Octavian Nothing
14/5/08 22:31In preparation for Wiscon, I'm rereading Octavian Nothing--with annotations, because apparently I have too much free time--and I'm remembering just how good it is, how much thematic stuff is layered in there.
Like, for example, how vehemently it attacks the notion of science as pure, unbiased, free from base passions.
I mean, he's taking an issue of social justice and turning it into a word problem!
I had forgotten that it had any funny bits (except for the word 'fundament,' which is funny because I'm twelve):
(Even there, though-- there's this tension between dispassionate observing and passionate living, between Octavian's pique and jealousy and his denial thereof, which echoes everywhere in the novel.)
This is not extremely subtle. It's not anvilicious, but it's all right on the surface. If it were too much subtler--well, there wouldn't be anything to notice. It would just be business as usual.
Like, for example, how vehemently it attacks the notion of science as pure, unbiased, free from base passions.
"We...observed the men dragging their cranked engines up and down the long corridor, twisting fiber into cord. He [one of Octavian's teachers] whispered, 'They walk some ten miles a day along this track, half of it backwards. Note that man there. He is perhaps approaching my great antiquity. If he is, let us say, seventy, and has worked here since he was fifteen years of age, drawing rope six days a week, how many miles has he walked?"
I mean, he's taking an issue of social justice and turning it into a word problem!
I had forgotten that it had any funny bits (except for the word 'fundament,' which is funny because I'm twelve):
"Octavian," said my mother, "stop breaking my crayons."
"I'm not breaking," said I. "I'm drawing."
"'Drawing' is not snapping crayons and hurling them across the room."
I said, "It's the volcano Vesuvius in the very height of its eruption. That's how your draw magma."
(Even there, though-- there's this tension between dispassionate observing and passionate living, between Octavian's pique and jealousy and his denial thereof, which echoes everywhere in the novel.)
This is not extremely subtle. It's not anvilicious, but it's all right on the surface. If it were too much subtler--well, there wouldn't be anything to notice. It would just be business as usual.