Showing posts with label waugh. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

"I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave."


In our discussion of Waugh's The Loved One, someone posed the question along the lines of, "Do you think our generation has a special fascination with death, particularly in the media?" Men have always been fascinated with death; it's the end of one lifetime and, to many, the beginning of another, hence the many representations of the afterlife in mythologies across many cultures. I don't think our perceptions of death have changed either, though The Loved One presents a more modern perspective on commercialized grief. I see that economic value as what our era has brought to the table in the treatment of death. Not only in the actual ritual itself, where you can shop for how you want to bury your dead, but in general attitudes as well.

I refer to how our generation has spawned the goth movement, a social scene that fetishizes morbidity, or at least that's how it's marketed. It's cool to think about death and dress like it! Brand yourself with dreariness! While the movement draws from many other movements (i.e. roots in post-punk, focuses on individualism, aesthetic associations with the Victorian era), the watered down version targeting the more gullible prepubescents at Hot Topic focuses on the mainstream associations of which death is a part of. There's nothing wrong with a curiosity/interest towards death--it's just weird to think about an actual consumer market for this interest.

Anyway, while I do appreciate some aspects of the gothic aesthetic (damn Ms. McPherson, you make pretty shit), there's only so much I can take of the bleak attitude in regards to death. I mean, I'm a big fan of Kerry's Irish wake, the more celebratory and joyous mindset. In his comic classic The Sandman, Neil Gaiman wrote my favorite personification of Death (pictured and quoted in the subject line), depicted as a seemingly young woman with high energy and always ready with a smile. Never malicious or wicked, she's instead presented as someone you'd probably wanna hang with if she didn't, y'know, accompany everyone to the afterlife. That's not to say she takes her job lightly, and speaks of herself with gravity but without melodrama: "I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them." Gaiman's is a delightful treatment of death without trivializing or dramatizing it, but makes you feel like when it's your time to go, whether you were ready or not, you're in good hands.

Other death-related media worth mentioning:
  • "Six Feet Under" - A six season HBO dramedy about a dysfunctional family that runs a funeral home in Los Angeles. It also deals with the commercialization of grief in a similar manner as The Loved One, when the family business is almost bought out by a funeral service conglomerate. Though really, you should watch it for the most upbeat embalmer you'll ever encounter.
  • "The Frogs" - One of the first black comedies? By Aristophanes, the god Dionysus
    thinks good tragedy's gone to hell, so he goes to retrieve it ... in the form of Euripides.
  • "Dead Like Me" - An HBO comedy about grim reapers.
  • "Stranger Than Fiction" - Metafiction is sweeeet, especially in the film medium where the genre has only a small presence. A man starts hearing a voice narrating his life and learns of his imminent death. The moral about life in the face of death is pretty generic, but the storytelling is smart in all other aspects.
  • "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation" - Not mentioning this as a rec, per say, but with the popularity of all these forensics shows, I wonder whether the appeal is in the mystery scenarios that crime scenes provide or in the victim's death.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

On Dying and Diets (among other things)...

So we chose this book because I believe it was the Waugh novel neither Kerry nor I had read. Having come from "Handful of Dust" myself, I was glad to be reacquainted with Waugh's sharp humor and incredible word choice, all bundled into a tiny package of death and Hollywood.

There are a couple of quotes from the book I brought up at our cooking session that I'd like to revisit:

"We limeys have to stick together. You shouldn't hide yourself away, Frank, you old hermit." (p6)
I'm not a "limey," exactly, but I have left my country for the US, and can say that Asians have the whole "sticking together" mentality down pat. It's important, I agree, to retain a level of familiarity with tradition, but not at the cost of assimilating into society. It's a fine line, cricket in the morning and tea and scones in the afternoon is just dandy, as long as it doesn't mean you're never going to step into Starbucks.

"Clever chap, but he went completely native - wore ready-made shoes, and a belt instead of braces..." (p11)
I was amused, throughout the book, by Waugh's portrayal of what it means to be American. Such as this little bit here.

"...he came of a generation which enjoys a vicarious intimacy with death." (p37)
With a continuous stream of exposure to violence via media, I can't help but wonder if this statement continues to be true for our generation, though in a different sense. Waugh refers to the effects of the world wars on Dennis' generation; we. too, have our wars, fought on the other end of the world but brought into our homes on the television. Our siblings, we ourselves, have played war games (Halo, anyone?) and while this is not a rant about the negative impact of violence in video games, I can't help but wonder what having such a familiarity with death and violence can do to our generation.

"I presume the Loved One was Caucasian?"
"No, why would you think that? He was purely English." (p45)
*snicker*

"My memory's very bad for live faces." (p87)
Don't we all know that person that gets so involved in their work that they have no life outside the realm of a job?

"Why, my dear girl, it's only money that has been holding me back. Now you can keep me, there's nothing to stop us." (p110)
Marriage was originally an economic union; as "love" became a determining factor, the value of marriage as a means of economic stability dwindled. If deemed once again as an economic union in the eyes of the law, issues like "gay marriage" would be placed in a whole new light - without the argument for or against the ability of homosexuals to love each other in the same way heterosexuals do, without the argument for or against the "correctness" (moral or religious) of homosexuality, the only debate remains: can two men support each other economically in the same way a man and woman can?

"The cigarettes Mr. Slump smoked were prepared by doctors, so the advertisements declared, with the sole purpose of protecting his respiratory system." (p118)
This reminds me of the Woody Allen movie "Sleeper," where his character wakes up a couple of hundred years after being frozen, to find that in the future, science has proved that salad is actually what deprived humanity of enough nutrients, and eating steak and fries every night for dinner results in a healthier, longer life. Our society is preoccupied with diets, because of our preoccupation with appearance. The consumer-hungry nature we possess results in the plethora of diet options, all "medically" proven to be successful solutions to our weight-loss issues. Will we, too, learn that our cigarettes (diets) are no longer good for us?

"Your little Aimee is wagging her tail in heaven tonight, thinking of you." (p163)
What an appropriate ending.