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2012-03-25 | |
Uezen: A Science Fiction Novel, by Snowdon King was published by Wildside Press from the U.S. The book was translated into English by Peter Iamandi.
"Democles and Zâ€™Davaar, the equivalents of God and the Devil, agree to create the first humans and place them on the planet of Eden. The Edeneans subsequently spread their race throughout the galaxy, but, when their most important sun goes nova, the survivors begin falling ill and dying. In order to prevent their total extinction, they build the Arka and head for the nearest wormhole. But on their way there they have to fight Anuk, who has agreed to obey Zâ€™Davaarâ€™s orders and destroy the other Edeneans, in order to have his lover resurrected. Only Lerman Kruger has the strength to oppose him... A philosophical science fiction adventure that spans the entire galaxy! "
SNOWDON KING â€“ UEZEN AND OTHER STORIES and UEZENâ€™S CONSCIOUSNESS
UEZEN AND OTHER STORIES and UEZENâ€™S CONSCIOUSNESS
Apart from the inevitable â€śarsenalâ€ť (when it comes to authors who want to anchor themselves intensely and laboriously in the creative and imaginative universe of science fiction) of higher physics, electronics, and even sophisticated mathematics (an arsenal well-acquired and, as a rule, carefully systematized on the â€śrackâ€ť of epic construction), we notice not only that the Poet is still there but that he has also amplified his lyrical register almost miraculously and to impressive cosmic-dynamic dimensions.
Indeed, his science fiction novel about Uezen, written in the installment manner (ending with the unavoidable sign of â€¦ the lack of an ending: â€śto be continuedâ€ť â€¦), sounds like a very â€śmodernistâ€ť Bildungsroman through which he builds and follows the evolution of a character of various identity and ontological puzzles, revealed, even after dozens of pages, only to a minimum extent.
In the first book (Uezen and Other Stories â€“ 160 p.) there are only seven chapters about Uezen: 1-Ruth Desert, 2-Karan, 3-Uezen, 4-Urluz, 5-Zetta, 6-Namur and Anuk, 7-The Battle. It is only in the second book (Uezenâ€™s Consciousness â€“ 98 p.) that the author probes, with the skill of a brain surgeon, the characterâ€™s identity, adding eight more chapters (this time using Roman figures to number them): VIII-The Trojan Horse, IX-Terra, X-En passant, XI-Remember, XII- The Tzulu Project, XIII-Uezenâ€™s Consciousness, XIV-Attachments, XV-Dark and Light.
The world in which a few quite well-semanticized, even if not conspicuously individualized, characters (â€¦ we avoid, by using â€śa few,â€ť the â€śmass scenesâ€ť â€¦ warlike robot â€śmassesâ€ť!) is a galactic and, at the same time, transgalactic one, dominated by the spatial substantial DESERT. On the one hand, the DESERT is the metaphor of the word emptied of divine semantics, which takes us to the theme of the STUBBORN QUEST FOR ONTOLOGICAL SEMANTICS. For the Northern Divinity. On the other hand, it is part of a subtle technique meant to focus as much as possible the human waves, and to analyze knowledge and outlooks-mentalities, feelings in evolution. Mentalities, conceptions, and feelings that, for thousands of years now and thousands of years from now have been and will be, essentially, unchanged or, at least, will suffer minimum and formal alterations.
At first, Uezen is a mystery target, placed under Thanatic signs, thus causing a specifically human dynamism (ever since Adamâ€™s Eden!) of the secret voluptuous terror: the more dangers and mysteries, the more intense the cognitive human incitation: â€śWho was Uezen, nobody knew for sure. They were just making wild, bizarre guesses: a creature from Ruth Desert, the guard of a huge treasure of Nedean emeralds, or a spirit that took the shape of the most terrible fears. And all this because they had found thousands of dead treasure hunters, their faces dehydrated and distorted.â€ť
Death does not frighten anyone, on the contrary it incites one to act, it delights one (somehow morbidly but paradoxically with extreme vitalistic results!) and leads, secretly, to the discovery/snatching of Isisâ€™s veils â€¦
It is always northwards, that is the Mystic Place of Divinity, that Lerman (accompanied by Nagur, the sun, and then by Tarek) keeps going in order to find Uezen: â€śYouâ€™re heading North, Lerman.â€ť; â€śYeah, I know, North â€¦ There you go again.â€ť or: â€śHis eyes were focused on the North, always on the Northâ€¦â€ť
We could quite easily identify Odyssey motifs here: instead of the measureless sea â€“ the Nedean Desert, instead of Circe the witch â€“ the â€śPteolean maresâ€ť (the temptations of Matter-Prakrti, the strictly carnal Eros) and the â€śSereneansâ€ť (who grow young/more beautiful while growing old), who are attractive, mystic-cognitive landmarks (like the â€śmermaids,â€ť â€“ but â€śsereneâ€ť in the Divine Message they carry along) on the way to the Origin/Divine Wisdom (from Platoâ€™s SERENE BEAUTY, therefore divine!), to the â€śunderworldâ€ť/Transcendence, etc. Nevertheless, Snowdon King seems to borrow from The Odyssey only the idea of manâ€™s perseverance to look for his own self, as a super individual self. Even love is made to look for the Self â€“ in its transcendence tending, with a mystic stubbornness, to reach Noicaâ€™s Self.
The Poet does not contradict himself in the elegy for Time and Love â€“ past love, for the volitively distant Serenean â€“ Suara (the one who, in fact, after her departure, triggered the SELF QUEST in Lerman-the Man, who secretly yearns for Immortality through Knowledge for him to stay â€śalways handsomeâ€ť/initiated, beyond time, and united, through heart and look, with divinity: â€śDo stop your sandglass, time blinded by forgetfulness / Sand is my heart lost in wondering whispers / I weep / Memories are the path of pain / in the very womb of tranquility the dying love / is born // I shed the shadow that keeps my soul alive / the footsteps lost in the nowhere / I break / Ice is my temple of dreams and thoughts / Pilgrim spirit in the desert winds / to be.â€ť Here the elegiac invocation is exorcizing, like an astral charm.
Lerman, through Verse/Viers, gets rid of the burden of Temptationâ€™s memory. Of the Time-History Event (Goetheâ€™s â€śOh, moment, stop!â€ť becomes here â€śDo stop your sandglass,â€ť and passes into Mythic Time, that of Revelationâ€™s Ecstasy. â€śYouth without old age and life without deathâ€ť â€¦ THIS IS THE â€śTREASUREâ€ť everyone looks for but belonging only to those who assume re-initiation through â€śregressus ad uterumâ€ť â€¦!!!
8 (the number of years Lerman spent with Suara) stands for (and points to and announces!) the infinite: ∞.
The Tarek-Goya couple is only the shadow and confirmation, from the background, of the fairness of the magic and mystic approach of Lerman who keeps dreaming his androgynyzation through Suara â€“ and understands it through Mud.
On his Odyssey way to the transgalactic Ithaca, Lerman meets another mystic form of love, Mud, and a new Gate of Trial, to Initiation (Lermanâ€™s hesitation, at his â€śpleasure,â€ť is the expression of the alienation of the cosmic world, of the continuity in transgalaxies of Kali Yuga), which from the very beginning offers him the choice between Riches (a cognomen for Matter-Prakrti) and Knowledge (a cognomen for Transindividual Self/Spirit-Purusha): â€śIn her left hand the creature was holding a Nedean stone the size of a Kiwa egg and in her right a cup full of green liquid that was bubbling softly.â€ť â€śWhich will you choose? Riches or knowledge?â€ť
Here we should point out the color green common to both the â€śstoneâ€ť and the Grail â€ścup/cup contentâ€ť: a perfidious attempt since both symbols equally point to Life and Lucifer! Knowledge has a double valency, ALWAYS â€¦! But Lucifer is (through mystic spelling) to alchemists â€¦ Christ: â€śLuci+ferrusâ€ť = Light-Maker-Light Springer â€¦ The Cup/Holy Grail means choosing Healing through Re-Initiation in Origin: â€śMud said and handed him the cup. (â€¦) The liquid was burning his guts. The veins swelled and all his senses grew ten times, a hundred times more powerful. The transparent vision of an old man reading a book appeared before him. On the yellowed pages there was a map. At once he recognized the outpost, the Tanor, and near it the former springs...â€ť The Tanor is very likely the â€śAthanorâ€ť â€“ the Alchemic Kiln.
â€śSpringâ€ť of Revelation.
The old man that â€śradiates light,â€ť whom Lerman and Tarek encounter in the Desert, preceded by Mudâ€™s Vision, is in fact (at last!) Uezen. The one who has the â€śontic keys,â€ť the â€ścognitive keys,â€ť and the chance of â€średeeming, of getting rid of the self-deception idolsâ€ť: â€śLerman, Tarek, you must be wondering why I have brought you here. Both of you have been looking for riches and youth but fate has brought you to the place you were meant to come to, here, to me.â€ť (â€¦) â€śYou know very well what you are looking for, only you like deceiving yourselves so muchâ€¦ your happiness does not depend on some stones or years added to your existence. Who are we? Well, that is a long storyâ€¦â€ť
The revelations to the â€śtriangleâ€ť confusedly include both the apprentices and the initiated (Lerman and Tarek, too brutal and hasty to find out â€śanswers/cognitive-ontic initiation, hesitating between the genuine â€śtreasureâ€ť of Knowledge and â€¦ a â€śpitiful lifeâ€ť, and Mud â€“ UEZENâ€™S PARTNER! â€“ therefore one of the Guards of the Mystic Gates!): Eden is only the â€śthird planet from the red star Uraâ€™Hâ€ť (and therefore it does not contain the genuine chance of re-initiation in Origin!); God is only a transitory form to â€śGreat Democles,â€ť the one that gives â€śeternal life;â€ť Arka is only a transitory form â€¦ to another transitory form: the â€śever unstable Megara;â€ť the â€śTzulu merchantsâ€ť are the only ones that know the secret of â€śnavigationâ€ť throughâ€ť wormholesâ€ť (as usual, it does not refer to astronomical physics but to ontic-cognitive-epistemic symbols: the â€śwormholes,â€ť as well as the â€śTzulu merchants,â€ť stand for â€śslyâ€ť primitivism, without any divine brilliance, transactional only, aimed at meeting â€¦ Macedonskiâ€™s â€śNon-divine Mecca,â€ť the Final Objective which is far from being Ontic: Transaction with the falsification/inflation of the Sacred â€¦); Terrans are only transitivities too, intermediary â€ślinksâ€ť on the way to â€śGreat Democlesâ€ť (most likely a contraction by fusion of â€śDamoclesâ€ť/Imminent Danger at every Gate of Initiation, and â€śdemosâ€ť - suggesting that it COULD be anyoneâ€™s initiation â€“ unfortunately, it is not everyone that knows/wants to know and act/re-act according â€¦ â€śto the mystic knowledge/scienceâ€ť!!!), Odyssey symbols of wandering on the way to the Stable Target of Divinity (â€śYou are the creation of the beings of light. You are the continuity of our race. We are what you call â€¦ God. But we are all the creation of great Democles.â€ť).
In our opinion, this novel about the quest of Uezen/the Transcens Self/ the Human Transindividuality (probably the characterâ€™s name is not accidental either: it is the acronym of an interrogation: â€śUnde este Liniştirea/Trezirea/Iluminarea Interioară/ZEN?â€ť)x could have stopped here, or with the â€śProphetâ€™s burial.â€ť Everything, so far, has worked like a brilliant parabiblical parable. Unfortunately, in his restlessness, Snowdon King has the ambition to follow in the footsteps (not always recommendable), letâ€™s say, of H.G. Wells in The War of the Worlds. With H.G. Wells it was a first â€“ the others become, at once, epigones. Pity.
We, at least, do not make too much of all those â€śultraphysicalâ€ť terms from the war/confrontation between the â€śLenureansâ€ť (which reminds one of Steinerâ€™s â€śLemureans,â€ť as a stage in the evolution of the Terrestrial Spirit) and the Vadokareans/Terrans. â€śDeflector shield,â€ť â€śionic cannons,â€ť â€śtelepathic weapons,â€ť â€śvibrating palms,â€ť â€śtopters,â€ť etc., raise our admiration for Snowdon Kingâ€™s science fiction imagination, for his vast knowledge, laboriously acquired, of physics and astrophysics â€“ but they do not add anything to the excitement we have experienced throughout several dozens of extremely â€śdenseâ€ť pages, written with a matchless lyricism, with an impressive insight and a most convincing poetic skill, with the sober use of artistic devices (an extremely beneficial expressive â€śparsimonyâ€ť â€“ therefore the more so mentally and affectively percussive!) â€“ in an epic story, plastic and most eloquent, which melts (by its incandescence of â€ślyrical tellingâ€ť) every trace of indifference and boredom to the idea of â€śbookâ€ť â€“ and becomes, page by page, the very Revelation of the Drama (very close to Tragedy!) of the Adventure-of-Knowing-Man-as-a-Divine-Being â€¦
â€¦ There is only one section, Chapter XIII â€“ Uezenâ€™s Consciousness (from the novel by the same name) that rouses our mental and affective interest, similar to the first part of the novel (the one included in Uezen and Other Stories) â€“ just because the facile epic is beneficially abandoned, again, making room for the meditative. The only shortcoming of the meditative epic in Uezenâ€™s Consciousness is the authorâ€™s too frequent lapse into the didactic-pedagogical-doctoral register (which partially destroys the intellectual â€śfrissonsâ€ť â€“ and totally destroys the affective ones): â€śLight is just a releaser of Democlesâ€™s consciousness. (â€¦) All the secrets of existence hide there, in the depths of your mind. All that you lacked was a click â€¦ You close your eyes, meditate, and they appear in the turn of a hand â€¦ (â€¦) Growing aware of the external reality during the most profound meditation â€¦ itâ€™s only Edeneans that can do that â€¦ (â€¦)â€ť â€śThink of me as of a mind game. A game you completely lacked. (â€¦)â€ť â€śYou passed too quickly through the stages of childhood. (â€¦)â€ť â€śYou can do whatever you can during the Zetta meditation. Itâ€™s even funny, youâ€™ll see â€¦ (â€¦)â€ť â€śYou must believe in yourself and your senses â€¦ you must face the most terrible fears. But weâ€™ll work on that â€¦ (â€¦) This is also something youâ€™ve got to control. (â€¦) Words, thoughts, information travel. Letâ€™s keep the surprise element,â€ť etc.
Snowdon Kingâ€™s prose is fascinating through its almost pathologically beautiful Poetry but â€śthe under age should not read itâ€ť because of its deep and logical melancholy which can shake (and even shatter!) many frail beliefs â€¦!
Grown-ups, however (the VII! â€“ that is those acting in good faith and re-actionary!), had better meditate on it as if it were a new gospel for it is in its exasperations that this lyrical prose hides questions and warnings which are the ONLY ONES that can lead to a redemption of the Human-Divine Spirit â€¦
Professor Adrian Botez, PhD
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