Esteem for US rises in Asia, thanks to Iraq war

Seems counterintuitive to an American ear, given the dominant strain of reporting around here, but so says The Australian, which is certainly closer to the issue than we are. The article’s actually based on the work of an American analyst, Mike Green, who specializes in NE Asia, but the article offers independent support (pointing out along the way that, against the narrative that “the world hates us because we’re in Iraq/supporting Israel/etc.,” the last couple years have seen the election of a new wave of pro-US leaders in countries like France, Germany, South Korea and Australia. It’s an interesting and encouraging piece.

HT: Power Line

Iraq rising

However much the MSM tries to spin things to the contrary, the news from Iraq is good and getting better. It’s getting so if Obama wins, he won’t bring the troops home, he’ll just get more favorable coverage and take credit for the victory. The Washington Post declared Basra a victory for Moqtada al’Sadr, but in fact it was al-Sadr who lost and is now backing down; now, because Nuri al’Maliki stood up to his fellow Shiites, Iraq’s largest Sunni party has come back into the government, Iraqis as a whole have rallied around the Prime Minister, and the government has earned considerable respect around the Muslim world. The Iraqi Security Forces performed well on the whole, and al’Maliki is now stronger at home and abroad than he was before, with greater credibility in dealing with other internal challenges, such as al’Qaeda holdouts in the Mosul area. Meanwhile, as the Los Angeles Times points out, the Muslim world is turning decisively on al’Qaeda; in part, that’s the result of the heavy damage we’ve done them, and in part, they’ve done it to themselves trying to respond to us. Peter Wehner is right: though our struggle isn’t over, we’ve made “enormous and heartening progress.”

The clans of Yale and the tribes of America

In the course of reading Redstate.com’s analysis of the Philly vote in this week’s Pennsylvania primary (an analysis which convinces me that, despite the smooth assurances that the Democratic coalition will come back together just the same as always once Sen. Obama limps to the finish line and finally secures the nomination, the Obama-McCain general election is going to look very different from what we’ve been used to seeing lately), I found a link to an old piece in the Village Voice written by Michael Gecan (a community organizer in the footsteps of Saul Alinsky, as Sen. Obama was) titled “The Tribes of Yale.” It’s a fascinating piece of cultural-political analysis; and if Gecan’s assertion that conservative political leaders “don’t know what in the world—in the bigger, broader world where most moderate Americans live and work, play and pray, and try to raise their kids—they are for” is inaccurate, as I’m quite sure it is, I think his broader argument that they’re driven more by what they’re against than by what they’re for is thought-provoking, especially in the context of his overall understanding of the liberal/conservative cultural clash. Even if his conclusions are incorrect, the story he tells is an important one, I think, for those who would seek to understand American politics in the first decade of the third millennium AD.

All aboard!

Ready to Ride

Sixth Street, sun is going down;
Pavement’s cool underneath.
A vagrant, so they say in town;
Seems like mercy can’t compete.

Sleeping in a doorway
Near the docks of Oyster Bay.
Thirteen years of carrying shame,
Never hearing the voice of the One who took his blame.
A whisper—
He raised his head . . .

Surrendered out, do you believe,
Are you ready to ride the train?
Abandoned not by love, you’ll see,
If you’re ready to ride.

A one-piece paper suitcase;
A past whose future was foretold.
A life not made for dying;
Instead the mystery began to unfold.
Unfolding—
He raised his head . . .

Chorus

Bridge
Born into despair an orphan child—
Will You care for me?
And like the train that saved me,
Adopted in by love eternally.

Opening His arms, He wants you rich, you poor, you black, you white;
Receive His love that runs so deep and high and long and wide.

ChorusWords and music: Matt Berry
© 1998 Photon Music
From the album
Clear, by Clear

My thanks to Bill for directing my attention to this song; he posted the video and got the song stuck in my head, so I went out and bought the CD (which was dirt cheap on SecondSpin, at least). I’ve been thinking about the lyrics off and on ever since. It’s not the greatest lyric I’ve ever run across (it seems to me the bridge gets a little muddled for a moment), but I love the song’s central image, which I think the video captures quite well. In particular, I think there are two things this lyric gets at which we too often forget.One, we are the vagrant in the face of God’s mercy and grace; as Malcolm Muggeridge put it, we are the beggars at the foot of God’s door. We none of us earn our way to God; we can only accept his unearned (and too often unwelcome) invitation. By mercy and that alone we live.Two, God’s invitation to us isn’t to some private little one-on-one thing, it’s to ride the train. When you get on the train, you share the journey with whoever else is on there, and the train goes where it’s going to go; you have no control over where it’s going—that was determined by the one who set the route for the rails—or who your companions are. You’re all in the journey together; your only choice is to take it or get off. It seems to me that’s a wonderful metaphor for the life of faith. It’s not like driving our own car, because we don’t have the freedom to pick the route or set our own speed—God does that—or to make the journey on our own, because we become fellow travelers with the rest of the people of God, whether we always appreciate that fact or not. The train, the church, is going, God knows who and where and why and how fast, and he simply invites us to climb aboard and take our part in what he already has in process.”The worship God is seeking relies completely on His initiative, knowing that the only true expression of worship is through the abandonment of all our agendas for His, as we trust in His sovereign power and unlimited grace . . .”

Fantasy, science fiction, and the mysterium tremendum

I argued yesterday, commenting on an interview with Lois McMaster Bujold, that “fantasy and science fiction, at their highest, appeal to an essentially theological impulse in the human spirit.” This morning I followed a link from that interview to the Mind Meld blog on SFSignal, where they asked a number of science fiction writers to answer the question, “Is science fiction antithetical to religion?” What I found is that, not only did very few answer “yes,” several of them agreed with my thesis.

Gabriel McKee:

Samuel R. Delany wrote, and I agree, that “virtually all the classics of speculative fiction are mystical.” Regardless of the stated beliefs of its authors—who aren’t all atheists, by the way—SF works best as a genre about the Big Questions of being and meaning, and any halfway-satisfying answer to those questions has to have a bit of religious flavor.

Carl Vincent:

Speaking entirely from personal experience, one of the things that science fiction drives me to do over and over again is to step outside and look at the night sky. While doing so I not only dream of space travel and daydream about whatever world I was just reading about, but I also stand in awe of my Creator and the wonder of the universe He created. Science fiction has never been antithetical to my personal religious experience, it has always enhanced it. Science fiction makes me think, makes me question things, and makes me not only evaluate my universe but also makes me evaluate my place in it.

John C. Wright:

Let us be honest. Science fiction is not necessarily about the science. It is about the wonder. Any writer man enough to portray religion as a source of wonder, as Gene Wolfe does, can make it a fit matter for science fiction.

I doubt many of these folks have read Rudolf Otto’s classic book The Idea of the Holy, but they have the clear sense that the best SF, for all its rationalist foundation, has at least a touch of the numinous.Perhaps the most interesting response along these lines came from a chap named Adam Roberts, who contends that “science fiction as a genre has its roots precisely in the religious conflicts of the Reformation.”

I think it’s a complex and evolving discourse still determined by its Protestant roots, a mode of art that is trying to articulate a number of core fascinations essentially religious in nature: questions of transcendence (‘sense of wonder’ as we sometimes call it, or ‘the Sublime’ in the language of literary criticism); atonement and messianism in particular.

He makes a compelling thumbnail argument; I’m going to have to pick up a copy of his book, The Palgrave History of Science Fiction, in which he argues his case at length. If he’s right, then it’s not merely that “fantasy and science fiction . . . appeal to an essentially theological impulse in the human spirit”; rather, going a step further, they arise out of that impulse as an expression of our need for transcendence—which is to say, ultimately, our need for God.

Fantasy, science fiction, and the epic

Lois McMaster Bujold is one of my favorite fantasy/science-fiction authors, so I was glad to read this interview with her on the blog Fantasy Book Critic (which looks, btw, like a good one for those who enjoy that kind of literature). She’s a sharply perceptive writer who doesn’t simply write conventional “genre fiction,” but who takes full creative advantages of the opportunities of her genres. (For instance, in her fantasy novel The Curse of Chalion, she created what might well be the first truly believable serious theological setup in fantasy since Tolkien.) As such, I was particularly interested in her analysis of genres, an analysis sparked by her experience in writing The Sharing Knife, in which, as she says,

I wanted to see what would happen when I tried to make a romance the central plot of a fantasy novel—and wow was that ever a learning experience, not only about what makes a romance story work, but, more unexpectedly, uncovering many of the hidden springs and assumptions that make fantasy work. It turns out to be a much harder blending that I’d thought, going in—after all, I’d had romantic sub-plots in both my fantasy and my SF books before, and wasn’t it just a matter of shifting the proportions a bit?Well, no, it turns out. The two forms have different focal planes. In a romance in the modern genre sense, which may be described as the story of a courtship from first meeting to final commitment, the focus is personal; nothing in the tale (such as the impending end of the world, ferex) can therefore be presented as more important. . . .Viewing the reader response to the first two volumes of TSK, it has been borne in upon me how intensely political most F&SF plots in fact are. Political and only political activity (of which war/military is a huge sub-set) is regarded as “important” enough to make the protagonists interesting to the readers in these genres. The lyrical plot is rare, and attempts to make the tale about something, anything else—artistic endeavor, for instance—are regularly tried by writers, and as regularly die the grim death in the marketplace. (Granted The Wind in the Willows or The Last Unicorn will live forever, but marginalized as children’s fiction.)I have come to believe that if romances are fantasies of love, and mysteries are fantasies of justice, F&SF are fantasies of political agency. (Of which the stereotypical “male teen power fantasy” is again merely an especially gaudy and visible subset.)

There’s a lot of truth in that, but I don’t think it’s quite right. As regards mysteries, I’ve written somewhere on the idea (which I ran across somewhere else—I’ll have to track that down) that the appeal of mysteries is the restoration of order to chaos; justice is a central component of that (the restoration of moral order), but not all of it by any means. That’s why so many of Agatha Christie’s novels end with two members of the surviving cast heading toward marriage—it’s another dimension of the restoration of order. With science fiction and (especially) fantasy, I think the appeal is the restoration of order to chaos on an epic scale; this scale demands political activity, but to characterize these plots as merely political is to overstate the point, for in fact they often transcend politics. One thinks for example of Guy Gavriel Kay’s The Fionavar Tapestry trilogy or Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy, in both of which the aim is nothing less than the destruction of the source of evil in the universe (though the two works construe that source drastically differently); these are nothing less than fantasies of theological agency. Another example would be the great exploration stories of science fiction, such as Arthur C. Clarke’s Rama; I’m not sure how one would label that, but it’s clearly not political in its appeal.Though there are definitely fantasy and science fiction stories which can be accurately described as “fantasies of political agency” (most especially the classic “male teen power fantasy”), I think there’s a broader story here. Fantasy and science fiction tap into the desire for the epic that we see reflected in literature going all the way back to works like The Illiad and The Odyssey, Beowulf and The Tain; it’s the desire for a view of reality that’s big enough to satisfy our sense of ourselves, our sense that “there’s more to life than this.” We want stories that are “larger than life,” by which we really mean we want stories that show us that life is larger than the ordinary routines of the day-to-day; we want the sense that there really is a bigger story out there, if we can just find it. As such, I would argue that fantasy and science fiction, at their highest, appeal to an essentially theological impulse in the human spirit.

Worship as orientation

“The worship God is seeking relies completely on His initiative, knowing that the only true expression of worship is through the abandonment of all our agendas for His, as we trust in His sovereign power and unlimited grace. It is from this heart posture that true liturgy flows, that music and arts find their highest calling and that the light of a worshipping community shines as a beacon of hope to a suffering and searching world.”—David RuisMy thanks to Jared for posting this quote from one of my favorite worship leaders (and also for the excellent post in which the quote is contained). This is why any worship service, whether “traditional” or “contemporary” (two labels which usually bear little or no resemblance to descriptions of reality), should begin with a call to worship: we gather to worship because God summons us. The initiative is his, not ours. Failure to remember that fact and take it seriously is, I’m convinced, the root of most of our squabbles over “worship style.” We fall into the trap of thinking that worship is all about music and how we do things and other matters of style and preference, and forget that all those things, while not incidental, are secondary. Worship, at its core, is an orientation: specifically, toward God, flat on our faces. The rest should develop accordingly, as Ruis says.This is, I think, the most important thing to remember for those of us whom God has called to lead his people in worship; what we are about is to lead people in precisely this. It’s the reason I believe in liturgy, whatever specific content we may put in it (such as whether the songs were written three centuries ago or three weeks ago), because the ancient form of the Christian service was designed to serve this purpose; but at the same time, if we begin to value the form for its own sake, we make an idol of it and thus defeat that purpose. What matters is that we teach people to trust God’s “sovereign power and unlimited grace” enough that they will be willing to abandon their agendas for his—that we teach them to come to worship out of that attitude, as an expression of that trust—and that we lead them in that by living and worshiping that way ourselves. Put simply, the most important qualification for a worship leader isn’t skill or talent or charisma: it’s a heart and life oriented in this way to the worship of God.

Hooray for the men of the docks

Last week, a Chinese ship anchored off Durban, South Africa to unload a shipment of arms from China for the Mugabe regime in Zimbabwe. The South African government refused to stop them—apparently siding with Mugabe’s deputy information minister, who told a South African radio station, “Every country has got a right to acquire arms. There is nothing wrong with that. If they are for Zimbabwe, they will definitely come to Zimbabwe. How they are used, when they are going to be used is none of anybody’s business”—but the South African people did what their government would not do. The workers of the South African Transport and Allied Workers Union, who work the docks of their country’s ports, refused to unload the cargo, effectively stopping the shipment. When a South African court declared that the arms could not be transported across South African soil, the ship raised anchor and set sail. The nearest non-South African port would have been Maputo, Mozambique, but the Mozambican government wouldn’t let the ship into their territorial waters, so it headed off the other way instead, for Luanda, Angola. Here’s hoping the dockworkers there do the same, or perhaps that Namibia and Zambia refuse the arms passage; however it plays out, here’s praying they never get where they’re going.

HT: Gordon Chang

The erosion of language and cultural decline

B. R. Myers, wielding his club like a rapier as usual, has an excellent piece up at The Atlantic on the work of Ian Robinson, a British critic (an evangelical, as it happens) who writes primarily on the ongoing collapse of the English language. The piece is partly a review of Robinson’s latest book, Untied Kingdom, and partly a look back at Robinson’s first book, The Survival of English: Essays in the Criticism of Language, but like any good review essay, it’s as much about Robinson’s subject as it is about his books—a subject on which Myers has a lot to say in his own right. I particularly appreciate his trenchant summary of why the state of our language matters:

Our language itself is losing its power to express moral disapproval. Obscene and sinful are headed the way of decadent and outrageous; perhaps depraved will be watered down next.Such changes affect the way we think, because we do so in words. This is why Karl Kraus, the founder of modern Sprachkritik, or “criticism of language,” was so hard on the Viennese press of the 1920s and 1930s. He is alleged to have said that “if those who are obliged to look after commas had made sure they are always in the right place,” the Japanese would not have set Shanghai on fire. I’m not sure I’d go that far, but the New York Times article speaks for itself. People who cannot distinguish between good and bad language, or who regard the distinction as unimportant, are unlikely to think carefully about anything else.

Brief meditation: on art

What is art? It’s a question that resists easy answers, in large part I think because it’s beyond us to ever fully answer. Art is something we do after the image of God, because he who is Creator made us (to use Tolkien’s term) sub-creators in his image; art then is something which partakes in some way of the nature of God, and so I suspect that just as we will never be able to fully define God, so we will never be able to fully define art. But then, what is a definition? It’s an attempt to constrain something, to confine it to a purely rational and intelligible space so that we can say confidently that we know what it is, and thus have some control over it. For most things, that’s good, because most concrete things and most concepts are small enough to be defined; but God isn’t. We shouldn’t seek to define God, because if we could define him, he’d be too small to be God. By analogy, I wonder if we should really want to define art. If it were that small, would it be worth pursuing? Rather, just as God calls us to know him not by definition but by recognition—”My sheep know my voice”—so too I think understanding art is a matter of learning to recognize it when we see it.

That does still raise the question, though: what are we looking for? Is art a matter of great skill and technique—is it something that can be graded empirically? I don’t think so; skill and technique unquestionably have their part to play, but art is bigger than mere virtuosity. Art, I believe, is akin to priestly ministry, and the work of the artist is somewhat like that of the priest, in that art is an act of mediation. Much as the great Episcopalian preacher Phillips Brooks described preaching as “the communication of truth through personality,” I would argue that the artist mediates a vision of reality through their personality, gifts, and chosen medium, to give that vision a particular expressive form which can be intuitively and sympathetically apprehended by an audience. That vision doesn’t necessarily need to be objectively correct in order for the result to be art, just as one doesn’t necessarily need to worship the true God in order to be a priest; I do think it helps, though, and that a truer vision makes greater art, just as better skill and technique makes greater art.