VOLUME VII Main Discussion
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In every volume so far, we've seen the maiden-mother-crone motif appear. In case you hadn't guessed by now, it's important. It's in this volume too, in its way, in plain sight, but hidden, or perhaps even subverted. Do you see it? (Here's a hint: it even overlaps with some other repeated imagery we've seen.)
I liked how Delirum wore down Dream's emo. It is the kind of thing that family can do.
Jon.
Morpheus ends his self-imposed exile of and from his son and his son's exile from being collected by his aunt.
Endings. Not necessarily bad changes, just changes. Maybe unintended and unforseen (by everyone other than Destiny, of course,) but change. The inevitable. Dream becomes a softer being. More tolerant? More flexible? More something. Less rigid.
Considering how Dream chastised Desire about interfering in mortal lives at the end of volume II, it's interesting to see him getting a similar lecture himself. Destruction takes things a step further than Dream did, declaring the Endless to be "repeating motifs," reflections of patterns in the experiences of the living, and in so doing comes wonderfully, perilously close to giving away the game that this is all fiction. Dream, who not infrequently takes refuge in his work when his feelings turn dark, must confront the idea that the responsibilities of his station aren't important after all.
Destruction gets the same sort of glint in his eye that Dream sometimes gets. There's a closeness there.
We've been watching how Dream grows and changes over the course of the past several volumes; in this one, the changes in his character over the centuries are made even more explicit. And yet he denies it, which itself tells us something about him.
And on top of all that, he experiences a further abrupt change—or a deep change becomes abruptly visible—when he has to confront his son. He goes spoggly just at the thought of it, but he does it, and he emerges changed. (The exact nature of that change might have to wait for the next few weeks to reveal itself, though.)
Fun easter egg: the little character Delirium conjures while in Destruction's garden is Cerebus the Aardvark. Gaiman was apparently a fan.
Consider, for instance, how many of Dream's most recent changes stemmed from the trauma of his seventy years imprisoned.
This serves a few purposes. Foremost, especially where nuclear weapons are concerned, it builds an ominous sense of a scale of destruction the page cannot adequately express. (Remember, this comic was written around the end of the Cold War.)
It gives us space to appreciate Destruction as a character. Academically we know what his function is, it's right there in his name. But who we see is an affable man who waxes philosophic, and who held his family together while he was with them. Reconciling those is left as an exercise to the reader.
It also emphasizes Destruction's point about how the Endless help define concepts outside their realms, the way visual art may use negative space to define a shape. We get to see firsthand Destruction engaged in diverse acts of creation. (Along those lines, it's interesting that Destruction chose "hatred" as the antithesis of Desire, as he might as easily have said "contentment.")
Speaking of (lowercase-"d") destruction, Mai Lai is a bit of an odd name for a stripper to choose for herself, innit?
I love that the title of this volume is Brief Lives, and yet it's all about a collection of human (or human-seeming) very very very old beings and declining gods.
Ishtar is the one who haunts me most. Her story, goddess hiding in a cheap lap dance club, is somehow so compelling -- she's compassionate and almost motherly to the other women, she takes her worship where she can, and she doesn't need to ask for more. And I love the way her story is drawn, especially her last dance. (I was surprised to see Desire there, and kept trying to make a plot point of it, then realized: of COURSE Desire would be there! Just like Death attends at every death!) Astarte's final act of self-destruction seems to be her choice *before* some dark force tries to find her out for being connected to Destruction.
And in a way isn't it a sort of union between herself and Destruction, her former lover?
To come back to what you mention @svithrir, Destruction not executing his function in this book, I have to disagree. The construction "accident" at the beginning, the gas explosion, the cigarette fire -- I think these are all Destruction trying to keep anyone from finding him. Or perhaps he laid those traps long ago to guard his trail. They have his fingerprints all over. It's just that he's not there in the moment. The Alderman is smart enough to sense it coming, and escapes into being a Bear. Which is, incidentally, my primary Apocalypse survival plan. Become a bear and chew off my own shadow.
But it is the Astarte - Destruction relationship (that we never get to see) that captures me the most in this volume. I can't imagine the fireworks that must have been involved in a romance like that. Was Pompeii collateral damage? Atlantis?
Destruction is so very likable, the most affable of the Endless except for Death. Funny that Death and Destruction are so kind and empathetic and centered. That's so Gaiman.
Destruction's speech at the end -- and Lucifer's speech in Season of Mists -- I ought to put those on my wall and study them awhile as examples of how to construct the moral theory of a fictional universe (or the real one). Damn you Neil, when you're good you're so good. And those monologues are epic.
More in a bit, I have to go find my favorite dark pub to film a story for the Vol. VIII discussion!
Perhaps he has realized completely the degree to which the Endless are subjects of mortals, not masters, and he sees his own irrelevance. Or perhaps he just dislikes his work and his role and doesn't want to be responsible for it.
So Destruction sees it as liberation, but Dream will probably always see it as irresponsibility and cowardice.
@Marian, you're absolutely right that those deaths (and even Ishtar's self-destruction) were part of Destruction's efforts to prevent anyone from finding him. But those "automatic functions" were set in place long ago; he didn't actively pull the trigger on them. So it hints at the power Destruction wielded when he still held his occupation, but it's still only a hint, and one that puts distance between Destruction and his function. We don't see Destruction as Destruction stoking the fires of London, or drawing down nuclear bombs on an alien world, or we can only imagine what. Meanwhile, we see Destiny obeying his book; Death greeting the dead; Dream shaping nightmares; Desire turning lovers on one another; Despair coercing people through mirrors; Delirium shaping bubbles and conjuring technicolor frogs.
Daniel, I don't think the implication is that Destruction is no longer Destruction. But while embodying that position, he refuses to fulfill its function. He's rather like, say, a mayor who refuses to govern, but who for complicated legal reasons cannot be impeached or otherwise replaced. He's still nominally mayor, but he doesn't perform any mayoral duties. And since he hasn't officially resigned, no one else can step in to perform those duties, either.
To mix and abuse political metaphors, it's almost like he's filibustering destruction.
So yes, he could have stepped in to disable the traps he set in place, but that would mean resuming his function as Destruction. Not to do so is a choice, absolutely… but one he made long ago.
Heh… come to think of it, for all Destruction's talk of change, it seems like the only thing that doesn't change in this volume is Destruction's mind.
I think I wrote this once before and maybe I posted it or took it back. I'm not sure. Reading this volume and absorbing so much of Delirium's stuff, for lack of a better word, has left me spinning a bit. Or maybe it's just spring and e. e. cummings is with us again as the goat-footed little balloon man...
Anyway, what I think I posted before was about I fellow I worked with from 1992-1998/9 (RIP Beau) who often responded with "Hope breeds despair" whenever anyone said he or she hoped for something or that something particular would happen. Hope is a form of desire and so, if we start changing these things to proper names we get Desire breeds Despair from Beau's maxim. From Gaiman we get that they are twins, not one parent to the other, and I would suggest that Desire is the (slightly) older of the two.
Delirium is something else and I'd love to hear the story of how she went from Delight to Delirium. According to Freud, man and dogs have a limitless capacity for pleasure, even to the point of pleasuring themselves to pain, disfigurement or death (as in Ishtar's last dance.) Perhaps too much Delight can lead to Delirium?
Here are my thoughts. We can expect the three-in-one to play a role in volume IX, at least, based on its title. (N.B., from volume II: "Be satisfied with the trinity you have. F'r example, you wouldn't want to meet us as the Kindly Ones.") Well, this volume presumably sets the stage for it. Consider what Desire had to say in the Emperor Norton story: "I'll make him spill family blood; I'll bring the Kindly Ones down on his blasted head…" Dream has now spilled family blood. He ended his son's life.
So the maiden-mother-crone motif is conspicuously absent from this volume, perhaps to build anticipation for the Kindly Ones. But it isn't forgotten entirely.
"Brief Lives" is bookended by their spear counterparts: the grandson; his father Kris; and Andros, whose name even means "man." They acts as caretakers to Orpheus. Read into that what you will.
As for imagery, the wordless penultimate panel—of Andros handing the linen-wrapped bundle to his grandson—reminds me of nothing so much as the handing of the glass heart.
1) The reception room when Dream and Del are waiting for Pharamond. The standard receptionist tactic is to tell you person is not in (when they are). Dream tells the receptionist we will wait here for however long it takes. The receptionist doing her best to cope with the frog situation. (Awesome!)
I can think of alternates.
1) Orpheus is not the son of Morpheus. Morpheus was just his adopted father.
Marian, I wonder if Ishtar's last dance was because she made a choice on her own to die or because of one of Destruction's traps catching up to her and she just rode it. But it made me feel sad that these incarnations of Love & Destruction could not find a creative way to keep their relationship afloat even with his job problems and the family related problems. You make a great point about her doing what she did to somehow connect to her former lover.
I did like how Desire showed up at various story thread ends to voice this was not what she wanted.
After having made the jump that something Dream did really put a wrinkle in Destruction's life,
it occurred to me that one possibility that could have happened is if Ishtar and Destruction had been an item
Astarte: We need to talk.
Destruction: Sure, my pet. What's up?
Astarte: Why didn't you invite me to the wedding?
Destruction: Because he asked me for help in getting to the Underworld.
Destruction: I really am not prepared for an essay question. Can you give me 5 or 6 multiple choice examples to pick from so I can just check the boxes that apply to me?
Destruction: Technically, only 1 of them is dead. The other is a living disembodied head.
Destruction: Yes. I do. But it's complicated. It's family business. And it's my job.
The statue that Destruction carved, in the moonlight looked female. I like to think that it was Destruction's best effort of a remembrance of Astarte. A bit tragically romantic that each still held memories of the other. But this is all weak links and only vaguely inferred.
http://fairytalesoftheworld.com/quick-reads/ishtars-journey-into-the-underworld/
I did not connect the dots to realize that this Ishtar / Astarte was the same entity who appears in the "Epic of Gilgamesh".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_of_Gilgamesh
I think it is absolutely totally fair and fun to look for those connections and imagine more about the relationship between Destruction and his girlfriend, @reo, while acknowledging (as you did) that it's our speculation. I have a lot of fun wondering what more there was to their relationship, and I'm sure if the author wanted us to have more concrete ideas about it, he wouldn't have left so much scope for the imagination.
I wonder what Sandman covers would have looked like if they were not done by McKean. Super sexualized Death and Nada and Rose and Barbie and Lyta and so on kind of grosses me out. (Although more cool Morpheus illustrations -- anytime. He's so visually compelling.)
These days too many books have sexy smart-looking covers with no picture of the protagonist at all, and I have often been fooled into buying a dumb book because the cover looks "smart." Boo.
This, by the way, was my favorite volume. I'm not normally a fan of whimsical portrayals of mental illness (oh, look! She's having a manic episode! She how she twirls!), but I love Gaiman's depiction of Delirium. Yes, she's adorable and childlike and quirky, but she's also sad and dark and troubled and occasionally brutal. And Dream's relationship with her is true to what it's like having a loved one with mental illness -- sometimes he's annoyed and sometimes he's fed up and cruel, but sometimes she breaks his heart & he'll do what he can to ease her journey.
The art of this volume had a ton of details that I just keep discovering when I reread. Like how Delirium's appearance changes, when she tells Destruction about their voyage to him, to reflect the appearance she'd adopted at each point in the story. And how the statues of the Endless in Destiny's garden change to reflect their state of mind at the time. And I loved that all labyrinths lead to Destiny.
I am still trying to get my mind around the fact that Despair *became* Despair, because how was Despair V.1.0 destroyed, and what was Despair V.2.0 before she was Despair? Since *this* Despair is Desire's twin, I wonder if Desire split him/herself to fill the void?
Here's a hangup of mine that still cracks me up. It bugs me no end that Destruction gives Barnabas chocolate. Chocolate can be poisonous to dogs! Every time I read it, I get mad all over again. So, yes, I can buy into a universe where there are seven Endless who've existed since time began, where Destruction has fled to a remote Greek island with his talking dog and he can only be found by Dream visiting his disembodied head of a son on a nearby island, but have Destruction feed his talking dog chocolate and YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR.
Jillybob, that's wonderful, I hadn't thought of it but -- there is mental illness in my family, and you're right, Dream and Delirium really express what it's like to live with and love someone mentally ill.
And I think how seldom I have seen that relationship established in a way that isn't overly dramatized or tragic. For so many of us it's just everyday, and it can't be scary or horrifying, because the one we love isn't scary or horrifying. It's just them, and we love them the way they are.
But that doesn't mean they never disturb us.
It makes me think back to one of the things I liked about 'Love, Actually' (((LOVE ACTUALLY SPOILERS FOLLOW)))(BET YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT) because the moment that film felt real for me -- not just like wish-fulfillment -- was when the Laura Linney character gives up a night with her crush to go be with her brother. And all the romantic stuff seemed like fluff in comparison, because that was love, actually. Family. And total acceptance of family, and bearing a difficult role in family because of love.
I guess things might work differently in a fictional universe with faeries and gods and the Endless, but still. It's weird to dwell on in that case.
Unless, of course, Destruction is referring to our capacity to wield it, and to what ends. In some sense, a hammer is only as reliable as the hand that holds it. Hoom.
Reading this book really showed me that I'm interested mainly in the plot aspects of Sandman, and much less in the purely storytelling parts of it. The World's End volume, and Fables/Reflections didn't do much for me because I like reading about the stories of the Endless much more than random stories. Yes, they do intertwine eventually in some ways, but I keep looking for the overall arc and often times there isn't anything there. I guess that's just my personality - it'd be easier for me if each standalone story basically was labeled as such: this doesn't connect to anything, it's just a vignette. Enjoy it as such. And I can, once I think of it that way.
As someone who hasn't, at least as of yet, had the fairy-tale romantic love story ending, a lot of the comments about the above and unattractive or unconventionally attractive people hit close to home. At least in these stories, there isn't always a happy ending.
two reasons I haven't given up on it though. One is that it'd likely be sour grapes, where I'm rejecting the goal because I haven't gotten there. Two is that if I give up, the universe wins. and it's going to have to kill me for that to happen. Which it will eventually, but I'm not going without a fight.
Someday I might decide the goal isn't worth having. But I want to prove it to myself instead of just being on the outside looking in all the time. Whether or not that happens... Who can say?
I feel like I have a volume or two inside the library of unwritten books. Probably interlaced with a lot of Dream, Desire, Despair, and Delirium. Though I like to believe that everyone is influenced by all of those, just at different frequencies and amounts.
Anyway. Done rambling for now.
That's it exactly.
Also -- a tool for what? For making decisions? For building civilizations? Or for knowing oneself and the nature of the universe, for becoming who you want to be?
For the former I would agree, reason simply IS a better tool (depending on how well we wield it). But to understand self, other people, emotion, love, the brevity of existence -- I think putting it about on par with instinct, myth, and dream (story!) is just about right.
"I suspect Gaiman doesn't answer these sorts of questions of how exactly the Endless work because he's not interested in them -- they aren't important to the stories he wants to tell."
That is one of the best summaries so far of the little inconsistencies we can squabble about in the books -- I'm happy you gave me that sentence to help understand them. There's a little bit of the Artist's Privilege to mess with things, not explain things, and be inconsistent, yet still deliver a great story by pursuing the parts s/he cares about and not worrying so hard about the exact mechanics.
Not to say that mechanics and proofing for consistency are unimportant -- Gaiman does that so much in other respects that it makes the questions like the one you brought up feel more like a mystery. It seems to me the Endless have quite a lot of mysteries and that we only get to peek into a few of them. So that's OK with me.
I like mystery.