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September 30, 2004

Reflections on Perdido Street Station

I recently finished reading China Mieville's Perdido Street Station, and here are some of my thoughts on the book. I won't talk much about the book's technical merits, but rather its thematic elements as I understood them.

By way of introduction for those who aren't familiar with it, PSS falls somewhere in that nebulous category between the science fiction and fantasy genres. More specifically, it's very heavily steeped in the steampunk genre, complete with Victorian-era social trappings, oppressive urban industries, ubiquitous steam-powered technology, and seething Marxist undercurrents of class struggle ripped straight from the pages of Engels. PSS takes place entirely within the city limits of New Crobuzon, a crime-infested, pollution-choked industrial hell. Yet within this nightmare of capitalism gone awry are elements of profound beauty--staggering intellectual and cultural diversity, captivating alien art, and magnificent architectural and technological achievements. New Crobuzon's fusion of beauty and dirtiness reflects one of PSS's themes: beauty, goodness, and kindness exist, but they are so tainted by hurt, grime, and suffering that one wonders if they are worth the price.

The first 100 pages or so serve primarily to introduce us to this unusual city and its sometimes bizarre inhabitants. New Crobuzon is a cultural melting pot--humans are a majority and dominate city government and society, but many other races make their home here as well. Among the beings who live alongside New Crobuzon's humans are sentient cacti, insect-headed women, frog-like creatures who shape water like clay, and the "Remade"--people magically deformed or fused with machines (steam-powered cyborgs, if you will), usually as punishment for a crime.

PSS's protagonists are a motley bunch of people living on the fringes of society: Isaac, a somewhat scatterbrained scientist and researcher; Lin, his insect-headed girlfriend; Yagharek, a noble-savage bird-man from a distant desert; and several other characters from the university circle, the criminal underworld, and even the worker's-revolution movement. It's abundantly clear from the very first chapter that this is no Tolkien-esque fantasy of noble elves and good-hearted hobbits; PSS's "heroes" are self-centered, petty, and even unlikeable people who are mostly interested in surviving day-to-day in the city and making money.

Trouble (and the novel's main plot) begins when Yagharek, a bird-man whose wings have been removed in punishment for a past crime, arrives in New Crobuzon and hires Isaac. The job: to give Yagharek the ability to fly again. Isaac excitedly begins scientific research towards this end. Meanwhile, Lin (Isaac's girlfriend) has taken the equally lucrative but morally dubious job creating a sculpture of a sinister underworld mob boss.

Unfortunately, Isaac unwittingly releases a dangerous entity in the course of his research, one that threatens the entire city of New Crobuzon. The bulk of the novel follows the adventures of Isaac and his companions as they try to stop the entity before it multiplies and destroys the city. In the course of their "quest," the characters are hunted by just about everybody: the entity, the criminal underworld, and the city government (which knows about the entity, but has a decidedly non-altruistic agenda). Isaac and his companions initially pursue this suicidal quest out of a sense of obligation, guilt, or necessity, but as the novel progresses, the characters slowly begin to exhibit heroic and self-sacrificing traits. By the story's end, each of the survivors has changed radically: some have become something like true heroes; some have been victimized and broken; all have had to abandon their old lives and motivations.

The character's quest is a grim one, and you don't for a minute expect that it will end neatly. Like New Crobuzon itself, their quest contains moments of beauty, heroism, and victory, but always at great cost, and often tainted by moral compromise.

So that's what the novel is about. Is it worth reading? The answer to that question is more difficult for me to answer. In my judgment, PSS is worth reading for the sheer imagination evidenced in it; but it's grotesque enough that you may not find it an enjoyable read. I'll try to elaborate.

PSS is incredibly, wonderfully imaginative. The city and its populace are strange and bizarre and incredibly interesting; from the alien races, to the steam-powered airships, to the gigantic fossilized ribcage that occupies the entire center of the city... PSS really stretches the imagination, especially if most of your fantasty/sci-fi reading has been of the more traditional swords-and-sorcery variety. The characters are much more like "average Joes" than are most fantasy heroes; they are noble and flawed at the same time, and we can relate to them. And they're just plain interesting. The entire book is like that: it's interesting. Magic and steam-technology exist side-by-side. New Crobuzon is huge, but we get intriguing hints that the world outside its walls is even more vast and more bizarre. The city militia hunts the fugitive heroes through the streets with muskets and cyborgs and airships. The corrupt mayor holds consultations with the Ambassador of Hell. Weird, and fascinating.

But balancing out the wonder of all that imagination is the novel's heavy-handed grotesque-ness. As amazing as the setting is, it's dirty, polluted, crime-infested, and overwhelmed by injustice. The author has taken every evil excess of the industrial revolution and cranked the dial as high as it will go. The people of New Crobuzon are hopelessly poor, constantly victimized by the government and industry, surrounded by crime and disease, and without any hope of bettering their situation. Attempts at reform and revolt are utterly and brutally smashed; New Crobuzon isn't just going through a temporary industrial-growing-pains "phase"--it's been locked in a state of industrial hell for hundreds of years.

At a certain point, this all becomes almost too much to believe, let alone bear. Why would anyone want to live in this place, when the standard of living would be several orders of magnitude better if they just holed up in a cave somewhere outside the city walls? Nobody is happy, there is no justice, everything is dirty and polluted and covered with grime, the few noble civic accomplishments--a university, a massive train system--have become symbols of corruption, decay, and oppression. And this heavy-handed grimness isn't limited to physical descriptions of the city itself; several major plot events seem to occur not because they were realistic or believable story developments, but because they served to amp up the general level of angst. Bad things happen just to spite the characters, just for the sake of spoiling their victories.

All this is difficult to read at times. About the fiftieth time you read a description like "Before them was a large building, its shattered windows staring down vacantly and miserably at the grime-covered streets below, while filthy beggars glared hopelessly at passersby," you will want to scream This place is hell! Why exactly are they trying to save it?

That is, of course, one of the novel's interesting questions: why would these characters fight for, even love, something as grotesque and broken as New Crobuzon? In the end, the heroes aren't fighting to fix New Crobuzon, or restore justice to its government, or rid its streets of crime and evil. They're fighting because as disgusting and awful as New Crobuzon is, it grows on you somehow--it's a remarkable human achievement gone awry, but beneath the blood and tears it still remains a remarkable human achievement. It's greater than the sum of its parts, both for good and evil.

And that is ultimately why PSS is worth reading. Like the city it describes and the quest it details, it's unpleasant and difficult to endure at times. But beneath the dirty surface, it's a fascinating story about people struggling for victories even when they know those victories will be hollow. Beneath the alien surface and exaggerated qualities, the city and its heroes are things we can understand and to which we can relate. It relentlessly asks: "Is this--this broken relationship, this broken city, this broken dream--is this worth fighting for, as damaged as it is?" The book's answer is "Yes, even this is worth fighting for." And that's why I'd recommend PSS--provided you can stomach the journey.

September 19, 2004

Passion of the Christ revisited

This last week, I attended a work-related conference on the general subject of internet ministry. The highlight of the conference for me was a Saturday afternoon discussion titled "Lessons We Learned from The Passion." It was basically an informal forum in which the two presenters discussed the film and the church's response to it, and addressed questions from the audience. Since the discussion touched on a lot of the topics mentioned in a previous post here, I thought I'd summarize a few of the presenters' observations.

The two presenters were Terry Mattingly (of GetReligion.org, which extensively observed/critiqued media coverage of the film) and David Bruce (of Hollywood Jesus, an ongoing dialogue with postmodern youth and culture). When either of these guys talk about media and the church, I pay attention.

Without further ado, here are summaries of several of the points raised (as I understood them--corrections by others who attended the discussion are welcome):


  • David Bruce felt that the church did a good job of responding to and talking about The Passion--much better than it has done with past "big events" like 9/11. (According to Bruce, after 9/11, despite a temporary spike in churchgoers seeking answers, few churches specifically or meaningfully addressed the topic.) When the issue of the Barna research (which found that there was little increase in churchgoing or "conversion" in the wake of The Passion) came up, both presenters suggested that evangelism efforts around The Passion need to be seen as just one small step in an ongoing effort to be a culturally relevant church, and that trying too hard to estimate the success or failure of any particular step in that never-ending process can produce misleading results.

  • The hostility of many mainstream ("secular") critics of The Passion was almost entirely ideological. Many critics were clearly motivated by a hatred of Mel Gibson or by offense at the idea of a literal telling of the Gospel story. Many critics railed about meta-film issues and controversies and in doing so missed the entire point of the film.

  • Mainstream critics were not the only ones blinded by ideology. Evangelical commentors, who generally praised the film, almost completely overlooked and ignored its omnipresent Mariology and Catholicism. The presence of these elements doesn't necessarily "ruin" the film theologically for evangelicals, of course, but it's interesting that leading evangelicals, historically hyper-sensitive when it comes to this sort of thing, scarcely mentioned the film's blatant Catholicism.

  • Similarly, evangelical critics also broke with past tradition in not condemning the film's extreme violence. Bruce suggested that this trend indicates that at least in the area of violence, evangelicals are demonstrating a willingness to interpret sinful behavior depicted in film within the context of the film itself. He noted that a similar phenomenon took place in the wake of Saving Private Ryan, when many Christian film critics embraced the film in spite of the violence and profane language in it. This trend indicates that evangelicals increasingly desire to move beyond the "count-the-swear-words-and-sex-scenes" style of media analysis; they're paying more attention to message and story in film, and are putting less emphasis on specific visceral content than they have in the past.

  • Mattingly suggested that the harsh divide between enthusiastic supporters and detractors of the film can be traced back to the split between (culturally) liberal and conservative Catholics, not animosity between Christians and Jews. This is an issue that Mattingly has discussed in the past at GetReligion.org and in his On Religion syndicated column.

Those are the points that most interested me, and I hope I've relayed them accurately. As for myself, I see a lot of merit in most of these ideas, although some of the specific contentions are beyond my immediate ability to confirm or debunk.

At any rate, it was a fascinating discussion, and the general mood was a positive one. There was a sense that evangelicals are at least trying to shake off some of their outdated ways of approaching film, media, and culture. There were plenty of warnings for and critiques of these efforts to achieve cultural relevance, but I left the discussion feeling optimistic about the ways that evangelicals are talking about God in this entertainment-driven post-postmodern world. What do you think?

September 17, 2004

Redesign fever and other miscellanea

Wow, it seems that everybody has been feeling the need to shake things up lately, blog-design-wise. Kim, Jon, Bill, me and now Michele. And I'm probably forgetting to mention somebody else.

I'm sitting in my hotel room now, where somehow the wireless network is reaching six floors up and providing me with internet* access. Tomorrow is the final day of our annual internet-ministry conference, which has been a good experience thus far. Michele will be joining me here tomorrow after she puts some research time in at the University of Chicago library.

Then, Sunday morning is when Michele and I are being officially welcomed as members at our church. So it's been a somewhat busy week and weekend for us--at least, compared to our usual weekly schedule.

(* Wired magazine recently declared that it was time to stop capitalizing the words "Internet" and "Web", and I say it's about time. So from now on, I'll try to incorporate that into my online writing.)

September 15, 2004

Look & feel

There's obviously been some changes around here. I've been getting annoyed by the Movable Type boring default blog style, so I'm trying out something new. Hope you find it at least a mild improvement.

The CSS is a modified version of one of the styles available at Movable Style, a very nifty little site for people like myself who prefer meddling with already-written CSS to creating it from scratch. And if you're curious, the image atop the page is of the Squad Leader game board and a few playing pieces that I dug out of storage in the hall closet. This particular board is a map of the infamous Stalingrad Tractor Works, the scene of many a desperate Squad Leader battle.

Let me know if the blog breaks in your browser or anything. There were some funky Mozilla/Safari issues going on earlier, but I think those are fixed now.

September 12, 2004

X-phile

Michele and I have been watching through The X-Files, starting with season 1, and are a dozen or so episodes into the show. It's a great show, and even the earliest episodes have aged fairly well.

But like all great shows, it can lay claim to a handful of abominably bad episodes. One of the episodes we watched this weekend ("Space," about midway through season 1) fit easily into the Worst Episode Ever category.

And for the record, the addition of "Space" to my Worst X-Files Episodes Ever list brings the total to three:

  • "Home"--the infamous episode that was BANNED ON TELEVISION! When I first got my hands on this episode, I eagerly popped it into the VCR and hit play, excited to finally learn what those censoring network executives didn't want me to see. Oh, if only I could rewind my life and choose otherwise.
  • the baseball-playing alien episode. Oh man.
  • ...and now "Space."

It's a great show, though, despite a few bad episodes (and more than a few mediocre ones). Once it hit its stride--around season 3 or so--it was the best thing on television, no question. It went on longer than it should've... but mostly, it was pretty darn good.

update: Other Worst Episodes Ever, which have since come to mind:

  • any episode about Scully having a cloned alien baby
  • the one with a circus freak who had a mutated Siamese twin or something which would detach from his torso and eat people. Yeah... that ep was every bit as good as it sounds.

September 9, 2004

Shakespeare in the Bush

Prompted by a lunchtime discussion about the seemingly universal relevance of Shakespeare, Michele sent me a link to this amusing story. A very fun read.

Throne of heroes

Michele and I have seen several interesting movies lately, and in the American tradition of defining my life by the pieces of entertainment I experience, I'll tell you all about them. Spoilers follow.

Most recent was Hero, which has received a lot of praise from critics. Personally, I thought it was amazing film in many respects--visually, you are not likely to see a more impressive movie anytime soon. Several scenes were so vibrant with color and style that they remained indelibly stamped in memory long after I left the theater. (A scene in which two brightly-colored warriors gracefully cut their way up an endless stairway through hundreds of enemy soldiers was just... breathtaking.)

That said, the movie toppled ignobly off of the pedestal upon which I had placed it about twenty minutes short of the closing credits. At that point, we learn the Real Message behind the Movie when one of the main characters reaches up and yanks off his plastic face-mask to reveal the grinning face of... Chairman Mao! Well, not really. But for the final twenty cringe-inducing minutes of this movie, we get a long and painful lecture from the Mao stand-in character about how it's really too bad when people must be killed for the Good of the Unity of Mother China, but that's just the Way Things Work. Subtle.

That was what knocked this film out of Best Movie Ever territory as far as I was concerned. Until our Great and Beloved Leader launches into his little propogandist speech, however, the movie is incredibly entertaining. So take that however you will--but in my mind, it's a bit of otherwise brilliant cinema ruined by a ghastly message. (For what it's worth, Michele didn't seem as bothered by the People's Party propoganda as I was, so it's quite possible I'm blowing it all way out of proportion.)

The other recently-viewed film of note is Kurosawa's Throne of Blood. Michele and I have very much enjoyed each of the Kurosawa films we've seen--Seven Samurai is of course a classic, and we loved Rashomon (which we managed to watch with Alan and his family before they moved out of state). Throne of Blood is a re-telling of the Macbeth story, but set in feudal Japan. Instead of scheming nobles and princes, we are treated to plotting samurai, and the characters are as wonderfully flawed and intriguing as they are in the original tale. Highly recommended.

September 7, 2004

Politigeeks

You know, I really enjoy and appreciate Slashdot. But I just really don't see this ending well.

update: Now that I think of it, Babylon 5 put it best:

Emperor Turhan: How will this end?
Kosh: In fire.

September 2, 2004

Scooped!

This news is a week or two old already, but if you're not aware, Jon, husband of Kim and fellow refugee from hell (ha ha) has returned to the world of blogging with a very cool new blog focused around sci-fi literature, a subject in which Jon is about as expert as they come.

This is rather timely for me, as I've been recently feeling a desire to read a bit more sci-fi literature. In that spirit, I'm currently making my way through Perdido Street Station by China Mieville. Thus far my feelings on the novel are somewhat mixed, but I'll wait until I've finished it to comment further.