Well, scholars, we apologize for not quite meeting the assignment deadline. One of us had a catastrophic computer failure causing major hair-pulling and retyping. In short, the computer ate our homework. :) So, here we are one day late, but not a blessed word short with our response to partner posting assignment number 9. We hope you enjoy it.
Martha Durgy and Spring Lea Boehler
Fiction Books: Why should they be included on the recommended reading list?
Books on a recommended
reading list for graduate level work should cover material of educational
value pertaining to the field of study, or they should encourage the students
to think in ways conducive to higher levels of reasoning. Although
nonfiction titles are an obvious means to deliver such material, fiction
titles as well can be a very valid vehicle. Two fiction titles that
are on the recommended reading list for Emporia State University’s Masters
of Library Science (MLS) students are Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles
and Walter Miller’s Canticle for Leibowitz. These books definitely
belong on the list because they deliver high concepts in parable form.
Bradbury’s contribution belongs
on a list geared for MLS students because it addresses some of the very
basic components of philosophical thinking which is one of the pillars
underlying library science. Specifically, the book attempts to answer
the three key questions, “What does it mean to be human?” “What is real?”
and “How does a person know something?” Although there is not one,
single answer for these questions which can represent every person’s unique
view of life, Bradbury fairly clearly demonstrates his personal answers.
He does so through a series of vignettes, which speculate what would happen
if humans were to land on Mars and intermingle with a preexisting sentient
culture.
The first question, “What
does it mean to be human?” Bradbury addresses throughout the book.
However, he poses the question slightly differently by taking it to a higher
level and asking, “What does it take to be a good human?” “Good,” to him,
is a human that values balance. It is a person who takes art and
science; religion and reason; and animal instinct and higher thought in
equal doses. Bradbury demonstrates this opinion most clearly in the
final vignette, “October, 2026: The Million Year Picnic.” In
this story, a family travels to Mars in refuge from war torn Earth and
denounces their “humanity” to become “Martians.” Although on the
surface this change seems merely semantic --they do not undergo any physiological
changes--Bradbury uses the character of the father to explain that being
“Martian” will mean much more than simply living on Mars. He says:
Life on Earth never settled
down to doing anything good. Science ran too
far ahead of us too
quickly, and the people got lost in a mechanical
wilderness, like children
making over pretty things, gadgets, helicopters,
rockets; emphasizing
the wrong items, emphasizing machines instead
of how to run the machines
(Bradbury, 1946).
This shows us that Bradbury
thinks most humans are irresponsible in their approach to progress.
It is meant to warn the reader against weighing too heavily on technological
advances and rely on wisdom and clarity of thought as a guide through life.
Bradbury plays with the second question, “What is real?” in a plethora
of ways in most of the vignettes. “Play” is an apt word to describe
his treatment of this topic because he uses the science fiction setting
to generate ambiguity. The Martians of the book have the telepathic
ability to create illusions that can seem very real. In one story,
a landing party of humans is taken for illusions by the Martians they encounter
and treated as if they were no more than that. In another, some Earthmen
treat an illusionary landscape as if it were really their surroundings.
But perhaps the best example of Bradbury’s assessment of what is real is
in the vignette, “August, 2002: Night Meeting.” In this passage,
a young man, Tomas Gomez, encounters a Martian on a highway in the middle
of the night. From Gomez’s point of view, he is meeting a phantom,
since all the Martians are supposed
to have died out. As the reader, the inclination
is to agree with Gomez until the Martian poses a very interesting question,
“You are so certain. How can you prove who is from the Past, and
who is from the Future?” (Bradbury, 1946). They begin to debate about
whether Gomez is looking on the ruins of the Martian’s city, or if the
Martian is meeting Gomez thousands of years after the human cities have
crumbled. In the end, the Martian says, “What does it matter who
is Past or Future, if we are both alive, for what follows will follow,
tomorrow or in ten thousand years” (Bradbury, 1046). It is curious
that Bradbury chose the Martian as the mouthpiece of wisdom; this, again,
hearkens us back to question number one. Basically, he is saying,
here and throughout the book, that reality depends solely on perception.
What is perceived to be real will be treated as such, and something or
someone that is real can be made less so if the people surrounding the
person treat him or her as illusionary. It is an interesting answer
to the question, and one that can fill the reader with the dread, “What
if suddenly everyone started to treat me as an illusion?”
The third question Bradbury
poses and attempts to answer is, “How do we know something?” Three
possible methods are through proof or hard fact, through experience, and
through reason. Bradbury addresses the effectiveness of each approach
in the vignette, “June, 2001: And the Moon be Still as Bright.”
In this story, an expedition of Earthmen lands on Mars near a cluster of
Martian cities. They discover that out of the five nearby, four have
been deserted for centuries, but the fifth had been lived in until a short
time ago. In the fifth city, there are thousands of dead Martians,
having fallen prey to Chicken Pox brought by a previous expedition.
Of the landing party, an archeologist named Spender goes to the Martian
cities to try and learn more about the Martian culture. As he assimilates
his knowledge, the reader sees that he does so by use of the three methods
described above. First, he uses the leftover artifacts, paintings,
and tools to determine to what parts of life the Martians
assigned value. Next, he begins to learn
to read the Martian language and live in their houses. In this way,
he experiences Martian life first hand. Then, he begins to reason
how Martian life enabled them to be a more durable, peaceful people than
humans. He sums up what he has learned from the three sorts of knowledge
as he addresses the captain of the expedition. He says:
Because I’ve seen that
what these Martians had was just as good as
anything we’ll ever
hope to have. They stopped where we should have
stopped a hundred years
ago. I’ve walked in their cities and I know these
people and I’d be glad
to call any one of them my ancestors... They quit
trying too hard to destroy
everything, to humble everything. They blended
religion and art and
science because, at base, science is no more than an
investigation of a miracle
we can never explain, and art is an interpretation
of that miracle (Bradbury,
1946).
This demonstrates his complete
immersion into Martian culture, his extended knowledge of a people that
were dead. The reader is allowed to see in other vignettes the living
Martian culture and proof that Spender is correct. In this way, Bradbury
proves the validity of the three ways of gaining knowledge.
A nonfiction book of philosophy
would address these same three issues in a very different way than Bradbury,
but might still arrive at some of the same conclusions. Bradbury’s
fiction is just the sugar that helps the medicine go down, so to speak.
The story of the Earthmen and the Martians is just a way to make the points
of philosophy more enticing to readers. It does not detract from
the discussion. In fact, in some ways it helps by adding new twists
on the questions. By creating a hypothetical race of people that
act in different ways than humans, Bradbury allows the reader to exam the
human race more objectively and with more detail than might otherwise be
possible. All this is what makes the intellectual value of this book
as great as any of the nonfiction titles on the MLS students’ reading list.
A Canticle for Leibowitz
is a huge story. It encompasses 12 centuries of change, the destruction
of a civilization that regenerates then returns to self-destruction. There
are the rhythms of changing characters and leaders over a backdrop of Roman
Catholicism and a society gradually increasing in worldliness. Where we
might characterize Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles as working with
ontological issues, Miller’s Canticle is grounded in a theology
sometimes fundamental but stable, benign, patient, and striving for goodness.
This is a small story as well
because it never travels far from a brotherhood of monks cloistered in
an abbey in the Utah desert. The philosophy and dogma of Catholicism are
an ongoing cohesion for this Order of Albertus Magnus. (Albertus was a
teacher of St. Thomas Aquinas, the scholar recognized as being the founder
of the official Catholic philosophy.) This is a small population of men
whose purpose is to collect and preserve the knowledge of the preceding
civilization; the one that was destroyed in nuclear holocaust. Here, of
course, is the worthiest of reasons to see this book on an MLS reading
list. We are engrossed in the events surrounding a group of people that
seem to be a lot like librarians! Compelling enough, but what Miller is
really doing with this information theme in his story is showing us that
though the power of knowledge endures, the value
assigned to that knowledge will change within
different historical contexts.
Six-hundred years before we
are introduced to the members of Albertus Magnus Order, material and much
of human civilization was destroyed when Asia
and the United States deployed nuclear warheads aimed at each other. This
event occurred in the 1960’s. It was known
as the Fire Deluge. The survivors were tortured by their fear and loss.
Outraged, they sought murderous revenge on
the scientists and inventors who created these weapons. In a feeble attempt
to demoralize their attackers, these brilliant
men of the time labeled them “simpletons”. Ironically, the insult was embraced
by the mob and a mutant form of simplicity
became its ideology. The Simplification was in place. Simpletons were the
everyman, the citizenry. If they could purge
knowledge from memory, mankind would live in a simpler world. He would
no longer have the tools for his own destruction.
There it was in action: the belief that the knowledge that created nuclear
weapons was too powerful to exist and such
knowledge was of no value to mankind; better to rid the world of those
who possess it.
Chaos ruled, and soon, anyone who
was literate was targeted by the Simpletons. Reading and writing were life-threatening
skills. Literacy was the enemy. During this
pogrom, the Catholic Church sheltered those whose lives were threatened.
The Church also became a reliquary for the
books and documents of the newly destroyed past.
Alfred Isaac Leibowitz had
been an engineer before the Fire Deluge. He fled to the Cistercians to
avoid the Simpletons’ threat, and after establishing
the fact of his wife’s death, he joined the order and became a priest.
Twenty years later he founded the Order of
Albertus Magnus understanding that future generations would have no knowledge
of their history if books and the people
who wrote them were continued to be destroyed. And so it was that novices
and monks spent lifetimes memorizing books,
copying them, packing them in kegs and burying them in the desert. They
dressed in burlap and always carried a book wrapped
up and hidden in their garments in the rare chance that they would encounter
someone to share it with. The men who carried
books to the desert were called bookleggers. Leibowitz took his turn
at this work, but was apprehended, tortured, and murdered
by the Simpletons. Six-hundred years passed. The few books and documents
that remained intact, were collected
and studied at the abbey. No one came to read
them. They were called the Memorabilia. There was no place outside the
Church where literacy had any purpose.
It was a dark time until
a traveler passed near the site of a young novice’s Lenten vigil. Any traveler
was a rare occurrence in this desert. Enigmatic,
ancient and ageless, dressed in burlap with a rope at his waist, he helped
the young novice Francis find the oddly shaped
rock he needed to construct his shelter. This was a gesture of thanks from
the pilgrim who knew Francis had broken his
vow of silence to tell him the monks at the abbey would feed and shelter
him. As Francis overcame his irritation at being
distracted and continued to gather stones for his shelter, he was surprised
to come across the rock of perfect size and shape
that the traveler had marked for him with two Hebrew letters. When Francis
dislodged the marked rock, it exposed a passageway
to an underground fallout shelter that had been sealed shut since the Fire
Deluge by an avalanche of rocks. What Francis
found were papers and notes penned by the beloved Beatus Leibowitz. Human
skeletal remains with a gold tooth in the
skull hearkened back to tales of Emily, Leibowitz’s
wife. Her death had never been confirmed because neither her body or a
marked grave had ever been found. This had slowed
the pace of Leibowitz becoming a priest and could prove to hamper
his canonization as well.
Francis was in awe of
his discovery. For a brief young man’s moment, he fantasized that it must
be that God had chosen him especially to make
this discovery, that he would now be made a priest and people would make
pilgrimages to this site. Then, allowing
an honest reflection, Francis realized that his journey to this vocation
had been determined more by grace than his own will,
and he would reap his rewards accordingly. He understood that as noteworthy
as the new information in his possession was,
it would not be the essence of his life.
When Francis returned
to the abbey with his relics, he found that what had captured the imagination
of the brothers was not the miraculous uncovering
of artifacts, but questions about the unusual pilgrim. The papers and objects
Francis found in the shelter were sent to
New Rome to be studied. Nothing more was said about them. The abbey vibrated
with speculation that the old traveler could
have been Leibowitz incarnate because of the material of his dress and
the impossibly coincidental location of the
marked rocks. It had been determined that one of the two Hebrew letters
on that rock was an “L”! Further discussion of this
subject was forbidden by Abbott Akros. When interrogated by Akros, Francis’s
guileless honesty prevented him from denying
the possibility that it could be Leibowitz. The old man had acted in a
most un-divine manner when he jabbed at Francis with
his pointed walking stick. And, he could spit; but Francis had said that
after all, he didn’t really know what Leibowitz
looked like, so. . . For allowing this glimmer
of doubt, Francis was paddled with a hickory ruler and prevented from taking
his vows. Abbott Akros was as a Simpleton.
For seven years Francis suffered this punishment while remaining steadfast
in his honesty. He was a true innocent. Humility
and conviction in the rightness of the life he was living operated as a
catalyst for change. Miller shows us that
mankind provides the environment for a very troublesome relationship between
knowledge and religion. Characterizing
it further: the intellect explodes and expands and religion nurtures and
contains. The strongest, most benevolent people
in Canticle actively engage in this trouble, and, like Francis, synthesize
a greater enlightenment.
Possibilities existed,
and though they might frighten even the holy and the literate, the tiny
wedge of Francis’s courage set change in motion.
Leibowitz was canonized, and when that happened, Francis was allowed to
take his vows. The Memorabilia was shared
and studied, and the knowledge of the Pre Fire Deluge Enlightenment was
no longer feared but valued again and used
and re-used until 1,200 years later, mankind knew enough of it to destroy
itself again in nuclear war. Miller does not
leave us with a tidy resolution. He does give us an edgy joust between
knowledge and spirituality. His outcome suggests
that if we are doomed to repeat our mistakes, we at least have found this
opportunity to try it once again. And what of the
Canticle for Leibowitz? I think Miller would have us stand in a
holy place on another planet and sing to St. Leibowitz a hymn
of thanksgiving for knowledge and life.
Along with some measure of
philosophical challenges, Bradbury and Miller give us some very good literature.
We love fiction. We are two of legions. The
best of it induces joy, admiration, inspiration, laughter, contemplation,
sadness, comfort, and disturbance. There are
wonderful characters. It is allegorical. When we read fiction,
we are in the thick of it. That is almost reason
enough for fiction to be on an MLS reading list, but a better reason
is we students are all different. New ideas, fresh thinking
comes to us from many directions. Sometimes it sticks; sometimes it bounces
off, and sometimes ideas have the most significance
because of the form they are in. Our receptors are different. Some of us
will learn the Dewey Decimal System because
we read the cataloging textbook; others will learn it because we shelve
books.
It was a curious coincidence
that we each selected a science fiction novel – well, not so curious when
you note that one of our partnership is Spring Lea, self-proclaimed sci-fi
nut. This is what we appreciate. People who write science fiction
are not charmed by the status quo. They grab the possibilities humankind
has created for itself and whisk them off to someplace outrageous; to a
new geography or social structure, in a mutant anatomy, powered by a fantastic
technology. The distinctly energetic creativity at work in science fiction
most often rams right into the issues of change. When it’s good, it’s no
walk in the park.
References:
Bradbury, R. (1946). The Martian Chronicles. New York, NY: Bantam Books.
Miller, W. (1976). Canticle for Leibowitz.
New York, NY: Bantam Books.