Posts Tagged ‘Diana Wynne Jones

07
Jul
09

Magic as science (Science as magic)

Thoughts from the Diana Wynne Jones Conference 2009

On Saturday 4th July, Helgard Fischer, a microbiologist who has qualifications in International Relations, and for whom English Literature is also a passion (do I hear a … ‘polymath’?) talked about the scientific nature of magic in DWJ’s Year of the Griffin, which is set inside a university for magical studies.

She pointed out the necessity of scientific knowledge and logical thinking to successful magical creation. Wizard Derk creates hybrid and adapted or mutated creatures, such as his griffin children, made using his own and his wife’s DNA, who talk and think like humans, but whose bodies are nonetheless half lion, half eagle. In order to do this Derk needs an understanding of zygotes, enzymes, etc. We are not quite sure where he learns this; but it is knowledge he has, and without it, his magic would be unsuccessful. He cannot create a griffin child simply by wanting to, he first has to understand, scientifically-and-magically, how.

Similarly his wife’s miniature universes rely on her understanding of physical and biological laws in order to construct replicas, or, more impressively yet, replicas-with-imaginative-modifications, of the universe. Once again this is not something she is able to do without a high level of scientific understanding’ the laws of gravity and motion, and in the case of construction of miniature cities, of human biology, ecology, architecture, etc. In fact, this requires the scientific knowledge of a god.

This was compared, by another attendee, to magic in Harry Potter. In The Year of the Griffin the teaching of magic is critiqued, and DWJ raises the importance of learning theory alongside practical magic. In Harry Potter, by contrast, there seems to be no theory of magic, or certainly not one which is learned. Learning magic is a process of rote-learning ‘tricks’ and spells, which accumulate over the course of one’s education. There is no apparent university post-Hogwarts (if there was one, it seems certain we would have heard tell of it from Hermione at least), and this perhaps reflects the fact that there is no room, or no perceived room (by JK and/or the wizarding community), for analysis, experimentation, creation, or even criticism, in magic.

That is no to say that there is no creation or logical thinking in magic use in the Harry Potter universe. Being an effective magic user seems not just about being able to use a spell correctly, but by thinking of the best spell, sequence of spells, or magical method, to overcome a problem or achieve a goal. This is most aptly demonstrated in the Triwizard Tournament, where each contestant must think of the most efficient way of achieving their ends using what magical knowledge they have. Thus, in order to breathe underwater, two contestants use the Bubblehead Charm, Krum transfigures his head into that of a shark, and Harry swallows gillyweed, each of these methods drawing on a different area of magical expertise, and enabling their candidates to complete the task with varying degrees of success.

Nor is the creation of magic impossible. As we see clearly in Half Blood Prince, Snape has not only adapted potions to make them more potent – something we can imagine as akin to adapting recipes, through individual taste and experimentation – but he has invented spells himself. Voldemort, similarly, invents the spell that makes him immortal in Goblet of Fire. In either case invention serves as a force for bad, which is somewhat disheartening. My sense is that, in Harry’s world, most of the spells that need to be invented, have been, especially the good ones. All that’s left to do is to think of new and ever more horrible ways of hurting your enemies. I seem to remember that the jellylegs curse can be found in a book that advertises itself by the fact that it contains ‘new’ ways of getting at your enemy (it is curious that its readers are assumed to have an enemy at all; but that, perhaps, is a subject for another time). This introduces the idea that spells do get created (or perhaps recreated) and even go through stages of fashionableness.

In either case, inventing magic is seen as an extra; something only clever (and, usually, cruel) magicians do, but which is so uncommon a pursuit among witches and wizards that Hogwarts doesn’t see fit to teach it.

In The Fentons I have explicitly treated magic as an aspect of science; it is an everyday part of a modern world, and it seems logical that the people in that world would have sought to find out how it works as much as we have sort to find out how electricity works, and the body, and space, and gravity. If you know anything about quantum physics you’ll know it’s pretty bizarre, and doesn’t make sense by ‘common sense’  laws. And although we can try to work out how it works, without allowing for some sort of higher being, we can’t know why. And, even then, we can’t account for the why of the higher being, so all in all we’re stumped.

On a more mundane level, it has long being pointed out that modern technology such as TV (moving pictures in boxes with voices?) and the internet (being able to talk to anyone, any where, any time, instantly?) are pretty much magical; certainly would appear magical to someone time travelling from even 100 years ago.

Besides which, science hasn’t explained everything. The brain, consciousness, thought, free will (or not) are things we still don’t understand, things we still have to explain with ‘magical’ names like ‘soul’ and ‘spirit’. Percy Shelley points out that we have always used words metaphorically for things we can’t explain literally, and I like his theory. The ‘soul’ exists; but it is not some sort of mystical, never-to-be-explained ‘essence’. It is simply a name, a signifier, a metaphor, standing in for something we haven’t understood yet.

This is becoming a digression. Tangentially, I argue that, based on the above examples, science is magic.

To return to Helgard Fischer, and books, she liked DWJ’s university of magic because it united the creative, the personal, the practical, and the analytical. In other words it was neither art nor science, but a meeting of the two. Trained in both biology and politics, with added interests in philosophy and literature herself, this is clearly a meeting Fischer would welcome warmly, in all areas of academic study.

Wouldn’t we all? Personally, I have always seen the process of understanding a piece of literature as similar to the process of solving a logic puzzle. You have to find clues and read symbols and put things together and tease things out to come to some sort of reasoned conclusion. Moreover, criticism teaches you never to take the world just as it presents itself, but to interrogate it, to make sure everything fits, that what you perceive is what is true. Naturally this is a useful skill to scientists. It would be to be blinded by stereotypes for me to assume that all science is descriptive, orand to believe every study stating that scientists always see the results they want to see.

Speculative fiction proves a safe space in which our fantasies for, and mysteries in, real life, can be played out, tested, and indulged in. Until every puzzle in science is solved, and every social tension resolved, we will continue to write about ‘magic’.

02
Jul
09

Fire and Hemlock

When I went to be interviewed for my Oxford place, I took Diana Wynne Jones’s Fire and Hemlock as a comfort book. After a thoroughly miserable day, in which I’d argued with one tutor about whether Sylvia Plath’s father was dead, and been shouted at by another over Shakespeare’s interpretation of humanity (all humans are horrible people, says Measure for Measure, and Dr John Pitcher), I was convinced I would never get a place there, and took refuge in one of my favourite books.

It only took me about three pages to remember that Polly, the heroine of Fire and Hemlock, is an English student and Oxford. Which meant that she had got in. And I hadn’t.

Actually, I did get in. But I didn’t find that out for another month, and by that time I had long since finished rereading Fire and Hemlock, leant it to an ex-boyfriend in an effort to convince him that teen fiction could be as intelligent as adult fiction (if not more), and had eaten large ammounts of depression-combatting chocolate.

Fortunately those dark days are over.

Being 17 was miserable. Two years later, rather than pining away waiting to be 18 and ‘legal’, I’m trying to reconcile myself to hitting my 20s. I’m also two-thirds of the way through my Oxford degree, I’ve just sent a first novel off to a number of agencies, (a children’s novel, which was a damn sight harder to write than any adult novel I’ve ever drafted),  and I’m going to the first ever DWJ conference this weekend.

Oh and I have a car. My God, how I love having a car.

Anyway.

The point, at the end of that exceptionally long ramble is this:

I am 19 and in (/just finishing) my second year of English at Oxford. I have therefore reached a point of near-optimum similarity to Polly in Fire and Hemlock. (I want to know where her flat was, what college she went to, which record shop she found Tom’s disk in.) I too come from a broken home. I know both Bristol and Gloucestershire well. And also own an Oxford Worlds’s Classics edition of ballads, containing both ‘Tam Lin’ and ‘Thomas the Rhymer’.

Perhaps it is here the similarity stops. I have not lost my memory of the last 9 years. I always liked fairy tales, without some guy called Tom Lynn having to convince me. I haven’t known a musician 14 years older than me since the age of 10 who I’m imminently going to fall in love with. Oh, and I don’t know any malevolent immortal fairies with whom I have to bargain, or else face the death of loved ones. Though it would make for a good story.

I suppose we all experience a jolt of recognition, which is both comforting and uncomfortable, when we meet a character in circumstances very much like our own. The difference, perhaps, in the case of Fire and Hemlock is that every other book about Oxford students is enourmously self-satisfied and self-gratifying, typically feeding into the stereoptypes as a form of self-defining elitism. If people are part of that world, I can hardly blame them.

But I don’t like it. I like fantasy books.

So instead I’m hoping to join my own elite Oxford world: the Oxford alumni who have become fantasy authors. DWJ, of course, and Susan Cooper, and JRR Tolkein, and CS Lewis, and, more recently, Rhiannon Lassiter and Frances Hardinge.

As I say, I am going to join this world. And no ammount of shouting tutors or dead poets’ fathers are going to stop me.




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