May 2008

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Woes of Living On My Own

Things I didn’t want when I moved: Loud argument, screaming matches, and the stress that comes with it. People who don’t pay the rent. Problematic relationships between the owner of the house and tenants, often resulting in the above screaming matches. The unfortunate desire to remain like a hermit in my room at all times, only coming out to get water and rarely coming out to cook food. Things I got: All of the above. Yeah. Not feeling it right now. (Don’t click the read more, there isn’t any more after this!)

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Do Electric Sheep Have Android Dreams?

Yes, that is a clever pun and it’s entirely intentional. I’ve been incredibly unproductive today, mostly because I wrote two essays yesterday (still have two left) and my brain literally just wants to sit around and do nothing. I spent most of today trying to think of a good topic for one of my other essays and finally came up with one. Still, I feel that I’ve fallen away from this blog a little so I thought I’d present one of my earlier essays. This is a reader response, so it isn’t a typical essay (for the record it’s on Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick). So, enjoy: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep is a trip into the subconscious of one of science fiction’s most renowned authors since the fall of the Golden Age, the Age of Science, and, for the most part, the Age of Sociological SF. Dealing with the overrunning theme of empathy—from a human perspective and from an android perspective—the text reflects some of Dick’s largest concerns with human culture in general. Dick wrote much about the death of the empathic culture in his non-fiction work and often referred to modern society–in his day–as a form of mechanical android devoid of the ability to truly empathize with fellow human beings. During Dick’s life, and particularly when this novel and some of his non-fiction work was written, it seems as though this idea of a dead youth culture–a mechanical youth culture–doesn’t fit. The novel was written in 1968, a year which sits right in the middle of the Vietnam Conflict (the intention here is to avoid using the term “war” since there was no official declaration of war by Congress, which makes the military actions in Vietnam something else entirely, even though the scale was that of a war), and would also have been influenced by the anti-war protests which really dug in around 1965. It would seem that Dick’s personal concern with empathy in his more personal writing is nothing short of a personal opinion. Or perhaps what Dick saw was a different side of the anti-war protests that is often glossed over today—the treatment of the troops. The ultimate question is: what does it mean to be human? Is it only the ability to feel for the self and for others? Are the androids human? It’s difficult to look at the novel and assume some sort of humanity to the androids simply because they are labeled as “androids”, not humans. They are instantly identified not only by the characters–who are human–but also by Dick himself in the narration as something not human. Whether androids are nearly human or not is really irrelevant. What matters is that the relationship between Deckard and the android illegals–Pris, Roy, etc–is entirely occupied with the question of the human. Deckard wonders this question about himself: Is he human if he can feel for the androids? Certainly the arguments Deckard gives for what is and isn’t human makes sense. The androids are cold, almost heartless, a fact which Isidore learns when Pris plucks off all but four of a spider’s legs. There is something strangely inhuman about them beyond the fact that we as readers know they are androids. They react differently and in a lot of ways they are almost like sociopaths. Towards the end of the novel characters like Roy Batty actually begin to call for the death of Isidore even though Isidore is probably the only human being willing to provide some level of support for the androids. Thinking of them as sociopaths–at least to a certain extent, since they are perfectly capable of interacting together, which says plenty about how androids relate to humans–gives a perfect example of the inhuman. Sociopaths are not considered normal in regular society for good reason: they care nothing for the rights of others and are incapable of living by the rules of society. The androids, to a certain extent, are an example of the human “God complex”. The Bible declares that man is made in the image of God and yet the androids are made in the image of man, creations by the hand of humanity in every sense of the word “creation”. Just like with the relationship between God and mankind there is something missing in the relationship between mankind and the androids. Humans are not almighty, limited in scope and vision in comparison to God. The androids are incapable of having the same empathic responses to normal humans–normal humans being those that aren’t tuned in to the mood organ, who actually feel and exist as human beings rather than post-human cyber-entities fixated on mechanical, electronic, and computational control of the nervous system, or any other system within the biological body. They do possess a certain amount of human empathy, just as humans possess a certain amount of God’s creative powers, but it is stunted, as if the growth of that empathy were halted. The androids possess an aggressiveness that moves beyond the human. By the end of the novel the question is answered: androids aren’t human. They can’t be. As sociopaths they lie outside normal society, and the fact that they aren’t known as human and they refuse to call themselves as anything other than androids only adds fuel to the fire. Androids simply aren’t human. But the question still stands about what it is to be human. Deckard is, in some ways, far from human himself. He and his wife tune in to the mood organ every day, dialing the perfect collection of emotions and feelings. Yet it is Deckard’s wife who becomes more human than her husband. Instead of constantly tuning herself into emotions of happiness, she finds out ways to give herself depression. The interesting part about her depression is that it acts out normally, as if it were a real depression. While she has no desire to tune in to a different mode on her mood organ, she doesn’t have

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Essays Galore

I just wrote two essays today. Needless to say my brain is almost dead. I have two more to go. Not fun. Luckily one of them is going to be somewhat entertaining, since it is for my Philip K. Dick course and the other won’t be so bad since all I have to do is a simple observation of an animal (I’ve done it before and it can be somewhat entertaining). Anywho (Don’t click the read more, there isn’t any more after this!)

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Does the Genre Tag Matter?

I recently came upon an article featuring Michael Chabon and Jeffrey Ford in which both authors gave some reasons as to why tagging fiction with certain genre tags isn’t really that important. Chabon states that, “the people it matters the least to are the ones who are doing it. In so many other artistic mediums, it’s not weird at all.” This got me thinking about whether or not tagging novels within certain genres really matters and I’ll send the question in the direction of the reader as well. To me it seems like this is a difficult question to answer. To a certain extent the genre tags are important. They help book stores figure out where to put things and are great for categorizing in libraries and online. I think the question applies, however, to the growing number of works that don’t really sit into any one genre. Take Zoran Zivkovic’s work. His work is highly literary, in my opinion, but there is a lot of that “fantastic” element within each story, some more so than others. It would be somewhat difficult to pin Zivkovic’s work into any particular genre. I would call his work “magical realism”, but at the same time it is a bunch of other things. You just can’t pin his work down. However, there are other writers who are easier to pin down (and I don’t mean this in a negative manner). Tobias S. Buckell’s novels Crystal Rain and Ragamuffin are rather easy to define. Well, at least the latter is. The first reads very much like a steampunk/fantasy novel, with SF stuff towards the end, and the latter is very much an SF work. I will concede that there is obviously little need for genre tags for novels that are just too difficult to pin down. After all, I think it is something unfair to stick something into the fantasy section that is also literary, since people who read literary fiction might not read fantasy and therefore wouldn’t find that novel. But I think that the genre tag is more important than Ford and Chabon seem to think. I think writers do have a certain level of interest in how their books are categorized. If you wrote a science fiction novel and they put it in the westerns section, you might be a little miffed about it. After all, you worked hard to write a science fiction novel and now all the people who would be interested in your work won’t find it. Folks who write very specifically within certain genres probably care a lot more than people who don’t necessarily write in a genre. Then what about the reader? I don’t read a lot of literary fiction, except what I have to read for school. I just don’t like literary fiction. It bores me and quite honestly I read to be entertained. Reading shouldn’t feel like a chore to me. So, I don’t go into the regular fiction section or the literary fiction section when I’m at the book store. I have no reason to. I spend my time wandering the scifi/fantasy section, and occasionally I’ll go to the literary criticism section to see if they have anything interesting in relation to SF/F, or into the science section, or something similar. I’m not the only one that does this. There are a hell of a lot of readers who do the same thing. Why? Because many of us simply don’t like anything else. We like space ships and swords and the like. All fiction is escapist. For me, escaping means actually escaping, not pretending that real life is the same thing as an escape. I live real life and quite honestly, I don’t want to read about it. That’s me. If you took away the genre tag I would be extremely irritated. It already takes me an hour at least to go through the science fiction and fantasy sections at Borders or at Logo’s (this awesome used bookstore downtown). What would happen if you suddenly got rid of all the tags? Well, a lot of new SF/F authors might find themselves in a bit of a pickle. The great thing about the SF/F section is that I can find new authors whose work is of interest. If you take away the tag all the authors will simply be put into a giant fiction section. There’s a good chance I’d never find a new author into the field because of this. There is a huge market for SF/F and if there are works that clearly belong in those genres that aren’t labeled that way it can be a big problem for that industry. I think there is a lot of value in having genre tags, particularly for the fantasy market, which has sales through the roof and is showing no signs of stopping. If everything that was fantasy suddenly became nothing, people would actually have to pull every book off the shelf to see the cover to make sure it is what they’d like to read.Keep the tags. They’re useful.

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Aww, the Bachelor Life

There are great advantages to being on your own. One of the best ones is that I don’t have to fight anyone over the toy in the cereal box. That’s right, it’s all mine.What is that in my hand? Well it’s certainly not a razor, because why would I be flashing around a razor instead of shaving off my rather rugged-man beard? That is a plastic, light-up Indiana Jones spoon that I managed to procure in a box of Cocoa Krispies. Another benefit is that I can eat all the cereal I want and my brother can steal the good stuff.Oh and I’m fairly certain I will become a green tea junkie.Yeah. Green tea is good.

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How to Tell When the Religious Right Has Lost Its Damn Mind

Really? Are you sh*tin’ me?Since when has doing a magic TRICK been considered wizardry? Alternately, how far backwards have we gone when someone can be fired for doing something as silly as making a toothpick disappear and reappear? He did a circus trick…who gives a flying fig?So if you can’t tell, this is a prime example of why the religious right has completely gone off the deep end. This guy should sue.

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