Friday, 24 June 2022

The Question in Bodies #43: F*** the Future (iv)

A cold and stylised rapacity
Is it messed up to admit you understand why the characters in a book like Crash find their fetishes as hot as they do (even if it’s not exactly your fetish)? It’s a rhetorical question, and you don't need to answer it, but Ballard wanted us, I think, to know that he did, for he named the first-person narrator of Crash James Ballard. Ballard the protagonist, a producer of television adverts, is not Ballard the author. All they really have in common is a name, and those of you who have names you are attached to will understand what a powerful thing that is.

Tuesday, 21 June 2022

The Question in Bodies #42: F*** the Future (iii)

(A digression concerning low-flying aircraft)
In Ballard's story “Low-Flying Aircraft”, a couple, Forrester and Judith, travel north to Sweden to have a baby. While there, they see the odd behaviour of a local doctor, who flies back and forth across the landscape, spraying lines in silvery paint. The world’s population has plummeted, due to most babies being born apparently deformed. In fact, we find out, human fertility has skyrocketed, and the supposedly deformed children – although blind they can sense their environment and communicate in ways “able bodied” people cannot – are the next step in human evolution, delayed by a desperate desire for eugenic purity. “Mutant” children are routinely aborted the moment they are identified in the womb, or summarily killed when they are born. Except sometimes they aren’t.

Friday, 17 June 2022

The Question in Bodies #41: F*** the Future (ii)

Welcoming them into the future

“Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog, Dr Robert Laing reflected on the unusual events that had taken place within his huge apartment building during the previous three months."
– Ballard, High-Rise, Chapter 1.

I’ve had a history, going back to my time in academia, of deconstructing first pages of fiction and let me tell you, as opening lines go, that's an absolute banger. First lines are programmatic things, carrying in them the full weight of the story to come, or, alternatively, sometimes acting as lies or traps. This opener does both in some really interesting ways. It introduces one of the (it turns out three) point of view characters. It suggests languor and thoughtfulness, and a character with time and space and the privilege to reflect (he’s a doctor, so you think he would). And also it suggests, in a single word, something that is, to the intended audience – literate, English-speaking – something terrible, some breakdown of the normal order of things, and more so because of what it suggests about the kind of man Laing is by the time it has happened, that he has the time to sit on a balcony and reflect on what happened here, but is still very much OK with eating someone’s pet.

Tuesday, 14 June 2022

The Question in Bodies #40: F*** the Future (i)

(This, first in a four-part look at the key works of J.G. Ballard and their film adaptations, first appeared on my Patreon, about a year ago. Want to see stuff miles in advance and a bunch of stuff you wouldn't see otherwise? You know what to do.)

The Sexual Counter-Revolution
I think that the general consensus is that we are now more or less resigned to the sexual revolution of the sixties and seventies having been subject to a lengthy and successful counter-revolution, with the result that society is right now less openly sexual than it has been for a long time. And certainly, while steps have been made since that time to support people with sexualities other than the hetero and genders other than the cis, the keys of power are working harder than ever to wind the clock backwards. A decade ago, many would have found it unthinkable that the UK would be listed alongside Turkey, Russia, Poland and Hungary as one of the worst places to be LGBTQ+ in the so-called developed world. The fact that in the USA there’s even a debate as to whether anti-gay conversion therapy should be outlawed is really quite a telling indicator of the way that the wind is blowing. For those of us who identify as queer, these are frightening times.

But while from the top of our societies down our identities and sexualities seem more at risk than ever, in the everyday traffic of our lives, it isn’t really like that. In fact, our passions have balkanised, divided into any number of communities, subcommunities and infracommunities, where we can talk about these things, where we can remain radicalised against the mainstream norms. We have whole samizdat spaces existing within the social media, entire languages. In a way this is how it's always been for most of history. The liberalisation of the media, and the bringing of us into the mainstream, was an enterprise of only a few decades. As media branched off and splintered, the multiplicities of human identity split off into entire phyla, leaving commodified, acceptable versions behind in the mainstream, husks of the human self, there for the hand of power to ram itself into and manipulate like a rainbow cavalcade of Muppets (and let's not even get to what happened to the actual Muppets). Multinational corporations – sociopathic and rapacious by definition – adding rainbow flags to their logos one month a year isn't actually progress.

The flip side of this, the good side of this, is that the communities on the new margins have networks that they never had before. It's easier than ever to find your tribe, no matter how esoteric its concerns might once have been. Our closets are conditional now, furnished with WiFi. We can functionally be different people in different spaces for good or ill.

When our sexualities have been balkanised, so have our selves.

Friday, 1 April 2022

Five Versions of Dune

This is Episode 2: where I explore the different iterations of Frank Herbert's DUNE, Denis Villeneuve, David Lynch, Space Hats and Horny Space Nuns and all. Patreon Backers get to see this before anywhere else. 

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Thursday, 31 March 2022

The Question in Bodies 39: Bug (2006)

So some time ago, a colleague tagged me in a difficult discussion on Facebook about race, sexuality and religion. There was this one guy there who – let's just say his views weren't on the top two rows of the D&D alignment chart. I was brought in as an expert witness or something. But a read of the thread assured me that nothing I said was going to mean a thing.

Halfway through, the offending participant had said, after being challenged on the extreme nature of his views, “I had best friends try to stage a mini-intervention for me.” People who loved him had tried to get him to see sense. It hadn't worked.

That’s a red flag. If the people who love you are concerned enough to try this and you nonetheless haven't yet afforded yourself sufficient capacity for self reflection to think about why, in their love, they care enough to do this for you, you're in a place where ideology overrides healthy human relationships, and frankly you're not going to be deprogrammed by some rando on the internet.

Saturday, 5 March 2022

The Devil Makes Work for Idle Imaginations


It’s a thought experiment. Honestly. I don’t really think this. Or do I? I mean, it makes sense?

No, no, hear me out.

What if David Icke is actually a tool of the true Conspiracy Bad Guys? What if he's an op? I mean I’m only half serious here, but 50% serious is still more than 0%. You know what I think about David Icke by now, and if you don’t maybe you’re on my Patreon and you can see the video I did. You’re all set. Go watch it. I’ll wait.

OK, David Icke, right. David Icke is an op. Totally certain of it. Let's look at the evidence.