Wall-E and the Ark in Space

Last week Bev and I went to watch Wall-E, a love story about two robots. Wall-E has been left behind to clean up Earth, which has been abandoned due to all the pollution and rubbish, but then he meets a sleek “female” robot called Eve, who’s a bit like a Mac to his PC.

I loved it. You wouldn’t think that a story about two robots could be this good, but it is. The start of the story is a bit slow, but things really kick off once they head into space. It’s got a good environmental message, and an entertaining yet disturbing vision of what humanity could become.

Parts of it reminded me a bit of the story of Noah’s Ark, and I wasn’t the only one. Mark Meynell writes on his blog about the themes in the story, including some of the Biblical parallels and resonances – well worth a read!

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Alexander Solzhenitsyn Quotes: The Weight of Truth

Proverbs about truth are well-loved in Russian. They give steady and sometimes striking expression to the not inconsiderable harsh national experience:

ONE WORD OF TRUTH SHALL OUTWEIGH THE WHOLE WORLD.

And it is here, on an imaginary fantasy, a breach of the principle of the conservation of mass and energy, that I base both my own activity and my appeal to the writers of the whole world.

– Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Nobel Lecture in Literature 1970

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Alexander Solzhenitsyn Quotes: Will Beauty save the world?

One day Dostoevsky threw out the enigmatic remark: “Beauty will save the world”. What sort of a statement is that? For a long time I considered it mere words. How could that be possible? When in bloodthirsty history did beauty ever save anyone from anything? Ennobled, uplifted, yes – but whom has it saved?

There is, however, a certain peculiarity in the essence of beauty, a peculiarity in the status of art: namely, the convincingness of a true work of art is completely irrefutable and it forces even an opposing heart to surrender. It is possible to compose an outwardly smooth and elegant political speech, a headstrong article, a social program, or a philosophical system on the basis of both a mistake and a lie. What is hidden, what distorted, will not immediately become obvious.

Then a contradictory speech, article, program, a differently constructed philosophy rallies in opposition – and all just as elegant and smooth, and once again it works. Which is why such things are both trusted and mistrusted.

In vain to reiterate what does not reach the heart.

But a work of art bears within itself its own verification: conceptions which are devised or stretched do not stand being portrayed in images, they all come crashing down, appear sickly and pale, convince no one. But those works of art which have scooped up the truth and presented it to us as a living force – they take hold of us, compel us, and nobody ever, not even in ages to come, will appear to refute them.

So perhaps that ancient trinity of Truth, Goodness and Beauty is not simply an empty, faded formula as we thought in the days of our self-confident, materialistic youth? If the tops of these three trees converge, as the scholars maintained, but the too blatant, too direct stems of Truth and Goodness are crushed, cut down, not allowed through – then perhaps the fantastic, unpredictable, unexpected stems of Beauty will push through and soar TO THAT VERY SAME PLACE, and in so doing will fulfil the work of all three?

In that case Dostoevsky’s remark, “Beauty will save the world”, was not a careless phrase but a prophecy? After all HE was granted to see much, a man of fantastic illumination.

And in that case art, literature might really be able to help the world today?

It is the small insight which, over the years, I have succeeded in gaining into this matter that I shall attempt to lay before you here today.

  • Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Nobel Lecture in Literature, 1970
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Doctor Who Series 4 Review: Part 1

The Curse of the Successful Formula

Doctor Who’s twenty-first century regeneration has been refined into a well-tuned formula of adventure and excitement. Series 4 saw the show reach new heights of popularity, with its highest ratings and audience appreciation figures so far.

But this successful formula is both its greatest strength and greatest weakness. It’s a strength because it’s a successful formula, and so most episodes are never less than solidly entertaining and well-made, but it’s a weakness in that it’s a successful formula, and so series 4 couldn’t escape a certain air of familiarity, a sense of going through the motions, losing something of its ability to surprise and challenge the viewer.

Good art doesn’t just seek to satisfy the existing tastes of the audience, to merely meet consumer demand, but to give people a taste for something new. When Doctor Who was brough back, many in television thought the family audience was dead. Rather than just pandering to existing demand, it gave people something good and imaginative, and created the demand for itself by virtue of being original, high quality storytelling. Doctor Who, with its travels in time and space, and with its alien central character, is ideally suited to inspiring people with works of imagination.

The three two-parters this series, The Sontaran Stratagem, Silence in the Library and Journey’s End, each work to a formula, but in different ways and with varying degrees of success.

The worst offender is The Sontaran Stratagem, which a computerised Doctor Who Plot Generator could have written simply by filling in the “Insert Cliché Here” blanks in a standard template. Invasing monsters? Check. Everyday objects being put to sinister use? Check. Alien threat as media event? Present and correct. Awkward and badly-thought out attempt at topicality? Oh dear, yes. And there are a whole bunch of other clichés thrown into the mix, including the Doomed Journalist, the Child Genius, the Evil Clone, the Stooge’s Redemptive Self-Sacrifice.

My short story The Shopping Trolleys of Doom (available as part of Short Trips: How the Doctor Changed My Life from Big Finish and all good bookshops from 30th September, order your copies now!) is written to this kind of formula, but as an affectionate pastiche, a joke. The Sontaran Stratagem uses this formula seriously.

The Sontaran Stratagem is just like Eragon, an awful excuse for a fantasy novel that simply takes the exact plot of Star Wars and gives it the names and scenery from Lord of the Rings. They use tried-and-tested plots, and so can’t fail to function on some level as entertaining-enough mental candyfloss, but are utterly devoid of any originality or interest.

In Silence in the Library, even the Mighty Moff shows the same tendency towards repetition. Take a creepy monster with a repetitive catchphrase as in The Empty Child, add in a contrived love interest like Madame de Pompadour from The Girl in the Fireplace, add a few timey-wimey shenanigans like those in Blink, set it in a library, and viola!

But Moffat can make it work: his story still manages to have more imagination in the first 90 seconds than The Sontaran Stratagem has in 90 minutes, by bothering to have some cool new ideas like the Nodes and Data Ghosts, and to rearrange those the ideas it does reuse into new and interesting patterns.

Silence in the Library is a good example of how you can have a formula, in the sense of a format or a structure, without being formulaic. A background pattern or structure can be a good basis for variation on that theme, and variation or innovation is all the more pronounced for being set against that background.

It’s the most successful case of working within a particular formula or “voice”, but is still prone to the same dangers, and doesn’t entirely avoid the pitfalls. The story is still too self-consciously a “Moffat Script”, and relies a bit too much on his established repertoire of trademark tricks, making it his least satisfying story – but in this case, that simply means that the story is mostly brilliant rather than entirely brilliant.

Journey’s End shows another approach to formula. Basically, the finale just the “Go Large” version of Parting of the Ways. There aren’t any new ideas, just the same ideas done BIGGER! but slightly less well. We don’t just have Earth in peril… but EVERY universe! We don’t just have Mickey and Jackie back… but EVERY companion of the Tenth Doctor!

It’s silly, it’s fun, and I enjoyed it an awful lot. But inflating the same elements to ridiculous proportions doesn’t amount to originality. Journey’s End didn’t seem to quite hang together as well as Parting of the Ways either, as I examined in my series finale review.

That sums up series 4 for me… it’s got Doctor Who down to a well-refined formula, and on one level it’s a formula that works. The show never less than polished and entertaining, but it loses something of its freshness and excitement for following the same patterns as have gone before. Worse, it reduces the show to consumer commodity, giving the audience what they already want, rather than surprising them with what they didn’t know they’d enjoy.

Is this really such a problem, though? Is there anything wrong with the show giving the audience what they want? The problem is that if the BBC had taken this attitude five years ago, we’d never have had Doctor Who back on our television screens. The family audience was believed dead and buried. There was no indication that the audience in general particularly wanted Doctor Who to return, or to sit down and watch Saturday teatime drama.

That was one of the wonderful things about the show’s return: it was a glorious risk, inspired by imagination and vision rather than audience research and the focus group mentality. Let’s hope that in the specials and beyong, we’ll see more of that same imagination and risk that made the revival of Doctor Who such a blazing success.

Stay tuned for the next part of my review, where I discuss series 4’s portrayal of the Doctor, and why he is always at his most interesting when he is most unlike us.

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Death of Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Alexander Solzhenitsyn died at the weekend. I’ve not read much written by him, particularly not his most famous works such as One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich or The Gulag Archipelago, but I’ve read some of his writings such as his 1970 Nobel Lecture. As well as a brave man who exposed the brutality of Soviet Russia, he was also a provocative and insightful critic of the West.

I’m going to post some quotations from him over the next few days that I find particularly interesting. First up, one from his Havard Address in 1978, where he talks about “the calamity of an autonomous, irreligious humanistic consciousness” that blights the modern world:

It has made man the measure of all things on earth—imperfect man, who is never free of pride, self-interest, envy, vanity, and dozens of other defects. We are now paying for the mistakes which were not properly appraised at the beginning of the journey. On the way from the Renaissance to our days we have enriched our experience, but we have lost the concept of a Supreme Complete Entity which used to restrain our passions and our irresponsibility.

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Escapism vs Imagination

When someone accused J R R Tolkien of writing escapism, Tolkien apparently replied: “Maybe, but it’s not the escape of a deserter from the front lines, but of a prisoner from a cage.”

These two types of escapism are a good description of the two ways that stories can function. Borrowing from Andrew Fellows from L’Abri, I’ll label the escape of the deserter as “Fantasy” and the escape of the prisoner from the cage as “Imagination”. Let me try and explain a bit better…

By Imagination, I mean stories that take us beyond ourselves, that broaden our horizons, that give us new windows on the world. C S Lewis explained in An Experiment in Criticism that he saw Imagination as what made stories worthwhile (although he didn’t use that term specifically). Here’s what he said:

What then is the good of – what is even the defence for – occupying our hearts with stories of what never happened and entering vicariously into feelings which we should try to avoid having in our own person? Or of fixing our inner eye earnestly on things that can never exist…? The nearest I have yet got to an answer is that we seek an enlargement of our being. We want to be more than ourselves. Each of us by nature sees the whole world from one point of view with a perspective and selectiveness peculiar to himself… We want to see with other eyes, to imagine with other imaginations, to feel with other hears, as well as with our own… We demand windows. Literature as Logos is a series of windows, even of doors…

This is escapism, not to get away from reality, but to discover new ways of seeing reality. Storytelling, including science fiction and fantasy, which I particularly enjoy, are at their best Imagination – they expands us, give us new ways of seeing the world. That a woodland glade may lead to fairyland or a Police Box may in fact be a time machine in disguise helps open our minds to the possible wonders of the world around us. Through seeing the world around us through the eyes of other characters with perspectives very different from our own, we are helped to see beyond our own horizons, to transcend the narrow limitations of our own particular experience and perspective.

Fantasy on the other hand are stories merely as distraction, escape from reality. Fantasy is to Imagination what pornography is to real relationships. Fantasy never challenges us, or makes demands. It only serves to gratify our existing tastes, rather than to give us an appreciation of new things. Probably the majority of entertainment in the media functions as Fantasy.

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Community and authority

Dave Bish posts a link to an interesting and thought-provoking article by Jonathan Leeman titled “Individualism’s Not the Problem–Community’s Not the Solution“.

I think Leeman does a good job of showing why communitarianism alone is an inadequate solution to individualism: replacing the rebellious individual with a rebellious community doesn’t solve anything.

But the article makes the common mistake of turning something that’s both/and into an either/or. He attacks communitarianism as always being anti-authority, and hence downplaying God’s majesty and so on. I don’t think that needs to be the case – there’s a proper place for communitarianism. Just as the answer to the abuse of authority is not misuse but right use, the answer to a woolly, authority-less idea of community is not to reject community, but to develop a right understanding of community, which includes a proper place for authority.

Authoritarianism alone won’t necessarily solves all the problems: it’s possible to have a proper understanding of the majesty and authority of God, but to conceive of it in purely individual terms. Evangelicalism has sometimes fallen into the trap of salvation only being about my individual guilt before a holy God – that is, having a sense of authority, but not of community, of God’s plan not just for individuals, but for the whole world, the whole cosmos, through the Church.

Modernity neglected both community and authority. Postmodernity is mixed bag: it’s an improvement on modernity in that it recognises once more the importance of community, but is worse in that it goes even further than modernity in rejecting all authority. But to understand the Gospel in its fullness, we need to embrace both community and authority.

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We’re engaged!

Beverley & me at Rich & Becky’s wedding last weekend
To cut a long story short:
On Saturday 19th July, around one o’clock in the afternoon, I got down on one knee and asked my wonderful girlfriend Beverley Watling if she wants to marry me. She said yes, so we’re now engaged!

To cut a short story long:
Saturday, 9:30am
I open my eyes, and have the clear rush of thoughts that follow a sudden waking from a good night’s sleep:

Curtains.
Sunlight.
Morning.
What’s the time?
My watch.
9:30.
Not too early. Not too late.
Sunshine – yes! Perfect.
Action stations.

I leap out of bed, and pull open the top draw of my desk. I take out a box, and flip it open. I hold the box in the shaft of sunlight coming through the gap in the curtains. The contents of the box glints and reflects the morning rays.

A silver ring – white gold, to be precise – lies there, a diamond snugly sitting against its perfect circle. In the light, the stone looks as if fireworks are frozen in a fragment of ice.

But it’s not the sight before my eyes, but the image in my mind that makes me smile: Beverley Watling. It’s ten months and two days since I started going out with her, and getting to know her better and falling more and more in love with her has seemed a remarkably easy process. I’m due to go round to her house for 11:30am, and we need to go shopping and be back at my house by two.

In the last few weeks, I’d considered all sorts of madcap schemes and hair-brained stunts. A surprise appearance as she visited her parents in North Wales, a treasure hunt across Cardiff, writing my love in letters in the sky… But too much could go wrong, and it needs to be perfect. I need to keep it simple. I need only three things.

Item number one: sunshine. I pull the curtains fully open onto the glorious morning. I’m good to go.

11:00am
I leave the house, beard trimmed, hair washed, thoroughly clean and sweet-smelling. Today of all days it’s important to reach female-friendly levels of personal cleanliness, rather than my default lower levels of male-friendly cleanliness.

From my pocket, I take a scrap of paper, on which are written many words. Words of appreciation, of admiration and of love. Jotted down last night. I mean every one of them, but I crumple up the paper without looking at it again. When I speak, my words must not come from a script, but come from my heart.

Item two: sincerity.

11:10am
A slight detour to the shops. I duck into a supermarket. I’m distracted for a moment by the “Reduced for Quick Sale” trolley – are there any cakes in there? But that’s not why I’m here. I make my way to the far aisle, and examine the rows and rows of unfamiliar bottles. I take one, and head for the checkout.

Item three: champagne.

I don’t really need it, of course. But it’s suitably celebratory, and “Love is not love that stops at duty’s end.” (I think I made that one up. With apologies to Shakespeare, of course. I ought to write it down while I still remember it.)

The ring is in my pocket, and the three vital ingredients are in place: sunshine, sincerity and champagne. What can possibly go wrong?

11:15am
The clouds are darkening. I feel the first spots of rain.

Please God, bring out the sun again quickly!

11:25am
I ring the bell of Bev’s house. Vicky answers the door – Bev is still in the shower. I chat with her in the living room, glancing out the window at the sky every ten seconds.

11:40am
Beverley comes down the stairs, dressed but with her hair wrapped up in a towel. She makes me a cup of tea and tells me she needs to finish getting herself ready – drying her hair, putting on her make-up. That won’t take too long, will it?

12:30pm
Three quarters of an hour later… the weather is no better, and Bev seems a bit stressed out. She remembers she needs to hang her washing up to dry, and suggests I go to Lidl while she does so to save time, and to give her space to de-stress.

If she’s feeling like that, and if the weather isn’t getting better, perhaps this isn’t the best time to pop the question? Crestfallen, I make my way to Lidl and ask God for wisdom. Should I put it off until another time? If I do, where will I conceal the champagne?

The skies open with a torrential downpour that would make Noah nervous.

12:55pm
Two cartons of fruit juice, a jar of honey, a couple of packets of crisps, a frozen pizza, some biscuits and a bag of apples later, I emerge from Lidl. The wind is blowing, and the rainclouds are disappearing rapidly towards the horizon. White fluffy clouds billow across the blue skies above, and the Hallelujah chorus plays triumphantly in the background, in my mind at least.

Things are looking up!

1:05pm
I arrive back at Bev’s house. She’s almost ready to head back round to my house in time for lunch and people possibly arriving from two. I ask her how she is now, and she tells me she’s feeling better. I suggest we step out into the garden a moment.

Beverley looks beautiful, the sun catching her light-brown hair, making it radiant, her face happy and smiling. I hug her to me, and tell her how much I love her, care for her and enjoy her company. I say how wonderful the last ten months and two days have been. I could go on for ages, but I’m sure she can guess what’s coming. I get out the box, and open it to reveal the ring.

“Miss Beverley Hannah Watling, will you marry me?”

I realise I’ve forgotten to get down on one knee, and hurriedly do so mid-sentence. But she’s already giving her answer, her face beaming with happiness.

“Yes!”

She puts on the ring. I laugh, and swing her round, hugging her to me. I show her the bottle of champagne, and we kiss and laugh, as excited as we’ve ever been in all our lives.

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