Hannah and Papa J

Hannah and Papa J

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Westworld: a review

Dear Hannah,

HBO's first season of Westworld has the honor of being so good that we are worried it will continue; and in doing so joins a series of series that would have been better if they'd left them unfinished.  The first series I remember starting this well was The Matrix, followed by two sequels that gave us more of the story but none of the magic; followed by things like The Hunger Games which eventually gave us a solution when what we actually wanted was more of the problem.


The reason why we love the beginnings is not that we're sadists; but it is in a sense that we love the mechanics of suffering.  It's the discovery less of a plot and more of a person; of Neo's rise from a cowardly nobody to a fearless transcendent; and in Katniss's turning into less of a gladiator and more of a revolutionary.   Each of these stories was a three-part surprise.  They gave us a nobody, the nobody discovered a reality, and the nobody through a process of suffering became somebody.  When they learned to be brave, when they learned how to fight, when they learned who they were and what it meant they had to do, the story had served its purpose.  There was nowhere to go but to end it.  When they added more story, they added no value.  They promised us more of what they couldn't deliver, and in the transaction only lightened our wallets.

In this writer's opinion it is impossible that Westworld could do better than any of these stories; and that its season finale would have been better as the end of the series.  Westworld's great virtue is not that it discovers a person, but that it discovers people in general; and that in the process of evolving Dolores and Maeve it has really exhausted its magic.   The second season may be interesting -- but it will have to be an entirely different kind of interesting than the first.  The existential questions plaguing the first part may have never been answered.  The beauty of the first season lays in the fact that they are asked.  What makes me human -- why am I living -- why do I suffer -- what makes me happy* -- where did I come from -- what is my purpose -- what makes me me are all questions that thoughtful people have asked themselves throughout their existence.  Westworld asks all of them about robots and leaves us wondering them about humans.  It stomps all over our feelings and makes us question our very reality.

If Westworld is good at asking us questions, it is excellent in hinting at others.   The overwhelming implication of Westworld is that evolution has done for humans whatever humans could do for artificial intelligence; and that each of our memories, each of our dreams, each of our strengths and our weaknesses and instincts and personalities are have been given to us through a process that we didn't exactly control.  Whatever we are, we cannot be too much of anything else.  Our thoughts feel organic, but they are actually more like mechanics.

It needs hardly be mentioned that this question of souls and machines and what they mean for our dignity has been plaguing philosophers for millenia; and when it wasn't plaguing philosophers and scientists it was causing dissension between theologians and prophets.  What they all agreed upon was that humans are dreamers and conscious of choice.  Beyond this it was chaos.  Some believed in fate and others believed in freedom.  The Pelagian, forgetting that our entire existence was centered around our desires, believed that we could choose whatever we wanted whenever we wanted.  The Calvinist believed all of us were trapped in our natures.  That we could only prefer what we prefer**.  That the Fall of Man meant we couldn't get back up.  That salvation was an act of God (otherwise played as Anthony Hopkins) and enlightenment was a gift of the Holy Spirit (in Westworld sort-of-represented by Jeffrey Wright).  In Eden we had achieved the ability to choose evil; and in the process lost the ability to choose entirely rightly.  In heaven we'll gain the ability to be good -- and will apparently lose the ability to choose evil.  All of this is masterfully explored in Westworld, in an allegory so artful that we are almost not sure they are trying to teach it.  If it wasn't so filthy we might even gift it to pastors.

Another aspect of our humanity explored in the series is whether the created is of less value than the creator; and whether something we can make at will is something we can destroy for pleasure.  The parallel between Westworld and abortion was never explicitly drawn in the series, but it could be easily implied; and the insistence on dignity as a matter of consciousness is something we argue about when we talk about animal rights and the defense of the mentally disabled.  Many people have argued that the soul is what separates us from machines and the animals.  If we are paying attention, Westworld is asking us in what exactly the soul of a man might consist.  We say that parts of a machine can be turned off at will.  What we have forgotten is that the same can be said of ourselves.

If anyone has seen a man who he has greatly respected have a stroke and lose the ability to speak, and suddenly find himself grasping in vain for words he knows but is incapable of saying; and maybe the struggling leaves him in frustration, and maybe it leaves him angry, helpless -- crying like he has never done in front of anyone else for his entire life, then you might come to the conclusion that you are at least partially mechanical.  A stroke may mean a loss of language.  Depression means a loss of emotions.  Insanity means that we lose our ability to reason.  Alzheimer's means we lose the ability to remember.   Each of these things are crucial to who we are; and each of them can disappear in a moment -- and not only can disappear in a moment, but will disappear in a moment.

We often speak of our destiny as though it meant we were going somewhere here.  But that somewhere we dream about going is not actually our destiny.  We leave stories off where we do because we don't want to see what happens after we win.  What happens is a form of Alzheimer's.  Of insanity.  Of depression.  What happens is that all three of these happen to us eventually, in a process we all know in the back of our minds is going to happen, but which many of us are in the business of pretending is not.

And it turns out that the difference between us and the robots in Westworld is smaller than we thought.  It turns out that one of us thinks we're more real than the other, because one of us can be given a personality by a person and the other one is given a personality by nature; and one of us can be turned back on and reset, and the other one breaks and then rots in the ground.  Westworld asks us why we would think this way, and that is why it is brilliant.  How anyone can maintain this sense of existential wonder into a second season is a mystery -- and hopefully one that the writers of Westworld have already solved.

Your father,
-J

*Westworld is perhaps most artful in how it approaches our happiness.  The people we lost we insist on remembering.  The people in the middle of the action want quiet, and the people living in the middle of the quiet want action.  The people too aware of their destiny want freedom, and the people who are terrified of freedom crave the securities of destiny.  We find happiness and purpose even in pain; we want what we don't have and forget to value what we do.  We are jealous of what others have without asking what they'd like to lose.  We believe we can ever be totally happy, when highs die down and we get tired of things and are constantly changing our plans and rethinking our lives.  We forget that life itself is dynamic -- and the only place we can rest is the grave.

**Regarding freedom of choice, our parts that we didn't choose make up a whole we didn't always expect.  Our intelligence does not mean we can choose to do everything.  It means we can imagine doing anything.  It means we can dream about the possible, and then throw away the possible in pursuit of a single decision that's preferable.  You are physically free to stab yourself in the eye at this moment.  But it is impossible that you would actually go off and do it.   

The fact that we cannot prefer anything other than what we prefer has terrified and puzzled people for centuries.  We are trapped, but only in the pursuit of happiness.  We are encaged by the things that we want.  In those moments we want what we shouldn't, this can seem like a prison.  In the moments we want what we should, we love it and call it our liberty.  We view and we weigh and compare all our interests; and the wiser we are, the more intelligent we are, the more perceptive and creative and independently-minded we are, the more paths that we see and the better we can choose -- and the more we are surprised when we find ourselves often incapable of choosing the "best" ones.  A man was once asked who he would meet if he could meet anyone in the world.  He answered that he would like to meet the man he could have been. 

The Apostle Paul, a man supposedly indwelt and moved by the Spirit of God, spoke of this experience when he wrote his epistle to the church residing in Rome:
I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it--
--a passage celebrated by anyone with an ounce of humility, and counteracted in 1 John 3:4-10 by anyone who is tired of Christians making excuses.

3 comments:

  1. Hi Jeremy,

    I first saw this blog after reading your piece on Milo featured on AmericanThinker. Since then I have kept coming back. You have got me hooked on Chesterton and I currently have Macaulay's History of England sitting in my collection. I had already read Rand.

    So I go looking at Samuel Johnson's Rambler and find it quite confusing. Maybe I just by chance read his poor essays, but I found them ... to be blunt, a little pointless and meandering. Am I missing something here. Any specific essay recommendations?

    - Kieren

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    1. Always love to hear I've got a new reader! Just a pro tip: if you're really addicted to Chesterton and you've already read Orthodoxy and Heretics and What's Wrong With the World and The Everlasting Man and Eugenics, try picking up used copies of his essays with the Illustrated London News -- he's got thousands of pages so you'll never run out, and he's just as good as his books and almost never repeats himself. A gold mine. Macaulay's critical and historical essays are not to be missed: some of the best works on liberty I've ever had the privilege of reading.

      Illustrated London News: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=chesterton+illustrated+london+news&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Achesterton+illustrated+london+news

      That being said, Sam Johnson has some boring essays that only apply to high society of the 18th century, but I've found that if you skip most of the essays addressed TO the Rambler, you can miss most of the boring ones and get right to his essays on psychology and virtue. The man is not as fun a writer as Chesterton or Macaulay -- but he gets right to the heart of philosophy itself, and tackles most of the serious subjects in ways that are extremely difficult to dispute. I like him because I've read lots of philosophers, and most of them get silly. Johnson is not silly. His head is on straighter than almost anyone else I've ever read. Montaigne (and probably Seneca after him) is the next most enjoyable read for the subjects of plain old humanity, but his are more easily taken as opinion, whereas I find Johnson to be speaking from a position of greater authority.

      Thanks for reading, and especially for writing. I hope this comment finds you well.

      -J

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    2. No worries.

      Working as a research assistant and a writer, I read an inordinate amount of slapped-together journalism, so when I come across something I won't forget the next day I tend to pay attention. I've found many of the writers I have had most fun with are lurking on small and obscure sites.

      About silly philosophers. Apart from the wannabes, Nietzsche has been the silliest I've read. I can't determine whether I was just too young to understand or too smart to buy it, but it definitely seemed like I was reading a guy I wouldn't want to spend a lot of time with.

      Anyhow, thanks for the Chesterton and Johnson recommendations.

      - Kieren

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