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It was as if none of us had ever looked at her, or had looked at her while thinking of something more interesting. I felt that we were guilty of some obscure crime. For it seemed to me that we who had seen her now and then out of the corner of our eyes, we who had seen her without seeing her, who without malice had failed to give her our full attention, were already preparing her for the fate that overtook her, were already, in a sense not yet clear to me, pushing her in the direction of disappearance.

SHADOWThe disappearance of Elaine Coleman appears to have been a gradual disappearance. Through Millhauser’s use of imagery, we begin to see that Elaine became a shadow, almost ghost-like with no one really noticing. Millhauser shows how a disappearance triggers people to want to create an image of a person they’ve avoided knowing.The importance of inclusion in a community is shown through the idea that the idea that Elaine’s disappearance was due to the town seeing her as invisible. Elaine noticed that she was invisible to the people around her, so she physically and emotionally disappeared from existence. It is also possible that Elaine was going through depression because the narrator says that she was more visible to society when she was in high school, but she became almost nonexistent after she came back from college. Did Elaine’s depression and no one reaching out to help her cause her to allow the depression to overtake her? Have we lost something if we didn’t know acknowledge that it existed or mattered? Do we have an obligation as humans to fight the shadow archetype in our personalities and through our depression?

First, the silkworms stop eating. Then they spin their cocoons. Once inside, they molt several times. They grow wings and teeth. If the caterpillars are allowed to evolve, they change into moths. Then these moths bite through the silk and fly off, ruining it for the market.

silkworm lifecycleThis quote is the turning point in the story for Kitsune. She was obsessed with the color of her silk changing and finally, after hearing about Chichibu, she realizes that she is able to control her silk. She has the power to control the market. I find it fascinating that she is not concerned about what is causing her silk to change so much as what effect the change is having on the quality of her silk. Once she realizes that she has the power to shape her silk, she makes it higher quality. It could be said that the lower quality was because she was worrying too much. This quote pulls the fantastic part of this story into reality. It connects what is occurring, and what is about to occur, with these girls to common knowledge. It also gives power to the rest of the story. Kitsune now has a purpose outside of filling her quota. She can save the others and herself. She knows she has the power to do this because she was the one who signed her own fate away. She willfully drank the tea. She can tap into the natural instincts that came along with her transformation to change the future for the kaiko-joko. Her transformation into a silk reeler was horrifying in its own manner, but her later transformation into a true silkworm is horrifying yet inspiring.

I’ve spent the past few months convinced that we were still identifiable as girls, women – no beauty queens, certainly, shaggy and white and misshapen, but at least half human; it’s only now, watching the Agent’s reaction, that I realize what we’ve become in his absence. I see us as he must: white faces, with sunken noses that look partially erased. Eyes insect-huge. Spines and elbows incubating lace for wings. (51)

What does it mean to be human? This entire story, and the above passage in particular ask this question. Kitsune still believed that she, and the other girls, were still human despite the physical changes they underwent.  It is this perception that changes when she realizes what she looks like. When she realizes the extent of the physical changes she underwent, she disassociates with humanity entirely. Kitsune does not seem to be disturbed when she becomes aware of the absolute transformation they all have undergone and takes the realization calmly. This could indicate that she had unconsciously come to terms with her complete transformation before this point and only now was consciously realizing it. By connecting with the silkworm part of her, Kitsune deliberately separates herself from the Agent by making the Agent an ‘other’. This separation between her and the rest of the girls, and the Agent allows her to cocoon the Agent in silk, sentencing him to death, without remorse. This brings us back to our original question. Kitsune believes that for a person to be human they must look a certain way. This separation of us against them can be brought back to humanity. While it is true that there are no people who look like enormous silk worms in real life, wars have been fought over simply a person’s skin color.

For we are no longer innocent, we who do not see and do not remember, we incurious ones, we conspirators in disappearance.  I too murdered Elaine Coleman.  Let this account be entered in the record.

cement-basketball-hoop-ground-800x800Honestly, I just love this as an ending sentence.  Throughout the whole story we see the narrator struggling to remember this woman he had known when he was younger.  He digs up old memories of minuscule interactions with Elaine, none of which were particularly remarkable in the moment, but together
they build to the conclusion we see above.  The disappearance of Elaine Coleman may have been due to a literal fading away, but it’s also an incredibly powerful metaphor for how people who live unremarkable lives can vanish from our brains and return only when something horrible happens to them.  This combination of possibly real memories and current day reminders of Elaine’s disappearance serve to keep the readers wondering how Elaine really vanished and whether our narrator is reliable or if his memories are artificial ones prompted by some sort of obsession on his part.

Write a two-page story that begins with this sentence: The house is sinking.

In your story, the house must be sinking for a reason that is never explained by the narrator, perhaps not even understood by the narrator, but that reason must have something to do with who the narrator is. The house must sink at least six feet by the story’s end.

“Human marriages amuse me: the brevity of the commitment and all the ceremony that surrounds it, the calla lilies, the veiled mother-in-laws like lilac spiders, the tears and earnest toasts. Till death do us part! Easy. These mortal couples need only keep each other in sight for fifty, sixty years. Often I wonder to what extent a mortal’s love grows from the bedrock of his or her foreknowledge of death, love coiling like a green stem out of that blankness in a way I’ll never quite understand. And lately I’ve been having a terrible thought: Our love affair will end before the world does.”

Are vampires capable of love and devotion? Karen Russell challenges this idea with the relationship between Clyde and Magreb. Russell takes a dysfunctional character; Clyde, who is viewed as a terrifying creature to society. She humanizes Clyde to show that he has a caring heart. Clyde tries to carry the vampire persona of being tough, scary, and selfish, but his relationship with Magreb brings out character traits of love and commitment. As his character develops, he acts as if human marriage is baffling and strange. He also recognizes that he is forever in a committed relationship with Magreb. Clyde is fighting with the idea of self and being the individual he wants to be rather than what society has decided he is supposed to be. Magreb’s relationship with Clyde reminds me of a mother/child relationship. Just as a mother does during the development stages of their child’s life, Magreb is constantly pushing Clyde to discover who he is as an individual. She realizes that he does not have the his own identity and self awareness.

 

Back then we were all preoccupied with visions of the apocalypse; Santa Francesca, the foundress of this very grove, gouged out her eyes while dictating premonitions of fire.  What a shame, I often think, that she foresaw only the end times, never hot dogs. (p. 4)

a420d7341a72642d20b9b7a88726e42f--sorrento-italy-bella-italiaClyde’s story is full of nostalgia and remembrance.  He lives his life unable to shake his past, taking us through his life from beginning to end.  To me, it feels as if I am sitting in the Alberti’s lemon grove with him, listening to his stories.  Through a series of narrated flashbacks, we learn Clyde’s life story and how he has both struggled with being a vampire and with his relationship with Magreb.

The fascinating thing is that being a vampire is not something surprising or ridiculous in this story. It is just a piece of the reality that Russell has created.  It’s even the backdrop for the conflict of Clyde and Magreb’s relationship.  In some ways it contributes to it.  There is the endless stretch of immortality preserving their relationship, Clyde’s sporadic resentment of Magreb and how she has changed him, but ultimately they encounter difficulties any mortal couple would: Magreb’s restlessness and Clyde’s unwillingness to move, as well as Clyde’s struggles with the person (vampire?) that he used to be, contrasted with the one Magreb made him to be.

“Vampires in the Lemon Grove” never fails to remind us that Clyde is a vampire, that he is immortal, but at the end, as he hurtles towards the sea, much like the bats that he himself cannot fly with, I wonder if his immorality is really that firmly cemented.

The death of the mouse is desirable in every way, but will life without him really be pleasurable? Will the mouse’s absence satisfy him entirely? Is it conceivable that he may miss the mouse, from time to time? Is it possible that he needs the mouse, is some disturbing way? (18)

544dcaf446fbc273a3ed9a2ffbc0a001--classic-cartoons-vintage-cartoonsThe cat’s reluctance to eat the mouse, despite it being his one goal in life, suggests a codependence between the two. This codependence is enforced by the mouse’s action of wiping himself out of existence in the next paragraph after he erases the cat. A world in which the other did not exist would be, on the surface, incredibly easier for both: the cat would not be injured attempting to catch the mouse, while the mouse’s quest for food would be unhindered. However, while it would be easier they would remain unfulfilled. This looming emptiness forces the cat and the mouse to face the reality that they cannot live without the other. By erasing the cat and them himself from existence in the next paragraph, the mouse allows them both to escape from a world in which their one goal, unhindered access to cheese for the mouse and killing the mouse for the cat, would forever be out of reach due to their reliance on each other. As the cat and mouse are cartoon characters, the viewer need not worry about what happens after the curtains close, assured in the knowledge that the characters will be back and healthy in the next episode. However, the final words of the the story “THE END” (18) contain a far less comforting message for this cat and mouse; this incarnation of cat and mouse became too aware of their relationship and thus they had to be removed forever allowing new incarnations to replace them for the next episode. The fateful term “THE END” not only closes the story but also closes the curtains on the existence of this cat and mouse. By placing this story at the beginning of the collections prepares the reader for Millhauser’s penchant for the fantastic element of exaggeration that is seen throughout the entire collection through a medium that, to the modern viewer is easily digestible.

6f3Within the story of “Cat ‘N’ Mouse” by Steven Millhauser, the cat tirelessly spends all of his time attempting to capture and kill the mouse, while on the other hand, the mouse tries to relax in his little home along with outsmarting the cat on his cheese outings. The author is detailed in the schemes throughout, while giving the true sense of a cartoon, implementing the common genre with dynamite, hearts beating so hard they protrude from the chest, being electrified by lightning indoors, hearts as eyes, and many other troupes of unrealistic happenings where the cat survives. The surprising twist in this commonly seen theme was the psychological thinking toward the end. There is the instance of where the mouse is thinking about his relationship with the cat, wondering whether they could ever be friends. Then at the very end, just as the cat is about to destroy the mouse (which would complete his mission), he takes a moment to contemplate if it’s “conceivable that he may miss the mouse,” and second guessing if he actually wants the mouse out of his life. Due to the cat’s second guessing, the mouse does not hesitate to erase the entire cat, and then himself. Growing more attached to the two characters as the two developed, it seems to give a reader hope that the two need each other and could one day live in peace, which made the demise of both of them not expected, especially as the characters, as similar TV shows, are “supposed to” live on, with the two continuing their scheming and outsmarting forever. Although the two are both gone, the mouse possibly could have thought that it was better to be erased than to live without the cat, who gave him not only entertainment but purpose.

 

Haven’t they much in common, after all? Both are bachelors, indoor sorts, who enjoy the comforts of a cozy domesticity; both are secretive; both take pleasure in plots and schemes.”

1027753-tom-and-jerry-blamed-mid-east-violenceThis quote stuck out to me because it took the magic of the cartoon and brought it into a human plane. These characters are no longer a brilliant mouse and a scheming cat. They are your everyday homebodies. Millhauser stepped away from the magic of a cat being blown up and surviving with nothing more than ash on his face and caused us to look at these beings as something closer to ourselves. Millhauser examines the unsatisfaction of humans through cartoon characters. We will never be able to be satisfied in life because once we have the one thing we want “most” we then realize that we have no purpose left. It won’t be until we find another want or realize our own demise that we can be content.

Steven Millhauser

“…Art is connected in my mind—in my body—with a sense of enhancement, of radical pleasure, of affirmation, of revelry. Darkness is the element against which this deeper force asserts itself. It may even be that this force deliberately seeks out darkness, in order to assert itself more radically.”  In Transatlantica (2003).

“I’m fanatically reluctant to say that fiction ought to do one thing rather than another. I do know what I want from fiction. I want it to exhilarate me, to unbind my eyes, to murder and resurrect me, to harm me in some fruitful way. But that said, yes, the journey into intense feeling and the conquest of unknown emotional territory is something fiction can make possible.” — In Bomb (2003)

“Legitimate, bona fide monsters do in fact make occasional appearances in my work, but what interests me is something quite different. What interests me—not exclusively, but in relation to the monstrous—is the place where the familiar begins to turn strange. When things cease to be themselves, when they begin to turn into something else, which has no name—that is a region I’m always drawn to. This, I think, accounts for my interest in night scenes, in childhood, in bands of prowling adolescent girls, in underground and attic places, in obsession, in heightened states of awareness. In this sense, it might easily be argued that the wondrous and the monstrous are very much the same.” — In Bomb (2003)

 

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“Many years later…”

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. 
Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude, p. 2

Where precisely is the magic in the opening sentences of One Hundred Years of Solitude? Is it the notion that one might live in a world where one must discover ice? Is there anything magical about a river of clear water with polished stones so white and enormous that they are like “prehistoric eggs”? Or does the magic appear only when we read that “the world was so recent many things lacked names” and “in order to indicate them it was necessary to point”? Perhaps, more than anything, the opening lines of One Hundred Years of Solitude prepare the reader for magic. They suggest that we are entering a world of myth, a world with a history that extends far back in time but also reaches forward to the moment in which a colonel stands before a firing squad and contemplates one single miraculous moment from his childhood. We might see this opening as one of the endless variations of Once upon a time…, which suggests to us that what follows will be a fairy tale, a time of magic that has gone by, a journey undertaken long ago.

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