Showing posts with label metaphor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphor. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Thoughts on Lafferty's East of Laughter, Part 1 of 2


‘All of you are marooned East of Reality, and you are questing to find your way back to Reality … I myself love to play Quests.’
-R. A. Lafferty, East of Laughter (1987), p. 63

Renewed Mythology for a Diminishing World


R. A. Lafferty’s speculative fiction novel East of Laughter is a ‘Quest for Reality’ by a special group concerned about the un-detailed nature of the modern world, right down its empty-seeming atoms. It is a quest for a new narrative or new metaphor that can give real life and meaning back to the modern world, a world that has lost its mythology and is therefore barely rasping out its existence on a thin gruel of mere ‘facts’. The novel portrays this as an urgent quest because the world is in danger of total unreality—that is, in danger of ending, and, more importantly and most of all, of not beginning again.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Quest for Acceptable World Metaphor

Article from the Wall Street Journal Special Eighth Day Overseas Edition (‘another of the very few papers in the world that actually published an Eighth Day paper’):

“It was once said that with the coming of the World of Computers, the World of Mythology would disappear completely and the World of Fact would have arrived. Was ever any notion more mistaken? The clear fact is that the World of Computers is entirely a world of Metaphor and Mythology. That is the whole purpose of it. We already had the World of Fact. Oh, the poor, dingy, hopeless, small-minded World of Fact! It didn’t deserve much, but it deserved at least to have its nakedness clothed with metaphor and mythology. The World of Computers is bearable. The old World of Fact was ceasing to be.

“Even the Quest for Reality of the talented but diminishing Group of Twelve has now changed (without their knowing it) into the Quest for Acceptable World Metaphor.”


-R. A. Lafferty, East of Laughter (1988), p. 167


'It was all strong talk with the horns and hooves still on it.'
(R. A. Lafferty, The Devil is Dead)