do you ever remember the note the scribe left at the end of catullus manuscript G and want to burst into tears
colophon from manuscript G (36 recto), trans. oakley
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do you ever remember the note the scribe left at the end of catullus manuscript G and want to burst into tears
colophon from manuscript G (36 recto), trans. oakley
karen’s favorite twilight zone episodes (6/x): (1x11) and when the sky was opened (wr. r. serling & richard matheson; dir. douglas heyes)
Once upon a time, there was a man named Harrington, a man named Forbes, a man named Gart. They used to exist, but don’t any longer. Someone - or something- took them somewhere. At least they are no longer a part of the memory of man. And as to the X-20 supposed to be housed here in this hangar, this, too, does not exist. And if any of you have any questions concerning an aircraft and three men who flew her, speak softly of them - and only in - The Twilight Zone.
of course we must remember the og existential horror
as always there is much to be said (derogatory) of the psychology & cultural weight around the american superb and small town in sci-fi and horror
nooo 1940s scifi author don't create a beautiful atmosphere of unknowable existential eeriness & isolation & then ruin it by revealing at the last moment it was actually very knowable & in fact overly-described evil monsters or space aliens........ your short story was so promising aha.....
I really enjoy this sort of sci-fi/horror theme/concept of like things & people disappearing from the world without leaving a trace -- like not just from physical existence but memory & history as well -- and so I've been reading through a sort of chain of these mid 20th century short stories involving this which I think probably must been. well I don't really agree w the idea of "copies" in a negative sense but like reworkings of each others' concepts, which has been really interesting. this started bc for years I've been sort of obsessed with the twilight zone episode "and when the sky was opened" (1959) which absolutely terrified me at 12 years old, about three astronauts who crash land back on earth from their journey into space but then slowly become overcome with the feeling that they weren't "meant" to make it back, and then as if to "correct" this mistake (them surviving this trip) they start one by one disappearing from memory, photos, records, etc. this episode is listed on wikipedia as an adaption of the short story "disappearing act" (1953) by richard matheson, however these both also bear a really strong resemblance to an earlier short story called "private - keep out" (1949) by philip macdonald (I actually think the twilight zone episode bears a stronger resemblance to the earlier story but that's another thing. I'm sure they were probably both an influence)
both these short stories are about men who's acquaintances & connections & important life elements start slowly disappearing as if they'd never existed, no one remembers them, they've disappeared from photos etc. until basically all their connections to the world & people who would recognise them and remember them have dissolved away and then they eventually disappear themselves. in "disappearing act" this is not explained at all or really have much of a sense of like. higher concepts. it's just something that happens to the protagonist (who is gone but whose journal -- which ends mid sentence to indicate what happened. very fun ofc -- we are reading). maybe sort of a product or consequence of his dissatisfaction & disconnect in his life, but it's never really gone into. in "private - keep out" the main character is talking to a distressed friend who is explaining that their lifelong mutual friend & his wife (who the narrator doesn't remember) have disappeared from the world & he's the only one who remembers them. he says this is after they all three had this really strong sense of (almost) grasping a sort of bigger understanding of the world & its workings. and then midway through this conversation the friend goes to make a phone call & never comes back, leaving the narrator to wonder when this might happen to him
but anyways there's this even earlier short story called "the street that wasn't there" (1941) by clifford d simak and carl jacobi, which is not exactly the same idea as the later three stories but has some similarities & may have been an influence. in this one an extremely isolated man who basically stays entirely in his neighborhood & talks to nobody starts to notice that parts of his neighborhood are disappearing as if they were never there -- e.g. a whole block between two other blocks disappears so the two others are next to each other now -- and as it disappears more and more he starts to put together that this is connected to basically major plagues and wars in the outside world he has entirely tuned out (dubious but we'll suspend our disbelief), and that basically because everyone has died out their memory & idea of the world has disappeared too, and so the world is physically disappearing around him without the people to like. see it or experience it, and he's alone. and slowly his less important memories of the world & the relevent piece of the physical world disappear around him and gets smaller & smaller.
which is a really neat idea!! and I was interested in it even when it brings in this idea that like. humans are not the only beings out there with a conceptualisation of the universe, so as humans and their perception & its physical reflection in the world dies out, it gets outweighed by like a potentially alien version perception & physical reflection of the universe instead. but then the story starts framing this as like a deliberate malevolent attack on the part of aliens or whatever they are instead of just a natural occurrence which. uh. and in a stunning break of immersion the main character starts seeing this like classic sci-fi alien city with a giant evil alien face staring down at him (???) . there has got to be some sort of deeply unfortunate political/cultural/psychological analysis of this tbh bc it left an extremely bad taste in the mouth but I'm at work. but like even bad politics aside this drives me crazy because what makes the other stories so good is like that you don't know all that. and that even where there's a 'greater force' as it were it may even be happening accidentally. in "and when the sky was opened" it's almost framed as just the universe correcting a mistake in fate (which is imo my favourite of the set) which is really all you need, it's scary but it's not anything tangible just a sense of dread & wrongness really. anyways I'm not really going anywhere with this but augh. I'm annoyed by how it fumbled the whole concept
nooo 1940s scifi author don't create a beautiful atmosphere of unknowable existential eeriness & isolation & then ruin it by revealing at the last moment it was actually very knowable & in fact overly-described evil monsters or space aliens........ your short story was so promising aha.....
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obviously people should be able to do whatever they want with their appearance but it's so tragic how many men there are walking around out there who would look like 10x hotter with long hair & who will probably never even try it . or even think of it
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I’m not trying to play devil’s advocate about the Tolkien and race post, I agree with most of what you’re saying about the denial. But modern non fiction Marxist critics forget one thing that hopefully fandom doesn’t, that is to give the author grace instead of immediately deciding that the racial politics of his work is intentional. I accept Tolkien was a conservetive, but I find it hard to believe that he was exposed to anti racist thought like we are today. I think it’s important to acknowledge the biases in his writing, but not decide it as intentional, because he’s a linguist based in a very white part of England, whose background is in European history who did not anticipate a world where migration is the norm. Of course that doesn’t make the text less racist but it’s an important thing to consider. That’s all, I agree with your other points.
Thanks for the question, and please bear with me re asks gang, I was stupid enough to leave inbox on for a while, not realising the post would break containment, so I’m snowed under atm ☠️
So there’s a lot of talk about Tolkien being ‘of his time and class’ but precious little about what that environment actually looked like other than comparing him to his fellow religious conservative Oxford dons. ‘Of his time’ is not a neutral statement and it certainly isn’t applicable to Tolkien, but more importantly, ‘norms of his time’ seem to often be, in this fandom, calibrated to ‘what Tolkien said’ rather than ‘what was actually happening then’.
Anyway, I will try to be a little more direct than in that last post. So the “the fundamentally racist elements of the legendarium are because Tolkien was a man of his time” line really annoys me (and others!) because imo it lets Tolkien's own Oxford tea table stand in for the entire twentieth century as if there wasn't an entire world outside the Inkling Orgy arguing furiously about race and empire.
I can give you an example literally from Oxford itself! The Indian Majlis had been meeting at Oxford since 1896! The Majlis, for those who might not be aware, was a full-on political and debating society which produced a fuckton of the people who'd go on to lead independence movements across South Asia. This was not some obscure footnote he would need to trudge to a specialist archive to dig up, and I can confirm that attending debates and discussion groups is, was, and has always been a large part of Oxford University life. Ie this was happening in his university in his lifetime among people of his class group he'd have had every opportunity to meet and engage with, whose existence he absolutely would have been aware of.
I have a longer post cooking abt the historical elements of Tolkien as a man of his time re ideological genealogies and contemporaries, but in the meanwhile I just want to say by his own letters (letter 83, written in 1944), Tolkien was an avowed supported of General Franco, which a) most writers of his generation were in active and public opposition to Franco and b) Tolkien spends a not inconsiderate part of his letter bitching about how the notoriously conservative C S Lewis himself is opposed to Franco and infected by "Red propaganda" and c) if it comes to fellow Catholics, Graham Greene himself opposed Franco, even if he was unhappy abt murders of priests. And I also think it is very important to note re the stewarding of these conversations that there are exactly two papers on Tolkien's support for Franco, one by an independent scholar and one by the head of the Tolkien Society in Spain, who managed a private interview with Priscilla Tolkien and who cited her godfather having been a Francoist himself - and THAT author is, guess what??? a fucking Francoist himself. The conversations and scholarship about Tolkien are NOT happening in a neutral and "normal" space.
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