Archive for November, 2009

Climax — Pearls of Wisdom

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

We were talking about living vicariously through a fictional character’s struggle and transformation. I was suggesting that this is exactly why we fork over the price of admission to see a film or buy a book.

In ROXY (Tradewind Books, 2009), the 17 year old protagonist confronts her demons in the land of Zorba – Greece. Roxy’s special boogeyman is a perceived curse. She believes that she’s next in a succession of women in her family to be denied the love of a family. The culprit is her estranged grandfather. This belief must die, or there’s no story worth telling.

We sense very quickly – once Roxy arrives on the island of Corfu – that she is onto something that will alter the past. This is what we’ve paid for – the opportunity to anticipate correctly the sea change she’ll go through. It’s obvious from the first time she meets her grandfather in Greece that she yearns for ‘family’. We also know that Roxy’s worldview is largely based upon her reverence for her long-dead grandmother. And that it would be a huge mistake for anyone to denigrate her memory. Fast-forward to the climax.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to spoil the ending; it’s not necessary to do so. Let’s just say that if I were directing “Roxy”, the movie, I’d deploy the slow zoom (see previous post regarding Moonstruck) into Roxy’s face as the truth dawns upon her. Her heart’s most precious touchstone may be a big lie.

As Roxy mentally assembles the horrific evidence – reluctantly, disastrously – her worldview is going to have to be radically altered. We watch her expression as the truth usurps her former beliefs. The grisly truth is struggling to reboot her rewired organizm. For a moment during this psychic ‘changing of the guard’ there is chaos and confusion. The implications run too deep for any mortal to accept all at once. Plenty of story follows, therefore, more crises and tears, since time is needed for the truth to take its rightful place in the true history of Roxy’s life.

Earlier, I used the phrase ‘sea change’ to refer to the outcome of Roxy’s ordeal. The dictionary defines it as ‘a radical or even mystical change’. ‘Sea change’, it turns out, comes from Shakespeare’s Tempest, generally considered to be set on the island of Corfu. The impish Ariel sings:

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Shakespeare might be suggesting that in ‘depth’ lies the power of personal transformation. Bones turned to coral, eyes to pearls. At the climax – the deepest part of the story – a good character will take the plunge, even risk death, if there’s no other way to emerge ‘rich and strange’.

 

 

 

The Climax — change or die

Friday, November 27th, 2009

How and why do good stories compel us as they do? For the answer, let’s cut to the chase – actually it would be shortly after the obligatory chase scene – to that part of the story where, finally, the source of meaning and satisfaction is found – at the climax.

When we buy a ticket to a serious movie, we’re really paying to watch vicariously as characters suffer through life-changing ordeals. The protagonist is typically forced into a dead-end where she must in some way become super-human or die. We know this moment is coming. We count on it. Most stories are designed so that we can participate by anticipating this showdown.

In Moonstruck, for instance – Loretta (Cher) is destined to ditch her emotionally flat fiancé in favour of his much more feral brother, Ronnie (Nicholas Cage). We all know what’s coming. Loretta’s lonely little life as a bean-counter is characterized by a lack of romantic courage. She seems content to stick to the puny path of least resistance, but you better believe she’s going to abandon it or audiences will be howling for their money back. It’s only a matter of a few stormy encounters with Ronnie before Loretta connects with her long-lost passion. We don’t know exactly what she’s thinking, but Zorba the Greek’s famous speech is probably dead on: “Life is trouble – only death is not – to be alive is to undo your belt and look for trouble.”

What Ronnie said was this: “Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is. Love don’t make things nice, it ruins everything, it breaks your heart. We’re not here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and break our hearts and love the wrong people and die!”

Wow.

Now, here’s where viewers find their satisfaction – we’re watching Loretta up on the screen, making up her mind – to follow Ronnie to his bed, or go home. Her fiancé is returning tomorrow. She’s shivering in the cold; they’ve just been to the opera; she looks like a million bucks. The director (Norman Jewison) calls for a slow zoom into her face. He’s unashamedly milking the scene because he knows the audience has paid the price of admission to identify with this ‘arresting’ moment. The director is arresting the moment cinematically, slowing it down so that we can appreciate just how damn hard it is for anyone to permit their organizm to be rewired for a brand new way of being. When it comes to ‘change or die’, most people prefer the latter. Cutting the ties that bind us to our old habits is a death. That’s why we applaud and cry and join book clubs in order to discuss what we find so hard to do in real life. 

In my next dispatch, we’ll take a look at the climax in ROXY.  I know, I know…the anticipation is killing you. 

Twilight: part two

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

We were discussing the film, TwilightMore to the point, I was talking about the protagonist’s DESIRE.

Since that last dispatch, I’ve relocated to Mexico. I had the DESIRE to avoid the winter rains. But there won’t be much MEANING to my great escape unless I pay close attention to the experience of being here.

I was saying that meaning isn’t an object or an action. MEANING is more like appreciating things for what they really are. I think that’s what Bella is beginning to discover by the end of Twilight – who she really is.

We go through life getting beat up in various ways until we’re forced to slow down enough to see where our desire is taking us. Meaning has something to do with SEEING.

MEANING implies having a larger perspective on our lives. All of us in our own way are doing what we can to cultivate a bigger world view. It’s a deceptively powerful pull, like gravity.

Let’s look at the development of Bella’s desire. When we’re introduced to the Cullen pack in the school cafeteria, they appear to be straight off the set of the Addams Family. Bella, the new girl in town, is receiving a briefing on each of these strange, pale creatures. Although Bella learns that the Cullens don’t mix, she can’t take her eyes off Edward. Perhaps she’s attracted to what she can’t have. That makes sense. It follows the law of ‘supply and demand’: the scarcer it is, the more we value it. Bella seems instantly ready to sell her soul for even a moment of Edward’s attention.

 Twilight bores some viewers because they feel that Bella is simply in love, and in that vulnerable condition she’s subject to a lot of pain and disappointment. But I think that the quality of her desire undergoes a change. When Bella is in the library researching vampires and discovering their many qualities including ‘cold skin’ and ‘fear of daylight’ – she also learns that they are immortal. In that moment, Bella glimpses a bigger picture.

While the yearning for immortality may be seen as just another desire—I suggest that it wakes her up to a higher goal.

So…how does immortality differ from other desires? We’ll look at that next.

 

Twilight: fatal desire (part one)

Saturday, November 7th, 2009
I may be deluded, but I’m assuming that most teenagers crave insights into the meaning of their lives.  And if ‘crave’ is over the top, then let’s try ‘wouldn’t mind the odd glimpse’.  Let’s try for such a glimpse with my much promised chat about DESIRE.

DESIRE is not a source of lasting meaning, is it?  (The right answer is ‘no’.)  But because DESIRE is such a powerful human phenomenon, it’s a key to discovering how the human organizm works. Let’s see how it works in Twilight, the blockbuster novel by Stephanie Meyers.

Films and novels spend the opening chapters establishing what the protagonist wants. It’s the engine that drives the story. In Twilight, Bella wastes no time revealing the yearning in her heart—she’s attracted to the pale and elusive Edward Cullen. Most stories aim to resolve that desire in the final pages, but by the end of Twilight, Bella is just becoming clear. Her final words before the final fade-out—what were they?

“I won’t give in; I know what I want.”

It takes the whole book for Bella to arrive at another starting point. More desire. (More than enough for a sequel.) If DESIRE is not exactly the meaning of her life, it sure is the content. She’s full to overflowing with desire—emotional, romantic and sexual.

(Hey, I plead guilty too—desire has controlled most of my thoughts for as long as I can remember.)

In the spirit of ‘to be continued…’ I’m going to leave off for tonight with the notion that DESIRE always lusts after something—but that meaning is never a ‘thing’. DESIRE (sorry, I mean ‘MEANING’) sn’t an action or an object. Then what is it?

Let’s live with that question for a day or two.  Then I’ll be back to look at how Bella’s desire works for a deeper purpose.

 

Positive disintegration

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

I know, I know — I said we’d discuss ‘desire’ as one of the doorways to life’s meaning.  We will, we will.   The problem is I’ve found myself in the middle of a personal upheaval.  Mcwife and I are in the process of selling up and backing out of the marketplace for a while.  We’re living in a basement suite as a stop-gap measure before heading for Mexico.  

If we’re experiencing chaos, we’ve brought it on ourselves, I know that.  With no home base, and no place to park the car while we’re gone, and no place to park our butts when we return — well —  perhaps you’ll pardon me if I’m not taking care of business as planned. 

The world isn’t so much falling apart as I’ve dismantled it, myself — yet the result is still a sense of disintegration, which is never fun.  But that’s not to say it isn’t an opportunity to observe how the stripped-down human organizm reacts.  One of my first mentors (Dr. Kazimierz Dabrowski) referred to such discombobulations as ‘positive disintegration’.  

‘Positive’ because from ashes comes new life, new ways of seeing ourselves and the world.  In fact, he said that disintegration was essential for mental development.  I say that the ever greater world view that emerges after letting go of old habits is nothing less than the meaning of life.  So that makes me confused and delighted at the same time.  

I love being in two places at once.