Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Sabean Genre

Your writer of pulp, in a desperate attempt to contribute verity, or perhaps vérité, to The Rabbit's Exile has chosen to place the story's provenance in a Silurian myth which a Jungian theorist suggested was a likely example of Freud's archaic remnant in Jung's collective unconscious. The smart arse might note this subtle introduction of the relationship between Freudian and Jungian ideas. Naturally enough the debate is wide ranging, but worth noting that a younger Jung did spend time exploring his idea of the collective unconscious amongst what he must have reckoned were the Simpler People of the western slopes of the Elgon Caldera.

 I guess too, there's an argument that might suggest our hero is more primitive than the average modern hero, his belief systems just a tad on the wacky side despite the surface, the pavement or the sidewalk if you prefer, of more recent iterations that have so smothered the purity, or the innocence of the ancients, who apparently never had need of health insurance or psychiatrists. The problem is, once a writer of pulp uses the word Myth to describe any explanation of the real, a ripping yarn no longer belongs to the Sabean Genre. And what ever which way you put it, reaching into a cathedral for affirmation of idea is a dastardly trick. But there's good news from Saint Barbara, theoretically 10 inch radius curves are possible without the nightmare of a Dog Pole Loop and without relocating The Oddfellow Hall. So I can cling to that for a bit.

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