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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Pacifism in a Time of War

Or, Why I Won't Be Watching The Hunger Games in Theatres.

I think there is a split between people who like The Hunger Games trilogy for the characters and writing, and people who found the message far more important than the relationships. Dystopias are written to parallel contemporary culture. So, there is definitely a statement about the world in which we live to be found here.

But I think it goes even further. On the surface, this is a hero tale. A girl overcomes remarkable odds to make the world a better place. Now, I identify with Katniss.  As much as someone from the middle class who has never been in combat can. But I didn't read the series as a hero tale. Katniss simply does what she has to to survive and protect her family. And if it were just a hero tale, I don't think the series would be very remarkable. The writing is very good, the characters full and complex. Suzanne Collins has a knack for always leading her characters down the most difficult paths.  But there is nothing inherently disturbing in the hero tale.  Even set in a dystopia.  But there is something deeper at work here.

Suzanne Collins is not just writing a cautionary tale. As I read it, The Hunger Games trilogy is one of the  most well argued pieces of anti-war literature ever to masquerade as an adventure story.

The Hunger Games is a pacifist manifesto.

She builds the most compelling case for a just war that you could make.  Then she deconstructs her case by showing all the evils of war without pulling any punches or glossing over long term consequences with a happy ending.

I honestly didn't care about the romance. I cared about the characters as individuals, but I really cared most about Panem. Is there a way out? Once it blows up beyond what one girl can handle, will we get a break emotionally and have a little bit of offstage exposition? No. We will be dragged through every detail of injuries, propaganda, emotional trauma, politics, corruption, bravery, injustice, cruelty, and love.  We will be made to see the crimes committed by both sides.  We will be forced to look into the faces of the oppressed.  And we hear the voice of the author: "This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong."

I feel a little uncomfortable with the fan response to the books. Because I didn't enjoy them.  Not the way I enjoy most novels.  But they spoke to me and I hope the die-hard fans heard at least some of the message I did. For me, the entire series boiled down to one conversation:

"We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss." 
"What?" I ask.
"The time it sticks."


Anything less than this central message renders the movie meaningless to me.  And if it's spot on, I'll be more messed up by it than by the books. So I won't be seeing the movies.

But, for the record, Team Peeta.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Parable


Building Barns
“This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God.” Luke 12:21

The preacher stood in front of his congregation, beaming, “Today we are implementing a new system that will allow us to greater serve the needs of this congregation during worship.  This system is cutting edge and designed to boost attendance and provide greater spiritual nourishment.  Its name is Gimmix.  Gimmix is an electronic control package that allows us to run lights, sound, auto-tune, projections, video, and live recording from one console.  We will be able to pre-program the entire worship and run it for each of the services.  From the same console we can record and upload the service to our website.   The ministers and elders feel this is the biggest advancement our church has made since we added electric guitar.  Please join me in applauding the programmers that rushed to install Gimmix for this Sunday’s service.“  
The worship leader got up amidst the applause and waited for the new moving lights to ballyhoo, indicating that worship had begun.  There was a pause and a loud POP!  All the lights went out.  The mic went dead.  The preacher got back up. 
“Just a few moments,” he shouted, “we are clearly running into some technical difficulties.” 
He waited nervously.  From the back of the auditorium, a man in a blazer and jeans came forward and whispered in the preacher’s ear.  “It appears we may have a serious electrical overload.  We won’t be able to run Gimmix today, and we didn’t make any back-up plans.  You are all invited to enjoy an early brunch.” 
Slowly the church filled from the darkened auditorium into the sunlit parking lot.  They stood dazed, thrown by the interruption in their Sunday routine.  A little girl looked up at her father. “Daddy, why are we having church outside?”
“We aren’t,” he said, “We aren’t having church today because the Gimmix didn’t work.”
“Oh,” she said.
People were starting to edge away.  The little girl started to sing.  It was one of the older songs with a memorable melody that they still sang sometimes.  Her father looked down at her joined in her song.  Slowly more members of the crowd joined in until the whole congregation was singing.  The preacher emerged from the church and his embarrassment turned to amazement when he saw his church, without aide, leadership, sound systems, lights, or lyrics singing:
Just as I am without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me
And that though bidst me come to thee
Oh Lamb of God I come, I come.