The Flights of Angels


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Alex Thorn                                                                             May 30, 2003

 

            In writing The Flights of Angels, I realized that the story was becoming less an exercise in mimicking Hemingway’s style and much more of my own novel, albeit Hemingway-esque and inspired by his fiction (mostly by Big Two Hearted River and The Sun Also Rises). My goal for the first chapter, in that spirit, was to build a main character, Christopher, that was both A) born out of my own ideas and themes, yet B) appropriate as an example of Hemingway’s “wounded psyche.” In fact, rather than create in Chris a “wounded psyche,” I implanted in him the same things that contribute to Hemingway’s Nick Adams (post-war) and Jake Barnes characters: longing, preoccupation, loneliness and separation, and the traveler’s spirit. At the same time as I tried to emulate Hemingway’s characters’ elements, I tackled his syntax and, of course, his use of personification and objective correlatives. Hemingway used the two to create in inanimate objects not just life and emotion, but meaning and purpose. I also tried to imitate his way of telling the reader the narrator’s observations that are relevant only to either the reader’s experience of the narrator’s psyche, even though his main character is the narrator and therefore there is little exposition. And because so much of what is important in Hemingway’s stories happens in the main characters’ minds, in emulating that style I dealt with the task of idealizing and romanticizing in Chris’ day dreams and thoughts while keeping the melodrama at bay. The nature of the story I have designed and the mind of the Hemingway male – so cerebral, so introverted – made keeping the prose from becoming too lofty and melodramatic very important: it is the hardest part about writing the story thus far. In the first chapter, therefore, I had a lot of difficulty because I wanted to create a character with real personality – enough so that one could read the first chapter and be able to think of Chris and his actions in any other situation – and maintain the story’s homage to Hemingway.

            After studying his writing, primarily Big Two Hearted River and The Sun Also Rises, I became very aware of and empathetic to Hemingway’s actual style: specifically, in his use of literary elements like the objective correlative, his syntax, and his word choice. Thus, most of my conscious emulation has been derivative not of his actual writing style, but more so of his themes and motifs: longing, depression, imagination, the soothing qualities in the infinite (usually nature, although in my story we haven’t gotten to that yet), and the everlasting quest to complete oneself and heal the “wounded psyche.”  

In writing the first paragraph, I sought to create an emotional, human quality to the clothes on the line as the wind blew through them. In Big Two Hearted River: Part 1, Nick Adams’ “legs stretched out in front of him;” (In Our Time, 135) seemingly making the decision to stretch on their own. In that spirit, I tried to give the clothes that quality – that they were actually being held down against their will and that they really longed to fly away on the wind. Yet, in their desperation, they ended up performing a dance for Chris that he loved to watch. At the end of that description, I described the sheet as “taunting the other clothes” to further illustrate how lucky that sheet was for being rescued from the line.

After describing the dance, I jumped at the occasion to show Chris’ preoccupation with reality and his own longing as he says that he “was always at the window and not where [he] really was.” And, just after that declaration, someone knocks on the door and “the dance stopped.” In adding that objective correlative, I attempted to illustrate two things: A) the clothes had stopped moving at the same time the door knocked to show Chris’ annoyance with the disturbance and B) because it is unrealistic to think that at the same time that he was disturbed the wind stopped blowing, perhaps “the dance stopped” because Chris’ imagination created in the normal, uninteresting swaying of the clothes a beautiful dance spawned out of his boredom with his surroundings and his preoccupation with what was outside his window. It was the car ride to Pamplona in The Sun Also Rises and the appreciation and love that Jake and Bill show for their surroundings that inspired me to create for Chris something that goes unappreciated to most but that he loves and enjoys.

The knock on the door proves to be Miss Lilith, the surrogate mother of the orphanage that Chris lives in. In The Sun Also Rises, Brett Ashley dominates Jake’s preoccupations, leading him on and then fooling around with his friends. Because the Hemingway (and Fitzgerald) woman has often been described as “the destroyer of man” or the “bitch goddess,” I felt it quite prudent to assign Chris’ false mother the name Lilith, the mother of demons and the baby-stealer.

When Miss Lilith ordered Chris to go down to dinner, “some books fell off [the] desk.” The idea that there was a stack of books on Chris’ desk and Miss Lilith had the evil power to topple it without even entering the room carried the idea that Chris is living under this woman who is more like a dictator than a mother.

In the same spirit of Hemingway’s love for nature and the natural world, he often described his characters’ actions in a very passive way that truly put their existence into the perspective of a higher and greater world around them that they were only a small part of. As Nick hikes toward the river in Big Two Hearted River: Part 1, rather than saying “he walked over a hill,” Hemingway describes the rise in elevation saying that “the ground rose,” leaving Nick to traverse the earth as it existed and lived, actually rising as if in full, human consciousness. Inspired, I described Chris’ existence very passively alongside the sun’s dominant illumination: “The sun was shining through the window onto the sill where [he] was,” implying that Chris’ existence was completely unrelated to the sun’s lighting of the sill. Literally, Chris could fall out of the window and splatter across the pavement and the sun would still be shining onto the sill.

The rest of the first chapter consists primarily of Chris’ conversation with his friend, Horatio, at dinner. Similar to Horatio’s companionship with Hamlet in Shakespeare’s Hamlet and Robert Cohn’s relationship with Jake in Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises, Horatio appears to be Chris’ good friend. Yet, throughout their conversation, we realize more and more that what the two have is much less of a friendship as it is an acquaintanceship – just as Jake doesn’t “have the time” to talk to Robert when he comes by his office and as Hamlet doesn’t pay any attention to Horatio’s problems or life. Most importantly, Chris tells us that he feels enormous pity for Horatio, who thinks the food they are served is completely adequate and doesn’t understand why Chris would be sick of the orphanage. However, by the time the conversation ends, it becomes apparent that Chris actually pities himself and wishes that he, too, could feel the way Horatio does about the orphanage.

Chris doesn’t know a lot about his past, but he knows that where he is – the orphanage – is not where he is supposed to be. We, as readers, don’t know exactly how Chris knows this or if it is merely a sensation stemming from his lack of parental figures. Yet, his knowledge of the unfairness of where he is living leads him to the preoccupation and longing that Hemingway illustrated so beautifully in Jake Barnes and Nick Adams – his need to get back to the “big two hearted river” in order to get “all the old feeling” (In Our Time, 134). Chris hates TV because of its false appearance of constant perfection, something that he isn’t privileged enough to experience. In the same sense, he envies the sheet and its ability fly away on the wind and to “go home.” And so he will dream in the next chapter about sitting with a perfect family watching TV’s version of time, the Dick Clark New Year’s show.  Essentially, Chris’ preoccupation leads him to his feeling of longing – his need and wish to go himself, possibly on a journey, as did Jake to Pamplona and Nick to the river.

So, when Horatio can’t understand his need to escape all “the bullshit,” Chris tells us that he is “so sad for him.” The saddest part of his exclamation is that we know that what is really sad is that everything feels so wrong for him. It is ironic that Chris says he is so sad for Horatio when, earlier, he claims that “Horatio was one of the lucky ones.” In fact, Chris pities himself and his own feeling that he doesn’t belong: he wishes that he could feel like Horatio about the orphanage but he just can’t. After he declares his sympathy for Horatio, Chris goes out “into the yard” to gaze to the sky – to the heavens – and he wishes he could be part of the “great night out there.” Unfortunately,– and he knows it – Chris cannot be happy in his current situation because of his absolute infatuation and preoccupation with the outside world and the restriction he feels within the confines of his family-less, depressed, orphanage-based life where the only experiences he values are those of the characters in the books he is “a part of.”

It is “pretty to think” that one day Chris may arrive at a place where he achieves the unattainable happiness that he longs for. Alas, his constant yearning and longing to find his own purpose and achieve equilibrium – like Fitzgerald’s Jay Gatsby, Jake, and Nick – will make it impossible for him to achieve his dreams: he will not find a family to watch Dick Clark with, no matter how much he searches or how far he travels. In that spirit, Chris will make his own hajj in which his Mecca and ultimate destination will be his idealistic, romanticized dreams of family and purpose; we will see if he succeeds.

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