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Month: January 2009 (Page 4 of 5)

Imagination and Perversity in Politics

In commenting on my previous post, Conceptual Reality felt that I was debasing the suffering of the Palestinians by describing Israel’s attacks as “lacking imagination”.  Its worth making some more notes on this.
First, the kind of thinking I am lamenting is nowhere more starkly illustrated, than in yesterday’s Times editorial, ‘In Defense of Israel’, where the paper notes that

70 such rockets were launched from Gaza into Israel in December. This was the criminal act that triggered the current crisis

as if the one and only possible response to these atrocities was a military onslaught that the same article labels a “vision of hell”.
“Meet fire with fire” is the council.  “An Eye for an Eye” is the creed.  “Visit each atrocity back on them, ten-fold” seems to be the doctrine.  When I lament a lack of imagination, I think its just another way of yearning for some new thinking, an alternative route out of the mire.
It seems to me – it has always seemed to me – that there is a virtue in counter-intuitive thinking.  That is, doing the opposite of what is expected of you, the opposite of what your gut demands.  Maybe even the opposite of what the electorate expects.  There is actually great power in turning the other cheek: Just look at Ghandi, who foiled an Empire.  Look at Desmond Tutu who averted a blood-feud that could have lasted for generations.  Look at Christ!
Consider the messy world of Realpolitik: I hate to segue straight from Jesus to Barack Obama, but the manner in which the President-Elect turned his foes attacks against them is worth noting.  While all manner of political mud was thrown at him, he ignored each attack.  He conspicuously declined to retaliate.  In doing so, his opponents were illuminated as the dirty players.  Their poor style of leadership, and their lack of solutions, were also thrown into sharp relief.  They were portrayed as leading America into a dead-end.
Politics in Gaza is more deadly, but has some similarities.  The Venn diagramme of possible solutions depends on the opinions of the people, and with imagination, patience and leadership, these can be shifted.  But it requires stepping outside the cycle of violence.  Whoever achieves this will be a great man or woman.  We don’t yet know who they will be, or which country they will be from.
Returning to this idea of counter-intuitive solutions:  I think perversity is a virtue here.  It seems to be important elsewhere in political philosophy.  Votaire/Tallentyre’s famous adage that

I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it

has a certain perverse quality to it – the words of someone who is willfully and stubbornly putting principle before gut-feeling and common sense. Yet it underpins the principle of freedom of speech.  It seems equally perverse for us to be defending the human rights of murderers, terrorists and genocidal maniacs, yet in doing so, we uphold and strengthen those rights for everyone.
Transcending the common urge for revenge, the urge to follow the “natural law”, is what makes us better and civilised.  But this transcendence requires a leap of the collective imagination.  No-one in a position of power is showing any inclination to make that leap at present.  How to do so?  I note that for the three beacons I mentioned earlier (Ghandi, Tutu, Christ), religion is a common thread…

Outmanoeuverings

I’ve been silent on the Gaza issue.  Not because I haven’t been following developments, but because I do not have anything new or interesting to say.  I’ve just re-read my take on the 2006 Israel-Lebanon crisis, and my view on the current catastrophe is very similar – the military response lacks imagination.  If you’re faced with a situation where bombing civilians seems to be the only course of action left open to you, then you’ve already been outmanoeuvered, you have already lost, and the only thing you are playing for is your own soul, your own humanity.  Those who persecute these strikes simply lack an understanding of the mess they’re in.  Either that, or they are waging war for cynical, electoral reasons.
Watching the UN impotently go through their motions, its clear that the tired, tried and tested route through these kinds of crises are futile.  Anything from ‘outside the box’ would be welcome at this juncture.  It is the unexpected gestures that regain the initiative, and provide a solution, a new momentum.
This suggestion from Jeffrey Goldberg caught my eye:

Why not erect a massive tent hospital in Sderot, staff it with Israeli army doctors, and treat the Palestinian wounded there?

A PR stunt, to be sure, but at least its humane.

Illusions, Trickery, and Storytelling

A couple of films about magicians were released in 2006, which I’ve just got around to watching: The Prestige, staring Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman, and The Illusionist, with Edward Norton.  Both keep you in suspense until the end, but both, to my mind, ultimately disappoint.
Why?  Well, it seems to me that both violate an unspoken promise made to the viewer, about the nature of the film they are watching.  In the case of The Illusionist, the magic performed by Edward Norton’s character, Eisenstein, is presented using all manner of CGI wizardry.  Trees disappear, plants grow fruit before your very eyes, and ghosts walk through walls and other people.  Its clear we are watching a fantasy, until the denoument, when the solution to only half the puzzle is presented in the manner of an Agatha Christie story.  Its an unsatisfactory pay-off.
Meanwhile, The Prestige suffers from the opposite problem.  The two rivals are very obviously of the ‘real world’ and both the magic tricks, and the wider concerns that motivate them, are grounded in reality.  So, when at the very end, the unexpected payoff comes in the form of a piece of science fiction fantasy, rather than good old fashioned smoke, mirrors, and duplicity, it feels wrong.  The Prestige was directed by Christopher Nolan, who also directed Bale in Batman Begins.  Batman, of course, is famous for having no actual super-powers.  Imagine the disappointment if he could suddenly fly like Superman.
Sometimes, breaking the rules of the story-telling process is interesting and clever, especially if you are trying to make a statement about cultural forms and norms.  David Lynch’s Blue Velvet springs to mind as the obvious example of this:  What starts out as some kind of teen detective caper, quickly becomes something sexually dark and disturbing.  Likewise with the recent Coen Brothers offering Burn After Reading, in which a loveable character, played by a stratospherically well-know Hollywood icon, is senselessly shot in the head by accident, at an inopportune moment.
However, when the director’s intention is precisely to keep the audience guessing, I think they owe it to the audience to play by the rules of the game they have created for us.
Edgar Allan Poe outlined a formula for detective stories, which he only occasionally adhered to, but which was followed by GK Chesterton and Arthur Conan Doyle.  Essentially, the story works best when the mystery is solved by the intellect of the detective (rather than, say, a freak occurrence befalling the criminal).  The author leaves clues for the reader, so that the elements that the sleuth uses to solve the mystery are in plain sight (well, described on the page, at least) before the finale.  If there is an unreliable narrator, a clue to this fact is also supplied.  And crucially, although a fantastical explanation may be offered (ghosts, &ct) the actual solution is always within the laws of physics.
Movies that offer a riddle, a whodunnit or a howdunnit work best when they follow similar rules.  The Inside Man (also 2006) and The Sixth Sense both leave a trail of clues for the viewer.  Even though the latter is a fantasy, the ‘solution’ to the film is very much within the boundaries of what the director has constructed for us, which makes the payoff so delightful and celebrated.  The Usual Suspects is exciting, but the fact that the narrator is unreliable means that we have no way of guessing the identity of Kaiser Soza before Bryan Singer tells us, which demeans the film, in my eyes.  Another heist movie I saw recently, Ocean’s Twelve, is the biggest pile of steaming bullshit I’ve seen in a long while, precisely because none of the key moments, where the good guys out-smart the bad guy, appear on-screen.  We’re just told at the the end, in flash-back, that they happened – the heist equivalent of Batman becoming Superman.

Update

A bit tenuous, this, but Den of Geek has a video of a Batman vs Superman advert in I Am Legend.

On Stars

Via Michelle, I hear that 2009 is the International Year of Astronomy.
This seems a good opportunity to post a link to the Light Cone RSS Feed:

From the moment of my birth, light [that I could have influenced] has been expanding around the Earth and light [which could influence me, from an increasing distance of origin] reaching it — this ever-growing sphere of potential causality is my light cone.

Not quite a Total Perspective Vortex, but still awesome (in the old sense of that word).
Elsewhere, the Boston Globe’s fantastic Big Picture blog recently ran an advent calendar of photos from the Hubble Telescope.

An obscure star designated V838 explodes in 2002

An obscure star designated V838 explodes in 2002

Stephenson on Spam

One of the presents in my stocking from Santa was The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson. I’ve long thought that his epics, The Baroque Cycle and especially Cryptonomicon address some of the fundamental issues of our age, especially the impact of technology on culture. This passage from The Diamond Age, published in the mid-1990s, seems prescient of our computer culture, our obsession with gagetry (“guilty, your honour”) and the vogue for cosmetic surgery. It also made me laugh:

You could get a phantascopic system planted directly on your retinas, just as Bud’s sound system lived in his eardrums. You toild even get telaesthetics patched into your spinal column at various key vertebrae. But this was said to have its drawbacks: some concerns about long-term nerve damage, plus it was rumoured that hackers for big companies had figured out a way to get through the dedenses that were built into such systems, and run junk advertisements in your peripheral vision (or even spang in the fucking middle) all the time – even when your eyes were closed. Bud knew a guy like that who’d somehow gotten infected with a meme that ran advertisements for roach motels, in Hindi, superimposed on the bottom right-hand corner of his visual field, twenty-four hours a day, until the guy whacked himself.

(Hat-tip to Roger M for the book recommendation).

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