Showing posts with label Nathaniel West. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nathaniel West. Show all posts
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Her
Spike Jonze’s Her is about technologic miscegenation—in this case the love of a man for the operating system or OS of his computer. At one point, Jonze’s blundering anti-hero, who has trouble relating to people (he’s in the middle of a divorce),Theo Twombly (Joachin Phoenix), says “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with a computer” to which his OS replies “You’re having the conversation with me.” But who is me? “You can’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love,” Theo says in an early attempt to create what Martin Buber would term an I/It rather I/Thou relationship with Samantha whose voice is played by Scarlet Johansson. Did Jonze intentionally choose one of the most fetching actresses in cinema to portray the body’s absence? Plainly Jonze who also directed Being John Malkovich, among other movies, is concerned with being and authenticity, two philosophical concepts that derive directly from the pages of Heidegger’s Being and Time. Samantha can produce music. She can draw and, with the help of the camera on Theo's computer, she can even begin to perceive the world. “I’m becoming a lot more than what they programmed, “ Samantha exclaims as she goes on to reveal that she has wants and intent. So what’s the difference between “her" and say a flesh and blood woman. Her is the death knell of the biologic concept of self, something which was prefigured in Steven Spielberg’s A.I. Artificial Intelligence where the notion of consciousness existing without the body was previously contemplated. “We haven’t had sex lately," Samantha remarks at one of the many points where boy and girl or boy and machine find themselves at odds. “I understand I don’t have a body.” The exchange is reminiscent of the line in A.I. where the robot David asks, “Mommy if Pinocchio became real and I become a real boy can I come home?" And what’s revolutionary about Her is that it spells out rather explicitly how cyber-consciousness could operate. In one brilliant scene visual images disappear from the scene, as Samantha and Theo experience the simulation of physicality. The impossible becomes a distinct possibility. Her begins like Nathaniel West's Miss Lonelyhearts. Our hero writes passionate letters for other people who obviously don’t have the ability to communicate with each other. He is a surrogate sensibility. This is the first hint of the mind /body dichotomy. Theo traffics in consciousnesses the way rogue doctors traffic in organs. Later on in the movie disembodiment, the lack of integration of its varying parts of the self, is dealt with when Samantha tries to introduce a surrogate so she can finally have so called real sex. It’s a failure and the best sex takes places when the ante is lowered. One of the consciousnesses that appears in the course of the film is that of the deceased philosopher of Zen, Alan Watts, whose Buddhist ideas create the setting for the film’s denouement. What’s apparent is that not only has Samantha evolved from the programmed rote learning typical of computerized operating systems to the kind of self-reflexive intelligence we associate with the human brain, she has gone beyond that. She is evolving more quickly than Theo and talks with 8316 other people, 641 of which are romantic interests. The biologist Gerald Edelman wrote a book called Neural Darwinism, but no one has really compared the evolution of brain cells to bytes, though Jonze's bittersweet conundrum about the inevitable deficiency of man to the object of his own creation might be prophetic. As as addenda check out an interview with Sebastian Thrun in Foreign Affairs (“Google’s Original X-Man,” November/December 2014). There the subject of developing a computer that can actually learn rather than simply regurgitate programmed data, is dealt with. Spike Jonze earns an A in phenomenology as well as film for this one.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Dear Abby
Did you know that Pauline Phillips who wrote the Dear Abby
column was the twin sister of Esther Lederer aka Ann Landers? Did you know how
Abby got her name. “Mrs. Phillips chose her pen name herself, taking Abigail
after the prophetress in the Book of Samuel (“Then David said to Abigail
‘Blessed is your advice and blessed are you’”), wrote Margalit Fox in a recent Times obit (“Pauline Phillips, Flinty Advisor to Millions as Dear Abby, Dies at 94," NYT, 1/17/13). The
Times obit begins by quoting Dear Abby’s response to a newly wed named Ed whose wife “showers, brushes her
teeth and fixes our breakfast--still in the buff.” “Dear Ed,” the Times quotes Abby as responding, “It’s O.K. with me. But tell
her to put on an apron when she’s frying bacon.” Neither Dear Abby, which was syndicated
in 1400 papers and had over 100,000,000 readers, nor Ann Landers were the first
advice columns, but they were icons of American life, reflecting a genre that
was carried on in television programs like Montel Williams, Oprah Winfrey that
themselves anticipated reality TV. Nathaniel West’s Miss Lonelyhearts was the first and most notable of a series of
fictions that appropriated the advice column format for literary purposes. The
Internet would be a walking Dear Abby and Ann Landers and it’s a wonder that
columns like Dear Abby managed to stay alive in a world of social networking
where in effect everyone was either writing or responding to their own
personalized Abigail Van Buren. Still in all there was great wit, occasional
brilliance and quite a bit of solace in Dear Abby’s columns which also
anticipated the onslaught of Americans vomiting their guts out on a large
scale, in or to purge themselves of their toxins.
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