Florida Indoor Fish Farm: An Aquaculture Alternative

A few groceries have been offering delicacies like elk steaks for decades, at least. But the odds are that hunters aren’t supplying your grocery’s meat department with wild game.

That’s not surprising, or shouldn’t be.

I’ll be talking about an indoor Florida fish farm, wild raspberries, chickens, and why genetically modified foods don’t fill me with fear and foreboding.


Life After the Neolithic Revolution

My ancestors were hunting for food until a little less than an millennium back.

But even then, they were also planting crops and raising livestock.

Somewhere along the line, hunting morphed into a recreation reserved for the upper crust. Which gave us some of the Robin Hood tales, and that’s another topic.

Folks started collecting and eating wild grains upwards of 100,000 years back. Then, around the time when Saharan forests and prairies were drying out, someone developed artificial plants.

Several someones, judging from the way crops like barley, lentils and flax popped up in at least five parts of Eurasia and the Americas. V. Gordon Childe called that transition the Neolithic Revolution in 1936, and the name caught on.

Oddly enough, I’ve yet to see claims that Sumerians caused the end of civilization as they knew it by growing wheat.

Or that Egypt’s parliament should pay reparation for desertification happening during Pharaoh Narmer’s administration. Never mind that the process started before folks living in the Luan River valley were making fine pottery.1

Now, about artificial organisms. Like chickens.

Wild Raspberries

'Attack of the Killer Tomatoes!' (1978)Thanks to my father’s taste for what he called “wild raspberries,” I know what real “raspberries” taste like.

I’m not entirely convinced that the tiny red berry-things he found in parts of northern Minnesota are actually a wild form of the European red raspberry.

But they look like farm-grown raspberries.

I’ve eaten both. The store-bought things have the same taste, and are much larger. But they’re also, well, insipid. Pale echoes of the wild variety.

The impression I get is that commercially-grown raspberries have the same amount of flavor per berry.

And since they’re so much larger, the flavor’s spread over more volume. Too much more, for my taste. But then, I’ve eaten the wild variety. Those pumped-up store-bought things just can’t compete.

My guess is that most Americans have never eaten “wild raspberries,” so they don’t know what they’re missing.

And many may never have eaten anything other than genetically modified foods.

Rimshot's photo of a Vorwerk chicken. (2009)Take chickens, for example.

There is, arguably, no such thing as a “non-genetically-modified” chicken.

Sure, the red junglefowl was and is native to parts of south and southeast Asia.

Those birds look like domestic chickens. Some domestic chickens.

Mainly because domestic chickens are what happened after folks started modifying red junglefowl and assorted other species.2

Attack of the Acronyms

I know that “GMOs” are — for some — a terrifying new threat to life, liberty and the status quo.

And I think that “new” isn’t always “better.”

On the other hand, I don’t think “new” is always apocalyptic.

I also suspect that unfamiliar acronyms like ACCA, CRAC and ASHRAE can be scary. So maybe sharing what GMO, TALEN and ELISA mean will help.

In any case, I enjoy learning what terms mean. You experience may vary, but I’ll go ahead with definitions anyway.

“GMO” is an acronym meaning “genetically modified organism.”

But a GMO isn’t just any old genetically modified organism.

A GMO is a critter we’ve modified with new genetic engineering technology.

And now, more acronyms:

  • Gene-modifying tools
    • CRISPR
      • Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeat
    • TALEN
      • Transcription Activator-Like Effectors Nuclease
  • Gene testing tools
    • ELISA
      • Enzyme-Linked Immunosorbent Assay
    • PCR
      • Polymerase Chain Reaction
    • RT-PCR
      • Reverse Transcription Polymerase Chain Reaction

Finally, please: relax. There won’t be a test on this. There’s no need to memorize words and alphabet soup like immunosorbent and RT-PCR.3

“Finally?” No, not really. But that’s (almost) all the acronyms I’ll use. Today.

Assumptions and Atomic Nazi Zombies

Barth F. Smets/Barkay/Colvin's Tree of Life with horizontal gene transfer.I’d like to see folks relaxing about GMOs.

That’s relaxing, not either blindly assuming that eating all the chicken we like is okay because chickens are modified organisms; or that mRNA vaccines and other newfangled biotech must be Satanic because it’s unnatural.

Or simply because it’s new.

I talked about mRNA vaccines, viewpoints, ethical issues and making sense when Moderna’s and Phizer’s were nearly ready for production. (December 5, 2020)

As I see it, “making sense” includes testing new tech. Whether it’s biotech or a kerosene lamp. (August 11, 2017)

Testing a new strain of oats or a new dog breed, for example, probably makes sense.

After all, we wouldn’t want hideously mutated oatmeal monsters attacking the General Mills headquarters in Golden Valley, Minnesota. Or unexpectedly-intelligent American Hairless Terriers demanding Federal regulation of dog sweaters.

Lobby card for Cahn and Siodmak's 'Creature with the Atom Brain.' (1955)Or a mad scientist’s GMO sorghum beer leading to a plague of atomic Nazi zombies. A threat which may have been more marketable in 1955, and that’s yet another topic.

I’d be considerably more angsty about GMOs, TALEN, CRISPR and atomic zombies if I didn’t remember horrifically horrible horrors of my youth. And hadn’t read about Joseph, Laban and Laban’s modified livestock.

Another reason I’m not railing against the evils of genetic engineering is that mixing and matching genes has been going on for a very long time. It’s called “horizontal gene transfer,” and explains how fungal genes help pea aphids hide from predators.4


Meanwhile, in Florida

An indoor fish farm. Image copyright Aquamaof, via BBC News, used w/o permission.
(From Aquamaof, via BBC News; used w/o permission.)

Finally — that’s my third “finally” today, in case you’re keeping score — here’s what started me talking about groceries and Sumerians, chickens and GMOs.

The salmon you buy in the future may be farmed on land
Dan Gibson, BBC Business News (April 25, 2021)

In a series of indoor tanks 40 miles south west of Miami, Florida, five million fish are swimming in circles a very long way from home.

“The fish in question are Atlantic salmon, which are far more typically found in the cold waters of Norway’s fjords or Scotland’s lochs.

“As the species is not native to Florida, and would be unable to cope with the state’s tropical heat, the water tanks are kept well chilled, and housed in a vast, air-conditioned and heavily insulated warehouse-like building.

“The facility, called the Bluehouse, opened its first phase last year, and intends to be the world’s largest land-based fish farm….”

An indoor salmon farm in Florida may not be the strangest point in Dan Gibson’s article.

Bluehouse’s owner is Atlantic Sapphire, a Norwegian-owned business.

So how come a Norwegian business owns an indoor Florida fish farm?

Atlantic Sapphire folks think selling salmon to Americans will cost less if the fish aren’t flown across the Atlantic. They picked the Florida location in part because that’s where there’s access to a fresh water and a salt water aquifer. Makes sense to me.

So does the quality-control angle.

A Sinister Salmon Setting?

Energy-efficient closed-loop water recycling system for indoor fish farm.
(From Atlantic Sapphire, used w/o permission.)

The Florida fish farm’s salmon live in a closed-loop system. Water temperature and pH, day-night cycles, everything is ideal for the salmon.

It’s ‘unnatural’ — so the fish aren’t exposed to diseases and parasites. Which means that fish from the Florida farm won’t need or contain antibiotics and pesticides.

And, since the cost of Bluehouse brand salmon in American groceries doesn’t include air freight, it costs about half what we’d pay for Norwegian imports. On the other hand, Florida Bluehouse salmon won’t include free bonus protein — roundworms.5

Obviously, something is very wrong here. From tediously familiar viewpoints.


Abolish Fish Farms! Freedom For Fish!?

Bluehouse Florida fish farm, image copyright Smart Studio.
(From Smart Studio, via BBC News; used w/o permission.)
(Salmon swimming against an artificial current.)

“‘Fish farms [whether at sea, or on land] are pits of filth,’ says Dawn Carr, Peta’s director of vegan corporate projects. ‘Fish are not fish fingers with fins, waiting to be cut apart, but feeling, thinking individuals capable of joy and pain, and they belong to themselves, not to humans.

“‘Raising fish this way is wretchedly cruel and certainly unnecessary.’…”
(Dan Gibson, BBC Business News (April 25, 2021)

I wouldn’t expect, or try, to convince someone of the ‘fish are people too’ persuasion that raising disease-free, sans-roundworm salmon is not “wretchedly cruel.”

And PETA’s vegan corporate projects director almost has a point. Since humans are omnivores, we can get by without meat.

A few of us, including one of my kinsmen, can’t eat meat; or shouldn’t. For medical reasons. And that’s yet again another topic.

But trying to believe that a large opportunistic omnivore6 shouldn’t eat meat, along with plant products? That doesn’t make sense. Not to me.

Experiencing Emotions, Being Rational

Non Sequtur's Church of Danae and faith-based physics. From Wiley Miller, used w/o permission.Since a fair number of folks see Christians as anything but reasonable — and some Christians seem dedicated to maintaining that image — explanations may be in order.

Again.

I’ve gone over this a lot. But I also run into the attitude(s) a lot, so here goes.

I’m a Catholic, so I think faith and reason get along. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 35, 154-159)

Should get along.

I have free will. Deciding what I do, or don’t do, is up to me. (Catechism, 1730, 1778, 1804, 2339)

Within limits. I can’t, for example, decide to flap my arms and fly to the moon. I can, actually, but I won’t achieve liftoff.

Using my brain is, however, an option. Not an obligation, like breathing. Actually, it is an obligation, since I’m Catholic, and I’m straying off-topic.

I’m human, so I’m an “animal endowed with reason.” (Catechism, 1951)

And since I’m human, I experience emotions.

They’re part of a package that’s “very good.” But that doesn’t make all, or any, emotions “good.” Emotions aren’t “good” or “bad” by themselves. What I decide to do about an emotion? That’s where “good” or “bad” comes in. (Genesis 1:2731; Catechism, 1763, 1767)

Dominion

John Leech's cartoon: 'How to Insure Against Railway Accidents. Tie a couple of Directors à la Mazeppa to every engine that starts a train.' Punch (March 26, 1853)
(From Punch, via Victorian Web, used w/o permission.)

Earth, seen from the Rosetta spacecraft.Since I’m a Catholic, I think that we have dominion over this world.

And since I’m a Catholic, I do not think “dominion” means poisoning the land while ripping crusts of bread from the bleeding lips of the oppressed proletariat.

Whether or not anyone still talks that way — is still another topic.

Since I’m a Catholic, I think “dominion” is having the authority and responsibility that comes with one of our jobs: taking care of our home, and leaving it in good working order for future generations. (Genesis 1:26, 2:58; Catechism, 16, 339, 356-358, 2402, 2415-2418, 2456)

Animals

William Hogarth's 'The Second Stage of Cruelty, detail. (1751)Treating animals humanely is an ancient idea. (Exodus 23:12; Deuteronomy 25:4; Proverbs 12:10; 1 Corinthians 9:9; 1 Timothy 5:18)

Mistreating animals is a bad idea.

That’s because, besides being animals, we’re people: made “in the image of God.” Our nature comes with responsibilities: like not inflicting needless death and suffering on animals. That said, loving animals the way we (should) love people is also a bad idea. (Genesis 1:27; Catechism, 355, 361-368, 1701-1709, 1951, 2418, 2415-2418)

Respecting “the integrity of creation” makes sense. So does making reasoned, measured use of animals, plants and mineral resources. We’re stewards of this world, and responsible for handing off its resources to future generations. (Catechism, 2415-2418)
None of which comes even close to calling for piscine self-determination.


Hunting and Gathering’s Last Bastion

Global capture fisheries/aquaculture production, 2000-2018; from FAO's Statistical Yearbook 2020.
(From FAO, via Wikimedia Commons; used w/o permission.)
(World fish production: old-school capture and aquaculture, 2000-2018. FAO (2020))

David Roberts' 'Ancient Fountain:' a Persian water-wheel, used for irrigation in Nubia. (1838)Fish hatcheries existed in my youth, and zoos/aquariums were learning how to maintain healthy environments for fish.

But harvesting fish for food was almost entirely a ‘hunting and gathering’ activity.

I’d wondered how long it would take for the fishing industry to start catching up with the Neolithic Revolution. And now I’m learning that the process has begun.

Aquaculture isn’t a new idea, it goes back at least six and a half millennia.

But 97% of today’s cultured fish species were “domesticated” during the 20th and 21st centuries.

Whether they’re “domesticated” in the sense that Leghorns are domesticated chickens, that I don’t know. I’m also not sure whether “cultured” and “domesticated” mean the same thing.

I’m more certain that transitioning away from ‘hunting’ fish has been happening in part because we’ve been running out of wild fish.

And Atlantic Sapphire’s Florida fish farm’s profit potential grew because the COVID-19 pandemic has been playing hob with supply chains.7

One of these days, I’ll probably dig into details of how we’ve been transitioning away from my civilization’s last non-recreational bastion of our hunting and gathering roots. But not today. Or, likely enough, not this month.

More of how I see animals, being human and making sense:


1 Putting food on the table:

2 Poultry, naturally:

3 Acronyms and long words:

4 Genetics, mostly:

5 Parasites, seafood’s bonus(?) protein:

6 It’s who; or, rather, what we are:

7 Fish (and a chicken):

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Enjoying Our Annual Renewal of Baptismal Vows

Life isn’t back to normal, here in Sauk Centre, and won’t be.

Not if I see “back to normal” as “being just exactly the way it was two years ago.”

Time and reality don’t work that way.

Life may not be back to normal. But this fifth Sunday of Easter is less not-normal than last year’s.

The COVID-19 pandemic is still in progress, but regional rules — state and church — are relaxing a tad. Partly, maybe mostly, because mRNA COVID-19 vaccines are not just in the pipeline. They’re here. And that’s another topic. Topics.

At any rate, life and my routines are less not-normal than they were at this time last year.

The COVID-19 pandemic — along with decisions made by Minnesota’s secular and Church leaders — being what they were, I stayed home during last year’s Holy Week.

That wouldn’t have been my first choice.

But I can only decide how I deal with reality. Altering reality — on the ‘change global events’ level — is well above my skill set.

“This is Our Faith”

From Calendar of Major Events, Jubilee of Mercy, 2015; used w/o permission.I can also decide whether to fret and fume over missing one of my favorite ‘once-a-year’ faith events: or enjoy experiencing it again after a pandemic-provoked postponement.

Postponement from my viewpoint.

We made the annual renewal of baptismal promises last year, as usual. But not with me in the church.

I vastly prefer enjoying what is, over brooding on what isn’t possible. So I enjoyed joining the folks in my parish in this year’s formal ‘this is what we believe’ statement.

I enjoyed it a lot.

“Do you renounce Satan, and all his works and empty promises?

“Do you believe in God, the Father almighty, Creator of heaven and earth?

“Do you believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, who was born of the Virgin Mary, suffered death and was buried, rose again from the dead and is seated at the right hand of the Father?

“Do you believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life, who today through the Sacrament of Confirmation is given to you in a special way just as he was given to the Apostles on the day of Pentecost?

“Do you believe in the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting?

“This is our faith. This is the faith of the Church. We are proud to profess it in Christ Jesus our Lord.
(From “The Renewal of Baptismal Promises” Order of Confirmation, English translation © 2013, International Committee on English in the Liturgy, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Liturgy Office, England & Wales (www.liturgyoffice.org.uk/Resources/Confirmation/OC-Renewal.pdf (May 26, 2017))

Maybe that looks familiar. I’ve posted the ‘England & Wales’ version of the declaration before, back in May of 2017. The wording in ours is a little different, but not much; and the ideas are the same.

Somewhat-related posts:

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A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Weekend

I started writing about a Florida fish farm that’s raising salmon for American groceries.

Salmon don’t live in Florida’s lakes and rivers. The water’s too warm. Besides, they only spend part of their lives in fresh water.

That’s why the fish farm is on land.

So far, so good. I knew what I was going to write about, where to find information I’d need, and then I started writing.

If I’d made an outline, planned ahead and generally taken advice from ‘write your way to fame and fortune’ how-2s, then — I’d probably still be writing an outline.

Lobby card for Cahn and Siodmak's 'Creature with the Atom Brain.' (1955)Instead, I now have nearly a thousand words written about wild raspberries, chickens and GMOs. With Sumerians, Pharaoh Narmer and atomic Nazi zombies on the side.

I’m definitely not going to get my Florida fish farm piece finished by Saturday. Sunday, maybe. Then again, maybe not.

On the ‘up’ side, I’ve been having fun writing it. So I figure there’s a chance you’ll enjoy reading about Florida salmon and all the rest.

Finally, and inevitably, the usual vaguely-related stuff:

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Floyd/Chauvin Trial, Taser Trouble and Irksome Issues

On Tuesday, April 20, 2021, a jury said that Derek Chauvin murdered George Floyd.

Folks have been reacting to that.

But protestors haven’t torched Minneapolis shops and services in the three days since then. Not as far as I know.

Which is a relief, but not a surprise. For one thing, it’s late April: still a bit too chilly for comfort during pyromaniac performance art’s prime time.

I’ll be taking a quick look at headlines. Then I’ll talk about life, law, justice and why I think murder is a bad idea.


Headlines


(From Harper’s Weekly, via Chicago History Museum and Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Harper’s Weekly’s version of death and drama in Haymarket Square. (May 15, 1886))

I still don’t know what, if anything, folks who thought defunding Minneapolis police was a good idea were thinking.

Maybe that’s because I don’t assume that police departments cause crime.

Or maybe if I understood the political subtleties in play, then I’d have added my voice to an anarchist anthem, liberal lyric or conservative chorus.

Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing “not.”

At any rate, there’s been no shortage of opinions — expressed by words or actions— regarding the recent trial.

Before I wade into politics, pigs and all that, another of my assumptions.

Based on experience and ‘book learning,’ I figure that police officers neither paragons of virtue, nor thugs with badges. Not all of them.

Maybe picking a knee-jerk response the last year’s craziness would be easier if I chose one or the other stereotype. But that doesn’t make sense. Not to me.

Porcine Protest and a “Confrontational” Controversy


(George Floyd protests, 2020.)

Pig’s head thrown at former home of Chauvin defense witness
Tim Stelloh, NBC News (April 18, 2021)

“Vandals threw a pig’s head at the onetime home of a former California police officer who was a defense witness for Derek Chauvin, the former Minneapolis officer accused of killing George Floyd, police said.

“The incident occurred early Saturday in Santa Rosa, California, at a house where the witness, Barry Brodd, used to live, Santa Rosa police said in a statement….”


Waters calls for protesters to ‘get more confrontational’ if no guilty verdict is reached in Derek Chauvin trial
Chandelis Duster, CNN (April 19, 2021)

“…The comments by Waters, a California Democrat and icon among progressives, were immediately seized on by Republicans who claimed that Waters was inciting violence. The congresswoman denied in a subsequent interview that she was encouraging violence, but the remarks come at a time of immense national tension amid several high-profile killings of Black people at the hands of police officers and as American cities brace for a fresh wave of protests as the Chauvin trial nears a close….”

A key phrase in the pig’s head piece is “used to live.”

Barry Brodd doesn’t live in Santa Rosa, or California, any more. But seeing the pig’s head as an anti-Brodd protest seems reasonable.

On the other hand, it’s not the only possible motive.

Maybe whoever lives there incurred a militant vegetarian’s wrath, shortchanged a butcher or was the victim of random pig violence.

Regarding the Waters “more confrontational” statement, I don’t know its context or history. In any case, I’m glad that folks didn’t celebrate the guilty verdict by torching more stores. By my standards, that’d be daft: at least as daft as last year’s use of arson as a call for justice.

Actions, Responses


(From Fibonacci Blue, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(George Floyd memorial in Minneapolis, Minnesota. (May 30, 2020))

“George Floyd: Jury finds Derek Chauvin guilty of murder”
(April 20, 2021)
BBC News

“…Chauvin was found guilty on three charges: second-degree murder, third-degree murder and manslaughter.

“He will remain in custody until he is sentenced and could spend decades in jail….

“…The 12-member jury took less than a day to reach their verdict, which followed a highly-charged, three-week trial that left Minneapolis on edge….

“…They say one of the most likely avenues of appeal is the huge publicity given to the case, with the defence team arguing that this might have influenced the jury.

“Also, Presiding Judge Peter Cahill said on Monday that public comments by Democrat Congresswoman Maxine Waters could be grounds for an appeal.

“Over the weekend, Ms Waters had urged protesters to ‘stay on the street’ and ‘get more confrontational’ if Chauvin were acquitted….

I wasn’t surprised at a guilty verdict in the D. Chauvin trial.

Intransigent conservatives and ardent liberals agree that Chauvin’s actions resulted in Floyd’s death.

Well, mostly agree. One version of the events says that Floyd was sick, and so didn’t survive last year’s encounter.

The way I heard it, Chauvin restrained Floyd in a way that’s legitimate. When dealing with a strong, active suspect.

If Floyd was so unwell that a routine restraint technique killed him, then I’d wonder why police used the technique: when they outnumbered the suspect four to one.1

Perceptions

Walt Kelly's Deacon Mushrat and Simple J. Malarky. (1953)Blaming Chauvin’s defense for raising what I see as goofy questions is an option.

But I grew up in an America where too many of my homeland’s self-described best and brightest could have checked into a loony bin, no questions asked.

Could have, if they’d had a trifle more self-awareness and weren’t promoting currently-trendy crackpot notions.

Watching McCarthyism’s dying gasps and enduring academia while political correctness was in bloom did nothing to encourage adulation of my betters. And that’s another topic.

What does surprise me a bit is that D. Chauvin was found guilty on all three counts. And that the jury reached that conclusion after only 10 hours of deliberation.

Consequences

Fiery protest in Washington DC, 2020.
(From Brett Weinstein, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Protest and fire in Washington, DC. (May 30, 2020))

Claes Jansz Visscher's Gunpowder plot executions etching, detail. (1606)Looks like we’ll learn what D. Chauvin’s sentence will be this coming June.

I’m not looking forward to that.

Quite a few folks, I strongly suspect, feel prison is too good for Chauvin. I also strongly suspect that we’ll see a revival of last year’s ‘defund the police’ demands.

And nights are warmer in June, so maybe we’ll have a replay of last year’s ‘let’s set fire to the neighborhood’ events. I hope not.

Oopsie

Comparison: Glock 17 and Taser X26P.
(From Brett Weinstein, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(When is a Taser not a Taser?)

The traffic stop in Brooklyn Center, a week ago last Tuesday, wasn’t quite routine.2

Duante Wright had an outstanding arrest warrant. He and a Mr. Driver had been accused of attacking and robbing someone. Using a gun as well as their hands.

Maybe that explains why a police officer used a “Taser” during the traffic stop. But the arrest warrant doesn’t explain how the Taser turned out to be a Glock pistol.

I Am Not Making This Up

'Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers' No. 1 cover. (1971) (low-resolution thumbnail)Events during the next few minutes reminded me of yesteryear’s underground comix.3

How a veteran officer could have mistaken a Glock for a Taser in the fatal shooting of Daunte Wright
Corky Siemaszko, NBC News (April 13, 2021)

“…The answer to that question may have as much to do with what was going on in Brooklyn Center police Officer Kim Potter’s mind as with which weapon she was holding in her hand, experts told NBC News on Tuesday.

“The Glock pistol that Potter was wielding when she fired the fatal shot at Wright on Sunday as he allegedly attempted to flee is black metal and almost a pound heavier than the neon-colored plastic Taser she may have believed she was brandishing as she was caught on a video yelling, ‘Taser! Taser! Taser!’…”

Glocks, Tasers, and Frames of Reference

Police issue X26 TASER. Not a Glock.
(From Junglecat, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(This Taser is not a Glock.)

I’ve never been a police officer. My frame of reference does not include dealing with someone who violated traffic rules, and may have used force while acquiring $820.

So maybe just over 7 ounces of plastic can look and feel just like 1 pound, 6 ounces of metal during a traffic stop.

Maybe everything with a handle looks like a Taser on Tuesday afternoons.

At any rate, a bullet from the “Taser” punctured Duante Wright.

Maybe he shouldn’t have driven away, but he did. Then he hit another car and a concrete barrier. Police officers caught up with him, used CPR, but he died anyway.

Then the ‘I didn’t know the Taser was a Glock’ police officer and the Brooklyn Center police chief resigned. The last I heard, the police officer has been charged with second-degree manslaughter. I don’t know what’s happened in that $820 robbery case.

I gather that quite a few folks aren’t happy about how Duante Wright died. Can’t say that I blame them.


Troublesome Topics

(Members of Texas Army National Guard's 136th MEB military police supporting local law enforcement in Austin, Texas. (May 30, 2020)
(U.S. Army photo by Charles E. Spirtos, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)

Something that’s gotten lost in the George Floyd shuffle is why four police officers came to Cup Foods last May.

And this brings me to life, law, justice and other awkward topics.

Whether or not George Floyd bought cigarettes with a counterfeit $20 bill is probably a moot point.

He’s dead. And in the Cup Food owner’s place, I’d prefer dropping charges to risking the wrath of Floyd’s followers.

For all I know, someone’s proven that the $20 bill was genuine.

But oddly enough, nobody’s said that money, cigarettes or Big Tobacco caused last summer’s mess. Not that I’ve seen. Maybe news and social media can accommodate only so many crazy ideas at a time, and that’s yet another topic. Topics.

Since proof that a mistake sparked George Floyd’s lethal encounter would enhance his value as a martyr, I suspect that the bill was bogus. Whether he knew it was counterfeit, and hoped a clerk wouldn’t notice, or thought it was legal tender — is another moot point.

The same goes for the $820 robbery charge that ended in death by “Taser.”

How I see law, justice and all that hasn’t changed since the last time talked about it.

So this may be a good time for you to stop reading — and go polish the cat, let out your shoes or do whatever.

Life and Love

'Vanitas Still Life,' Pieter Caesz. (1630)I think my life matters. But I can’t stop there. Since I’m a Catholic, I must see all human life as special: sacred, a gift from God. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2258, 2260)

I must also see everyone as a real person, a neighbor, someone who matters: created in the image of God. Someone I should — must — love. No exceptions. (Genesis 1:27; Matthew 5:4344, 22:3640; Mark 12:2831; Luke 6:31, 10:2537; Catechism, 1789, 2258, 2260)

As I’ve said before, and almost certainly will again, that can be awkward.

Law and Chickenman

Dick Orkin's Chickenman, opposing crime and/or evil.I think that passing a bogus bill is wrong.

But that’s not because I think America’s assorted federal and state laws are sacred: immutable principles carved into the great world-tree Yggdrasil.

It’s because I think our laws regarding counterfeit currency aren’t all that far from natural law: principles that are woven into reality, and which don’t change.

Recapping what I keep saying: natural law doesn’t change. It’s part of reality. Positive law, rules we make up, changes. And should change as our circumstances change. In an ideal world, positive law would reflect natural law. (Catechism, 1950-1974)

We don’t live in an ideal world; so sometimes what’s legal isn’t right, and sometimes what’s right isn’t legal. That sort of disconnect may have inspired Chickenman’s ongoing quest: opposing crime and/or evil. (June 6, 2020)

Stealing Isn’t Right, Even if It’s Legal

Étienne Picart's 'Faces Expressing Anger.' (1713)Justice matters. Theft is wrong, even when it’s legal. (Catechism, 1807, 2401-2414)

For example, if I paid someone $10 for $20 worth of work, that’d be wrong; even if my era’s laws said it was okay.

Buying something with a piece of paper that’s nearly worthless strikes me as being uncomfortably close to forgery: which the Church says is a form of theft. (Catechism, 2409)

That’d be true, even if I feel that stealing is okay because I’ve been cheated. Intent matters, but the end does not justify the means. (Catechism, 1753)

Finally, justice isn’t fueled by anger. Or shouldn’t be. (Catechism, 2302)

Murder Isn’t Nice And We Shouldn’t Do It

A Saturday night gone wrong: nine killed in Dayton, Ohio. (August 4, 2019)I figure — and hope — that only a few folks see killing an innocent person as okay.

Defining “person” and “innocent” gets tricky.

So does settling on what “killing” means. And that’s yet again another topic.

Since I’m a Catholic, I think killing an innocent person is murder, no matter how it’s done — or how young, old, or sick the person is. That’s because, again, human life is sacred: a gift from God. (Catechism, 2258, 2268-2279)

I also think that sometimes taking a human life can’t be avoided.

There are times when the only way to keep someone from killing innocent people is ending that person’s life. The idea’s called legitimate defense. (Catechism, 2263-2267)

But legitimate defense isn’t even close to saying murder is okay if I feel threatened. And I sure don’t think an alleged $820 robbery warrants ‘shoot to kill.’

Angry and Disgusted

Temporarily closed businesses in Minneapolis, Minnesota. (June 21, 2020)I’m still angry about George Floyd’s murder.

I’m not so much angry as disgusted and puzzled by this month’s ‘I thought the Glock was a Taser’ SNAFU in a Twin Cities suburb.

And I’m profoundly glad that I live in a town where the local police are not earning a reputation for using lethal force when responding to allegedly counterfeit bills, or being befuddled over distinctions between a Glock and a Taser.

But being angry, or disgusted, won’t help me understand what went so horribly wrong in Minneapolis and Brooklyn Center.

So I’ll keep trying to stay calm(ish), remember that my assumptions aren’t facts, and maybe return to this subject when I’ve learned more. Or table the topic. Maybe permanently.

I’ve talked about this sort of thing before:


1 A dubious $20 bill, death and carrying signs:

2 The Curious Case of the Taser That Wasn’t:

3 Remembering days of yore, when relevance was relevant:

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Marlowe’s Faustus: Chorus, Soliloquies and Film Noir

“Doctor Faustus…” starts with a 194-word soliloquy. Sort of. It’s delivered by Chorus, named last in Marlowe’s “Dramatis Personae.”

Ancient Greek tragedies had a chorus, acting like today’s narrators. Again, sort of.

Aristotle said that chorus was a character, so maybe Marlowe saw it that way, too. Make that probably did, since his “Dramtis Personae” lists Chorus.

Anyway, here’s Marlowe’s first whacking great chunk of soliloquy, whittled down considerably, in “Dr. Faustus.” Assuming that what Chorus says is soliloquy.

“CHORUS. Not marching in the fields of Thrasymene,
Where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagens …
…His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, heavens conspir’d his overthrow;
For, falling to a devilish exercise,
And glutted now with learning’s golden gifts,
He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss:
And this the man that in his study sits.”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604, From The Quarto Of 1616) Edited by The Rev. Alexander Dyce (1870))

Wait. What? “Thrasymene?” “Carthagens??” “Where Mars did mate???!”

And why, oh why does Marlowe have Chorus lead with what “Faustus” isn’t about?!

Trying to explain an Elizabethan playwright’s creative choices isn’t hard. Explaining them plausibly is another matter, but I’ll try.

But first —


A Punic Parenthesis

Rome and Carthage at the Beginning of the Second Punic War, 218 B.C. - from William R. Shepherd's 'Historical Atlas' (1926) via Perry-Castañeda Library's Map CollectionThat bit about Mars mating the “Carthagens” might suggest a reverse twist on today’s ‘guidance suggested’ ratings. But I’m pretty sure it’s not.

I figure that Marlowe counted on at least some of his audience seeing “Thrasymene” “Carthagens” as references to the Battle of Lake Trasimene, an incident during the Second Punic War.

That debacle has little or nothing to do with the “Faustus” narrative. Maybe it’s there to showcase Marlowe’s historical knowledge.

Or to give his audience preening opportunities, assuming that they knew their ancient history.

Or assuming that they didn’t.

Mars was the Roman god of war. I’ll assume that “Thrasymene” and “Carthagens” referenced the Battle of Lake Trasimene.

Using today’s chess jargon, I’d see “Mars did mate” as meaning that Roman forces defeated the Carthaginians. Which doesn’t make sense. Because that’s not what happened.

Before the battle, Rome’s Gaius Flaminius was known mostly for his great piety and regrettable habit of treating commoners like people. Regrettable by upper-crust Roman standards, that is.

After the battle, he was praised for his courage and determination. And breathtaking lack of military savvy.

Details of how he died vary considerably. But bottom line? He led his troops into an ambush. Like General Custer, but with arguably-different motives.

The Battle of Lake Trasimene was a defeat for Rome and, metaphorically, Rome’s Mars.

Reshef, or maybe Baal Shamem, was the Carthaginian war god. Maybe.

My guess is that we’d know more about Punic beliefs if Roman authorities had been less thorough in their dismantling of Carthage. Which happened while Parthia’s first Mithridates was founding the Parthian Empire.1 And that’s another topic.


Contents: Links to What’s Ahead

For my convenience, and in case you want to skip ahead to hubris or maybe film noir, a table of contents:


A Millennium of Western Theater

Ancient Greek relief: an aulos player and his family standing with Dionysos and (Artemis?), with theatrical masks above. (4th century BC)

Euripides wrote “Medea” and invented theater in 431 BC. According to at least one version of Western Cultural History Lite.

But, as usual, it’s not nearly that simple. Take dithyrambs, for example: one way folks retold the story of Dionysus, Pentheus, and a world-class daft decision.

From Dithyrambs to the Renaissance: In Brief

Antonio Tempesta's 'The Death of Pentheus.' (ca. 1606)Dionysian dithyrambs predated Euripides by a good bit. A dithyramb is a hymn of sorts. An enthusiastic one.

Whether and to what extent dithyrambs inspired ancient Greek tragedies is debatable and debated.

I’d be surprised if Greeks like Euripides hadn’t been influenced by their culture’s dramatic traditions.

And even more surprised if any folks didn’t have theater or its equivalent in their traditions. My guess is that theater of some sort was ancient long before Karl Jaspers’s Axial Age.

My ancestry and culture has European roots, so that’s the sort of theater I’ll focus on. Briefly.

And I’ll start with Ancient Greece, since that’s about as far back as detailed records go.

Greeks saw tragedy and comedy as completely different genres. And their actors were, I gather, always men.

Ancient Roman theater wasn’t exactly like Greek theater. But it wasn’t all that different.

Dominican doctor taking a pulse; in a set of standard 13th-century medical texts; bound in Paris between 1225 and 1275. From the Lawrence J. Schoenberg Collection, Penn University, used w/o permission.Fast-forward a millennium, give or take a few centuries. Rome’s empire had become a rose-colored memory.

Europeans were staging what we call mystery plays.

They weren’t plays by today’s standards.

More like narrated and/or sung stories from the Bible or Christian folklore, illustrated by folks representing Adam, Eve, a Saint or whoever.2

And then the Renaissance happened.

Elizabethan Theater, Actors and Other Threats

Hogarth's 'The Bad Taste of the Town' - first version. (ca. 1723)

By the 1500s, performances we’d recognize as plays had joined Europe’s mystery plays. And English producers were building the first English theaters: structures designed to bring an audience and actors together.

That didn’t sit well with London’s Lord Mayor and other civic authorities. Actors, they felt, brought crime and disorder to their fair city.

Possibly because ancient Rome’s first actors were foreigners: Etrurians.

It had been a millennium since the Roman Empire’s day. But the Italian Renaissance, with its passion for all things Roman, was contagious: and spreading throughout Europe.

Maybe that explains the London Lord Mayor’s anti-actor attitude. Or maybe not.

At any rate, Rome’s first actors weren’t Romans. As such, they were barred from Roman military service. And that, on top of being non-Roman, kept them out of Roman politics.

Actors weren’t on the bottom rung of ancient Rome’s social ladder, but they were close.3

Meanwhile, in Elizabethan London

1574 map of London: MAP L85c no.27., Exhibited in 'Open City: London, 1500–1700'; Folgerpedia.Either way, in 1567 citizen and Grocer (capital “G”) John Williams built the Red Lion: the first purpose-built London theater.

The first one we know of. And the Red Lion wasn’t actually in London.

J. Williams built his theater on a farm just outside the city limits.

We’re not sure exactly where. Maybe between today’s The Royal London Hospital and Whitechapel Post Office and Sidney Square.

In any case, a struggle for the hearts and minds of London followed the Red Lion’s opening and subsequent lawsuit.4

That’s Entertainment: or “Immorality, and Profaneness”

Will Kempe, dancing a jig from Norwich to London. (1600)
(From Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Will Kempe: an enemy of the people? (1600))

Often as not, the Queen and Court didn’t mind actors and entertainment: particularly when actors entertained them.

Some Lord Chamberlains took the Queen’s lead.

Some tried protecting London from the likes of Shakespeare and Marlowe. They lost.

James Burbage — an Elizabethan tradesman, actor and producer — built The Theatre a few hundred yards southwest of where Arnold Circus is now.

But Elizabethan theater wasn’t promoted exclusively by tradesmen, Grocers and other non-aristocrats. Although that’d play well for fans of class-struggle yarns. And that’s another topic.

Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon; Charles Howard, 1st Earl of Nottingham; and Queen Elizabeth sponsored acting companies.

Maybe the Lord Chamberlain’s, Lord Strange’s and the Admiral’s Men were strictly entertainment. Queen Elizabeth’s Men were blatantly political. Which provided employment for London lawyers.

Besides political headaches, London’s civil authorities had practical concerns. Theaters, if they’re successful, draw large crowds. And large crowds can spread disease.5

Then there’s the religious angle. Angles.

“But then such People ought to be kept in dark Rooms and without Company”

Jeremy Collier's 'Short View of the Immorality and Profaneness of the English Stage' antitheatrical pamphlet. (1698)I’m pretty sure that Londoners who saw Henry VIII’s home-brew church as insufficiently purged of popish pomp influenced city policy.

And at least one foe of “Immorality and Profaneness” strove to save England from Shakespeare’s Ophelia.

“…Had Shakespear secur’d this point for his young Virgin Ophelia, Hamlet. the Play had been better contriv’d. Since he was resolv’d to drown the Lady like a Kitten, he should have set her a swimming a little sooner. To keep her alive only to sully her Reputation, and discover the Rankness of her Breath, was very Cruel. But it may be said the Freedoms of Distraction go for nothing, a Feavour has no Faults, and a Man non Compos, may kill without Murther. It may be so: But then such People ought to be kept in dark Rooms and without Company. To shew them, or let them loose, is somewhat unreasonable. But after all, the Modern Stage seems to depend upon this Expedient….”
(“A Short View of the Immorality, and Profaneness of the English Stage…,” Jeremy Collier, M.A., (1698))

Antitheatricality, moral panic and perceptions of mental illness — are cans of worms I’ll save for another day.

Something like a century and a half after Marlowe, Hogarth was appalled at English drama’s decline and fall. By Hogarth’s day, “Doctor Faustus” had been re-imagined as a commedia dell’arte pantomime.6 And that’s yet another topic.


Today’s America, Elizabethan London: Compared and Contrasted

Walt Kelly's Deacon Mushrat and Simple J. Malarkey. (11953)Chaos reigns while terror stalks the streets!

Fear of foreigners grips the populace!

Censorship abounds!

Disease and immorality in media threaten the very heart of our fair nation!

Overripe style aside, that’s what I see in today’s headlines. Although details have changed, it’s what I’ve seen in the news ever since I started paying attention.

If I thought today’s angst parade was something new, then maybe I’d latch onto someone’s End Times Bible Prophecy — read all about it, only $19.99. 🙄

On the other hand, I could embrace a more trendy topic. Maybe supporting some ‘save the endangered critter of the month’ movement.

Or I could simply stop caring. Which doesn’t strike me as reasonable, either.

True, we’re living in ‘interesting times.’ But that’s nothing new.

“…Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world….
…The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity….”
(“The Second Coming,” W. B. Yeats (1919))

“O tempora, o mores!”
(“Oh the times! Oh the customs!”)
(First Oration against Catiline, Cicero (63 BC))

We’ve got COVID-19, Elizabethan London had bubonic plague. Along with smallpox, measles, diphtheria, chickenpox, no sewer system and no antibiotics.

We’ve got politicos and their supporters demonizing the ‘bad guys,’ while the folks in charge try to control what the rest of us can read. So did they.7

What’s changed is that the printing press isn’t our scary new tech. Now it’s the Internet and particularly social media.

I talked about this last month. At length:


The Postdoctoral Dilemma of Dr. Faustus

A frontispiece for 'Historia Mundi Naturalis,' by Pliny the Elder, published Sigmund Feyerabend, Frankfurt am Main. (1582)
(From Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(From Sigmund Feyerabend’s reprint of Pliny the Elder’s “Natural History.” (1582))

My academic career, such as it was, left me with two undergraduate degrees, a year of library science and half of an undergraduate degree in computer science.

I’d have majored in general studies, but that wasn’t an option. So I studied history and English for grade points, and researched everything else for fun. Having access to their libraries and archives is a big perk for college students. It was for me, at any rate.

But, doctorate-free though I am, I’ve learned a bit about the ivory tower’s turrets.

If I’d earned a Ph.D. in history, then I could could have become a history professor, museum curator, archivist or author.8 Or, at least as likely, a sales clerk.

As it is, I’ve been a sales clerk, along with a medley — or mess — of other jobs. And I have been and still am a writer.

Getting back to Marlowe’s play, Chorus finally gets around to Faustus: a bright kid “…born of parents base of stock,” who studies his way to academia’s highest degree:

“CHORUS. … So much he profits in divinity,
That shortly he was grac’d with doctor’s name,
Excelling all, and sweetly can dispute
In th’ heavenly matters of theology;…”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604, From The Quarto Of 1616) Edited by The Rev. Alexander Dyce (1870))

That’s when he considers his postdoctoral options.

“…FAUSTUS. Settle thy studies, Faustus, and begin
To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess:…
…Sweet Analytics, ’tis thou hast ravish’d me!
Bene disserere est finis logices.
Is, to dispute well, logic’s chiefest end?
Affords this art no greater miracle?…”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604))

“What a World of Profit and Delight”

From the 'Faust' collection, central library, German Classic, National Research and Memorial Sites, Weimar.Faustus soliloquizes for 415 words.

Basically, he sees “Sweet Analytics,” economics, medicine and law as unworthy of his brilliance.

Harsh words, but Faustus has high standards.

Take, for example, his reason for rejecting a career in medicine (“physic”) — a subject that’s already earned him honors.

“…Couldst thou make men to live eternally,
Or, being dead, raise them to life again,
Then this profession were to be esteem’d.
Physic, farewell! …”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604))

At this point, Faustus considers theology. Elizabethan theology, at any rate, as presented by Marlowe. Faustus doesn’t like it.

“…Why, then, belike we must sin, and so
consequently die:
Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,
What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu!…”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604))

Maybe “Che sera, sera” is Marlowe’s jab at predestination, as understood in his England. Maybe not. Either way, at this point he finds something he likes.

“…These metaphysics of magicians,
And necromantic books are heavenly;
Lines, circles, scenes, letters, and characters;
Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires.
O, what a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honour, and omnipotence,
Is promis’d to the studious artizan!
All things that move between the quiet poles
Shall be at my command: emperors and kings
Are but obeyed in their several provinces;
But his dominion that exceeds in this,
Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man;
A sound magician is a demigod:
Here tire, my brains, to gain a deity.”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604))

Then — at last — Wagner enters, and we get some dialog. Also Good Angel and Evil Angel, but I’ll talk about them some other day.

We’ve also learned that Faustus has titanic self-esteem, with ambitions to match.

Hubris

WiNG's photo of the Beijing Television Cultural Center fire. (February 9, 2009)Having good self-esteem makes sense, but Marlowe’s ambition takes him deep into the “hubris” zone.

Oddly enough, “hubris” isn’t ancient Greek for “hold my beer.” But it’s close.

The word’s meaning is more like “outrage:” trying to do something that violates the natural order, or goes against reason.

Oedipus, for example, committed hubris by trying to dodge the Delphic oracle’s doom; that he was destined to kill his father and sleep with his mother.

Both Icarus and Prometheus offended the natural order, as imagined by at least some ancient Greeks, by trying to fly and giving fire to humanity.9

I don’t see either trying to fly or developing new technology as a problem.

But I’m a contemporary American, not an ancient Greek, raised back when the establishment praised science and technology. Then, during and following my teens, a conviction that science and technology will kill us all came into vogue.

And at least a few folks still assume that science and religion, particularly Christianity, get along as well as mongoose and cobra.

I haven’t heard an ‘if God meant man to fly’ joke in years, so that may not need explaining.

Alarm and despondency over new tech is another matter. Along with the assumption that religion and seeking knowledge don’t mix. I’ll get back to that.

Pride

'The Seven Deadly Sins and the Four Last Things,' detail; by Hieronymus Bosch or someone else. (1505-1510 or thereabouts)But first, I’d better say why I’m not denouncing self-esteem.

Basically, it’s because I’m a Catholic.

Pride is a bad idea, a sin. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1866)

But pretending that we’re miserable wretches, fit only for eternity’s ashcan, isn’t a good idea.

We’re made “in the image of God.” And, like all of God’s creation, we’re basically “very good.” The first of us put personal preference above God’s will, a monumentally bad idea. But God didn’t change our nature. We’re wounded, but not corrupted. (Genesis 1:27, 31, 3:119; Catechism, 31, 299, 355-361, 374-379, 398, 400-406, 405, 1701-1707, 1949)

Backing up a bit, sin is something that offends reason, truth, “right conscience” — and God. (Catechism, 1849-1851)

Self-Esteem, Within Reason

Fred Barnard's Uriah Heep, from 'David Copperfield. (1870s)So, if pride is a sin, then shouldn’t I be trying to believe that I’m a lousy writer? Or at least saying that I am?

No. It doesn’t work that way.

Accepting truth matters, so that’s not a reasonable option. Uria Heep’s oily servility is no more reasonable than a Faustian quest for omnipotence.

In my case, I’ve been a researcher/reporter and an advertising copywriter, so there’s evidence that I’m a pretty good writer.

Saying that I’m not wouldn’t be reasonable.

So would be claiming that my knack for writing was entirely my own doing.

Sure, I’ve worked at developing my talents and skills. But having something to work with? That’s from God.

HUMILITY: The virtue by which a Christian acknowledges that God is the author of all good. Humility avoids all inordinate ambition or pride, and provides the foundation for turning to God in prayer (2559). Voluntary humility can be described as ‘poverty of spirit’ (2546).”
PRIDE: One of the seven capital sins. Pride is undue self-esteem or self-love, which seeks attention and honor and sets itself in competition with God.”
(Catechism, Glossary)

Summing up: truth matters, pride is a bad idea and self-esteem can make sense.

“Odious to the Lord and to mortals is pride,
and for both oppression is a crime.”
“My son, with humility have self-esteem;
and give yourself the esteem you deserve.”
(Sirach 10:7, 28)

“Little Less Than a God”
TRAPPIST–South first light image of the Tarantula Nebula, detail. (2010) From TRAPPIST/E. Jehin/ESO, used w/o permission.

Faust’s desire for God-level power doesn’t make sense.

That said, humanity is pretty hot stuff. We really are made “in the image of God,” with awesome abilities, authority — and responsibilities.

That last bit is scary, but I don’t see a point in either pretending that we’re just like every other critter on the planet or that doing whatever we want is a good idea.

And I am quite sure that using the brains God gives us does not offend a dyspeptic deity.

Noticing the beauty and order in this universe is a good idea. So is learning how it works. And using our knowledge wisely. (Catechism, 16, 341, 373, 1704, 1730-1731, 2293)

Again, we’re pretty hot stuff.

“When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and stars that you set in place—
“What is man that you are mindful of him,
and a son of man that you care for him?
“Yet you have made him little less than a god,
crowned him with glory and honor.
“You have given him rule over the works of your hands,
put all things at his feet:”
(Psalms 8:47)

That said, “little less than a god” isn’t God. Our position comes with daunting accountability.


Soliloquies: Monologues, Dramatic and Otherwise

E. W. Kemble's 'Hamlet's soliloquy' for 'Huckleberry Finn.' (1885)Basically, a soliloquy is what I do when I’m talking to myself. Which happens fairly often, particularly when digital glitches or writer’s block strike.

It’s a monologue, addressed to whoever’s speaking. And the audience. Or reader, in the case of the Soliloquies of Augustine.

Soliloquies, the sort committed by actors, aren’t limited to Elizabethan theater. But that period’s grand perorations are particularly famous.

There’s the ‘to be or not to be’ soliloquy in Act 3, Scene 1 of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, for example.10

This is profoundly not how it goes:

“To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane,
But that the fear of something after death Murders the innocent sleep,
Great nature’s second course,
And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
Than fly to others that we know not of….”
(“Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” Chapter XXI, Mark Twain; Charles L. Webster & Company (1885)

Soliloquies are a dandy way to show audiences what’s happening in a character’s head. More accurately, they’re an easy way to tell audiences.

Playwrights like Shakespeare and Marlowe get away with it. In large part, I suspect, because they’re exceptional writers.

Whether Elizabethan theater was famous for soliloquies because they had Shakespeare and Marlowe, or those two wrote soliloquies because monologues were fashionable? I think that’s a good question, and I don’t have a good answer.

I do, however, think that soliloquies enjoyed a comeback in the 20th century. But I suspect that many serious devotees of the thespian arts would disagree.

Some of them, at any rate.

Film Noir (or) A Soliloquy By Any Other Name

'Laura' trailer title frame.' (1944)
(From 20th Century Fox, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Trailer for Otto Preminger’s “Laura.” (1944))

I gather that the closest thing to an academic consensus regarding film noir is that it’s either a genre, or it isn’t. It’s an American style, or it’s international. Film noir’s mood is dreamlike, brutal or something else. It’s melodrama. Or it’s not.

Adding my two cents, I’ll say that film noir is pretty much the opposite of “Oklahoma!” and “Abbott and Costello Go to Mars.”11

That’s one cent. Now, the other one.

Film noir’s soliloquies are shorter than Marlowe’s. The ones I’ve run across have been, at any rate. And scholars call them narratives.

But I don’t see all that much difference between the two. Apart, like I said, from length. And film noir’s non-Elizabethan dialect.

“WALDO LYDECKER: [narrating off screen] I shall never forget the weekend Laura died. A silver sun burned through the sky like a huge magnifying glass. It was the hottest Sunday in my recollection. I felt as if I were the only human being left in New York. For with Laura’s horrible death, I was alone. I, Waldo Lydecker, was the only one who really knew her, and I had just begun to write Laura’s story when another of those detectives came to see me…. “
(“Laura” (1944) via IMDB.com)

I also think that scholars who see film noir as a legitimate creative experiment are right. And I’m pretty sure that the style, or genre, or whatever, will eventually be assigned a label. Several, most likely, as time passes.


Coming Soon: Faustian Follies

Huntingdon Library's 'Faustus' manuscript.
(From Ken Eckert, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)

But film noir controversies don’t have a whole lot to do with Marlowe’s “Dr Faustus” — who soliloquizes even in dialogue with Valdes and Cornelius.

“…Philosophy is odious and obscure;
Both law and physic are for petty wits:
‘Tis magic, magic that hath ravish’d me.
Then, gentle friends, aid me in this attempt;
And I, that have with subtle syllogisms
Gravell’d the pastors of the German church,
And made the flowering pride of Wittenberg
Swarm to my problems, as th’ infernal spirits
On sweet Musaeus when he came to hell,
Will be as cunning as Agrippa was,
Whose shadow made all Europe honour him….”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604, From The Quarto Of 1616) Edited by The Rev. Alexander Dyce (1870))

I’ve talked enough, maybe too much, about soliloquies. So next time I’ll look at Faust’s GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. Also “the prince of parma,” and maybe grapes. Then again, maybe not.

I’ve also talked about faith and reason, truth and options, humility and freedom:


1 Republican Rome in retrospect:

2 Medea, mystery plays and more:

3 English traditions, Roman roots:

4 Something new:

5 Primarily producers and politics:

6 Perceptions and panic:

7 Elizabethan England; just like today’s America, except for how it’s not:

8 Academia’s deep end:

9 Hubris? Outrageous!

10 To be, or tomorrow, Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane:

11 Movies:

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