Utilitarian Review 11/1/09

Utilitarians Here

The big news this week is that sometime in the next couple of months HU is going to be moving over to TCJ.com. You can find more details at the link…but the short version is that the content will stay the same; only the URL will change.

This week started out with the third part of my discussion of comics, gender, and gayness.

Vom Marlowe expressed her surprised but enthusiastic affection for Marvel Adventures Spider-Man.

I had a more mixed reaction to the Giffen/Hamner revamp of Blue Beetle (check out comments for a dissent from popular and talented artist Gene Ha.

Richard sneered at Strange Tales and Wednesday Comics alike.

I claimed that Andy Helfer’s Malcolm X is better than Crumb’s Kafka.

Kinukitty praised Waning Moon despite the squicky boy in cat ears.

Vom Marlowe explained how librarians have made it easier to find graphic novels.

And finally this week’s music download featuring everyone from Bobby Gentry to Frost Like Ashes is up. If you missed last weeks shoegaze extravaganza, it’s still available here.

We’re getting started a smidge late this week, but tomorrow we’ll begin a roundtable on race in comics, featuring discussions of Marston’s Wonder Woman (of course), Lee/Kirby Fantastic Four, American Born Chinese, and more. The estimable Steven Grant will be guest-blogging as part of the roundtable…so check back throughout the week!

Utilitarians Everywhere

I have an article on Reason about the new movie, Men Who Stare At Goats.

It’s no secret that New Age mumbo-jumbo is the driving force behind every third Hollywood movie, from Field of Dreams to Fight Club to Star Wars. The Men Who Stare At Goats may begin by mocking this impulse, but it’s careful to leave itself an out: In the end, it never firmly declares that Lyn’s powers are bullshit. Indeed, if the movie begins with skepticism enlivened by a cutesy hedge of belief, it ends with full-on gullibility, gilded with an occasional patina of irony. Thus, in the climactic scene, army soldiers inadvertently tripping on LSD wander around harmlessly while guru Bill Django frees captured Iraqis from their torture chambers. As he flings open the door, he triumphantly declares “in the name of the New Earth Army and loving people everywhere, I’m liberating you!”

Again, if the analogy were to work, the freed Iraqis should instantly be shot—possibly by some of those tripping soldiers carrying guns.

My review of the 1950s Bill Monroe boxet from JSP is at Metropulse.

And my review of a 70s kraut novelty record, Dracula’s Music Cabaret is over at Madeloud.

Other Links
In response to my Comics in the Closet series, Gene Phillips makes an entertaining case for the gayness of Captain America.

Steven Grant has a nice discussion of the Comics Journal’s heydey in light of the recent announcement that it is going to a bi-annual format.

Andrew Sullivan has a really lovely piece on race in the U.S. from his British perspective.

Music For Middle-Brow Snobs: Fancy

Some folk, some country, some pop, some other things:

1. Boris — Buzz-in (Smile)
2. Frost Like Ashes — Nightfall’s Cold Kiss (Tophet)
3. Violent Femmes — Sweet Misery Blues (Hallowed Ground)
4. Bobbie Gentry — Fancy (Golden Classics)
5. Sara Evans — Unopened (Three Chords and the Truth)
6. Bobbie Gentry and Glen Campbell — Let It Be Me (Je T’Appartiens) (Golden Classics)
7. Association — Don’t Blame It On Me (And Then Along Comes…)
8. Association — Remember (And Then Along Comes…)
9. Jay Aston — Who Wants to Go to Heaven? (Unpopular Songs)
10. Jesus and Mary Chain — About You (Darklands)
11. Fejat Sejdic — Lost Lamb (Guardian Angel and Lost Lamb)
12. Clouds of Heaven — Ease My Troubled Mind (Saint’s Paradise)
13. Bill Monroe — Prisoner’s Song (JSP 50s boxset)
14. Frank Sinatra — Anything Goes (Songs for Swinging Lovers)
15. Sara Evans —Shame About That (Three Chords and the Truth)
16. Chuck Berry — Little Queenie (Anthology)
17. Bill Monroe — Sally Jo (JSP 50s boxset)

Download Fancy.

And her is last week’s shoegazy download Autocrank if you missed it.

HU Is Moving to TCJ.Com

Gary Groth let the cat out of the bag over at Comic Book Resources, so wanted to mention it to our readers as well. We’re going to be moving the Hooded Utilitarian over to the Comics Journal website as part of TCJ’s expanded web presence. The move should happen sometime in late November I think; details are still a little fuzzy on exact timing, though.

The change in location won’t affect our content at all; TCJ has asked us to go on doing what we’ve been doing…which means, for better or worse, there will be roundtables, guest stars, endless meanderings about Wonder Woman and gender, yaoi reviews, ongoing efforts to find mainstream titles that don’t suck, music downloads no one listens to, and the general scattershot approach to comics (and occasionally other things) you’ve come to expect from us here. The main difference you’ll see is that we’ll be in a different place and there will be some ads — but as far as what we’re nattering on about, the nattering on will be the same.

I’ll provide more details as I get them…but I’m certainly hoping that if you’ve been reading this site you’ll follow us over to our new location in a month or so. In the meantime, we’re here for a bit longer, so don’t change that bookmark just yet.

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Update: For those coming over from Journalista to see what TCJ is getting exactly, you can check out Kinukitty’s latest yaoi column on Tales of the Waning Moon; see why I think Andy Helfer is better than R. Crumb; or check out this week’s race in comics roundtable.

Kafka vs. Malcolm X — Heavyweight Championship!

David Zane Mairowitz and Robert Crumb
Kafka
Fantagraphics
B&W/softcover
176 pages/$14.95

Though they share a superficial interest in the grotesque and neurotic, R. Crumb and Kafka are very different artists. Crumb’s work is confessional, satiric, and expansive — his sexual hang-ups, prejudices, and passing fancies are splashed about with a visceral, muddy abandon. Kafka, on the other hand, is a controlled and understated writer. He meticulously combines this particular mundane detail with that incongruous notion until, in excruciating slow motion, reality crumbles away in dry, granular flakes.

Having Crumb illustrate Kafka’s biography was, therefore, a risky move — and, as it turns out, a disastrous one. Rather than trying to find a way to adapt his style to Kafka’s needs, Crumb simply blasts ahead with his own tropes, turning Kafka’s sly, ambiguous parables into gag-fests, complete with lovingly rendered gore, big-butted Fraulein’s, scrawny protagonists, and ironically retro splash pages.

Not to be left out, writer David Mairowitz also does his bone-headed best to turn his subject into his collaborator. For Mairowitz, Kafka’s life and art must, like Crumbs, be obviously and everywhere intertwined, and if the facts don’t fit, well, to hell with them. Mairowitz is, for example, desperate to link Kafka’s writing with his Judaism, so he sententiously retells that hoary folktale about the Golem — only to end by admitting that there’s no evidence that Kafka even knew the story

Most irritating though, is Mairowitz’s knee-jerk tendency to treat Kafka’s art as a confessional expression of neurotic symptoms, rather than as conscious craft. For example, Mairowitz notes that Kafka did not want an insect pictured on the cover of “Metamorphosis,” the famous novella in which a man turns into a bug. Mairowitz explains this reticence by descending into inane psychobabble, speculating that rejecting the picture was a way for Kafka to mentally“contain…the horror of the transformation” or that it was necessary because “the line between [Kafka’s] feelings about his body in human form and its ‘insecthood’ was not all that clear.” In the first place, what rot. And, in the second, couldn’t we at least consider the possibility that one of the most careful writers in the history of the world made his aesthetic decisions for, y’know, aesthetic reasons?

Don’t get me wrong: I’m sure that the links between Kafka’s Judaism, his psychology, and his art, have been analyzed in many insightful volumes. This just isn’t one of them. If you can’t get enough of Crumb being Crumb, then by all means, pick this up. But if you want to know about Kafka’s life…well, I’d try Wikipedia.

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Andy Helfer and Randy DuBurke
Malcolm X: A Graphic Biography

It’s nice to see a comic that doesn’t fit easily into any of the medium’s established markets. A sober biography of Malcolm X probably won’t leap off the shelves of direct market outlets; nor is it likely to be a big hit with bookstore-frequenting manga fans. Instead, this book seems designed for young readers in some sort of quasi-educational setting; perhaps a public or high-school library?

Be that as it may, writer Andy Helfer has done an admirable job. The mythologizing that often accompanies Malcolm biographies — including the Spike Lee picture and even the Autobiography itself — is absent. Instead, Helfer is careful to stick to the facts where they’re known, and to point out instances where they aren’t. For example, he tells us that Malcolm’s father’s death may have been caused by white people directly — but probably wasn’t. Moreover, Helfer discusses controversial topics (the Nation of Islam’s black supremacist beliefs, for example) without any editorial hand-wringing. He respects Malcolm and his readers enough to let the latter draw their own conclusions.

Helfer’s even-handed treatment does have its downside. There’s little sense of why Malcolm was so inspiring to so many — a problem exacerbated by the fact that (perhaps for copyright reasons?) no extended excerpts from his speeches are provided. Nor do the pictures add much spark; artist Randy DuBurke’s heavily-shadowed style is muddy rather than evocative. In some cases DuBurke seems to be basing his drawings on photos; in others, he merely apes the appearance of old newsprint. In either case, his dull compositions and poor anatomy often border on the ludicrous. In DuBurke’s version of the famous photograph in which Malcolm holds a rifle and stares out a window, the man’s head is too large for his body, making him look like some bizarre puppet.

Still, overall, the text carries the day. Given the current equation of “Muslim” with “intolerance”, I was particularly struck again in this telling by Malcolm’s trip to Mecca, in which his exposure to the egalitarian ideology of Islam leads him to accept that white people are human beings. That the story manages to delicately and thoughtfully raise such issues is a tribute to both Malcolm and Helfer. Even if I’m not sure who this book’s audience is supposed to be, I hope it finds one.

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Both of these reviews first ran in The Comics Journal.

Blue Beetle: Shellshocked

Keith Giffen, John Rogers, Cully Hamner, et. al.
Blue Beetle: Shellshocked
DC Comics
Color, 144 pages
ISBN: 1-4012-0965-3

This latest iteration of Blue Beetle is a riff on the old Lee/Ditko Spider-Man, complete with reluctant high-school protagonist. Since Ditko was involved with the creation of Blue Beetle as well, this borrowing seems appropriate. Moreover, the writing team tweaks the tropes enough to keep things interesting. Jaime (our hero) is a more level-headed, and less despised figure than Peter Parker was. His relationship with his family is more stable, too, and we’re treated to a delightfully natural “coming-out” scene in which Blue Beetle somewhat shame-facedly reveals his secret identity to his parents. At first his Mom is upset; then she takes him to the hospital for X-rays.

The series is full of such nice touches. As you’d expect from a Keith Giffen project, the story-telling is well-paced and the dialogue sparkles. The border barrio setting isn’t entirely convincing, but it’s a nice change from the usual Anglo, big city super-hero world nonetheless. And I also appreciate the creative teams’ refusal to indulge in either good-evil Manicheanism or the ruthless “realism” typical among major titles. Instead, most everyone in Blue Beetle has complex and understandable motivations. The main villain, La Dama, for example, is both a crime lord and Jaime’s friend’s aunt. She’s involved in various shady plots (such as baby-kidnapping), but she loves her niece, and she’d just as soon negotiate with Jaime as attack him.

In fact, nobody in the series seems especially interested in fighting — and as a result the super-battles are peculiarly unmotivated. Almost every clash is the result of misunderstandings, perhaps most preposterously in a cameo by a group of Ents (yes, from Tolkein) who unaccountably believe that Blue Beetle has “wronged the green.” Unfortunately, these half-hearted set-pieces suck up a lot of space. Jaime’s parents are absent from most of the last part of the book, for example, even though they are much more compelling (to me and I believe to the creators) than the obligatory super-heroics.

The real weak point, though, is the art, which is standard-issue mainstream fare — that is, dreadful. Hamner’s drawing is mediocre, his design of the Blue Beetle armor is butt ugly, and his layouts are boring when they’re not an utter mess. To make matters worse, the computer coloring somehow manages to be both garish and muddy. Overall, the visuals have to be endured rather than enjoyed, which makes this a hard comic to recommend, despite the writing’s pleasures.

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This review originally ran in the Comics Journal.

Comics In The Closet, Part 3

Last week I posted a lecture I gave on the importance of, and suppression of, male-male bonding and obsessions in comics. (Part One, Part Two.)

Some interesting comments and criticisms were brought up in the comments to those posts, particularly questions about Freud and why on earth I thought writing about this sort of thing was a good idea. I’m going to try to address some of those questions here. The result is going to be a bit rambling, but hopefully not completely uninteresting. So with that endorsement — off we go.

To do a quick recap of the argument: my basic point was that Western comics are obsessed with male-male relationships and heterosexual identity. That obsession is structured by homosexuality and the closet; maleness is always furtively in danger of splitting into a hypermasculinized overman (and hypermasculinity equates with gay) and into a feminized underman (which again, can be equated with gayness.) The fraught, agonized tension of of male-male desire becomes both the emotive force and the excuse for self-pity, and ultimately for violence, directed at women (who are despicably feminine and constantly interfering in all the male-male bonding) and towards other men (as objects of desire who can only be furtively embraced through physical chastisement.) Homophobia, misogyny, and violence, in other words, are motivated by a crisis in heterosexual male identity — a fear of an inescapable homosexuality, which becomes more inescapable the more (or less) male one becomes. I argued that this dynamic was present in classic super-hero comics like Superman, Batman, and Spider-man, and that it also existed in more well-respected indie comics like Cerebus and Jimmy Corrigan. Finally, I suggested that shojo manga dealt with gayness and emotional bonds in rather different ways. (Many of these ideas are adapted from Eve Sedgwick, who I’ll discuss some in this post as well.)

So that basically bring us up to date. The essay provoked a certain amount of skepticism, most notably from Pallas, a frequent commenter. He eventually asked a series of perceptive questions, among which were these:

What “erotic” means?

Is there such a thing as platonic friendship, or only “erotic” friendship?

Is the appreciation of a parent towards a child inherently “erotic”? (Hey, you brought up the Batman surrogate father examples, not me!)

Is it possible to appreciate aesthetic qualities without that appreciation being “erotic”?

I think, as Pallas suggests, these questions are central to my argument. They’re also, though, rather more broadly important; they’re essentially questions about how human beings interact with each other, whether as lovers or family or political actors.

I do have a couple answers for Pallas, I think. To start at the beginning:

“[Explain] What erotic means.}

I think “erotic” in this context means touched by, or having to do with, desire. So, for example, Clark Kent’s relationship with Superman can be seen as erotic, in that Superman can be seen fairly easily as a power fantasy; Clark desires to be Superman. That’s erotic — and since they’re both men, it can be read as homoerotic (and when I say “can be read” I mean it can be read that way not just by me but by Clark and to some extent by his creators.) Similarly, Lois desires to humiliate Clark — that’s erotic. Superman desires to humiliate Lois — again, that’s erotic — and, obviously, sado-masochistic. Or, as another for instance, Joker desires to destroy Batman; Jimmy Corrigan desires to become powerful like Superman; Cerebus desires to remain continent. Desires are erotic — and desire, in one form or another, exists in all human relationships. Thus, to answer Pallas’ second question, there is no clean “platonic” friendship, because all friendship is involved with desire.

This isn’t an original insight; most obviously, it’s associated with Freud, who argued that all human relationships, even the most sacrosanct (as, for example, those between mother and son) were charged with erotism and desire. He was roundly hooted for being a dirty old quack — and the scientific certainty he brings to his more outlandish theories is, I have to admit, kind of hard to take. When Freud insists “all human beings are bisexual…Psychoanalysis has established this fact as firmly as chemistry has established the presence of oxygen, hydrogen, carbon and other elements in all organic bodies,” it’s hard not to respond with a heartfelt, “You wish psychology was chemistry, Ziggy.”

I think the scientific foderol can obscure the fact, though, that when he argued that desire was central to human existence, Freud wasn’t just making shit up; he was restating a very old truth. Desire is, I think, a fairly good shorthand, secular definition of sin — a fairly important concept before the Enlightenment declared we were all clean, rational, democratic automatons. Freud was a benighted heir of the Enlightenment too, in his own way — thus his insistence that he was doing science instead of theology. But I think there’s a fairly strong argument to be made that he was a theologian in spite of himself; that, in focusing on desire and eroticism, he was simply (or not so simply) reintroducing sin as a motivating force in the affairs (variously defined) of human beings. Freud says this himself, when, for example, he points out that “prohibited impulses are present alike in the criminal and in the avenging community. In this, psycho-analysis is no more than confirming the habitual pronouncements of the pious; we are all miserable sinners.”

In short, the statement “all people are bisexual” is not a scientific truth. But that doesn’t make it false — and, in fact, since desire is part of all human relationships, I, at least, think that the statement “all people are bisexual” is, in fact, true.

So on to Pallas’ next question:

“Is the appreciation of a parent towards a child inherently “erotic”?”

…which lands us neatly in the Oedipal complex. Both Freud and Christianity, I believe, would answer Pallas’ question with an affirmative; the love of parent and child is erotic; it is charged with (selfish) desire, just like every other human relationship since the Fall.

Freud would illustrate this with the Oedipus drama. But comics fans don’t need to go so far afield. Consider, for example, Spider-Man. Peter Parker is, like all super-heroes, surely a power fantasy; he’s a nerdy, nebbishy, feminized nothing who, though the miraculous oral intervention of an insect, is transformed into a paragon of masculinity, able to beat up professional wrestlers and earn money with a single upgraded chromosome. He changes, in short, from pitiful son to masterful father. In doing so, he also, inevitably, kills his own father (“Uncle” Ben)— and all the guilty emoting can’t quite erase the fact that the death of the father is not the end of the fantasy, but a continuation of it. To be a man is not just to have great power, but great responibility (for protecting the womenfolk, among other things); Peter can’t take his father’s place as protector of the weak (i.e., the women) if his father is still there.

(I googled Spider-Man and Oedipal conflict, incidentally,and was kind of startled not to immediately discover, like, 50 people making the same points above. Despite my failed googling, though, I am sure as sure can be that I am Not The First Person to Think of This — it’s pretty blatant after all. I’d imagine it at least occurred to Lee and Ditko themselves, for that matter.)

Or, to put it in less psychoanalytic and more Christian terms — children and parents envy and compete with each other; their love for each other is stained with desire. Even Peter’s noblest impulses (his desire to take responsibility and do good) are in part a selfish desire to be perceived as being as powerful as and as good as his father; to set himself up as an idol and take the place of God. (Probably the basic sin of the super-hero genre in general.)

Another way to look at this dynamic is through the work of Eve Sedgwick. I talked about Sedgwick a good bit in my original posts; she was a feminist and queer theorist, who (like a lot of feminist theorists) took Freud’s scientific/psychological ideas and recast them in a social/cultural context. In comments, Eric B (also known as “my brother”) provided a good summary:

Sedgwick’s point (derived partially from Claude Levi-Strauss’ account of kinship systems) is that we live in a patriarchal culture, where men have the power and are interested in maintaining that power. One of the ways in which this done is in the “trading” of women. Marriage serves a central function in cementing bonds between two families, consolidating patriarchal power, by joining two or more men in “homosocial” bonds. Women traditionally had no power in marriage (obviously this changes post 19th century) and so become “objects of exchange.” So…marriage itself is a weird structure–less about sex than about power and perpetuating bonds between families “ruled” by men. So…women become mediators of “relationships” between men. This reverses some old second-wave feminist accounts of “feminism is the theory, lesbianism is the practice.” Instead, its “patriarchy is the theory, homo- bonds is the practice.” This is how she links homophobia with misogyny. Women are treated as object in this model…but necessary objects. Without marriage (and therefore love and heterosexuality), you have no consolidation of power. Because of this “necessity” (just a structure–no “natural” reason why its necessary other than reproduction, which doesn’t require marriage, just sex)–homophobia develops as a part of patriarchal culture. Once marriage becomes important to power/economic structures, it must be maintained by powers-that-be and one of the ways that happens is a discouragement of same-sex relationships. So…misogyny and homophobia are linked…but they are also linked to homoeroticism (which isn’t always erotic, but often is), since the system requires (yes) the repression of homosexual sex, but also requires close bonds “between men.” It’s convincing to me more because of the links to Levi-Strauss account of kinship…an anthropological theory that is fairly widely accepted as helping to explain various “taboos” against certain kinds of marriage in a variety of different cultures/societies. I think there is some reliance on Freud, but the “repression” is less internal/psychological and more “socially necessary” to perpetuate a certain kind of culture. We don’t repress homosexual desires because of an overactive superego–but because we know society frowns on it and we can be gay-bashed for it, etc.

From Sedgwick’s perspective, then, the Oedipus story, and the Spider-Man origin, can be read (without too much of a shift from Freud’s version) as a fantasy, not about the infant’s love/hatred of his father, but about a man’s love/hatred for patriarchal power. Aunt May ends up as a chit in the power exchange between Uncle Ben and Peter. Peter’s feelings for his father — the patriarchal bonds of affection — are dangerous and inexpressible. Thus, Ben gets put out of the way, so that Peter can express his power fantasies (taking his father’s place in the patriarchy) through the safer medium of loving Aunt May on his dead father’s behalf. (Obviously, Peter isn’t marrying May — though it’s interesting that MJ is introduced to Peter by May. And it’s also interesting how important evil fathers are in those early stories; Norman Osborne, obviously, but also Doc Ock, who engages in an odd courtship with May.)

In any case, the Spider-Man story also shows pretty clearly how the Oedipal conflict, especially as interpreted by Sedgwick, ends up being structured by closeted homosexuality. Peter’s desire, his libido in Freud’s terms, is directed towards male power — the story is a power fantasy. As such, Peter is split in two; on the one hand, he’s the uber-father, with hyper-masculine powers, taking on the patriarchal father. On the other hand, he’s still a weak, helpless kid. This is what Sedgwick means, I think, when she talks about bifurcated identities — masculinity is always split like this, between absolute patriarchal power (which can perhaps be embodied momentarily, but is never absolutely attainable) and the individual self, (which always falls short of patriarchal ideals/responsibility/power.) It’s Spider-Man who takes the place of Uncle Ben…Spider-Man’s who signals that Peter has taken on the power and responsibility of the patriarch, or the father. But though he’s a man, Peter’s still also a frightened child.

So Peter is split. Oedipally, one part of him identifies with the powerless child, one part with the all-powerful (all-responsible) father. That split is charged with homoerotic desire; Peter desires the power of Spider-Man, which is also the power of his father, or of the patriarchy. I think too, contradictorily, Spider-Man desires the powerlessness of (ahem) Peter — the lack of responsibility. The Peter Parker/Spider-Man relationship is homoerotic — it’s about men’s desire for certain kinds of maleness.

At the same time, this relationship (and not coincidentally) is structured around the closet. The closet is about repressing male-male desires; presenting a united patriarchal front of power and responsibility to the world while concealing potentially dangerous emotions. The Spider-Man/Peter relationship is gay, and that gayness — or that feminization — has to be concealed. Spider-Man wears a mask because masculinity has no face; it’s an anonymous power. Beneath that mask is the face of someone who is not a man — a child — but the mask erases the child’s face. To become the patriarch is the desire and also the fear — the strength of the patriarch is also the strength of a monster: Thing, Hulk, Spider. The mingled desire and fear is why these relationships are agonized — to take on great power and great responsibility, you must be split. I discussed this in the context of the Friday the 13th films here.

All of which is to say, you can’t undermine masculinity by cutting it apart, or by pointing out that this or that person doesn’t measure up. Jason isn’t less of a man because he’s actually a child — or rather, he is less of a man, which is what masculinity is all about. Masculinity is always already bifurcated. On the one hand you have the Law — pitiless, perfect, unattainable. On the other hand, you have the implementer of the Law, the person the Law inhabits. That person is inevitably stunted, powerless, pitiful — feminized. The Law uses imperfect bodies, but that doesn’t make it less perfect. On the contrary, it merely emphasizes its disembodied perfection.

Again, you can see this in a Christian context as well — where too, obviously, father-son dynamics are fairly important. In some ways, Christianity is an effort to get out from under the Law; to replace the law with platonic love. Humans aren’t capable of platonic love, though. Instead, such love as humans are capable of (like Peter’s love for his father-figure) leads, via desire, back to a wish for power and thus to the law. That’s why Jesus has some harsh things to say about treating family bonds as more important than salvation, and why, ultimately, you need grace. (It’s interesting in this context that Spider-Man, Superman, et. al. were created by Jewish creators — “with great power comes great responsibility” is not exactly a Christian sentiment.)

Anyway, on to Pallas’ next:

“Is it possible to appreciate aesthetic qualities without that appreciation being “erotic”?”

If “erotic” is seen as meaning “desire”, I think the answer is no. Art is tied up in desire — the desire of the creators and the desire of the audience. This isn’t surpsing, since art is a human product meant to communicate with human beings,

The irony, of course, is that a lot of aesthetic criticism is tied to determining whether a given piece of art is free of desire, or pure, in particular ways. Art that seems clearly intended to make money, for example, is often denigrated as being inauthentic or impure. Similarly, art that caters to observers’ prurient interests (which is clearly erotic, in other words) is often downgraded.

Nonetheless, I don’t see how you separate aesthetics and desire. You identify with a character because you like something about him or her, and affections are (for humans) tied to desire. Even if you’re talking about abstractions, you’re talking about beauty, which is certainly linked to desire. There’s almost always, too, something compulsive about art — collecting, viewing, knowing, discussing — which seems inextricable from the mechanics of desire.

I think to me this is a big part of why art is worthwhile, or interesting. Desire — according to Christianity, according to Buddhism, according to Freud, according to innumerable pop songs — is at the heart of the human experience. If art isn’t erotic — if Spider-Man doesn’t satisfy and address desires — what would be the point, exactly?

Gene Philips correctly points out that there are types of desire other than homosexual or homosocial which can be dealt with through art, and, sure, I don’t have any problem with that (I talk at great length about bondage on this site for instance.) But relationships between men — tinged as all relationships are with desire — seem to me to be especially important, inasmuch as men, even now, play a disproportionate role in running the world.

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Update: More on this topic here.