Reflections on Benjamin Franklin, 2012: Franklin, the Romantic?

Posted by connor on January 18, 2012

Benjamin Franklin’s 306th birthday was yesterday, January 17th.

I’m not an expert on the subject, but, as Walter Isaacson’s essay “What Would Ben Do?” notes, “[Franklin] has been vilified in romantic periods.” The question is how do we separate the spirit and content of romanticism from the momentary tropes of the/any “romantic period.” It its roots, perhaps there is something to this vilification: Franklin was a famed Enlightenment thinker, he tended toward the secular side of the religious spectrum, and he favored egalitarianism and social mobility. The romanticism of the late 1700s and early 1800s, by contrast, typically expressed a sensual engagement to faith, the elevation of emotion, and the nostalgic adoration of antiquity and nature. This oversimplifies, but these are clear points of tension.

Any -ism changes over time, and a lot of that pious yearning and neo-medieval ideations have been easily replaced by everything from Masonic symbolism to trance music. What has remained essential to romantic descendants around the world is the ascendancy of emotion; the idea that the ultimate truths — the most valid and permanent truths — are not those which can be attained by “reason” but which are derived from intuition and feeling. If you consider this superficially, as opposed to Franklin’s empirical and pragmatic approach to science, politics, even daily habits, then yes, there is indeed an opposition.

The problem with such a verdict, even from a historical point-of-view (that doesn’t consider the evolution of romantic tropes) is that it presumes the binary opposition of romanticism to empiricism, of the Romantics to the Enlightenment. Things are seldom that cut-and-dried. Many members of the Enlightenment later embraced romantic concepts, and it was a largely Enlightenment vocabulary that allowed thinkers, writers, and theorists like Immanuel Kant, Victor Hugo, and Jean-Jacques Rousseau to explore key romantic dilemmas. At its most direct and essential, the relationship could be summarized as follows: the human mind and its powers of reason are our most valuable tool to develop an understanding of the universe, but such an approach almost inevitably reveals the insufficiency of the human mind to understand everything. Self-styled “romantics” then took the further step of allowing emotion and intuition to occupy this mysterious, enigmatic place that is impervious to reason. Romanticism might be seen not as a refutation of reason, but as ancillary to it.

Which brings me back to Benjamin Franklin. Allowing that we believe in the contemporary relevance of both romanticism and of Franklin, there is just as much room for their cohabitation today as there was in the 18th century. If a utilitarian, pragmatic outlook — if useful day-to-day strategies — enables us to accomplish the most and the best of what our abilities allow, then we are not diminishing our presence in the world, but enhancing it. If such an approach is opposed to intuition, to the appreciation of the sublime, etc. etc., then yes, it is “unromantic.” But Franklin doesn’t strike one as being emotionally sterile or spiritually uninformed. He clearly embraced the validity of a wide variety of viewpoints, in philosophy, religion, and so forth… doing so is consummately “pragmatic.” If a pragmatic orientation to the world embraces romantic concepts — if it is a strategic orientation to actual problems as opposed to the dogmatic refutation of ideals — then it can be actively romantic. More, if such an orientation allows the accomplishment of great deeds — deeds which require the activation of emotional and intuitive resources — say, participation in the establishment of a new form of government — then it is actively romantic.

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Crystal’s Voyage — Days 4-10

Posted by connor on January 10, 2012
Day 4 (Thu., 1/5): Explored Durand, Michigan
Day 5 (Fri., 1/6): Walked Durand to Kearsley, Michigan
Day 6 (Sat., 1/7): Explored Flint and Kearsley, Michigan
Day 7 (Sun., 1/8): Explored Flint and Kearsley, Michigan
Day 8 (Mon., 1/9): Walked Kearsley to Vassar, Michigan
Day 9 (Tues., 1/10): Walked Vassar to Bay City, Michigan
Stories coming up!
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The Mosquito Song, by M.L. Kennedy

Posted by connor on January 5, 2012

 

There are a lot of nice things I could say about The Mosquito Song, written by fellow-U of Cer and Mathewsnik M.L. Kennedy.  It’s short and fast, which will make it nice for plains and trains and brief reprieves from wrestling a squirming toddler.  It’s cackle-inducingly funny, which is fine if you’re at home and only slightly awkward if you’re at a diner.  While the plot has a few hiccups — the ending seemed abrupt and a little baffling — the unique voice and fast-paced action make such complaints trivial by comparison.  Oh, yes, and the prose manages to be both spare and distinctive, as in that most economical of statements: “I do that thing.”  In the book, this phrase encompasses everything from opening a door to aggravated battery.  Also memorable: “I am too stupid to live.” A peculiar case for a vampire to make.

Ah!  But that’s the most important nice thing I’d like to say about The Mosquito Song.

It rehabilitates vampires.

If you’re anything like me, you grew up thinking vampires were badass.  From the time I read Dracula in 7th grade to the college course I took on “The Slavic Vampire,” I was something of a vampire nut, though I never went full goth over it.  There was no need to.  Vampires are lethal yet romantic, seemingly immortal and yet achingly vulnerable.  Their niche within the pop cultural supernatural is one of pain and paradox and self-conscious limitation.  As such, vampire stories are perfectly suited for the pathos (and bathos) of adolescence and young adulthood.

In the end, two things happened to me (and maybe to you, too).  First, I grew up and all those vampire stories just started looking a little… corny?  Overwrought?  They started to look like the things I disliked about myself as a young adult.  Second, the Twilight books came out, and oh, that hurt. How can a vampire sparkle?  And look like Justin Bieber?  And appeal to the same set of kids who buy Lisa Frank folders at RiteAid?  Gary Oldman’s Dracula was revolting and nauseating but it was Twilight that really made me sick to my stomach.  Vampires: I thought I had lost you forever.

The Mosquito Song or, more specifically, its vampire narrator is a solid antidote to Twilight overkill. The narrator strikes a tone I’ve never heard in a vampire story before. His acerbic, cynical voice is already a reprieve from all that vampiric self-loathing and earnesty… but this vampire is also playful.  He flirts his way across the Midwest, more bemused than outraged by his attackers, cheerfully amoral and yet never atavistic. When this refreshing voice is complemented by Kennedy’s distinctive prose, the end-result is a tongue-in-cheek pulp novella that nods to its debts while moving beyond them. It’ll appeal to readers who’ve outgrown the last pangs of puberty, and is an effective tonic chaser to those Stephanie Meyer wine coolers.

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Crystal’s Voyage — Day 3. Bancroft, Michigan.

Posted by connor on January 4, 2012

Lovely Bancroft, Michigan. (StreetView)

Okay, so my early planning has perhaps left something to be desired.  I was so worried about getting to Folwerville — even though I had a place to crash lined up in Fowlerville — that I neglected to think much about the next day.  I figured I’d just stay at whatever hotel I could find in the next town up.  Well the “next town up” was Bancroft, Michigan, and it really *was* just a speck.  Much moreso than Fowlerville.

Chris made me breakfast and we ended up sitting down to watch Smokey and the Bandit and so I didn’t hit the road until almost 1 PM.  Fowlerville soon gave way to snow-blasted wheat and snow fields.  The wind was sharp, but I’d by-and-large left the hills behind, so I thought I was making good time.  There wasn’t anywhere to rest, but I didn’t really want to stop since I figured the exercise was keeping me warm.  Although I wouldn’t have minded a gas station for a bathroom break in there somewhere… fortunately, I hadn’t hit the coffee too hard that morning.  It felt pretty bitter cold to me (even if it was in the upper teens) but I didn’t really start to get worried until it was getting dark out, and I had no idea how far I was from Bancroft.

I picked up the pace as quickly as I could, but it got dark fast and there weren’t any streetlamps to speak of, just floodlights out on the occasional barn and farmhouse.  This was country.  Then again, it was startling and lovely to see and feel, having those open spaces drop away on either side into a purple empty… and farms stripped bare by the winter just to be replanted in a few months.  I got into Bancroft a little bit after six, and didn’t find much there… no motels, and not really much by way of restaurants or gas stations. The downtown was a strip of five or six buildings, many of them empty and boarded up.

The police let me use their bathroom, though, and told me that the nearest hotel was in the next town up the road, Durand.  When they asked why I was in Bancroft without a car looking for a hotel I told them part of the truth: that I wanted to see the world, so I was walking from my mom’s house in Arkaic to my friend’s house in Kearsley outside of Flint.

“That’s sixty miles!” said one of the officers (I learned his name was Bert).  Actually, it’s more like 65.

They were kind of puzzled that I’d even want to take a trip like this, and especially in the dead of winter, but they were nice about it, and gave me some coffee, and since it was a slow night (I imagine most nights are in Bancroft), Bert offered to drive me to the Quality Inn in Durand.  Hey, I’m not going to be a purist about this… I’ve already walked about 35 miles in two days.  I’ve still got plenty of walking ahead of me.  I said “yes.”

I was happy for that the rest of the night was uneventful.  Durand was only another five or six miles, but it was nice to rest my feet and get in before it was completely late. I checked into the hotel without any trouble, and after thinking for a few minutes about going out to explore Durand, I decided to stay in and order a pizza.  Evidently there’s some cool stuff to see and do in Durand and the last leg of this walk (Durand to Kearsley) is about 25 miles, so I’m going to take tomorrow off and explore around here.  I’ll start up again on Friday, and plan on getting into Kearsley on Friday night. Anyway, I don’t know exactly how much money Dr. Galitz has left me so I’m going to have to be carefully I burn through it if I don’t want to be left in the lurch.  It’s only been two days and I’ve already spent almost a one-fifty, including my supplies.


What is this?

It’s an experiment!

Not too long ago I finished compiling a multiyear project: a list of the places I’d like to live before I die. Now I’m busy here in Flint raising a family, keeping a house, and launching a writing career; there’s no way I’m going to have the chance to visit most of these places. So instead, I’m sending one of my characters on the trek for me. Crystal Galitz was a character from my unfinished novel Urbantasm which I drafted in 1996-1997. I’m still working on Urbantasm sixteen years later, but that can’t stop me from drafting Crystal to explore the world and report her findings. Let it be known that Crystal set out from her childhood home of Arkaic, Michigan on January 2nd, 2012. She’ll share her discoveries and adventures through the power of technology and the magic of imagination. We’ll see what she has to say.

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Wednesday Phenology: 1/4/2012

Posted by connor on January 4, 2012

Things I’ve noticed:

  • Practically the whole block is disposing of their Christmas Trees this week.  We might hang on to ours a while longer, as it is still feeling wet and the Christmas season isn’t over until a week from Sunday.
  • This is the first week where temperatures have really dipped into the teens… so far this has been a relatively weak winter.  Even today, it’s getting above freezing and is supposed to get warmer as the week goes on.  Snowfall has been frequent, if minimal.
  • On the other hand, it’s been less cloudy than I expected.  Lot’s of sunshine during the day, which is nice given the long nights.
  • Mary and I saw a sparrow chirping happily from the rungs of a shopping cart under the awning at Meijers.
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