Debate between artist and scientist.

Artist: Science is boring. It’s like constructing Lego. Darwin came up with the theory of evolution by bringing together many facts. How tedious this must have been! Art is much more exciting! It’s all about inspiration! It’s a venture into the unknown!

Scientist: You speak like an old-fashioned romanticist. Inspiration is a popular term to describe how neurons form connections that create a groundbreaking idea. We have it in science too. Remember the widely known Eureka? Archimedus exclaimed it when he discovered displacement.

Philosopher: Why do you need to be so dichotomic? Both scientists and artists experience inspirations.

Scientist: Artists are like monkeys in the zoo. They just imitate what they see, and unintended subjective distortions are taken for “shifts of paradigms”, “new ways of seeing the world”. People are like herds and artists are like meadows. For some time, audience consumes the artist. Gradually this becomes boring. The audience migrates to another meadow and neglects the artist. On the contrary, in science we raise fundamental questions, dare to investigate the depths of universe. It makes us immortal.

Artist: Oh, come on! Who needs to know that water consists of H2O molecules if one can just drink it?

Philosopher: Both art and science rise questions and look for answers. The only difference is in methodologies.

Scientist: What kind of methodologies do artists use? That’s absurd. It only makes sense if you confused “an artistic gift” with a methodology. People are either good in science or in art. Not both. These are mutually exclusive entities. Kids born with “innate talent” are generally uncapable of calculating 2 + 2.

Artist: Well, at least we are not imprisoned behind the bars of axioms, hypotheses, theories, algorithms and alike. We are people of feelings, not rationality. When we say that 2 + 2 equals 10, we shatter worldviews, challenge stereotypes, and encourage thinking outside of the box.

Philosopher: I have never seen a scientist without feelings… Creativity is the soil where trees with fruits both of science and art flourish. Arts and sciences stand on common grounds. Achievements within these realms are made due to hard labour and are equally remarkable. I would tell you, my dear friends, that every scientist is an artist and every artist is a scientist. Be free from the illusions of binary divisions, my dear disciples!

The use of hyperboles by Márquez in One hundred years of solitude

In this essay I will analyze the use of hyperboles by Márquez in his novel One hundred years of solitude in order to interpret what the author conveys about history of his home country Colombia. I will focus on exaggerations in representation of politics, technology, science and art in the key setting of the novel, Macondo, that represents Colombia. I will argue that by means of hyperboles Márquez communicates the distress about purposeless fights for power or wealth and generally out of pride. I will mobilize Marxist approach to argue that according to the novel internal struggles make communities vulnerable to degrading influences of capitalism. Furthermore, I will use post-colonialist approach to show that Márquez by means of exaggeration depicts Western technology as a medium that introduces capitalism into Macondo. The writer also criticizes science for the sake of acquiring knowledge and art for the sake of art rather than for doing common good.

To begin with, the exaggerated description of the rivalry between Conservatists and Liberalists emphasizes absurdity of this civil war that makes society susceptible to later exploitation by banana company. For example, Márquez writes that “Colonel Aureliano Buendía fought thirty-two civil wars and lost them all” (Márquez 197). The hyperbolized nature of this statement is apparent: there was only one armed conflict between Conservatives and Liberalists that received the name The War of Thousand Days and lasted from 1899 until 1903 (Britannica). The exaggeration evokes a feeling of bitter irony about the fact that someone could be so persistent in a mission doomed for failure. Moreover, the hesitation that one of Colonel’s political advisors speaks out: “for almost twenty years we’ve been fighting against the sentiments of the nation” (Márquez 86) additionally reinforces the illogicality of internal struggle. Another hyperbolized account that depicts absurdity of civil war is the fact that Colonel Aureliano Buendía survives a “dose of nux vomica strong enough to kill a horse” (70). Colonel epitomizes Liberalism because Colombian Liberal Party “represented coffee plantation owners” (Britannica) and Aureliano Buendía likes coffee without sugar and drinks a lot of it: “his mugs of coffee at five in the morning” (Márquez 107). The exaggeration of his survivability shows the insoluble nature of the conflict. Neither Conservative, nor Liberalist ideology concedes the arena of popular minds, and thus their rivalry is irrational because no side can ever win. This idea is also conveyed through the fact that weapons of unknown origin bring down both Liberalists and Conservatives throughout the novel. For example, murderers of Colonel’s sons are never found: “someone in the crowd who was never identified fired a revolver shot” (119). Captain Aquiles Ricardo, a Conservative, “was brought down by two simultaneous bullets whose origin was never established” (79). According to my interpretation, these bullets symbolize futility of ideological struggle since people are deprived of agency and a mysterious force assigns victories.

The hyperboles deployed to convey the purposelessness of social divisions lead to the climax of the novel, which is the exaggerated account of destruction brought by the arrival of banana company. It extracts resources from Macondo and leaves it in ruins. While discussing the way in which Márquez depicts the introduction of capitalism into Macondo, I will include historic accounts of events that served as basis. Banana company that arrives in Macondo is drawn from United Fruit Company, an American corporation. In One hundred years of solitude it becomes an epitome of destructive imperialist capitalism. I will prove it by drawing attention to the following details about the company. It uses dishonest methods to maximize its profits: “the scrip system was a way for the company to finance its fruit ships” (147). Also, the workers are exploited and left powerless: “terrible working conditions” (147). Márquez depicts capitalists as hyperbolically inhumane:

     because the child accidentally bumped into a corporal of police and spilled the drink on his uniform, the barbarian cut him to pieces with his machete

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Furthermore, when the citizens of Macondo protest against exploitation, the United Fruit Company persuades the Conservative government to stop riots by force. The army gathers a large crowd of people with a pretext that authorities will arrive and offer compromise. Instead, the soldiers open fire and murder three thousand people. Then the bodies are loaded on the train and taken to the sea. The train has “almost two hundred freight cars and a locomotive at either end and a third one in the middle” (150). This exaggerated description emphasizes the horror of capitalist system. Another criticism of capitalism is ingrained into the hyperbole of a rain that lasted for four years. Márquez says that one of founders of banana company, Mr. Brown, “unleashed the storm” and that “it rained for four years, eleven months, and two days”. After that “Macondo was in ruins” (154). Mobilizing Marxist approach, I argue that this description alludes to the long-term negative consequences of exploitation. It is possible to assume that the metaphor of destruction refers to the economic collapse that happened in Colombia during the Great Depression when the prices of exports fell (Britannica). Márquez blames capitalism for the downfall because under this system of exploitation people were deprived from creativity and could not easily recover when exports of coffee and banana ceased.

Capitalism, together with destruction of native culture, are brought into Macondo by Western technology and its exaggerated description emphasizes its large-scale impacts on Macondo. For example, when the train first arrived, “the town was shaken by a whistle with a fearful echo and a loud, panting respiration” (111). This description by evoking anxiety foreshadows the decline of Macondo due to capitalist exploitation. Exaggerated nature of the account further reinforces the large-scale nature of capitalist impact. Also, Western technology is used to eliminate magic that has always been part of life in Macondo. For example, when José Arcadio died, there was a strong smell of powder coming from his corpse that could not be extinguished. Only the engineers from the banana company succeeded in liquidating the smell by covering “the grave over with a shell of concrete” (69). This victory of science over magic symbolizes the death of national believes in supernatural powers.

Hyperbolized description of scientific paths pursued by four philosophical figures in the novel – José Arcadio Buendía, Aureliano Segundo, José Arcadio Segundo, Aureliano Babilonia – emphasizes its uselessness since it cannot save Macondo from destruction. From post-colonial perspective enchantment with exotic knowledge, pursuit of omniscience through the pathways opened by globalization makes households unstable and unhappy. Similarly, Aureliano Buendía’s art fails to obtain social significance. I will start with considering the philosophers and then discuss the artist. Márquez writes about José Arcadio Buendía’s exaggerated passion for science:

      That spirit of social initiative disappeared in a short time, pulled away by the fever of the magnets, the astronomical calculations, the dreams of transmutation, and the urge to discover the wonders of the world.

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This description suggests that prioritization of entirely intangible dreams over social obligations impedes the development of Macondo. Eventually José Arcadio Buendía loses his sanity after “he connected the mechanism of the clock to a mechanical ballerina”. Once again Márquez uses hyperbole to emphasize how ridiculous this pursuit of useless discoveries was:

     That discovery excited him much more than any of his other harebrained undertakings. He stopped eating. He stopped sleeping.

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Yet other examples are stories of José Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Babilonia who spend most of their lives deciphering Melquíades’ parchments that are written in Sanskrit, “the private cipher of the Emperor Augustus and <…> a Lacedemonian military code” (200). When Aureliano Babilonia succeeds in understanding that the parchments describe the history of his family, Macondo gets destroyed by the strong wind. It is hard to believe that two men would devote their lives to learning foreign languages, however, this hyperbole emphasizes that “knowledge in itself is useless without action” (Deaver 10). Now I will discuss the artist. Aureliano Buendía writes poetry during the civil wars only to burn the whole trunk filled with it in a fire. He says: ““They’re things that a person writes to himself”” (Márquez 89). Also, since youth, Colonel creates gold fishes. However, in the end of his life they start to be collected as relics, and he stops to manufacture new fishes. In my opinion, Aureliano Buendía’s failure to serve a higher social purpose with his art leads to his death as an artist.

To conclude, in my view, Márquez’ One hundred years of solitude by means of using hyperboles evokes bitter irony about the purposeless confrontation between Conservative and Liberal parties that made Macondo uncapable to resist exploitation by capitalists. Since it is an allegoric description of Colombian history, it also cautions against repeating the absurdity of civil war in the future. Exaggerations also evoke fear of inhumane behaviors, such as banana massacre, propelled by capitalism. The novel laments the fact that Colombia is becoming increasingly Westernized by adopting capitalism, technologies, sciences and does not follow its own path of development. Márquez criticizes atomization of society by ridiculing the acquisition of knowledge that cannot sustain lives and creation of art that does not serve any significant purpose.

 

Works-Cited

Clemente Garavito, William Paul McGreevey and Others. “Conservative-Liberal Struggle, 1840-80.”Encyclopædia Britannica. Web. 13.03.2019 <https://www.britannica.com/place/Colombia/Conservative-Liberal-struggle-1840-80>.

Deaver, William O. “Cien años de soledad: The Critique of Sophism and Pseudo-Science.” Theory in Action 6.1 (2013): 8-28. CrossRef. Web.

Marques, Gabriel Garcia. One hundered years of solitude. A division of The Hearst Corporation 105 Madison Avenue New York, New York 10016: Avon Books, 1967. Print.

The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica. “The War of a Thousand Days.” Encyclopædia Britannica. Web. 13.03.2019 <https://www.britannica.com/event/The-War-of-a-Thousand-Days>

Waiting in vain

The events in Gabriel García Márquez’ novella No one writes to the Colonel take place in a particular town in Columbia and in a definite time period, autumn 60 years after The War of Thousand Days. Despite of this, all readers can relate to the phenomenon of purposeless waiting depicted in the novella. In my opinion, this phenomenon is skillfully portrayed through plot and illustrative details that evoke a feeling of resistance.

The novella portrays several months from the life of a retired colonel and his wife who are waiting for pensions to arrive, hoping that the money will elevate them from poverty. They also hope that their cock will win a cockfight and bring them wealth. The space in novella is divided between the internal world of the colonel and his wife’s house and the external world of post office, the lawyer’s office, the politician’s office, pit for cockfights. The internal world is filled with purposeless conversations, such as about how bad October is and indications of unbearable poverty: the colonel “lacked a mirror for a long time”. The external world is filled with irony from the postmaster about colonel’s confidence that pension will arrive – “The only thing that comes for sure is death”. Another reality of external world is corruption – “That retirement law has been a lifetime pension for lawyers”. When the colonel attempts to interact with the external world, he is uncapable of taking agency to achieve happiness and instead chooses to tolerate suffering. When he has an opportunity to sell the cock to one of rich people in the town, he fails to bargain a satisfying cost and keeps the cock despite of having no food left in the house. He chooses to wait in vain for miracles.

I believe that the plot as a depiction of a period from life, without definite beginning and end, together with vivid descriptions of poverty inspire on reflection about the interactions between internal and external world and leave with a question whether agency is possible in any circumstances.

Eleven stolen heads

Madina Abdullaeva is a fourth-year Uzbekistani student in university X in country Y. She is pursuing her degree in Engineering. In mid-October she learns about a university competition and decides to take part in it.

“Do you have any ideas?” her friend of Y nationality asks her.

“Yes! A robot that detects racist attitude in people. It warns about it,” Madina replies with a strong Uzbek accent, “It regularly scans humans’ brains… It’s trained to recognize racism…hmmm… what type of brain activity correlates it!” her eyes are shining.

“Sounds cool!”

The countdown towards the competition begins. On the first day Madina shuts up in the apartment that she rents. She starts research that lasts all day and all evening. Her friends send her a message calling out for dinner. Madina does not reply. She is focused on the work and her phone is on Do Not Disturb mode. Her friends shrug and go to the café without Madina.

While they are enjoying sushi and milkshakes and sharing lighthearted laughs, Madina’s fingers are moving non-stop across the keyboard. Her eyes are attentively scanning the screen. In the same way eyes of a dog who is waiting for its owner are scanning people who exist a shop. When the owner appears, the dog’s eyes flash with happiness. Similarly, Madina’s eyes widen with joy when she comes across a good idea.

On the second day Madina can only talk about her findings. When she joins her friends of Y nationality at lunch, she speaks for half of an hour about medial frontal gyrus, right putamen, medial insula and the complexity of their interactions that produce unobjective hatred between people. She also delves into the realm of machine learning and outlines how a robot will be taught to identify hatred caused by racial stereotypes.

At first, Madina’s friends are attentively looking at the girl who is sitting in front of the plate with steaming rice and who is gesturing in an agitated manner. Gradually as they finish their meals, they start to wonder if anyone else will have opportunity to speak and share their news. As last drops of hope evaporate, guys and girls start leaving the table one by one. In the end, Madina is left alone with the riсe that cooled down on the plastic plate and the speech that is still carrying on in her mind.

Over the course of the next days, Madina can be seen in a café, or in the library, or in an empty classroom. While her locations around university change, her clothes – a sky blue sweater, black jeans and colorful snickers – remain unaltered. She invariably buries herself among piles of papers with designs and notes. Madina skips meals to save time and her eyes are shining with passion.

“You’re going crazy!” her friend of Y nationality tells her, “Just relax!”

No one among Abdullaeva’s opponents puts so much effort into their work. Jim Brown of Y nationality brags that he will spend just one hour on the presentation. He is a tall muscular guy who goes to the gym regularly. He is remarkable for having biceps that are larger than his head. “Improvisation is the key! I’m greater than the scum that surrounds me!” he proclaims among the circle of his close friends. When just one week until the day of competition is left, Jim Brown is still seen lifting weights in the gym in the afternoons and drinking beer with his friends in the evenings.

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It takes Madina 10 hours to put together her presentation.

“Could you, please, review my speech and correct grammar mistakes?” Madina asks one of her friends of Y nationality.

“Yeah, go ahead,” the friend replies lazily and does not look up from the screen of the MacBook with charts for Mathematics class.

Madina and her friend are in the library. When Madina starts her presentation in a low quiet voice, people around look at her with comprehension. One girl packs her things in an annoyed manner and changes the seat.

“Yeah, it’s Okay,” Madina’s friend comments in the end of the talk with indifference and continues compiling graphs.

Madina’s blissful heart jumps from her chest into her throat. Her grammar is approved by a native speaker! Wow!

“Thank you so much!” Madina exclaims, peering into her friends’ emotionless face with her faithful eyes as brown as a beagle’s.

“Shhhh! Please, be quiet!” someone nearby hisses with irritation.

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On the next day Madina’s heart is bouncing while she is waiting for the meeting with her supervisor. The professor is still busy reviewing the presentation of another student. 5 minutes pass… 10 minutes pass… Madina starts to look at her watches more often. She even opens Google Calendar and checks the time of her appointment. Everything is right. Eventually, half of an hour late, the student walks out of the classroom. It is Jim Brown. His chin is high up and he is grinning triumphantly.

“He has just made the whole presentation for me!” Jim whispers into Madina’s ear and winks at her.

Madina’s stomach shrinks, her nose crinkles, and she frowns. That’s unfair! Her mind is screaming inside her head. However, she suppresses this exclamation and lets Jim pass by. As Madina enters the room of the supervisor, the following thoughts are flashing in her head: I’d love him to give extensive critique, but no intervention. I’ll do everything myself!  

After Abdullaeva finishes her presentation, the professor just nods and says: “It’s Okay, Madina. Good job. Good luck!”

Madina leaves the office with her head lowered. Her lips are drooping and shaking. There is a tight knot in her throat. She stares at the world with her big tear-soaked eyes, while her stomach is shrinking more and more. Then everything inside her succumbs to this process of shrinking until she becomes as tiny and helpless as an ant.

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On the last day before the competition Madina is resting in the armchair for the first time in three weeks. She is reading her favorite book and listening to the melancholic melody of rain outside. Suddenly she hears a noise. Her heart falls into her feet. Someone is walking from the kitchen towards her room. Oh, my God! Madina is shaking and hopelessly reaches for her phone but cannot grab it because there is no power in her trembling cold fingers.

“Who is here?” she screams.

No response… The steps cease for a moment… Boom, boom, boom – Madina’s heart is ready to burst in her chest.

Then the steps resume, and she cries out when she sees a skeleton. It is covered in spiders that are weaving webs in its eye sockets and around its bones. It is holding a dead peacock in curved phalanges of its right hand. The peacock has died recently for the colours of its tail are fading away in a rapid succession. The left arm is squeezing a black bag that is filled with some round objects the size of human head. Voices remarkable for their purely Y country’s English accents are heard from inside the bag: “Hey, Madina. What’s up?”, “We’re making Y great again!” Suddenly the skeleton drops both the peacock and the bag, bends its knees, makes a salto and turns into a wolf. The wolf howls and charges Madina to rip her chest apart.

“Oh, my God!” Madina screams and awakens from the nightmare covered in cold sweat and breathless.

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It is Madina’s time to present. She walks on the stage and faces twelve judges – professors of X university. One of them has been to almost every country in the world. Another has volunteered for Human Rights Watch organization. The third speaks with the accent of Italian community in country Y. The fourth is involved into providing help to refugees. The fifth objects against the Trump wall. The sixth has an intercultural marriage. The seventh wears a kippah. The eighth gave a talk in Silicon Valley. The ninth contributes to the research on the Universal Basic Income. The tenth is an animal rights activist. The eleventh is dedicated to the problem of climate change. The twelfth is unremarkable.  

Abdullaeva has about three minutes to prepare. She is feeling butterflies in her stomach. Madina connects her laptop to projector, opens her presentation, occasionally glances at the audience and gasps… The twelfth professor has transformed into a skeleton from her nightmare. It is walking among the rows, cutting off the heads of other professors. Every head that falls on the table is collected and replaced with the head from the black bag. The neck and the new head attach perfectly. All the heads look identical. No one notices the crime of head stealing. Madina starts flickering and itching her eyes to get rid of the illusion. However, it does not go away, even after the head of the last victim is stolen.

Then Madina is asked by the moderator to start her presentation. Throughout her whole speech she is staring at the impudent skeleton that is sitting beside the eleventh victim. The skeleton is smiling encouragingly. When Madina finishes, the black bag with stolen heads explodes with screams: “Bravo! The idea is great! Madina Abdullaeva deserves the first place!” Madina bows and can not suppress a happy smile. As she leaves the stage, the skeleton vanishes in the thin air and the ovation fades away.

After an hour, Madina and other participants of the competition are informed that the prize was given to Jim Brown who forgot the words in the middle of his talk. Jim jumps up from his chair, claps his hands, and shows victory signs with his hands.   

Madina runs out from the hall and locks herself in the bathroom. She bursts into tears and weeps uncontrollably. She falls to her knees, her head is squeezed between her arms, her shoulders are jumping up and down. After an hour of shedding tears, she stands up and looks in the mirror at her red puffy eyes. She turns on the tap and starts washing her hot face with cool water. Then she starts staring at the vortex created by water flowing down the sink. This endless process of disappearance echoes her despair. Almost a quarter of an hour passes before she rises her eyes. The mirror reflects the skeleton behind her. It is smiling triumphantly.