Tuesday, September 6, 2022

[Video Game Website COVER LETTER and SUBMISSION SAMPLE]

Let’s be honest.

Most of the applicants for this job will be bringing you an incredible amount of expertise
in video games. I’m speaking specifically of high scores and achievements – capabilities of playing
any particular game with aplomb and talent.

I will not be bringing that to this job.

I am not great at playing video games. I use the term GREAT in its fully superlative
definition. I am GOOD at some games, but I would be hard pressed to name a game which I could
run roughshod over my competitors – except maybe “Bubble Bobble,” MAYBE, and that’s
probably only because I’d be the only one who’s ever in fact played it before. Certainly not a fair
contest. Advanced age is not usually an advantage when it comes to video game feats of fancy.

What I can bring to this job, instead of expertise, is insight. The one thing I feel almost
totally secure in knowing is that I can nearly guarantee to be the only accredited philosophy major
to apply for this job.

If you are looking for pretentiously written reviews, and thematic & literary analysis, you
have found them.

If you are looking for pretentious and stupidly written reviews, and thematic & literary
analysis, I will reiterate my over 10 years’ experience as a near-full time 3rd rate stand-up
comedian in Minnesota’s finest of Twin Cities.

If you are looking for someone to write an essay about how PowerWash Simulator relates
to Jean Baudrillard’s Simulacra and Simulation, I can be that man. You don’t even need to worry
that your demographic hasn’t read that book, because I haven’t read it either, but I can sound like
I have.

This all leads me to congratulate you on finding me, possibly the most out-of-left-field
applicant for this job. What is life without taking a chance on a stupid idea every once in a while?

I look forward to the opportunity to write dumb-smart articles about smart-dumb interactive media, and I hope to hear from you soon. Thank you for your time.


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KATAMARI DAMACY - THE MAW OF KTHULU

The morose toxicity of Late-Stage Capitalism, which is on display in the 2004 release
known as Katamari Damacy (taken from the Ukrainian phrase karta myra do masi, or, “map of the
world to mass”), is beheld in the incessant devouring of everything around it, throughout several
levels as the Kthulian visage of the giant ball which eats all in its path – and the insatiably
accumulative demon which steers it – grows from each of the game’s allegorical levels. First
beginning in a domestic home – showing how the Ouroboros monster of profit first destroys the
family unit – before moving on to the surrounding neighborhood and suburbs, even consuming
metropolises and factory zones, before growing to such as size as to envelop all who might’ve
stood in its way if only they’d noticed its horror sooner, defeating all the world’s militaries, kaiju
monsters (ostensibly the Prince of Space’s only natural enemies), and even god and all his
archangels.

The first and only aphorism that you must live by when playing this game: You must have
no moral qualms, for you have no true friends. The world is only there for your taking, and use,
and only YOUR growth is the righteous justification. In fact the only one you ever need.
Everything is for you. The Katamari is only a reflection of your Will, and it will only grow to the
extent you accept your own power. If something is at first too large to be grasped, you mark that
enemy for vengeance later, and you cast off – gathering safety pins and Legos and such – biding
your time until you have grown into an irrefutable and unstoppable power, and that smug table
lamp who thought it would never have to fear you does come tumbling down like the walls of
Jericho that had been previously erected to a false and pathetic defeated god.

Pay no attention to the incredibly adorable nonsensical J-Pop techno soundtrack which
permeates this dark undertaking. That is but the false strains of propaganda, trying to blind you to
the true terror that is this Ball of Horror that eats everything in its path. My advice to you is to mute the TV and play black speed metal, starting first and foremost fittingly with Metallica’s “The
Thing That Should Not Be.” That will put you in the right mindset, to live the life of a creature who
is clearly an affront to creation and is only meant crush all who stand before you. To live as the
face of oblivion.

This is not a game of subtlety. Not of delicate controls and miniscule increments of chess-like movements. This is rolling flattened scorched earth, absorbing all who would claim to stand
in your way. Except those two bullshit constellation levels, that suddenly end whenever you
accidentally touch the very first Bear or Cow you run into. Which that stupid King of the Cosmos
doesn’t even specify beforehand. So be on the lookout for that.

Never forget, you are the stuff of nightmares. Ask not for forgiveness, because there’s no
god to judge you, just as there is none to hear the cries of those you consume. And because you
know that even if there were A Creator, you’d just end up swallowing him too, throne and all.

Friday, May 27, 2022

INK


I wake up and make tea. I have breakfast, as balanced as I can manage. It’s a nice smooth routine, trying to just stay mobile and moving on to the next goal, one at a time. I also always take a shower while the tea seeps. Multitask.

I put clothes on, and deodorant. Underwear, socks, shirt, whatever. Pants and sweatshirt. Tying my laces, putting my jacket on. I pin the monster against the wall with my boot, and I hack once to the right at its thick throat, a great ecstatic rivulet of blood mashes horizontally to the side across the white pattern of my narrow entryway. I finish zipping my jacket, I put on my mask, and I head out the door.

My car has snow on it. I start the engine to help with the defrost, and start the seat warmers. I am a fancy baby. The snow clearing is always fun. It’s like a little walk. A meander at my own pace, before I’m stuck in my car all day on other people’s time. It feels productive. You can always see the difference that you made. I poke both his eyes out like the three stooges, then I knee him in the stomach and knock his wind out, I put his head behind my front driver’s-side wheel, jump in the seat, kick reverse and lump my car over his black cranium, like smashing a rotted-out goth pumpkin under my wheels.

While I’m driving it’s usually not too bad. I have to concentrate on not hitting people – I certainly couldn’t afford that – and listening to music or comedy almost feels like company. At the very least, it’s distracting enough to keep me from ruminating. Therapist’s orders. Which is good, cause he’s a smart guy.

Some nights when I get home, standing in my kitchen, I can hear someone playing a flute, or a clarinet, somewhere on my floor. Sometimes I want to stroll the hall and find out which unit it’s coming from, but I almost like not knowing. Like it’s just part of the property, like the building is learning how to sing. I try to listen with the door open, leaning against the door frame, but then I can hear sounds coming from other units, and no one needs that shit [“What are you going to do? Wake up from a nightmare and want me to cuddle you until you feel better?” – actual quote overheard in the hallway from one of my neighbors], so I keep the door closed, which blocks out all the other background noise except for the clarinet. I don’t know how it works so perfect, but I certainly feel lucky to have my own personal ambient background track.

Fights happen usually only when I’m thinking of leaving my house. Most of the time I’m pretty safe while I’m here. Most of the time.

Once, though, I woke up at 4:30 am, straight out of sleep. Nothing but a full-body frontal attack. I wasn’t quite on the floor, but that wasn’t for lack of trying, let’s say. I didn’t have anything else to do but wait and punch my way out of it. 2 full hours. Watching the sun come up. A very long night. Sitting on my couch, hunched over with my whole body into one large S shape. Each own individual packet of muscles all over my body was its own C-shaped cramp – writing hand, arms and back, all forward in one direction, legs reared back gripped in the other direction. Like a standing cobra fighting very hard to not bite itself. Almost-stabbing a lot of paper. Ink cuts. Very hard to flow. Very messy. Very painful. Very scary.

Made it through until all muscles were exhausted and dead, including anxious ones. Passed out at 6:30. Woke up at 11:30.


Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Capstone for University of Minnesota - Twin Cities Philosophy Degree

 

Phil Kolas

05-09-22

Philosophy 5009: Existentialism

Final Paper

Final Draft

 

Performing Perpetual Protuberances

Camus' Rebellion, Fight Club's Revolution, & Ellison's Humanity

 

 

ABSTRACT

This essay is in regard to a particular – and, I believe, underexplored – aspect of existentialism; the fact that every act a Being can engage in will automatically yield some sort of antagonism or static from another human being. I believe this has, what one might call, personal consequences in regard to several challenging aspects of personal development and self-definition. Mainly that concerning oneself with displeasing people is already a failed endeavor, which I believe is can be a psychologically freeing facticity.

Following up from that, I continue on to two media examples of oppressive groupthink – an unavoidable source of this antagonism – which I take to be not only unhealthy, but also inherently dishonest and worrisome if one intends to live a life of philosophic clarity.

In conclusion is my belief that life, by definition, is an act of not just self-definition, and not only solitary self-definition, but also of inescapable and constant challenge – from outside forces – to self-definition. And the fact that we are perpetually able to rise to the occasion of that perpetual challenge, if we only first accept that the first person who fights for us must always be us, and that it will always be a fight.

 

“Life is trouble. Only death is not.” – Zorba the Greek 1

 

Every action will be seen as distasteful to someone. I believe this to be granted fact.

All human activity can run up against what one might call static, from somewhere. It's not merely just the existential fact that, for instance, Sartre's young man2 needed to decide between either joining the war or helping feed his mother, and so his choice was, say, "unchosen and awaiting his decision," There may be a void of Correct Selection, that there is no "right answer" until the boy chose it, but also the fact that there is no choice he could have chosen (one, the other, or an unnamed third) that would not have disappointed someone somewhere else. This is not to say whether or not we should allow these third parties to have a say in our decisions. That changes depending on the scenario, the relationship of the third party, etc., and it's a far more challenging an off-topic question for this paper (certainly not that we need to give any credence to the NAZIs the boy would be fighting against, in Sartre's scenario) but I only intend to declare that I believe that, in every decision, it is literally impossible to ever make any decision that will please everyone.

Not only will each action fill a void that has no "right" action, but it's also impossible to choose one that will be eternally approved across all people. Even on writing this, it strikes me as a simplified and obvious platitude, something that would be explained in early grade school to all children, but I'm merely using it as an entry point, that this is not merely a canard of modern society, but has in fact been an inescapable and permanent aspect of the human condition. What's more, I believe it to be vital part of a human being's development, existentially speaking.

Trying to please everyone is not only psychologically unhealthy, I believe it to be literally impossible. I believe this has serious consequences, that every human being must be aware of when making their decision. Existentialism lives not only on the aphorism that "Choosing not to decide, you still have made a choice"3 but also that "There are not only no answers, but also that every possible answer one could choose will inevitably give rise to antagonism somewhere."

To quote De Beauvoir: "One will always work for certain men against other." [pg 108, emphasis mine]4. I would also say, even beyond that, it's entirely possible that there could be decisions that one could make that sets you up against everyone you know, against all people, and only for oneself. This is not to suggest solipsism or encourage selfishness, this is just for setting initial parameters. Both ends of the spectrum now: You could be working only for yourself. Or your decision could only displease a few people. But the number will never be less than one.

I believe every action, decision, breath one can take, etc. to be contrary to something, somewhere, whether the acts are intentionally rebellious or not.

Based first on the galactic, genetic, and statistical facts that merely being alive – either as a life form, a human being, and even yourself specifically – is against such incomprehensible odds, that even being a creature able to draw breath is such an active antagonism against How Things Ought To Be, that even deciding to remain – to not kill oneself – is a declaration of rebuke. This is one of the many conclusions in Camus' Myth of Sisyphus5. Mathematically speaking, You (the royal You, anyone in particular) should not be here. This is contrary to the expected order of things. Life is not a forgone conclusion, if we measure the known area of the universe that has life, against the rest of the known universe that doesn't.

Secondly, To clarify my first premise, I want to refer to Professor Tamara Fakhoury's essay "Eight Dimensions of Resistance" which is an excerpt from her upcoming book regarding resistance and activism. Of specific interest is her explanation of smaller and personal acts of resistance, specifically her opening claim that "Resistance is commonly associated with activism…but people can resist oppression without engaging in activism…Normative theories of resistance should be sensitive to the diversity of ways people can resist oppression."6 She then goes on to explain that resistance can still count as resistance without requiring what you might call a Big Bad to concentrate on:

You can advance in a male-dominated field to get your dream job against pressures to settle for a less ambitious career. You can teach your daughter to be independent because you want her life to go well against norms that tell you to reward her acquiescence. You can stop obsessing over your body weight to focus on more important things in spite of the figure obsessed media. In each of these cases, you resist oppression. And you do so admirably, even morally so. But you do not work to advance any political or humanitarian causes, act collectively with others, or make any public expressions of resistance. You do not engage in any activism. ibid

 

She then goes on to explain the eight dimensions of acts of resistance: Individual/Collective, Private/Public, Local/Global, Loud/Quiet. Her examples include a woman who keeps her last name after being wed would be Individual, or a mother that "aims to reduce a specific effect of oppression on her children's private lives…she may not even care about reducing similar effects on other children…She might do so by buying them gender neutral toys or encouraging them when they take an interest in traditionally male dominated activities." ibid According to Fakhoury, this mother would be engaged in Private and Local resistance.

I don't wish to go much further into the other 5/8 dimensions, merely as a point to make that rebellion or resistance or refusal can already easily be distinguished as something smaller – but no less resolute – than marching, protests, etc. To simplify it into a quote, from 20th century feminism, "The personal is political."7 Fakhoury believes, and I agree, that there are singular things people can do, immediately and right at hand, that can be defined as resistance.

To go beyond that, an approach my larger point however, I want to point to a particular thought of Fakhoury's which I slightly disagree with:

For a person to be resisting oppression, they must also have a basic perception of the oppressive force as bad or unacceptable. The perception must inform her motivation for acting. An agent cannot be said to be resisting if she has no idea that society discourages or forbids her behavior. A woman who resolves never to put on make-up, for example, but is completely unaware of the social forces pressuring women to wear it and punishing women who don't, could hardly be said to be resisting oppression by resolving not to put it on. When a person resists oppression, she pushes back again an oppressive force that she at some level perceives as bad and that she knows would be risky to defy.6

 

I disagree somewhat and submit that for any act to create static against any other particular concept, I do not believe that in fact either party needs to know about the other party, nor their intentions. I believe there is an important (and again, inescapable) baseline point, of every action, where the intentionality (or lack thereof) is inconsequential. While it may not be strict rebellion (which, I'll agree with Fakhoury, requires intentionality), I still believe that every act will be seen as disputable to someone. Even if the actor does not intend to antagonize anyone, AND even if the other party is ignorant of the "offensive" act in question, it would still not disprove my point. Just because something didn't piss you off because it slid under your radar doesn't mean it wouldn't piss you off if you had known about it. I admit, this may strike some as a somewhat cynical presumption, so I'll make the point in a thought experiment:

If you throw an aluminum can into the recycling, ostensibly you are performing a positive act. You are saving resources. Recycling is good for the environment. The majority of society would agree with this course of action. However, recycling that aluminum can could still be seen as a negative in regards to the worker at an aluminum factory, affecting the demand for his product, the income to his industry, etc. It wouldn't even need to be fact that it doesn't affect their bottom line: It's not hard to imagine that there are hundreds of people – employees, managers, CEOs, and shareholders – who would merely perceive the act of recycling as cutting into their bottom line. Without each party (the recycler and the capitalist) needing to even know each other's faces or motivations (remember, the recycler is not thinking against the company in this scenario – it never occurs to them that they could be the villain in anyone's story) we still have the interaction of what you might call Confrontational Static between two world-views, two measurements, two differing personal motivations. Even if neither camp openly declares war (by Fakhoury's point), there is still a conflict occurring, even while they sleep, one might say. This is equally true if the customer decides to throw the can in the regular trash – the reverberations of that act has consequences leading to confrontational static of certain other world-views. One could say that even the animals of nature – mother earth, if one wanted to be grandiose about it – would have a judgment preference (whichever decision leads to less strip-mining, most likely) as to the specific actions of specific agents in specific decisions. Regardless of how genteel any act could be – such as recycling, which I'd obviously agree has had the majority consensus as A Good Deed for quite some time – it is still, I believe, impossible to imagine that it doesn't get someone angry somewhere.

To clarify, in this paper, I have no intention of making particular judgments of certain specific acts. I admittedly intend to have something to say about group think and fascism later on, but for right now I do not mean to make a judgement vis-à-vis recycling, makeup, or reinforcing gender roles in children's toys. I merely wanted to point out the fact that I think every act, that every human being could possibly commit, cannot help but rub up against a differing thought, personal philosophy, subjectivity, etc. etc., whatever one might want to call it. Every decision made is a flag planted, a space carved for that decision that was not there previously. Not only is Being Alive an automatic rebellion against the abyss that would otherwise be the universe without life, I believe every Act of Living to be a form of inescapable and de facto contrariety, to someone, somewhere, whether intended or not.

To borrow again from De Beauvoir,

"He can slip into one of these voids, but there is never one that is molded exactly for him. He can become one of these new men for whom others were waiting, but the new man they awaited was not him. Another would have done just as well. The place that each one occupies is always a foreign place. The bread that one eats is always the bread of another." [pg107]4

 

I would say something similar is true with every choice we make: some party somewhere would find umbrage with it, and we will, as I said, find it impossible to make any choice that could not be disputed by some party, somewhere.

In "The Challenge of Cultural Relativism," James Rachels mentions the following anecdote:

Darius, a king of ancient Persia, was intrigued by the variety of cultures he encountered in his travels. He had found, for example, that the Callatians (a tribe of Indians) customarily ate the bodies of their dead fathers. The Greeks, of course, did not do that—the Greeks practiced cremation and regarded the funeral pyre as the natural and fitting way to dispose of the dead. Darius thought that a sophisticated understanding of the world must include an appreciation of such differences between cultures. One day, to teach this lesson, he summoned some Greeks who happened to be present at his court and asked them what they would take to eat the bodies of their dead fathers. They were shocked, as Darius knew they would be, and replied that no amount of money could persuade them to do such a thing. Then Darius called in some Callatians, and while the Greeks listened asked them what they would take to burn their dead fathers' bodies. The Callatians were horrified and told Darius not even to mention such a dreadful thing. 8

 

This is my point precisely, as well as gives me a chance to mention a digression that I think is pertinent to this topic.

The incredible reach of modern communication via the internet makes people think that perhaps respective social disapproval between world societies is a new problem, that things are "worse than ever", and "pluralism is impossible." I submit that this isn't true, as the above story reveals, but only that there is a higher level of social clashes between two societies that previously didn't have to worry about problems like this, only because they hadn't yet interacted. But, as I said, being oblivious to people doing things that you find morally repugnant is no assumption of allowance. I believe it's not a new problem, and as such I'm not even entirely sure that one would call it a problem, just planetary adjustments to a world that we've already been living in the whole time anyway. I think it's worth drawing attention to moments where it turns out certain issues are not new, and we've in fact survived these old challenges before.

By Fakhoury's examples, rebellious action can still be easily declared, regardless of the relative "size" of the "activism" in question, and (by Rachels' example) it's not impossible to believe that there would be someone – in a planetary scale of 8 billion people and counting – that would declare antagonism against any and all and every one of your choices, whatever they might be. I believe it's inconsequential whether the other party knows about your actions, just the fact that they would be against it is enough for the premise.

 

 

 

“Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.” – Tom Robbins 9

 

So what's the meaning of all this explication regarding static, contrariety, or rebellion? I say again that acting in a way that another human being will raise umbrage or dispute with you and your decision is an inescapable facet of human existence. Not only are no answers provided for you, but any answer you might submit will be rebuked by someone. And, again, not that it "could be" rejected by another party, but either is actively being rejected (because the disputed party is aware of it) or would have been (and only the other party's ignorance allows you to express said choices unmolested).

Every life makes their own space that was not reserved for them.

And in fact every act of that life is pushing against something else.

To continue on to the meat of the matter: if it's granted that any and all acts of human beings create de facto contrariety – drinking water, eating food a certain way, buying lipstick or not, recycling, etc. etc. – this massive umbrella of activity would also have to include all activities of self-improvement, or self-discovery, or self-preservation, or self-care, or setting personal boundaries. In fact anything a human being could do, which that human being declares to be for their own survival or development, would also be seen, by someone somewhere, as inexcusable. There will always be someone, somewhere, who does not want you to reach what's best for you.

To be very clear, I want to make an aside regarding The Stakes of self-definition. A straight white male "coming out of the closet" as being a fan of something "feminine" – expressing their emotions, let's say – and thereby expressing themselves more honestly, does not face the same level of physical risk that someone else would if their declaration was of a gendered or sexuality type of personal expression. This is obvious. I merely want to be sure to lay a clear groundwork, that "making a decision that makes everyone happy" is literally and philosophically impossible, regardless of how genteel or not any decision might be.

So, since every action will disturb someone.

And defining oneself requires action, by the tenets of Existentialism.

Then every action, of a character attempting to define themselves, will disturb someone.

Self-definition is inherently disruptive. It obviously works on different scales, depending on the given scenario, but the measurement will never be zero.

And rebellion – directed, intentional rebellion (far being an anomaly, or an imbalance of humors, or an act of blasphemy against The Universal Order, or something to that effect) is the work of self-definition. Not necessarily that every rebellion is self-definition (which we will get to shortly), but that self-definition automatically (inescapably) entails rebellion. To reflect the first sentence so that it becomes more clear: self-definition is always a work of rebellion.

"To live is, in itself, a value judgment," as Camus puts it in The Rebel[pg 8]10. He paraphrases my above point quite clearly, saying, "Not every value entails rebellion, but every act of rebellion tacitly invokes a value."[pg14]ibid Throughout the book, Camus is dealing – rightfully so – with rebellion regarding enormous questions of human dignity, about slaves under a master's whip, about rebellions turning into bloody revolutions, terrorism and executions, things of that nature. But I believe that the acts of rebellion, the declarations of personal value – in contrariety to other people who either do dispute or would dispute one's acts of self-definition – can also share space and receive support from his great and enormous referents. It's not hard to imagine that creating oneself could be the longest and most difficult project, something that would tower immensely over something else, like just leading a war for independence, by comparison. The dignity of Fakhoury's small acts share relation with these world-wide century long historical arcs of justice which Camus is investigating.

"What is a rebel? A man who says no, but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation. He is also a man who says yes, from the moment he makes his first gesture of rebellion."[pg13]ibid. For our needs here, I would also add that a rebel is someone who says yes to themselves, knowing that saying yes will also always summon a chorus of no-s, from somewhere.

And this, what I might call the Rejection of Encroachment by those No-s, is integral to any human being's attempts at self-definition. A Rejection leading to Self-Preservation. The Yes of Self-Creation always needs bulwarks against the tide of The No-s of the Others, which may reduce in volume but will never entirely cease. "[I]t would therefore be impossible to overemphasize the passionate affirmation that underlies the act of rebellion and distinguishes it from resentment. Rebellion, though apparently negative, since it creates nothing, is profoundly positive in that it reveals the part of man which must always be defended."[pg 19]ibid

So here we have the human being; their meaning is not defined nor provided, but through choice and actions. Their choices and actions cannot be performed without causing a static of some kind, somewhere. One could be forgiven in thinking it's not an enviable position to exist in. But I submit that the greater threat lies in attempting to surrender that De Facto Rebellion, to try to absolve your greater and inescapable responsibilities to a Higher Cause. To act for a cause (instead of to act for oneself) is not only, I believe, inadvisable, but also dangerous, unhealthy, uncertain, and inhumane. Or dehumanizing, to be specific. Being a victim of Groupthink means being a victim of a particular type of Encroachment of No-s. I don't mean to declare all groupings to be inherently evil, but there is always an exchange of humanity occurring, by any act of grouping. To explain, I'll be using an admittedly over-the-top example in modern media, but only because I believe it presents my points so starkly, and memorably.

 

 

 

 

"I love individuals, I hate groups of people. I hate a group of people with a 'common purpose,' cause pretty soon they have little hats, and armbands, and fight songs, and a list of people they're going to visit at 3 am." – George Carlin11

 

The film Fight Club12 by David Fincher shows, I believe, a very clear and step by step example of a particular character's act of rebellion transforming into something nefarious and damaging, by their piecemeal absorption into what eventually becomes a dehumanizing – what we might call objectifying – existence. The narrator (played by Edward Norton, who for interests of clarity we'll call Jack, from the magazine articles regarding Jack's organs in the film) finds himself almost vacuumed up into A Meaning, one declared by another being (Tyler Durden) who then uses him and others for his (Tyler's) own goals. It's not so much only the fact that what one would be joining in Fight Club is deceptive and unhealthy (it is), but I'm also intending to use Fight Club as a cautionary road map for what happens when someone joins any group with a Higher Purpose. There is a peculiar form of dishonesty and manipulation that's inherent in joining quite nearly anything, which has ramifications for the discussion of this paper regarding Authentic Human Development.

In a quick summary of the movie: Jack is initially attending several support groups for different extreme medical conditions (tuberculosis, sickle-cell anemia, brain parasites, melanoma, etc. – none of which he's actually afflicted with) in order to feel secure and emotionally supported (almost by a semi-placebo effect, you might say), and in order to cure his anxiety and insomnia. He lacks a community, to put it mildly – being a corporate delegate for a major car company, he lives a temporal existence, almost entirely in airports, airplanes, and hotels – and eventually, after meeting Tyler Durden, he forms a Fight Club, which is merely a type of violent consensual sparring with other male strangers as an act of dual-respective emotionally cathartic therapy. Eventually Fight Club morphs into Project Mayhem, a specifically Anarchist Philosophy activism group, who go around defacing or blowing up corporate property, and other signifiers of late-stage capitalism, and eventually reaching a pinnacle in the successful demolition of several major banking headquarter locations, wiping the entire nation's credit scores back to zero across the board for all citizens "creating total chaos." Without going too deeply into the overall cinematic details, they succeed in all of this. The buildings explode, the film finishes, and the credits roll.

What's important for our interests is the slow crawl of something that changes, from a relatively meager support group of disconnected men, into a nationwide anarchist group. To lift from Camus' The Rebel speaking of rebellion (but it can easily apply here): "In studying its actions and its results, we shall have to say, each time, whether it remains faithful to its first noble promise, or if, through indolence or folly, it forgets its original purpose and plunges into a mire of tyranny or servitude."[pg22]10

Throughout the movie, we're well aware that it's not so much that the minions of Project Mayhem have no values, but that they have no values of their own. Their values descend only from Tyler Durden's suggestion, which are specifically nihilistic: "Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else." [90'] Tyler also believes that modern society as a whole is engaged in an inescapable death knell, that the acts of consumerism lead to an inner void, a lack of self-worth, that is ultimately a dead end.

- Do you know what a duvet is?

- A comforter.

- It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense? No. What are we, then?

- I dunno. Consumers?

- Right. We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty. These things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra.

- Martha Stewart.

- Fuck Martha Stewart. She's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may. [29:45']

 

I'm not intending to make any judgement on this particular philosophy – the pros and cons of anarchy per se, that's off the topic of this paper – but what does interest me, what is important for this paper, is how, over the course of the film, Tyler succeeds in not merely verbally convincing other characters of his particular world-view, but of locking them in a slippery slope into doing his bidding; problematic brainwashing, to be honest. The act of getting people to exchange their own personal goals in order to be his puppets, for his goals. The respective comparisons of anarchism, communism, capitalism, etc. are not what we're investigating, but rather the act of manipulating people and removing their agency.

As we know that the story ends with the wanton destruction of several large corporate towers, it's important to go back to the beginning, to where I believe Tyler first directed them off the path from originally being a mere support group.

The initial support group form of Fight Club had 8 rules:

1)      Don't Talk About Fight Club

2)      Don't Talk About Fight Club

3)      Someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over

4)      Only two guys to a fight

5)      One fight at a time

6)      No shirts, no shoes

7)      Fights will go on as long as they have to

8)      If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight. [43']

These, as far as initial ground rules are concerned, are fairly legitimate, I believe. Beyond the first rules requiring secrecy, all the rest are well formulated restrictions, requiring limitation and (most importantly) consent and directness. This wasn't random fisticuffs between a basement full of dozens of men simultaneously. This was only two combatants at once, previously mutually agreed on, who everyone else was watching while they fought. As the narrator Jack puts it: "Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues... Like at a Pentecostal church. When the fight was over, nothing was solved. But nothing mattered. Afterwards, we all felt saved." [46'] This still strikes me as worthy of being considered as a support group. When you attend a support group for tuberculosis, sickle-cell anemia, brain parasites, melanoma, etc., you're obviously not physically or literally curing particular affliction – you're not "doing anything" per se – but you are providing a centered community of likeminded people, regarding one particular goal – in this case, survival – so you can push on to the next day and keep your personal fight going. Support groups are obviously not meant to be curative, but I would say certainly cathartic. But as possibly unnerving as, say, Alcoholics Anonymous might be for some people, you have to admit there's nothing in their charter that you could accuse them of having plans of either anarchic world domination or incendiary economic terrorism. I believe the same could be said of this initial fight club. Somewhat cultish at most, but still clear and consensual for all parties involved, with clear emotional goals.

The corner is turned, however, at the 74' mark in the movie, when Tyler Durden gives the men in Fight Club what he calls homework assignments. They are to "go out, you're going to start a fight with a total stranger. You're going to start a fight, and you're going to lose." The movie then serves us an entertaining montage of the men picking fights with bike couriers, car salesmen, and a priest, among others, and losing intentionally.

These instructions violate at least 5 rules – all rules #3 through #7 – of Fight Club. We have several strangers begging them to stop picking a fight ("Now this is not as easy as it sounds," says Jack. "Most people, normal people, would do just about anything to avoid a fight.") This violates the consent and limitation aspects of both rules 3 & 7; as well as the men engaging in attempting to pick fights with multiple people simultaneously, a violation of rule 4; the montage edits between multiple fights interchangeably, violating rule 5; and each fight is unprepared and sudden against each victim, making it also a violation of rule 6 (since obviously neither party had a chance to remove any articles of clothing). These are not fights, these are attacks. The entire sequence also goes against Jack's earlier declaration that "Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing," because here we have orders from on high to intentionally take a dive in a fight. This scene is what we might call Tyler's First Request of Dishonesty: He has dismissed almost all the ground rules that made Fight Club a fight club. And immediately it doesn't seem, to the movie characters at least, if anything's changed. They continue basement meetings and fights.

Shortly thereafter, however, he begins a culling process, holding tryouts on his front porch, for applicants of some sort (Jack doesn't know why, but we learn later that it's to join Project Mayhem). Tyler elucidates his acceptance process:

-  If the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.

- Applicant?

- If the applicant waits three days without food, shelter, or encouragement, he may then enter and begin his training.

- Training for what? [87']

 

This is no longer a support group, functioning on good faith, to accept and lend encouragement to whoever may be searching for it. This is the beginning of an abusive relationship, lead off by a form of gas-lighting and insulting demeanor, known as negging13. This is not therapeutic anymore; this has entered into manipulation.

Again, this is a rather stark Hollywood example of joining a group with a Common Purpose, but I believe it makes a point that's still pertinent to our discussion: at this point (in joining any group) You will have seceded at least some agency as far as qualitative judgments are concerned. Who is right to join, and What goals are acceptable to pursue, has become part and parcel of your allegiance in a new group. This applies to any new group, not just anarchist, communist, capitalist, revolutionary, or etc. Joining a group means there is now another extra source of possible contrariety if one suddenly decided to pursue one's own self-image or self-goals, or self-boundaries, etc. Metaphorically speaking, the cliché that "There's never a good time for you to take your PTO, according to your boss," applies also to goal oriented groups like these; they will take as much of your time as you are willing to volunteer. They have an explicit preference. They'll obviously be the last ones to tell you if you're spending too much time at the office, if your life begins to become unbalanced, as long as it's to their benefit.

This leads to the next noteworthy scene in the movie, while Tyler and Jack are arguing while driving in the rain, with two Project Mayhem minions in the back seat. Of first note is Jack's demand to know more about Project Mayhem's goals, which leads to the sycophants in the back seat shouting him down that "THE FIRST RULE OF PROJECT MAYHEM IS YOU DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS" which is already an incredibly worrisome fascist declaration just on its own. But also worth noting is that at one point Tyler asks the men in the back seat "What do you wish you'd done before you died?" and the answers are to paint a self-portrait, and to build a house.[97'] With all the gardening, anarchy pranks, painting, cleaning, and general busy-work that Tyler has been subjecting them to up to this point (since their applications were accepted), we now have clear evidence that Tyler does not have these men's best interests – their personal goals and development – as his priority. It's clear that he has been using them for his own ends, and their personal goals are inconsequential. To quote Tyler directly, at the end of the movie when Jack is trying to stop him:

- I beg you, please don't do this.

- I'm not doing this. We are doing this. This is what we want.

- No. I don't want this.

- Right. Except 'You' is meaningless now. We have to forget about you." [130:30']

 

It's a stark example, but worth remembering: your own projects are your own projects, and anytime you can squeeze in your life for those personal projects is counter-productive to your job, your boss, your co-workers, your fellow group members, etc. If these men decided to quit Project Mayhem and pursue their personal goals, they – and their quest for personal dignity – would be in rebellion against Project Mayhem, even if they didn't directly intend to actually destroy or stop Project Mayhem by leaving it. Their cross-purpose-ness would be unavoidable. It would be de facto.

Also worth mentioning is group resentment, used by Tyler Durden, which facilitates the other men in Fight Club into first becoming his minions. This key speech almost immediately precedes Tyler's First Dishonesty with the homework assignments we mentioned earlier.

"I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables - slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war... Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off." [70', emphasis mine]

 

This is almost directly comparable in Camus' The Rebel, wherein, attempting to define the positivity of rebellion, he contrasts it with the negativity of resentment, as defined by Scheler.

Rebellion is, in fact, much more than pursuant of a claim, in the strongest sense of the word. Resentment is very well defined by Scheler as an autointoxication—the evil secretion, in a sealed vessel, of prolonged impotence. Rebellion, on the contrary, breaks the seal and allows the whole being to come into play…Scheler is also right in saying that resentment is always highly colored by envy. But one envies what one does not have, while the rebel's aim is to defend what he is…According to Scheler, resentment always turns into either unscrupulous ambition or bitterness…But in both cases it is a question of wanting to be something other than what one is…The rebel, on the contrary, from his very first step, refuses to allow anyone to touch what he is. He is fighting for the integrity of one part of his being."[pg 17-18, emphasis mine]10

 

As we've established, Tyler has no interest in helping the Project Mayhem applicants to "allow their whole being to come into play" by letting them paint their self-portraits or build their houses, they're merely tools for attaining his unscrupulous anarchist ambitions: "But at this extremity nothing else is possible but death or resurrection…all the nihilist rebels rush to the outmost limits, drunk with destruction."[pg 65]ibid

To return to the particular flavor of nihilism that's inherent in Project Mayhem specifically – and their abandonment of each Applicant's personal projects of personal development – the definition comes most succinctly from Friedrich Nietzsche, quoted by Camus in The Rebel: "'My enemies,' says Nietzsche, 'are those who want to destroy without creating their own selves.'"[pg9]ibid The men Tyler finds to do his bidding are clearly each disaffected from something personal, whatever emotional lack lead them to use Fight Club as a palliative. But after rejecting whatever disappointing place in society they formerly had (a motivation that we may in fact sympathize with), they immediately shave their head, remove all identifying features, dress entirely in black, and sign themselves up to be a "Space Monkey! Ready to be shot into space. Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good." [90]

Here we are dealing with what Simone De Beauvoir called Serious Men:

"He loses himself in the object in order to annihilate his subjectivity…He suppresses himself to the advantage of the Thing, which, sanctified by respect, appears in the form of a Cause, science, philosophy, revolution, etc…The serious man gets rid of his freedom by claiming to subordinate it to values which would be unconditioned. He imagines that the accession of these values likewise permanently confers values on himself…The thing that matters to the serious man is not so much the nature of the object which he prefers to himself, but rather the fact of being able to lose himself in it."14

 

Handing oneself over to A Greater Good is by definition a reduction, a depletion of a human being's personal development, for the development of something else. Again, this is not necessarily to besmirch every communal activity project (obviously most will be hopefully far less damaging that the one eventually portrayed in Fight Club), only to note that self-definition is automatically a contrariety to any group that attempts to provide definition for its members.

Also in De Beauvoir is the definition of the Adventurer, which will somewhat help us in defining Tyler Durden. By De Beauvoir, the Adventurer "likes action for its own sake," but:

"it should be noticed that the adventurer's attitude is not always pure. Behind the appearance of caprice, there are many men who pursue a secret goal of utter seriousness; for example, fortune or glory. They proclaim their skepticism in regard to recognized values [remember the "consumerism" speech earlier in the movie -PK].ibid

 

It's also worth noting that the Adventurer is not without hope, as long as he continues upwards, and extends his goals to allow others their own form of freedom and self-development.

"He can become conscious of the real requirements of his own freedom, which can will itself only by destining itself to an open future, by seeking to extend itself by means of the freedom of others. Therefore, in any case, the freedom of other men must be respected and they must be helped to free themselves…But the man who acts in this way, whose end is the liberation of himself and others, who forces himself to respect this end through the means which he uses to attain it, no longer deserves the name of adventurer. One would not dream for example, of applying it to a Lawrence, who was so concerned about the lives of his companions and the freedom of others, so tormented by the human problems which all action raises. One is then in the presence of a genuinely free man. The man we call an adventurer, on the contrary, is one who remains indifferent to the content, that is, to the human meaning of his action, who thinks he can assert his own existence without taking into account that of others…Thus, nothing prevents him from sacrificing these insignificant beings to his own will to power. He will treat them like instruments; he will destroy them if they get in his way [Emphasis mine] …he cannot win the game without making himself a tyrant or a hangman...Favorable circumstances are enough to transform the adventurer into a dictator. He carries the seed of one within him ["YOU DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS"], since he regards mankind as an indifferent matter destined to support the game of his existence. ["'You' is meaningless now."]ibid

 

As I said at the beginning of this section, Fight Club as a whole is obviously an exaggerated example of the nefariously slow absorption that Greater Good Causes can have in regards to their member's individual goals of self-definition and self-actualization. But it's meant as a symbolic place-holder for the final point I intended: Every act is definitely an act of contrariety against something or someone. In the event joining a Serious Cause, the only thing that would become clear would be exactly what one would be up against if one decided later to attempt pursuing one's own personal goals.

Not all groupings are inherently evil, but all groupings do involve an automatic, inescapable exchange between Self-Definition being traded for Assisting in Another's Definition. Hopefully shared, but it obviously will always hold the risk of becoming "problematic", to say the least, when it reaches a particular size, or begins pursuing particular goals. Without knowing (or being able to define) the exact numerical membership size, or a compendium of specifically worrisome goals, it is all still always something to be cautiously aware of. It's never something to relax about.

 

 

To defy the laws of tradition is a crusade only of the brave. – Primus15

 

As an artistic counter-argument – a How To, if you will, in comparison to Fight Club's list of What Not To Do – we have the novel Invisible Man, by Ralph Ellison. Worth immediate mention is the similarities between Project Mayhem in Fight Club, and the symbolic (or literal) stand-in for the communist party, The Brotherhood, in Invisible Man.

"The committee makes your decisions, and it is not its practice to give undue importance to the mistaken notions of the people...Such crowds are only our raw materials, one of the raw materials to be shaped by our program….We do not shape our policies to the mistaken and infantile notions of the man in the street. Our job is not to ask them what they think but to tell them."

"You've said that," I said, "and that's one thing you can tell them yourself. Who are you, anyway, the great white father?"

"Not their father, their leader. And your leader. And don't forget it."

"My leader sure, but what's your exact relationship to them?"

His red head bristled. "The leader. As leader of the Brotherhood I am their leader."

"But are you sure you aren't their great white father?...Wouldn't it be better if they called you Marse Jack?" [pg 461-462]16

 

 

The Protagonist of Invisible Man (who remains unnamed, similar to Jack in Fight Club, coincidentally) is attempting to lodge a complaint with the Brotherhood, that they have abandoned the well-being of the black citizens of Harlem, for some reason he does not (yet) understand. Brother Jack (the head of the Brotherhood, who the Protagonist is speaking with), refers constantly to both members and the people being "the raw materials shaped by our program." All people are only to be used as tools for the Brotherhood's greater good, "And do you know what discipline is, Brother?…It's sacrifice, sacrifice, SACRIFICE."[pg 464]ibid

The Protagonist is attempting to rebel against the oppression of the communist Brotherhood, where they planned on using not just him but the entire race of black people as pawns in their greater political goals. In fact, this was a known issue at the time this book was being written, as explained by Aime Cesaire (a French black poet) in his resignation letter to the communist party:

I have become convinced that our paths and the paths of communism as it has been put into practice are not purely and simply indistinguishable…In any case, it is clear that our struggle — the struggle of colonial peoples against colonialism, the struggle of peoples of color against racism—is more complex, or better yet, of a completely different nature than the fight of the French worker against French capitalism, and it cannot in any way be considered a part, a fragment, of that struggle…For my part, I believe that black peoples are rich with energy and passion, that they lack neither vigor nor imagination, but that these strengths can only wilt in organizations that are not their own: made for them, made by them, and adapted to ends that they alone can determine…Under these conditions, it will be understood that we cannot delegate anyone else to think for us, or to make our discoveries for us; that, henceforth, we cannot allow anyone else, even if they are the best of our friends, to vouch for us…What I want is that Marxism and communism be placed in the service of black peoples, and not black peoples in the service of Marxism and communism. That the doctrine and the movement would be made to fit men, not men to fit the doctrine or the movement. And, to be clear, this is valid not only for communists. If I were Christian or Muslim, I would say the same thing. I would say that no doctrine is worthwhile unless rethought by us, rethought for us, converted to us…so ingrained in Europe (from the extreme right to the extreme left) is the habit of doing for us, arranging for us, thinking for us — in short, the habit of challenging our possession of this right to initiative of which I have just spoken, which is, at the end of the day, the right to personality…the French Communist Party conceives of its duties toward colonized peoples in terms of a position of authority to fill…we no longer want to remain content with being present while others do politics…that the French Communist Party has never bothered itself to offer even that; that it has never thought of us in any way other than in relation to a world strategy.[Emphasis mine]17

 

This letter, and the last 1/4 of Invisible Man, is certainly concerned with the nigh-inescapable eventual fact of a human being be subsumed to a Greater Cause if they are not perpetually vigilant. Any group one joins is a group worth maintaining at least a ground level of suspicion, in all interactions.

This manipulation is spelled out directly, shortly after The Protagonist's argument with Brother Jack, when the Invisible Man goes to the local chapter's intellectual professor in charge of social education:

"[T]here's nothing to be done about it that wouldn't upset the larger plan. It's unfortunate, Brother, but your members will have to be sacrificed…the interests of one group of brothers must be sacrificed to that of the whole…"

"But shouldn't sacrifice be made willingly by those who know what they are doing? My people don't understand why they're being sacrificed. They don't even know they're being sacrificed."

"…All of us must sacrifice for the good of the whole. Change is achieved through sacrifice. We follow the laws of reality, so we make sacrifices."

"But the community is demanding equality of sacrifice," I said. "We've never asked for special treatment.

"It isn't that simple, Brother," he said…"It's inevitable that some must make greater sacrifices than others…"

"That 'some' being my people…"

"In this instance, yes."

"So the weak must sacrifice for the strong? Is that it, Brother?"

"No, a part of the whole is sacrifice—and will continue to be until a new society is formed."[pg 490-491]16

 

Hambro laughed, "I thought you had learned about that, Brother."

I looked at him quickly. "Learned what?"

"That it's impossible not to take advantage of the people…"

"…Cynicism," I said.

"Not cynicism—realism. The trick is to take advantage of them in their own best interests…"

"Look at me! Look at me!" I said. Everywhere I've turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my good—only they were the ones who benefitted. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop? Is this the new true definition, is Brotherhood a matter of sacrificing the weak? If so, at what point do we stop?"[pg 493-494]ibid

 

All of this culminating in a riot in Harlem in Chapter 25, which he deduces was allowed to happen by the Brotherhood, in order to further their goals. ibid

 

 

“Everyone's got the right to make an ass out of themselves." – Maude18

 

In conclusion, to retrace our steps back to a smaller and more personal arena, we will end again with the perpetual challenge of the Singular Human, and their attempt to design themselves by their own designs, and the inevitable and inescapable antagonism that every single one of those decisions will engender (to quote the Invisible Man, "Some folks call me a traitor because I've been working downtown; some would call me a traitor if I was in Civil Service and others if I simply sat in my corner and kept quiet."[pg 456]16), we are at the final conclusion, and only solutions available – if one would even deign to call them solutions; since these are problems with no cessation, it may be better to refer to them as survival techniques.

To paraphrase Sartre again, "There is this in common between art and morality, that in both we have to do with creation and invention." Life, "has always to be invented."2 There's not much to be said about the project of making oneself that doesn't seem challenging. And to be honest, this paper is not so much about finding ways to make life easier. But only to accentuate the fact that it's impossible to invent yourself into anything without making someone disappointed. Even dismissing the extremisms of Project Mayhem or The Brotherhood, any cause is by definition an Other Cause compared to one's Personal Cause. Anything you choose that appeals to you, or any time you take to yourself, to set your boundaries, to declare your self-worth – anything of any personal pursuit or development – will be disputed by someone somewhere. With membership in a formulated group, you could very possibly just be only giving a name and face to whatever will try to stop you later.

And what is it to make oneself? What does the shape take? Where do the blueprints come from? As the Invisible Man has shown us, only from oneself. After the saga of the book – since the actual chapters are all taking place before the "current" time, the Prologue and Epilogue, in which we and the protagonist are looking back at what we've just recently read and he's just recently lived – the Protagonist looks back at all the dishonesties and manipulations and involuntary sacrifices that he had been put through, which make up the entire plots and revolving scenarios of this great book.

Speaking of that time, in reflection while in the after time:

"All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory, I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself [pg 15]…I try belatedly to study the lessons of my own life…Well, now I've been trying to look through myself, and there's a risk in it. I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest…I've tried to give my friends the incorrect, absurd answers they wished to hear…But here was the rub: Too often, in order to justify them, I had to take myself by the throat and choke myself until my eyes bulged and my tongue hung out and wagged like the door of an empty house in a high wind. Oh yes, it made them happy and it made me sick. So I became ill of affirmation, of saying "yes" against the nay-saying of my stomach—not to mention my brain…I was pulled this way and that for longer than I can remember. And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own. I have also been called one thing and then another while no one really wished to hear what I called myself. So after years of trying to adopt the opinions of others I finally rebelled.[pg 559-560]16

 

It's worth noting that Ellison used "rebelled" instead of "stood up for myself," or some likewise genteel verb, since I believe (and I think Camus would agree) that those are both equally synonymous. All "standing up" entails rebellion. Always. And we know for certain that Ellison had considerable interaction with and appreciation for Camus & the existentialists, years before beginning to write this story.19 These themes – the Constant Challenges to Declaring Your Personhood – were serious issues for every major writer at this time. And just like Camus in The Rebel – "I rebel, therefore we exist" [pg 22]10 – Ellison knows that the conclusions he's reaching have much farther and greater ramifications than just whether one man has decided to accept himself.

"Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway?—diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you'll have no tyrant states…think of what the world should lose if that should happen. America is woven of many strands; I would recognize them and let it so remain…Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat. Our fate is to become one, and yet many—This is not prophecy, but description." [pg 563-564]16

 

And Ellison's final sentence – that "on the lower frequencies, I speak for you" ibid – recalls this final unity with all other men who are going through similar challenges, and through perpetual (and, again, unending) struggles in order to define themselves. This is when he ascends to De Beauvoir's Free Man, the one she compares to T.E. Lawrence, who uses his freedom in order to concern himself with helping other's freedom.14 To "not be a master of others or their slave."[pg 45]20

And the singular person's quest to define themselves, to "slip into one of these voids" as De Beauvoir puts it, "but there is never one that is molded exactly for him,"4 entails shouldering and elbowing open a space that was not automatically granted or awaiting you. In the prologue, the Protagonist is living in a clean and warm sewer hole (obviously not originally intended for living in, but carved out by our hero, nonetheless), supplied with electricity he's been stealing from a utility company, making an elegant closing metaphor for our themes of carving out one's space, and accepting, guiltlessly, the inescapable static of personhood, that someone would try to stop you, even if they might not yet know about your existence:

"For instance, I have been carrying on a fight with Monopolated Light and Power for some time now. I use their service and pay them nothing at all, and they don't know it. Oh, they suspect that power is being drained off, but they don't know where. All they know is that according to the master meter…a hell of a lot of free current is disappearing somewhere in the jungle of Harlem…My hole is warm and full of light. Yes, full of light. I doubt there is a brighter spot in all of New York than this hole of mine…Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form…That is why I fight my battle with Monopolated Light & Power. The deeper reason, I mean: it allows me to feel my vital aliveness…In my hole in the basement there are exactly 1,369 lights…an act of sabotage, you know."[pg 5-7, emphasis mine]16

 

All the lessons and failures our character has gone through, and he learns this vital trick – this Self-Sufficiency through Sabotage, you might call it – from all those failures. From only those failures. From only himself. No one person in his travels taught him this. If anything, they were banking and hoping and trying to teach him every lesson except that one. But he has learned it just the same, from no other source but himself. His stolen outer light a symbol for his self-provided inner light, despite quite literally hundreds of people and well over 500 pages of experiences trying to make him believe otherwise. A living example of what Camus spoke of when he said, “In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”21

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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17.  "Letter to Maurice Thorez"; Aime Cesaire; 1956

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