ÒFar Out and Home AgainÓ session of the First International Conference on the Fantastic in Literature and Film  (21 March 1980)

 

 

 

Richard D. Erlich

Department of English

Miami University

Oxford, Ohio  45056

 

 

A Womb with a View:  Domesticating the Fantastic

In PohlÕs and KornbluthÕs

Gladiator-at-Law

 

 

My title is worseÑpunnierÑthan you might think.[1]  The wombs with views in Gladiator-at-Law are houses (Latin, domus, whence, ulti-mately, ÒdomesticateÓ) and, still worse, dome houses.  These G.M.L. homes are a major plot element and a minor symbol in Gladiator, and I shall deal with them briefly below.  First, though, I want to summa-rize Gladiator for you (ItÕs often hard to get hold of) and demon-strate in more general ways how Gladiator uses elements of what we usually think of as the fantastic.[2]

I think, somewhat paradoxically, that this would be a useful exer-cise because Gladiator is not the sort of work one would teach in a course in fantasy.  If itÕs in print, you might teach it as Ònear-in,Ó extrapolative SF.  More likely, youÕd teach it in a course in rela-tively recent dystopian fiction.  Because thatÕs what Gladiator is, mostly:  a short novel from 1955 that shows human characters in action in a rotten world.  Gladiator, however, uses fantasy in interesting and interrelated ways.  I shall discuss three of these ways.

*First, the world of this novel is extrapolated from our own, but extrapolated in such a way as to reduce several aspects of our culture to the grotesque.

*Second, this extrapolation moves Gladiator out of the low mimetic mode into satire, which Northrop Frye correctly labels, as an atti-tude, as Òa combination of fantasy and morality.Ó  Moreover, satire, as a literary mode, has the surprising habit of moving up FryeÕs hier-archy of modes toward the heights of myth.

*Third, the plot of Gladiator is verisimilar not at all because it is likely but because it displaces into its satiric world what Joseph Campbell has called Òthe monomyth of the Hero.Ó  I.e., we believe the story, while reading it, not because it shows a realistic triumph of realistic good guys in a realistically rendered world but because the good guys have the good sense to follow the ancient script for the regeneration of the wasteland, the salvation of a rotten world.

The rotten world of this novel is the USA, ca. 2060, mostly the area around New York City, some time after the world has recovered from some sort of disaster.[3]  The social structure of this future USA consists of the fantastically rich investment house of Green, Charles-worth, the secret de facto rulers of the world of the novel; very rich Titans of Industry, maneuvering in corporate battles; rich professionals lucky enough to be important physicians or born into law firms doing corporation law; poorer professionals, such as police, politicians, engineers, and Charles Mundin, LL.B., the main protag-onist; a small merchant class; a large class of contract workers, who live in G.M.L. houses as part of their contracts; and a large under-class of dispossessed and despised Ònon-peopleÓ who live in the slums surrounding the G.M.L. bubble-cities.

The people from the slums see themselves as slaves and live in a kind of hell.  The contract workers are also slaves:  any complaints or rocking the boat, and they find themselves out of their houses and in a slum.  Even one of the very rich, the Titan Bliss Hubble, asserts that his life is also hellish:  corruption and social sickness and misery permeate the society.

There is no threat of rebellion from the slum-dwellers.  The younger ones work out their aggressions in gang warfare, and the rest are kept going by allotments and Field DaysÑbread and circusesÑand, usually, by finding projects in art or petty commerce to keep them busy and let them think, possibly correctly (on occasion) with the artists, that they are leading meaningful lives.  For most of the rest of the common folk, thereÕs their contract labor, magnificent G.M.L. houses, and the delights of the weekly shows and special Field Days:  the spectacular gladiatorial contests that help keep the underclass in line.

All the major elements of this world are similar to our world or carefully extrapolated from our world.  Indeed, we get to overhear one of the characters speculate on the origins of Field Days, and we even get a little essay in which the Narrator explains the rise of the sub-urban slums, particularly Belly Rave, the slum dealt with directly in Gladiator.  Ursula K. Le Guin, in the introduction to the 1976 Ace edition of The Left Hand of Darkness, has some instructive comments on extrapolation.  In an ÒextrapolativeÓ work, she says, the

. . . writer is supposed to take a trend or phenomena of the here-and-now, purify and intensify it for dramatic effect, and extend it into the future. . . .  A predic-tion is made.  Method and results much resemble those of a scientist who feeds large doses of a purified and con-centrated food additive to mice, in order to predict what may happen to people who eat it in small quantities for a long time.  The outcome seems almost inevitably to be cancer.  So does the outcome of extrapolation.  Strictly extrapolative works of science fiction generally arrive about where the Club of Rome arrives:  somewhere between the gradual extinction of human liberty and the total extinction of terrestrial life. * * *

Almost anything carried to its logical extreme becomes depressing, if not carcinogenic.  (p. i, unnum-bered)

Students of dystopias and satire  will recognize the idea of carrying a premise to its logical extreme:  itÕs what Yevgeny Zamyatin called reductio ad finem.[4]  ItÕs also the method of the logical tech-nique of reduction to the absurd often combined with the satiric techniques of reduction to the animal and reduction to the grotesqueÑ often achieved by literalizing clichŽs, slogans, or metaphors.  Fairly pure examples of these techniques can be seen in the blinding of Gloucester in ShakespeareÕs King Lear, in SwiftÕs ÒA Modest ProposalÓ and other writings.  In any event, these techniques were well estab-lished when Pohl and Kornbluth pushed to their logical and extreme (hence, grotesque) ends such ideas, trends, and phenomena as the mechanism of the law, Social Darwinism and the ÒbattleÓ of big business, ÒgamblingÓ on the stock market, and the violence of many sports, and sports fans.  And so we accept, a bit too readily perhaps, GladiatorÕs reductions to the grotesque that yield the trial of the ÒtwerpÓ before the automated Òjury boxÓ (ch. 1), the stratifications of society in America in 2060, the ÒField DayÓ metaphors for big busi-ness, the pari-mutuel operation of the Stock Market (complete with slot machines and touts), and the gladiatorial contests of literal Field Days.  The exaggerated extrapo-lations of Gladiator are exactly the sort of things weÕre used to in reading dystopian satires; more important, they are sufficiently appropriate and instructive a commen-tary on our own world that we forget that in themselves they are highly unlikely.  They are rational (even moderate) comments on the evils of our world, but in themselves a bitter fantasy about an improbably corrupt future world.

 

The action of Gladiator is the comic one of the bringing down of this rotten world by a group of young or at least youngish people.  At the end of the novel, the protagonists are in charge of the world and are going to make some changes.  One couple among the good characters, Charles Mundin and Norma Lavin, are on their way to be married; and the other couple, Norvell and Virginia Bligh, are going to have a son.

The plot of Gladiator has, as part of the catastrophe, an exciting scene of physical action in which Don Lavin, NormaÕs younger brother, is rescued from death during the Field Day at Monmouth Stadium.  And there are some other bits of violence in the three-month course of the story.[5]  Still, most of the plot involves not physical battles but business battles, and the final blows against the antagonists are struck at the betting machines of the New York Stock Exchange.

Much of Gladiator, then, has to do with money, and this fact places Gladiator in the tradition of what Northrop Frye calls the Òlow mimeticÓ;[6] more specifically, itÕs in the tradition of realistic, middleclass fiction going back to Defoe.[7]  Obviously.  The gods donÕt deal with economics, as Brecht asserts in The Good Woman of Setzuan, and no Knights-Errant Òever paid in any inn whatsoeverÓÑas Don Quixote informs the inn-keeper just before his hasty exit.[8]  Myths and Romances usually donÕt deal with money, nor do tragedies and epics in any serious way.  Dragon hoards, assorted treasures, virtuous poverty, rewards, feudal titles and rentsÑthese are acceptable in our loftier literatures; but larger-than-life heroes just donÕt ever have to worry about keeping up payments on office equipment or getting arrested for using a cancelled credit card.  Nor do our loftier literatures usually deal with the political and personal implications of economic systems.

So Gladiator is in the tradition of the low mimetic novel, in the lower ranges of that tradition, the part that slips imperceptibly into satire.

ItÕs something of a shock, then, when we finally get to meet Green, Charlesworth, the antagonists.  Charles Mundin and Norma Lavin are invited (summoned, actually) to the Green, Charlesworth office, in the Empire State Building, amidst the rotting wreckage of Old New York.  They ascend high into the building, are kept waiting for hours in an anteroom, and then enter a room, empty except for two large cabinets and a ÒmanÓ sitting at a desk.  The ÒmanÓ tells them, ÒWe despise you, Mr. Mundin.  We are going to destroy you. . . .  You are Rocking the Boat, Mundin . . . .  You are Our Enemy, Mundin.Ó  Mundin soon dis-covers that the ÒmanÓ is a Western Electric Sleepless Receptionist (115 Volt A.C. Only).  Then the two cabinets light up.  ÒThe contents of the cabinets were:  Green and Charlesworth.  Green, an incredibly, impossibly ancient dumpy-looking, hairless female.  Charlesworth, an incredibly, impossibly ancient string-bean-looking, hairless male.Ó  Green and Charlesworth, who have bugged MundinÕs new offices, inform them that they do not approve of Norma LavinÕs plan to retake G.M.L. Homes and release people from contract slavery:

ÒPainted courtesan,Ó observed the male voice.  ÒShe wants to free the slaves, she says.  Talks about Mr. Lincoln!Ó

ÒWe Fixed Mr. LincolnÕs Wagon, Mr. Charlesworth,Ó chortled the female voice.

ÒWe did, Mrs. Green.  And we will Fix Her Wagon too.Ó

* * * * * *

[A bit later, Green and Charlesworth order Mundin and Lavin to leave.  Mundin stops for a moment,] staring at the milky glass.  Glass, he thought.  Glass, and quivering, moving corpses inside, that a breath of air might----

ÒTry it, Mundin,Ó challenged the voice.  ÒWe wanted to see if you would try it.Ó

Mundin thought, and decided against it.

ÒToo bad,Ó said the voice of Charlesworth.  ÒWe hate you, Mundin.  You said we were not God Almighty.Ó

ÒAtheist!Ó hissed the voice of Mrs. Green.  (ch. 21, pp. 142-45)

This line by Mrs. Green ends their little colloquy and the chapter.  Immediately following this, Mundin and Lavin are back at their offices, and we get a speech by Harry Ryan.  Ryan is an old lawyer who is advising the Lavins; he is also a Òyen poxÓ addict and is now Òcoked to the eyebrows.Ó  In his opium-inspire monolog, Ryan quotes H. G. WellsÕ ca. 1940 comment, ÒA frightful queerness is coming into lifeÓ and notes that ÒGreen, Charlesworth must have been hitting their stride about then.Ó  He goes on to identify Green, Charlesworth with the Struldbruggs of GulliverÕs Travels (Book 3, ch. 10; G-a-L, ch. 22, p. 145).

Norma Lavin goes on to give a fairly realistic explanation of Green, Charlesworth:  ÒI suppose thereÕs no reason a man canÕt live a long time, if heÕs got plenty of money to spend on medicine; and I suppose that a man who pays the doctors to keep him going, no matter what, has plenty of chance to line up moneyÓÑbut the Struldbrugg identification and its implications remain (p. 146).  Green, Charles-worth are over 200 years old, and they have fulfilled the fears that prompted the Luggnuggians of Gulliver to pass laws stripping the Struldbruggs of their wealth when they passed eighty years old.[9]  This ancient couple has engrossed the wealth of the world.

All right, then, Struldbruggs.  But what are Struldbruggs doing in a relatively realistic novel that seems to be in the low mimetic mode?

My question is rhetorical.  Frye notes, as I said earlier, that low mimetic can slip easily into the satiric, and thatÕs what has happened here.  And I shall note, even more strongly than Frye does, that satires are never, ever really realistic.

I speak as one who has written satire, on occasion, and I will now digress briefly into a confession.  We Satirists are wont to point out that other modes of literature arenÕt realistic.  A satirical rogue, dealing with epics, will point out that one doesnÕt run into HomerÕs Hector as the leader of a real army; ShakespeareÕs Hector, yesÑbut not HomerÕs.  A satirical rogue, dealing with tragedy, will point out that in the entire history of the theater no tragic hero has ever gone to the bathroom.  A tragic heroine may murder her children or frame guards for a regicide, but no tragic heroine in the history of litera-ture has ever plopped herself down, put her feet up, and scratched.  And comedyÑwell, anyone who thinks that all those joyous brides and grooms lived happily ever after must have spent his life watching Doris Day movies.  Myths and Romances, satirical rogues continue, are simply beneath contemptÑtheyÕve received exactly what they deserve at the hands of Euripides, Cervantes, Mel Brooks, Monty Python, and MAD.  No, no, we say, real reality is to be found in satire.  In satire we peel off the veneer and show you the sewer just beneath the surface, the corruption within the whitewashed sepulchre.  The world is 99.44% drek, and only We Satirists have the courage to face facts.  There may be a good man or honest women or two in the world, but mostly itÕs just you and me, dear audience, and, frankly, IÕm not too sure about you.

ItÕs all flim-flam and hoax, satire; thereÕs nothing realistic about it, and only convention, and some cynicism, allows readers to perceive, while experiencing the works, most satires as anything except fantastic.

Frye puts it nicely:  ÒAs the name of an attitude, satire is . . . a combination of fantasy and moralityÓÑand Frye can note that the ÒmoralityÓ of satire isnÕt always fastidious (Anatomy, p. 310; see also pp. 224-25 and 235).

 

So Gladiator slips into satire, and satire is the part fantasy; more, satire has the interesting habit of moving toward the mythic.

The Struldbrug episode, then, is quite decorous in Gladiator.[10]  We have learned earlier that Green, Charlesworth are Òessentially moneyÓ (ch. 19, p. 130), and in the moral universe of Gladiator the love and power of money combine to be the root of all evils.  Morality plus fantasy here yields the monstrous Struldbrugs, Green, Charlesworth:  a symbol for the tyranny of wealth engrossed by the old.  They are the ever-so-slightly displaced monster familiar to us from myths and legends and tales:  Òthe tyrant-monster . . . . the hoarder of the general benefit.  He is the monster avid for the greedy rights of Ômy and mineÕÓ; he is Òprecisely the monster of the status quo:  Holdfast, the keeper of the past. . . .  great and conspicuous in the seat of power . . . .Ó[11]  Or, as in this case, hidden behind his agents, holed up in his lair.

Now the Empire State Building may seem an odd sort of lair:  dragons and ogres and such usually prefer to be underground.  But we must recall that Green and Charlesworth see themselves as God Almighty, and, as money, are the false god of Gladiator.[12]  It is appropriate, then, in mythic terms, that the hero (and heroine) ascend to them, in their Cosmic Mountain, so to speak, at the Navel of the World of Gladiator.

ItÕs a parody, the Struldbrug episode, a parody of the HeroÕs Ascent and Atonement with the Father/God.[13]  The meeting with Green, Charlesworth is also our clue to decipher the complex modality games that Pohl and Kornbluth play in Gladiator.

We have in Gladiator what looks like low low mimetic comedy:  what looks like an essentially realistic story that gets in a little sub-versive satire.  ItÕs subversive and a satire and comic to be sure, but Gladiator also contains significant portions of the great monomyth of the Hero.  Of course, all stories do that, if Frye and Joseph Campbell et al. are rightÑbut in Gladiator there really isnÕt much displacement of the traditional patterns.[14]  We can see this if we work backward and forward from the meeting with Green, Charlesworth.

Looking backward, we can see in Gladiator some familiar motifs from heroic fantasy, from the quest-romance.  The world of the story is the Wasteland, and Mundin and Norvell Bligh, the two point of view charac-ters, divide between them the role of the Hero in attempting to redeem it.[15]

Mundin gets his Call to Adventure when he meets Norma and Don Lavin.  His motivations for answering the Call arenÕt totally heroic (he wants a big case, one that might get him out of criminal law into the immensely profitable corporate law); still, he is decent enough to answer what he perceives as Òa cry for helpÓ (ch. 3, p. 20).   Bligh doesnÕt get called, exactly; he gets pushed:  heÕs exiled from the G.M.L. City of Monmouth to the horrors of Belly Rave, exiled to where he is considered by his society less than human.  A bit later in the novel, a cop puts the matter bluntly:  ÒPeople are one thing.  Belly Ravers are something else.  Are these people on the tax rolls?  Do they have punch-card codes?  Do they have employment-contract identi-fication tattoos?  NoÓ (ch. 12, p. 65).  As Campbell points out, how-ever, there are two ways to view exile:  ÒFrom the standpoint of the way of duty, anyone in exile from the community is a nothing.  From the other point of view, however [from that of the individual], this exile is the first step of the questÓ (Campbell, Epilogue, section 2, p. 385).

With BlighÕs going to Belly Rave, we have the Descent of the Hero, his descent to an Underworld in which he can learn.  So this exile is necessary; it is also good in itself, in allowing him greater freedom.

The G.M.L. cities look like good things; they were designed by NormaÕs and DonÕs father and his co-inventer to be good things.  And, when our heroes have conquered, they will probably become good again.  For now, though, at this stage of Gladiator, they are not good things; they are traps.  As we find with much SF and dystopian literature, what first appears to be protective and nurturing containment turns out to be imprisonment.  A womb with a view may be pleasant, but one must leave the womb if one is to go from fetus to infant and on into adulthood.  In terms of archetypes, the Great Mother is always dual in her nature:  she is both the Nurturing Mother and the Terrible Mother, the protecting womb and the bowels of Leviathan.  Possibly her most dangerous role is the Terrible Mother in disguise as the Nurturing Mother:  the prison tricked out as a sanctuary.

Monmouth City looks like a secularized City of God, with its plea-sure domes and comfortsÑa Xanadu surrounded by hellish slums.  But ÒThe worldÕs in jail,Ó as Norma Lavin says, and Monmouth City is a secularized City of Dis (see G-a-L, ch. 22, pp. 147-48).  ItÕs a place where one is held in bondage by contracts enforced by a perverse capi-talist law.  The bubble-city is the womb-as-labyrinth; Belly Rave, at first, is hellish, but it is also the desert in which one may find the Straight Way, the Way the Hero must go.[16]

So Mundin answers his Call voluntarily; Bligh, because he has no choice.  Bligh gets the HeroÕs Descent into the Underworld; Mundin goes on to find the woman.  In Jungian terms, MundinÕs next task is the Rescue of the Anima.  Not from Belly Rave, however; Norma is soon kidnapped and held by the ÒTitanÓ who runs G.M.L.  Mundin cunningly blackmails the Titan and rescues Norma Lavin, with the help of Bligh and Lana, the leader of a kidsÕ gang.

Before this, however, Bligh needs help himself.  He gets it from his wife and from Shep, a friendly giant of a man who performs the functions of friendly giants (ch. 11, pp. 60 f.).  Shep aids Bligh and also helps initiate him into the mysteries of life in Belly Rave.  ItÕs Shep who introduces Bligh to Lana and her gang of Wabbits and who explains to Bligh the nature of the hell of Belly Rave:  no work, and in that senseÑand that sense onlyÑa Òperpetual holidayÓ (ch. 13, p. 73).

Shep, then, is a Master of Initiation as well as a friendly giant, and Lana and her gang are, well, friendly animals.  ThatÕs their func-tion, anyway, and the cute little tykes, with their busted bottles, fulfill it nicely.

After the heroes have answered their Calls and have crossed the Threshold into Belly Rave and Adventure, after Mundin has rescued his future bride and Bligh has established Belly Rave as homeÑand after the good characters have teamed up; after all this, the novel proceeds rather realistically until Mundin and Norma Lavin receive their summons from Green, Charlesworth.[17]

And this returns us, in good quest fashion, to what IÕve called the Struldbrug episode.

We donÕt have to go very far if we work forward from this scene, since Gladiator moves rapidly from the confrontation with Green, Charlesworth to its catastrophe and resolution.  When Mundin and Norma Lavin return with the news that Green, Charlesworth oppose them, the two older silent partners desert the project, leaving only Bliss Hubble with them, the youngest of the Titans helping them bankrupt and seize control of G.M.L. Homes.  That leaves only Harry Ryan as an older person among the good characters.  Then Green, Charlesworth ÒtriggerÓ a deeply implanted order in Don Lavin, and Don goes off to the High Wire event in Field Day.  The rest of the good characters go to rescue him, requiring that most of them enter the High Wire event as ÒHecklersÓ:  surrogates for the audience, throwing gravel, and rocks, at him as he crosses a wire above a tank of piranha.

Our co-hero, Norvell Bligh, decides to sacrifice himself in place of Don:  if Don falls, he will throw himself into the tank, drawing off the fish and giving the others time to save Don.  With this deci-sion, Bligh regains his hearing and becomes fully conscious of the horrors around himÑthe standard anagnorisis by the Hero:  full recog-nition, usually followed by his sacrifice.  Bligh doesnÕt get a chance to sacrifice himself, though.  Shep, who had tried to seduce Mrs. Bligh, atones for thatÑcancels his Òinpounding [sic] debt worryÓÑand jumps in himself, taking the obnoxious Field Day M.C. with him (ch. 24, pp. 160-62; see also ch. 23, p. 154).

Bligh had decided to become a sacrificial substitute for Don Lavin; Shep substitutes himself for Bligh.  This is the theme of the scape-goat, the pharmakos, and in Gladiator it is very literally rendered with a sparagmos:  the tearing apart (and devouring) of the victim.[18]

Harry Ryan also dies in the attempt to rescue Don (from an injury in another event).  This death has no big mythic reverberations, but it allows Mundin to meditate on the costs of their war against evil (ch. 25, p. 163), and it allows the new world at the end of the novel to be controlled totally by young people (see Frye, p. 164).

The final battle of the novel, again, takes place at the Stock Exchange and has only a little blood to it.  It is a battle, howeverÑ or a hunt, to use another image in the novel (ch. 17, p. 111).  It is also a gamble:  the satiric presentation of the Stock Exchange as a pari-mutuel operation fits in with the motif of Heroic Òhazarding.Ó  Mundin and his allies break G.M.L., and the rest of the market goes with that huge firm; then, quietly, Mundin et al. proceed to buy up most of their world.  This is not a very impressive form for a Ragnarok, but Green and Charlesworth are pretty sleazy gods.  Those who live by the dollar die by the dollar, though, and the struggle here is appropriately both petty (a matter of mere money) and titanic (over fourteen billion dollars of mere money).

In the resolution of the plot, we see that the scene at the Stock Exchange was, indeed, a Twilight of the Gods.  Back at BlighÕs house in Belly RaveÑthe Return home in the questÑthe good characters count their hard-gotten gains and conclude that they Òown a bit of every-thingÓ in their world.

ÒWeÕll need it,Ó said Norma, nestled against MundinÕs arm.  Those old monsters in their glass bottlesÉ.Ó[19]

Mundin patted her hand.  ÒI donÕt know,Ó he said, after a moment.  ÒTheyÕre as good as dead, you know.  They didnÕt have anything to live for but power, and when we broke the market we took that away from them.  We----Ò

He stopped.  The house shivered and sang.  A white flash of light sprang up outside, turned orange and faded away.

ÒWhatÕs that?Ó demanded Norvie Bligh, a protective arm around his wife.

No one knew; and they all ran up to the battered second floor, where there was a window with glassÑwhere there used to be a window with glass, they found.  The glass was in shards across the floor.

Across the slaggy bay, luminous even in the evening light, where Old New York had stood and rottedÑa mushroom-shaped cloud.

ÒGreen, Charlesworth,Ó mused Norvell.  ÒI guess you werenÕt the only one who realized they were as good as dead, Charles.Ó

They stood there for a long moment, watching the cloud drift out to sea, an insubstantial monument to the suicide of the Struldbrugs, but the only monument they would ever haveÉ.

ÒWeÕd better get below,Ó said Mundin.  ÒWeÕve got cleaning up to do.Ó  (ch 26, pp. 170-71Ñend of the novel)

The old sterile couple, Green, Charlesworth, is dead.  The tyrant-monster Holdfast is dead.  The world is till capitalistic, and we get a hint earlier in the story that just a change in rulers might not make much differenceÑthat his yearÕs savior may be next yearÕs tyrant.[20]  Still, the young couples and their friends can at least clean up, and possibly rejuvenate, the wasteland.

 

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NOTES



[1] This essay is an extension of my brief comments on Gladiator-at-Law in ÒOdysseys in Grey Flannel:  The Heroic Journey in Two Dystopies by Pohl and Kornbluth,Ó Par Rapport, 1 (Summer 1978), 126-31.  (The other dystopia was The Space Merchants.)

[2]  Frederick Pohl and C. M. Kornbluth, Gladiator-at-Law (New York: Ballantine, 1955).  In this paper all brief citations will be found in my text (esp., most citations after the first).  In my citations I abbreviate Gladiator-at-Law as G-a-L.

[3] Old New York has been bombed:  G-a-L, ch. 19, p. 130.  Note, though, that this post-apocalypse business is not mentioned elsewhere.

[4]  Mirra Ginsburg, trans., We (1920-21), intro. to Viking edn. (1972; rpt. NY: Bantam, 1972), p. xiii.

[5]  Pohl and Kornbluth may have originally intended their fictive time to cover one week:  see ch.4, p. 23.  There are several minor inconsistencies in G-a-L, however (e.g., see n. 3, above), so it seems safest to just accept the time-scheme that is made fairly explicit later in the novel.  The Narrator tells us that Mundin notes the change in Bligh in the Òfew weeksÓ between the start of the novel and the spraying of Coshocton (ch. 19, p. 128); Harry Coett gives the three month figure as the time between the G.M.L. stockholdersÕ meet-ing we see and the next one (ch. 17, p. 111).  We never see the second stockholdersÕ meetingÑanother change in plan by Pohl and Kornbluth, I suspectÑbut the three-month figure feels about right for the action of the story.

[6]  Anatomy of Criticism:  Four Essays (1957; rpt. New York: Atheneum, 1966), ÒHistorical Criticism:  Theory of Modes,Ó esp. pp. 33-34, 44-45; see also p. 49 for an excellent comment on science fiction as (usually) Òa mode of romance with a strong inherent tendency to myth.Ó

[7]  The tradition goes back earlier than Defoe in the drama:  e.g., Thomas Dekker, The ShoemakerÕs Holiday (1600) and Thomas Heywood, A Woman Killed with Kindness (1603).

[8]  Don Quixote, Part I, Book III, ch. 3; alluded to in Frye, Anatomy, p. 223.

[9]  Ryan errs when he puts the age at 100:  ÒAs soon as they have compleated the Term of Eighty Years, they are looked on as dead in Law . . .Ó (ÒA Voyage to Laputa, Etc.Ó).

[10]  I shall use henceforth PohlÕs and KornbluthÕsÑand FryeÕsÑ spelling of Struldbrugg.

[11] Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces, 2nd edn. (1968Ñ no essential changes from the first edn. of 1949; Princeton/Bollingen paperback, 1972), Prologue, ch. 1, p. 15 and Part II, ch. iii, section 3, p. 337.

[12]  See in G-a-L ch. 22, p. 147; compare the god of Sales in PohlÕs and KornbluthÕs The Space Merchants (1952).

[13]  Pohl and Kornbluth parody this and other aspects of the Heroic Journey in Space Merchants; see my ÒOdysseus in Grey Flannel,Ó esp. pp. 128-29.

[14]  For CampbellÕs summary of the monomyth, see Hero, I. 4, pp. 245-46; for FryeÕs similar version, see Anatomy, p. 192.

[15]  See ÒOdysseus in Grey FlannelÓ for a brief discussion of point of view in G-a-L, esp. n.7, p. 131.

[16]  See Frye, Anatomy, pp. 141-50, 166-70. 187-92, and 198-201.

[17]  One point is touched on too lightly for me to handle in my text, but IÕll note here one interesting little mythic element in BlighÕs entry into Belly Rave.  At what Campbell calls Òthe entrance to the zone of magnified powerÓÑBelly Rave for BlighÑ there is a Òthreshold guardianÓ (Hero, I.i.4, p. 77).  I think this is the func-tion of the Resident Commissioner, the Òdreary old hackÓ who handles the paper work for the BlighsÕ moving into Belly Rave (G-A-L, ch. 11, p. 64).

[18]  See Frye, Anatomy, p. 148.  The only work of literature (as conscious creation by a single author) that I can think of with as literal a sparagmos as that in    G-a-L is the death of Pentheus in EuripidesÕ The Bacchae.  For devouring the victim of a sparagmos, see Edith Hamilton, Mythology (1940, 1942; rpt. New York: New American Library, 1953), pp. 56-57.  Note also the Fraction of the Communion wafer:  ÒAccording to the mystical interpretation devised in the Middle Ages, this represents the Body of Christ being broken during his Passion . . .ÓÑHenri Daniel-Rops, This is the Mass, trans. Alastair Guinan (1958; rpt. Garden City: Doubleday, 1959), p. 143.

[19]  Unspaced periods represents an ÒellipsisÓ mark in original.

[20]  See G-a-L, ch. 15, p. 90.  See also Campbell, Hero, II.iii.5-6, esp., p. 353.

 

ADDENDUM

 

I have some suggestions for further studies of G-a-L, and an appeal for contributions to an anthology.

a.            More work remains to be done relating the containment motif with the theme of mechanization in Pohl and/or Kornbluth and with SF and dystopian literature in general.  If you would be interested in writing an essay on this topic for possible inclusion in The Mechan-ical God, a collection of essays on the machine in SF, please contact immediately Richard D. Erlich and Thomas P. Dunn, eds. (English / Miami University / Oxford, OH  45056).

b.            There are allusions in G-a-L to ÒKubla Khan,Ó A Streetcar Named Desire (Belly Rave started out as Belle Reve EstatesÑwhich I didnÕt find listed as a suburb of NYC), The Hairy Ape (maybeÑfor Shep), and possibly other works; these allusions may be significant.

c.             By 1980 standards, G-a-L seems pretty sexist.  Still, the treatment of women in this work seems too complex to merely dismiss with an epithet; a study of the female characters in G-a-L might prove useful.

d.            The idea of Òdouble visionÓ in G-a-L needs more study.  Harry RyanÕs opium-inspired view of Green, Charlesworth as Struldbrugs deserves to be taken seriously, as do other occasions when an illusion turns out to be an insight into what may be a ÒdeeperÓ reality:  as when a room in the LavinsÕ house in Belly Rave appears to be Òa corner of a surrealist hellÓ (ch. 6, p. 33) or when Mundin thinks of G.A.L. as Òsome huge and helpless vegetarian beast, harried by sharp-toothed little carnivoresÓÑMundin and his allies, including the Òthree titans of financeÓ that he sees momentarily as Òpredacious jungle animalsÓ (ch. 17, p. 111).