What’s in a name?

Rather than attempt to untangle the mysteries of gender or lack of gender in The Female Man, I have decided to post this week on the use of names in postmodern literature.  I am interested in knowing if an attribute of postmodern literature is the symbolic (and often overtly so) naming of characters.  The prosecution offers the the generic women in The Female Man as Exhibit A:  Spossisa (“three times divorced”), Eglantissa (“thinks only of clothes”), Aphrodissa (“cannot keep her eyes open because of her false eyelashes”), Clarissa (“will commit suicide”), Lucrissa (“strained forehead shows that she’s making more money than her husband”), Wailissa (“engaged in a game of ain’t-it-awful”), Lamentissa (Wailissa’s partner for the “ain’t-it-awful” game), Travailissa (“usually only works”), Saccharissa (“naughty” and “playing a round of His Little Girl across the bar with the host”), Amicissa (“the Good Sport”), Ludicrissa (“too plain to be invited”), Amphibissa (“never invited…for obvious reasons”), Domicissa (“never opens her mouth in public”), Dulcississa (“whose standard line is, ‘Oh, you’re so wonderful!’”). . .(34)

 

According to my trusty 1995 Webster’s New World Dictionary, here are the meanings of words similar in spelling:

spouse = husband or wife

eglantine = a European rose with sweet-scented leaves and pink flowers

aphrodisiac = arousing sexual desire

clarity (?) = clearness

lucre = riches; money

wail = to make a long, loud, sad cry, as in grief or pain

lament = to mourn

travail = very hard work OR intense pain; agony

saccharine = of or like sugar OR too sweet

amicable (?) = friendly; peaceable

OR amiss (?) = astray OR improper

ludicrous = causing laughter because absurd or ridiculous

amphibious = [living a double life] that can live or operate on land or water

domestic = of the home or family OR tame; said of animals

dulcet = soothing or pleasant to hear

Some of the connections seem rather blatant and, in The Female Man, seem to clearly reinforce the existence of female stereotypes [Aphrodissa, for example, attempts to arouse sexual desire with the stereotypical girl-maker, that is, make-up (the pinnacle of which may be the false eyelashes, associated clearly with a female eye-batting approach to winning a male’s attention)]; however, some I find surprisingly intriguing (Domicissa, for example, who never speaks in public, matching with the “tame” meaning for domestic, and even furthermore, tame in a way to be “said of animals,” perhaps indicating that Domicissa falls into an animal-like silence in public – due to repeated male domination?)

 

As Exhibits B and C in the symbolic name trial, I offer the names from Crying [Oedipa, of course, (with an Oedipus correlation), but also “Mucho” Maas (“much more”), Dr. Hilarius, San Narciso [name of a place, but comparable to narcissism – self-love – or Narcissus, Manny Di Presso (manic depression?), Metzger’s “actor/lawyer friend,” and the list goes on…] and from Lathe (the obvious George Orr – noticeably similar to George Orwell).

Is it an attribute of postmodernism to make heavy symbolic use of character names, or does it just happen to work out in these cases?  Also, is the symbolism/meaning/comparison always so blatant, or are these authors trying to ridicule a "need" (of their readers) to make such obvious connections?  Lastly, are the meanings of the names as obvious as we/I think they are, or is there more to them?

Cyborgs as consumers

In keeping with this week’s theme — deep uncertainty and an attendant tentativeness — I’d like to make a quick observation that’ll certainly bear reconsideration as soon as I click "Publish."  I’m not so sure I agree with much in Haraway’s essay, for many reasons.  The first is that, as Jarrod pointed out, the style is unnecessarily mushy.  Any call to arms that declares itself a "manifesto" might have been more effective if written more clearly.  [It’s possible that Haraway is attempting to avoid the phallogocentricism of most academic arguments, but then she might be essentializing a ‘feminine’ discourse that people like Russ are so intent on satirizing].  At any rate, that’s not the main problem I had with the essay.  I wanted to see a more thoughtful examination of how the blurring boundaries Haraway outlines lead to oppositional opportunities as opposed to an unwitting support of transnational capitalism — especially as it concerns the boundary between "animal-human (organism) and machine" (152).  When I think of cyborgs in contemporary society, I perhaps incorrectly think of the person walking along with an iPod in one ear and a phone implanted in the other — or maybe those people caressing silvery, fetishized objects upon which they push buttons in order to play some video game as they walk zombified through campus.  [I’m a Luddite, of course…].  My point is that the blurring of organism and machine seems to service the economy, in the sense that people don’t use cell phones to foment revolution; they use them because they’re a status device with cool ring tones, and perhaps they can’t bear their own thoughts for the few minutes it takes to get from the parking lot to the classroom (which becomes inevitably dull, unless you sit in the back and play that video game).  In short, I’m inclined to believe that the blurred distinction between humans and machines "is about the final imposition of a grid of control on the planet" rather than "about lived social and bodily realities" (154) — and Haraway hasn’t really given me any reason to believe otherwise.

Page -1 = preview

  I thought the epigraph to the left of page one (from R. D. Laing’s The Policics of Experience) deserves some discussion.  Its placement on the left side a two-page spread, as opposed to on a page by itself undermines its importance, yet it sets the tone for how Russ perceives male-female relationships and expresses them in the novel.  It is easy for the reader to overlook this passage from a 1967 book in order to begin the main text (I admit I did at first).  However, this brief excerpt highlights major points of discussion for Russ.  Laing, using the names Jack and Jill (notice the “J” theme and how nicely that works out) as examples, says that Jack has the power to “invalidate [Jill’s] experience” and this sense of a woman needing to be validated is expressed later in the book, when Russ is talking about dating rituals and the need for women to have men acknowledge their existence.  Joanna sums this up when she says that she has said to men: “Love me, Approve me, Define me, Regulate me” (140).  She was at one point dependent on a male to define who she was.

  Jack, Laing continues, also has the ability to make the Jill doubt herself and question that an experience ever existed, by “shift[ing] the modality of her experience from memory to imagination.”  Jeannine, the most conventionally feminine of all the characters (her name resembles the word feminine as well—perhaps that is why she gets so mad when she is called Jeannie, because her name loses some of its audio ties to the adjective she identifies so closely with, or perhaps because no one is listening to her and her needs), has this experience of her memory losing credibility when she decides she wants to marry Cal despite all the inadequacies of their relationship, because she wants to be married.  She is daydreaming about being able to tell her mother she is going to have a baby (within the confines of wedlock of course) and “Cal himself hardly figures in this at all, for Jeannine has forgotten his laconism, his passivity, his strange mournfulness…” (131).  I think there are definitely people like this in society today, who get married to be married, but often times, men who have been divorced get remarried more quickly than their spouses to be married and to have someone take care of them, fulfill the role that Jeannine does for Cal (doing the dishes, all the cleaning because who else will do it), so this marriage for marriage’s sake has evolved in the past 30 years but still reinforces the “angel of the home” expectation of women.

  The last section of Laing explains how this type of manipulating another person continues because you question the sincerity of the accuser: “How can you think such a thing?” and then by placing that doubt and guilt in the accuser’s head, you make them want to prove that they don’t think that way at all.  This allows the cycle to continue, so there are multiple passages in the book where men make women are made to feel guilty and so the cycle of inequality continues. A more extreme example of this is how rape is the woman’s fault because her skirt was too short, she looked at the guy, etc.  Russ is calling the reader’s attention to the fact that society is the way it is partly because of men, and partly because women allow themselves to be manipulated by men.

Just a theory

Here’s what I’m wondering. Is it possible that Jeannine, Joanna, Jael, and Janet are all the same person? I don’t mean the same genetic material living on different worlds in different times. I mean, is there only ONE of her and the rest (or all) are schizophrenic creations of an oppressed mind? Yes, I realize that they all have their own stories and it doesn’t seem like they would mesh well into one brain in one time period. But here’s my theory: Joanna (I’ll use her for the sake of argument; it could really be any of them I guess) is a woman living in 1969 under the patriarchal values of a capitalistic, technology-driven society. She goes to parties where men spout misogynistic rhetoric at her and call her a “prude” for not putting out. Her “doctor….lawyer…janitor…president…manager…etc.” are all male. Her brother (keep in mind they’re all the same person) tells her that she should marry anyone, it doesn’t matter who. She is called “bitchy, castrating, unattractive, neurotic, etc.” when she expresses her opinion. She is expected to sit idly by while a man she does not like nuzzles her ear and gropes her. She is sexually harassed. She is raped and feels massive guilt because rape is what females live with and what males “get away with.” Couldn’t living in this world drive anyone crazy? Perhaps that is what Russ is trying to tell us. Joanna (or Jeannine or Janet or Jael) creates alternate selves to deal with each different reality that she encounters. Jeannine is the “feminine” one who DOES want marriage and children, but is confused. Jael HINTS at being there from the beginning, but doesn’t show up until the end where she is depicted as a warrior who kills men and uses them for their bodies. Is that what the rape victim in Joanna wants to do to males? Janet is the only semi-happy character and she lives on a planet where none of this is possible. Is this the escapist in Joanna? Are all of these separate, yet equally important urges within the same person? And because of these different urges did the subject have to split into different personalities to cope?

 

The part I feel where it is most evident of a multiple personality is when Janet sleeps with Laura Rose. The narrator says she is there in “spirit,” but lives among the rafters. If it is multiple personalities then this scene almost seems as if Joanna has an out-of-body experience while watching herself do something that is “wrong”—such as lesbian sex.

Well, there you have it. It’s not too well-thought out, but just a suspicion I was harboring while reading the book. I don’t know…it seems like an interesting episode of Law and Order: SVU (not that I put the TV and novel on the same level)or a companion to Fight Club. Feel free to tell me I’m wrong…

I can’t really think of a good title

Referring to the “communication sciences,” which she claims are tools that “embody and enforce new social relations for women worldwide,” Haraway says:  “the solution to the key questions rests on a theory of language and control; the key operation is determining the rates, directions and probabilities of flow of a quantity called information….The biggest threat to such a power is interruption of communication” (164).  I immediately connected this quote to The Female Man (and perhaps I’m taking Haraway’s idea out of context, because in the article she’s referring to biotechnology), but this struck me as somewhat applicable to the overall narrative structure of Russ’ novel.  The Female Man uses what I think we can all agree is a jarring narrative technique:  Russ has essentially interrupted the flow of communication of information to the reader by presenting the story in a jumbled, incoherent way.  This idea of language as a force of domination harks back to Lacan, whom Haraway matches in a dichotomy against Freud, the former psychoanalyst representing “the informatics of domination” column (161).  (From the course reader I’m getting the impression that postmodernism is all about dichotomous columnar charts…j/k emoticon).  It seems that feminists have embraced Lacanian theory so enthusiastically because his view of psychoanalysis is heavily dependent on language; and if sexism and patriarchy are embodied in the language we speak, then we can do something about them.  I don’t know if this “interruption” was Russ’ intention in organizing the novel the way she did, or if the effect of her narrative structure challenges our conceptions of women, feminism or gender relationships; but the novel’s presentation certainly challenged me, and this seems in step with the feminist movements–which, as I perceive them, aim to challenge traditional conceptions of women and their place in our culture, among other things.  

Four Very Different Girls

One of my very first questions about The Female Man is why are there four alter-selves? Why four? What is the significance? Throughout the majority of the book there are only three, and even at the end when Jael becomes more prominent in the story, the girls are still frequently referred to as the only three. And yet I still wonder, why four? I’m not well versed in literary symbolism, even the most recognizable, so while maybe most of the class might automatically know, I am honestly perplexed. So I consider the earthiness of the novel as a whole. There is a lot of significance placed on the separate “worlds.” There is a huge inner-discussion on nature vs. nurture. And about a bah-zillion references to the moon. And so I’m considering these earthy issues, and I think that there are specifically four and only four because there are four primary directions. God help me if there is a fancy word for this. But, each girl represents the different direction that the one soul (?) went, and in physical terms, there are only four possible directions one can go. However, after Jael’s explanation of how she found the girls and how her Womanland people can explore all of the separate states of “time,” you were kind of left to wonder if there were even more J’s out there in yet undiscovered worlds. So with that hanging in question, my four directions theory might fall to pieces. However, considering only the information provided, there are only four J’s and to satisfy my own curiosity, I think it’s to represent the four directions.

Another issue that I debated was Russ’s obvious conclusion on nature vs. nurture. She seems to be illustrating her belief that one’s surroundings determine how an individual develops. Regardless of genes, these four girls are completely different and each has their own unique self based on where they are from and the separate lives that they’ve lived. If there are suppose to be kin-like similarities they were brief and insignificant, because although I had a hard enough time keeping the initial three J’s separate, I certainly didn’t find a repetition of similar behavior, physical attributes or thought patterns. These girls were very different. Even in the description of the Manland, where they surgically alter the sex of people, the idea was that however they were raised, that’s how they’d turn out. If they were molded from a young age to be feminine, then they would serve a feminine role in adulthood, and if they were raised in a masculine environment (the rich men’s chosen children) then they would grow up to be soldiers, etc. Russ didn’t seem to put any weight in the genetic force behind someone’s development. I don’t have a conclusion on these thoughts exactly, it’s just an issue that I kept noticing and wondering why she chose nurture over nature. The only thing I can think is that perhaps to put such determining weight in nature would be admitting that there is absolute truth. That genetically you will without a doubt become A certain person. Whereas by basing someone’s individualism on nurture, it is all up to chance, and thus the four J’s similarities and differences are surprising and unknown. Very much looking forward to class so I can better understand this crazy book.

Boundaries-They’re A Good Thing

Someone once told me that I often have an emotional reaction to literature than an analytical one. At the time, this was a huge illumination on my character and thus explained why, as an English major in undergrad and now as an English graduate student, I am sometimes unable to produce immediate analytic feedback. Unfortunately, this is ringing true for me after reading The Female Man – my analytical skills are temporarily stunned into silence by the challenging, fragmented novel. For now, I’ll have to go with my emotional reaction to the article in the course reader for this blog.  

I was particularly disturbed by a passage at the end: "…and the possibilities for our reconstitution include the utopian dream of the hope for a monstrous world without gender" (181). After reading this, I was immediately reminded of the instance in The Lathe of Heaven, where George Orr devises, through Dr. Haber, a solution to racial tension. The doctor, of course, thought that this was a cure-all – however, we quickly see race’s lack in the new reality. George is profoundly devastated by the lack of color – most especially, he misses Heather being "brown". Further, we also find that although racial tension no longer exists, other prejudice does – a man was assaulted on the street for having cancer. Would a monstrous world without gender really be a utopia? Would it really be a solution to anything? Would I want to live there? What would happen to the identity that I have now, as a woman? I suppose I would no longer be a woman? I would also argue that, considering Janet and Joanna’s reactions to Jael’s proposition at the end of The Female Man, they were skeptical about a world without gender (or with just one gender) as well. 

The article continues: "Cyborg imagery can suggest a way out of the maze of dualisms in which we have explained our bodies and our tools to ourselves" (181). I could be coming off as extreme here, but I think I might want to hang on to some dualisms. I’m not saying that everything in the world needs to be dichotomized and split into neat little boxes, but the idea of being in some kind of "monstrous" limbo-land, where "One is too few, but two are too many" (171) seems rather frighteningly amorphous. Further, I thought that jmonte had a great point about the "ambiguity of self" (I’m so sorry to use your handle – I am usually very good with names) – where is the self? Is there room for a self in this world? Can you even define a self if so few things are finite? Maybe that’s not what the author is getting at, but, in addition to liking an ultimate truth, sometimes I like some definite boundaries, too.  

In keeping with this thinking, I was frustrated with the very last statement: "…I would rather be a cyborg than a goddess" (181). Obviously, the author is stating her preference, but again, I’m saying I see nothing wrong with the parameters that "be[ing] a goddess" could offer. I don’t necessarily think that the definition of something takes away from its identity, or takes away from its’ difference or otherness.

In the spirit of fragmentation, I will now veer off onto a completely different train of thought. I was reminded strongly of Jeannette Winterson’s work (Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, The Passion, Sexing The Cherry) while reading The Female Man. I wonder if anyone else noted some similarities?

Questioning Feminism (then and now; theirs and ours)

Joanna Russ’ Female Man challenged my previous views of feminism and the feminist movement in the U.S.  Perhaps I am fortunate to be a young woman forty years after the Women’s Rights Movement—I say this because there seems to either be a new form of female empowerment or a lack thereof among today’s American women  (we’re not burning our bras and protesting so much as my mother’s generation did).   Considering the novel’s ending—the literary punch in the face–and Russ’ inclusion of a savage female cyborg with claws and metal teeth, I’d say the novel aggressively argues for women’s rights as well as transgender rights.  What I responded to most was the fierce parody of male and female relations within the different spaces and times experienced by the novel’s character(s)—something I’ve never experienced to such extremes, though I guess that’s parody.  Or better yet, the “happy” women who compete within their traditional roles as mother/wife/servant, and who are bloodthirsty for any woman who challenges these roles (ALL THE WOMEN: Kill, kill, kill, kill).  Nowadays there seems to be a reversal; working women and the generation of women who fought for women’s rights sometimes hold a certain amount of resentment towards young women who choose to stay home, manage house and family, and make a career of being a wife and/or mother. 

Other parts of the novel that I am curious about are Russ’s parody of how some women depend upon “a man” for a sense of self.  For example, the narrative during Jeanine’s date: “His contribution is Make me feel good; her contribution is Make me exist.”  Russ’s feminism in these passages seemed to be the places where the novel was postmodern—traditional modes of gender roles were/ are not truly stable, and a woman, a transgender, and a man’s sense of self will continually shift.  When Jael points out that all four J women are each other’s possibilities in other spaces and times, I was struck by the arbitrariness of circumstances and the ambiguity of self had by these women (and well, all of us).    Who is saying Goodbye at the novel’s closing?  All the women and someone else?  Is it Joanna saying goodbye to the possibilities of her old self?

400 words of nothing

I have been waiting for some time to post, as I did not want the first response to The Female Man to be the voice of a male, but as I have another paper to write, here I go!

I am having a difficult time providing a coherent critical response for a couple of reasons.  First, this is hardly a subtle piece that warrants a nuanced reaction.  Rather, it is the pummeling of a blunt instrument over the collective heads of a patriarchal society.  What could I (a bumbling bag of testosterone) possibly have to add, critique or question?  It seems to me that this text is structured so as to make my voice irrelevant (and I assume that is the point).  My ethos has been stripped and I shall gladly defer any further conversation to the voices this novel purports to represent.  (I am not sure who this is, as the question of gender was so thoroughly troubled by the characters that populated Manland and Whileaway that it moves beyond the simple label of “woman” let alone “feminist.”)

Unfortunately, as I have little to add to the discussion of the text, I had hoped to address Harraway’s seminal text, “A Cyborg Manifesto.”  However, once again, I have hit a wall.  Her text is so dense and meandering that I really don’t know where to begin.  I have yet to engage in a conversation or sit through a conference presentation that did not essentialize her text in one way or another.  In fact, her neo-Marxist critique (the central thrust of the entire essay) always seems to be overshadowed by discussions of baboon hearts and breast implants.
 
So, rather than attempting to engage two impenetrable texts with a 300-word response, I will attempt to spark a discussion with reflexive moment.  It seems to me that what we have here is the nominalistic representation that I was blathering on about while we were discussing Whitehead’s text.  It troubles me that, when I am presented with it, I have very little to say.  Is it that I rely so heavily on essentialist representations that these texts have left me befuddled?  Is the reason that the first response to a text that we have had two weeks to read is being posted the night before the final day is that we all are encountering a similar problem?  These two texts address a central problem in our society, a problem that I care quite a bit about, and yet I have written 400-words of incoherent, inconsequential ramblings. 
 
Is it good that I am speechless?  Or more to the point, does this void provide space for an otherwise marginalized (yet, not essentialized) group so that they may have a voice?

The Mind Invents Ways to Heal

            Our various discussions on the possibility of ultimate "truth" or "reality" definitely weigh heavily on my mind with Memento.  After a third full viewing of it over the years (and many discussions of it), I feel like I can grasp what really happens in the story.  I feel as if I can rearrange the events in the correct beginning-to-end sequence in my mind…and then I realize that I am still stuck in a world where there must be order!  I need for the events in the story to make logical sense, for there to be a motivation to each action and for cause and effect to work cooperatively.  And then I force myself to step back and consider that logical sense maybe does not need to be made.

            As I untangle and tangle what "really" happens/happened in Memento, my thinking leads to the possibility that postmodernism is about trying to find a way to deal with everything that ails people and society.  I’m not sure how to explain it except that characters seem to keep needing to heal.  About the loss of his wife, Leonard says, "How am I supposed to heal if I can’t feel time?"  When he attempts to justify his continual search for her killer (is he really searching for himself?), he says, "She’s gone and the present is trivial," and one of the few times we actually get an emotional response from him is when he is trying to "forget" his wife by getting rid of her stuff.  Through tears he says, "I can’t remember to forget you."  He seems to be searching (perpetually) for a way to make the pain of whatever really did happen go away.  Part of him seems to want to forget about his wife, to avoid feeling the loss or guilt or whatever else he is feeling, but the other part seems to recognize the purposelessness of a his life without that motivation.  Because of his inability to create new memories, if he lets go of the past and the past memories, he will not have any sense of existing really (in that he wouldn’t be able to remember any of his existence since the "incident").  He needs purpose to make his actions and life matter; yet, his purpose survives on the pain he is trying to escape.  All of this reminds me of other recent ventures into the need to heal what ails people.  Vanilla Sky, too, delves into running away from the pain of a real life physical deformity, when the main character enters into a cryogenically frozen dream state with an alternate version of life for him to experience to avoid dealing with the pain he experiences daily.  Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind also involves characters escaping emotional pain – the trials of real life relationships – by erasing the memories of others (who are at the root of their pain) from their minds completely.  Even George Orr has used his dreams (when drugs didn’t work) to escape a reality of pain, physical pain, from his war-ridden, radiation-filled world in Lathe.  All of the psychological aspects of all of these stories truly fascinate me – the ways the human mind invents to heal or protect itself, how it finds ways for "reality" to work, even if that means altering its perception of "reality."

Time and Place In Memento

What struck me most about re-watching Memento this week (besides the fact that I found I disliked the movie much less than I initially did when I saw it a couple years ago, when I wrote it off as pretentious and gimmicky), were the structural similarities to Lot 49. Both stories find their arcs within what are basically splices of their character’s lives, and end with the effect of an ellipses. With Oedipa it’s at the auction, and we as readers are unsure of the validity of the Trystero situation, but we do know now that it’s Oedipa’s to maybe endlessly decipher. Memento’s treatment of Leonard’s re-definition of his own meaning (“you can be my John G.,” etc.) is handled more self-effacingly, in that he knows and acknowledges the fundamental flaw then chooses to wipe it away, but we’re left with the notion that his work will never be done. I’ve been thinking about it, and I may be off-base here, but if it weren’t for Nolan’s choice to merely chronicle one of the many, many detective searches by Leonard, he may not have been able to succeed in using a backwards-told storyline. What the splice effect does is remove the expectation of a finite solution, in which the actual search slowly begins to take a decided backdrop (when the black and white portion bleeds into color) to the truth behind his condition, and the characters actions in relation to it. I’m still trying to work this one out.

I also thought Nolan’s choice to install a sense of placelessness to the whole thing was interesting. We only get place-related history in two ways. “I’m Leonard Shelby from San Francisco,” and license plates to automobiles, which leads me to believe that it was set in California, but we can’t be sure. As opposed to other notable noir films like L.A. Confidential, Bound, and Chinatown, which were so rooted in place that the setting very quickly became a character, the setting in Memento is drab, forgettable, and unstylized. I keep thinking how the story would be different if it were set in Paul Auster’s New York, or James Ellroy’s Los Angeles. It then would have been more of an obstacle for Leonard in a way that the nameless place Nolan chose wasn’t, and in a way erasing that prospect allowed for the storyline to be essentially a one-man character study (Teddy, Natalie, and even Sammy Jankis are arguably two-dimensional characters). So far, the texts that we’ve read have had a strong sense of place that often colored their outcomes, but is this placelessness something born of postmodernity? The idea that “this story could happen anywhere” applies also to the DeLillo story we read early on in the course, and I’m wondering how it relates.

memory is unreliable

Near the end of the movie, Teddy tells Lenny to “start investigating [himself].” Teddy says, “You don’t even know who you are.” How do we know who we are except through our memories? Lenny says that he can “read people.” That he is able to tell what a person is like or what he is thinking simply by looking into his eyes. But do you really ever know a person? Do you really ever know yourself?

 

I know that I was born in Roanoke, Virginia and that when I was ten I broke my arm on a swing set. I know that the color of my living room furniture is blue and that when I touch a working oven it will feel hot. As Lenny says, “There are things you know for sure.” But those are just facts. Lenny knows what Teddy and Natalie look like, what their names and license plates numbers are. But it’s up to Lenny to interpret the facts and that changes things a bit. Because he has no memory (or chooses not to, which is another debate entirely), Lenny put these clues together based on nothingness and comes up with answers that don’t really mean anything. He is lead astray by his false assumptions much like we are many times lead astray by our own false memories. After all, “memory is unreliable” and “can be distorted…it can change the shape of a room or the color of a car.” Whether we consciously change reality or unconsciously “forget” facts, we are always using a skewed version of “reality” to judge and make assumptions about our own life and others. The fact that Lenny kills John G. on the basis of a false memory (or a “lie to make himself happy”) makes this point even more clear as it suggests that we can never be sure of what we think we know.

 

Again, that raises the question of whether we even really know ourselves. If we can’t trust our own memories then how do we know that we are who we think we are? Are we who we were in the past or are we who we are right now? Lenny’s identity is not solid; it continues to change throughout the movie. He is a man with brain damage, a supposed murderer, a mental hospital patient (thanks to John for pointing out that ½ second blip). He is constantly getting tattoos and therefore changing his physical appearance. He changes into a drug dealer’s clothes in order to take on the identity of a dead man rather than that of a murderer. But “nothing ever sticks” to Lenny, just like his memory.  He has to rely on others to tell him who he is since he can’t remember. At one point Lenny says, “We all need mirrors to remind ourselves of who we really are.” But is a reflection all we need…doesn’t that just show us how others view us?  Lenny says he has “to believe in a world outside [his] own mind.” Maybe this means that it is hard for us to trust our own judgments since a part of us always recognizes the imperfections in memory. Perhaps we have to believe that the “world outside” holds truths that we fail to piece together in our own minds.

Short term

One could suggest a parallel between Leonard’s ‘condition’ and ‘the postmodern condition’ as formulated by Lyotard, such that reality goes the ill-fated way of the metanarrative, allowing for the elevation and ossification of a subjective narrative (such as a reassuring conspiracy theory of murder and its warranted revenge) that structures action and belief, and consequently a wish becomes real, a simulation of investigation leads to a certainty of innocence – all because (one could suggest) subjects are encouraged to live in a hyperreal landscape in which they are trained to refresh their expectations with each pleasing new commercial, obliterate their knowledge in a deferred and ultimately unsatisfying orgasm, and forget the historical immaterialism of consumption in late capitalism, the very disappointment of consumption (the prototype being Sammy Jankis, who is wiped clean before each grab at the electrified silver pyramid, shocking in his repeated attempts at jouissance within parameters defined and conditioned by a mild-mannered sadist with a clipboard full of market research), but when the viewer realizes that Sammy is a fabrication – or at least a conflation of identities – called into being by Leonard’s guilty complicity in fashioning a comfortable lie, the viewer pushes this guilt onto Leonard-as-the-convincing-representation-of-ourselves-who-is-not-ourselves and at whose lie we are shocked and thrilled enough to call this a pretty true and repulsive film – but it has nothing to do with us, we who are wiped clean when the screen goes black, the delivery of truth-as-our-real-relations-presented-to-us-in-imaginary-form (a la Althusser) a mere filmic residue, or perhaps it is even something we overlay with the identity of John G., whom (one could suggest) we hunt down and kill because it is something that threatens to unveil truth by its very obfuscation, or finally, it could be killed by the appellation of coolness, as in “that movie is soooo cooool.”  Totally.

Postmodernism, or, the Cultural Logic of Environmental Degradation

Although not its most salient point, the two main settings of Memento, a run down exurban commercial strip and an abandoned industrial park, continue the familiar strain so far this semester of postmodern writers inquiring about the degradation of america’s natural environment. Pynchon, Le Guin, and Whitehead all have something to say about failing urban areas, commercial sprawl, military pollution, and overpopulated cities, etc. Sometimes I find it helpful to think of what’s not present in film or book settings. In Memento, there are no woods, lakes, parks, grass, animals, etc. There are a lot of drugs, bloody body parts, cars with broken windsheilds, bullets. Nolan chose his setting with a purpose. Its Californiaesque, and shares characteristics with Lot 49’s landscape and plot.

 It occured to me last week, as i was driving through man made fog spewing from a semi truck engine fire on 395, that this whole postmodern condition of ours can be both an economic one, as Jameson argues, or an environmental one, as many people probably have already argued, but only just recently dawned on me. i’ve never read Delillo, but from what I hear, this question will keep arising again and again.

John, very good point about the British and Canadian make-up of the film. I disagree with the Bush Administration that we shouldn’t claim everything for ourselves. I would point to Nolan’s use of setting  to consider it decidedly american in feel. Im interested in what people had to say about the form, structure of the film, with some saying how creative it was to put the audience in Leonard’s shoes in trying to put together the pieces of his wife’s murder, and another saying that it was, oh what’s the word, cliche? emoticon i agree with jarrod’s comments that there was truth for the viewer to grasp. I almost thought that we would find out who killed his wife! Look forward to tomorrow’s discussion.

Symbolism and What Next?

I wanted to comment on the idea of eyes and glasses as a way to discern the truth in the movie.  Leonard’s job as an insurance investigator required him to know if people were lying to him about their claims.  He said that he had to look people in the eyes to know if they were telling the truth, and he continues to use this method after the accident and he cannot trust anyone.  However, this method is unreliable, as is the “truth” that he ascertains from it, because whoever is talking to him only has to deceive him for a few minutes, until he cannot remember them anymore.  Glasses also symbolize hiding the truth, as they block the eyes and prevent Leonard from looking the person in the eye.  Natalie wears sunglasses when they meet in the restaurant and he has to ask her to take them off so he can know if she is being truthful or not.  Teddy always wears glasses, and this aligns with Leonard’s note on the back of Teddy’s picture, not to believe his lies.  However, the viewer sees the story unfolding from Leonard’s point of view and has the advantage of being able to remember what he is shown, but cannot know for sure if any information received from Teddy or Natalie is to be trusted.  Natalie sums this up when she tells Leonard, “You can question everything—you can never know anything for sure.”  This applies to the audience as well.  We know the events that have happened, that Leonard killed both Teddy and Jimmy Grantz, and probably others as well, but we do not know for sure the true circumstances that led him to that point.  “The world doesn’t just disappear when you close your eyes, does it,” Leonard asks at one point.  But for him, it does, and not just when he closes his eyes, but after a certain amount of time, since he has to re-orient himself continually because of his condition.

The movie is definitely circular in its plot and series of events.  It is also self-aware, as Teddy warned Leonard that a bad cop was setting him up and that bad cop turned out to be Teddy himself.  He was warning Leonard about himself, but without revealing his identity until the climax of the film.  Returning to the circular chain of action in the film, however, if Teddy was the one keeping Leonard going, with new John Gs to find so he has a reason to exist and thus not end up like Sammy Jenkins, what happens now that Teddy is dead?  Leonard’s tattoo shows that the man he is after has the license plate that Teddy has, so without that leading to a new person, will he just go in circles, finding someone who no longer exists?  Will he write himself a new note to tell himself his revenge mission is complete?  If so, then is his destiny to become Sammy Jenkins, the fate he was trying so hard to avoid that he altered his own version of his memories?