Hiatus extended and another invitation

I’m pleased to report that both the writing of my upcoming book on Shakespeare and the related online study group looking at King Lear are coming along swimmingly. Both have already yielded surprising results, at least from my point of view.

One of the surprises is that the general modern understanding of Shakespeare is woefully inadequate. I had never bothered to read the secondary literature on the Bard. I assumed it must be extensive and mostly high quality. After all, people have been obsessing over Shakespeare for hundreds of years. Every schoolkid is made to read his stories. There are constant film remakes, yearly festivals, and all the rest. We are saturated in Shakespeare. And, yet, the most popular analyses of King Lear or Hamlet from learned scholars on the subject are a bunch of hand-waving nonsense that seem custom-designed to miss the point.

In some respects, this is nothing new. Freud famously claimed that the story of Hamlet was an example of the Oedipus Complex, because apparently having your father murdered, your mother instantly remarried, and your ascent to the throne thwarted by your uncle is not good enough reason for a young man to get a little depressed. Must be unresolved mommy and daddy issues from childhood. Sure thing, Sigmund.

Another culprit is Spengler. He correctly identifies that Shakespeare elevates what he calls “incident” into “destiny”. But he contrasts this with other writers whose work is based on “causality”. Of these writers, he says, “Instead of the incident, we get a Problem.” By implication, Spengler is saying there are no “problems” in Shakespeare.

But this is the exact error that sits at the heart of so much of the shoddy analysis that passes for mainstream scholarship. King Lear has a problem to solve. Hamlet has a problem to solve. If you don’t know what their problem is then you can’t see that they are exercising their agency to try and solve it. The character ceases to be a full human and becomes some kind of fluffy abstraction. That is why we get Freud saying that Hamlet is just another example of the Oedipus Complex or Spengler saying that Lear’s innate character faults are passed down to his daughters, which completely ignores the fact that Lear’s favourite daughter, Cordelia, does not have any of the supposed failings of her father.

The absurdity is that the conflict between destiny and free will (what Spengler calls causality) is one of the main themes that Shakespeare deals with in all his plays. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in our selves. All of Shakespeare’s greatest heroes fight against destiny, not an abstract idea of destiny, but their own personal destiny embodied in a specific set of challenges that are simultaneously unique and general.

(If Spengler was honest with himself, he too was fighting against destiny. At least, the destiny of Germany. The way in which he misunderstood Shakespeare was the way in which he misunderstood himself).

Thus, the problem with seemingly all scholarly interpretations of Shakespeare, and stories more generally, is that they are ideological in nature. This practice became especially a problem in the 19th century. Let’s not even start with the idiotic Marxist interpretations. The psychoanalytic ones are not much better. The problem persists in our time with well-known commentators like Northrop Frye and Harold Bloom. Even one of my otherwise favourite bloggers, John Michael Greer, recently presented a long, waffling series of posts that completely missed the point of what Wagner was doing with the Ring Cycle and, especially, Parsifal.

All of this leads to the conclusion I reached in my last post. It really does seem that nobody has ever thought to deal with stories as stories because seemingly nobody has ever set out to ask the most basic of questions: what is a story? The closest we get is Aristotle’s work from more than two millennia ago and Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey concept, which was a great breakthrough but which he applied only to the subset of stories called “myths” and which suffered from its excessive devotion to Jungian theory.

What we need, then, is a method for understanding stories. This would be similar to the scientific method in that, once you have it, you can apply it to any domain. Of course, the scientific method is not applicable everywhere, and neither would a method of interpreting stories. But once you have learned the method, you should be able to analyse any story from an ancient tribal myth to Shakespeare to a TV cartoon.

Spengler was correct in this: stories are part of cultures. They embody a worldview. But that worldview only opens up once you have understood the story as a story. To do so requires the rigorous application of technique.

Why does any of this matter? Well, apart from unlocking the secret to a full understanding of the greatest storytellers, consider that the problem of ideology is not limited to literary analysis. Look at the world around us; we are drowning in ideology. Our entire political and cultural discourse is one group of ideologues screeching at another group. Each has only part of the story because each is viewing the world through a limited prism. These limited prisms cut down the meaning of what it is to be human. But, like humpty dumpty, you can’t reconstruct humanity from a set of fractured ideologies. Even if you try, the whole becomes far less than the sum of its parts. That is why we live in an anti-human age.

Shakespeare is the perfect antidote to all this because there is not an ounce of ideology in his work. There is just humanity in all its good and bad aspects. Shakespeare’s works are the crown jewels of secular humanism, which says with Terence, Augustine, and Montaigne, “I am a human, and nothing human is foreign to me.” As our society gets twisted and torn by ideologues on all sides, there’s never been a better time to learn what the Bard has to teach.

With that said, I’ll be extending the hiatus of the blog for another month so that I can focus my attention on the upcoming book where I hope to outline both the method of understanding stories and how that method unlocks the deeper meanings of Shakespeare.

In the same vein, I’d like to run another Shakespeare study group in March so I can get some more practice trying to communicate these ideas in a form that makes sense. This time, the text under study will be Hamlet.

Due to time zone differences, the current study group has been run in an asynchronous, text-based fashion using a Discord chatroom. I’m happy to do it that way again. However, if logistics enable it, I would love to try a once-a-week videoconference format.

If you are interested in taking part, I’ve set up a form where you can register your interest. Just put your details down, and I’ll follow up by email with further info. The group will run for four weeks beginning in early March, and you just need to have read or watched Hamlet before we start.

Otherwise, the blog should be back sometime in the middle of next month. See ya then.

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Addendum: I just realised that Shakespeare covered the problem of ideology in the story of Macbeth. The three witches give Macbeth statements that are true on the surface, but which contain hidden implications. Macbeth takes them to be eternal truths and stakes his entire future on them. He is brought undone by the fact that he is unable to conceive that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in his philosophy (almost literally “dreamt” because he sees them while hallucinating via the witches’ brew).

Macbeth is highly prophetic since the 20th century saw this exact dynamic play out as a bunch of people were convinced they had whole truth (fascists, communists) when all they had were ideologies. They ended up killing as wantonly as Macbeth does.

A New Year’s Invitation

In the last several weeks, I posted analyses of what have become two of my favourite works of art: Wagner’s final opera, Parsifal, and Patrick White’s novel, The Solid Mandala. Both works can only really be understood as part of a tradition. Wagner’s opera was an adaptation of, and a response to, an old medieval myth. White’s novel was his answer to Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov. Although it’s possible to get something from both works without understanding the tradition to which they belong, the meaning of both is greatly enhanced when we understand the larger references.

A related thing that both Wagner and White have in common is that both men were master storytellers. They innovated on the deeper story structure, not as an arbitrary amusement or technical trick, but in order to express new meanings. Once again, a reader who doesn’t understand these innovations can still get something out of it but will miss the most important points.

Out of interest, I thought I would ask a few different LLMs to summarise the meaning of the two works. The results were interesting. Both Gemini’s and Grok’s summaries of The Solid Mandala were mostly quite good and yet missed the main point of the book because they think White is presenting Arthur Brown (the intuitive, “spiritual” brother) as the model to be followed. In fact, as I pointed out in my post, it was Dostoevsky who had made that claim in The Brothers Karamazov, and White was explicitly placing a very large question mark over it. Readers who don’t pick up on the Karamazov reference at the crucial turning point of the story miss this.

I had a quick look at the reviews of the novel on Goodreads, and it seems that almost all readers fall into this category. Presumably, that’s why the LLMs also didn’t include it, since they are just a summation of general opinion. The results were much the same for Parsifal. The LLMs gave a mostly correct overview but missed the crucial points.

Now, because stories are so fundamental to the way in which humans think, you might assume there would already be a discipline devoted to understanding them. In fact, that’s not exactly true. There are a number of fields where stories play a central role. Among them are literature, literary criticism, mythology, aesthetics, philology, and hermeneutics. However, none of these place the story itself at the centre of analysis. Even literature is primarily about the written word and includes non-story genres. (Note that 20th-century “literary fiction” is literature but is explicitly not stories. In fact, much of modern highbrow literature is not technically stories.)

The discipline that comes closest to making stories the sole object of study is a little-known one that emerged in Russia in the early 20th century called narratology. However, because of its structuralist focus, narratology is exceedingly formal in nature and tends to suck all the life and vitality out of its subject matter. What’s needed is a holistic approach which sees the structural aspects of a story as expressions of what Richard Wagner called Life and Nature.

This raises the question: what concepts would we need if we were trying to understand stories in a holistic fashion?

The most important would surely be Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey. However, I prefer an adaptation of this that I call the journey into the sacred. Every story begins with the hero making a sacrifice. We can understand the nature of the sacrifice better by using Jungian archetypes; thus, the archetype is the second core concept. The third would be that of “identity”, including its exoteric and esoteric aspects. Every story involves the hero needing to sacrifice their old identity and integrate a new one.

Since each of these properties applies to every character in a story, with only a few core concepts, we quickly get a very complex set of interactions, which is why I’m fond of saying that stories are a kind of communicative superpower, compressing enormous amounts of information in an understandable fashion.

All of this got me thinking of an idea that’s been brewing in the back of my mind for some time, namely, a discussion group aimed at understanding stories. Of course, I could write it up as a set of blog posts, but a more open-ended, exploratory style of discussion with differing viewpoints would be a much richer experience.

So, since a new year is a good time for new beginnings, I thought I’d throw open an invitation to readers and see who might be interested. I propose a short series of discussions aimed at elucidating the basic concepts required to understand stories at a deeper level. We’ll use Shakespeare’s King Lear as the story under discussion.

There are several reasons to prefer Lear. First and foremost, it’s a classic. Secondly, it exists in both written and video form, either of which will suffice for our purposes. Thirdly, translations are readily available, which will be of use to any non-native English speakers who might want to take part. Finally, it is a relatively short work that can be read or watched in a single sitting.

Here’s how I see it working:-

  • We all read or watch King Lear in advance
  • Then, we have four one-hour sessions to discuss it
  • In advance, I’ll send an email introducing the concept which will be the main theme of the session to give people a chance to think about it
  • The session itself will be an open-ended, Socratic dialogue as we explore how the theme relates to the story of King Lear
  • At the end of four weeks, the goal is to have holistically explored the meaning of Lear. But, perhaps more importantly, we will also build out a model that can be used to access the deeper meanings of stories that most readers miss
  • To begin with, I’d like the keep the group small. I think four people is the ideal number, but three or five could also work.
  • Note, all the work will be completely private. No video or audio will be recorded. No personal information will be shared. Since this will be the first time I have run this kind of session, there won’t be any payment required. The invitation is open to anywhere in the world (as long as we can find a time that works for everybody).

If this sounds like something you’d like to participate in, you can register your interest here (note: you do not need to sign-in to google to submit the form).

The Interminable Land War

2022

America: Hey, Russia, what you doin’?
Russia: Invading Ukraine.
America: What!? No, don’t.
Russia: Too late.
Europe: Outrage! We must respond.
America: You’re right. Let’s sit down together and make a deal.
Europe: A deal? Are you crazy? There’s only one way to resolve this.
America: What?
Europe: An interminable land war.
America: A what?
Europe: An interminable land war.
America: That doesn’t sound like a very good idea.
Europe: It’s European tradition. You wouldn’t understand.
America: Alright. You’re the civilised ones.

Three years later…

America: Hey, so this war is still going. Can we finally make a deal now?
Europe: Absolutely not.
America: But it’s been ages and there’s still no end in sight.
Europe: What part of “interminable land war” did you not understand?
America: But it’s been 3 years!
Europe: 3 years is nothing. Remember the 30 years war? Or the 100 years war? Boy, those were the days.
America: Okay, but we’re paying for this shit.
Europe: Typical American. Only care about money.
America: So, when is it going to end?
Europe: It ends when one side is militarily and economically ruined. Admittedly, sometimes both sides get ruined.
America: Why don’t you stop before you get to that point?
Europe: I dunno. It’s tradition.
America: Fine. You keep fighting. We’re getting out before that.
Europe: Cowards!
America: Au revoir.

A Few Short Poems

I was rummaging through the cupboard recently and came across an old notebook containing some poems. I make no claims to being a poet. Every now and then a poem pops into my head fully formed and I scribble it down. Some of the poems in the notebook I quite liked and so I thought I’d put them on here for something different. The first two make a nice pair and the third one captures how I am feeling about my home city of Melbourne right now. See what you think.

Blood Brothers

I curled myself up into a tiny ball
So small
I almost disappeared

I have been distant from you
I have even been distant from my self
But this distance and this space allowed me to see
I saw the great space around us
And that we ourselves are so wide and large and tall
I do not want to cut us down

Necessarily, I come now from afar
And I may speak a strange tongue
If I come now bearing the knife
Know that I will not cut you down
But if I do cut you
Then we will be blood brothers
For I too have felt the knife
And I too have bled

Goodbye

I told you about joy
But you were thinking of your pain
I told you about pain
But you were laughing

Around sunset
We set out again
The sky was red
And we were out of step

Fools, we two
Two tongues wagging out of tune
Unable even to make sense of the dissonance

My ears could not hear you
And yours not me
Each other scarcely could we see
We were not made for such

So, it’s time
That you go your way
And I go mine

One day we may meet again
And see each other for the first

Til then

Goodbye

Check It Out

Check it out, said Jesus
The suits are back in town
Bring petrol, guns and ammo
We’ll burn the whole fuckin’ thing down
And don’t worry about that love stuff
Didn’t work out anyway
This is the bad muthafucker Jesus
Come back to save the day