Thirst by Mahmoud Dowlatabadi

4.28/5

This book should be read alongside Blindness and Hunger, for the symbology and allegorical telling of the novel is not merely literal and physical, but existential and intellectual. The senses pine for more. The mind's expanse is infinite. What are young people who are thirsty for meaning and purpose in a leaden and desolate earth meant to do to find that purpose? Volunteer for the army? Follow excruciatingly simple orders like "defend this water tank"? Die for their country? Now meaning is fulfilled because their family members are told they died holding the objective.

Now a turn. When truth is commodified and used as a psychological tool, the writer becomes the sword rather than the pen. What now, is the writer meant to do in that same world with those same values and goals?

"Since time immemorial, we poets have assuaged and mollified the drunkenness of caliphs with our grandiloquent oratory and the tenderness of our temperament, to the accompaniment of the lute; and now we are expected to use our words to applaud and encourage the insane intoxication of our leaders, leaden words that have to march at the speed of a printing press, draped in military clothes and paraded in front of eyes that cannot stand seeing any bad news in print."

These are the questions before us against the backdrop and realities of the Iran-Iraq war, a war where every Western nation supported the war criminal Saddam Hussein, who would later become their very enemy not because of the genocides he committed (one of them in '86 during the war backed by the Americans), but because his nation had oil. The novel does not touch upon this — it was written before the illegal invasion of Iraq in '03, but it is there, ever present, like a cloud on a sunny day, like a drizzle on a dewy morning.

"A hill and a group of soldiers whose task is to defend it, a healthy, young prisoner whose life was extinguished in the instant it took to fire a bullet, and his well-built body shoved into a pit at the bottom of the hill."

Young people died, many on the Persian side for Iran did not have the backing of nearly every world leader unlike Saddam; however, young Iraqis died just the same, because those same leading nations needed to sell weapons.

What are we all doing, if not dying of thirst while being forced to defend a water tank just because we are told that is the way forward, whilst staring at the gaping maw of corporate surveillance and politicians in acting in the interests of their corporate backers?

"Skimming words, passing over words has become a habit for humans. Maybe if pen and paper hadn’t been invented, humans would have developed a sharper capacity for memorizing words. For example, this title of the “noblest in creation” might have left a trace on the memory of mankind that was not superficial and shallow; that would not have been forgotten, and if uttered it would not be out of habit, and so this most important judgement on mankind would not be destroyed by mankind, and this accursed brain would not have dragged me to the edge of insanity, to a point where I have arrived at the horrendous conclusion that there is nothing in this world more vile, base, destructive and hypocritical than the clay of Adam … and my captive in the trench is thirsty, Major. Even monkeys don’t take their own kind as captives …’"

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

5/5

This review is part of a re-reads series; My friends and I are reading classics we had read in our youth and reviewing them. Readers should also be aware that this review makes important plot points explicit.

“Brave New World” is itself the subject of numerous academic works; each is rife with its own analysis of both Huxley’s goals, and his brilliant allusions and metaphors. To avoid one of the many cardinal sins in literary works, let us reread this work from a different, and modernized perspective by using 2004’s The Incredibles. A common and well-known theme in “The Incredibles” is the idea that if everyone is special, then no one is. This is in fact what is at the heart of “Brave New World,” — let's ignore the themes of hedonism and extreme utilitarianism for a moment. What is the deeper meaning behind “if everyone is special, then no one else is”? We need not be geniuses to know that it is a claim of differentiation. I am only smart if there is a benchmark for intelligence and idiocy. The Alphas, Alpha Pluses… abide by these rules of class warfare simply because they are conditioned to believe that it is the best for society and it is the most efficient way to live in a community, and where Huxley’s conformity dilutes the hedonistic pursuits of the World State’s citizens, Orwell’s Nineteen-Eighty-Four saturates these pursuits and events because they are outlawed.

In Huxley’s world, punishment is rare and mild because everything is permitted. I purposefully used the word “everything” here, because outlawed actions and events are rarefied due to the hypnopaedia conditioning. Characters rarely think outside their classes and never co-mingle in between them. In Nineteen-Eighty-Four, characters’ motives and actions are contingent on their odds of getting caught, and if they do get caught, how harsh the punishment will be. This is where the novels differ. The incredible personal monitoring of each individual citizen in Nineteen-Eighty-Four as an allegory for Stalinist Russia contrasts the very impersonal apathy of Brave New World. We rely more on the number of our Instagram followers or retweets, all of which are impersonal since we might never meet the follower or retweeter, than we do on honing our personal relationships with one another.

The urban personality demands impersonal relationships and connections, we know less about our neighbours and even less about ourselves and our loved ones; all identities and thoughts seem to merge á la Brave New World. For if we are all the same, one’s success belongs to everyone else and one’s failure only demarcates how society has failed an individual. Violence is rare if not non-existence in the World State because nearly everyone in their classes look identical — they all have near identical physical characteristics due to gene therapy, and similar personalities due to conditioning. Thus if we hurt someone else, we are only hurting ourselves, and how does that better the society we are conditioned to protect? Furthermore, opening the newspaper or watching cable T.V., we are at once confronted with the very distractions Huxley uses as satire to demarcate apathy from real issues when they do not affect us personally. Political discourse never occurs because citizens are too busy discussing The Walking Dead Three Weeks in a Helicopter. When someone is unhappy, they simply take a pill and forget all their worries. … For a different conceptualization of this idea, Nozick’s experience machine appears in his 1974 work: Anarchy, State, and Utopia. Nozick argues against Betham’s hedonism. If most people do not want to be plugged into this machine and only experience pleasure, then the nature of what is good and how our value systems shape our sensory formations changes to something more definitive and complex than simply: pursue pleasure and avoid pain. In Huxley’s World State, “community, identity, stability,” coupled with “everyone is everyone else,” are used as a measure of social control “major instrument of social stability” in order to increase production and efficiency. The former carries an extreme capitalist overtone while the latter deters and implicitly punishes non-conformity. Thus no single citizen is rewarded or pushed to pursue their individuality. In fact, characters are ostracized if they are not promiscuous and/or hold consistent beliefs contrary to the values of the World State. If we are all the same, our intentions are irrelevant because the destination remains static. “And yet the man had meant well enough. Which only made it, in a way, much worse. Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.” (Chapter Four, §2)

Now this is not to say that there is no existential soul-searching in the World State. Bernard and Helmholtz are both partial to their positions as Alphas and dialogues that both reflect ideas contrary to their conditioning, and ambitions that do not coincide with society’s improvement as a whole.

Helmholtz shook his head. "Not quite. I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get, a feeling that I've got something important to say and the power to say it–only I don't know what it is, and I can't make any use of the power. If there was some different way of writing … Or else something else to write about …" He was silent; then, "You see," he went on at last, "I'm pretty good at inventing phrases–you know, the sort of words that suddenly make you jump, almost as though you'd sat on a pin, they seem so new and exciting even though they're about something hypnopædically obvious. But that doesn't seem enough. It's not enough for the phrases to be good; what you make with them ought to be good too."

However, this differs greatly from the understanding that their conditioning in fact forbids them from making any serious actions or eradicating their obsessions with their sought-after statuses.

The difference between the classes then, must be hidden with the World State’s obsession with efficiency. We are immediately told in Chapter One:

If the children were made to scream at the sight of a rose, that was on grounds of high economic policy. Not so very long ago (a century or thereabouts), Gammas, Deltas, even Epsilons, had been conditioned to like flowers–flowers in particular and wild nature in general. The idea was to make them want to be going out into the country at every available opportunity, and so compel them to consume transport. … Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes; to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport. For of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it. The problem was to find an economically sounder reason for consuming transport than a mere affection for primroses and landscapes. It was duly found.

This sets up the primary tension for the rest of the novel. Not what are we willing to sacrifice for industry and efficiency, but how much of our nature are we willing to destroy in order to “enjoy new clothes” or contemplate the next drama in the weekly “Feelie”.

Capital is always important. “The more stiches, the less riches.” This propaganda appears over and over again, “the more stiches, the less riches,” “just do it. Impossible is nothing. I’m loving it.” The brainwashing of a market society is only successful when the market and its citizens are co-dependent on one another. The market is dependent on the communal society, one without personality and identity, to purchase its supply and thus keeps the demand high. Inversely, each citizen is dependent on that supply because it is representative of something more — further riches perhaps, or status symbols… to the point that the privilege of being part of that demand may be sold back to you at a premium. This is one of the many reasons individuality is immediately reported and ostracized.

From Chapter Six:

But Lenina was crying. "It's horrible, it's horrible," she kept repeating. "And how can you talk like that about not wanting to be a part of the social body? After all, every one works for every one else. We can't do without any one. Even Epsilons …" "Yes, I know," said Bernard derisively. "'Even Epsilons are useful'! So am I. And I damned well wish I weren't!" Lenina was shocked by his blasphemy. "Bernard!" She protested in a voice of amazed distress. "How can you?" In a different key, "How can I?" he repeated meditatively. "No, the real problem is: How is it that I can't, or rather–because, after all, I know quite well why I can't–what would it be like if I could, if I were free–not enslaved by my conditioning." "But, Bernard, you're saying the most awful things." "Don't you wish you were free, Lenina?"

In fact, sometimes characters will banish and berate themselves for demarcating a form of individuality. The scene between Bernard and the Director in Chapter Six §2 is the most prevalent theme that demarcates this. The Director has nothing against Bernard personally; he is simply surprised that he shared a personal story with him and ergo dislikes him. Bernard is simply a man that exudes an individualistic air, to the point that when others around him comfortably share personal stories, they immediately experience a discomfort that makes them dislike him. This is the dystopian nightmare. Not only that our individuality is robbed of us, but that we are unable to comfortably share an intimate moment with another human being.

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I’d like to backtrack for a moment and point out another argument regarding nature. In a passage in Chapter One, the Director points out that: “Erotic play between children had been regarded as abnormal (there was a roar of laughter); and not only abnormal, actually immoral (no!): and had therefore been rigorously suppressed.”

Side-by-side we find that the link between “human nature”; that we are naturally promiscuous, that we long to conform, that we crave stability, that virtue and happiness are chemical processes; and nature as beauteous country roads where roses once bloomed but are now blanketed by the “black and khaki army of labourers busy revitrifying the surface of the Great West Road. One of the huge travelling crucibles was being tapped as they flew over. The molten stone poured out in a stream of dazzling incandescence across the road, the asbestos rollers came and went; at the tail of an insulated watering cart the steam rose in white clouds.”

The death of nature occurs when we kill human nature. The very idea personified by John in his representation of the “savages” and wanting to be the sacrificial lamb. He refuses to take soma; he sees his mother as more than just an object; he understands how manipulative and wonderful words can be; he believes his emotions are real and serve a purpose. Conversely, the World State, perhaps rightfully, never allows its citizens to ask: What good is conformity and stability if we are forced to be stable? Mr. Incredible’s dilemma in the film is that he is forced to be a mere human when he can in fact be so much more. It is akin to demands for freedom for someone who hankers for self-exile. In other words, how do we reconcile the idea that we wish to stand out and be special, with the idea that we should completely conform in order to acquire our true identity? If everyone is exactly the same, then no one is really distinct.

Heart of Darkness and Other Tales by Joseph Conrad

4.87

This review is part of a re-reads series; My friends and I are reading classics we had read in our youth and reviewing them. Readers should also be aware that this review makes important plot points explicit.

“The only real feeling was a desire to get appointed to a trading-post where ivory was to be had, so that they could earn percentages. They intrigued and slandered and hated each other only on that account,—but as to effectually lifting a little finger—oh, no. By heavens! there is something after all in the world allowing one man to steal a horse while another must not look at a halter.15 Steal a horse straight out. Very well. He has done it. Perhaps he can ride. But there is a way of looking at a halter that would provoke the most charitable of saints into a kick.”

Beneath the sledge of the imperialist control of Africa, beneath the beatings and the slavery and the blood and sweat and pandered religion for the sake of profit, there is still the very real pursuit of profit. A profit demarcated in the late capitalistic fuel that drives our societies deeper and deeper into the river of despair. While Conrad is purely criticizing the vicious cycle of imperialist enslavement, the themes of Heart of Darkness in fact remain untouched by the historical and social vacuum that he was writing therein. Companies will still sell out your soul for a larger profit margin; we need only point to Facebook’s handling of data, of Google’s illegal data tracking… on goes the list. Furthermore, it is worthwhile to keep track of the “ranks” in the work. The Manager is in fact inept at his job, not knowing much about anything and not being able to foresee potential problems. That is, rather than solve the problems plaguing his “company,” he simply blames those under him. Down the ladder we go, where the labourer is beaten for merely doing his job. In capitalism you are “let-go” for making mistakes by lifelong upper and middle managers who are just as inefficient and inept as their bosses who fumbled into their positions because they married the right person or shook the right person’s hand. This is the reality of our world, and mirrored almost to a perfection in the immortal and eerie atmosphere of HOD. Yet the true horror remains the treatment of those not in the elite cabal of these so-called companies. And while the class-warfare is very real (I refer again to the importance of ranks), it is Conrad’s most effective tool in demarcating for his real the personal and real pain of oppression.

“We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. It was very quiet there. At night sometimes the roll of drums behind the curtain of trees would run up the river and remain sustained faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads, till the first break of day. Whether it meant war, peace, or prayer we could not tell. The dawns were heralded by the descent of a chill stillness; the wood-cutter slept, their fires burned low; the snapping of a twig would make you start. We were wan on prehistoric earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet.”

Now while the mysticism of man versus nature is impeccable; what still gives this novel its force is the seamless blending of man versus man. This duality, though manifested throughout, is most prevalent in the descent. As the crew penetrates deeper and deeper into the jungle, it symbolizes the descent into the existential dread and endless abyss of colonialism while at the same time illustrating that man is fighting nature by subjugating his brethren. However, the mysterious force commanding the village is Kurtz — a man. Thus man versus nature becomes man versus man. I would go as far as to argue that it is actually man versus himself by the end of the novel..

“Only in the very last moment, as though in response to some sign we could not see, to some whisper we could not hear, he frowned heavily, and that frown gave to his black death-mask an inconceivably sombre, brooding, and menacing expression. The lustre of inquiring glance faded swiftly into vacant glassiness…”

The slow, careful movements of the Nellie serve as Marlow's reflections on the power of words.

“They were common everyday words—the familiar, vague sounds exchanged on every waking day of life. But what of that? They had behind them, to my mind, the terrific suggestiveness of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares. Soul! If anybody had ever struggled with a soul, I am the man.”

Conrad is careful never to explicitly mention anti-war or anti-colonialism sentiments — it is indeed implied and cleverly hidden throughout the whole novel. However, it is more an anti-deception manifesto more than anti-colonialism manifesto. If we honest about our goals, then the horrors of war can be dealt with. Killing Iraqi villagers make no sense if we are meant to be liberating them. Yet it makes perfect sense when we know that we are not liberating them, but oppressing them for their resources and using liberation as a justification of those murders. This is why Kurtz is seen as a great man by the villagers, the defectors, the generals who are trying to kill him, etc. Everyone is jealous of him. He is very specifically against the rationalizations and deceptions employed in war. He is not against war persay. (I am using the Apocopylse Now clips for the clear imagery. It is based on HOD). He is a man who enjoys war and chaos, and his whole character is an attempt to portray the duality of man: we like war (to kill each other) even though it is detrimental to us as a species, but we go through all these steps and loopholes to deceive ourselves and others that it is necessary and in fact a requirement feature of civilization. This is why his will survives even though he is ill throughout the novel and we never get to witness the extent of his awesome power.

"There were no practical hints to interrupt the magic current of phrases, unless a kind of note at the foot on the last page, scrawled evidently much later, in an unsteady hand, may be regarded as the exposition of a method. It was very simple, and at the end of that moving appeal to every altruistic sentiment it blazed at you, luminous and terrifying, like a flash of lightning in a serene sky: ‘Exterminate all the brutes!’”

Conrad uses Kurtz as an allegory for colonialism in the purest form, while the jungle serves as an allegory for the ugly and dark side of colonialism. This duality teaches us that colonialism is in fact as much an internal battle as it is an external one with the forces of oppression.