Friday, April 8, 2016

Fiction & Reality Written Response 3

Are certain aspects of humanity’s past unspeakable or unrepresentable? Or are certain aspects of the past unknowable? Does either possibility place them outside of what we can understand as “real” (not in terms of their actual existence—that is certainly real—but in terms of how we can process them)? How might this be reflected in Maus or Running in the Family? Use specific details to respond to this question. 


Since the advent of digital technology, access to information has been on a trajectory toward ubiquity. If there is a story that has been told or a piece of information collected somewhere through some experiment, it almost certainly lives within the framework of moving electrons and a vast cataloguing system of 1s and 0s. Strangely, we can’t actually see what we call ‘1s and 0s’; they are simply mathematical representations used to coordinate the translation and transportation of those electrons. In other words, we have since developed methods of representation as well as applications that were in a sense unknowable even 170 years ago when a large portion of the mathematics utilized in the digital realm—Boolean algebra—was being established. Perhaps that’s the way unknowability tends—from the past toward the future and not necessarily the other way around. The exceptions generally predate written language making any of these storylines an inference regardless of whether or not evidence is presented. So, to the extent that we can look at such evidence of written historical records, ancient artwork, translated ancient languages, etcetera; the past is knowable. Of course, this doesn’t account for the accuracy or truthfulness of that evidence but it does give us something to know.
            One of the most remarkable things about language is that there is an unfathomable number of combinations of words. That is, there is an infinitude of ways to say something. So, to claim that something is unspeakable makes little to no sense. Even if we are referring to the sense of unwillingness to say something out of remorse, disgust, or other emotional quality, that does not diminish the undeniable nature of our ability to actually speak about it or represent it in some way. The very same technology that was used to produce this paper, with all kinds of strange things happening in an unseen yet mutually agreed upon as real dimension, can be used to represent interpretations of our mutually experienced reality through, for example, word processing programs. But, it doesn’t end there! New realities can be created and represented, too. Many blockbuster movies nowadays rely heavily upon computer-generated-imagery (CGI) to supplement footage of actors and actresses in real-world locations. Sometimes entire environments are digitally created using footage shot in front of green or blue screens. The point here is that we have reached an age in which anything can be virtually represented utilizing the latest advancement in technology. So, why do we still print books?
            Quite simply, books are tangible. Although we consider what goes on behind these screens a sort of reality, it certainly is a far cry from actually picking up a book and reading from it. Processing the information as it is presented to us on a two dimensional screen is much different than processing information from a three dimensional object we can hold in our hands. This doesn’t necessarily mean that one medium is superior to the other; such a description is reserved for personal preference. However, it can confidently be asserted that both of these mediums present opportunities for interpretations of what can be considered “real”. For example, the existence of the Internet has manifested a common theme of social networking that is generally accepted as real. But, it’s not real; it’s a fictitious realm. Yet, our entire society appears to have embraced this fictitious realm as the only reality that matters. People are “friends” with thousands of people they don’t even know as if that number establishes some sort of significance. It doesn’t. Again, it’s not real.

            Maus represents the struggle of taking a difficult subject in our real-world and making it palatable even if it means creating an entirely new reality to do it. That’s exactly what Spiegelman did here. Perhaps alluding to an overarching theme of dehumanization, Spiegelman chose specific animals to represent the different ethnicities in this work—cats for the Nazis; mice for the Jews; pigs for the Poles; and dogs for the Americans. It is practically a given growing up in a modern industrialized nation to have been introduced to the horrors of the Holocaust at some point in the form of one representation or another. Spiegelman uses a rather unique melding of three storylines—his writing the book; his father’s storytelling; and his father’s story itself—with a comic book/graphic novel form which offers a realness that perhaps would not have been achieved had the book been written in a traditional biographical format. A particular moment in the story that stood out was on page 232 when Vladek is talking about the cremation pits. “The holes were big,” he tells Art, “so like the swimming pool of the Pines Hotel here. And train after train of Hungarians came.” The frame then switches back to the past and shows in a slightly larger frame bodies being thrown into burning pits reading, “And those what finished in the gas chambers before they got pushed in these graves, it was the lucky ones. The others had to jump in the graves while still they were alive…” Then, in an almost surreal expansion of this most devastating reality, the largest frame at the bottom of the page shows flames engulfing bodies, three of which appear to be screaming in agony: “Prisoners what worked there poured gasoline over the live ones and the dead ones. And the fat from the burning bodies they scooped and poured again so everyone could burn better” (p 232). We know these horrible things happened. But still we ask ourselves how in the world could this possibly be real? That’s the distinctively human caveat: even in the face of evidence, we individually struggle to accept certain things as real. So when we talk about things being real, what we mean is real to us. Maus makes the Holocaust real to us.

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