideas she explores. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Shevek&lt;/span&gt; is a scientist and theorist, whose physics is a kind of mysticism, religion, and philosophy. The grand unification he comes to in chapter nine is to figure out simultaneity and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sequentialism&lt;/span&gt; the diachronic/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;synchronic&lt;/span&gt; dialect (Saussure). The two help make each other make sense. Literal and metaphor are parallel in this book...so walls are coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree in which language is complicit in creating reality. The old language would trap, so to start anew, you create a new language. Language shapes cultural thought, so it's key in founding a new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Utopias, the power of love destroys totalitarian structures; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;LeGuin&lt;/span&gt; uses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; love to enable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Shevek&lt;/span&gt; the courage to leave. What he had to do is be so sure of his relationship with her that he could leave. The relationship between two people is the primal wall to go down; the first step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrative techniques/structure of the novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story inverts the classical utopia; the land he comes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt; is the strange land, the land he goes to is (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Anaress&lt;/span&gt;) is the land we know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Anares&lt;/span&gt; is more land and less ocean with all animal life in the ocean. the land is dessicated. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt; has less land, more ocean; virgin than lush. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;isolation&lt;/span&gt; has enabled them to survive close to their ideal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;desolation&lt;/span&gt; allows them to use the minerals (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Urras&lt;/span&gt; so it's not destroyed) and also supply and demand. Only people who have plenty can afford to be magnanimous. being altruistic is bad in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; because it is assumed that you have more; you are unequal then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two small spaces that aren't part of the planets, though which the stranger is able to go (back and forth) to discover the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three basic levels of the narrative:&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Utopian&lt;/span&gt; value of the anarchist society&lt;br /&gt;2. The complex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;estrangement&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Urrastic&lt;/span&gt; society (USA, Soviet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Union&lt;/span&gt;, Vietnam)&lt;br /&gt;3. The self-critic of anarchism itself (no Utopians indulge in self-critique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This imperfect utopia in anarchical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Anarres&lt;/span&gt; does not solve the problems...see &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/senorefe/glossary.html"&gt;glossary&lt;/a&gt;. Even if you invent a whole new language or culture, it is based on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;disspossesion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-161179111531396716?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/161179111531396716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/utopia-of-opposites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/161179111531396716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/161179111531396716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/utopia-of-opposites.html' title='A Utopia of Opposites'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SZjLcEJQ7pI/AAAAAAAAADw/MM8yPmTRpbg/s72-c/fence3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-302364458818602353</id><published>2009-02-05T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:48:39.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eco-disaster(erd)  Dystopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Sheep Head for a Dystopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The hungry sheep look up and are not fed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spred:&lt;br /&gt;Besides what the grim Woolf with privy paw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Daily devours apace, and nothing sed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; But that two-handed engine at the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lycidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SY5sNL2vp3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jg0O7YZGThk/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SY5sNL2vp3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jg0O7YZGThk/s400/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300292785238157170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt; paulabecker.com/blog/?p=146&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sheep Look Up&lt;/span&gt; were set in the 21st century, one wouldn't be too far wrong in perceiving inferences of George Bush's legacy as foreign policy antagonist and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="hw"  &gt;defier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of warnings about the changing nature of the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. A president who flouts warnings about the  environment and spews gems like, "You are either with us or against us," is no different from Prexy in Brunner's fictional US of A in his perceived war against terror.  A nation founded on laws is flouting them in an increasingly repressive system of governance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;corporate greed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;technology that is not up to&lt;br /&gt;the task.&lt;/span&gt; And in this mix are the people; the trusting sheep that won't protest nor exercise their intellect. They are headed for a cliff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sheep Look up.&lt;/span&gt; Ah, what a tale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheep&lt;/span&gt; appears to be a novel about ordinary people ranging from an insurance salesman, a nurse, a journalist, the son of a wealthy oil producer, a soldier, a doctor, a relief worker, and others. The theme seems ordinary too: an interplay of cause and effect, a net of interrelations that spans the whole world, and from which no one can escape. Similarly, the narrative is interspersed by ordinary occurrences such as advertisements, news flashes, public speeches, and daily weather reports that detail the extent of air pollution. Clearly, this fiction falls in the category of nature criticism that paints a dire picture of the environment. Catastrophe looms.  It ranges from environmental decay with the resultant foul air and the inevitable water shortages. However, as if to emphasize the idea that the world is one, that what happens in one part of the world affects another, affliction is universal. No wonder the United Nations is added to the mix! While this calamity is not limited to the usual targets in the third world, the tale is set in the United States, specifically, Denver, so there is the usual demographic and class composition in the form of race, blue and white collar workers, entrepreneurs, hippies and the elite, etc. And as it is with science fiction, there is always a scientist, whose radical experimentation verge on the fringe of the outer limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems rather obvious to state that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sheep Look&lt;/span&gt; up is rather bleak. But, it has to be said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheep&lt;/span&gt; is so bleak it borders on horror. Perhaps the reason we, collectively as a world, have not felt the kind of horror vividly envisaged in this tale, is that while some of the disasters dealt with equal our own, they have been far spread and confined to far away places, like Auschwitz, Darfur, Rwanda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chernobyl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hiroshima, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;China (SARS); they have ranged from Mad Cow Disease, Tsunamis, and the list goes on. In recent times, 9/11 literally shocked the entire world, because, thanks to cable news, the whole world bore witness to that attack. That experience allows us to accept the magnitude of destruction portrayed in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the novel, the entire world has been struck with disasters ranging from incurable diarrhea, to starvation, to a season that is out of whack (snow in April). This time, not only has disaster hit closer to home (the US), but it has spared no corner of the world. John Brunner seems to hold the US responsible for the debacle as he presents to us the US on the brink of an apocalypse ushered in by an ecodisaster disaster. Science has brought us antibiotics, insecticides, pollution, all of which hasten climate change and global warming. But first, there is contaminated food delivered in an African country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Train holds great capital among those who believe in Brunner's passionate cause: the environment. His beef: abuse of the planet. As a result of Train's work, a community of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trainites&lt;/span&gt;, who are really environmentalists inhabiting the woods, help champion his cause. Unfortunately, Train wants to inject the cause with a measure of intellect so as to be taken seriously, perhaps, by the other environmentalists represented by Bamberly. The trainites may be living off the land, but by engaging in subversive acts like setting off bombs and explosions, they are accelerating its demise. No wonder the elite conservatives despise them and Austin Train wishes to bring that to a halt. Meanwhile, the irony is that the elite environmentalists do not realize the relationship between their own excessive consumption and the degeneration of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his part, John Brunner pushes his environmental message at the expense of his messengers. The characters in the novel are introduced to us through limited incidences and discussions involving what else, the environment. They don't develop beyond the mouthpieces that they are. At least I didn't get a sense of who they are in terms of personality; I don't empathize with their dilemma, except for Train, whose thought process we get to engage more with. Brunner does not give me room to. There are no heroes in this novel. There are lost souls who perish due to sill mistakes or preventable accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lack of rapport between the characters and the reader may well be because of the style that Brunner opts to narrate his tale. Using clips from the media, a little bit of prose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a couple of vignettes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and not so dramatic shifts from one scene to the next (with no clear connection) --he takes a novel approach to storytelling. However, his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="sense_content"  &gt;seeming foreknowledge of event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s we now know are consistent with today's digital media is uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheep Look Up&lt;/span&gt; is more about ideas than about characters. it is the series of ideas that carry the story forward. It expresses the complexity of reality rather successfully. The trainites want to be violent, a move contrary to Austin Train, the person they are rallying behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eng.fju.edu.tw/Literary_Criticism/cultural_studies/decerteau.htm"&gt;The Practice of Everyday Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel de Certeau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events in history may expose the reality&lt;br /&gt;He was concerned with evaluating power and institutional boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major themes/ideas/topics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the elements--the pollution of the water, wide scale pollution, the ocean, the Great Lakes dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-302364458818602353?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/302364458818602353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/eco-disastererd-dystopia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/302364458818602353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/302364458818602353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/02/eco-disastererd-dystopia.html' title='An Eco-disaster(erd)  Dystopia'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SY5sNL2vp3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jg0O7YZGThk/s72-c/sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-1974608287119984204</id><published>2009-01-30T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:30:29.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paranoia of Utopias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"As if one man could bring about a world war and the deaths of millions, even if he wanted to" (Dick).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the Prison-house of Language, Fredric Jameson observes of the semantic triangle that it is "deigned to diagram the way in which, from any given starting point, S, a whole complex of meaning possibilities, indeed a complete meaning system may be derived" (163). I.A. Richards, a proponent of the New Rhetoric, saw in the semantic triangle, the better form of communication; one that de-emphasized persuasion and moved it into a hermeneutic—a place for understanding the text. According to this theory, words/language are indeterminate; they are instruments. Signs, on the other hand, are more comprehensive than words themselves, so meaning has to be interpreted in a larger context. In this context, ambiguities are the hinges of thoughts as they help open things up. By this logic, thought creates an indirect relationship between the symbol and the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Understanding the semantic triangle made up of the symbol (or the word), the thought expressed in the words used to describe the referent, and the referent itself, that which is conjured up in the mind depending on the words, is a useful form of deciphering communication. It is made meaningful more so in Dr. Bloodmoney, given that Phillip K. Dick leaves it to the reader to decide for herself what's real and what isn't. By Jameson's semantic triangle, Dick succeeds in elevating his form of fiction from the usual response to the concrete historical dilemma in the form of the bomb, to an iteration of a truly different world as a result of that bomb. The remaining inhabitants are left to decide their future from hereon depending, not on past privileges or disadvantages accorded say, by race, social class, but on sheer skill and ingenuity. The characters free their imagination and so do we. As readers, we have to allow our imagination to be free of our representation of the world before we can make meaning of the fantastic world that is conjured up in most science fiction. Jameson makes us aware that discussing a future society that can't be represented realistically is complicated because it demands a paradigm shift in our imagination. The racial undertones present occupy that familiar place in the American psyche. Dr Bloodmoney may be a work of fiction, sf at that; but at a certain level it is not. Note that Dr. Bloodmoney is set in Berkeley, West Marin County, and it mentions familiar places, such as the Pentagon, Washington, NY City, and deals with familiar concepts—family, love, etc. It also orbits the earth via satellite, occupied by Walt Dangerfield. Thus, we are simultaneously required (in our imagination) to move back and forth between the real and the fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In Dr. Bloodmoney, we are not focused on what is human, or real, (Hoppy Harrington) or even sane (Stuart McConchie); we weave among all three; we navigate the politics and the personal in light of the catastrophe that has just been witnessed. The characters are sandwiched between two catastrophes—the explosion; the war. Out of the catastrophe emerges a simpler world. In the process, though, we see a glimpse of how humans survive in situations like this; how they maintain their personality and how they remain true to their values—values they once held before all hell broke loose.  Thankfully, the message of hope and unity endures in the character of Walt Dangerfield despite the loneliness he suffers following the suicide of his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are left to distinguish between the physical and the psychological explosions. Are we under the spell of Bluthgeld and his psychic powers? What is real? imagined? the semantic triangle might help us make meaning here. Again, Dick seems to be dealing with a futuristic world in a world where the future has come and gone. But it isn't predictive in that none of that happened. Perhaps it forces us to consider what could be, if it were to occur. The atomic blast occurred and now survivors of the blast are attempting to forge their way ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dick's narrative strategy seems to suit Jameson's description of science fiction (sf) novels. Notice how Dick extrapolates the reader into negotiating the "relationship between the author's environment and the created world" (44). We find ourselves in the suburbs of San Francisco where, along with the characters, we encounter and navigate the catastrophe orchestrated by Dick's imaginative mind. We are drawn into his personal moral and psychological concerns about good and evil. In fact, there are more instances in which tendencies in the historical environment are played out in the alterative world. These include war, nuclear disasters, protest letters (to President Johnson), etc. And in this third world that is being remade, we see unfolding before us, a sort of bucolic existence in which great cities and technological advances are  not the mark of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that runs on electricity gets thrown out as kipple, a manifestation of entropy---&lt;a href="http://www.43folders.com/2007/12/12/dick-kipple"&gt;Dick's idea of entropy&lt;/a&gt;--a state of inaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idios kosmos (solitary delusion--Hoppy; Bluthdel) koinos kosmos (shared world--book ending). Is Dr. Bloodmoney in the genre of science fiction? Given the scene that occurs after the holocaust, it is. No so much a fantasy element, but science gone wrong leads to an evolvement of changes that take us to the next level...atomic/radiation changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-1974608287119984204?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/1974608287119984204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/paranoia-of-utopias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/1974608287119984204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/1974608287119984204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/paranoia-of-utopias.html' title='The Paranoia of Utopias'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-4507872763901116798</id><published>2009-01-23T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:49:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Technological Utopia: Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, through the eye of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ecocriticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, we see the relationship in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Machine Stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Brave New World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, between human and machine. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Machine Stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Vashti, her son Kuno, and fellow inhabitants of the technological underworld, give a new meaning to the term humanity. Here we have human beings, who despise, shun elements of humanity, preferring instead the mechanized world orchestrated by the machine. The scientific revolution has entrapped the very people who created it, trapping them literally underground in tiny little cells and in isolation from other humans. It has reduced communication and narrowed it to Skype—like technology, and mobility is limited to automated modes akin (in our world) to elevators and fast trains. The air they breathe is bottled (air conditioning). The technological imagination of E.M. Forster is 21st century and beyond!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The irony is that less is more; a room that contains but a reading table and an armchair in fact has everything—at the switch of a button. Bath, food, literature, and essentials necessary to keep this race going, and Vashti, who we see up close and personal, productive reduce life to a minimal. Everything else in inconsequential. But, wait a minute, isn't that the work of machines? to be productive? Instead the situation is reversed. The place is totally sanitized, and the humans have been drained of all humanity (which also applies to BNW); the machine is now revered, and worshipped. In the words of Kuno, they have forgotten that they created the machine and they are beginning to worship it. This world has given up the sense of space (Kuno's words). The machine blurs human relationships, renders all things artificial and mechanical. That no one is in control of their own lives doesn't seem to bother them, except perhaps for Kuno, poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In A Brave New World, the themes are no different: avant-garde developments in science and technology, genetic engineering, mutations, bio-technological advancements and how they take man away from nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the onset, we learn that technology is used to control the affairs of this society from fertilization through growth to specific roles each ought to play in maintaining this utopia. Every detail is meticulously directed; there is conditioning, and a blunting of emotions. Symbolically, The Ford model is cast as a capitalist symbol juxtaposed alongside a collectivist world.  Ford T model as a symbol of this brave new world represents a significant break from the past, which includes religion, family, love, freedom, and all emotional ties. The irony is that in this technically engineered world; one whose goal is to eliminate suffering and other touchy-feely emotions, there are unhappy, anxious, even uncertain inhabitants, who constantly banish this unpleasantness with the drug soma.  Worst of all, life may be good, but it lacks a zing; excitement—it's mechanical, quite literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moreover, there is this element of a caste system, even in this BNW. What's with having a stratified layering of people into intellectuals and laborers? Why in a state that can be engineered to be free of all things unpleasant? Also, in a society so driven by technology, why is there a lack of a robust debate on intellectual and scientific inquiry? This situation alone works against both technological utopias, rendering them static and eventually leading to their implosion. Just like The Machine Stops, BNW favors conformity and shuns external influences, all of which may cause them become dystopias, rather than the utopias they set out to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wilderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, we grapple with themes of space and the landscape. However,  while both are considered unbridled, language is even more so, as Gerrard puts it language is, "wild in the sense that it 'rises unbidden' and eludes our intellectual capacities" (83). Contrast that wild capacity with the domesticated nature of the wilderness. What a paradox! Perhaps it borders well with the dystopias now seen in both BNW and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Machine Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s.It which case, Wilderness is a fitting rationale for this fascination with utopias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion&lt;br /&gt;With Huxley and Forster, they both project a culture into which people are lured into docility because of instant satisfaction. These elements undermine humanity in as much as totalitarianism. Conventions threaten to close off people's emotional access. There is a difference between the isolation sought by Kuno and that by Vashti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time:&lt;br /&gt;Jameson and The Semantic rectangle...read Dick (the novel) and Jameson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-4507872763901116798?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/4507872763901116798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/technological-utopia-wilderness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/4507872763901116798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/4507872763901116798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/technological-utopia-wilderness.html' title='A Technological Utopia: Wilderness'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-3492985553030905982</id><published>2009-01-16T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:47:55.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A female Utopia</title><content type='html'>UTOPIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gilman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a socially feminist perspective, which seems to be validated by the narrator, a sociologist, who is sympathetic, in awe, and even supportive of the utopia of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vandyck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the narrator holds views that are contrary to those represented in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He holds, for example, that women are inherently inferior beings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vandyck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also believes that women in general are incapable of being on their own; of sustaining a civilization and maintaining social order complete with advancement in fields such as geography, anthropology, geology (54), etc. Those views may be the result of his own social influence through education, and upbringing.  It is therefore remarkable that he of all three men is the one who makes a 180, and is in awe of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The very nature of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a complete rebuttal of his long held views, demonstrated in the first instance with the men's subjugation and eventual conversion. This, of course, may be testament to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gilman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; technique--her choice of a male narrator, who is the most skeptic of them all and therefore whose turn around serves as a form of verification for her ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s founding is both temporal and spatial. It is physically removed from our land; is located in an elevated place accessible only through great scaling and striving, symbolically indicating the superiority of women in relation to men and their place in society. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; represents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the best of what our-land could be, but for the constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not without faults, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so unbelievably non-fictional, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;utopian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with a few sprinkles of romance. For the most part, I found the tale to be a yarn. A yarn highly critical of the status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, of the world outside of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but that holds little in a way of sustained interest given the bizarre revelations surrounding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;parthenogenetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; form of reproduction attributed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Herlanders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. These asexual women, who perpetuate and maintain a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;homogeneous&lt;/span&gt; society of all white women who wear their hair short and portray a mechanized form of cognitive and human emotions.  The only imagination I could conjure up is that of the famed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Stepford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wives.  They also harbor and practice eugenicist tendencies, allowing only those women deemed suitable to procreate and raise their own girl-children. This flaw is just a little different but similar to Darwin's origin of the species and the theory of natural selection—the drive to physical perfection precludes those who are not "fit for that supreme task" (85).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENDER&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; resents the ways in which men outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gain control over women economically, socially, culturally, sexually. She indicates how the advanced women of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; avoid that fate by showing self reliance and even demonstrating superiority in their creating of a world without men. They do not even need each other sexually, as I do not read any indication of lesbianism otherwise alluded to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lesbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I do not necessarily agree with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gilman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; assessment of the origins of gender restrictions; I think they are rooted in the larger nature of who we are as a human race and how we have attempted to make sense of and live in it. At any rate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; succeeds in making women the norm and men the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men hold a number of stereotypes of women when they arrive in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and most, if not all, are systematically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;disproven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Interestingly, there are instances where the men and women agree on stereotypes of masculinity and femininity. Still, there are traits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seems to consider female and male. The desire to dominate, exemplified by Terry is seen as unwelcome, and even uncouth and is a constant cause of embarrassment for his buddies. Terry breaks eloquently exclaims "They've neither the vices of men, nor the virtues of women- they're neuters!" (84). Terry, is obviously quite frustrated at this point. On the other hand, there is noting wrong with being soft and unafraid to show emotions, female traits, which Jeff personifies, and which is lauded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In as far as there is universal peace…good will, and mutual affection, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a utopia. Here is a world where there is no poverty, no crime, and people are self-motivated. There is no competition, no strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; critics the male-dominated science and its negative consequences on the very environment it purports to better. She therefore chooses to present an alternative kind of science; one that is community-based and that values the interconnections between itself, nature, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;femalekind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She ventures into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ecocriticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by displaying her knowledge of ecology and literature by presenting to us a kind of Eden, an exemplary world that offers solutions to ecological problems (Greg Garrard 6) given the forward thinking nature of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Herlanders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. These women's spirituality is a form of mother/goddess worship dedicated to progress, without resorting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;capitalism&lt;/span&gt; or globalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard of living in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is infinitely better. The clothes feel smooth to the skin, the food tastes better, the fruit is richer, the air is cleaner, the linen feels good to the skin...it is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ecotopia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context&lt;br /&gt;Public and private sphere....women were shut out of the public sphere and never allowed to speak out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; may have been in response to this status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;. They were not even allowed to publish in the public press...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkins having grown up in a culture for domesticity for women resented and fought the status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;, which, along with a series of personal tragedies, led to her writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Pape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r. As well, the situation of women in 1915 warranted this kind of response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Technology of Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;...women and technology.&lt;br /&gt;Van as a sociologist is good for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Herland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because a scientific view can't hurt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Gilman&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-Victorian romanticist who likes the pastoral rather than the sublime. The women had a pragmatic outlook to surviving&lt;br /&gt;social construction versus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;essentialism&lt;/span&gt;...the book is rhetorically structured to force readers to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;engage&lt;/span&gt; with social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt;; to separate biological issues of female/male from gender issues of the limitations/superiority of each.&lt;br /&gt;intersection of patriarchy, violence, capitalism (simple minded take)&lt;br /&gt;attitudes toward science&lt;br /&gt;language and naming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contradictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;scientist&lt;/span&gt; of Van and closeness to nature&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; notion of female relations to motherhood&lt;br /&gt;education&lt;br /&gt;racism, lack of diversity&lt;br /&gt;lack of desire to explore&lt;br /&gt;anti-patriarchy/pro-matriarchy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;chauvinism&lt;/span&gt; reversed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-3492985553030905982?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/3492985553030905982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/female-utopia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/3492985553030905982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/3492985553030905982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/female-utopia.html' title='A female Utopia'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321872755583087564.post-7463710244038456089</id><published>2009-01-05T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:43:35.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangri-La</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SWKmAIoHu_I/AAAAAAAAADA/r2vyBGg7lA4/s1600-h/utopia_1997ca0fcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SWKmAIoHu_I/AAAAAAAAADA/r2vyBGg7lA4/s400/utopia_1997ca0fcb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287971433732357106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;My Utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mahali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; is the Swahili name for place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Less common than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, if you have watched Disney &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/junglebook/"&gt;Jungle Book&lt;/a&gt;. But, I digress. Just feeling a little nostalgic, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the context of this course, I am prompted to pause the question: what is the idea of real Utopias? Contradictory, right? Given the fantasies associated with utopias, once cannot help but be in agreement with realists, who eschew any mention of the concept of utopia. Does this mean we waste time discussing the term?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why waste time on an idealistic state when there are so many practical issues we can devote time and mind to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps it's this element that makes the subject of utopia sexy; the dramatic tension that oozes out of this tension between the ideal and the real. After all, we humans have never stopped dreaming of what could be; humans' imagination cannot be limited by reality. Some seemingly impossible visions have been realized this way, albeit with tragic consequences as in the Waco or even Jonestown massacres, and closer to home for me, we have &lt;a href="http://www.iheu.org/node/1567"&gt;Kanungu&lt;/a&gt; mass murder. Others such as the FLDS are treated with suspicion and considered extreme, or lately, fundamental! What these purported utopias have in common is religion and exclusion. Hmm! Others are based on visions of grandeur, related to racial superiority as Afrikaner Separatism in South Africa, the Biafra War in Nigeria, Negritude in Francophone Africa, and countless separatist movements in Spain, Iraq, India, Latin America all in the quest of the ideal. There is the sense that such movements have their roots in radical social changes needed to reduce oppression as a motivating factor; this motivation is sufficient to birth a movement, even though the likely actual destination may fall short of the Utopian ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, as pointed out in the examples above, the road to utopia may lead us astray, spurring us on trips that have no real destinations at all, or worse, lead us to some unforeseen abyss. This is no indictment on utopian ideals, often grounded in the real potentials of humanity; but not every follower is privy to information regarding  Utopian destinations and how to access them.  This secrecy is often a means of manipulating the masses, and, who knows? They may be the impediment to practical tasks necessary to attaining utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my expectations for the course, I am happy about what seems to be the literature component of the course, a welcome respite from all the theory (an not all of it unified). I have been pulled and stretched in so many directions, the only thing I look forward to is engaging with the course material. There are a  number of courses I have taken that I was initially opposed to, but found intriguing once I engaged with the course content and the instructor. The dynamics of the class itself also play a role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving myself open, which is a good thing given that this is the semester in which I get to streamline my research topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321872755583087564-7463710244038456089?l=mahali-josie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/feeds/7463710244038456089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/shangri-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/7463710244038456089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321872755583087564/posts/default/7463710244038456089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mahali-josie.blogspot.com/2009/01/shangri-la.html' title='Shangri-La'/><author><name>Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987968014126820879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_PoJBtj5iI/SWKmAIoHu_I/AAAAAAAAADA/r2vyBGg7lA4/s72-c/utopia_1997ca0fcb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
