Willingly Trapped in Our Own Suffering

I’ve been hard at work on school things and some extra projects, so this blog is continually neglected. But I thought that this reflection, composed for my class on divine silence, might be interesting to you even though it’s not connected to speculative fiction aside from Lewis’s The Great Divorce, which comes in at the end.

I am fascinated by the way that Christian Wiman’s Zero at the Bone describes humanity’s strange attachment to its pains and limitations. In the introduction, he exactly nails the feelings of many young writers: “When you’re young, if you’re at all ‘artistic,’ despair has an alluring quality. You affect it, deploy it, stroke it gently like a sedated leopard” (3). He speaks of a young writer “attached to” his “toy despair” (57). This description makes me worried that he has seen the emotional, self-absorbed poetry I scratched into a small notebook in my lonely high school years. But Wiman generalizes this beyond just the romantic poets: he claims, “We are our wounds, it seems, and without them will not exist” (29). Quoting Emily Dickinson, he says that “A prison gets to be a friend” (59). 

This seems like a strange idea: why would we be attached to something that limits us, that causes us pain? Yet it’s so clearly the way our current culture works. Many young people self-diagnose various mental health issues to find a sense of belonging to an online community of people that is both misunderstood and marginalized. (I myself have been tempted by various videos explaining how female autistics are different and rarely correctly diagnosed, wondering if this could explain why I found it difficult to sustain friendships. I always ultimately decide that I understand people too well for this to be the case.) We seek to excuse our current behavior as something conditioned by past traumas inflicted upon us. The other week, I watched in mild fascination a woman in a YouTube short series who explained all the future behaviors of an adult based on the role they fulfilled in their family of origin. Were you (like me) the oldest child, the one who was responsible and never needed parental support, who became a third parent to the younger children? Then you would inevitably be someone who had trouble being emotionally intimate, who finds partners who need caring for, who never lets yourself have a bad day. Honestly, guilty on all counts, which is why this stuff is so insidious. By finding a prison we can hide within or a wound we can define ourselves by, we absent ourselves from responsibility for our present actions. We negate the ability or need to change. (Is this that different from blaming the devil (or God?) for our actions?)

From this perspective it’s easy to worry that the idea of Christian peace, “the notion that one could make a clean break with the furies of one’s time and mind,” (58-59) is a false optimism, a toxic positivity in the modern vernacular. How can we simply decide not to be affected by all these contexts that clearly affect us? Yet I’m reminded of something someone told me as a young adult which changed how I thought about my own wounds, my own prison: “As soon as we realize that all our problems come from the way we were raised, we become accountable for those problems and can no longer blame them on our parents.” Weren’t Laman and Lemuel raised by the same parents who raised Nephi and Jacob? All of them were dragged away from their home and suffered the privations of eating raw meat in the wilderness. Our experiences affect us, but they are far from being deterministic. Wasn’t Mormon raised in a godless society that seemed to know no accountability for its own actions? His parents certainly don’t make an appearance when he’s taken aside as a ten-year-old by Ammaron and entrusted with the future guardianship of the spiritual records. Were Mormon’s parents absorbed in the spirit of their times? Did they also feel the “sorrowing of the damned, because the Lord would not always suffer them to take happiness in sin?” (Mormon 2:13) How did Mormon choose such a different path from the prevailing circumstances of his time?

an illustration of the dwarf and the tragedian in The Great Divorce, found here, artist unknown

Wiman finds some answers to this dilemma in the same place that I also found them: in the writings of CS Lewis. In Wiman’s poem “The Eft,” he references Lewis’s The Great Divorce. He specifically looks at the characters of “the dwarf and the tragedian,” who are actually one character split into two people. The tragedian insists that all of his troubles are caused by a lack of love and acceptance from his wife, while the dwarf becomes emotionally stunted by this refusal to accept responsibility. Wiman calls their state “the pleasure pain becomes when it becomes a thing to wield/a means of extracting meaning from someone else’s heart/when your own has run dry” (258). He resolves the poem by quoting Lewis again, who is in turn relating the words of his own mentor George McDonald in his fictional Virgil-guide form: “Hell is a state of mind—/ye never said a truer word. And every state of mind,/left to itself, every shutting up of the creature/within the dungeon of its own mind—is, in the end, Hell” (259). The only way to escape the prison we create of our own circumstances is to seek a connection with God, for “Heaven is not a state of mind. Heaven is reality itself./All that is fully real is Heavenly” (259). I had much the same realization reading Lewis as a college student: the unique suffering that the artistic youth becomes attached to is an illusion. All sinners are the same. But all saints become more and more themselves by letting go of their small obsessions, their little hurts, and coming fully into relation with God.

What I Read: August & September 2024

I don’t know why I’m constantly behind on these book reviews, but it seems to be a fact of life, so I suppose I should stop apologizing for it. August started out with my daughter was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It’s a big milestone for our family since she’s the youngest child. Now they are all in. The baptism itself was a really special event where both her grandfathers gave talks about their testimony of the gospel. Thanks to all the family who came to support her.

Also in August, my mom and I also went to go see Further Up and Further In, Max McLean’s sequel play to The Most Reluctant Convert. I didn’t think it was quite as thematically unified as the first play though he does a good job of piecing together CS Lewis’s works from the period surrounding the second World War. It was really interesting to see him portray Lewis in person. I sent the info about the show to the BYU campus event coordinator; I’m really hoping to get the show (or both of them!) to campus.

September saw the start of a new semester. I’m only taking one seminar class, a theory-based course on the concept of divine silence–meaning our reaction to not receiving the answers or comfort we may desire from God. You’ll see the beginnings of the reading for that class reflected somewhat in the reviews below.

I’m also starting work on my master’s thesis, which right now is going to be an examination of the Stormlight Archive as a post-secular epic fantasy. My prospectus was approved by my committee, and I’m having an absolute blast doing the research for it so far, which I think is a good sign that I’ve found the right topic to discuss. I’m also teaching first-year writing again and training to teach advanced persuasive writing. It’s been an interesting experience so far working with juniors and seniors instead of freshmen; it’s a lot easier to fill out a discussion because they always seem to have opinions on what to say.

On the research front, Carl and I handed in the final draft of our paper on religious clothing in the Mandalorian. We’ll be presenting that work locally at LTUE in February, and I’m thinking I may submit it to ICFA this year as well (either that and my thesis research).

This weekend, I’m presenting at VICFA, delayed slightly due to the hurricanes in Florida. The theme is on “Pantheology in World-Building and Magic Systems,” so I’ll be presenting my paper about LDS premortal theology in YA dystopias. I’m excited to see lots of other research combining an interest in real-world beliefs and fantastical literature as well. Perhaps I’ll write up a report for the blog, if you’re interested.

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Cahokia and Deseret: One Projection of an Alternate Mormon Nation

As Michael Collings noted in his classic article on depictions of Latter-day Saints in speculative fiction, one of the science fiction common uses of the Church is as a governmental structure in post-apocalyptic fiction. Once the world has been destroyed, governments fall and alternate structures take its place. When the western United States is mentioned, that usually means a casual mention of the Church maintaining order. (Orson Scott Card did a take of this trope from an LDS perspective in Folk of the Fringe.)

What Collings didn’t note was that the same idea carries over into many books in the alternate history genre. Alternate history is an interesting part of the speculative fiction universe in that these books don’t necessarily contain the same reality-breaking tropes typical of science fiction or fantasy: no aliens, robots, or magic. (Though some do: shoutout to Lee Allred’s Clockwork Deseret universe.) Instead, they speculate by changing a key moment in history and projecting possible societal changes forward. This creates a world that feels speculative, even though it may be entirely realistic (or to be more precise, mimetic). Alternate history novels often focus on a different ending to some key moment in history like the Civil War (eg Bring the Jubilee) or WWII (eg The Man in the High Castle). if America is part of the setting, there’s often a throwaway reference to some kind of state or territory called Deseret out in the west.

This brings us to Cahokia Jazz by Francis Spufford, which won this year’s Sidewise Award for Alternate History. My friend Paul Williams who studies alternate history novels brought this one to my attention. He pointed out that the author is a religious guy (he’s also written a book of Christian apologetics, titled ironically Unapologetic) and that this novel had a small but significant portrayal of an alternate Deseret.

Since the audiobook was currently available through my library, I picked it up and blasted through it fairly quickly. The general premise of the book is that the initial colonizers of the Americas brought over a less virulent strain of smallpox, immunizing many of the indigenous people. The result is a lot more native peoples live through the early colonization era. They form an alliance with the Jesuits, who help them find an acceptable way to syncretize Catholicism with indigenous religions. They travel north and rehabilitate the abandoned native metropolis of Cahokia into a territory largely governed and inhabited by indigenous people (referred to by the unified name of Takata) that eventually join the union as a free state during the Civil War.

From an LDS perspective, we could see this conjecture as similar to the project of the Book of Mormon, which casts the native peoples of America as ancient Christians. There’s a long history of people looking for evidence of Book of Mormon geography to syncretize various drawings and legends with the narrative. Spufford has caught some flack for his syncretism as drawing away from authentic indigenous speculative fiction. Granted that I have no skin in the game, but Spufford’s supposition seems like a reasonable one from a historical perspective. It would hardly be the first time in history that Christianity blended in local religious practices to make itself more successful. I’m thinking about all those Catholic Saints who seem to have been syncretized with local pagan deities, like Brigit/Brigid in Ireland.

Let’s set that aside. Since my wheelhouse is portrayals of Mormons, let’s look at what amounts to a fairly fleshed-out (yet still background) description of the alternate history of the Latter-day Saints. Deseret, Brigham Young, and other Mormon items crop up in the book less than a dozen times, but the pieces still paint an interesting picture:

  • Apparently, there’s still a restoration of some kind. Joseph Smith doesn’t get a mention, but Brigham Young apparently leads the saints to the west, so Joseph’s presence is implied. However, the reaction to the restoration is modulated by the increased Catholic presence in America. It seems to be more of a “we’ll deal with those heretics later,” rather than “these religious ideas are dangerous now.” It’s the kind of long-term, centuries-rather-than-decades thinking that I’ve come to associate with a Catholic approach.
  • Polygamy makes it all the way to the 1920s. The story’s present-day newspapers contain headlines about polygamy as a sticking point for the negotiations for Deseret to enter the union.
  • There’s a Mormon temple that looks like a “pink wedding cake” in the heart of the midwestern city where the story is set. I’m guessing this is based on the Community of Christ temple in Independence, but it’s not really clear. Yet somehow the main body of Latter-day Saints still ended up in the west. I guess with the presence of Cahokia, Nauvoo wouldn’t have been as much of a frontier as it was in our timeline. But why go to Nauvoo? The book is silent on this; it only indicates that the Takata thought their safety was benefitted by separating the white people into warring groups, and thus they aided the Mormons on their journey westward. Presumably, Cahokia’s presence as an independent country also helped them establish Deseret as an independent state. Cahokia decides to join the union in the civil war because they are starting to being outnumbered, while it appears Deseret is still considering, right up to the story’s present.
  • Brigham Young seems to be much more friendly to natives. There’s a prominent scene in the “palace” of the now-symbolic monarch of Cahokia, which showcases a painting of a native council negotiating with business tycoons over the location of cross-continental railroad lines, and Brigham Young gets a seat at the table. This leads me to . . .
  • Questionable understanding of LDS sartorial choices. In this painting, Brigham Young is pictured in a prophetic robe embroidered with lightning. (Yes, we have robes, but not those kind, and they presumably wouldn’t have been worn to a political negotiation.) But this could be forgiven as the painting is explicitly historiography; the book draws attention to how the painting inaccurately dolls up each of the native representatives in maximum costume, when the real negotiation was much rougher. But prophetic robes as a Mormon ethnic costume? I suppose it’s better than pioneer garb.

Anyway, I highly recommend Cahokia Jazz all on its own, even if you aren’t interested in the Mormon references. It’s got a compelling detective plot and some interesting things to say about a multi-ethnic Christianity, and there may or may not be some magic going on in the end. Definitely worth your time.

What I Read: July 2024

Can you tell they’ve been playing Hogwarts Legacy?

I’m writing this on the first day of school for my kids, which is about par for the course for summer as a mom of four. Of course, we had the Fourth of July and Pioneer Day here in Utah. We got to experience the negative side of the weeklong fireworks binge our neighborhood goes on since we were babysitting my in-laws’ dog, who is afraid of fireworks (unlike our dog). I’ll just say that he likes to sleep in my kid’s beds and we had to wash a lot of sheets.

July was also a social month, getting together with many friends and family members both local and out of town. I started teaching my oldest child to drive, which went better than expected but was still an absolutely disorienting experience. I finally finished building the Harry Potter reading room under the stairs that I’ve been thinking about for year (see pictures below!). My kids spent some time at FSY and various other camps, which let me complete some of the academic work I set for myself this summer. Speaking of which . . .

This month was the 2024 Association for Mormon Letters conference focusing on the theme of children’s and young adult literature. I was part of an amazing panel of presenters all talking about speculative YA books by Latter-day Saint authors. Emma Tueller Stone presented on the idea of soul mates, and Kjerste Christensen talked about the prevalence of fairy tale retellings among LDS authors. You can watch the whole panel on YouTube, or skip to this timestamp to watch my presentation on the influence of the idea of the premortal existence on LDS YA dystopias.

The biggest surprise of the conference was Pop Culture on the Apricot Tree winning the podcast award! As I said last month, there were so many good podcasts nominated, so I was shocked when we were informed that we were the winners. You can catch the award citation and our acceptance speeches here, and in case you missed it, I posted a celebratory list of our best episodes.

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On Mormon Rock Star Status, Brandon Sanderson, and Orson Scott Card

What does it mean to be a Latter-day Saint rock star?

This week, an acquaintance I met at ICFA emailed me a question:

As a Mormon fantasy scholar, what do you think of Brandon Sanderson? I mean, love him and I’m teaching The Emperor’s Soul in my fantasy fiction class next year, but as a local boy made good, I’m just kinda curious about whether he has, like … Elvis Presley status within LDS circles.

Gotta love the B-Money persona

Obviously, this was a very dangerous question thing to do and resulted in me typing a three-paragraph email instead of making breakfast for my kids. But this question has been rolling around in my head for a few days now, so I figured I would try to put my thoughts together into a more cohesive format for your perusal.

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