Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Wednesday #38 - Rebel

This is an essay that I wrote for my AP Literature class:


The Real Rebel
            As the saying goes, “everybody loves a rebel,” and while that could often be the case, Holden Caulfied, from J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye, seems to be the counterexample to that rule, while David, from Gary Ross’s Pleasantville, another rebel from the 1950s, seems to experience the opposite reaction for his rebellious actions.  Why could this be happening?
            One reason for the vastly different reactions for the rebels roots itself in the actions that Holden and David make as rebels; David making a concentrated effort, and Holden just thinking it in his head.  It’s no surprise that people rally behind the ideals that David puts forth for a simple fact: he actually puts forth ideals to rally behind.  Granted, he does not immediately begin spewing inspiring speeches and taking drastic action in order to achieve his goals, but he eventually does something about the problems he sees (or at least, more than just erasing F-you’s off of school walls).  He takes action against that which he is rebelling, which isn’t something that could be said of Holden, who desperately wants to preserve innocence but seems to do nothing about it.  He could have asked Stradlater (a friend from his school) to not go out with a childhood friend of his (Holden’s), but instead he waits to take action against this attack on innocence until after it has happened, or when Holden wants another schoolmate to leave his room, but he can’t do anything past dropping hints about him leaving.  Holden is the worst kind of rebel because he will not do anything to actually rebel. Instead he just thinks about rebelling.  
            Fair warning: pimps are dangerous.  They’re even more dangerous to teenage boys who claim to be the bastions of innocence, and refuse to be cheated out of money.  Holden finds him in this exact situation, when he argues with Maurice the Pimp, who demands that he pay twice the agree price for not having sex with a prostitute.  Holden keeps saying no, and claiming that he paid the correct price, until the argument is settle with fisticuffs (if it could be called that; it was much more of a swift blow to the gut), and Holden is robbed of 5 dollars (which is quite of a sum in the 50s).  Holden tries to be a rebel, and fights for something he seems to believe in, only to be defeated painfully and decisively; a problem that David does not have to confront.  He instead is successful in practically every single venture he attempts, and the crowd loves that.  David can scare off a band of sexually harassing mob members (not the organized crime kind) simply punching one of them in the face, but when Holden punches people in the face, all he gets is an injured hand and a bloody nose.  People like success, and that’s why David is more liked that Holden as a rebel; David wins them all and Holden loses most of them.
            The most key difference, however, between Holden and David as rebels that causes this huge variant in their success and population is rooted in that one thing that makes a rebel: a cause.  It’s mostly because of what Holden fights for and what David fights for that’s responsible for the outcomes of their stories.  David, the traditional rebel (like Luke Skywalker or William Wallace) is one that fights for freedom, change, that which is different or strange, the cause of the common man, the “Good Fight,” while Holden is fighting for almost the opposite reasons.  Instead of fighting to break away from the “ideal” aspects of life in romanticized 1950s America and turn toward more modern practices, Holden maintains as a proponent of stasis and the status quo.  Were Holden to have his way, everything would be like a museum, contained in glass exhibits, unmarred and untouched by the ebbing flow of time, and that desire to stay in the “ideal” American life loses him support, and in that Holden becomes almost a martyr to the reader, because he is obviously estranged from society, evident through his small (and dwindling friend group) and constant state of rejection by others, and he is fighting for innocence, a fleeting ideal. 
            Holden is therefore less popular as a rebel and idealist than David, but only because he has become a rebel in the greatest sense: challenging the view on rebels.  Holden is a rebel for the protection of innocence, not the loss of it like David (just guess what happens at a place called “Lover’s Lane”), and that is outside of the norm for what is expected out of rebels, just like being disliked as a rebel is different from what is typical for story rebels.  Holden is more of a rebel than David, because he’s disliked, because he has an almost absurd ideal, because he lacks success in his endeavors in rebellion, and because he often doesn’t do things to promote innocence.  He is more the rebel because not only is his cause the more noble (for is the protection of the innocent not noble?) and his views more skewed from those considered normal, but because he seems to be a poor rebel.  Is it really rebellious if all that’s done is a template for rebellion?
 Bad Morning, by Langston Hughes
Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!

"Sometimes the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple." - Dr. Seuss

Monday, September 15, 2014

Wednesday #36 -Normal



Normal
             There was once a man who was normal. He was born to normal parents and a normal family. He had normal things during his childhood, such as birthdays, vacations, as well as heartbreaks and troubles throughout his teen years, and he was happy. He faced tyranny from his parents then, and he had normal thoughts about the world, as all teenagers did, but he was happy. He grew up more and went on to do many more normal things, like college, where he studied something normal like business, or engineering, or maybe some kind of normal degree. He made normal friends, did the normal college kid things, and he was happy.
            After college, the man moved some place normal for people fresh out of school, like a big city. He got a normal, simple apartment, and got a normal roommate to split the rent (which was, of course, the average rate for that part of the city). He got himself a normal job, which his normal degree prepared him for, and he was happy. He worked at that job for a good amount of years, five or six, whatever’s normal, until he decided he needed a change, so he packed his bags full of his normal things and moved to a new, normal city, which he liked, and he was happy.
            His new city was full of new wonders and experiences that any person could normally expect when they move to a new city. He met new people, and he met normal people, too. He found love, which is normal, and did normal things with his love, like dinner dates, movies, meeting each other’s parents, and spending time together with their friends. He eventually got married, after dating his love for the normal amount of time before one does such a thing. It was a beautiful ceremony, and it was all perfectly normal, and it made him happy.
            He had children, as is normal, and he had the normal amount of them. He loved them all, as is normal, and he watched them grow up, giving them normal things like birthdays and vacations, and helping them through their heartbreaks and troubles throughout their teen years, which is normal. He felt like a tyrant to them when they were in high school, and he watched them grow up. He sent them to college, as is normal, and despite how much he missed them, he was happy. He grew old, and did normal things with himself and his spouse, until one day she died, in a perfectly normal way. After he managed her affairs, he found that he, too, was dying.
            He sat down one day, very close to the end, and looked back over his life. From the very beginning up until that very day, he looked across his entire life, and he saw that he was happy throughout it.
But it was nothing but normal, and that made him sad.

Peace, my brother, its all we have
For if that shatters
War would ruin us all

Underneath that dam of Hell
We would be swept away
If and when it breaks

We must have peace
Or else all we'll have is
Pieces, my brother, of all we had. 
       
                                "The worst fear of all is the fear of living." -Theodore Roosevelt