Mao II and Optic Consumption

Mao II and Optic Consumption
Whenever two distinct cultures come into contact with one another, there is always resistance – either resistance to assimilate, resistance to acknowledge the other culture’s traditions, or whatever. Generally such an encounter results in consumption. One culture consumes the other, the other’s traditions/artifacts, or the other’s land. The bigger the gap between cultures, the messier the encounter seems to be, historically speaking – Europe and Africa, Europe/America with Native Americans, Brits and India, Spain and Anything South of Texas,…etc…add technology to the mix and things can get really out of hand.

 
Imagine, its like 1840something and you and your tribe are living somewhere in present day Idaho – your day consists mainly of getting food, taking care of your family, sleep, etc and a stranger, who looks nothing like you or your friends and has this crazy machine that flashes and makes your face appear on paper. How would you rationalize that? Sure it might seem primitive (though to be honest I still don’t understand the logistics of film and cameras) to conclude that said machine has somehow trapped or stolen your “soul,” but is the idea that a photograph or photographer can connote some kind of ownership, really that crazy?
The motifs of mass vs anonymity in Mao II are fairly evident and the consequences, or the “next step” inferences/reaction from/to such a situation – the inability to be recognized in a crowd, the desire to be isolated, etc – are present in the text. But more interestingly to me, is the focus on photography and its implications. Brit, a major character is a photographer…that’s gotta mean something right? Sure…but first let’s consider the “magic” of photography.

 
Sci-fi writer Arthur C Clarke (2001: A space odyssey/the sentinel) offered the following statement as one of his “laws” of future prediction: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So is it insane for the Native Americans to conclude that a photo can steal/imprison one’s soul? If we’re dealing in a world of “magic” that seems plausible. Or consider the practice of the voodoo doll – a likeness of an enemy can act as a sort of psychic remote control, giving complete ownership to the doll’s creator. Or more recently, whether it should be termed postmodern, or pop art, or pastiche, or whatever, consider the re-appropriation of images of Mao/Manson/Hitler, whoever – using his likeness to subvert/pervert/remake their being. It’s said that people don’t just read books or look at art, but rather they consume…with their eyes, rather than mouths. The act of photography (or other visual media) is the first step in a process of optic consumption.

 
Bill, fears his picture being taken much like he is hesitant to release his newest work – presumably for the same reasons, that once both are no longer solely his own, they can be remade, subverted, perverted, reappropriated as the consumers see fit. He consents to a photograph under his own terms to, effectively, take control (yes a split infinitive!) over the frightening situation. Now I’m not advocating that a camera actually captures some ethereal portion of our being, but if we look at other depictions of people via photograph, still or moving, we can see at least the political and social implications of reappropriation of another’s image. Exp: Karen in the bedroom watching tv (with no sound so that she is able to re-author the scene) when film footage of a crowd appears. She describes a horrible writhing of thousands of people pressed into a fence and when it pauses into a still image, she describes it as a fresco in a tourist church..only as a master of the age could paint it. She redefines the image in her own terms but still the characters in said “fresco” remain anonymous in the crowd –a girl…men…maleness…etc – and she never speculates upon the event itself.

The Individual and the Crowd

The crowd versus the individual was one pattern of thought that I followed throughout the text.  The book shows several crowds, starting with the wedding in the prologue.  But more abstract crowds appear in the form of the terrorist group, the unification church, and the homeless crowds near Brita’s apartment.  The crowds are often positioned in opposition to the individuals in the text: “She went home to feed the cat but returned right away, taking a Jamaican taxi and saying Tompkins square…People in clusters and large groups” (150).  Karen feels compelled to walk amongst the crowd.

Bill, who embodies the individualist through his reclusive habits, attempts to fight a terrorist group on behalf of the individual.  Bill goes to speak for the kidnapped writer, but ends up getting even more involved.  I think this connection has less to do with him being a writer, and more to do with him being an individual.  He tries to go against the terrorist group, not on behalf of that specific person, but on behalf of the principle of individuality. 

Reading the book in this way made the ending even more jarring.  Bill’s death symbolizes the death of the individual and the triumph of the group.  Is DeLillo trying to say that there is no longer a place for the individualist in our society?  He brings up the idea that we no longer have power on an individual scale, because the only real power comes from groups.  This, to me, is a very frightening idea.

The idea of the individual versus the crowd is a reoccurring theme in DeLillo’s body of work.  In an earlier novel, End Zone, DeLillo’s main character is a reclusive football player who often seeks solace in the empty desert surrounding the town.  He is more at peace when he is in the wordless desert, compared to being on the field with his team.  In Great Jones Street, the main character is a rockstar who leaves his band and management to go into hiding.  In this book, we rarely see large crowds, but I feel like American consumers act as a crowd that is felt without being explicitly shown.

In an interview from the New York Times, the writer makes a comparison between Bill Gray’s reclusive individualism and Don DeLillo’s own lifestyle. (http://www.nytimes.com/books/97/03/16/lifetimes/del-v-dangerous.html?_r=1&oref=login)  This makes me think that DeLillo understands the success of the crowd as having a negative impact on our society.  The crowds is devoid of the artistic ability that Bill and DeLillo hold in such high regard.  It seems like DeLillo fears that the crowd, especially in the form of the terrorist group, is quickly replacing the power of the writer: “The cult of Mao was the cult of the book.  It was a call to unity, a summoning of crowds where everyone dressed alike and thought alike” (162).  He also makes this connection earlier in the book when Bill explicitly states “…our books lose the power to shape and influence…Years ago I used to think it was possible for a novelist to alter the inner life of a culture.  Now bomb-makers and gunmen have that territory” (41).  I’m not sure if this prolific passage could have been fully understood by the books original audience, but at this point I feel it’s something that should really resonate with our society.

Mediated Reality

I find the idea of reality mediated through photography, the Internet, advertising (and whatever else) both interesting and disturbing. Also overwhelming. Obviously our idea of the world is mediated through the news, etc., and it would be impossible to keep up with anything otherwise. And if news items weren’t pared down to what they are, there would just be information overload. I mean, it’s already information overload, but it seems like what remains often gets rebuked as sensationalism or biased reporting. Different newspapers and TV stations are known for specific political slants. But who decides what is important or accurate, and who is to say what is real when our reality is shaped so much by the media?

Mao II deals with a whole cast of characters confused or tormented by their own reality and place in both contemporary society and history. It plays with the idea of organizing and reorganizing people. Karen is one of the more exaggerated examples. During the mass wedding at the beginning, her father is shocked by so many people sculpted into an object. Confused family members hurry to take photos in an attempt to “shape the experience.” Karen sometimes seems like a parody, an extreme. But she’s also an example of how people are mediated through any number of technological or representational materials. Faced with multiple coded meanings, she wonders, “Which crisis do I trust?” (99)

While sitting for her photographs, Bill discloses to Brita: “Everything around us tends to channel our lives toward some final reality in print on film.” (43) Images have multiple roles, as mediated sources of power and detachment. In his essay, Mark Osteen says, “Moon gives his followers a supportive community that lends meaningful order to their lives” and provides a “projective narrative” (647) for his subjects. Narrative order through a promise of transcendence. Reorganized under the lens, people are no longer people, but commodities or tools.

Rather than being a person, Jean-Claude is something reassembled by terrorists and reporters. His own individuality is stripped – even he doesn’t know who he is. It seems like DeLillo equates terror to life lacking a narrative. He says, “When you inflict punishment on someone who is not guilty…you begin to empty the world of meaning and erect a separate mental state, the mind consuming what’s outside itself, replacing real things with plots and fictions.” (200)

After considering Osteen’s argument, I was reminded of House of Leaves. Brita comments at one point that even if her subject matter is horrifying, the photograph makes it appear beautiful. Karen too, equates the Sheffield disaster to a mural. I think Osteen uses the word aestheticizing. We aestheticize horror and therefore distance ourselves from it. We can look at horrifying pictures in a detached way. I really don’t think this is true all the time, but for many images it is. Anyway, I thought of Navidson’s Delial photograph, how he felt guilty and tormented by it. However, by this logic, I feel like with the amount of mediation going on in House of Leaves, Truant should never have gone as crazy as he did. Detached, yes, but not so excessively consumed.

Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.

I’m glad we got assigned this particular article, because as I was reading DeLillo I couldn’t help thinking of Easten Ellis and wondering, what is it with these guys and terrorists? What’s the appeal?

I was also wondering if anyone felt the same way about Mao II in terms of “datedness” or the novel showing its age or feeling very much of its time period as we mentioned in connection to The Female Man. In several places I feel as though DeLillo is eerily prescient.

Mark Osteen raises a number of really interesting points. In particular, I found his argument that DeLillo is conferring more value onto Brita than Bill Gray (who, according to Osteen, is a sort of version of DeLillo himself). Or perhaps “more value” is not the right term, but indicating that Brita is less deluded than Gray and more realistic, especially in her understanding and “buying in” of her role as a photographer, as opposed to Gray’s futile struggle against his own role in consumption.

But back to the terrorists. Osteen writes about the necessity of media for terrorists-terrorists need the media, otherwise who are they terrorizing if they don’t have publicity? Which reminds me of the various accusations leveled against both sides of the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, accusing them of, among other things, deliberately staging situations of civilians, particularly children, getting killed by soldiers, or moving civilian corpses onto bombing sites to inflate death tolls.

So I was struck by Brita’s bravery and her certainty that she wouldn’t be harmed as she photographed Rashid and his followers in Beirut. Brita fulfills a need the terrorists have which Jean-Claude doesn’t, as evidenced by his sale to the unnamed fundamentalists. Without Bill Gray’s participationg, Jean-Claude is rather useless to their organization (although that’s probably little comfort to the prisoner in the cell, with whom my sympathies lie).

Moving on, I’m interested in questioning why DeLillo chose these particular moments-the Sheffield disaster, Khomeini’s funeral-as examples of this paradigmatic shift, of the “future belonging to crowds.” Why Sheffield?

Although I think there’s certainly no question that this novel is a postmodern work, I was also struck by the lack of textual experimentation that we have come to associate with postmodernism. Of course, DeLillo does insert the pictures that delineate the different parts of the novel, the narrative of the text itself is rather more straightforward and less experimental than I was expecting.

I wonder if anyone else experienced feeling a link between Rev. Sun Myung Moon and Abu Rashid. It seems that both articulate a remarkably similar idea about crowd consciousness and how to exploit it. Rashid explains his philosophy behind his appeal to his child-militia: “We teach them identity, a sense of purpose…all men one man. We teach that our children belong to something strong and self-reliant…no martyrs here. The image of Rashid is their identity” (DeLillo 233). This parallels the child/parent dynamic of Moon and his followers and the purposeful dissolution of an individual identity into an identity that is dependent on a group for existence. During the wedding, Karen’s father desperately hopes that she will retain her “grids of pinpoint singularities” even as the Master “unburdens them of free will and independent thought” (DeLillo 7). I feel like going any further with this right now will get me bogged down in arguing for/against the very existence of the possiblity of independent thought (in my opinion, impossible) but it might be an interesting jumping-off (literally) point.

Off Topic: Quick Note About House of Leaves/La Strada

I haven’t finished Mao II yet but will post when I do. In the meantime, I thought I’d let the class know that I just finished watching La Strada, which is the film that Danielewski mentioned in the interview that Prof. Sample posted a while back (Danielewski took the name Zampano from the film).

So, it’s an Italian film from the early 1950s and was not what I was expecting at all. Actually, the character of Zampano was not what I was expecting at all, but I think I managed to find a couple of insights into Danielewski’s choice.

First, to summarize (SPOILERS): the character Zampano in the film is a big, muscular one-man traveling show, performing feats of strength, etc. He brings on this girl, Gelsemina, who has the mannerisms of Charlie Chaplin and a face described by another character as an “artichoke.” She’s really sweet and there’s some lingering love issues but he treats her like sh*t pretty much and at the end leaves her in the middle of nowhere and sneaks off. Years later, he hears that she dies and finally, realizing how much he loved her, falls to his knees by the sea and cries–the first time we see him display any sort of emotion.

So, not quite the intellectual who might write of the Navidson Record, right? Well, per those aforementioned insights:

1) Early in the film, before performing this trick where he straps a chain around his chest and expands his chest to break it, he tells the surrounding crowd that “men have gone blind” from doing the trick… I think he said something about straining an optic nerve… I forget. But, as we know of course, Zampano in HOL is blind.

2) The guy was a drunkard. And in HOL, there’s a lot of references to Zampano drinking, like the slip where he talks about a character drinking and accidentally says “I” instead of “he,” etc.

3) Also, I was thinking about that line in the book (the coded message) that says, “Dear Zampano, who did you lose?” Of course, if you read the quick summary I gave of the movie above, the clear answer to this is the girl, Gelsemina. That was pretty much the climax/resolution of the film–how he lost her and how he realized he “lost” her. Everything in the film led up to him losing her. So…

… That’s all I got. Has anyone else seen the film? If so, did you make the same or any new connections?

Terror, Global Connectedness, and Brainwashing in Mao II

Although I am much less familiar with DeLillo than a number of students in our class, I am quickly becoming a fan.  I read Mao II in less than a day (which is unusual for me these days), and I found myself really intrigued by the notion that art and terror may be intimately connected. 

The first thing which struck me as horrifying and yet somehow remarkable was DeLillo’s connection between the World Trade Center towers and terrorism.  How was he to know that the United States would come to understand terror because of the World Trade Center exactly ten years after this novel was published? 

In Chapter 3 when Brita is photographing Bill, they are discussing how she feels about New York City and she complains about it “all being flattened and hauled away so that they can build their towers” (39), which leads to their specific discussion of the World Trade Center towers.  She explains that her “big complaint is only partly size” when it comes to those two towers, and that “the size is deadly.  But having two of them is like a comment, it’s like a dialogue, only I don’t know what they’re saying” (40).  On the next page, Bill explains one of the major themes of the novel, the connection and transition from art to terror, saying, “There’s a curious knot that binds novelists and terrorists… Years ago I used to think it was possible for a novelist to alter the inner life of the culture.  Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.  They make raids on human consciousness.  What writers used to do before we were all incorporated” (41). 

Somehow, these few pages seem so ominous and yet entirely innocent.  All we knew of terrorism before 2001 was international terrorism really, not terror on our own soil, well except for  incidents like the the Oklahoma City bombing and the unabomber.  But for the most part, we were ignorant of terror incidents.  DeLillo takes us into various worlds where people are brainwashed into submission and/or acts of terror, but to do so, he uses international figures  and groups like Mao Zedong, Ayatolla Rhuholla Khomeini, el Sendero Iluminoso (the Shining Path), the Unification Church and Sun Myung Moon (and his “Moonies”), among others.  And yet, only ten years later, he would have been able to cite a relevant situation here on our own American soil to add to Bill Gray’s notion that terrorists are taking over the part of artists in shaping culture.

I began also to consider how this book adds to my understanding of Postmodernism.  Again, we see the complex and multi-layered use of art in Mao II: Brita uses photography to record writers’ faces, and then towards the end, to document what is going on in the outside world: “barely watched wars, children running in the dust” (227), while Gray writes novel, well actually not anymore, but has written novels, and of course, we are reading DeLillo’s novel.  The metafictive and self-reflexive nature of the novel suggest, once again, that Postmodernists love to self-reflect, and they love to reflect on art and what it all “means.”

As for reshaping my understanding of Postmodernism, so far I have decided that DeLillo’s book suggests that international awareness as well as a brainwashing motif run through this contemporary literary period.  I suppose it is obvious that international connectedness is pertinent to our contemporary literature simply because technology has made our world infinitely “smaller,” or at least better connected.  Karen constantly watches the world on television; she sees Khomeini’s funeral chaos and crowds of Mao’s China (always crowds).  Bill travels to New York City (from his hideaway home), then to London, then Cyprus, and then tries to get to Beirut, all to save a Swiss writer who has been abducted.  The international connectedness appears throughout the story; even when Karen meets people in the park from all over the world, she seems to be stationary and confined to the United States, but she is really very much tied to the foreign experience through both her conversations at the park and the world news she watches on television.

I also see brainwashing as an element closely connected to postmodernism; Karen is portrayed as a brainwashed Moonist who can never quite shed her Unification beliefs.  When Brita travels to Beirut at the end of the novel, she meets Abu Rashid and his brainwashed youth followers.  She thinks to herself, “Eloquent macho bullshit” (254), a favorite line of mine from the book, after Rashid explains, “Mao believed in the process of thought reform.  It is possible to make history by changing the basic nature of a people” (233).  That lines seems a rather fitting way to end this post: Mao’s “thought reform” or “brainwashing” has moved from using art to using terror, if we are to follow DeLillo’s suggestions in this book.  Terror has, unfortunately, become beautiful, meaningful, and vital to some cultures (albeit mostly radical and marginalized groups, many DeLillo seems to anticipate here), and the art that once had the power to shape culture may, indeed, have been replaced by violence.

Postmodernism and the “Black Experience”

Several posts have interrogated the placement of the novel Beloved within the framework of postmodernism. At first, I was also curious about the connection between postmodernism and historical fiction. Reading Davis’ article cleared up a few things, including the idea that rewriting history, or “rememory” as she terms it, can alter our view and understanding of history. However, I was still unsure about the reading of Beloved with a postmodern lens. (This has nothing to do with the contention that Morrison does not actually see her work as postmodern. Since postmodernism calls for the figurative “death of the author,” her opinion should not influence our understanding of the novel nor should it discourage us from thinking critically about the novel’s place within the postmodern critical framework.)

In an attempt to understand the connection between Beloved and postmodernism, I searched for any literature on the discussion of “postmodern blackness,” and found a useful article by bell hooks, published in Postmodern Culture in September 1990 (http://www.africa.upenn.edu/Articles_Gen/Postmodern_Blackness_18270.html). Hooks argues that racism is actually perpetuated “when blackness is associated solely with a concrete gut level [black] experience conceived either as opposing or having no connection to abstract thinking and the production of critical theory.” Although Hooks is skeptical about a clear relationship between postmodernism and the “black experience,” she is also skeptical of the tendency primarily of black literary scholars to dismiss the probability that there may be a meaningful connection there.

Hooks realizes that the black experience has been left out of the discussion of postmodernism: “Since much of this theory has been constructed in reaction to and against high modernism, there is seldom any mention of black experience or writings by black people in this work, specifically black women.” In light of this absence of black experience within postmodern works, she finds it strange and ironic that postmodernist discourse has often suggested that discussions of “difference and otherness” are considered legitimate issues in postmodernist thought: “It is sadly ironic that the contemporary discourse which talks the most about heterogeneity, the decentered subject, declaring breakthroughs that allow recognition of otherness, still directs its critical voice primarily to a specialized audience, one that shares a common language rooted in the very master narratives it claims to challenge.”

Now that I think about it, even Haraway’s discussion on cyborgs recognizes the necessity for innovative ways of operating and of relating to others in a postmodern world where partial identities are the standard rather than the deviation. In keeping with Haraway’s vision for a definition of feminism that is “not afraid of permanently partial identities and contradictory standpoints,” cyborg theory accounts for and welcomes so-called ‘contradictory standpoints’ from women who are different in class, ethnicity, sexuality, age, nationality, religious beliefs, political party, and physical ability. Hooks seems to agree with this: “Radical postmodernist practice, most powerfully conceptualized as a ‘politics of difference,’ should incorporate the voices of displaced, marginalized, exploited, and oppressed black people.”

Hooks concludes her discussion by asserting that “postmodern critiques of essentialism which challenge notions of universality and static over-determined identity within mass culture and mass consciousness can open up new possibilities for the construction of the [African American] self and the assertion of agency.” I think this is a useful statement because it compels us to consider the benefits of viewing blackness and the black experience within another critical framework. Such a critique allows us to affirm the existence of multiple black identities, or a varied black experience, thereby challenging archetypes of black identity which represent blackness as one-dimensional in ways that reinforce white supremacy (Hooks).

Hence, I do believe that it is beneficial to discuss works of fiction that are not typically recognized as postmodern (such as Morrison’s Beloved) in a class on postmodernism. Confining our discussions of postmodernism to certain texts that are clearly postmodern defeats the purpose of making new connections and understanding the discourse from varied points of view. For example, if we don’t connect postmodernism to our discussion of Beloved, we may not be able to critically think about the fragmented identities of the characters in the novel as decentered subjects in relation to history, as Davis suggests. We may only be inclined to discuss the novel in light of the generic one-size-fits-all black experience that Hooks is desperately trying to escape.

Reconfiguring the Past

Well, it is very late, and I am wondering why it has taken me so long to come up with something to write about concerning Toni Morrison’s Beloved.  Perhaps, it has something to do with not actually liking the novel that much.  Don’t get me wrong, it is a fine literary achievement, but for some reason it doesn’t “strike a chord” with me (but I will leave my personal taste out of this discussion).

More importantly, I am struggling with the postmodern-ness of the novel (and of Toni Morrison in general).  So it is a relief to see that as a class, we seem to be struggling together.  I keep trying to find a postmodern entry into this novel but have found little success, and so my last resort is to attempt to situate Beloved with the other postmodern texts we have read up to this point.  Obviously, this is no walk in the park either…but I did find one thing that could prove useful, but could also prove worthless.

In Kimberly Chabot Davis’ essay “Postmodern Blackness,” she discusses the interaction between past and present in Morrison’s Beloved:

One way to free oneself from the horrors of the past is to reenact and reconfigure the past in the present, as Sethe does with an icepick at the end of the novel, attacking not her own children this time but the white man Bodwin, whom she perceives as a reincarnation of her slave master Schoolteacher. (251)

Could we not consider this idea (reconfiguring the past in the present) in terms of Le Guin’s The Lathe of Heaven?  I believe a comparison with Le Guin’s novel depends on how one reads the ending of Beloved.  As Davis explains, some critics see the ending as a positive resolution; however, Davis “find[s] that the last chapter denies such a simplistic closure.  Morrison ends the novel with the word “Beloved,” suggesting that the past is a lasting presence, waiting to be resurrected. […] Although the ending suggests partial healing, the spectre of the past reamins, waiting to resurface” (251).

To reinforce her claims, Davis turns to Hutcheon who I think can be used also to consider The Lathe of Heaven:

the past is not something to be escaped, avoided, or controlled. . . the past is something with which we must come to terms and such a confrontation involves an acknowledgment of limitation as well as power. (251)

So to try to pull this shaky argument together: Sethe’s icepick maneuver is comparable to the chaotic ending of Dr. Haber’s effective dream in The Lathe of Heaven.  These resolutions are not perfect.  Instead, the endings demonstrate an “acknowledgment of limitation”: Sethe cannot erase the past by stabbing someone with an icepick, and Dr. Haber cannot alter the wrongs of the past by changing the world’s present condition (Note: his attempt to do so results in chaos.  Had it not been for George reaching the “off” switch, the world would have been staring into the eye of an apocalyptic disaster.)

Alternatively, both novels demonstrate the failing attempts to reconfigure the past through the present: Beloved in terms of a personal, familial past and The Lathe Heaven in terms of a broader world history.

Well what exactly does all of this tell me?  By placing Beloved alongside a postmodern text, can a claim of postmodernism be made for Morrison’s novel?  I’m not sure.  As was stated in Davis’s essay, Beloved‘s ending can be read several different ways.  If we read the ending as a positive resolution, then I can see the case being made against a postmodernist reading.  Either way, a comparison between the two novels certainly raises questions about the reconfiguration of the past through the present, and whether or not this can be achieved.

Premodernism, modernism, postmodernism, antipostmodernism

While we’re all struggling with how Beloved challenges our notions of what counts as “postmodern,” I think it’s helpful (as some of you already have done) to go back and look at some of the various theoretical conceptions of postmodernism we’ve encountered. Hassan and Harvey are good places to begin. Here’s something else I read recently that might be helpful (or perhaps confusing). Louis Menand recently wrote in the New Yorker about Donald Barthelme, an undeniably postmodern writer. But what, Menand asks, is postmodernism again?

Postmodernism is the Swiss Army knife of critical concepts. It’s definitionally overloaded, and it can do almost any job you need done. This is partly because, like many terms that begin with “post,”  it is fundamentally ambidextrous.  It can mean, “We’re all modernists now. Modernism has won.” Or it can mean “No one can be a modernist now. Modernism is over.” (Louis Menand, “Saved From Drowning: Barthelme Reconsidered,” New Yorker 23 Feb 2009: 68-76)

The funny thing about this division and its anchoring in modernism is that it seems to exclude Toni Morrison. In a sense, she precedes it all. With her emphasis on folklore, mythology, and oral storytelling, she really seems to be pre-modern. (Is that what antipostmodern means?)

Or is being pre-modern actually a kind of postmodernism (in that it is antogonistic to modernism)?

Lostness, epitaphs, poltergeists, and epigraphs

It seemed to me that Beloved was, maybe not at its core, but definitely somewhere near it, a story of lost. Not loss, but lost…lostness if you will. Lostness in the sense of being neither here nor there – a figurative (or, what the hell, a legit supernatural) limbo. Being stuck/lost between slavery and freedom, youth and age, being someone’s daughter and someone’s mother, life and death,  ‘evil and sad, ‘etc.

 So, running with that idea, I haphazardly googled “Beloved” and “Morrison” and “Lostness” and wouldn’t you know, something came up. This article:

Ten Minutes for Seven Letters: Reading Beloved’s Epitaph
Jeffrey Andrew WeinstockThe Arizona Quarterly. Tucson: Autumn 2005.Vol. 61, Iss. 3;  pg. 129, 25 pgs

 

Does contain the word “lostness” and does deal with it in a sense, but what I found most interesting was Weinstock’s discussion of the epitaph – language, really, by the living, in the language of the living, for the dead who cannot read it. He writes:

One can begin to approach the dilemmas posed by the idea of reading epitaphs by observing that to read something as an epitaph, as written on a gravestone, is, first of all, to make the relationship between language and death explicit-epitaphs are always curious types of dead letters that mediate the relationship between the living and the dead.

He relates the epitaph to the theme of “lostness” or limbo as he continues,” The epitaph marks a site of memory, a powerful zone of contact between the living and the dead. It performs the complicated function of calling to mind the departed as departed, that is, of foregrounding the present absence of the beloved. To read the epitaph is to remember its referent, to conjure the dead, while at the same time to be struck by the ephemerality of living. The materiality, the weightiness, the persistence of words literally etched in stone contrast with the fleetingness and fragility of life.”

The fact that we start with two epitaphs in Beloved, “sixty million and more” and the more literal epitaph “Beloved” immediately places the reader in a world of inbetweens. Morrison herself takes part in the act; the epi(gr)taph “sixty million and more” will be forever “etched” in every edition of her novel, reviving/conjuring those who died in slavery, while their actual physical lives were probably relatively brief.

Anyway, the seemingly conflicting ideas of the epitaph and the poltergeist are particularly interesting to me – the epitaph essentially ends a physical life as soon as the chisel lifts, while simultaneously (ideally) perpetuating the memorial/spiritual/emotional life of the departed; conversely the poltergeist attempts to perpetuate the physical being while altering/subverting/perverting the memory/emotion/spirit of the departed.  I’d like to see what shape  this discussion takes – the conventions of the epitaph…what is a haunting? (something very present in the text, an inability, unwillingness to move on.) Is a haunting, or is this haunting, simply an emotional/social construction? Is it meant to be entirely literal? It is memory? Is it the desire to remain within the limbo/ “lostness”? If so, why? Out of comfort? Fear? Evil? Sadness?

Unity in Fragmentation and Brokenness

In many ways Toni Morrison’s Beloved reminds me of William Faulkner’s Absalom, Absalom!  Both speak to issues of slavery and race; both narratives are told from multiple points of view and in non-chronological order, steadily fleshing out the many facets of the story.  I may be putting more faith in my reading of Beloved than Absalom, Absalom! when I say that I think Faulkner’s work is more post-modern in that in the end the reader is not sure what is true and what to believe; I think Morrison gives us a much more solid reality and a “center” that we can stand on.

I feel that the fragmented structure of the novel parallels the fragmented and broken nature of the characters in the work.  The setting of the narrative jumps around so the idea of home is difficult to pin down.  Sethe separates herself from the memory of Beloved, but Beloved cannot be repressed (sound familiar?  House of Leaves is back!).  At the same time, even though the characters lives and bodies are in pieces, the past of fragmentation brings them together and unifies them in the end.  I think that Paul D goes to Sethe with the hope that she might satisfy his needs and make him feel whole, unbroken.  He would not return were it not for some shared connection.  Granted, he does not understand the whole picture and when Beloved enters on the scene he gets uncomfortable and leaves.  Still, at the end, he returns and tries and offers to help heal and piece Sethe back together.  I also think that it is interesting that Sethe’s scars, her bodily brokenness, appears to form a tree.  The tree seems reminiscent of a family tree, showing that all of the characters, Sethe, Denver, Beloved, Paul D, are connected by the physical and not so physical wounds they bear.

The appearance of ghosts in this novel and postmodernism in general is an interesting one.  Going along with the theme I’ve already got rolling here, I think ghosts are great symbols for fragmentation: a ghost is a spirit separated from its body.  In the instance of Beloved, the ghost serves as a symbol of the mental wounds, the repressed, too.  With regards to Alyssa’s comments about ghosts, Morrison may not attempt to separate ghosts from religion, but I don’t think she tries to marry the two ideas together.  I feel the religion within the work comes out more in the form of a general spirituality than rigid establishments and dogmas.  If the work had been more about religion, then I think Morrison would have had the ladies at the end sing a hymn instead of one of Sixo’s(?) old tunes.  Ghost does not immediately connote religion; just think about how many horror movies have ghosts and then think about how many have priests in them.

Like Pulling Teeth

Like many of the posts before me, I feel uncomfortable calling this text postmodern, especially since Morrison calls herself antipostmodern.  (What does antipostmodern mean anyway?  Against the idea of postmodernism?  Against the tenets associated with the term?  Or is she saying that she is anything other than postmodern?  All would be interesting avenues of exploration.) Regardless,there is one part of this novel that struck my postmodern chord: the rewriting/ retelling of history in the novel.  

This idea reminded me of Hassan’s discontinuity of history in”POSTmodernISM.” According to the essay,  “We reinvent continually the past…Or individually, each man dreams his ancestors to remake himself” (6).  Clearly, this reinvention of history is a major part of Beloved not only with events happening out of order and the revision of the history through the mouth of a freed slave, but– more interesting yet– the reader sees several retelling of stories that happen to the characters in the novel.  A prime example is the narrative of Denver’s birth told (in part) to us by Sethe (31).  A more expanded version of Denver’s birth is told from Denver herself as she recounts it to Beloved.  “Denver spoke, Beloved listened, and the two did the best they could to create what really happened, how it really was, something only Sethe knew because she alone had the mind for it and the time afterward to shape it” (78).  This collaborative second-hand retelling of history based on Sethe’s story to them struck me as just the type of discontinuity of history that links Morrison to Hassan.  

Davis devotes quite a bit of her essay to Morrison’s rewriting, “rememory” as Sethe calls it, of history  though “origins, cycles, and reconstructing agency” (244).  While I don’t want to rehash her analysis of the novel, I did want to add on to her idea.  

The short two-page chapter on 133 and 134 appeared to be a beautiful metaphor of this very revision of history that Davis speaks of in Beloved.  In this chapter, Beloved reaches into her mouth and pulls out a “back tooth” (133).  She ponders this action and thinks that “her arm, her hand, a toe” would be the next to fall off (133).  This pulling / falling apart of Beloved seems to be a nice extension into thinking about history.  At any moment the details of events in the past could suddenly be lost.  What then?   Beloved appears to share these fears by saying that she has two dreams: “exploding, and being swallowed” (133).   The threat of losing the past could very well meet the same fate.  The interesting part to me was Denver’s response to this tooth loss episode.  

“Must be a wisdom,” said Denver.  “Don’t it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Then why don’t you cry?”

“What?”

“If it hurts, why don’t you cry?”

“And she did.  Siting there holding a small white tooth in the palm of her smooth smooth hand” (133-4).  So Beloved cries after the suggestion has been made that it might hurt and she should cry.  If this is an extension of the retelling of history, Morrison would be positing the idea that a mere seed of suggestion can alter and shape not only our reactions to events, but the very events themselves.  A terribly postmodern idea.

Re-creating Reality

Although the narrative was much easier to follow reading it for the second time, I remain very confused about exactly what Beloved herself is. The text from Beloved’s own point of view exacerbated rather than cleared up my confusion, as, apart from the interesting form that Davis comments on, I could not understand the content, or the point. Davis mentions that Beloved’s sections reference the slave narratives of the middle passage, and I didn’t catch that at all when I read it, but now I see the references. If there are references, does Beloved then become the spirit of African American history? Is she the mythical “presence” that Morrison is quoted as saying African Americans possess?

Even the other characters in the novel seem confused about what she is. Once another character identifies her as probably a girl that had escaped being imprisoned by a whiteman. When she vanishes from the porch, some characters see her as fat, some as thin, and later a boy reports seeing a woman with fish for hair in the woods. Morrison herself says she blended Beloved from the murdered historical child and a woman in a photograph murdered by a jealous lover.

With all these different interpretations of her, it’s no wonder Beloved has trouble keeping herself together. Beloved mentions trying to keep herself intact, each part of herself, as if the integrity of her form was a function of her concentration, and if she let herself drift for a moment, she would all fall apart. This vulnerability to self-fragmentation is seen in Sethe as well, and it reminded me of the conscious re-creating of one’s reality the travelers in the hallways of House of Leaves had to do. Beloved’s own narrative is also fragmented, and she seems to see Sethe’s face as both the face she lost on the middle passage and her own face.

What is this ambiguity accomplishing? What is Morrison communicating that she felt Beloved would be the best medium for? And why do Davis (and apparently I) care so much about Morrison’s intent? I am fond of the imagery of Davis’s “wheel,” ever changing and adapting and never repeating – perhaps these are also the characteristics of the water from which Beloved came. Beloved herself is always changing, her form varying both over time and with the viewer. Yet in the end, no one can remember her and she seems to diminish in form to a kind of nature spirit, hiding in the forest. What does this development signify? Davis mentioned a theory that Sethe’s proactive reeactment of the past broke the hold of the past (in the form of Beloved) on her, making Beloved vanish and allowing Sethe to come to terms with her past in a way that still allowed her to live in the present.

In the normal ideal of a sane person in our society, the sane person clearly separates memory and imagination and the present, and also remembers all important events in their life. The characters in this novel clearly do not always fit that ideal, and even at the end when Sethe has been “liberated” from the past, she and others can not really remember Beloved, even though she played such a large role in their lives. Does this leave them functioning but insane? Does this ending shed some light on the way we construct our societal ideal of a functioning productive member of society?

Past, Present, and Future in BELOVED

I share some of the same uncertainty that others have expressed in previous posts regarding classifying Morrison’s work as “postmodern”. When I read the novel, I wasn’t actively trying to place it into a category. It was not until after I finished reading the novel that I started to think about it through a “postmodern lens”. I’m having the same difficulty that others are having. I found Alana’s comment about the narrative interesting. Alana suggests that “the narrative isn’t particularly fragmented (at least in the sense of point of view)”. I agree that Morrison’s narrative was not ground-breaking or earth-shattering, but as I read I was continually struck by her skill at flawlessly weaving in and out of the perspectives of the various characters. Some chapters contained multiple perspectives, weaving from the voice of an unknown narrator into the memories of various characters. While I guess this isn’t fragmented in the sense of The Female Man and some of the other works that we have read, I do feel that it is distinct.

After considering my own thoughts on how and why the novel is (or isn’t) postmodern, I was struck with the question of how many books are “postmodern” due to the time period in which they were written yet lack some of the key characteristics of postmodern works. This question made me think about how and why we classify texts, but I realize this pondering doesn’t get us anywhere with our discussion of Beloved as a postmodern work.

Aside from the narrative, and my ponderings on classifying works as postmodern, I was struck by several things while reading the novel. The motif of space comes up throughout the novel. Sethe feels that she can’t take any more memories, thinking, “I am still full of [the memories], God damn it, I can’t go back and add more” (83). Beloved talks about the lack of space on the other side, telling Denver there was “nothing to breathe down there and no room to move in” (88). Along with the idea of space is the selfishness of each character. Denver wants Sethe to herself and doesn’t want to share her with Paul D. or Beloved. But she also wants Beloved for herself and views it as her mission to care for and protect Beloved. Paul D. wants Sethe for himself and is jealous of their new boarder, Beloved. And Beloved wants Sethe for herself. This idea of space and selfishness is connected to Sara’s post about characters trying to establish ownership. It seems that Denver tries to establish ownership the most. Not only does she desire to “own” Sethe and Beloved, but she also seeks ownership over the past. She resents the fact that “her father’s absence was not hers” (15), and she “hated the stories her mother told that did not concern herself” (74).

Of all the characters, Sethe’s desires seem unclear. She is obviously obsessed with the past and it seems that Beloved is the embodiment of what Sethe calls her “rememory”. It is interesting that Sethe believed that she could forget her past because Beloved was there and seemed to understand when, in actuality, Beloved’s presence made Sethe remember even more. At one point Sethe even says that “her mind was busy with the things she could forget” (227). We are told that “to Sethe, the future was a matter of keeping the past at bay” (51), and “her brain was not interested in the future” (83). Because of the deep hurt of her past, she had “no room to imagine, let alone plan for, the next day.” Despite her desire to “[beat] back the past” (85), the past seems to be Sethe’s obsession.

On the other hand, while he remembers the past, Paul D looks to the future. He takes Sethe and Denver to the carnival in hopes of a fresh start, and when he comes back to Sethe in the end, he tells her, “me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow” (322).

Finally, Denver is concerned with the present. We’re told that Denver “had her own set of questions which had nothing to do with the past. The present alone interested Denver” (141). Denver is lonely and feels that she is out of place. She is unaccepted in her society, and she realizes that she is not a part of the past that Paul D and Sethe share. She is also fearful of losing Beloved and her mother, just like she has lost everyone else. So, for Denver, life is about maintaining what she has. It is interesting that she seems to be okay in the end. While we are left with hope for Sethe and Paul D, it seems that Denver is the only one we can be sure of having a hopeful future.

I really enjoyed reading Beloved and was most intrigued by these views of past, present, and future. I do look forward to our class discussions of the various themes and motifs in the text, as well as its classification as “postmodern.” There’s too much to say about this novel for just one post!

The Overuse of “Limited” Power

In Kimberly Chabot Davis’s article “‘Postmodern Blackness’: Toni Morrison’s Beloved and the End of History,” Henderson claims that the novel “asserts the importance of a ‘mediation between remembering (possession) and forgetting (exorcism)'” (Henderson qtd. in Davis 251). More simply put, Beloved questions the power dynamic between outside forces and the individual’s free will. Though this is not a new question in literature or philosophy, Davis uses this as a springboard for a postmodern reading. She (over)promotes the slipperiness of the text in an effort, I believe, to jump ahead to other (potential) postmodern elements. In the process, she ignores or diminishes the importance of key moments in the text that contradict her perspective.

At first glance, Beloved appears to inhabit the gray space between determinism and existentialism (innovative for a modern text that includes slave narratives). Morrison points to the (at times meager) freedoms that exist within confines without occluding the fact that there are indeed confines. Her protagonist Sethe rejects the traditional either/or logic favoring the unconventional either/or/neither/both or (to borrow a phrase from Eugene Eoyang) “four-cornered logic.” The introduction of this four-cornered logic allows the reader to develop double vision, a perspective which Davis capitalizes on to develop a “blended” postmodern resolution allowing for both and neither determinism and free will. Davis notes “Sethe has limited power to revise or erase the past” (Davis 251). “Limited power” implies that there is indeed an element of free will (existentialism) though it is not without boundaries (determinism). This argument encourages the “slipperiness” or “untidiness” of a postmodern reading.

Though I agree that Beloved is neither overtly deterministic nor overtly existentialist, I find less ambiguity in the text. Morrison notes, “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another” (Morrison 95). This statement implies both agency and responsibility. While Sethe made a difficult decision, it was a choice for her to make. Moreover, it becomes something she takes ownership of (one could say literally). Though Davis make a point when she notes that the text does not offer obvious directives: “memory also has its costs, resulting often in the reopening-rather than the healing-of old psychic wounds” (Davis 250). Davis (perhaps inadvertently) demonstrates something important about the process. The cost of memory implies something gained from payment. In that case, the “something” seems to be Sethe herself. She goes from “…sadness at the center, the desolated center where the self that was no self made its home… [the] fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like” (140) to beginning to accept that she is her own “best thing” (273) at the conclusion of the text. If the self is created through one’s actions, this progression is important. Without choice and action, there can be no self-as there was at the beginning of Sethe’s journey. A self may only be formed though choice and action. Lastly, if the reader agrees to that gain, Sethe’s situation is not futile. The text becomes less slippery, less untidy, and potentially less postmodern.

Beloved- Morrison’s Definition of “Freedom” as Postmodern

I’d like to start off by saying that I find Beloved entirely mesmerizing, and this week when I was listening to NPR on the way to work, I was reminded that Patrick Henry gave his speech to the Virginia Convention two hundred and thirty-four years ago this week (March 23, 1775)– I just realized I originally posted this with a miscalculation. If you’ll recall, the last few lines of his speech seem awfully ironic, considering the practice of slavery by the colonists themselves:

Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

That said, one of the most moving motifs for me as I read Beloved was the characters’ discussion of what freedom meant for them. Toward the beginning of the story, Baby Suggs discusses how she gives up loving her children because “men and woman were moved around like checkers” (27). The narrator explains, “What she called the nastiness of life was the shock she received upon learning that nobody stopped playing checkers because the pieces included her children,” and then goes on, saying that after her third child was taken from her, “That child she could not love and the rest she would not. ‘God take what He would,’ she said. And He did, and He did, and He did and then gave her Halle who gave her freedom when it didn’t mean a thing” (28).

Then when Seth and Paul D are talking about what Sethe did to her children, she tells him, “Look like I loved em more after I got here. Or maybe I couldn’t love em proper in Kentucky because they wasn’t mine to love. But when I got here, when I jumped down off that wagon– there wasn’t nobody int he world I couldn’t love if I wanted to” (190-1). Paul D doesn’t respond aloud, but the narrator explains that he understands what Sethe means: “So you protected yourself and loved small. Picked the tiniest stars out of the sky to ownl lay down with head twisted in order to see the loved one over the rim of the trench before you slept. Stole shy glances at her between the trees at chain-up. Grass blades, salmanders, spiders, woodpeckers, beetles, a kingdom of ants. Anything bigger wouldn’t do. A woman, a child, a brother–a big love like that would split you wide open in Alfred, Georgia. He knew exactly what [Sethe] meant: to get to a place where you could love anything you choose–not to need permission for desire– well now, that was freedom” (191).”

The reason I felt so moved by these particular passages is because Morrison very successfully recovers a part of history that all of the American literary movements before postmodernism just gloss over:

What is freedom, not just for certain privileged Americans, but for those who have actually been enslaved and silenced?

Freedom, according to these excerpts from Beloved, means not having to ask anyone if it is okay to love one’s own children. The most natural and uncontrollable love, the love of a parent for his/her child, had to be controlled in order for people in our American history to survive.

Now, before I start to sound like I am on an Oprah show, I want to say that I think this conversation is relevant to whether Morrison’s novel ought to be considered Postmodern or not. I have to agree with Alana that there seems to be something inherently wrong with suggesting that Morrison is a postmodern writer, even when she claims she is not; it seems to be adding salt to the wound that she is writing about in her books. Then again, her book does challenge history. Davis points out the metaphor of the newspapers (which have been considered to contain evidence of “what really happened” in history) in the woodshed where Sethe killed her child and where Paul D sleeps with Beloved, and Davis suggests, “This metaphor allows Morrison simultaneously to point out the gap between representation and reality and to suggest that we can only know the past through discourse. She seems to concur with the poststructuralist view that reality is a function of discourse, yet does not let this point pacify her into accepting the representations that already exist-the voyeuristic news accounts and the constrained slave narratives” (248).

In effect, Morrison’s message about freedom, as Baby Suggs, Sethe, and Paul D all explain, meaning being allowed to love your own children–that is a postmodern element in this text. I suppose that’s as far as I would like to go–I feel uncomfortable classifying Morrison into a category she does not embrace herself–but I will say that there are various postmodern themes and motifs in Beloved, particularly that of the ultimate freedom to love. Unfortunately, it is that very freedom to love which leads to the terrible haunting that occurs in this story, particularly for Sethe– because Sethe finally allows herself to love her children, she tries to kill them and succeeds in killing the one who is quite overtly named Beloved.

As for Patrick Henry, I think perhaps he would understand Sethe’s choice given the last line of his rather ironic speech, only I am fairly certain that he and most of his fellow colonists were unable to see past their own feelings of “slavery” to see the reality of the slavery which they themselves perpetuated and deemed acceptable.

Beloved through the Postmodern Lens

I, like the posts underneath me, had trouble locating the “postmodernism” in this text. In fact, when glancing over the reading list for this course before the start of the semester, I remember seeing Beloved on there and, although I hadn’t read it, I knew enough to be confused as per how it was postmodern. I thought this would be cleared up when reading it, however, but for a few points, I can’t see how this book is the same as say, House of Leaves or The Crying of Lot 49. I went back to the Harvey article from a few weeks ago to review that list he gave insofar as differences between postmodernism and modernism to see what I could dig up or to help with my understanding of establishing this book as indeed postmodern. 

I kind of found a few things that maybe the class can consider. For instance, he lists “Interpretation” under modernism and then “against interpretation or misreading” under postmodernism. So, of course this is clearly evident in a book like House of Leaves which is “against interpretation” because it interprets itself. But how might we think of this in relation to Beloved? I was thinking, possibly, that Beloved herself might fall under the “against interpretation/misreading” due to the fact that this unexplainable phenomena occurs as possible resurrection but there are also existing sources in the book that might propel the interpretation elsewhere… does this make sense? For instance, it is easy to “misread” or misinterpret” Beloved because she can be many things–a ghost, a resurrected being of her dead daughter (thus, the flesh form of the ghost), or the actual daughter (as made a possibility by I think Stamp Paid when he mentions to Paul at the church that there was a girl who had been held captive for the last eighteen years and had just escaped from her tormentor a few weeks before… or something). So, because the way the book handles Beloved, we might see what Harvey distinguished as the one of the difference between modern and postmodern… maybe… or it could simply be something open to a lot of interpretation and not really against interpretation…

Hmmm, on that same note, he mentions “paranoia” under modernism and “schizophrenia” under postmodernism. I was looking at the end of the book, in particular, relating to schizophrenia or the joining of the women. This might be too literal of a stretch here (or maybe just a stretch, literal or otherwise), but there is a certain schizophrenia in the characters–perhaps Harvey was writing more about the writing of a postmodern text as being schizophrenic rather than the content therein as schizophrenic (as opposed to paranoia), but I thought I’d throw that out there for the class.

I’m not sure if Harvey helped or hurt me in my understanding. I looked at Davis too, of course, since she talks about this, but she left me with more questions than answers (which is why I went back to Harvey). For instance, Davis even states that she is suspicious of reading Morrison’s fiction through the lens of postmodernism, poststructuralism, or “white” academic theory… (243) but later states that we should be wary of calling postmodernism a “white phenomenon” (244). She links the lives of black people with postmodernism by way of a complex historical relationship between black protest and liberal academic discourse but doesn’t really say how, specifically. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t understand the connection–what difference, for instance, does color make when it comes to academic discourse? I mean, I get the part where Davis talks about Morrison “deconstructing and reconstructing” history so as to “tap the well of the African-American presence,” and I know we talked about this on the first day of class–about postmodernism rewriting history–but I honestly don’t see how this book, Beloved, does this. So, it’s not that I don’t understand what Davis is saying, I just don’t understand it in relation to the text… you know what I mean? Sure, Morrison is “filling a gap,” or writing about people that mainstream historians have neglected to write about, but for that matter, so did Howard Zinn in his book A People’s History of the United States. There, he wrote about the marginalized voices and people who, also, “mainstream historians” have neglected in textbooks. So, is Zinn’s book “postmodern?”

I think that’s it… if someone can explain to me how the retelling of marginalized history in Zinn’s book is not postmodern but the retelling of marginalized history in Beloved is postmodern, that might help in my confusion….

I really really enjoyed this book; I just feel like I’m missing something when trying to read it through a postmodern lens. Oh, I wanted to talk about the tree/back too… if someone else can write on that, that would be awesome–in the very beginning of the book, I thought “postmodern” at the mention of this tree sprouting out of her back but can’t explain why and now am not sure what the point of that was (metaphor?)…

Oh, and geez, this post is getting long… but what did everyone think about Davis and her connection with the newspapers in the book as example of the gap between representation and reality? Did anyone pick up on this and think of Simulations? And might this lead us to a better lens through which to see this text as postmodern? Or, was this example as much a stretch as my Beloved as “against interpretation” reasoning?

Ghosts and Postmodernism

With this book, I feel like I have more questions than answers.  But, who knows, maybe I can still offer some insight through my line of questioning.  I agree with the previous post that Morrison’s “Beloved” seems out of character compared to the other  “postmodern” novels we’ve read.  I think the fact that the book gives us an altered, unexpected view on a certain historical period is the main reason for labeling it postmodern.  However, there is a connection I made with this text and another postmodern text.  Like the character Beloved in Morrison’s text, Don DeLillo also uses a ghostly figure to focus his novella “The Body Artist.”  When I first read DeLillo’s book I was puzzled by the ghost.  I didn’t see how it fit with the postmodern agenda, or why he found the ghost to be a productive tool to convey his message.  With Morrison, the ghost makes more sense.  Ghosts are often linked with history because they can exist outside of time.  Also, the concept of “haunting” works well as a link for the guilty conscience.  Okay, so maybe it works for Morrison, but I still don’t quite understand the link between ghosts and postmodernism.

On the first day of class, someone said “All I know about postmodernism is that it doesn’t work with religion.”  It seems like most of the postmodern books we’ve read are working against any kind of ontology.  So why use ghosts?  Don’t ghosts represent a higher power, someone in control of things we don’t understand?  Can we separate ghosts from the idea of religion?  Morrison does not attempt to separate ghosts from religion, but DeLillo does.  DeLillo’s seperation struck me as somewhat jarring, where Morrison’s connection seems more natural. Morrison calls attention to the link between religion and ghostsby deliberately making Baby Suggs a preacher.  When Sethe visits the holy ground where Suggs used to preach, she finds herself choked by Beloved’s ghost.

What I wonder about is the way this all plays out.  Baby Suggs status as a gifted preacher seems to make the other town folk jealous.  Somewhere in the text (I could not find the exact page) a character posits the idea that the town folk fail to warn Sethe about the police because of their jealousy of Baby Suggs ability to talk to god.  After that, Baby Suggs stops preaching and appears to stop believing in a god.  By the end of the story, both god and Beloved’s ghost have disappeared as if they were never really there.  The way these events play out makes me think that Morrison wants ontological views to be seen as a negative force within the text.  Religion and the idea of the afterlife only cause problems in the book, never solutions.

Postmodernism versus history?

For some reason I’m feeling extra nitpicky about this article.

First of all, if one were looking for a book that broke the pattern of what we’ve read so far, I’d have to say Beloved would be it. The narrative isn’t particularly fragmented (at least in the sense of point of view) and it doesn’t have any of the aesthetic experimentation of other postmodern works. There’s also a conspicuous lack of disaffected youth, sex, encounterrs with technology, deliberate attempt to shock, and navel-gazing. But then I’ll admit that I’ve never really thought of Morrison as a postmodern writer.

Of course, this goes back to our discussion at the beginning of class about what, exactly, defines postmodernism-aesthetics? or era? Aside from what she has to say about Morrison’s writing, Davis has some interesting arguments to make about postmodernism’s interaction with history. Davis starts out with Jameson, Baudrillard, and Fukuyama’s argument about postmodernism’s disbelief in teleological narratives (but I think if you’re going to be disagreeing with the above, you’d better pack your lunch and plan to stay awhile).

Davis argues that the basis for excluding Morrison from the postmodernist canon is the interaction with history in her work, but that this exclusion isn’t defensible. I would agree that postmodernism has a queasy relationship with history-I think this is perhaps what gives postmodernism it’s “depthlessness”-but at the same time, escaping history is nearly impossible (and the tendency for literature to become “dated,” as we mentioned in connection with The Female Man, is perhaps the basis for postmodernism’s failure to untangle itself from history). So is it possible for a writer to engage with history and still be postmodern? Well, maybe not-after all, Davis herself writes: “postmodern theories need to be modified to accomodate texts like Beloved with an overt agenda of political protest” (Davis 257).

But I’m not sure I agree with her. After all, Morrison calls herself an “antipostmodernist” and it seems disingenuous to argue that she is in fact a postmodernist, especially if doing so would require stretching postmodernist theory (not to say that the argument couldn’t be made). BUT STILL.

Aside from that, Davis makes a few other arguments that kind of bother me. Davis writes: “A rigid demarcation between postmodern texts and African American texts merely perpetuates a false dichotomy of academic theory and social protest, ignoring that they emerged in response to a similar set of lived conditions” (Davis 244). First of all, I think it’s harder to define “African American texts” as a category than merely declaring it texts written by African-American authors. But that aside, earlier Davis claimed to share Barbara Christian’s reservations about “the increasingly popular move to read Morrison’s fiction through the lens of postmodernism, poststructuralism, or “white” academic theory” (Davis 243). I don’t think that looking at Morrison as a postmodernist author “underestimates the crucial importance of Toni Morrison’s black cultural heritage,” to use Davis’ own words, but at the same time, I don’t find a mutual exclusivity between feminist and African American texts and postmodernism. Davis goes on to write: “feminist and African American critics have often dismissed postmodernism’s philosophical questioning of foundationalism and essentialism as being incompatible with their sociopolitical criticism,” but I would argue that Russ’ work fits elegantly into both categories (Davis 244). Rather, I feel that squashing a writer like Morrison into so narrow a box is a greater loss.

So finally-is Beloved a postmodern work or not?

Ownership and Fragmentation

In “Postmodern Blackness,” Davis explains memory as a hybrid version of history and time. She describes the cyclical occurrence of memory in Beloved, characters’ lack of control over changing the past, and the visually fragmented narrative that calls attention to lapses in memory. I like her reading of the text, regardless of whether Beloved is classified as postmodern. I also think many other factors are at work in Beloved, including internal conflict caused by lack of ownership, especially over oneself.

Most of the conflict arising throughout the novel seems to be directly connected to slavery or the aftermath of slavery. Unlike her relatives, who had been warned not to love their children as their own, Sethe becomes strongly attached to hers after leaving Sweet Home, so much so that she’d rather murder them than give them up. By the end she withdraws completely from the outside world because she feels that nothing outside her house belongs to her. Paul D also faces this dilemma, not only trying to hate beautiful things in the world because he feels they’re not for him, but also moving from room to room in Sethe’s house, ultimately relocating to the church.

Denver feels a sense of ownership over Beloved in the beginning, and Beloved, who at first has possession of the house she haunts, later takes possession of Sethe and her sanity. I wonder if the characters in Beloved exhibit tendencies toward claiming what’s theirs because they don’t really know what is theirs. Many have been forced to think that they don’t even own themselves, or that they aren’t even human. 

Paul D, for example, remembers overhearing his dollar worth, and the pain and humiliation of wearing a bit. Sethe is compared to an animal several times – Paul D tells her she has four feet; the students classify her human and animal features; and later, in her horrifying stolen milk memory, a scene of both sexual assault and degradation, she is treated like an abused barnyard animal.

The process of using people as commodities or animals turns their lives into disjointed fragments. The haunted house is more human than those living inside. People are displaced. Nobody lives with their whole family, nobody knows quite where they came from, or the accuracy of the history described to them. No one is whole or in the right spot. Many of the characters don’t even know their real names. When Sethe, Beloved, and Denver finally experience a sense of unity at the end: “Beloved / You are my sister / You are my daughter / You are my face; you are me,” (255) it quickly dissolves to a breaking away from reality. Denver gets excluded from Sethe and Beloved, and Sethe and Beloved exclude themselves from the outside world entirely, spiraling into an ownership and retribution battle which affects their health and sanity.

I think the fragmented narrative literally represents the lack of wholeness many of the characters experience. At the end, Sethe lies under a quilt, appropriately, and wonders if Paul D will bathe her in sections. There is this feeling of helping one another become whole at the end, as he looks at Sethe’s split back and thinks of what Sixo said about the Thirty Mile Woman: “She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order” (321).