I’m about halfway through Super Sad True Love Story, and I think there are a lot of interesting things going on in this “bound, printed, nonstreaming Media artifact” (90). I really like the way Shteyngart changes POV/Form. By switching between Lenny’s diary and Eunice’s globalteens emails/instant message conversations, Shteyngart offers both characters’ perspectives on the events that unfold. Instead of moving along from event to event with a single perspective, we’re given Lenny’s painfully optimistic take on the story, which is followed/undercut by Eunice’s conversations with friends and family. Getting both perspectives shows what these particular events mean to each character, reveals a lot about each character, and explains the current political/economic situation through their observations and reactions.
There are some interesting moments where technology and media are addressed as well. Having Lenny maintain a dated appreciation for books is one way to set him against the technological society he inhabits. Upon returning to his apartment, Lenny talks to his “Wall of Books” (52), telling them “you’re my sacred ones …no one but me still cares about you. But I’m going to keep you with me forever. And one day I’ll make you important again” (52). This says volumes (heh!) about Lenny’s unique appreciation for the printed word. This really isn’t very far from the borderline-irrelevant status of books today. When Lenny speaks with his boss, this love for books is described as a problem. Joshie tells Lenny that “those thoughts, these books, they are the problem …you have to stop thinking and start selling. That’s why all those young whizzes in the Eternity Lounge want to shove a carb-filled macaroon up your ass …you remind them of death. You remind them of a different, earlier version of our species” (66-7). In spite of his expressed desire for immortality, Lenny’s early allegiance to books pegs him as mortal and obsolete. Lenny lets the desire for immortality win out, and starts to distance himself from his books. Later on, he writes in his diary. In one entry, he notes that “I’ve spent an entire week without reading any books or talking about them too loudly. I’m learning to worship my new äppärät’s screen, the colorful pulsating mosaic of it, the fact that it knows every last stinking detail about the world, whereas my books only know the minds of their authors” (78). By accepting the limitations of the book, and embracing the newer media form, Lenny appears to be taking the right steps toward the indefinite extension of his life. I like the treatment of the whole “if you have enough money you don’t have to die” angle of this story. This desire to attain immortality sounds almost pathological. Considering the things Lenny has to give up to chase this dream made me think about extension of life in the classic/cliché “quality over quantity” terms.
Since I started the blog for this class with a reference to a musical act/reference I felt would be appropriate, I’ll end my last post with some more music. It would be a nice bookend (hah!) for the posts. As tangential as it may seem, I kept thinking about a few songs whenever Lenny would talk about immortality. The band Listener describes themselves as “Talk Music” (think a blend of alt-country and spoken word poetry). The songs “I don’t want to live forever” and “you have never lived because you have never died” just seem appropriate, so:
And for those curious about lyrical content...
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I DON’T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER (the city of old emperors)
You've got beet blood in your mouth and lies in your artichoked heart
you’re black eyes stalking through me
with a birdcage for ribs, that vultures trying to get out
it’s scratching your kidney wings
we’re no longer feeding ourselves, the raccoons are eating our dreams
pushing past our feeblery to keep them out, this morning I heard one sing:
there's a whole big world out there my son, be careful don't believe them.
there's a crazy old lady in the sun, she's angry can't you feel it?
if you don’t work hard you’re no son of mine, well I’ve earned these riverbeds
& I’ll drown you out until you’ve made me proud if you won’t learn you’re better off dead.
so, I’m digging in this farm yard trying to find the seeds
forgetting all I have left in this world of course that includes me
so I’m building and I’m learning and leaving nothing unsaid
all I am is all I have, I’ll take this garden for my bed
and these are not just words built like a city of dreams, we have no use for this kingdom
I’m proud of you my friends, may your lives be a symphony of freedom
I don't want to live forever. I just want to live for now
but the angel on my doorstep keeps pointing me towards that plow
so I’m digging in with both my hands, keeping one eye on the door
If I go looking I’ll probably find it, ...and get all I’ve been asking for
I don't want to live forever. I just want to live for me
but your faces just keep haunting ...sometimes it’s all I see
so I’m working hard at learning all I can I’m gonna give it all to you
I’ll keep making payments, until we’re all so straight and true
I want to paint seeds together, and follow you right up to the edge
filled up and spilling like carried cups, and watch the sun go red
but there’s poison right here in our water, and a shark somewhere in the well
I wanna show you my life, show me your life and tell me it’s not the devil
I guess I I feel the way I feel, you make me feel like I‘m alive...
and I’m alive, am I alive, i am alive so you can live...
please come and live, why don’t you live, you can live inside of me...
there’s a home for you inside me, inside of me there is a fire
inside my fire, there is more fire, and in that fire there is truth
but we take our furnace-chests, and run em neck deep into that lake
and let the coals stare us down, one last glare of doubt & hate
but we were wrong, no I was wrong, we’ll just be wrong about some things
and it will never be, it can never be, it should never be this easy
to wash away the fire that burns, we wash away our flame
my eyes saw fire, my heart said escape
i said my eyes saw fire, my heart did escape
it’s the beauty in the struggle has me going keeps me shook
sometimes I can see it in your face God but not in the pages of a book
and there's something in your eye that's asking
I got no answers, just clues for a path to truth
I thought it was you. but yeah, I thought it was me too.
I don't want to live forever. I just want to live for us
but the head on my shoulders keeps driving me to be careless
our brains don’t want to listen, ears squinting for some honesty
it’s gets slippery here, hold on....we are not ourselves probably
I don't want to live forever. I just want to live for you
but the devil round my doorway keeps singing me something new
so I’m listening with idle hands cupped tight around both ears
my minds open like a burned down house, I haven’t died at all this year
YOU HAVE NEVER LIVED BECAUSE YOU HAVE NEVER DIED (star cloister home of wisdom)
ReplyDeleteI saw 13 black crows as black as 3AM
and as big as vultures eyes
with wings hanging to their sides like laundry on the line
they were standing in a circle letting their tongues dry
they’re coming for me like thieves or ghosts
stealing songs, and whispering poems to themselves
about nonsense and existence
I don’t want to die
I saw 4 black eagles, with horns growing towards the ground
like columns or anchors reaching for the bottom
their feathers folded like hands on a man resting in his coffin
bending over each other rattling my bones
drumming out the answers in ways I will need one day
their hooves are giving me growing pains
I sleep like a tornado
I saw 18 black hawks, with beaks full of teeth
roaring like a pack of wolves in perfect V
with hoods over their eyes to cover up what they’ve seen
secrets bouncing off the insides of their lips meant for me
they landed on my life like spears, ears tucked back like arrow feathers
wings spread wide like storm clouds over kansas
hailing on me teaching me their dances, they gave me armor
we will never die, we will never die, I don’t want to die, we will never die
we will never die, but we don’t want to try, I don’t want to die, I won’t let you die
we will never die, we won’t even try, but if we never die, then we never really live
I saw 9 black owls, they were quiet as death
they had talons like antlers growing from their hearts
and they were tearing me apart
each bird was tagged like cattle with one word
and they burned them in to my mind...they read
you have never lived because you have never died
I thought your comment of "quality over quantity" regarding Lenny's choice to give up the things he cares about in order to achieve eternal life interesting. I guess I thought of it my "scientifically," thinking of Darwin and evolution. People survive because they need to adapt in order to survive whether that's naturally, genetically-altered, or lifestyle changes. I honestly never believed Lenny would be able to live forever even if he could afford the treatments because he's reluctant to adapt. As the American economy is collapsing, people around him are adapting-- granted into a superficial society (as Sarah Lahue points out in her blog) to fit into a dystopia-nation, but Lenny still holds onto the old. He's not changing, he's still 20th century while everyone else is evolving into what they need to be in order to survive 21st century. I guess if he does achieve immortality, he'd still be a "fossil from the dinosaur age."
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