“Christ almighty. Cancel the order.”
“What?”
“Cancel the cremation!”
“Stop yelling. Hope said it was okay, we
have it in
writing!” And I ran to get the note from
Mr. Plotsky, but
the visual of Mr. Plotsky’s
helter-skelter craziness made
things worse.
“Frances, what have you involved us in?”
“She said we have a biological
imperative! She said
we have to clear the decks!”
“What’s coming in for a landing? A UFO?”
--From Chap. 4 of Cooperative Village,
“A Dunking A Day Keeps the Torturer Away”
In
my novel Cooperative Village, I created a fictional character to
represent the part of me who lags behind, who gleefully dances for perverts,
who openly weeps at beauty and loss; the slowest bubble to the surface, I
called her “the lovely retarded woman.” In one of my favorite scenes (one that anticipates the configuration aspect of Bogost's Tiny Ontology concept) the protagonist,
Frances, rewards the lovely retarded woman for her help with a tedious project
creating vocabulary flashcards for her husband's elementary school students.
She presents her with an expansive gift removed from a curio cabinet of
treasures—a kaleidoscope.
I showed her how to aim it a light
source, look through the hole and manipulate the wheels, both in the same
direction, in opposite directions, fast, slow, and spinning with abandon.
“Beautiful,” she said. “Beautiful.
BEAUTIFUL. For me?”
“For you.”
She put her arms up in a “v” for victory.
The
lovely retarded woman leaves her encounter with Frances refreshed, enriched, with victory in hand. (You'll have to read the book to see the
curious effect their session together has on Frances.)
I
don't have a kaleidoscope for philosopher, game designer, professor of
Digital Media at the Georgia Institute of Technology, and author of Alien Phenomenology, Ian Bogost; anyway, it
would be too rudimentary a tool for the operation at hand. There are certain things I sensed in reading and rereading this newest addition to OOO theory that his own book wishes to tell him, certain contradictions currently withdrawn from his perception that it wishes him to resolve in favor of freedom and greater ontological dignity. In the book's epigraph, Bogost posed a series of questions to his book.
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
What's he like? It's not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When he's underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, Particle man
Doing the things a particle can
What's he like? It's not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When he's underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, Particle man
--They Might Be Giants, Particle Man
His book has answered him, but I don't think he's listening. The book didn't know he was being merely clever, and his book wants his attention. So as improbable as this all seems, it called out to me here in St. Francois County over Memorial Day weekend. For days now I've been worrying how to intervene, how to help? (Lives are at stake.) What medium would best deliver his book's message, most impress him with his book's urgent warnings?
So even though it was painstaking and time consuming (and way more than he would ever do for me if the tables were turned) I made him an ontograph, or the beginnings of one (I ran
out of Time and didn't get to finish in the “dense meanwhile,” so it's a WIP; besides it's better if he finishes it himself). I mean it to be an amalgam of a Latour litany and a Shore picture. As Bogost
writes, “The Latour litany gathers disparate things together like a strong
gravitational field. But the Shore ontograph takes things already gathered and
explodes then into their tiny, separate, but contiguous universes.”
My
ontograph is in the form of an index, a creative supplement (some new
categories, some new entries to existing ones) to the one already created for Alien
Phenomenology, offered with two hopes: 1) that it fulfills itself
definitionally, index as that which “leads an observer to surmise a particular
fact or draw a particular conclusion.” (From Webster's Third New International
Dictionary); and 2) that as John Barth told
us in Chimera: “The key to the treasure is the treasure.” Tittle and all!
Here
are the index categories:
New Unit!
addiction: alcohol-caused
liver disease, 20; when I don't tweet, I might lose face, 76;
New Unit!
Christianity: wounds of
the mountain-Christ, 3; rapturous disappearance of humanity, 8; a great
cathedral, 21; Carpentry, 85-111; Wonder, 113-134.
New Unit! Empire (hyperobject): U.S. Armed Forces,
1; Trinity Site, 1: 1862 Battle of Glorieta Pass, 1; Roswell Army Air Field, 1;
Very Large Array antenna, 2; African elephant, 9; Harry Potter, keynote
speeches, single malt-scotch, 12; volcano's network, 21; the palace of being,
21; Winnie the Pooh, 22; Slurpee, 23; who does the counting?, 27; pragmatic
speculative realism, 29; the Voyager, 32; Offra of Mercia, 35; the Prussian
empire, the Zionists, 39; the relationship of accumulation, 40; Coke Is It!,
44; Disney Concert Hall, 46; the latest gadgets, 48; subjects are subordinate,
48; Hostess Twinkie, 62; USSR, 66;
games:
Being human the players can try to outwit one another in order to fool the
interlocutor through deception, 14; the cancer that beats others at its own
game, 39;
perception:
of things, 27; ordering like an imperative, 27; bracketing our natural
assumptions about, 32; arrested before, 50; as clear subject for
phenomenological inquiry, 61; as ideative categorical intuition, 80; subjective
universe of one object's, 83;
New Unit!
prison: of your own
devising, 3; dank halls of the mind's, 5; tragically blind to the distinction
between doing and saying, 15; making things tidy, 15; of representation, 40; of
human experience, 65; the pace of Twitter, 76;
I
thought it might be further illuminating and fun to practice a little
mereology. First, consider each these six
categories individually, then as a whole, and then insert each entry into its
proper place in the preexisting index and consider the larger whole. For
instance, addiction would be inserted between Adams, Ansel and Adventure;
Christianity between children: career goals for and Coke Is It (slogan); Empire
(hyperobject) between Eames, Charles and Ray: Powers of Ten and
entities, alliances among; and prison would nestle between preservation of
units and process philosophy.
Then
just sit back with a kick-ass cocktail and let the index perform the
philosophical work. It's powerful!
I think if Ian Bogost will do this and spend more time listening to his book (and maybe literally reading it aloud will help him), one of the things he will discern (and by no means is it the most important contradiction, but it's the one that jumped out at me, and showed itself as a symptom of a broader tendency) is a fundamental contradiction between calling literature out, as he does on page farty, for having "a preference for traditional narrative" [of precisely the sort insisted upon by James
Wood] because it "acts as a correlationist amplifier,” and reifying Wood's self-serving status as arbiter of the "good" and "aesthetically successful." Even the lovely retarded woman wasn't that self-defeating.
Meanwhile, although we haven't used the term "correlationist amplifier," to describe James Wood, or Adam Kirsch, or Lev Grossman, or Laura Miller, or any of the other middlebrow gatekeepers, we in the litblogosphere, and most especially Edmond Caldwell at Contra James Wood and The Chagall Position and in his phenomenal new novel Human Wishes/Enemy Combatant, have been saying exactly that for years.
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