{"id":12272,"date":"2012-12-08T13:32:12","date_gmt":"2012-12-08T18:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=12272"},"modified":"2016-01-13T15:03:38","modified_gmt":"2016-01-13T20:03:38","slug":"magic-good-and-bad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2012\/12\/magic-good-and-bad\/","title":{"rendered":"Magic, Good and Bad"},"content":{"rendered":"

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[Image: excerpt from a 1941 adventure of <\/em>Mandrake the Magician, “The Adventure of the Striped Orchid.” Click to enlarge; if you’d like to read the whole thing, find it at the ilovecomix archive<\/a> (free registration required).]<\/em><\/p>\nY<\/span>ou don’t have to be particularly old to know of the\u00a0Mandrake the Magician<\/em> character and comic strip — which is still being published daily, although it first appeared in 1934. (Mandrake himself is widely regarded as the first costumed superhero.)<\/p>\n

Mandrake is indeed a “magician,” in a loose sense of the term. More precisely, he’s an\u00a0illusionist<\/em>. For instance, in the above series, he didn’t actually make the “Uncle” character swell up like that; as the caption for the fourth panel says, Uncle just\u00a0seemed<\/em> to inflate. A key element of Mandrake’s mythology can be found in the word “gesture,” often modified with a form of the word “hypnotic.”\u00a0Mandrake gestures hypnotically. Mandrake’s hypnotic gesture.<\/em> And so on. The hypnotic spell takes effect immediately, presumably just because Mandrake knows exactly how to waggle his fingers and flip his wrist. Furthermore, the spell strikes only his selected targets and does not, well, explode omnidirectionally, like an anti-personnel weapon. As you can see here, the strip’s art at such a key moment takes the point of view of Mandrake’s hapless victim.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Oddly, though, Mandrake’s spells sometimes affect inanimate objects as well as people. Over there on the right, we have a cover from one of the Mandrake comic books (click to enlarge it); clearly, he has just\u00a0gestured hypnotically<\/em> in the direction of the jewel thieves — as a result of which, the thieves imagine themselves disoriented, spinning in mid-air.<\/p>\n

…but the bag containing the jewelry is itself in mid-air, and it has sprung open, and the jewels themselves are spilling out.<\/p>\n

What’s going on here? Has he hypnotized the jewels? Or has he somehow included an illusion of the open sack and the spilling jewels as part of the overall illusion? Either way, you have to admit, that’s a hell of a gesture.<\/p>\n

While researching this post, I noticed something else a little off — namely, that Mandrake himself either gets caught up in the illusion (in the way that a woman wearing cologne can actually get a whiff of herself) or, again, somehow includes himself in the illusion just to make it complete.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>At right, for example, another of the comic book covers highlights a moment when Mandrake has hypnotized a cowboy (or has he?) to picture himself, mounted on a horse, galloping across the roof of a house. But Mandrake (and his faithful companion Lothar) is\u00a0looking up into the air<\/em>. If the cowboy has simply been hypnotized, and is not actually galloping overhead, then what is Mandrake (and Lothar) looking up<\/em> at?<\/p>\n

(The horse, too, seems awfully panicky.)<\/p>\n

Finally, if you really want to get picky: in order to hypnotize someone, Mandrake must be looking into his or her eyes. (Earlier in the “Striped Orchid” series, he must fight off a drugged Lothar — who has attacked him from behind and caught him in a death grip. Until Lothar releases one hand for a moment, allowing Mandrake to turn and look back at him… and pierce the druggy fog with a hypnotic gaze.) How has he hypnotized the cowboy in this case? the horse? Lothar?\u00a0himself?<\/em><\/p>\n

Thinking about the holes in Mandrake’s universe has been one small result of my having read\u00a0a post over at Froog’s place<\/a>, way back in October. I’ve been pondering that post ever since.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\nI<\/span> encourage you to read the whole thing yourself if you’re at all interested in the fantasy genre in general, or specifically the use of magical elements in fiction.<\/p>\n

For that matter, I encourage you to visit Froog’s place sooner rather than later, even if you’re not at all interested in fantasy: he’s planning to pull up stakes and shutter his prolific blogs by the end of the year.<\/p>\n

The gist of Froog’s piece: with few exceptions, fantasy elements add nothing to fiction, and in fact tend to detract from it. He singles out\u00a0magical<\/em> elements — transforming things or one’s self into other things, for instance — as especially egregious cop-outs: easy,\u00a0deus ex machina<\/em> solutions to difficult problems of plot, setting, and simple physics.<\/p>\n

Now, no matter how well or thoroughly expressed, I know that’s pretty much just one man’s opinion. I’m not interested in arguing the point one way or the other. (I’ve written before here about fantasy, magic, and “magic realism” — notably in a recent review<\/a> of Erin Morgenstern’s\u00a0The Night Circus<\/em>, and a post<\/a> from a couple of years ago. Be sure to read the comments at both of those posts, too!)<\/p>\n

But Froog’s October musing got me thinking about something larger, to wit: What accounts for the continued popularity of fantasy — of magic — even in works of fiction not necessarily intended for children? And what makes the breezy liberties of fantasy (or science fiction, for that matter) different from — better or worse than — fictional “slackness” in general?<\/p>\nL<\/span>et’s take the easy case first, though — the use of this stuff in kids’ books. (Even Froog left that door sorta-kinda open, albeit\u00a0in discussing the arguably mainly-for-kids\u00a0Once and Future King<\/em>.)<\/p>\n

On the one hand, from a kid’s perspective fantasy and magic are simply\u00a0fun<\/em>. When the world the child inhabits often, even consistently, fails to make sense, to fall back on\u00a0nonsense<\/em> simply feels like joining in the game. It’s liberating — the very definition of escapism.<\/p>\n

It can also serve the kid’s own psychology in various ways. Revenge, for instance: representing evil adults (and other children) as ugly malevolent creatures who ultimately face an unambiguous comeuppance\u00a0satisfies<\/em>. Wish-fulfillment, for another: if you can’t reach the (actual or metaphorical) cookie jar, wouldn’t it be nice to wave your hands or a wand and bring the cookie jar to you?<\/p>\n

And of course, some kids’ stories also serve the didactic purposes of adults.<\/p>\n

In college, I took a course in the literature of fantasy and science fiction. In one lesson, the professor talked about fairy tales — particularly, the way that fairy tales are often built on a structure of human institutions; he called this\u00a0the body politic<\/em>. Notice, he said, how easily and often the body politic of fairy tales maps onto\u00a0the body psychic<\/em> of humans, children included. By way of example, he pointed to the tale of the Frog Prince: the princess must go to a place supremely unappealing, even disgusting, even obscenely<\/em> disgusting, simply in order to find that which is beautiful and of lasting value to her…<\/p>\n

I was never sure if that message was the message of the fairy tale, or the message of the professor. Either way, it seemed a message meant for children — a discomfiting lesson of life, which had to be learned if one hoped to find happiness later on.<\/p>\nB<\/span>ut what about fantasy and magic realism for “thinking” people — adults, and older children who “know better” than to believe in the literal possibility or plausibility of such strange events?<\/p>\n

Obviously — I think it’s obvious, anyhow — many (if not all) adults hang onto some of the motivations of their child-selves. Call it fun or escapism or whatever: if anything,\u00a0getting away<\/em>\u00a0can feel even more attractive and more important to a denizen of the everyday adult world than to a kid. Some fantasy is made in the telling as much as or more than in the tale — hence a principal appeal of Terry Pratchett’s hilarious\u00a0Discworld<\/em> novels, for instance, or of Jasper Fforde’s various alternate universes.<\/p>\n

And, oh, the psychological: psychological hunger is real hunger, whether in a kid or an adult. Reading about a world in which one party (say) uses dragons to overcome its enemies can relax, vicariously, some of the tensions of dealing with idiots and villains of the workplace and society. Froog himself grants gentle, indirect obeisance to this need in his sorta-but-not-100%-kidding “My Fantasy Girlfriend” series of posts, about (mostly) actresses and other female celebrities who’ve captured his imagination at one point or another.<\/p>\nB<\/span>ut there’s something else going on here, which is:\u00a0why fiction at all?<\/em><\/p>\n

Of the non-fiction I read, a good portion has to do with astrophysics and cosmology: how the universe at large apparently came to be what it is, and how it continues to stay that way while also changing (and in what ways). One of the more striking assertions I’ve picked up on is in fact the sheer unlikelihood of it all. Consider:<\/p>\n

In the instant (however defined) after the Big Bang (ditto), every bit of what would eventually be all the matter and energy of the entire universe was flying away from every other bit. Let’s hop aboard an electron — call it E — and ride it for a little while. Of course E is surrounded by lots of other Es, also lots of everything else, and it’s not quite being jostled but it is being influenced<\/em> by it all. Now, if E doesn’t eventually match up in exactly the right way with one P-for-proton, the universe eventually will contain\u00a0no hydrogen at all<\/em>. It probably won’t contain much of anything, in fact, and certainly no water at all.<\/p>\n

Little insignificant E — and its tiny, tiny trajectory — seems awfully important, doesn’t it?<\/p>\n

Okay now: scroll the calendar forward four-plus billion years, or six thousand years if you prefer. Pick any work of fiction off the bookshelf, any one at all — realistic and contemporary, or fantasy, or historical, “literary” or “genre” in nature, even just plain old casual memoir. What makes it “plausible”? What makes us willing to suspend our disbelief about the existence of a person who never existed and never COULD exist, exactly because little E once zigged one way instead of zagged another, at just one specific split-instant? And what is it about such a suspension of disbelief which makes it different — quantitatively or qualitatively — from one about a creature with fur of pure gold, or about a magical gesture, or about flowers bursting forth spontaneously from the surface of a chest of drawers?<\/p>\n

In short: what makes one sort of\u00a0implausibility acceptable, and another not?<\/p>\n

Again, I’m not taking an advocate’s position here (least of all relative to Froog). I really have no opinion about better\/worse types of implausibility.<\/p>\n

But a real Huck Finn simply could not exist in the actual “real world” — we know this — because Huck Finn’s parents never did, nor his grandparents, and so on (all the way back to little tremulous E). Furthermore, if Huck did exist, he’d probably never grow up in a world with a fictional character named “Huck Finn.” (Just like no character in a James Bond film ever does a double-take and says to the hero:\u00a0Did anybody ever tell you, you look just like Sean Connery?<\/em> — or, for that matter, goes to a James Bond film.) But why do we accept the impossibility of a Huck Finn, a Holden Caulfield, or a Jane Eyre… while putting Harry Potter and Gandalf in a separate box? It’s all a matter of physics, you say?\u00a0But physics is what makes Huck, Holden, and Jane ultimately impossible, too<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Right? Are our brains just wired to accept some implausibilities and dismiss others — maybe thanks to another little twitch in E’s flight?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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