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Showing posts with label Fahrenheit 451. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fahrenheit 451. Show all posts

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Midnight in Paris vs. Paris in the Twentieth Century

Juxtaposing Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris with Jules Verne’s newly discovered work, The Lost Novel: Paris in the Twentieth Century

Rosy-tinged, nostalgic 1998 vs. Stressful modern times 2014
Given the opportunity, would you rather live in a historical golden age or a future dystopia?

The question arose after Kenneth and I visited the National Art Gallery in D.C. I complained that the curator of the museum had arranged some fine pieces of Renaissance, Dutch, Impressionist, and Abstract art in a senseless hodgepodge manner. The museum felt like a dizzying maze of glass and marble corridors that jerked us back and forth in time, almost like time travel.

The jolting art viewing experience reminded me of Owen Wilson in Midnight in Paris being transported into the Jazz age, and how the private detective chasing Wilson ends up in 18th century Versailles’s Hall of Mirrors.

According to Prof Feldt, there was no sense of public cleanliness in the 1700's, and people often pooped in the Hall of Mirrors without batting an eyelash...
In case you have not watched Woody Allen’s fantastic Midnight in Paris, I recommend that you spend an evening doing so before reading my spoilers. Wilson, a writer and a romantic, roams the streets of Paris and settles on the front steps of the church St. Etienne du Mont. Once the bells strike twelve, a vintage Peugeot passes and grumpy-pants Hemingway invites Wilson for a drink. Because Wilson apparently isn’t drunk enough to believe he just got whisked back into the roaring 20’s, his favorite time period.

Every evening, Wilson returns to the past to dine with a concentrated cluster of intellectuals and artists from the “Lost Generation,” ranging from the crazy Fitzgeralds to Picasso to Dali. Everything in this era is as perfect as Wilson imagined, so much better than the insufferable superficiality of current times. However, Wilson’s love interest, Marion Cotillard, disagrees. She longs for the Belle Epoch.

And no, time travel via St. Etienne du Mont at midnight does not work in real life. Trust me, my sister and I've tried it.
When I asked Kenneth (not my love interest lol) about which age he would choose to live in, he similarly chose La Belle Epoch. A political science buff, he finds politics to be at its most fascinating then because the world powers naively believed they were at the peak of civilization, despite being at the brink of the first World War that would prove them oh-so utterly wrong.

Yet upon meeting Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec from the Belle Epoch, Wilson learns that they idealize the Renaissance as the Golden Age. No need to keep on time skipping, Wilson soon realizes that nostalgia never ends and that he should appreciate the present before it slips away.


Kenneth turned the question on me. Even though I would love to jump back into my childhood shoes and relive such carefree days, I would never want to live in a previous time period. Maia once explained to me that she would choose which time period to live in depending on whether she could control her ethnicity, status, geography, or gender. For instance, life has historically sucked for females in general. As unequal as it still is, gender equality is much better now than ever before.

Instead, since I was young, I have always wanted to peek into the future and discover all the cool new gadgets and inventions we’ll have. Maybe research will have cured cancer, maybe we will all have teleportation telephone boxes, or maybe we will be living underwater. A true sci-fi lover, I am always fantasizing about what the future holds.

That’s why I was so excited to find that one of my favorite writers, Jules Verne, accurately depicted the twentieth-century as early as 1863 in his lost novel, Paris in the Twentieth Century. I call it “lost” because it was never published until 1994. Verne’s publisher read, scorned, and turned away the manuscript for being so “unbelievable.” 

Do elevators, skyscrapers, radios, cars, 24-hour convenience stores, subway systems, the electric chair, airplanes, fax machines, and a rise in robots replacing people sound unbelievable to you? Verne particularly worried about the death of art and literature in a world overrun by capitalism and obsessed with progress. The protagonist, also a writer like Wilson in Midnight in Paris, notes: “Everyone can read, but no one reads books.”

The actual book is not a great read, but the fact that such prescience exists amazes me, along with books like George Orwell’s 1984 and Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. Still, as you might notice, books that anticipate the future often have a bleak backdrop. Do technological advances necessarily come with drawbacks? (iPhone, I’m looking at you…)

We’d have to look back in history to answer that question. Though we can’t always predict what consequences our decisions and creations will have. At the end of the day, I concluded with Kenneth, Maia, and Woody Allen that the most exciting time to live is the current one. Especially as an aspiring physician-scientist, I don’t see the value in cheating by leaping into the future and just seeing the results anymore. There’s no real fun or reward in that. I want to be the one discovering something new and directly shaping how the future will look like through the present. Even if that is yet another idealistic view...

"That's what the present is. It's a little unsatisfying because life is unsatisfying." Midnight in Paris, Woody Allen

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Rekindling Classics as Comics: Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451: The Authorized Adaptation - Illustrated by Tim Hamilton


I love to flip through familiar paperbacks in B&N to catch my favorite scenes, like a distracted middle-schooler's Post-It flip book. So imagine my delight on Saturday when my eye caught an illustrated version of Fahrenheit 451 validated by the prolific Bradbury himself! 


Tim Hamilton, the artist, is no Alan Moore, but his angular style does capture Guy Montag's ruggedness and the book-less world's insipid and stifling landscape. Considering how terrible movie adaptations have been, I was actually pretty impressed by how well the comic book's fast visual pace fit Bradbury's effortless dialogue.

Especially with beautifully written books like Fahrenheit 451, where I actually feel flames licking at the corners of the pages and Clarisse rubbing a soggy dandelion under my chin to see whether or not I'm in love; smell Guy doused in cursed kerosene; hear a Seashell tickling my ear (Bradbury's technologic prescience always amazes me); and see Clarisse's thin, white silhouette in an oppressive, starless cityI often think that no one could direct these moments better than my own mind.


But reading this comic book actually helped me grasp key parts of the book that slipped my memory or flew over my head when I was younger. And all in less than half an hour. 

For instance, Clarisse's oddball scenes and quirky dialogue has always stuck with me, as it does with Guy. Meanwhile, I never clearly understood Mildred's depressive suicidal attempt and her swift, but gruesome medical surgery, because Mildred herself does not recall it and waves it away, replacing it with empty wall-talk. 

(Random connection: Mildred's vapid concentration on her brainwashing shows while chugging pills reminds me of the crazy guy Mink from Don DeLillo's White Noise).

Also, I loved Captain Beatty's quote parrying scenes, his maniac obsession and love/hate relationship with books really jumped out at me between panels. I have always wondered if Beatty is aware of the power that literature has, but wants to keep that power to himself or is afraid of allowing it to spread to the masses.

In any case, if you happen to be looking for a quick refresher on Bradbury's classic or are trying to get your book-averse cousin to read something more substantial than the tiles in "Candy Crush," I recommend browsing through this adaptation. I do love the irony that a book about how instantly gratifying media might threaten the traditional form is being faithfully retold to reach a new generation of readers on the brink of Bradbury's greatest fear...

"We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy. Something is missing...
It is not books you need, it's some of the things that are in books. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us." — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451