In the original epic tale of Beowulf, Grendel, one of the primary antagonists, was regarded as nothing more as a monster to be slain by the mighty hero Beowulf. Depicted in the epic as beast-like and inhuman as possible, very few redeeming qualities are afforded to Grendel. However in John Gardner's Grendel, we see a much more human side of the so-called beast. Compared to how Grendel is depicted in the classic tale, John Gardner's novel shows a much more intelligent creature who is capable of thinking and feeling as much as any human. The novel follows Grendel throughout several stages of his life leading up to his fateful encounter with Beowulf. Initially, Grendel is curious and fascinated with the human world, but that interest soon turns into disgust has he discovers mankind's inclination towards violence. As an outsider, Grendel observes the humans as they begin to settle and cultivate land, as well as pillage and murder. Because no one else is able to communicate with Grendel other than the Dragon, Grendel is isolated and must determine the meaning of his own existence. Even Grendel's mother is unable to orally communicate with him, leaving Grendel in a constant state of loneliness, with nothing but his own thoughts to occupy him. Grendel is constantly left to his own devices, forced to discover what it means to share such a violent world with other beings. To that end, he seeks the council of his only friend the Dragon whom shapes the former's personality. Because of the Dragon's long life span and through countless millennia of observation, it has come to conclusion that humans are nothing more than another sheep or bird that will soon die out. Nothing humans create will ever last, and that all things will come to an end. After the visit, Grendel is left with a much more cynical view of life and humanity in general, believing that humans are just horribly violent animals who communicate with each other. Despite initially trying to communicate with the humans, Grendel quickly abandons this line tactic when they attack him out of fear. Grendel instead retreats back into the shadows and continues to observe the humans, including the way treat one another. While humans as a whole disgust him, Grendel is still interested in the habits of humans and the way they think, not unlike watching an animal in a zoo. However, this all comes to ahead when Beowulf arrives to hunt down Grendel, who had been preying on other humans like they prey on themselves. Beowulf could be described as almost inhuman as Grendel, depicted as cold, mechanical and sadistic. Beowulf also begins to whisper to Grendel, echoing the Dragon's own words about how everything dies, but instead insists that all things will be reborn after death. Grendel's final, violent moments were not those of a beast, but as a man. Desperately trying to cling to life, while at the same time knowing that death was inevitable, Grendel's life was filled with more humanity than Beowulf's ever was. Grendel may have born a monster, but he died as a man as a result giving in to the same violent urges.
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Monday, February 22, 2016
If You Say So, then So Be It
"If you say I am the monster, I will become the monster."
It amazes me to see a character transform into something they've always been perceived as. The capacity to change is left behind in breaking nihilism, and all shred of rational thought is replaced with destructive glee. Whatever they were before is gone. All that is left is a shell. The monster.
It's almost as if they embrace the opposite of Nietzsche's advice, and do become the monsters they fight. I can name off a few characters that follow this, and embrace this odd train of thought. Despite their media and their train, they all carry the horrible burdens of being painted into corners.
Lucy.
She was born a Diclonius, a highly evolved "human", in a time of severe unrest from several of her "kind" being discovered. Small horns on her head resembling cat ears. An ability to control energy and manipulate it in the form of arms. It was no wonder she was treated so horribly as a child. Bullied, ignored, orphaned. Yet, she tried to stay positive in a world that viewed her as the monster. Tried to stay upbeat, and wanting to be friends with everyone. As any child would.
The real monsters were the young boys who constantly picked on her. Pulled her hair. Called her a "demon". Brutally killed the puppy she had hid in the orphanage in front of her. She instantly became distraught. Shaken. How could somebody who looked like her contain so much capacity to kill? To be brutal?
She made a decision then. Humans? Not worth the effort after all. Never would be. If they wanted her to kill and ravage their bodies, then she'd willingly stab a pen through bullet proof armor. Tear off the head of an intern in her government capture facility. Even torture a young boy by killing his family in front of him in a moving train.
Gamzee Makara.
A troll born on a planet of hemospectric classes. Royal by birth, but always acting like the doofus. Wanting peace between his friends. Of course, that does warrant some sort of hatred to him, right? Because he's supposed to be something of a "goof", right? Because he liked clowns? Those creepy guys who wear face-paint and rap horribly?
Sure his father figure was never around, and he was always ingesting a toxic substance that made him see "miracles" and "rainbows", but that may or may not have really been "him", right? Because, he's harmless. A clown. A Juggalo. Did his friends have the right to ignore him when he was in the Land of Tents and Mirth? Or when he was in the lab with them? Or, even before, when they bad-mouthed him?
Was he aware? Did he mind?
He never seemed to. Until he ran out of his substance. He went dry. Sobered up real quick. And saw through the guise. He saw the looks on the faces of his troll "brothers" and "sisters". They weren't ones of mirth - they were of pain and suffering. Of fear of him. Because deep down, they knew. Oh, they knew all along.
So, he decided to rationalize that fear. And became the Bard of his, and everyone's, Rage.
It amazes me to see a character transform into something they've always been perceived as. The capacity to change is left behind in breaking nihilism, and all shred of rational thought is replaced with destructive glee. Whatever they were before is gone. All that is left is a shell. The monster.
It's almost as if they embrace the opposite of Nietzsche's advice, and do become the monsters they fight. I can name off a few characters that follow this, and embrace this odd train of thought. Despite their media and their train, they all carry the horrible burdens of being painted into corners.
Lucy.
| Lucy the Diclonius from "Elfen Lied". A real "killer queen". |
The real monsters were the young boys who constantly picked on her. Pulled her hair. Called her a "demon". Brutally killed the puppy she had hid in the orphanage in front of her. She instantly became distraught. Shaken. How could somebody who looked like her contain so much capacity to kill? To be brutal?
She made a decision then. Humans? Not worth the effort after all. Never would be. If they wanted her to kill and ravage their bodies, then she'd willingly stab a pen through bullet proof armor. Tear off the head of an intern in her government capture facility. Even torture a young boy by killing his family in front of him in a moving train.
Gamzee Makara.
| Gamzee Makara from "Homestuck". His HONK is far worse than his clubbing . . . then again, it may be even. |
Sure his father figure was never around, and he was always ingesting a toxic substance that made him see "miracles" and "rainbows", but that may or may not have really been "him", right? Because, he's harmless. A clown. A Juggalo. Did his friends have the right to ignore him when he was in the Land of Tents and Mirth? Or when he was in the lab with them? Or, even before, when they bad-mouthed him?
Was he aware? Did he mind?
He never seemed to. Until he ran out of his substance. He went dry. Sobered up real quick. And saw through the guise. He saw the looks on the faces of his troll "brothers" and "sisters". They weren't ones of mirth - they were of pain and suffering. Of fear of him. Because deep down, they knew. Oh, they knew all along.
So, he decided to rationalize that fear. And became the Bard of his, and everyone's, Rage.
And now, Grendel.
| Grendel. The subtle example of how society morphs monsters into being. |
A sad, hairy little creature that sprung up from Biblical myth, and slowly wormed his way into the likes of Beowulf. Hunched over, abject, marvelously gorey, a hideous mother and backstory, and an aversion to songs of holy subject: everything that needs to be combined to make a monster.
And yet, he is never truly seen as a "monster" in Grendel by John Garner. Why evoke empathy to a creature who has a face only his similarly monstrous mother could love? Why feel anything for a being like him?
Because he was treated and forced to fit into the mold of "monster".
When Grendel is stuck between the two trees in the countryside, not only is he distraught over his mother not coming to his aid, but also to being judged by humans. He is called "a growth of some kind" by the humans, and later subjected to their inaccurate classifications of him being "some kind of oak tree spirit" (pages 24 and 25).
The crooked movements, the onslaught of insinuations, the ridicule were all enough to make him shout, scaring them. His initial meetings with humans reached him deeply, and his following shouts of them being crazy started to cement his ideas of humans. Wretched and suspicious creatures, with an idiotic mentality towards resources and gold.
Grendel soon found meaning and beauty in the songs of the Shaper in Hrothgar's hall. His words melted the heart of the young and resilient Grendel, and brought out new questions of an almost alien nature. He is found to question his role in the world, to possibly befriend or become someone else. If he had stayed this way . . .
The Shaper's later words of Grendel being a part of "the terrible race God cursed" were enough to send him spiraling (page 51). A cursed race. The one who had slain Cain. And he believed him. "Such was the power of the Shaper's harp!" (page 51). Grendel was overcome and distraught within seconds, and placed into a corner. Never could he really see himself reside in human company.
Never could he play the part of the Hero. He was cut and shaped into the form of a "monster" through the eyes of a society that he barely knew about, and barely understood. He does break into the Meadhall to try and beg for forgiveness, for mercy, but is met with . . . less than favorable results.
His encounter with the dragon also proves to force him back into the mold of being the villain. The dragon, while teaching the young Grendel his piece on nihilism and humans in general, is quick to cut down the hairy creature. The dragon, on suspicion of him not listening, states that nothing excites Grendel more than "excitement, violence" (page 67). Of course the younger beast cuts back roughly. The dragon's rebuttal?
One of sheer knowledge. As if he is aware of the outcome of their meeting, and of Grendel's life. The dragon then says this: "Ah, Grendel! You improve them, my boy! . . . You stimulate them! You make them think and scheme. . . . You are, so to speak, the brute existent by which they learn to define themselves. The exile, captivity, death they shrink from - ... that's what you make them recognize, embrace!" (page 73).
The one thing they chose to define themselves as. Humans had made him out to be the villain so someone else could step up and be the hero. Grendel had been in existence with humans long before he was fully aware, and was already worn into place. Into something he himself had no control over. His feelings, his actions, his life all became a product of what someone called "monstrous" or "demonic".
He did set out to stop this sort of "silly notion". To become something else than a monster. Alas, human nature does not sway so easily. He arrived in the meadhall of Hrothgar once more, but was ambushed and felt the excitement of killing all too easily. He found enjoyment in what he considered once to be something almost trivial. Barbaric.
He became the monster he was made out to be.
And yet, he is never truly seen as a "monster" in Grendel by John Garner. Why evoke empathy to a creature who has a face only his similarly monstrous mother could love? Why feel anything for a being like him?
Because he was treated and forced to fit into the mold of "monster".
When Grendel is stuck between the two trees in the countryside, not only is he distraught over his mother not coming to his aid, but also to being judged by humans. He is called "a growth of some kind" by the humans, and later subjected to their inaccurate classifications of him being "some kind of oak tree spirit" (pages 24 and 25).
The crooked movements, the onslaught of insinuations, the ridicule were all enough to make him shout, scaring them. His initial meetings with humans reached him deeply, and his following shouts of them being crazy started to cement his ideas of humans. Wretched and suspicious creatures, with an idiotic mentality towards resources and gold.
Grendel soon found meaning and beauty in the songs of the Shaper in Hrothgar's hall. His words melted the heart of the young and resilient Grendel, and brought out new questions of an almost alien nature. He is found to question his role in the world, to possibly befriend or become someone else. If he had stayed this way . . .
The Shaper's later words of Grendel being a part of "the terrible race God cursed" were enough to send him spiraling (page 51). A cursed race. The one who had slain Cain. And he believed him. "Such was the power of the Shaper's harp!" (page 51). Grendel was overcome and distraught within seconds, and placed into a corner. Never could he really see himself reside in human company.
Never could he play the part of the Hero. He was cut and shaped into the form of a "monster" through the eyes of a society that he barely knew about, and barely understood. He does break into the Meadhall to try and beg for forgiveness, for mercy, but is met with . . . less than favorable results.
His encounter with the dragon also proves to force him back into the mold of being the villain. The dragon, while teaching the young Grendel his piece on nihilism and humans in general, is quick to cut down the hairy creature. The dragon, on suspicion of him not listening, states that nothing excites Grendel more than "excitement, violence" (page 67). Of course the younger beast cuts back roughly. The dragon's rebuttal?
One of sheer knowledge. As if he is aware of the outcome of their meeting, and of Grendel's life. The dragon then says this: "Ah, Grendel! You improve them, my boy! . . . You stimulate them! You make them think and scheme. . . . You are, so to speak, the brute existent by which they learn to define themselves. The exile, captivity, death they shrink from - ... that's what you make them recognize, embrace!" (page 73).
The one thing they chose to define themselves as. Humans had made him out to be the villain so someone else could step up and be the hero. Grendel had been in existence with humans long before he was fully aware, and was already worn into place. Into something he himself had no control over. His feelings, his actions, his life all became a product of what someone called "monstrous" or "demonic".
He did set out to stop this sort of "silly notion". To become something else than a monster. Alas, human nature does not sway so easily. He arrived in the meadhall of Hrothgar once more, but was ambushed and felt the excitement of killing all too easily. He found enjoyment in what he considered once to be something almost trivial. Barbaric.
He became the monster he was made out to be.
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| The Joker had a similar metamorphosis. Except he also took a toxic waste bath. |
Beowulf or Archangel?
As we all know Beowulf is a war hero that withstood the fierce strength of many monsters that is until the Dragon came along but I guess you could call it a tie since they both perished. To me Beowulf resembles the great Archangel Michael. Archangel meaning chief of the angels. Some characteristics that they share in common are bravery, leadership, honor and loyalty.
Beowulf’s many characteristics are mostly shown in the mead hall or during a fight. A great example of a characteristic that is demonstrated a lot throughout the book is loyalty. A really good example of it is when he arrives at lord Hygelac’s palace and gives the king all the gifts he received from Hrothgar. Truth be told I would’ve kept it all but this is about Beowulf so we shall continue to talk about the great hero’s deeds and characteristics. Not only was Beowulf a great hero but he was also a great leader commanding the Geats.
As we compare Michael the
archangel to Beowulf we see how they are both brave in situations that most of
us would’ve backed out off. In Jude 1:9 Michael actually rebuked the devil, I
mean who would ever in their right mind dare to do such a thing. As we can see
he a brave and courageous person/heavenly being. Granted they both might be a little
crazy for doing things most of us wouldn’t do but that’s what it means to
actually be hero.
“Even the archangel Michael, when he was disputing with the devil about the body of Moses, did not himself dare to condemn him for slander but said, “The Lord rebuke you!” Jude 9:1
The resemblance between Michael’s
story and Beowulf’s is astonishing they are almost both exactly the same except
for a few differences here and there. We can compare them both actually and see
how they differ. Beowulf serves Hygelac and is loyal to him while Michael is
loyal to the Lord, they both have many encounters against evil, and they both
actually fought a dragon. In Revelation 12:7-12 Michael and his angels fought
with against Satan that was in form of a dragon.
“And war broke out in heaven: Michael
and his angels fought with the dragon; and the dragon and his angels fought,
but they did not prevail nor was a place found for them in heaven any longer”.
Rev 12:7-12
Lastly as the Geats and Danes
would say "Worship and glory belong forever to the eternal King, the
immortal, invisible, and only God. Amen" 1 Timothy 1:17
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