Wednesday, March 27, 2024

A Defense of Abortion

 




MIT moral philosopher Thompson was a transformational figure
and “the atomic ice-breaker for women in philosophy”


By Judith Jarvis Thomson

Reprinted here in full from Philosophy & Public Affairs, Vol. 1, no. 1 (Fall 1971).

Most opposition to abortion relies on the premise that the fetus is a human being, a person, from the moment of conception. The premise is argued for, but, as I think, not well. Take, for example, the most common argument. We are asked to notice that the development of a human being from conception through birth into childhood is continuous; then it is said that to draw a line, to choose a point in this development and say "before this point the thing is not a person, after this point it is a person" is to make an arbitrary choice, a choice for which in the nature of things no good reason can be given. It is concluded that the fetus is. or anyway that we had better say it is, a person from the moment of conception. But this conclusion does not follow. Similar things might be said about the development of an acorn into an oak trees, and it does not follow that acorns are oak trees, or that we had better say they are. Arguments of this form are sometimes called "slippery slope arguments"--the phrase is perhaps self-explanatory--and it is dismaying that opponents of abortion rely on them so heavily and uncritically.
 
I am inclined to agree, however, that the prospects for "drawing a line" in the development of the fetus look dim. I am inclined to think also that we shall probably have to agree that the fetus has already become a human person well before birth. Indeed, it comes as a surprise when one first learns how early in its life it begins to acquire human characteristics. By the tenth week, for example, it already has a face, arms and less, fingers and toes; it has internal organs, and brain activity is detectable. On the other hand, I think that the premise is false, that the fetus is not a person from the moment of conception. A newly fertilized ovum, a newly implanted clump of cells, is no more a person than an acorn is an oak tree. But I shall not discuss any of this. For it seems to me to be of great interest to ask what happens if, for the sake of argument, we allow the premise. How, precisely, are we supposed to get from there to the conclusion that abortion is morally impermissible? Opponents of abortion commonly spend most of their time establishing that the fetus is a person, and hardly anytime explaining the step from there to the impermissibility of abortion. Perhaps they think the step too simple and obvious to require much comment. Or perhaps instead they are simply being economical in argument. Many of those who defend abortion rely on the premise that the fetus is not a person, but only a bit of tissue that will become a person at birth; and why pay out more arguments than you have to? Whatever the explanation, I suggest that the step they take is neither easy nor obvious, that it calls for closer examination than it is commonly given, and that when we do give it this closer examination we shall feel inclined to reject it.
 
I propose, then, that we grant that the fetus is a person from the moment of conception. How does the argument go from here? Something like this, I take it. Every person has a right to life. So the fetus has a right to life. No doubt the mother has a right to decide what shall happen in and to her body; everyone would grant that. But surely a person's right to life is stronger and more stringent than the mother's right to decide what happens in and to her body, and so outweighs it. So the fetus may not be killed; an abortion may not be performed.
 
It sounds plausible. But now let me ask you to imagine this. You wake up in the morning and find yourself back to back in bed with an unconscious violinist. A famous unconscious violinist. He has been found to have a fatal kidney ailment, and the Society of Music Lovers has canvassed all the available medical records and found that you alone have the right blood type to help. They have therefore kidnapped you, and last night the violinist's circulatory system was plugged into yours, so that your kidneys can be used to extract poisons from his blood as well as your own. The director of the hospital now tells you, "Look, we're sorry the Society of Music Lovers did this to you--we would never have permitted it if we had known. But still, they did it, and the violinist is now plugged into you. To unplug you would be to kill him. But never mind, it's only for nine months. By then he will have recovered from his ailment, and can safely be unplugged from you." Is it morally incumbent on you to accede to this situation? No doubt it would be very nice of you if you did, a great kindness. But do you have to accede to it? What if it were not nine months, but nine years? Or longer still? What if the director of the hospital says. "Tough luck. I agree. but now you've got to stay in bed, with the violinist plugged into you, for the rest of your life. Because remember this. All persons have a right to life, and violinists are persons. Granted you have a right to decide what happens in and to your body, but a person's right to life outweighs your right to decide what happens in and to your body. So you cannot ever be unplugged from him." I imagine you would regard this as outrageous, which suggests that something really is wrong with that plausible-sounding argument I mentioned a moment ago.
 
In this case, of course, you were kidnapped, you didn't volunteer for the operation that plugged the violinist into your kidneys. Can those who oppose abortion on the ground I mentioned make an exception for a pregnancy due to rape? Certainly. They can say that persons have a right to life only if they didn't come into existence because of rape; or they can say that all persons have a right to life, but that some have less of a right to life than others, in particular, that those who came into existence because of rape have less. But these statements have a rather unpleasant sound. Surely the question of whether you have a right to life at all, or how much of it you have, shouldn't turn on the question of whether or not you are a product of a rape. And in fact the people who oppose abortion on the ground I mentioned do not make this distinction, and hence do not make an exception in case of rape.
 
Nor do they make an exception for a case in which the mother has to spend the nine months of her pregnancy in bed. They would agree that would be a great pity, and hard on the mother; but all the same, all persons have a right to life, the fetus is a person, and so on. I suspect, in fact, that they would not make an exception for a case in which, miraculously enough, the pregnancy went on for nine years, or even the rest of the mother's life.
 
Some won't even make an exception for a case in which continuation of the pregnancy is likely to shorten the mother's life, they regard abortion as impermissible even to save the mother's life. Such cases are nowadays very rare, and many opponents of abortion do not accept this extreme view. All the same, it is a good place to begin: a number of points of interest come out in respect to it.
 
1.
Let us call the view that abortion is impermissible even to save the mother's life "the extreme view." I want to suggest first that it does not issue from the argument I mentioned earlier without the addition of some fairly powerful premises. Suppose a woman has become pregnant, and now learns that she has a cardiac condition such that she will die if she carries the baby to term. What may be done for her? The fetus, being to life, but as the mother is a person too, so has she a right to life. Presumably they have an equal right to life. How is it supposed to come out that an abortion may not be performed? If mother and child have an equal right to life, shouldn't we perhaps flip a coin? Or should we add to the mother's right to life her right to decide what happens in and to her body, which everybody seems to be ready to grant--the sum of her rights now outweighing the fetus's right to life?
 
The most familiar argument here is the following. We are told that performing the abortion would he directly killings the child, whereas doing nothing would not be killing the mother, but only letting her die. Moreover, in killing the child, one would be killing an innocent person, for the child has committed no crime, and is not aiming at his mother's death. And then there are a variety of ways in which this might be continued. (1) But as directly killing an innocent person is always and absolutely impermissible, an abortion may not be performed. Or, (2) as directly killing an innocent person is murder, and murder is always and absolutely impermissible, an abortion may not be performed. Or, (3) as one's duty to refrain from directly killing an innocent person is more stringent than one's duty to keep a person from dying, an abortion may not be performed. Or, (4) if one's only options are directly killing an innocent person or letting a person die, one must prefer letting the person die, and thus an abortion may not be performed.
 
Some people seem to have thought that these are not further premises which must be added if the conclusion is to be reached, but that they follow from the very fact that an innocent person has a right to life. But this seems to me to be a mistake, and perhaps the simplest way to show this is to bring out that while we must certainly grant that innocent persons have a right to life, the theses in (1) through (4) are all false. Take (2), for example. If directly killing an innocent person is murder, and thus is impermissible, then the mother's directly killing the innocent person inside her is murder, and thus is impermissible. But it cannot seriously be thought to be murder if the mother performs an abortion on herself to save her life. It cannot seriously be said that she must refrain, that she must sit passively by and wait for her death. Let us look again at the case of you and the violinist There you are, in bed with the violinist, and the director of the hospital says to you, "It's all most distressing, and I deeply sympathize, but you see this is putting an additional strain on your kidneys, and you'll be dead within the month. But you have to stay where you are all the same. because unplugging you would be directly killing an innocent violinist, and that's murder, and that's impermissible." If anything in the world is true, it is that you do not commit murder, you do not do what is impermissible, if you reach around to your back and unplug yourself from that violinist to save your life.
 
The main focus of attention in writings on abortion has been on what a third party may or may not do in answer to a request from a woman for an abortion. This is in a way understandable. Things being as they are, there isn't much a woman can safely do to abort herself. So the question asked is what a third party may do, and what the mother may do, if it is mentioned at all, if deduced, almost as an afterthought, from what it is concluded that third parties may do. But it seems to me that to treat the matter in this way is to refuse to grant to the mother that very status of person which is so firmly insisted on for the fetus. For we cannot simply read off what a person may do from what a third party may do. Suppose you filed yourself trapped in a tiny house with a growing child. I mean a very tiny house, and a rapidly growing child--you are already up against the wall of the house and in a few minutes you'll be crushed to death. The child on the other hand won't be crushed to death; if nothing is done to stop him from growing he'll be hurt, but in the end he'll simply burst open the house and walk out a free man. Now I could well understand it if a bystander were to say. "There's nothing we can do for you. We cannot choose between your life and his, we cannot be the ones to decide who is to live, we cannot intervene." But it cannot be concluded that you too can do nothing, that you cannot attack it to save your life. However innocent the child may be, you do not have to wait passively while it crushes you to death Perhaps a pregnant woman is vaguely felt to have the status of house, to which we don't allow the right of self-defense. But if the woman houses the child, it should be remembered that she is a person who houses it.
 
I should perhaps stop to say explicitly that I am not claiming that people have a right to do anything whatever to save their lives. I think, rather, that there are drastic limits to the right of self-defense. If someone threatens you with death unless you torture someone else to death, I think you have not the right, even to save your life, to do so. But the case under consideration here is very different. In our case there are only two people involved, one whose life is threatened, and one who threatens it. Both are innocent: the one who is threatened is not threatened because of any fault, the one who threatens does not threaten because of any fault. For this reason we may feel that we bystanders cannot interfere. But the person threatened can.
 
In sum, a woman surely can defend her life against the threat to it posed by the unborn child, even if doing so involves its death. And this shows not merely that the theses in (1) through (4) are false; it shows also that the extreme view of abortion is false, and so we need not canvass any other possible ways of arriving at it from the argument I mentioned at the outset.
 
2.
The extreme view could of course be weakened to say that while abortion is permissible to save the mother's life, it may not be performed by a third party, but only by the mother herself. But this cannot be right either. For what we have to keep in mind is that the mother and the unborn child are not like two tenants in a small house which has, by an unfortunate mistake, been rented to both: the mother owns the house. The fact that she does adds to the offensiveness of deducing that the mother can do nothing from the supposition that third parties can do nothing. But it does more than this: it casts a bright light on the supposition that third parties can do nothing. Certainly it lets us see that a third party who says "I cannot choose between you" is fooling himself if he thinks this is impartiality. If Jones has found and fastened on a certain coat, which he needs to keep him from freezing, but which Smith also needs to keep him from freezing, then it is not impartiality that says "I cannot choose between you" when Smith owns the coat. Women have said again and again "This body is my body!" and they have reason to feel angry, reason to feel that it has been like shouting into the wind. Smith, after all, is hardly likely to bless us if we say to him, "Of course it's your coat, anybody would grant that it is. But no one may choose between you and Jones who is to have it."
 
We should really ask what it is that says "no one may choose" in the face of the fact that the body that houses the child is the mother's body. It may be simply a failure to appreciate this fact. But it may be something more interesting, namely the sense that one has a right to refuse to lay hands on people, even where it would be just and fair to do so, even where justice seems to require that somebody do so. Thus justice might call for somebody to get Smith's coat back from Jones, and yet you have a right to refuse to be the one to lay hands on Jones, a right to refuse to do physical violence to him. This, I think, must be granted. But then what should be said is not "no one may choose," but only "I cannot choose," and indeed not even this, but "I will not act," leaving it open that somebody else can or should, and in particular that anyone in a position of authority, with the job of securing people's rights, both can and should. So this is no difficulty. I have not been arguing that any given third party must accede to the mother's request that he perform an abortion to save her life, but only that he may.
 
I suppose that in some views of human life the mother's body is only on loan to her, the loan not being one which gives her any prior claim to it. One who held this view might well think it impartiality to say "I cannot choose." But I shall simply ignore this possibility. My own view is that if a human being has any just, prior claim to anything at all, he has a just, prior claim to his own body. And perhaps this needn't be argued for here anyway, since, as I mentioned, the arguments against abortion we are looking at do grant that the woman has a right to decide what happens in and to her body. But although they do grant it, I have tried to show that they do not take seriously what is done in granting it. I suggest the same thing will reappear even more clearly when we turn away from cases in which the mother's life is at stake, and attend, as I propose we now do, to the vastly more common cases in which a woman wants an abortion for some less weighty reason than preserving her own life.
 
3.
Where the mother s life is not at stake, the argument I mentioned at the outset seems to have a much stronger pull. "Everyone has a right to life, so the unborn person has a right to life." And isn't the child's right to life weightier than anything other than the mother's own right to life, which she might put forward as ground for an abortion?
 
This argument treats the right to life as if it were unproblematic. It is not, and this seems to me to be precisely the source of the mistake.
 
For we should now, at long last, ask what it comes to, to have a right to life. In some views having a right to life includes having a right to be given at least the bare minimum one needs for continued life. But suppose that what in fact IS the bare minimum a man needs for continued life is something he has no right at all to be given? If I am sick unto death, and the only thing that will save my life is the touch of Henry Fonda's cool hand on my fevered brow. then all the same, I have no right to be given the touch of Henry Fonda's cool hand on my fevered brow. It would be frightfully nice of him to fly in from the West Coast to provide it. It would be less nice, though no doubt well meant, if my friends flew out to the West coast and brought Henry Fonda back with them. But I have no right at all against anybody that he should do this for me. Or again, to return to the story I told earlier, the fact that for continued life the violinist needs the continued use of your kidneys does not establish that he has a right to be given the continued use of your kidneys. He certainly has no right against you that you should give him continued use of your kidneys. For nobody has any right to use your kidneys unless you give him this right--if you do allow him to go on using your kidneys, this is a kindness on your part, and not something he can claim from you as his due. Nor has he any right against anybody else that they should give him continued use of your kidneys. Certainly he had no right against the Society of Music Lovers that they should plug him into you in the first place. And if you now start to unplug yourself, having learned that you will otherwise have to spend nine years in bed with him, there is nobody in the world who must try to prevent you, in order to see to it that he is given some thing he has a right to be given.
 
Some people are rather stricter about the right to life. In their view, it does not include the right to be given anything, but amounts to, and only to, the right not to be killed by anybody. But here a related difficulty arises. If everybody is to refrain from killing that violinist, then everybody must refrain from doing a great many different sorts of things. Everybody must refrain from slitting his throat, everybody must refrain from shooting him--and everybody must refrain from unplugging you from him. But does he have a right against everybody that they shall refrain from unplugging you frolic him? To refrain from doing this is to allow him to continue to use your kidneys. It could be argued that he has a right against us that we should allow him to continue to use your kidneys. That is, while he had no right against us that we should give him the use of your kidneys, it might be argued that he anyway has a right against us that we shall not now intervene and deprive him Of the use of your kidneys. I shall come back to third-party interventions later. But certainly the violinist has no right against you that you shall allow him to continue to use your kidneys. As I said, if you do allow him to use them, it is a kindness on your part, and not something you owe him.
 
The difficulty I point to here is not peculiar to the right of life. It reappears in connection with all the other natural rights, and it is something which an adequate account of rights must deal with. For present purposes it is enough just to draw attention to it. But I would stress that I am not arguing that people do not have a right to life--quite to the contrary, it seems to me that the primary control we must place on the acceptability of an account of rights is that it should turn out in that account to be a truth that all persons have a right to life. I am arguing only that having a right to life does not guarantee having either a right to be given the use of or a right to be allowed continued use of another person s body--even if one needs it for life itself. So the right to life will not serve the opponents of abortion in the very simple and clear way in which they seem to have thought it would.
 
4.
There is another way to bring out the difficulty. In the most ordinary sort of case, to deprive someone of what he has a right to is to treat him unjustly. Suppose a boy and his small brother are jointly given a box of chocolates for Christmas. If the older boy takes the box and refuses to give his brother any of the chocolates, he is unjust to him, for the brother has been given a right to half of them. But suppose that, having learned that otherwise it means nine years in bed with that violinist, you unplug yourself from him. You surely are not being unjust to him, for you gave him no right to use your kidneys, and no one else can have given him any such right. But we have to notice that in unplugging yourself, you are killing him; and violinists, like everybody else, have a right to life, and thus in the view we were considering just now, the right not to be killed. So here you do what he supposedly has a right you shall not do, but you do not act unjustly to him in doing it.
 
The emendation which may be made at this point is this: the right to life consists not in the right not to be killed, but rather in the right not to be killed unjustly. This runs a risk of circularity, but never mind: it would enable us to square the fact that the violinist has a right to life with the fact that you do not act unjustly toward him in unplugging yourself, thereby killing him. For if you do not kill him unjustly, you do not violate his right to life, and so it is no wonder you do him no injustice.
 
But if this emendation is accepted, the gap in the argument against abortion stares us plainly in the face: it is by no means enough to show that the fetus is a person, and to remind us that all persons have a right to life--we need to be shown also that killing the fetus violates its right to life, i.e., that abortion is unjust killing. And is it?
 
I suppose we may take it as a datum that in a case of pregnancy due to rape the mother has not given the unborn person a right to the use of her body for food and shelter. Indeed, in what pregnancy could it be supposed that the mother has given the unborn person such a right? It is not as if there are unborn persons drifting about the world, to whom a woman who wants a child says I invite you in."
 
But it might be argued that there are other ways one can have acquired a right to the use of another person's body than by having been invited to use it by that person. Suppose a woman voluntarily indulges in intercourse, knowing of the chance it will issue in pregnancy, and then she does become pregnant; is she not in part responsible for the presence, in fact the very existence, of the unborn person inside? No doubt she did not invite it in. But doesn't her partial responsibility for its being there itself give it a right to the use of her body? If so, then her aborting it would be more like the boys taking away the chocolates, and less like your unplugging yourself from the violinist--doing so would be depriving it of what it does have a right to, and thus would be doing it an injustice.
 
And then, too, it might be asked whether or not she can kill it even to save her own life: If she voluntarily called it into existence, how can she now kill it, even in self-defense?
 
The first thing to be said about this is that it is something new. Opponents of abortion have been so concerned to make out the independence of the fetus, in order to establish that it has a right to life, just as its mother does, that they have tended to overlook the possible support they might gain from making out that the fetus is dependent on the mother, in order to establish that she has a special kind of responsibility for it, a responsibility that gives it rights against her which are not possessed by any independent person--such as an ailing violinist who is a stranger to her.
 
On the other hand, this argument would give the unborn person a right to its mother's body only if her pregnancy resulted from a voluntary act, undertaken in full knowledge of the chance a pregnancy might result from it. It would leave out entirely the unborn person whose existence is due to rape. Pending the availability of some further argument, then, we would be left with the conclusion that unborn persons whose existence is due to rape have no right to the use of their mothers' bodies, and thus that aborting them is not depriving them of anything they have ~ right to and hence is not unjust killing.
 
And we should also notice that it is not at all plain that this argument really does go even as far as it purports to. For there are cases and cases, and the details make a difference. If the room is stuffy, and I therefore open a window to air it, and a burglar climbs in, it would be absurd to say, "Ah, now he can stay, she's given him a right to the use of her house--for she is partially responsible for his presence there, having voluntarily done what enabled him to get in, in full knowledge that there are such things as burglars, and that burglars burgle.'' It would be still more absurd to say this if I had had bars installed outside my windows, precisely to prevent burglars from getting in, and a burglar got in only because of a defect in the bars. It remains equally absurd if we imagine it is not a burglar who climbs in, but an innocent person who blunders or falls in. Again, suppose it were like this: people-seeds drift about in the air like pollen, and if you open your windows, one may drift in and take root in your carpets or upholstery. You don't want children, so you fix up your windows with fine mesh screens, the very best you can buy. As can happen, however, and on very, very rare occasions does happen, one of the screens is defective, and a seed drifts in and takes root. Does the person-plant who now develops have a right to the use of your house? Surely not--despite the fact that you voluntarily opened your windows, you knowingly kept carpets and upholstered furniture, and you knew that screens were sometimes defective. Someone may argue that you are responsible for its rooting, that it does have a right to your house, because after all you could have lived out your life with bare floors and furniture, or with sealed windows and doors. But this won't do--for by the same token anyone can avoid a pregnancy due to rape by having a hysterectomy, or anyway by never leaving home without a (reliable!) army.
 
It seems to me that the argument we are looking at can establish at most that there are some cases in which the unborn person has a right to the use of its mother's body, and therefore some cases in which abortion is unjust killing. There is room for much discussion and argument as to precisely which, if any. But I think we should sidestep this issue and leave it open, for at any rate the argument certainly does not establish that all abortion is unjust killing.
 
5.
There is room for yet another argument here, however. We surely must all grant that there may be cases in which it would be morally indecent to detach a person from your body at the cost of his life. Suppose you learn that what the violinist needs is not nine years of your life, but only one hour: all you need do to save his life is to spend one hour in that bed with him. Suppose also that letting him use your kidneys for that one hour would not affect your health in the slightest. Admittedly you were kidnapped. Admittedly you did not give anyone permission to plug him into you. Nevertheless it seems to me plain you ought to allow him to use your kidneys for that hour--it would be indecent to refuse.
 
Again, suppose pregnancy lasted only an hour, and constituted no threat to life or health. And suppose that a woman becomes pregnant as a result of rape. Admittedly she did not voluntarily do anything to bring about the existence of a child. Admittedly she did nothing at all which would give the unborn person a right to the use of her body. All the same it might well be said, as in the newly amended violinist story, that she ought to allow it to remain for that hour--that it would be indecent of her to refuse.
 
Now some people are inclined to use the term "right" in such a way that it follows from the fact that you ought to allow a person to use your body for the hour he needs, that he has a right to use your body for the hour he needs, even though he has not been given that right by any person or act. They may say that it follows also that if you refuse, you act unjustly toward him. This use of the term is perhaps so common that it cannot be called wrong; nevertheless it seems to me to be an unfortunate loosening of what we would do better to keep a tight rein on. Suppose that box of chocolates I mentioned earlier had not been given to both boys jointly, but was given only to the older boy. There he sits stolidly eating his way through the box. his small brother watching enviously. Here we are likely to say, "You ought not to be so mean. You ought to give your brother some of those chocolates." My own view is that it just does not follow from the truth of this that the brother has any right to any of the chocolates. If the boy refuses to give his brother any he is greedy stingy. callous--but not unjust. I suppose that the people I have in mind will say it does follow that the brother has a right to some of the chocolates, and thus that the boy does act unjustly if he refuses to give his brother any. But the effect of saying, this is to obscure what we should keep distinct, namely the difference between the boy's refusal in this case and the boy's refusal in the earlier case, in which the box was given to both boys jointly, and in which the small brother thus had what was from any point of view clear title to half.
 
A further objection to so using the term "right" that from the fact that A ought to do a thing for B it follows that R has a right against A that A do it for him, is that it is going to make the question of whether or not a man has a right to a thing turn on how easy it is to provide him with it; and this seems not merely unfortunate, but morally unacceptable. Take the case of Henry Fonda again. I said earlier that I had no right to the touch of his cool hand on my fevered brow even though I needed it to save my life. I said it would be frightfully nice of him to fly in from the West Coast to provide me with it, but that I had no right against him that he should do so. But suppose he isn't on the West Coast. Suppose he has only to walk across the room, place a hand briefly on my brow--and lo, my life is saved. Then surely he ought to do it-it would be indecent to refuse. Is it to be said, "Ah, well, it follows that in this case she has a right to the touch of his hand on her brow, and so it would be an injustice in him to refuse"? So that I have a right to it when it is easy for him to provide it, though no right when it's hard? It's rather a shocking idea that anyone's rights should fade away and disappear as it gets harder and harder to accord them to him.
 
So my own view is that even though you ought to let the violinist use your kidneys for the one hour he needs, we should not conclude that he has a right to do so--we should say that if you refuse, you are, like the boy who owns all the chocolates and will give none away, self-centered and callous, indecent in fact, but not unjust. And similarly, that even supposing a case in which a woman pregnant due to rape ought to allow the unborn person to use her body for the hour he needs, we should not conclude that he has a right to do so; we should say that she is self-centered, callous, indecent, but not unjust, if she refuses. The complaints are no less grave; they are just different. However, there is no need to insist on this point. If anyone does wish to deduce "he has a right" from "you ought," then all the same he must surely grant that there are cases in which it is not morally required of you that you allow that violinist to use your kidneys, and in which he does not have a right to use them, and in which you do not do him an injustice if you refuse. And so also for mother and unborn child. Except in such cases as the unborn person has a right to demand it--and we were leaving open the possibility that there may be such cases--nobody is morally required to make large sacrifices, of health, of all other interests and concerns, of all other duties and commitments, for nine years, or even for nine months, in order to keep another person alive.
 
6.
We have in fact to distinguish between two kinds of Samaritan: the Good Samaritan and what we might call the Minimally Decent Samaritan. The story of the Good Samaritan, you will remember, goes like this:
 
A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.
And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.
But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was, and when he saw him he had compassion on him.
And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
And on the morrow, when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, "Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee." (Luke 10:30-35)
 
The Good Samaritan went out of his way, at some cost to himself, to help one in need of it. We are not told what the options were, that is, whether or not the priest and the Levite could have helped by doing less than the Good Samaritan did, but assuming they could have, then the fact they did nothing at all shows they were not even Minimally Decent Samaritans, not because they were not Samaritans, but because they were not even minimally decent.
 
These things are a matter of degree, of course, but there is a difference, and it comes out perhaps most clearly in the story of Kitty Genovese, who, as you will remember, was murdered while thirty-eight people watched or listened, and did nothing at all to help her. A Good Samaritan would have rushed out to give direct assistance against the murderer. Or perhaps we had better allow that it would have been a Splendid Samaritan who did this, on the ground that it would have involved a risk of death for himself. But the thirty-eight not only did not do this, they did not even trouble to pick up a phone to call the police. Minimally Decent Samaritanism would call for doing at least that, and their not having done it was monstrous.
 
After telling the story of the Good Samaritan, Jesus said, "Go, and do thou likewise." Perhaps he meant that we are morally required to act as the Good Samaritan did. Perhaps he was urging people to do more than is morally required of them. At all events it seems plain that it was not morally required of any of the thirty-eight that he rush out to give direct assistance at the risk of his own life, and that it is not morally required of anyone that he give long stretches of his life--nine years or nine months--to sustaining the life of a person who has no special right (we were leaving open the possibility of this) to demand it.
 
Indeed, with one rather striking class of exceptions, no one in any country in the world is legally required to do anywhere near as much as this for anyone else. The class of exceptions is obvious. My main concern here is not the state of the law in respect to abortion, but it is worth drawing attention to the fact that in no state in this country is any man compelled by law to be even a Minimally Recent Samaritan to any person; there is no law under which charges could be brought against the thirty eight who stood by while Kitty Genovese died. By contrast, in most states in this country women are compelled by law to be not merely Minimally Decent Samaritans, but Good Samaritans to unborn persons inside them. This doesn't by itself settle anything one way or the other, because it may well be argued that there should be laws in this country as there are in many European countries--compelling at least Minimally Decent Samaritanism. But it does show that there is a gross injustice in the existing state of the law. And it shows also that the groups currently working against liberalization of abortion laws, in fact working toward having it declared unconstitutional for a state to permit abortion, had better start working for the adoption of Good Samaritan laws generally, or earn the charge that they are acting in bad faith.
 
I should think, myself, that Minimally Decent Samaritan laws would be one thing, Good Samaritan laws quite another, and in fact highly improper. But we are not here concerned with the law. What we should ask is not whether anybody should be compelled by law to be a Good Samaritan, but whether we must accede to a situation in which somebody is being compelled--by nature, perhaps--to be a Good Samaritan. We have, in other words, to look now at third-party interventions. I have been arguing that no person is morally required to make large sacrifices to sustain the life of another who has no right to demand them, and this even where the sacrifices do not include life itself; we are not morally required to be Good Samaritans or anyway Very Good Samaritans to one another. But what if a man cannot extricate himself from such a situation? What if he appeals to us to extricate him? It seems to me plain that there are cases in which we can, cases in which a Good Samaritan would extricate him. There you are, you were kidnapped, and nine years in bed with that violinist lie ahead of you. You have your own life to lead. You are sorry, but you simply cannot see giving up so much of your life to the sustaining of his. You cannot extricate yourself, and ask us to do so. I should have thought that--in light of his having no right to the use of your body--it was obvious that we do not have to accede to your being forced to give up so much. We can do what you ask. There is no injustice to the violinist in our doing so.
 
7.
Following the lead of the opponents of abortion, I have throughout been speaking of the fetus merely as a person, and what I have been asking is whether or not the argument we began with, which proceeds only from the fetus's being a person, really does establish its conclusion. I have argued that it does not.
 
But of course there are arguments and arguments, and it may be said that I have simply fastened on the wrong one. It may be said that what is important is not merely the fact that the fetus is a person, but that it is a person for whom the woman has a special kind of responsibility issuing from the fact that she is its mother. And it might be argued that all my analogies are therefore irrelevant--for you do not have that special kind of responsibility for that violinist; Henry Fonda does not have that special kind of responsibility for me. And our attention might be drawn to the fact that men and women both are compelled by law to provide support for their children
 
I have in effect dealt (briefly) with this argument in section 4 above; but a (still briefer) recapitulation now may be in order. Surely we do not have any such "special responsibility" for a person unless we have assumed it, explicitly or implicitly. If a set of parents do not try to prevent pregnancy, do not obtain an abortion, but rather take it home with them, then they have assumed responsibility for it, they have given it rights, and they cannot now withdraw support from it at the cost of its life because they now find it difficult to go on providing for it. But if they have taken all reasonable precautions against having a child, they do not simply by virtue of their biological relationship to the child who comes into existence have a special responsibility for it. They may wish to assume responsibility for it, or they may not wish to. And I am suggesting that if assuming responsibility for it would require large sacrifices, then they may refuse. A Good Samaritan would not refuse--or anyway, a Splendid Samaritan, if the sacrifices that had to be made were enormous. But then so would a Good Samaritan assume responsibility for that violinist; so would Henry Fonda, if he is a Good Samaritan, fly in from the West Coast and assume responsibility for me.
 
8.
My argument will be found unsatisfactory on two counts by many of those who want to regard abortion as morally permissible. First, while I do argue that abortion is not impermissible, I do not argue that it is always permissible. There may well be cases in which carrying the child to term requires only Minimally Decent Samaritanism of the mother, and this is a standard we must not fall below. I am inclined to think it a merit of my account precisely that it does not give a general yes or a general no. It allows for and supports our sense that, for example, a sick and desperately frightened fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, pregnant due to rape, may of course choose abortion, and that any law which rules this out is an insane law. And it also allows for and supports our sense that in other cases resort to abortion is even positively indecent. It would be indecent in the woman to request an abortion, and indecent in a doctor to perform it, if she is in her seventh month, and wants the abortion just to avoid the nuisance of postponing a trip abroad. The very fact that the arguments I have been drawing attention to treat all cases of abortion, or even all cases of abortion in which the mother's life is not at stake, as morally on a par ought to have made them suspect at the outset.
 
Second, while I am arguing for the permissibility of abortion in some cases, I am not arguing for the right to secure the death of the unborn child. It is easy to confuse these two things in that up to a certain point in the life of the fetus it is not able to survive outside the mother's body; hence removing it from her body guarantees its death. But they are importantly different. I have argued that you are not morally required to spend nine months in bed, sustaining the life of that violinist, but to say this is by no means to say that if, when you unplug yourself, there is a miracle and he survives, you then have a right to turn round and slit his throat. You may detach yourself even if this costs him his life; you have no right to be guaranteed his death, by some other means, if unplugging yourself does not kill him. There are some people who will feel dissatisfied by this feature of my argument. A woman may be utterly devastated by the thought of a child, a bit of herself, put out for adoption and never seen or heard of again. She may therefore want not merely that the child be detached from her, but more, that it die. Some opponents of abortion are inclined to regard this as beneath contempt--thereby showing insensitivity to what is surely a powerful source of despair. All the same, I agree that the desire for the child's death is not one which anybody may gratify, should it turn out to be possible to detach the child alive.
 
At this place, however, it should be remembered that we have only been pretending throughout that the fetus is a human being from the moment of conception. A very early abortion is surely not the killing of a person, and so is not dealt with by anything I have said here.

Sunday, June 25, 2023

Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky (Czajkowski)

Adrian loves insects and arachnids


Children of Time is certainly a science fiction epic in the sense of being impressive in size and scope. Originally written as a standalone, it became Tchaikovsky's best-selling novel and so, of course, has spawned sequels. This first book in the series is a chunky 600 pages, and the action of the story covers thousands of years of future history.

Review


No worries, however, as certain other species do respond well to the virus, foremost among them perhaps being, oddly enough, jumping spiders. Over the course of millennia the spiders grow rather large (dog-sized, I gathered) and much smarter, as do ants and some types of crustaceans. This is where the novel really shines. Tchaikovsky does a wonderfully entertaining job of projecting out what higher consciousness would be like for these unlikely species given their innate characteristics. At one point the spiders and the ants go to all-out war, and it looks bad for the spiders until they cleverly figure out a way to control the ants by manipulating the way they sense their environment.

The novel begins sometime in the far future aboard a space station orbiting a distant planet that has been terraformed and is on the brink of the next stage of development. Under the guidance of Dr. Arvana Kern, primates will be introduced into the ecosystem along with an uplift virus that will speed their evolution. (The station isn't named Brin 2 for nothing.) Being no fan of the directions that humanity has taken, Kern intends to nurture a new intelligent species that may perhaps avoid some of the mistakes her own has made. Things go catastrophically wrong during the setup stage, however, and through a series of events that strain credulity just a bit, the virus is introduced into the planet's atmosphere but the monkeys don't survive. Kern becomes the only surviving human member of the expedition after a coup attempt. Her own consciousness gets mixed up with the ship's AI, and she continues to watch over what she thinks of as Kern's World for thousands of years, not knowing that her primates are long since dead.

During this vast amount of time, humanity manages to destroy the Earth and pretty much wipe itself out everywhere in the galaxy except for one desperate starship (not even a ragtag fleet) searching for a habitable world. Ancient records lead them to Kern's World, but the misanthropic Kern-AI-thing wants nothing to do with humanity and warns them away. She is, after all, busy using radio transmissions to nurture the evolving intelligence of what she believes are her beloved primates on the world below. Unfortunately for the last remnants of humanity, the technologies of the old empire were far greater than those they now possess, so even their vast starship is no match for the weaponized countermeasures of the Brin 2 station. They are sent to the location of another terraformed planet, a quest that again takes thousands of years since no faster-than-light travel exists in this universe. But, before they leave, a band of mutineers manages to get past the Brin station and land on the planet for a brief moment in which the spiders unknowingly glimpse their creators and the humans witness a world that they view as a horror beyond words.

If things went a little haywire on Kern's World, they went completely off the tracks on the second terraformed planet, which is covered with one vast fungal network. Things are getting desperate for the last hope of humanity by this point but the crew of the Galactica, er, I mean the Gilgamesh, are able to avail themselves of some old-empire technology at this abandoned outpost. Their leader believes that they have no alternative but to return to Kern's World and fight for possession of the planet.

I'll skip ahead and assure you that the final battle is a scorcher!

What I've described is just the bare skeleton (or perhaps I should say exoskeleton) of the novel. The really good stuff comes in the growing awareness of the spiders over the generations, and in the changing relationships and situations of the humans over the millennia as they go into and out of cryogenic sleep at different times and over varying periods during their ever-more-desperate search for a home. The novel is complete and satisfying in itself and flies by quickly despite its length.

Thursday, June 8, 2023

The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North

 
Catherine Webb was born into the publishing business

What sets the time-loop story apart from the time-travel story is that in the time loop you don't go anywhere -- you're stuck on a hamster wheel of days. But, unlike the movie Groundhog Day or the streaming series Palm Springs, in which the protagonists live the same day again and again, Harry August lives an entire lifetime over and over. It can get exhausting.

Review

Harry's first life began a couple of months after the end of World War I, on New Year's Eve, 1918. The circumstances of Harry's birth were inauspicious. His mother, a servant to the upper-class Hulne household, had been raped by the scion to the family fortune before he went off to war. Expelled from the estate when she was found to be pregnant, Harry's mother later died in childbirth in the toilet of a train station. To avoid a potential family scandal when the dead mother's identity was learned, the Hulne's arranged for the boy to be raised by their groundskeeper Patrick August and his wife Harriet, as if he were possibly Patrick's.

Harry lived out his first life normally. He served in World War II and returned home to help with and eventually take up his adopted father's work on the Hulne estate. In time Harry died, as we all do, but was reborn in the train station and within a few years memories of his first life began to return. This was so traumatizing to the young Harry that he was put in a mental institution and committed suicide at a tender age.

Then he was born a third time, same train station, and eventually remembered his first two lives. In his third life, he dedicated his life to God but found no answers as to who or what he was.

Each time Harry was reborn, memories of his previous lives began to return around the age of three. Harry began to adapt, to use his precocious knowledge to excel in school and to better himself in life. But, in his fourth life, he made the mistake of confessing his reality to his wife Jenny, with the result that she had him committed to an asylum where he was drugged and restrained by a quack psychiatrist. While being held against his will in the institution, a spy named Phearson came to him and tried to get him to divulge knowledge of the future. Unlike everyone else, Phearson believed Harry's story and even revealed that he was aware of a secret society of people like Harry called the Cronus Club. "Like the Illuminati without the glamour, or the Masons without the cufflinks," he said.

This information allows Harry to eventually find a way to make contact with the Cronus Club. The Club's representative who visits him in the mental hospital where he is held prisoner lets him know that the only way out of his current dilemma is to commit suicide, which he does. In subsequent lives, Harry is able to reach out to the Club when his memories return, and these mysterious benefactors pave his way through the best schools, and so forth. They call themselves kalachakra, a Buddhist term that refers to cycles of time, and they keep in touch with each other via this shadowy worldwide organization that we now know is called the Cronus Club.

Throughout the book we learn that the guiding philosophy of the Cronus Club is, "Complexity should be your excuse for inaction." (This is also the guiding principle of classical conservatism, by the way.) The Club has a vested interest in maintaining the status quo through time. In extreme cases, when certain kalachakra have tried to severely alter the time line, it is possible to permanently eradicate that ouroboran's memory, or even to kill them before they are reborn (permanently ending their existence), as a means to restore the status quo. Members of the Cronus Club have found clever ways to pass messages back down through time to the past. When Harry is quietly dying his eleventh death, he learns from another kalachakra that a message has come from the future that the world is ending.

In his twelfth life, Harry sets out to discover who among his kind is so altering the timeline as to bring about the imminent future destruction of the world. His nemesis, Vincent Rankis, turns out to be quite formidable. It's only because Harry has one other special quality, which we've known about all along, that he is able to survive when other kalachakra are being wiped out wholesale.

Claire North, real name Catherine Webb, wrote her first published young-adult novel when she was only 14 years old. The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August was her first published adult novel. She was 28 when it came out, and it still feels a bit precocious because the novel spans quite a bit of history and ranges across Europe and Russia. It is necessarily a convoluted tale, as it takes place over fifteen lifetimes, but to North's credit the narrative is never confusing. The only thing I would criticize is that I never fully understood Rankis' motivation or exactly how his quantum mirror was going to end everything, but I suppose that was the mcguffin aspect of the novel. The appeal of the time-loop novel is that we all have thought about what it would be like to live portions of our lives over again knowing what we know now. North shows how that might be a "careful what you wish for" proposition.



Thursday, June 1, 2023

Ghost Story by Peter Straub

 


The late Peter Straub was a master of literary horror


Ghost Story opens with a prologue in which a desperate man is driving south to Florida with a kidnapped girl. The scenario immediately calls up expectations of a sexual predator and a terrified child, but everything seems off. The man seems more worried than malign; the girl seems unconcerned with her situation. We cut to the main body of the novel, then, and it weaves so many intriguing tales over the course of its more than 500 pages that we forget all about the desperate man and the captive girl. When the narrative finally works its way back to them in the final pages, the reader feels a pleasurable jolt of recognition and comprehension.


Review


Straub takes his time in this novel, slowly building up a big cast of characters, a lived-in sense of place, and a complex story that stretches across decades. The first three quarters of the book are brilliant. The patient reader will luxuriate in the author's beautiful prose and his deft unfolding of the layers upon layers interconnected tales told by the members of the Chowder Club. In the final quarter of the book, however, as the narrative begins to build toward its conclusion, and as Ghost Story becomes more of a straightforward horror yarn, as blood gushes and disemboweled bodies start to pile up, the telling, ironically, begins to drag and the logic of it all wears disconcertingly thin.


The title of the novel is a bit of misdirection in that you eventually realize that the evil entities at work in its pages are not ghosts in the traditional sense. Straub hints, rather, that they may be immortal, vengeful creatures who form the reality behind stories of ghosts, vampires, and werewolves. To go back to the word "ironically" again, the story would probably make more sense if they really were ghosts.

Ghost Story is the very quintessence of a "literary" horror novel, and, even with its shortcomings, well worth your while if you like slow-building suspense. Stephen King fans will find that certain elements of the plot are reminiscent of Salem's Lot. But there's more of the EC comics fan in King, and more of Henry James in Straub. Me, I like 'em both.

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Recursion by Blake Crouch

Novelist, screenwriter, and show runner

Recursion
is the second novel I've read by Blake Crouch. The first was Dark Matter (2016), a race-to-the finish thriller involving the many worlds hypothesis of quantum mechanics. In the earlier novel, a professor of physics is kidnapped and thrown into a device that shifts him into a parallel universe. Who did this to him and how to get back to his own life are just a few of the problems he must solve. It may sound a bit cerebral, but Dark Matter was actually quite a fun read; I understand it's soon to be a streaming series from Apple TV+.

Review


Recursion is built upon a similar premise. The story opens with a detective named Barry Sutton who, in 2018, tries to talk a potential jumper down from a ledge. She's suffering from a recent phenomenon called False Memory Syndrome (FMS), in which people confusingly recall whole chunks of their lives that they never lived. Barry is unsuccessful, but he becomes obsessed with understanding why the woman did what she did. His detective work eventually leads him to the source.

In alternating chapters we meet a researcher named Helena Smith who, in 2007, driven by her mother's worsening condition, is trying to develop a method to reverse the effects of Alzheimer's disease. She is working on a way to record memories and then restimulate those memories in the brain. She is, unfortunately, getting nowhere fast until an eccentric tech billionaire steps in and offers to fund her research at a level she never dreamed of on the condition that she agrees to work with his team in complete secrecy.

Based on that description, you can probably imagine how the two storylines begin to come together. But there's a twist, and, if you're intrigued, I'd strongly suggest you skip the rest of my review and go read the novel. 

* * *

Helena's Elon-like benefactor, Marcus Slade, helicopters her out to an abandoned oil rig off the coast of northern California that he has retrofitted into a state-of-the-art laboratory exclusively for her use. With an unlimited equipment budget and a team of assistants, Helena's research proceeds by leaps and bounds until it hits a wall that Marcus insists can only be overcome by having a human subject's heart stopped at the moment the memory transfer takes place. This is an insane-sounding notion that neither Helena nor most of the assistants will go along with, but Marcus eventually gets his way. And that's when something unfathomable happens. Helena realizes that when the subject died during the transfer, the device didn't just restore a memory, it literally sent the subject back in time to the point at which the remembered event first occurred. (A bunch of clever hand-waving makes this sound semi-plausible.)

How did Marcus know this would happen? Well, this isn't Marcus' first rodeo. As a research subject, he died in the device once himself; he just needed to get back to the point where the device gets invented again for the first time, and living through history a second time gives a person the chance to make a lot of smart investments along the way. 

As he takes control of the device, Marcus begins to propagate its use among people who have strong regrets about their past. But here's the catch -- and I've never seen anyone apply this to a time-travel story before -- when you change the past, you still remember your old life, and all the people whose lives are affected by the changes also remember their other lives. Those FMS memories aren't false at all. The more people use the device, the wider the circles of overlaid memories become, and the deeper the layers of memories become. Affected people don't remember their other lives, though, until they reach the day in history when the recursions first began; then all the memories come flooding back. For everyone.

As Barry and Helena's lives become intertwined, they set out to find a way to stop the Armageddon that occurs when hostile nations realize the reality disruption is coming from the United States and fire nuclear warheads to stop it. The title Recursion becomes even more relevant as Helena goes back to a starting point before the device was invented and tries again and again with Barry's help to stop everyone's memories of all the alternate timelines from hitting them when they reach the day that it began. It is a seemingly hopeless quest, and as Helena fails again and again, dies again and again, meets and recruits Barry again and again, reliving hundreds of years, her mind begins to fail.

Admittedly, the novel slows down a bit with the repeated attempts, but Crouch is too good a writer to wear out the reader's patience. He also uses the repetition and the way Barry and Helena experience the passage of time differently to meditate on relationships. Crouch isn't so focused on the twists and turns of his temporal thriller that he doesn't take time to explore the human dimension. I look forward to reading his next one.

Monday, December 26, 2022

Cinema Speculation by Quentin Tarantino


The filmmaker as critic

I think Tarantino is a brilliant filmmaker, and I always enjoy listening to him talk about movies. His unabashed love of action, horror, kung fu and other "disreputable" genres is refreshing to someone who isn't always enamored with the sincere, slow-moving art-house films and Oscar bait that more respected critics seem to favor. If you share his tastes in that regard, you might want to check out the Video Archives podcast Tarantino co-hosts with his fellow filmmaker Roger Avary after you finish reading Cinema Speculation.


Review


In this book, Tarantino focuses on a slice of (mostly) 1970s American cinema. For some reason Cinema Speculation doesn't have a table of contents, so I'm going to provide one here: "Little Q Watching Big Movies," "Bullitt (1968)," "Dirty Harry (1971)," "Deliverance (1972)," "The Getaway (1972)," "The Outfit (1973)," "Second-String Samurai: An Appreciation of Kevin Thomas," "New Hollywood in the Seventies: The Post-Sixties Anti-Establishment Auteurs vs. The Movie Brats," "Sisters (1973)," "Daisy Miller (1974)," "Taxi Driver (1976)," "Cinema Speculation: What If Brian De Palma Directed Taxi Driver Instead of Martin Scorsese?," "Rolling Thunder (1977)," "Paradise Alley (1978)," "Escape from Alcatraz (1979)," "Hardcore (1979)," "The Funhouse (1981)," and "*Floyd Footnote." Obviously the time period covered here roughly corresponds to what is known as the New Hollywood (or American New Wave). The old studio system was dying, and Hollywood was experimenting with new directions that tended to be auteur-driven, explicitly violent, morally ambiguous, and less conventional in narrative structure.

Quentin Tarantino was born in 1963, so he was still just a kid when this ferment was beginning to take place. (He was, for instance, five years old when Bullitt came out.) But, as is revealed in the first chapter, "Little Q Watching Big Movies," by 1970 his mother and stepfather were taking little Quentin with them to enjoy the counterculture programming at the Tiffany Theater. He learned quickly that if he kept his mouth shut and his eyes open, the adults would continue to let him tag along. Because he was allowed to see movies the other kids couldn't, Quentin felt like he was the most sophisticated kid in his school class.

After the introductory chapter, the book settles into a groove of discussing -- chapter by chapter -- movies from the late sixties and early seventies that made a strong impression on young Tarantino. His analyses are often revelatory, sometimes including first-hand information that the older Tarantino got directly from the directors or screen writers. He also, amusingly, incudes his impressions as a naive kid watching these movies for the first time, explaining how scenes can work even if you don't fully understand what's going on. Tarantino's digressions can often wander far afield, which has the potential to be annoying but I find them entertaining.

"Second-String Samurai" is the first BIG digression from what we had assumed was the groove the book had settled into. In chapter seven, QT takes time out to talk about his favorite Los Angeles Times movie critic, Kevin Thomas. Tarantino begins by talking about the Times' main movie critics: Charles Champlin (basically a tool of the studios), followed by Sheila Benson (wholly unfit for the job), and finally Kenny Turan (a "real" critic but a particularly nasty one). Tarantino had little use for any of them but greatly appreciated the Times' second-string critic, Kevin Thomas, who not only went to see the art-house, foreign, and exploitation films the other critics didn't have time for, he had a deep appreciation and understanding of them which Tarantino learned from. While Tarantino didn't always agree with Thomas' opinions, he described the way Thomas approached exploitations films as being like a devoted sports writer writing about a good high school team -- always rooting for them.

In "New Hollywood in the Seventies," Tarantino breaks down what he sees as two distinct directions filmmakers took during that period. The Anti-Establishment Auteurs -- who included Altman, Rafelson, Penn, Peckinpah, Cassavetes, and others -- looked back on the old Hollywood and didn't like what they saw. They aspired to make films in the spirit of Fellini and Truffaut rather than Hawks or Wyler. These directors made movies that were often unsettling and hard for audiences to understand. Perhaps in reaction, they were soon followed by the first generation of filmmakers to have attended film school. These "Movie Brats" included Bogdanovich, Coppola, Scorsese, De Palma, Lucas, and Spielberg. What set them apart from their predecessors is that they were film geeks -- they loved old movies, including genre movies, and, at least in some cases, wanted to make the best genre movies ever made.

For most of the rest of the book, Tarantino returns to his rambling, discursive discussions of specific movies as the decade wears on. "Sisters" dives into the early filmography of his favorite director, Brian De Palma. "Daisy Miller" serves in part as an excuse for remembering the largely forgotten actor Barry Brown. "Taxi Driver" illuminates how screen writer Schrader and director Scorsese conspired to remake The Searchers as a contemporary revenge thriller, while "Cinema Speculation" imagines how the film would have been different if De Palma (who was originally slated to direct) had made Taxi Driver instead. And so on. The book concludes with a fond reminiscence of Floyd Ray Wilson, a guy who dated his mother's friend and lived in their house for a while. Like Tarantino, Floyd also loved movies, and he had a profound influence on young Quentin's thinking. He also ultimately moved Tarantino, in an unexpected way I'll leave it to you to find out, to write one of his later movies.

This is an immensely entertaining and informative book for anyone who likes Tarantino or shares his movie-watching sensibilities. The one knock I have against it is that the book is poorly edited. I give it credit for distinctly retaining Tarantino's voice, but far too many typos and grammatical errors made their way into the final text. Surely HarperCollins can do better than this for their authors!

Saturday, December 24, 2022

Ace Doubles by Eric Brown

Brown writes human-oriented science fiction


Ace Doubles is a short novel (or novella) about a middle-aged science fiction writer named Ed Bently whose career has stalled out. After delivering the bad news to Ed that his current editor at the publishing house of Worley and Greenwood has not only rejected his latest manuscript but gone so far as to sever their relationship, Ed's agent tells him not to worry because he's already lined up a lucrative job that he can knock out in no time. Ed's first thought is that it's probably a Doctor Who novel but then quickly realizes he doesn't have the connections to get picked for a job like that. Instead, it turns out that a YouTube superstar named Tuppy Cotton wants to write a science fiction novel and has asked her publisher if Ed can be persuaded to "help" her with it. Her previous novel, ghost written by a horror novelist, earned huge profits for the publisher. The payday for Ed, if he accepts the assignment, is a flat fee of "thirty grand." Dollars or pounds isn't clear, but either way it's more than Ed earned on his last several duds. Going against his better instincts, he accepts because he badly needs the money to pay off debts.

Before going any further with the plot synopsis, I'd like to talk about the title because it's that (and not the bland cover art) that persuaded me to pick up the book. In 1952, Ace Books published its first "double" title, a pair of mysteries, Too Hot for Hell backed with The Grinning Gizmo. Ace published the books in a format called tĂȘte-bĂȘche (head-to-toe), where two novels are bound together, one rotated 180 degrees from the other so that there are two front covers. The publisher logo read, rather clumsily, "Ace Double Novel Books," but they were known to fans simply as "Ace Doubles." Ace published mysteries and westerns, along with other genres, in the double format; but the science fiction doubles were the most popular and soon came to dominate the line.

In the novel, Ed Bentley is approaching sixty. He thinks back nostalgically about the Ace Doubles he discovered in used bookstores as a teenager, which caused him to fall in love with science fiction in the first place. A list of Bentley's novels have titles that are so similar to the titles of Brown's books that the autobiographical elements are unmistakable. When Bentley reminisces about Ace Double authors such as E.C. Tubb, Philip E. High, and Robert Silverberg, there can be little doubt that these are favorites of Brown's. Bentley's favorite author, George Lattimer, is fictional, but one wonders if Brown had a specific author from that period in mind as the model.

Ed's worst fears about what a YouTube star might be like prove to be unfounded. Tuppence Cotton (Tuppy to her fans, Penny to her friends) is smart, personable, and talented. While she's no writer, her draft for the novel contains good, workable ideas, and she's modest enough to happily accept Ed's changes and additions. As he settles into the mansion she owns, the two of them develop a productive and happy working relationship. To Ed's astonishment, he learns that the home Penny owns once belonged to George Lattimer. It's a coincidence that would strain credulity, except for the fact that it's not a coincidence, as we come to learn.

As short as the novel is (114 pages), it's built on character and develops at a leisurely pace. Much of Ed's journey is a reckoning with and acceptance of loss as he teaches others to deal with it, too. And, as much as Ed is a hard-headed realist, he will also have to confront something inexplicable and science fictional before the novel ends. The story that he hears from the aged and dying George Lattimer feels very much like a call back to Brown's 2011 novel, The Kings of Eternity, which I highly recommend. (In fact, you should go read that one first.) Ace Doubles is a light, quick read that reveals the appropriately double meaning of its title at the end.

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

Chocky by John Wyndham

 

Wyndham's full name, John Wyndham Parkes Lucas Beynon Harris,
gave him lots of fodder for pseudonyms


Historians of science fiction often speak of the years 1939–1942 as "the golden age." But it was more like a false dawn. The real golden age arrived a decade later, and—what is not always true of golden ages—we knew what it was while it was happening.
--Robert Silverberg


When I first ran across that statement by Silverberg a few years ago, I instantly concurred. While the roots of the science fiction I love were in the 1930s and 40s, the real flowering of the genre came in the 1950s. One of the best writers of that period was John Wyndham, whose works include The Day of the Triffids (1951), The Kraken Wakes (1953), The Chrysalids (1955), and The Midwich Cuckoos, aka The Village of the Damned (1957). Wyndham had written earlier novels in the 1930s and 40s, under different pseudonyms, but they haven't stood the test of time like his output of the 1950s and 60s.

Review


Chocky came out in 1968 and was the last of Wyndham's novels to be published during his lifetime. The story is told from the point of view of David Gore, who is married to Mary. They have two children, Matthew and Polly. At the outset, the younger of the children, Polly, has an imaginary friend she calls Piff. Polly's antics involving the invisible Piff are annoying to everyone else in the family, but, eventually, to everyone's relief, she forgets her imaginary friend and moves on. David and Mary are, therefore, very unhappy when their older child, Matthew, begins to exhibit signs of having an imaginary friend of his own. For one thing, at twelve he's too old for that sort of thing, and, for another, his imaginary friend Chocky causes Matthew a great deal of consternation. Chocky is always asking perplexing questions that no one can answer and expressing opinions that go against Matthew's own.

Eventually David seeks advice from an old college friend named Alan who is now a psychiatrist. But, after meeting Matthew and spending time with him, Alan isn't so sure Chocky is imaginary. Chocky says things that Alan doesn't think Matthew could have thought of himself. In going over his assessment with Matthew's parents, Alan makes the mistake of comparing it to the old-fashioned idea of being "possessed." He later retreats from that word because Chocky doesn't seem to be controlling Matthew in any way, but Mary is so disturbed by the notion that she wants nothing more to do with Alan.

As time goes on, however, Matthew learns to let his mind go blank and allow Chocky to take control of him. S/he teaches him how s/he sees the world and in the process teaches him how to draw and paint. His art teacher is so amazed by this efflorescence of a hitherto unseen talent that she asks Matthew for one his drawings. On another occasion, an accident occurs and Matthew and his little sister are swept into a fast-flowing river. Chocky takes control of Matthew, who can't swim, instantly teaching him to swim and having him hold his sister's head above water until they can be rescued.

By the way, I'm using the construction "s/he" because, in exchanges with Matthew, the entity makes it clear that gender is unknown where s/he comes from. For convenience, though, David and Matthew eventually settle on referring to Chocky as she/her because to Matthew she seems more feminine than masculine. (In 1968, non-binary pronouns weren't really a thing.)

David also begins to think Chocky might somehow be real, but Mary clings to the belief that s/he is merely a product of Matthew's mind. Alan comes back to David with the suggestion that they take Matthew to a renowned psychiatrist he knows, Sir William Thorpe, who has recently been appointed to a high government position because he is so highly regarded. With persuasion from Alan, Thorpe agrees to see Matthew. When Matthew later describes the experience to his parents, it's obvious to them that Thorpe hypnotized Matthew during the session, which they find disturbing. But they have to wait for his report. When it comes, David is disappointed because Thorpe dismisses all of Matthew's experiences as common manifestations of typical psychological issues that boys go through -- which is obviously ridiculous -- and assures them that Chocky will fade away soon enough.

And, indeed, shortly thereafter Chocky does leave Matthew, which saddens him. He had grown used to sharing thoughts and understanding with Chocky. Though they are concerned about his depressed state of mind, his parents hope this is the beginning of a return to normalcy. Nothing is going back to normal anytime soon, though, because Matthew is kidnapped after school one day. The only clue to the kidnapping is that a boy from school saw Matthew getting into a car with a man.

Weeks later, Matthew finds himself in another town and goes looking for a policeman to get help. The police question Matthew, examine him medically (finding that he has received many injections), and return him to his parents. He explains why he got into the car with the man (who said he was looking for the Gore house), and tells how the next thing he remembers is waking up in a hospital with a cast on his leg and that the doctors and nurses explained he'd been in a car accident and that it was broken. Everyone was nice to him and said they were using a new technique that would heal his leg quickly. In a couple of weeks, the cast was off and he was ready to go home. Then he woke up in an abandoned car in a strange town.

The implications become obvious: Thorpe understood he was dealing with an alien entity and agents of the government kidnapped Matthew to inject him with drugs and extract all the information they could. Seeing how badly things were going wrong, Chocky had left Matthew. But, late one night, s/he returned a final time to fully explain her mission. I believe the book would have been better without the last couple of chapters. Readers had enough to fill in the blanks, and going through it all methodically to make everything explicit robbed it of some of the narrative pathos and wonder it had built up.

That said, Wyndham had a delightful way of unspooling the story, making everything feel homey and familiar while slowly introducing elements of strangeness. The imaginary friend that turns out to be real is a staple of horror stories, but Wyndham never ventures in that direction with this story. He is more interested in provoking questions and contemplation. He suggests that progress is made by actually looking at the things you think you already know and questioning your assumptions. Toward the end, Chocky explains that s/he reaches across the void to other minds because "intelligent life is the only thing that gives meaning to the universe." I'll buy tha