Monthly Archives: May 2009

The Judging Eye (The Aspect-Emperor, Book One) by R. Scott Bakker

R. Scott Bakker brings another magisterial epic with the Judging Eye, continuing where the Prince of Nothing trilogy left off.  Nearly two decades have passed since Anasûrimbor Kellhus became Aspect-Emperor of the New Empire.  Following the successes of the First Holy War, Kellhus instigated the Unification Wars, forging the New Empire from the disparate nations surrounding the Three Seas.  With a unified empire, Kellhus embarks on an ambitious quest, the Great Ordeal, heading north, beyond the realm of Man.  This barren land is populated by the Sranc and is vulnerable to the ancient forces of the Consult and Mog-Pharau (the No-God).

We follow three main narrative threads.  The first follows the disgraced Wizard Drusus Achamian, exiled from the Imperial Court following his public denunciation of the Aspect-Emperor and his bride, the former lover of Achamian, Esmenet.  Achamian recruits a group of Scalpoi in his mad quest to discover the secrets hidden in the far north, in the Coffers of Inshuäl.  The austere taciturn veteran of the First Holy War, Lord Kosoter, leads the Scalpoi.  Lord Kosoter leads a multiethnic gang of Scalpoi who call themselves the Skin Eaters.

Unbeknownst to Achamian, he is followed by Mimara, the daughter of Esmenet during her days as a prostitute.  Achamian finds out she is one of the Few – an epithet for those with magical powers – and possibly his daughter.  She follows Achamian and the Skin Eaters, where she eventually finds acceptance within the group.

The Scalpoi are part of a greater cultural movement built around the economics of scalp-collecting.  They collect scalps taken from Sranc in exchange for Imperial currency.  Bakker’s creation of this brutal mercenary subculture read like a demented combination of the Gold Rush and killing Native Americans (or buffalo).  Since both Sranc and Scalpoi wear body parts as trophies, the separation between good and evil, man and beast, becomes obscured.  Within this subculture, there is the concept of the Slog.  The Slog is the philosophy accepted by the Scalpoi when they go out on hunting expeditions.  There’s no crying on the Slog and the dead lay where they fall.  Such is life on the fringes of Kellhus’s New Empire.

By contrast, the second narrative strand follows the intrigue and machinations of the Imperial Court, presided over by the former prostitute Esmenet.  Violence is still present, whether in the public executions of Consult skin-spies or with the Judges of the Ministrate, the Empire’s secret police.  Esmenet, uncomfortable with her new role, does her best to preserve her family, her sanity, and the Empire.  Her biggest challenge, apart from her brilliant, deranged children, is containing the threat posed by the Cult of Yatwer, a religious group beloved by the slave and menial castes.  If negotiations cannot be met, then the city of Momemn sits upon a powder keg.

Esmenet’s children run the gamut and will hopefully be expanded upon in later volumes.  Besides Mimara, she has children with Kellhus.  They include Katûyas, her eldest son, Thelopia, her eldest daughter, Serwa, Inrilatas, and her twin sons Kelmomas and Samarmas.  Katûyas and his older brother Moënghus (son of Kellhus and his first wife, Serwë) serve with their father in the Great Ordeal.  Thelopia frightens her mother because she displays no emotions.  Inrilatas remains imprisoned on the Andiamine Heights, his intellect too much for the Court, where he goes insane.  Esmenet reserves her love for Kelmomas and his twin Samarmas.  Unlike Kelmomas, Samarmas is an idiot, making Kelmomas jealous.

The final narrative thread follows the Great Ordeal.  While the Aspect-Emperor remains a large part of this story, attention is focused on the young king Sorweel.  With his father dead and his kingdom shattered by the Men of the Tusk, he struggles with the conflict between the treason of subjugation and staying true to his roots.  Only being in his teens makes it all the worse.  On the campaign, Sorweel discovers the Yatwer cult of his slave Porsparian.  He is also tutored by Thanteus Eskeles.  During the Council of Potentates, Sorweel finds himself infatuated with Serwa, daughter of Kellhus and Esmenet, Grandmistress of the Swayal Sisterhood.  The witches in the Sisterhood, along with the concept of slavery, conflict with Sorweel’s Sakarpan upbringing.  Even in the presence of the Aspect-Emperor, he remains conflicted.

R. Scott Bakker has raised the bar very high with this novel, continuing the epic saga of the Three Seas.  He writes with nuance and power, comfortable with both horrific combat and the labyrinthine halls of power.  Bakker’s novels take place in a world heavily influenced by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien.  Unlike many writers in the epic fantasy genre, Bakker has found ways out of Tolkien’s omnipresent shadow.  The first is with the character of Kellhus, a twist on the Chosen One fantasy trope.  Kellhus is like an inscrutable combination of Gandalf and Daniel Ocean.  Trained by the Dûnyain, a sect that abandoned history and animal appetite, he is an expert manipulator, or in the parlance of our time, a con artist.  He knows the motivations and desires of everyone he meets.  As a protagonist, he is very difficult to sympathize with, since he knows a person’s every move and how to successfully manipulate that to his advantage.

Like a tea flower, the world of the Three Seas slowly opens to the reader.  We learn more about the past and the origins of the Sranc and Nonmen.  With the Great Ordeal in play, the city of Momemn shredding under religious turmoil, and the Skin Eaters heading into the wilds of the far north, readers of the new Aspect-Emperor series will eagerly await more.

Dollhouse Riffs: Riff #2: Bodies, Souls, and the Big Bad

“When you will have made him a body without organs,
then you will have delivered him from all his automatic reactions
and restored him to his true freedom.”

Antonin Artaud, “To Have Done with the Judgment of God” (1947)

“The Earth is a body without organs. This body without organs is permeated by unformed, unstable matters, by flows in all directions, by free intensities or nomadic singularities, by mad or transitory particles”

Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus (1987)

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In the Whedonverse, there are the Big Damn Heroes and the Big Bads, set up as moral antagonists.  Buffy against the Master, Angel against Wolfram & Hart, and the crew of Serenity against the Alliance, Reavers, and Blue Sun.  With the TV series Firefly, Joss and Co. created a ‘verse that became progressively grayer.  The interconnections between the Alliance, Reavers, and River were finally explained in Serenity.

Dollhouse, Joss Whedon’s new series (thankfully renewed by FOX), plumbs the depths of moral gray areas.  In a ‘verse premised upon the concept of implanting different personalities into individual bodies, how does this relate to the Big Bad?  The key to unraveling this is the word bodies.

With few exceptions, Whedonverse heroes face embodied enemies: Vampires, Reavers, demons, evil lawyers, and Alliance meddlers.  When the body is destroyed, the enemy is destroyed.  Usually.

In Dollhouse, what is the Big Bad?  Since the First Season is the only raw material we have, the nature of this essay will be more speculative in nature.  To paraphrase the TV critics over at the AV Club, “Man on the Street” provided enough material for three seasons.

Let’s examine the suspects:

  • THE DOLLHOUSE

According to “Man on the Street,” there are over twenty Dollhouses nationwide.  They have strong links to politicians and corporations.  What makes the Dollhouse so maddening is its supposedly philanthropic mission.  It does not consider itself evil unlike, say, Spike or Wolfram & Hart.

Like Wolfram & Hart, the Dollhouse is an organization. Its recruitment of top-quality personnel parallels Alpha’s harvesting personalities for his body.  In both cases, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  Alpha and Dollhouse also experience regular breakdowns.  While earlier episodes gave the impression Dollhouse operated like a well-oiled machine, regular security breaches and Echo’s consistent off-mission activities have turned this seemingly powerful entity into a paper tiger.  The Pentagon represented the symbolic center of the world’s most formidable fighting machine … or it did, until a handful of fanatics flew a commercial jetliner into the structure.  In the season finale, Alpha returns to the Dollhouse, accompanied by Paul Ballard, only to wreak havoc again and escape with a compliant Echo.  The Dollhouse faces a crisis in confidence.

  • THE ROSSUM CORPORATION

The Dollhouse has a shadowy relationship with the Rossum Corporation.  It deals in mind-altering pharmaceuticals and has deep pockets.  Like Blue Sun, the Rossum Corporation fits into the role of Evil Corporation.

  • ALPHA

Here’s where things get complicated.  In the season finale, “Omega,” we learn one of Alpha’s personalities was a murderer named Carl Craft.  Alpha creates an amalgamated personality from 38 other personalities, including one with multiple personalities.  (Good one, Joss.)  The “composite event” (to use Topher-speak) turns Alpha into a genius with a penchant for making Nietzschean declarations and cutting up people.  Instead of higher intelligence, we get a mental breakdown.  Like the psychologist said in “Man on the Street,” “If we can do this, then we’re over as a species.”

Alpha is a further complication of previous Big Bad Glorificus (aka Glory aka Ben, her “container”).  Glory switches between her goddess-self and her container-self, leading to amnesia, mental strain, and insanity.  Only two personalities caused that much damage.  Imagine adding thirty-odd more to the mix?

Is Alpha a person?  He is a composite personality.  Personalities flow in and out of him.  He is full of “free intensities or nomadic singularities.”  These cause him to think he is the harbinger of a new species of mankind.  He might be on to something if he weren’t completely bonkers.

While the Dollhouse is textbook Big Bad, the organization looks far better since it tried to contain Alpha.  Even sending him to the dreaded “Attic,” is far better than the other option.

Alpha presents a different kind of amorality.  The Dollhouse has a philanthropic, albeit mercenary, agenda.  Dirtier jobs can be done, but at a price.  Alpha exhibits sociopathic and psychotic traits.  Money does not concern him.  He’s like Heath Ledger’s Joker.  He wants to ride the wave of chaos.  Like Joker, Alpha also has a thing for cutting people.

The same twisted interrelationships existed, although never fully revealed in Firefly between the three poles of the Alliance, Blue Sun, and River.  We can hope in Season 2 that Joss will reveal more of the interrelationships between the Dollhouses, the Rossum Corporation, and Alpha.

Book Review: Devil Take the Hindmost: a History of Financial Speculation by John Chancellor

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In the re-imagining of Battlestar Galactica, the first Cylon Hybrid utters these chilling words: “All this has happened before, and it will happen again.” It may seem odd to quote a science fiction series in review of a book about the stock market, but it’s disturbingly apropos of the subject matter. John Chancellor’s magisterial book, Devil Take the Hindmost: A History of Financial Speculation, charts the course of human folly in high finance from tulipomania to kamikaze capitalism. Trade and exchange are as old as time, while the need for money and the desire for wealth are not necessarily bad. Unfortunately, desire and greed can lead to hubris, hysteria, and hyperinflated stocks.

Read my full review here.

Books I’m reading

FICTION

*Portrait of a Lady by Henry James

*The Judging Eye by R. Scott Bakker

*The Cantos by Ezra Pound

NON-FICTION

*Devil Take the Hindmost: A History of Financial Speculation by John Chancellor

*Rising Up and Rising Down (7-Volume Set) by William T. Vollmann

Dollhouse Riffs: Riff #1: Dollhouse, the Dollhouse, and “freedom”

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How free are those that control Dollhouse, compared to the dolls?

Topher and Sierra’s “play date” occurred under the nose of Adele.  Adele, smartly, lets it pass.  Without it, Topher would be driven nuts.  Or is this “play date” used as an opiate, a distraction for Topher.  Is Topher also a doll?  (A theory forwarded by my girlfriend.  I think there is some merit to it.)

The play date creates a carnival atmosphere, a great leveling that occurs between the powerful genius and the pliant doll.

A similar leveling occurs when Victor is programmed to help Miss Lonelyhearts, in this case Adele.  Adele needs to confess her concerns to someone.  Since her work involves secrecy and powerful clients, she unloads on Victor, then has his memory wiped.

Can those controlling Dollhouse actually leave the Dollhouse?

Yes and no.  While the handlers can come and go, they are bound by the strictures of their doll’s mission.  The regular staff (house security, medical, and the scanning/wiping station) all require a 24/7 commitment.  This is wrapped up in the alleged philanthropic nature of the business.

Inside the Dollhouse, it is a serene world of contrasts.  A military-style security system while the dolls inhabit a blissed-out world akin to a New Age spa.

Since Dollhouse staff can’t leave, does that affect their perspective on the world?

The contradictory atmosphere turns the Dollhouse into a calm fortress.  Thus far, in the series, we don’t know where the Dollhouse is.  Los Angeles is a giant, sprawling, diverse, and dangerous city.  Is it in a downtown office building?  Unlike the Hyperion Hotel of Angel Investigations, the Los Angeles Dollhouse is devoid of history.  The Dollhouse has a modernist anonymity of Wolfram & Hart or an Alliance core world skyscraper.

Dollhouse is analogous to fortresses and monasteries.  The dolls regularly exercise in the facility.  And akin to fortresses and monasteries, the Dollhouse also has darker parallels.  Survivalist communities, cult compounds, corporate campuses – the stuff of J. G. Ballard’s nightmares.  In each case, there is groupthink, fanaticism, and every once in a while some one snaps.

So what does this all mean, especially in terms of freedom?  That slippery subjective term has two sides: freedom to and freedom from.  However, the dolls aren’t the only ones that sacrifice “freedom to,” it is also the management, including Topher and Adele.  Everyone is sacrificing something, but sacrifice is not entirely selfless.  The dolls sacrifice their lives for a period of indentured servitude akin to the Foreign Legion.  Why is management sacrificing?  What’s the pay-off?  Or is the Dollhouse the pinnacle of the shadowy ultra-futuristic quasi-philanthropic business community?  If it’s the top, then what?

Flight of the Eisenstein (Horus Heresy, Book 4) by James Swallow

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In the Warhammer 40,000 franchise, the Horus Heresy represents a monumental event. A galaxy-spanning civil war led by the Warmaster Horus, sundered and nearly destroyed the Imperium of Man 10,000 years ago. Horus, formerly primarch of the Luna Wolves, was appointed by the Emperor to command all Imperial forces. Flight of the Eisenstein by James Swallow, is the fourth book in the series, following Horus Rising by Dan Abnett, False Gods by Graham McNeill, and Galaxy in Flames by Ben Counter.

To read the complete review, click here.

Warhorses by Yusef Komunyakaa

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“The jawbone of an ass. A shank/braided with shark teeth. A garrote.” So begins Yusef Komunyakaa’s new book of poems, simply called Warhorses. The slim volume confronts uncomfortable topics like wars, death, and atrocity. Written in a stripped-down primal language, it subverts the violence of its subject matter. Komunyakaa’s mastery and precision has been rewarded with a Pulitzer Prize for his earlier volume, Neon Vernacular (1994).

To read the entire review, click here.

The Shadow of a Dog I Can’t Forget, by Mary Kennedy Eastham

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Mary Kennedy Eastham’s book, The Shadow of a Dog I Can’t Forget, contains poetry ranging from the elegiac to the erotic. The verbal economy and stunning imagery leaves you breathless while you travel among the denizens of a very strange, very beautiful Southern California landscape. Think Six Feet Under episodes set to poetic meter. The poems confront and explore issues like nature, identity, class, and desire.

For the rest of the review, click here.

A blog reborn

For those of you familiar with “The Driftless Area,” I have decided to resurrect and revamp my previous blog.  This blog will be solely dedicated to reviewing books, TV, film, and food.  I will also have the much-beloved Critical Appraisals.  Hopefully my reviews and critical opinions will be valuable to you as you decide what to eat, what to see, and what to read.

My tastes run the gamut, from Warhammer 40K novels to the latest works of Thomas Pynchon.  I find the distinction between High Culture and Pop Culture to be an artificial, albeit useful, one.  I’m interested in the muddy areas, the strange intersections where the highest achievements of art mingle with pop culture ephemera.  My critical sensibilities exist with equal comfort amidst cultural luminaries like Clive James and drive-in/exploitation/trash cinema champions like Joe Bob Briggs.

I am not a professional reviewer.  Meaning, I don’t get money for it.  I am merely an enthusiast.  Of literature.  Of pop culture.  I enjoy the strange, exotic, and ephemeral, but also big-budget commercial movies — unless they suck — as well as indie flicks and the latest “It” Author adored in the halls of academia.  I see reviewing as a means to sharpen my tastes and to assist when you want to know what to spend with their hard-earned money.

For me, it’s not just important that I know what I like, but also, why do I like it?  It’s easy to trash people who like different things, but that’s a shallow exercise unless you know why those things are terrible or good.  Taste is a nebulous, subjective, and exclusionary thing.  Why do you think hipsters sound disappointed when their favorite band hits it big and/or totally sells out?  In the end, you’ll have to make your own decisions regarding my reviews and aesthetic judgments.  I’m only a guide.

I hope this helps clarify things.