Donnerstag, 24. November 2016

Who was I when I lived in „Austen“?



There are two things I won’t do. I won’t publish another episode of “Suwa” because I don’t think I will use any of it. And I won’t write another blog on “Hannibal”. At least not right now. I just reached a new level of “reading” watching season two and season three, episode 1-7 in a row. And it still makes me happy, especially because Halloween won’t be over until after Christmas – or at least not until the new season of “House of Cards” will be available on dvd. I had a particularly satisfying Halloween with the whole family on Lago Maggiore where we “retrieved” a local tale about the devil that led to a devil-drawing contest. Afterwards the children got a genuinely scary make-up by their elder cousin and chased one another around the church. When I asked the five-year-old what they were playing he explained enthusiastically that he just had half his brain removed by his elder siblings. So much about horror and children. It must be in our genes …

Anyway, “Hannibal” remains fascinating as the “landscape” keeps shifting. This time it was definitely shifting towards Will Graham, and I think it was high time that it did. And not only because it is where things happen. I still don’t really like Hugh Dancy as an actor but I slowly came to appreciate the hard work. Most of what Will Graham is about is virtually impossible to act. And because of this there are these parts attached to his character which I think are the least satisfying – to play and to watch, namely his weird dreams and fantasies. But we have to read them nonetheless because we want to find out what is going on inside his head.

And following Will Graham closely took me off Hannibal. At least I realized how little I actually like about him. Not even any of his many impressive achievements really impressed me. The first thing I noticed was that he could never have lured me with his elaborate meals because I know that I don’t appreciate five-star cuisine. Seeing something on a plate that looks like a sculpture or a painting immediately makes my appetite go away. I literally don’t taste it. I suppose that, because my main concern about food is its taste and if it is good for me – not one of the many ethical and aesthetical categories attached to it by our culture – and you can’t SEE what it tastes like, a lot of the chunky bits the series prepares for us were easy to swallow. I mean, I probably could imagine circumstances where I might eat whale meat, or snails, or even human organs, but none where I would enjoy food that looks like anything but food. And in the same way I have no real respect for the culture of cooking I probably have very little respect for art as such. I mean, for art BECAUSE it is art. I already noticed that I was amused and thrilled by the Blake painting being eaten – not scandalized. And, thinking about this, I learned why I have never been impressed or attracted by this type of a “Renaissance man” – who appropriates every bit of culture and skills he can. Maybe because I was never impressed by people who fetishize culture and art in that way I was able to see why they are actually doing this. Usually they are wearing it as a suit – or armour – to impress other people, and to be impressed with themselves, of course, thinking that they are somehow “better” than the “mob”. So, maybe more often than we are aware of, it is actually ABOUT POWER. In fact, not only sex is about power, or certainly can be. (There is very little of this kind of violence in the series, and where there was in the book they even took it out. Which I think was a good intuition.) Even what is going on in the kitchen may be about power. At least it is for Hannibal. Exercising power is ALWAYS the end product of what he does. It might be hard to prove where playing the harpsichord is concerned but maybe I am just missing something. At least playing the theramon falls into this category because he is obviously fascinated with making it play his tune without even touching the thing. It is certainly his ideal of exercising power! And even when I liked him, briefly, for example when he is absorbed drawing the faces of his “loved ones”, I was always on my toes. Maybe I just don’t understand what this REALLY is about. So I probably always disliked him already FOR WHO HE IS – not for what he does. I probably even like him best when he is killing because these are, in a way, his most honest moments. And even when he is saying things I approve of – which happens a lot – regarding the context it always sounds like he is bullshitting me. I just was so smitten with what Mads Mikkelsen does with this character that it took me a while to achieve this conclusion. And, in fact, that is only the end-product of my reading JUST NOW. As a reading-process the shifting was confusing and unsettling. And, initially, following Will Graham was even worse. That was probably the reason why I actively had to take my mind off it, without having to deal with something new, and went backwards in my blog for reassurance.

Which didn’t work at all. I hadn’t done it for a long time, being absorbed with other things. But every time I did it I had liked what I read. At least I had never been bored going back to my past “adventures”. Now, suddenly, there was so much that was actually boring. And there was so much that appeared pointless where I so clearly had a point when I wrote it and that I didn’t understand anymore. Basically there were just the parts about Shakespeare that still appeared to make sense. I had to remind myself of the fact that my blogs are NOT essays but that I adopted this literary form so that I would be tempted to write. In fact they have always been protocols of what happens when I am reading, and are supposed to be “over” when the reading is finished. But that only partly reassured me because there had never been any need to remind me of that before.

But I could live with that because I know that the writing isn’t important AS SUCH but because it is taking my reading one step further … or many steps, probably, towards new horizons. So, though I have to admit that it was disagreeable, being bored wasn’t the worst. The worst was when I suddenly noticed that I didn’t really like the person who had written this. I resented her eagerness to be pleased, to adopt a naïve point of view and to show off at the same time. And, most unsettling, I didn’t even like her humour. I suddenly became aware of me, sitting there doggedly, consciously not pressing the “like-button”. I just sat right beside “this” – as if I had actually moved out of my own orbit and didn’t care. I had always thought I at least KNEW the person who wrote this …

I think it was really disagreeable when it happened – like being genuinely disappointed ABOUT MYSELF watching a Woody Allen film. But, as usual, there was a benefit because I began to understand what I had already set down as my current favourite quote about a literary experience I retrieved from another person. This time it was my sister – the elder one who never reads. (Which is literally untrue, but there must be a reason why we were living in different worlds from the beginning, and I think it is this one.) On the surface it sounds a lot like other things I have written, but in this case the context is important. She recently reminded me how much she resented it that her friends and I “made” her study literature in college. She would have wanted to study music, but ours was a very small college and there was no chance there would be a music class anyway. So we persuaded her to join our literature class so that we wouldn’t have to study biochemistry – which everybody did who was neither really good in mathematics nor particularly fond of economics or history. We both liked French and were good at it, so we chose that as a first subject. But this already included a lot of reading. I didn’t remember she resented her choice that much because I could never imagine it to be an ordeal to read books. It was, for her, but she said as well that she distinctly remembered this experience: lying on a beach reading Kafka and suddenly becoming THIS OTHER PERSON.

She actually SAID that! And what I love and hate about these amazing synopses other people give me about their reading experience is that I could throw out everything I have written and just take that instead – in this case all my efforts to explain fictional worlds. Of course fictional worlds are special, and different, because of this different experience we have when we live in them. As soon as we chose to “participate” we get changed into THIS OTHER PERSON. And in some cases, like Kafka or probably Woody Allen, we don’t even have a choice as to who this person will be. Either we are bored with it and don’t really read it – so we just finish it because we have to – or we become THIS person. I probably don’t really like it when I have no choice …

Of course it is this different experience which is at the bottom of my obsession with fictional worlds. But I don’t remember noticing that it actually happened – unlike my sister who never saw the point of reading books, even as a child! – because I have been “literate” longer than I remember. Probably from the age of two when my father read “Max und Moritz” by Wilhelm Busch to me. I think I even hated the stories from the beginning, but they were stories. And, not being able to read myself, I had memorized the whole thing in no time at all – whereas nowadays I am unable to learn a complete scene from “Macbeth”, notwithstanding how much I like it, which is pathetic. And I think I still remember this first reading-experience, like I still remember the person I was when I read Karl May or Camus, whereas I have forgotten everything about Kafka, and even about who I was when I read Sartre’s “La Nausée” – the only book I actually remember to have changed me because I definitely left a naïve state of thinking and feeling and moved on towards something more “grown-up”. It was great as well as unsettling but I cannot remember this person now. I probably kind of “absorbed” her. Whereas the person who enjoyed Karl May wasn’t dead – though I wouldn’t see the point of reading it anymore. She came back when I saw “The Fellowship of the Ring” for the first time, but she came back changed. And there were a few people in between Sartre and Tolkien. Especially the one who avidly read every Icelandic saga she could get hold of and very little else for years. At least it appears so. And this person is currently fading, though part of her “faded” into the person who is now reading Cornwell’s war stories. Whereas I am obviously getting bored with the person who read “The Hobbit” for years. I really don’t like it, but it is probably high time to move on. And of course I already did.

There is nothing surprising about these changes though it is sometimes disagreeable. But there are some of these people who never left me. I even think that the person who lives in “Shakespeare” was already there twenty-five years ago. She just wasn’t ready for it yet. And, at least for now, I don’t think that she will ever be gone. And there is another person I know inside out even though she changed a lot over the years. It is the person who was fascinated and horrified reading “Madame Bovary” when she was about twenty and who was swallowed up by “The Crucible” in the cinema ten years later. The person who, in the meantime, went through “The Scarlet Letter” and Fontane’s “L’Adultera”, and who probably rejected “North and South”. Who ended up with “Women in Love” as her favourite book for years. After that, or maybe rather after “The White Peacock”, which might have taken it a bit too far, she disappeared. But she came back after what seemed like decades of Icelandic sagas seeing the BBC adaptations of “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”, “North and South”, and “Women in Love”, and “The Crucible” by the Old Vic. I recognized her though she was very much changed. And I am actually confused – as much as I am confused by the person who is currently devouring “Hannibal” because I still don’t know her: Was this the same person who weathered whatever had happened to her then in “Austen”? I rather think so. “Austen” probably was her sanctuary – but why she hid out there, and who she was while she lived there, I have quite forgotten.

And this is still almost a random choice. I would never be able to keep track of all these people. What is probably already half the point about fictional world is that we already ARE all these people. Or at least we could be. Because the other half – more difficult to understand, but necessary and maybe even more stunning – is that all these people are only here because THESE fictional worlds exist. It is commonly known, and, I think, even understood that we are different people in real life as well. But we could never be so many of them, nor so different, because our own imagination and experience is too limited for more than a few worlds of our own. There is certainly an embryonic form of one or more fictional worlds in anyone – even people with literally no imagination because even they have daydreams, nightmares, and sexual fantasies. They just never become aware that they are stories. And I suppose everybody has a world in which he is his favourite person. Though they might not realize that, in real life, they are not. Where all this begins … interesting, but I will never know. It would be impossible anyway. Where IT really begins is the first sentence we read, becoming intrigued, or the first sentence we write, becoming aware that we wrote something that is not a hundred percent “covered” by “real life” …

Maybe the REAL reason why I dislike Hannibal is not because of who he is or what he does but because he is so bloody “literal”. (I just reached the “peak”, having now arrived in the third season again, watching from the beginning, when Hannibal literally does what we all want to do all the time: open up Will Grahams head!) I think we are right to consider it to be an achievement that we don’t take Jesus literally. He didn’t intend us to. But people who basically care about power have to be. It is doubtless a great attraction as well, and it is what makes Hannibal so successful. And it makes for a lot of great irony – which might be the most attractive part of it for me. Whereas Will Graham is a reader – he reads and understands what is going on in other people’s heads. And maybe his story is one of becoming “literal” himself – becoming HIMSELF by making a place for himself in a world which is already mapped by others, namely Jack Crawford and Hannibal. And to find his place, and make his own, genuine contribution, it is necessary for him to understand HIMSELF. At the moment it appears to make sense to read his story in this way, but I don’t know yet. What I know is that another chapter about “Hannibal” was in the making even before I finished this one. There is probably nothing more to say, anyway, about fictional worlds.

Mittwoch, 9. November 2016

A fairy-tale for the third millennium? – About devils, dragons, everyman, and misplaced mirror neurons



Reading my long treatise again now, having approached the end of the second series, I find it rather strange and naive. As I am now close to the end of series two which appears to be the culminating point of the most important “horror story” and central part of the series: the story about the relationship of Will Graham and Hannibal. That was the first time when I “got stuck” and suddenly saw no point in watching it anymore. Not because I was actually bored with it – though maybe the “fun part” unexpectedly relenting after the adventure with the social worker inside the horse made me focus on the “bone structure”, and, for the first time, SERIOUSLY asking myself if it is morally acceptable - or “good for me” - to watch this … At least I didn’t feel good watching it anymore, having probably arrived at a deeper level of understanding of what all this might REALLY be about. But there are multiple levels, and I don’t suppose I have arrived at the highest (or lowest) I am capable of. At least I hadn’t then because the feeling that made me recoil has passed and given way to a new bout of joy, and admiration, of the kind that happened with Shakespeare about two years ago. This feeling that I am actually capable of UNDERSTANDING something that is so far from what I could understand before. That I am capable of understanding so much more than I can EXPLAIN. I’d just give an example which has to be about something I can explain. I know I always wanted to understand why people get pleasure from sadomasochist sexual practices. Not because I want to be able to explain it – this might not be so hard because there is no pleasure like the one when the pain, stress, or fear subsides. So there must be something IN the pain … But explaining is no use to me here, and I never knew how little use until now, because to UNDERSTAND it would mean to understand WHAT IT FEELS LIKE. And, as I am a coward, I never will. And I am not even sorry for it, I know it is not what I want, the “end product”, I just somehow want to get the SUBSTANCE out of it – like in a poem. In this case it is a poem about the “dark side” where it is REALLY dark, not seen through the light the other side is shedding on it but the other way round: the ABSOLUTE evil like a universal darkness swallowing up all the light. Maybe I understood that IF I want to deal with it at all, THIS is the right way to do it. It HAS TO be dangerous and partly disagreeable. Like “everybody” knows that a lot of what makes life worth living comes from the dark side of it, but there are probably not so many people who really understand this? Or want to. Myself included …

Presently, reading “Hannibal” reminds me a lot of reading “Hamlet”: There are many steps on the way, and every step appears really high, and then, having taken it, suddenly looks quite flat. Just yesterday, watching the unexpectedly boring commentary on episode seven of series three, I was suddenly brought back to the beginnings of my reading where I think I just groped for something I thought I knew to somehow explain why I was so pleased with it. And realized that I have come a long way. But I still don’t know if I am approaching the end of my reading or if I am right at the beginning. Though, having now seen the biggest part of the first series and getting increasingly used to the specificity of the world, at least it appears that I can make better use of my, until now, rather unspecific observations.

In particular, it appears to have been useful to overcome my revulsion regarding Will Graham which was instant and complete as soon as I met him for the first time in the third series. But of course the first series is necessary to see what this character really is about, and understanding him better certainly helps to understand the series better. But it is interesting that – even though I didn’t like any of these characters, probably with the exception of a substantial part of Francis Dolarhyde and a smaller part of Reba McClane – I was repelled in this way only by three characters: Bedelia Du Maurier, Alana Bloom, and Will Graham. As if they had a particular smell about them which I couldn’t detect on any of the other characters. And I just thought hard about why this might be – because, wouldn’t it make a lot more sense to be repelled by characters like Mason Verger, Abel Gideon, Dr. Chilton, or, by the way, Hannibal Lecter? And I think I am able to name that smell: It is the smell of the victim. Which is still strange because Bedelia Du Maurier is certainly less of a victim than Dr. Chilton, but, strangely, appears to me more “damaged” in a way. Maybe because Dr. Chilton – though he appears to lose almost every part of his body to some kind of psychopath during the series - appears surprisingly little involved. The reason I found out about this was my reaction to Alana Bloom that was totally different when I met her again in the first series – before anything has happened to her. In fact, the difference as to her personality is striking, to the point of her probably being the third character I might have liked, if only for her calmness and poise, whereas she totally repelled me in the third series.

This observation I set aside for the time being, for further use, as I expect. Instead I am taking up another thread about these characters being kind of like “fairy-tale” characters because of their “unlikeliness” as real people and their position within this web of second meaning which becomes more and more apparent as I am “reading” on. I recently watched a film I had bought on dvd after having seen it last year in the cinema: “The Tale of Tales” – which is a strange Italian film, with a very international cast, about fairy-tales being “taken seriously” as to the horrible content they entail. Being skinned alive, or kidnapped by an ogre, raising a flee to the size of a calf, or finding yourself in bed with a withered hag instead of the beautiful creature you expected can prove rather disconcerting if you actually SEE it. I suppose that is in fact THE POINT about fairy-tales because: who wouldn’t secretly have wished (and feared!) to see the witch in “Hansel and Gretel” being so truly horrible as we imagined her to be when we played that game where the witch chases the other players to touch and immobilize them. (The whole point of the exercise probably being to have a reason to run about like mad, screaming like banshees. A healthy exercise we cannot even think of performing anymore when we are grown up …) Well, the film gave me at least a taste of it – which was probably the reason that I felt like buying the dvd. And, if you see actors playing these things, a dimension is automatically added which we never take into account reading fairy tales: the impact these things have on the people who are affected by them. There is a lot of change going on in fairy tales, much more than anyone could stomach in real life – though heartbreaking and wonderful things “like this” might happen unexpectedly – but we never have to deal with the psychological dimension of this change. And this is probably where the successful amalgamation of these two dimensions – the fairy tale layer and the “real world” of forensic and psychological nightmares – is most striking and works the most on the audience. On the one hand you can “take” it because it is kind of exaggerated and absurd, beautiful in a way, as is the violence of the fairy tales, and even funny. (Maybe it reflects badly on me that I can at least understand that people are amused by horror – not just dark, cynical humour but actual horror! – more than I could understand that before. Even though it is still not really my thing.) On the other hand, I have never seen this change in people being so striking as if you compare these characters in the first series to what they have become in the third series. Of course everybody became older, and, in most cases, it is this age where young irrevocably turns into middle aged, and it shows – to the benefit of the series. But I don’t think I have seen anything like the change of Alana Bloom, being turned into some kind of zombie from the very calm but very “alive” young woman she has been before she, literally, gets broken. And the more subtle but no less horrible changes in the case of Will Graham, Dr. Chilton, Bedelia Du Maurier, and, last but not least, Hannibal Lecter. I let this stand, again, expecting to get back to it later.

The reason I started to write this was that I had kind of a break-through lately watching the first series because of something Hannibal said concerning Will Graham. And there understanding this character and his role in the series better proved important as he occupies in fact a typical “fairy-tale position” which I’d call the position of “everyman”. The position that every reader can – or is supposed – to take, which is again the reason that he stubbornly strikes me as kind of the only person in this series who is “normal”, though I know very well that he isn’t. Hannibal, having discovered how special Will Graham is, has begun to care for him very much because of his ability to completely sympathize, even where we usually shut down this process because we don’t want to contemplate the workings of the “evil” mind and psyche. (Looking at him we might see why – if we didn’t know that already. And, as to Hannibal caring for you – you just pray that this doesn’t happen! If it does it will certainly change your life …) At one point Hannibal explains what is “wrong” with Will. When we are children our brain is swarming with mirror neurons which are supposed to make us able to socialize and most of which will die, whereas Will Graham has somehow kept them alive – probably to his own disadvantage. This cynical explanation of the process of growing up might not even be strictly true – though it is indeed a compelling question WHAT USE we make of our surviving mirror neurons, lots of which are still there in most of our brains, no doubt about that … And I think if we are able to shed our prejudices in an area that is riddled with prejudices we might learn something about that - and “us”! - watching this series …

First of all, it is certainly not irrelevant WHO Will Graham is sympathizing with. Even though it is important to realize that it is not exactly “sympathy” but that he cannot keep his mirror neurons from firing – and he doesn’t experience that as fascinating but mostly as horror. But isn’t it kind of strange that his mirror neurons always work “for” the perpetrators and never for the victims, that he always assumes their position? It might be a pointless question because he probably trained his mirror neurons to do just that, even though we never learn anything about it. Still, on a meta-level, the question remains relevant and brings me back to what I have already realized about my own reaction to victims. To put it crudely: Why aren’t we usually interested in the victim’s point of view but in the killer’s?

There is one obvious answer to this. If we are honest: WHO would we rather be? (If we had to choose, I mean. As it is, we’d probably rather be who we are, not being either of them.) The answer would explain at least why “we” usually don’t care about the victims, in a fictional context, because to sympathize with them would be so disagreeable. We only do this when they are not already dead – and when there is hope that the story will be turned around. And, depending on the context, we usually know when this is the case. (Though I cannot know if there are lots of people like me who are much more satisfied with this kind of story if these expectations are “unexpectedly” thwarted …)

Until now, I didn’t really know if I was just collecting “evidence” or if I was really getting somewhere with all this. But when I just left my computer and went out shopping, as it happens, the whole thing came crashing down on me. And there is so much of it that I have to apologize already for this to become really long, and that I don’t know where to begin.

Maybe right at the beginning. As I realize now, watching the first part of the third series (episode 1-7) I didn’t understand anything about what was happening. From episode 8 to the end it suddenly became much more consistent because, with the Red Dragon, a new story-line begins which has not so much to do with what happened during the two series before that. Still, understanding close to nothing, I was fascinated. I think this can only have been because I had the impression that this was something I had never seen before, and I probably “smelt” opportunity. Maybe a challenge as well, to overcome my fears and prejudices to maybe get at something “new”. For some reason “Hannibal” proved - and still does - an especially fertile “dunghill” for all kinds of new insights and questions to grow out of it. Especially, as I have remarked before about emotions: questions I am NOT SUPPOSED to ask. And because I never liked this kind of restrictions it has always been important for me to do just that. First of all, I found - to my amazement! - that I had encountered a safe environment where I could do dangerous things.

For not letting this become too general - and because I have really missed this! - I refer to something Richard Armitage said about playing Francis Dolarhyde. And I should say something about the character first – which is this singular construction that makes him so interesting to play. There is a real challenge how to do that as he isn’t just some “commonplace” psychopath who imagines himself turning into a dragon. He is this amalgamation of a human being that remains a human being, and this strange creature “on his back” he has to deal with. In a way he is wrestling with it – which is interesting to play – but also embraces it as some kind of dream, and probably some part of his personality, or opportunity, that has always been there and which he finds fascinating. As I certainly said already, the performance is exceptional, as I think not least because there is some really important experience to go into this character – or to “come out” of playing him. An important part of it appears to be something Richard Armitage said in his commentary in more general terms. He said that the reason for him to become an actor was probably the opportunity to do things you cannot do in real life, when you are grown up, especially being really loud and aggressive and probably irrational – I specified here because he didn’t elaborate that much on it. But I think this is what he meant. There is one little scene in the series I totally loved which is about this. Just before the end, when Hannibal Lecter actually meets him face to face, he says something about the beautiful, "poetic" state Dolarhyde has created for himself by becoming the dragon, something with "the immediacy of childhood". And, for a moment, it appears as if he “got through” to him. It might have been a split-second of truth for this character – though he cannot actually take this step back and look at his truth through the eyes of other people. At what he has become. Same as for all the “mad” serial killers: what has brought them where they are cannot be undone – as only Hannibal is able to fully realize and to accept. He sees them as a success not as a failure, a development from a powerless position towards obtaining power and control over their lives (and the lives of others!).

I don’t think that Francis Dolarhyde knows that he is still this child, but it certainly was a key element in playing him, and, as usual, I was impressed by the level of detail Richard Armitage used on this aspect. For example he said that he removed hair from his legs because he wanted Francis Dolarhyde to have an “innocent-looking body”. I suppose as well that it makes a bigger contrast – between the innocent, childlike part and the horrible, dangerous, though kind of accomplished and beautiful, “dragon part". And this contrast is actually why this character came out so great. It is what makes him stand out more, be more of a fairy-tale character, but, at the same time, it is about some elementary part of human life. Because this contrast is there “in” everybody for a time, when we are children. At least I suppose so, I can’t really know. But I remember this about myself, and find it irresistible in children, especially male children where it is usually more pronounced. They can be these lovely and caring little boys AS WELL AS really big, scary dragons. My best evidence for this was my nephew Felix who was – and still is! – exceptionally well equipped with mirror neurons. Nonetheless, at the age of seven he decided that he wanted to become a head-hunter – actually meaning by this that he wanted to kill people for a living. And he actually built gallows to hang his lego-men – and I didn’t see anything strange in this because I REMEMBERED to have done things like this when I was a child. Until his mother saw it and was appalled. - There are certainly many degrees of this aggressive part found in children, and she might actually have been this “good little girl” – despite my bad influence as an elder sister – which I never was. At least there was still this opportunity to be what YOU JUST FELT LIKE being. And I remember “him” very well – that violent, aggressive, loud, and uncompromising part of myself. (I even remember very well that I might have caused somebody to be hurt, or worse, when I was a small child, KNOWING IT – as this is the reason it is one of my very few genuine childhood memories.) Which is probably why I understood so well what Richard Armitage meant, and why I was so pleased with it. I know that, until I was ten or eleven, I was convinced that I would somehow turn out male – even though of course, had somebody asked me, I would have said that I would become a woman. But that was just a fact, it didn’t MEAN anything yet. I suppose it must have come as a shock when I suddenly and irrevocably turned out female – the kind of shock that is so horrible that it has to be deleted … I am making fun of this now, a bit, but it is about something quite serious. Because, if you actually turn out male, that’s lucky for the little dragon as you don’t have automatically to let go of him. You might get lucky and become a violent criminal, or a professional footballer - or an actor. Something like this might happen as well if you are a woman but it is much more unlikely. The odds are – if the “dragon” part has to be permanently suppressed - that you will turn out very unhappy, embittered, even mentally ill or suicidal. I know it took me far too long to realize this, but, luckily, the little dragon wasn’t quite dead yet. And, looking back, I know what kept him alive …

So, one of the attractions of this series for me is certainly that a context is being created where I can actually experience and imagine things that are very “far out” from what “we” are supposed to feel, experience, and do. The farthest point certainly being to kill and eat our fellow men and women. And, of course, it is impossible to accept that, which means to accept Hannibal. Now, this is of course where the series becomes really mean and sly if we allow it to draw us in. And, as I realized examining Will Graham, it does this “stealthily” by the way these pivotal characters, namely Will Graham, Jack Crawford, and Hannibal Lecter, are set up. Resisting both Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to a certain degree, in my case it happened in a slow and controlled way. Jack Crawford I didn’t resist, nor was I drawn to him – or drawn by him - in any way. Not because this character isn’t convincing. He is exactly right and duly impressive the way Laurence Fishburne played him. But, even though he is in the most powerful position, he doesn’t have any real influence on what is happening. Having seen how he just “drops out” in the third series I think I will be able to uphold this opinion. He has no part in Armageddon (or Ragnarok?) at the end. And that is for me so far the most interesting aspect about this character, that he is so isolated. Still in the third series he pretends to wield some influence over Will Graham but this is just how it appears. In truth Will Graham is not driven by him in any way but by other considerations – and, of course, manipulated by Hannibal. So, the most interesting aspect about this character – who is formally in a god-like position of power – is that he has no real power because he is in fact isolated and aloof. I wondered for a while what this story about his dying wife is for. I thought probably to make him appear more like a proper human being. And maybe it is. But on me it doesn’t work at all in this way, it doesn’t change anything about him “into” human because he is as unable to reach her in this relationship as he is to influence anything else that is happening, especially where Will Graham is concerned. And to lose her, in the end, just emphasizes that he has finally lost EVERYBODY. Seen as a metaphor, he is the image of a powerless god.

And, as I said, from a symbolic point of view, Will Graham is “everyman”, set into a very strange spot between the opposite “powers”. I usually never take the position of “everyman”, and am even less tempted in this case, probably because I don’t like Hugh Dancy as an actor. Maybe this is unfair because his character is “unsatisfactory” in this respect, requiring the kind of acting I dislike, with little variety and development even though a lot is going on emotionally which is so “huge” and gross that it is impossible to play convincingly. It is probably exactly right as he does it, but I am soon tiring to constantly see the same emotions on his face appear really “big” and obvious as an appeal to sympathize with him. I rather like actors who are reluctant to invite me in but make me guess at what is just happening. (This assessment has been partly subverted, watching the second part of the series. There is definitely more interesting change going on, and more subtlety, than in the first series.) The important and gratifying part about this character is probably interacting with the other characters because Will Graham affects - and is affected by - everybody. So, his key position – which “we” have to adopt – is probably not so much about UNDERSTANDING HIM and taking him seriously which, at least for me, is impossible. But this position I can still adopt disliking him. It is the position of a medium that makes us understand other people better. And to understand the series better, and to enjoy it, because its horror is definitely less about hurting our sensibilities than about UNDERSTANDING things we are very reluctant to understand. And it is in fact a very subtle kind of horror which unfolds itself reluctantly, at least in my case, as taking the position of Will Graham helps us to understand and accept Hannibal.

And this sentence was actually one that was difficult for me to write. Though I should say: difficult to READ because I love writing things like this, but I had a moment of asking myself if I have definitely become mad now, writing something like this, MEANING IT. Though I never think in that way about actors playing these characters AS IF they understand them and believe in them. I don’t think I ever really wanted Mads Mikkelsen to become one of my favourite actors, though I have always found him fascinating, because he spooks me. But now he has obviously overwhelmed me. And, when this happens, there is nothing I can do … And maybe even BELIEVING this: that Mads Mikkelsen understands and accepts Hannibal, does it for me? I don’t have to do it myself …?

That was the next moment for me when I suddenly stood on the brink of some territory I never meant to leave, looking onto country I was never meant to see … But this is, of course, why I stayed with this series. It was the moment I understood that I really believed this: that Mads Mikkelsen understood and accepted Hannibal. It still is a theory, and a very preposterous one, and I will never know if I am right. Because I am sure that it isn’t NECESSARY to really understand a character – as a human being – to play him convincingly. I even think that this is a very commonplace truth that everybody, thinking about it for a minute, would accept. But: where is the fun in that? I even suppose that there can be enough of great work in the process, working out all these things you have to do. But it is probably not what the kind of actors I like so much really WANT to do. And, maybe more preposterous still: the reason I came to this insight about Hannibal is that I am convinced that every time I got genuinely interested in one of these characters, and could see something I hadn’t seen before, was when the actor really BELIEVED in them. This insight about actors convincing me is one of the things I must have known for a long time but never realized how important it was. As it explains the crucial part of my relationship with actors – which, obviously, is unduly intense sometimes, not to say strange, as probably just now … The first time I consciously realized it was about Viggo Mortensen playing Aragorn in “The Lord of the Rings”. When I first “met” Aragorn he didn’t convince me at all but I NEVER STOPPED TRYING. It might be rather childish and ridiculous how much it meant for me that ALL of these characters had to be totally convincing, but at least I think I shared that craving with lots of people. (And I am still impressed how much of a priority this has been for the people making these films!) And Viggo Mortensen is not one of the actors I really like, though he is certainly charismatic in a way. The reason he convinced me that “this” was Aragorn was the way he BELIEVED in this character. And this is a strange example, of course, because it is so simple. There will be very few examples where there isn’t much more you need than to believe in the character. But that is what Aragorn is about, so one simple experience may bring you right to the core of the character and make him “radiate” it and bring it to the audience. And this is of course what all this is about. What I need actors for. It is to bring me to the place in the story, and the “world”, where I want to be. Which usually is “inside” these characters.

And it is, of course, very strange that Hannibal has been the key to fully understanding this – not the exception! And preposterous, as I said, to uphold this theory: that Mads Mikkelsen “believed” in Hannibal. Why it is so preposterous I would never be able to explain convincingly but I have again Richard Armitage to help me out. I just remembered two things he said in his commentaries … No, just thinking about it for a moment, I realize that there is A LOT more. Mads Mikkelsen didn’t do any commentaries, at least not in the third series, and I am probably not really sorry that he didn’t, though it is unlikely I would have found out too much about what I (do not?) want to know. But Richard Armitage has a way of not only telling the truth where others would probably just say what people want to hear, but of actually telling it “in a good way”. He didn’t own up to not really having known the series, or the “world”, before he began his work on the character in so many words. Though he had become very fond of the book and worked with it in his usual meticulous way. And he had seen “The Silence of the Lambs” – which was the first film he remembered being so scared watching it that he would have wanted to clap his hands over his eyes and just not look. Which is an experience he certainly shares with many people. It cannot be coincidence that both Claudia and I remembered it when we talked about “Hannibal”. I think, for me, it was when I finally decided that I don’t like horror films. Still, it made a lasting impression of some kind, apparently, on everybody who kept watching. But it doesn’t sound like the kind of impression you might want to “renew” and intensify … And he wasn’t really “invested” in this world – to the point of not even having watched the whole series before he began to work on his character. Which he said to have been an advantage because Francis Dolarhyde doesn’t really know the other characters either and he would have had to “unknow” things. Well, there might not have been time, but I think, if he had really enjoyed the “world” as I did, he would have kept watching. - At one point during the episode he said: “O, I don’t know if I really want to see this!” and, on another occasion, admitted that he wasn’t at all “good with blood”. And he appeared to have been kind of unpleasantly surprised about what his character had really done to these families - even though in the book it must be even worse! – because, on screen, it is Will Graham who “does” it. He even said that, if this had been in the script for him to play, he would have had found it difficult to commit to. In which case, I think, it is safe to assume that “difficult” is an understatement. - What this means as well is that he couldn’t really be bothered with the rather important aspect of Francis Dolarhyde being a killer of families. He said something to the effect that he “assumed”(!) that the state his character was in when he murdered these people was the same, kind of unreal state of frenzy and aggression he was in when he was “with” the dragon. Well, that was certainly safe to assume, and I guess I did that as well … And he probably assumed – correctly – that this aspect of Francis Dolarhyde as a murderer would be taken care of independently of what he did, and rather tried to “counteract” it with other, basically more human and subtle, aspects of his character. Very successfully, I’d say. But he got lucky being in a position where he could do this. And it is very interesting as well what he said when Bryan Fuller asked him if he could just shed his character like a coat after the shoot was finished. (And he must have known why this was a question that made sense to ask! At one point he remarked that he had found it fascinating how different people reacted to Richard Armitage as Francis Dolarhyde and as Richard Armitage on the set. And Richard Armitage said that it helped him that people saw him as Francis Dolarhyde!) The answer was typically candid, and was for me like a key to understand this relationship actor-character which is, as usual in his case, exceptionally intense and personal. He said that he had been lucky that the more vulnerable part of Francis Dolarhyde – which he was obviously so much invested in – wasn’t really needed anymore from episode eleven to the end. So, he said, he just kind of “eased out” of him. – Now, I am certainly impressed at what I remembered on this subject without watching the commentaries again. And how much there is about what it takes to play a character like this – if you are THIS KIND of actor. And it might serve as SOME KIND of measure to BEGIN to understand what it might mean to play Hannibal.

Now, I cannot know what kind of actor Mads Mikkelsen is. Certainly actors on this level of accomplishment and commitment to their work are individuals – not to be put into any kind of categories. Though, basically, great actors shouldn’t be that different as to the AMOUNT of mirror neurons still “active” as the rest of the population because they really need them. But they might be as different as the rest of us as to HOW THEY USE THEM. And I don’t know anything about how Mads Mikkelsen works – though I suspect him of feeling a similar kind of “responsibility” for the characters he plays as Richard Armitage does, just judging from THE KIND of work I know he has done. Meaning that, if he feels that the character isn’t “right” for him, or he for the character, he wouldn’t commit to it. Which includes that it is some kind of work he really WANTS to do. Be this as it may, if I had to choose I would say that Hannibal is the EXTREMEST instance of acting I have ever come upon. And I am sure I have never seen an actor who can convey that much WITHOUT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING. Of course you can see these MINIMAL changes on his face, and these MINIMAL reactions, and the way the expression of his eyes suddenly changes – but I cannot understand how they can make such a big effect. I almost think that making us wait for them – sometimes in vain! – makes them become so “big” in the end? I remember that he permanently impressed me as Michael Kohlhaas, showing fear of death in the most convincing manner I have ever seen without actually moving one muscle on his face. And I think, somehow, it is the almost mathematical exactness – as if he could calculate the effect of what he does in milliseconds or millimeters. Or “milli-ounces” of emotions? The exact amount he needs to get a certain result and which doing just a little bit too much would have ruined. I had suggested as much, maybe without really knowing what I meant yet, when I referred to him playing the character that was ELEVEN PERCENT bull … And I realize that I could go on like this indefinitely, speculating about what he does. But I shall never know – which is good! - and that is why he spooks me. But it is of course extremely convenient for Hannibal.

I have probably written something about actors playing enigmatic characters quite a few times, but Mads Mikkelsen is certainly THE extreme in this respect as well. So that, for the first time, I can specify where the enigma comes from. In most cases it is probably about being able to incorporate extremes, or even opposites, as we see them here. Because Hannibal has to be extremely repulsive and kind of extremely attractive at the same time. Both of them not in a physical way but as a person. Of course physical features – as his really “special” Danish face - have a big part in it, as they have in any acting, but the crucial part is probably how much aware the actor is of them, and with how much skill he uses this awareness. And if you have got all this a hundred and fifty percent right – as Mads Mikkelsen has – then you don’t have to worry about the surplus of meaning this will create because “we” will never cease to ask ourselves what is REALLY going on with this character. Even if our suspicions have already been confirmed. As to the other actors, especially Hugh Dancy and Laurence Fishburne, I would always concede that they got it “dead right”, but Mads Mikkelsen, in fact “doing” very little, always does more than I could have expected.

And there is another opposite working “within” the more comprehensive one of repulsive/attractive: the one between sublime confidence and vulnerability. In the case of Hannibal the confidence and total efficiency with which he does everything from killing to cooking elaborate meals (I cannot imagine a botched job from him in the kitchen nor anywhere else!) is certainly attractive, AND repulsive under certain circumstances. But even though, on the one hand, he is “himself alone”  within these walls of secrets and deceit, on the other hand, in his professional function as a psychiatrist as well as a private person, he has some rather intimate relationships with other people. More so, he successfully reaches out to other people, inviting them to “play” with him – though it must always be him who calls the shots! But this reaching out, sometimes even visible as craving other peoples’ trust and understanding, makes him appear vulnerable, and, of course, more interesting. He doesn’t have to be “officially” in this absolute position Jack Crawford has to be in – always ABOVE everybody else. But he assumes this position stealthily, drawing other people into his orb. And this is, of course, fascinating to watch. This is probably what makes “us” follow him over the whole period of three series, without ever being bored or disappointed. Which I think we wouldn’t do if there wasn’t this brittleness as well, the constant danger that he might lose, as everybody does eventually …

Now I have conveniently found a place from where I am able to catapult myself into the end of the series – because I was afraid I would never arrive there! - and to the beginning of my “reading”. Of course there are not really any winners at the worlds end (Armageddon or Ragnarok, maybe there isn’t actually such a big difference?). Conveniently, everything and everybody has to come to an end, even Hannibal. (I tried not to worry about Bryan Fuller mentioning a 4th series??? Two or three times even. Else, it might have been a joke? We have had so many “resurrections” in this series as I haven’t seen anywhere else. Well, I’ll believe that when I see it …) But his end isn’t such a “bad” one as “we” would wish it to be? At least it certainly isn’t a defeat, having had the occasion of killing the “dragon” by actually biting his throat – which is something Mads Mikkelsen’s Hannibal does a lot less than Anthony Hopkins’ (which may be why “we” like him better …?). But I take it he enjoyed it. (Hannibal, not Mads Mikkelsen!) And, of course, being reunited with Will Graham.

One of my first reasons of becoming so involved with the series was when I became aware that it made me get in touch with the “absolute”. Something I usually rather stay clear of, but in this case I liked the way of it very much, and just recently a few coincidences allowed me to find a shortcut again to maybe understand why. The first one was that, after having had a great time with all this reading – especially “Hannibal” of course – I fell into a hole. I usually like my work (at work!) though heaven knows why, unless I temporarily notice the total pointlessness of it. Usually I have at least the impression of creating some kind of result. But on that day I realized that all I had achieved after nine hours work was to create MORE WORK for me. I already knew that I could empathize with Sisyphos, and, for years, the squirrel-like creature Scrat from “Ice Age” was the film character I could relate to the most. (I think, from this point of view, the dwarves were a BIG improvement! Though maybe not THAT different after all …) And, at times, I cannot help thinking that the only reason I am not depressed must be that I am just too delusional to GET IT. That I like my work, and my life, because I am lazy and stupid. Well, that was one of these days …

When I escaped my prison for a short while to get a proper coffee I came to think about “Hannibal” and struck a relation with something else I have done lately. Which was to visit an exhibition about the Viking Age. In this exhibition there was a part where they played some of the tales about the Scandinavian Gods in a dark room and at great length, so that it became kind of boring, and ruminant at the same time. And this might have been why I suddenly REALLY understood Loki. His disbelief and distress at seeing all these morons shooting at Balder all day long, thinking that was fun! I suddenly understood that he must have been bored out of his mind, and that he finally HAD TO come to the decision: There now, let’s have some REAL fun! – And I think THIS is the existential horror Hannibal Lecter experiences. This distress, or panic, which is at the bottom of what he does. A kind of panic I can understand very well. How can it be that I have lived my life and suddenly realize that nothing I did made a difference? That there is no way I’ll ever get anything of what I really want … There is a great moment in the series of this kind when we see Francis Dolarhyde for the very first time, sitting in the cafeteria, looking at his hands. I don’t think that I really understood what this was about before I listened to the commentary, apart from this state of isolation and distress which comes across so clearly that just this moment is somehow sufficient explanation for what he does. And though Hannibal doesn’t let us see this – which he has put past him probably a long time ago – it is still what he is constantly feeding on. It is there all the time, like a “colour” of his personality, some kind of ubiquitous sadness. (Which is again something I know very well, so that I infallibly get involved with these characters …) Maybe preposterous as well, but the way Mads Mikkelsen played this, we understand why he HAS TO do “Loki’s work”. - Of course, good people can make a difference as well – and do, as I think mostly in a very unobtrusive way, totally different from what “we” usually think about it. And I have dealt with this already on behalf of the “Hobbit”. In fact, EVERYDAY goodness is usually what keeps us from despair and nourishes EVERYDAY hope. Which is, of course, the most important thing. But sometimes it is just NOT ENOUGH, and “we” come to think about these fundamental things, mostly probably at the beginning of adult life or approaching the end. And this is certainly something that turning fifty has brought on – so far the only change I noticed: a REAL understanding that “this” will not go on indefinitely. And this realization of a void - even as some kind of “space” that is there and which we didn’t notice before, leading to this belief that there HAS TO BE something else still, is, in my opinion, the “embryonic” form of the absolute. And I definitely thrive on the kind of stories where people decide to deal with it, and find all kinds of creative solutions for the problem. Did I ever really wonder why …?

And I know I am not one of these “good” people. To some extent I even agree with Hannibal about us having to BECOME who we are. (Maybe even to a large extent, being quite honest about it …) It is of course tempting sometimes to do good – to see the result of goodness, and, of course, to be liked by other people. But somehow it is not enough because there doesn’t appear to be a break-through. Even Hannibal, I think, is “tempted” more than a few times but he actively resists the temptation. Because: what is actually the point of all these bleak efforts to save lives and restore order? At best we’ll just be where we already were in the beginning. At best everything will go on as it always has. Taking lives and creating chaos might be much more fun because WE DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL COME OF IT. (And there is something again which I REMEMBERED watching the series: what it is like to do something JUST because I want to see what will happen.) I probably shouldn’t contemplate much further how well I can in fact understand Loki – and Hannibal. Without having to bother personally with some aspects of what he does. (Though it is of course crucial that they are represented convincingly, so that it is necessary that Mads Mikkelsen does. So much about what actors can do “for us” …) Without Loki, everything would have gone on just the same for ages and ages. And, even if we tend to think so: it is not what we want. I don’t know, but where “the end of all things” is concerned, maybe “we” are slyly reverting to where the heathens already were, just shedding the insincere Christian faith inconspicuously like an old coat which wanted to make us believe that we could all be winners. The Vikings knew that there would be no winners, only temporarily, but that the end would just be CHAOS. And that only from chaos and destruction there would inevitably arise a new world – in a similar way as this world was created from the torn and bloody limbs of a dead giant … Well, this is not exactly uplifting, I still don’t really know why I enjoy it so much – but isn’t it great that we still know, or can rediscover in this way, what these ancient tales meant? Using modern characters, and science, and psychoanalysis, playing with these, just TO THE SAME END? And, of course, our own feelings and thoughts and experience … Isn’t THAT just great?