Three Perspectives of a Film
Most of the commentary on Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke's
film, 2001: A Space Odyssey, has concentrated on the second half of the
title, and consequently on the way in which astronaut Dave Bowman's journey
takes him to the infinite -- from here to there. But the film presents us,
as its full title indicates, with a journey which is temporal as well as
spatial. The first half of the title -- and the part given most stress by
the graphics associated with the film -- emphasizes the temporal nature of
Bowman's odyssey, and consequently the way it takes him to the eternal -- from
now to then.
Indeed, the choice of date strikes me as one of the most
intriguing things about the movie. With its connotations of a new start
(...0001) built on past millennia (2000...), it recalls many theories of
the cyclical nature of universal history. For me, it has been
illuminating in particular to consider this element of the film against
the background of William Butler Yeats' stress on 2,000 year cycles, at
the end of which we have a birth and a take-over by a new god. Any
student of Yeats, certainly, is not going to pass lightly over the crucial
significance of the year 2001, of all possible dates. It seems especially
enlightening to compare what Kubrick and Clarke are attempting in 2001
with what Yeats is attempting in such a poem as "Sailing to Byzantium."
I need hardly mention that my point is not that Kubrick, say,
necessarily knows Yeats' poem, or that Yeats composed it after a vision-preview
of the movie in 1926. Rather, the approach and goals of the two
visionary and metaphysical works seem to me strikingly similar and
mutually illuminating.
In "Sailing to Byzantium," of course, Yeats is concerned with
what faces each individual soul as it tries to turn from our sensual and
physical world -- "that country," as Yeats calls it -- to the next world, the
world of the spirit and eternity, symbolized by the holy city of Byzantium.
In his quest, he beseeches the aid of the "sages" in "God's holy fire,"
asking them to "come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre" -- that is, to
leave their condition of eternity for the mid-realm of the gyre, so that
they may teach him how to be gathered "into the artifice of eternity."
The key to apprehending 2001 is the initial realization that -- in
this film about what is past, or passing, or to come -- when Dave Bowman
goes on his odyssey to outer (and inner) space, he is on precisely the
same sort of journey that Yeats is making when he sails to Byzantium;
only in Bowman's case it cannot be called a conscious quest as such,
since initially he is not aware of the full significance of his "mission."
But we are: we have been clued in by the appearance of the artifice of
eternity -- the monolith of the opening sections of the film. By the time
we see Dave on his unwitting quest for it, we realize that it has awaited
him, patiently, three or four million years, a monument of unaging intellect.
Unfortunately, Dave encounters obstacles on his pilgrimage: the
most formidable is that monument of its own magnificence, Hal, the computer.
But our pilgrim triumphs over that obstacle and finally goes through to,
as the words on the screen inform us, "Jupiter -- and Beyond -- the Infinite."
Clearly, when you go to the Infinite, what you are doing is, in Yeats'
terms, going out of nature. And once out of nature, Dave goes through a
prolonged and intense psychedelic experience, in order to be taken out of
our world into the other. In Clarke's novel based on the film, we are
told that Dave is here going through "some kind of cosmic switching device,
routing the traffic of the stars through unimaginable dimensions of space
and time." The movie itself exposes us to varied and extreme visual
and aural phenomena, designed to make it perfectly clear to any observer
that what Dave is doing is perning in a gyre -- and finally coming through
God's holy fire.
By the time the extraterrestrial sages get him through, he is an
aged man, and we are presented with the most perplexing sequence in this
challenging film. We encounter Dave, in a French Provincial room,
considerably aged since we last saw him. Moreover, he is not getting any
younger, so pretty soon we see him as a tattered coat upon a stick, a
mere paltry thing, a dying animal. But we must realize that that does not
matter -- that, indeed, his soul should clap its hand and sing, and louder
sing for every tatter in his mortal dress. For Dave is to have his bodily
form changed -- and he is no more likely than Yeats to have it transformed
into any natural thing.
He has been gathered into eternity, and that is no country for
old men. So his bodily form is changed into that of a child. But a
god-child: the new god coming in the magnus annus, the Great Year 2001 --
the beginning of the new 2000 year cycle. Or, at least, he is a
supernatural, anti-natural child: what the sequel to Yeats' poem
"Byzantium" will hail as "the superhuman."
The glory that was Greece reached its pinnacle in marble, so when you want
to see it at its most glorious, you go to the Louvre, for the Venus di Milo
and the Victory of Samothrace. And what do you see? Venus has no arms,
Victory has no head.
The viewer has to complete the figure, and if your imagination is what it
should be, you may produce something finer in your mind than any sculptor
could have chiseled into stone. Absolute perfection is not within human
reach; being imperfect, these statues are perfect.
They were not, of course, so designed: their fate perfected them. Few
artists are as lucky as to have head or hands knocked off their works in
just the right way. They have to leave room for imaginative completion
intentionally. They have to build ambiguity into their design.
Yeats' poem "Sailing to Byzantium" and the Clarke/Kubrick film2001: A
Space Odyssey are such works. Professor Beja has shown us their kinship in
a lithe and lean paper in the last issue of this journal. His reasoning is
as enchanting as it is convincing on internal evidence. That he sought to
underpin it with something like a numerological proof was gratuitous.
Similar lines of thought could undoubtedly be spun from any date that
Kubrick and Clarke might have chosen. To interpret the date 2001
differently is equally easy. It being but one step from the sublime to the
ridiculous, let me demonstrate how simple a step it is:
Factorize the date. You get this equation: 2001 = 3 x 23 x 29. If you
don't believe this to be a true equation, recompute it: if you can't, ask
your friendly neighborhood computer. Now the significance of the three
prime factors:
Three has been a sacred number for so long that nobody remembers or cares
any more, how it got that way. 23 = 12 +11, the number of the apostles
plus the number of the apostles who remained faithful. 29 is a number of
such awesome sacred secret power that even the numerologists don't know.
If you like the search for the meaning of God better than the search for
the meaning of numbers, here is another tack: in Citadelle, Antoine de
Saint-Exupery relates a (perhaps fictitious) dream:
Undaunted, I climbed toward God, to ask him the reason of things...But on
the summit of the mountain all I found was a heavy block of black granite --
which was God...Lord, I said, teach me...but the block of granite, dripping
with a luminous rain, remained, for me, impenetrable...
Citadelle was published (in French) in 1948, four years after its author
was lost in action. Clarke's short story The Sentinel -- the gem of 2001
-- was copyrighted in 1951. It is not impossible that Clarke could have
known Citadelle, but -- as Beja has shown -- it does not matter. The kinship
is strikingly there. Does it follow that the slab in 2001 is God, and that
this is the explanation of the film?
Where a work of art has the requisite ambiguity, it is almost easier to
interpret it than not to interpret it. These interpretations proliferate.
If one of them is as good as the other, shouldn?t we wonder whether any of
them is any good?
The problem how to validate our interpretations is so vast and difficult
that it would be presumptuous of me even to suggest any solutions: but I do
think it is time that we seriously address ourselves to it.
While Morris Beja's general interpretation and conclusions are hardly
arguable, his methods of arriving at them, and the actual relevance of the
Yeats poem are highly questionable. "Any student of Yeats," says Beja,
"...is not going to pass lightly over the crucial significance of the year
2001, of all possible dates." The "crucial significance" of 2001 is that it
has long been one of several traditional dates (1999 and 2000 are others)
favored by sf writers dealing with the semi-distant future. And more
important than "Yeats' stress on 2000 year cycles" is the significance
attached to the termination of any millennium by the multifarious
prophets preceding the temporal juncture. Yeats is hardly the first mystic
to predict the arrival of a god (or the end of the finite world) at the
onset of a new (or the culmination of an old) millennium.
Beja disclaims all intentions of demonstrating some clear-cut literary
influence of this esoteric poet on either Kubrick or Clarke, yet he insists
that the "key to...2001 is...that...Bowman goes on...precisely the same
sort of journey" as that described by Yeats in "Sailing to Byzantium." It
is an odd key indeed that manifests a perfect fit through coindence only.
Yet...
Beja fails to establish that the two "metaphysical works" in question are
"strikingly similar and mutually illuminating"; they are no more so than
most randomly-matched pairs of millennial forebodings (mystic or
otherwise). (Plank politely hints as much in the last lines of his own
brief rejoinder in the following issue.) That Dave's hypercosmic journey
equals "perning in a gyre -- and finally coming through God's holy fire,"
apropos of Yeats, is far from being "perfectly clear to any observer," if
only because the poet's terminology, via Beja, does not correspond at all
with the imagery, either metaphysical or literal, in this final portion of
the film.
In his two encounters with specifics of the film itself (aside from the
title), Beja errs twice. The first error is relatively minor and the
result of an excusable ignorance of art history: the furnishings of the
green bedroom are not French Provincial, but mostly Louis Seize, the
outstanding exception to the period style being the modern, unadorned
king-size bed upon which Bowman gasps his last.
Beja's second error of observation is more fundamental, but he compounds it
with a very convenient misapprehension -- and, thereby, spuriously rectifies
his ultimate conclusion. In his analysis, the last sub-title reads,
"Jupiter -- and Beyond -- the Infinite"; in other words, what lies beyond
Jupiter, for Dave, is the Infinite. Sound reasonable? Yes, but it isn't
really, for the sub-title actually reads, "Jupiter and Beyond the
Infinite." (My italics). There are great, glowing magnitudes of
difference between these two captions! Nevertheless, Beja surmises that
Bowman travels "out of our world [and] into the other" -- i.e., outside the
normal confines of our Universe and its Space/Time Continuum; beyond the
usual matrix of matter and energy, into another plane of existence. His
basic assumption is that "Clearly, when you go to the Infinite, what you
are doing is, in Yeats' terms, going out of nature." Well, I cannot speak
for Yeats, but in terms of present cosmological theory, one needn't
necessarily search for Infinity outside the Universe; Infinity may be right
at home, so to speak, as a function of the space/time we ordinarily
experience. (Another theory describes the possibility of a finite
Continuum, but most sf stories equate the dimensions of Time and Space with
Infinity). Obviously, however, to go "beyond the Infinite" would
definitely require transcendence of the normal physical framework; and thus
Beja derives the correct conclusion from faulty observation and assumption.
Some of Robert Plank's interpretive suggestions would be intolerable, were
they not offered in an effort to ridicule all such extraneous
interpretation. His introductory remarks involving aesthetics must
displease the sincere artist. If the viewer of Venus di Milo may truly
imagine more beautiful limbs than those it originally possessed, a probable
explanation is that ideals of feminine loveliness have changed somewhat
since 150 B.C. (Or perhaps that the Venus is not a particularly enchanting
example of Hellenistic sculpture). Although the greatest present appeal of
the Nike lies in her enveloping drapery, which describes in stone the
exciting, turbulent flow of wind about her figure, no historian or critic
of art, nor any real artist, would suggest the foul notion that this statue
was less a work of art before being damaged. To contend that accidents of
deletion perfected the Victory denies the competence (and evident genius)
of the artist who designed and created her; such a thought is the
expression of an absolute philistine -- the iconoclasm of Dada and
Surrealism notwithstanding. I categorically reject Plank's assertion that
any viewer with an adequate power of imagination "may produce something
finer" in his mind "than any sculptor could have chiseled in stone." Being
a graphic artist myself, I know something of the problems and process
involved in such creation; rest assured that even a well-developed
imagination is more slippery and insubstantial than Plank would have it.
The question of the relative merits of the actual head of Nike nand that
imagined by Plank is, of course, absurdly moot: the original cannot be
recovered, and Plank, I presume, cannot show us his version.
The permissible extent of intentional ambiguity -- the whole point of
Plank's facetiousness regarding Classical statuary -- is a highly subjective
area of debate, as witness Joanna Russ's seemingly opposite view.[1] Where must specific and literal exposition and
description necessarily end? This self-query applies especially in the
realm of sf writing: in a short story there is often not room to explain in
detail all aspects of the author's marvelous inventions. Occasionally, apt
naming must suffice. Nevertheless, I am not positive that Plank's
acceptable ambiguity is consonant with mine.
The similarities between de Saint-Exupery's Citadelle and Clarke's "The
Sentinel" are interesting, but the correspondence is too slight for
Citadelle to be relevant to the later story. The Sentinel, after all, is a
translucent pyramid, and even the titles are closer in sound than in
meaning. The black monoliths of the film are not so much symbols of
specific content as agents of specific involvement, and they suggest
many more entities of myth than they represent. As Richard Hodgens, for
one, has observed, "This is art, not allegory."[2]
After demonstrating that Clarke could have read Citadelle before writing
"The Sentinel," Plank offers the contingent, theoretical question, "Does it
follow that the slab in 2001 is God?" Because he never establishes any
probability that Clarke knew Citadelle, and even dismisses the importance
of such prior knowledge, the obvious answer is, "No, of course it does not
follow -- not from the story Citadelle." Nor does it necessarily follow,
from any source, that only one slab exists -- a pet notion of the
literati. Whether or not the first monolith (or its later
manifestations/cousins) is God depends almost entirely on how the Deity is
defined. In a certain functional sense, the monolith acts as "God": it
seems to strike the first spark of higher intelligence that separates Man
from Beast; thus the Monolith may be said to "create" Man. And a literally
vital idea is triggered (or imparted) by the monolith; the latter,
therefore, is also saviour.
Of course, the monoliths are really minions of a collective High Power, one
that apparently embodies both the omnipotence and omniscience ascribed to
God in the modern Judeo-Christian conception. Yet neither the slabs nor
the Master Intelligence are implicated in the Origin of the Universe when
the Supreme Power displays the process to Bowman, during the so-called
"psychedelic trip." The Creation is presented in two brief, successive
shots: the first is often mistaken for a globular star-cluster hurtling at
the viewer; the other is commonly interpreted, less understandably, as a
spiral galaxy. Actually, these shots comprise a concise visualization of
the "Big Bang" theory: the first illustrates the explosive disruption of
the primal "cosmic egg" into myriad, glowing spherules; the other depicts
the random whorls of proto-galaxies coalescing within a vast, amoeboid
nebula (a later stage, presumably, of one of the incadescent ejecta in the
first scene).
So God-the-Primogenitor is not a part of the fictional scheme of 2001 --
though all devout Christians would surely belabor the significance of the
Cross over Jupiter and the many trinities scattered throughout the film.
They would discount, of course, the possibility that those signs are
included expressly to elicit such reflexive inferences (and to curry the
favor of the Church -- not the only group Kubrick attempts to placate with
the multiplex freight carried by the film's imagery and story-line. But
that's another story in itself).
[1] Joanna Russ, "Dream Literature and Science
Fiction," [2] Richard Hodgens, "Notes on 2001: A Space
Odyssey," Trumpet #9 (1969), p. 37.
Excerpted from SF: The Other Side of Realism, Thomas D.
Clareson, Editor
(Bowling Green University/Popular Press), pp. 263-271
Copyright ©1971, All Rights Reserved
2001: Odyssey to Byzantium
by Morris Beja
From the journal Extrapolation 10 (December 1968), pp. 67-68
1001 Interpretations of 2001
by Robert Plank
From the journal Extrapolation 11 (December 1969), pp. 23-24
...Obstine, je montais vers Dieu pour lui demander la raison des
choses...Mais au sommet de la montagne je ne decouvris qu'un bloc pesant de
granit noir-lequel etait Dieu...Seigneur, lui dis-je, instruisez-moi...Mais
le bloc de granit ruisselant d'une pluie luisante me demeurait
impenetrable...
The Academic Overkill of 2001
by Alex Eistenstein
Notes:
Extrapolation 11 (December,1969), 6-14.