Perhaps it’s from growing up as a biblical literalist, but I’ll probably always have problems with post-modernism.You see, when you’re taught as a kid that there is one absolute right and you already know it (it’s Genesis to Revelation, no Apocrypha, please), you kind of get the idea that things are just what they seem.Po-mo teaches, among other things, that there’s no true objectivity—reality is subjective and there is no neutral ground upon which to stand.I’m down with that, but the old ways of looking at things remain.This is a long-winded way of saying I finished Kohta Hirano’s ten-volume manga, Hellsing.Over the past year I’ve been reading for a friend of mine, but manga has never really been my thing.I read The Watchmen as a graphic novel, but looking at pictures somehow feels like cheating.It’s that literalist thing again.
I might be dropping some spoilers here, so if you’re even slower than me be warned.There’s quite a bit of shape-shifting here and it’s not always easy to tell who’s who.In a kind of homage to my childhood monsters there’s vampires, werewolves, and even a Frankenstein’s monster in the series.All of them are engaged in a constant state of combat against which the Protestant Hellsing organization stands for a stable civilization.The Catholics are associated with Nazis along the way.It’s a fascinating look at how an eastern culture might view the religious wars of those in the west who all go by the name “Christian.”I think this is the genius of the series.The friend who lent me the volumes has no declared faith, but he finds the dynamic fascinating.Real religious fighting has made it easy for him.
The story, however, falls clearly into the generation of those without absolutes.For someone my age a plot clearly laid out is a thing of beauty.In college we used to argue about how absolutes might exist.Where did they come from, and which is the strongest?Did God make them or does God have to conform to them?Even without the answers, the fact that absolutes existed was assumed.Argument-driven science tells us that a theory is never proven.Science is the best explanation we have at the moment, based on the evidence amassed.In its own way, it has become post-modern.Hellsing is a kind of mind-blowing work.It will likely be a long time before I attempt another manga series.Although I accept the po-mo premise, I still find old-fashioned fiction my favorite.
First UltraViolet.Then Google +.Well, actually neither of these was first—tech initiatives cease to exist all the time.Giants aren’t immune to extinction, it seems.I’ve got to be careful with my confessions toward Luddite sympathies since, as it turns out, tech is king.Emperor, in fact.But since tech only works as long as society holds together, I still want paper knowledge in my library.I don’t own a Kindle and despite what visitors say, I don’t want to “save room” by getting rid of books.I like books.I wink at them from across the room.Sidle up to them when in private.Get to know them intimately.Books are a way of life.If the grid breaks down, I’ll have books to read and candles to do it by.For a while there I even made my own candles, although most of those were used up in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.
You see, my hairs bristle when I hear tech experts complain that “authors should be taught to write in XML.”Said techies have apparently never written a book.Ideas, you see, flow.When you’re in the zone, there’s no stopping to mark-up your text.In fact, the best, purest kind comes in scribbles on paper with misspelled words and all.You can hold it in your hands and remember the Muse who had you at the time.For me the hours of inspiration are before dawn.I mostly use a computer now, but I can still find myself typing too slow to keep up with manic inspiration, desperate to record my ideas before paid work starts.Work is the Medea of creativity—both mother and slayer.Once I login I check out.I need to wait for another day to dawn.
We’ve invested heavily in technology.The internet is largely responsible for the globalization against which the world has recently rebelled.No matter how many times people like me say we love books somebody will say, “Have you considered a Kindle?”Why?I bought a house as a place to keep my books.These little bricks are bits of my mind.Pieces of my soul!What we read makes us who we are.The last person who said the remark about authors learning XML literally sighed with disgust as he said it.How could, you could feel him thinking, anyone be so backward as to think this is a problem?I recall Hurricane Sandy.Sitting in an apartment lit by candles we’d made ourselves, we read old-fashioned books and were eerily content.
In the process of unpacking books, it became clear that evolution has been a large part of my life.More sophisticated colleagues might wonder why anyone would be concerned about an issue that biblical scholars long ago dismissed as passé.Genesis 1–11 is a set of myths, many of which have clear parallels in the world of ancient West Asia.Why even bother asking whether creationism has any merit?I pondered this as I unpacked the many books on Genesis I’d bought and read while teaching.Why this intense interest in this particular story?It goes back, no doubt, to the same roots that stop me in my tracks whenever I see a fossil.The reason I pause to think whenever I see a dinosaur represented in a museum or movie.When a “caveman” suggests a rather lowbrow version of Adam and Eve.When I read about the Big Bang.
The fact is evolution was the first solid evidence that the Bible isn’t literally true.That time comes in every intelligent life (at least among those raised reading the Good Book).You realize, with a horrific shock, that what you’d been told all along was a back-filled fabrication that was meant to save the reputation of book written before the advent of science.The Bible, as the study of said book clearly reveals, is not what the Fundamentalists say it is.Although all of modern scientific medicine is based on the fact of evolution, many who benefit from said medicine deny the very truth behind it.Evolution, since 1859, has been the ditch in which Fundies are willing to die.For this reason, perhaps, I took a very early interest in Genesis.
Back in my teaching days it was my intention to write a book on this.I’d read quite a lot on both Genesis and evolution.I read science voraciously.I taught courses on it.I’d carefully preserved childhood books declaring the evils of evolution.To this day Genesis can stop me cold and I will begin to think over the implications.When we teach children that the Bible is a scientific record, we’re doing a disservice to both religion and society.This false thinking can take a lifetime to overcome, and even then doubts will remain.Such is the power of magical thinking.I keep my books on Genesis, although the classroom is rare to me these days.I do it because it is part of my life.And I wonder if it is something I’ll ever be able to outgrow.
Fair play, so the adage dictates, includes turnabout.Well, that may be overstating it a bit, but after reading Joe Nickell I decided to give the other side a shot.Guy Lyon Playfair’s account, This House Is Haunted: The Amazing Inside Story of the Enfield Poltergeist, was originally written in the aftermath of the truly bizarre happenings at that location in the late 1970s.My reason for reading the book, as maybe you’ve guessed, is that Ed and Lorraine Warren had a hand in the story.Or at least a finger.The movie The Conjuring 2 was based on the Enfield case and it placed the Warrens front and center in its resolution.This is Hollywood, however, and since I’m working on a book on demons I need to try to dig beneath the surface a bit, into regions where tenure-seeking academics often fear to tread.
Interestingly, the Warrens are not even mentioned in Playfair’s book.The edition I read was updated in 2011.Playfair himself was one of the two primary investigators from the Society for Psychical Research.The other was Maurice Grosse (who features in the movie).Before eyeballs start rolling, it’s worth noting that the Society for Psychical Research is actually a respectable academic association.As Playfair makes clear in his book, many of the members are skeptical and few believed that the evidence gathered by Grosse and Playfair indicated anything paranormal at all.The book isn’t shy about dropping the names of the many investigators who dropped in—some uninvited—to either study or debunk the infamous poltergeist.The incident, however, went on to inspire the movie Poltergeist by giving it free license to change almost all of the details.Of the many investigators the Warrens remain unmentioned.
On this blog I’ve been chronicling the on-going struggle of trying to figure out what Ed and Lorraine Warren were up to.Those who met and interviewed them invariably state that they were/are sincere.They didn’t accept payment for their investigations, and often seem to have been genuinely interested in helping the people plagued by what mainstream science claims simply can’t exist.Nevertheless, they had and have detractors even amid the parapsychology crowd.Playfair’s account is quite interesting.Called in early after the onset of strangeness on Wood Lane, Playfair recorded and recounted what he saw.He caught some trickery and wasn’t shy about pointing it out.At the end of the episode, however, he remained convinced that something unexplained had happened there.Nickell dismisses it all with a sentence or two.In the interest of fair play it would seem only right to hear the other side of the story.
This history of ideas is perhaps the most stimulating of intellectual topics.At least to me.The pedigree of an idea tells us something of its validity—its authority, as it were.I have been reading about the early days of science.(Even the idea that science is modern is a mistaken concept; the earliest tool-makers were in some sense scientists.) A book I was reading made the point that in the Renaissance, magic was a proper competitor to science.Magic was sophisticated, based on much of what we would now call “science”—the belief was that the connections between an interconnected universe were hidden.All things were tied together, nevertheless.This presages not only the concept of evolution but modern cosmology as well.The more I thought of this, the more it occurred to me that oppositional thinking, in some sense, dooms the possibilities of finding the truth.
Quantum mechanics, which I understand only on a lay level, has been puzzling over entanglement for some years now.Entanglement was characterized by Einstein’s phrase “spooky action at a distance.”Still, experiments have show that particles that have no way of “knowing” what each other are doing, are nevertheless connected.That connection is nothing physical, nothing material.Indeed, it makes materialists quite nervous.The inert world of quanta should show no tendency towards “will” or “intention” at all.So we call it something else—entanglement.As I read about Renaissance magic, I realized that it was suggesting just this.Of course, they had no means of observing what particle accelerators, such as that at CERN, reveal.Their “science,” however, successfully predicted it.Were it not for the history of ideas we could let materialists think they’ve discovered something new.Historically, though, they haven’t.(I’m not suggesting that quantum mechanics work on the macro level, but I’m observing that magic supposed some kind of entanglement existed.)
This is some kind of entanglement!
Often I have made bold to challenge Occam.I wear a beard for a reason.One size does not fit all in the entangled universe.Some consider the exploration of spiritual aspects of life to be a waste of time.Look at any university pay scales and be so bold as to differ.The funny thing is, science is only now beginning to catch up with what we historically have called magic.There seem to be multiple explanations to the behavior of the material world instead of a single one.Once an idea becomes orthodoxy it becomes dangerous.Reason is very, very important.But reason sometimes get entangled in a world only revealed in the history of ideas.
In our current political climate, perspective helps quite a bit.Indeed, one of the shortcomings of our conscious species is our inability to think much beyond the present.In either direction.Because of the biblical basis of western civilization, a significant portion of otherwise intelligent people believe that the world was created 6000 years ago.I grew up believing that myself, before I learned more about the Bible and its context.I also grew up collecting fossils.Somehow I had no problem knowing that the fossils were from times far before human beings walked the earth, but also that the earth wasn’t nearly as old as it had to be for that to have happened.Faith often involves contradictions and remains self-convinced nevertheless.
While out walking yesterday I came across a fossil leaf.Unbeknownst to our movers last summer, I have boxes of fossils that I’ve picked up in various places that I’ve lived.I find it hard to leave them in situ because of the fascinating sense of contradictions that still grabs me when I see one.There was an impression of a leaf from millions of years ago right at my feet.It was in a rock deeply embedded in the ground and that had to be left in place.Never having found a floral fossil before this was somewhat of a disappointment.Still it left an impression on me.Perhaps when dinosaurs roamed Pennsylvania—or perhaps before—this leaf had fallen and been buried to last for eons.How the world has changed since then!
After that encounter, I considered the brown leaves scattered from the recently departed fall.Some lay on the muddy path, but few or none of them would meet the precise conditions required to form a fossil.If one did, however, it would be here after humanity has either grown up and evolved into something nobler or has destroyed itself in a fit of pique or hatred.We know we’re better than the political games played by those who use the system for their own gain.The impressions we leave are far less benign than this ossified leaf at my feet.The Fundamentalist of the dispensationalist species sees world history divided into very brief ages.God, they opine, created the entire earth to last less than 10,000 years.All this effort, suffering, and hope exists to be wiped out before an actual fossil has time to form.It’s a perspective as fascinating as it is dangerous.
Should my posts of late be castigated as against the Christmas spirit I would rely on Andy Williams’ song, “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” in my defense.“There’ll be scary ghost stories,” the crooner sings amid images of cheer and celebration.What may not be appreciated by my less sober celebrants is that the long nights of winter have as close an association with ghosts as they do with the numerous religious holidays that fervently pray for the return of the light at this time of year.In merry old England, which along with Germany developed the modern concept of Christmas, the holiday was observed with evening ghost stories as is well represented by Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol (likely the source behind Williams’ lyric reference).
So I read about ghosts when the light begins to fail.Or at least that’s my excuse.When Ghost Hunters took to the air in 2004 the world became aware that electronic devices can pick up anomalies and other ghost-hunting groups began to appear.Alan Brown, apparently curious about this development, wrote Ghost Hunters of New England as a field guide of sorts to paranormal investigators.The book divides the region by states and includes the answers to survey questions asked to each of them.The result isn’t especially inspirational, however, as these groups share in common the obvious absence of scientists.It may be that professional scientists fear the career impact of such associations, but as is the case in many academic disciplines, their lack of participation simply erodes the credibility of science in the eyes of many.
Human investigation of the world has reached a point where many academic specialists can no longer communicate effectively with the average person.I work in academic publishing and it is clear that many specialists simply do not recollect the level at which those without advanced training read.We therefore see the rise of hoi polloi as self-appointed experts.If scientists won’t investigate ghosts, plumbers will.And since, no matter what science declares, many people experience ghosts, they will listen to those who at least seek answers.The problem with books like Brown’s, of course, is that if a fad fades the groups disappear leaving the information outdated.A couple of the groups were interesting enough to send me to the websites listed only to find the domain name for sale and the ghost hunting shingle removed from the door.Still, the book had some useful information for those willing to consider the possibilities.After all, the nights can be awfully long in December. And there’ll be scary ghost stories…