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Lord of the Flies,
This review is from: Lord of the Flies (Paperback)
I bought Lord of the Flies out of a misplaced sense of obligation to the literary canon (read: I've not read a `classic' in a while) and a smattering of middle class guilt that, at 26, I still hadn't read it, seen the films or bought the T-shirts etc. Frankly, I expected to have a one-night stand with it; carve its figurative notch into my equally figurative literary bedpost and never engage with it again. But I was caught off-guard; not only by how much I enjoyed the novel, but by how long it took me to finish (I found myself taking frequent pauses to furiously scribble notes in all its margins). Being a mountain of the (popular)academic landscape, Lord of the Flies is difficult to analyse without regurgitating the same points made a thousand times before me by a thousand other commentators a thousand fold more eloquent than I - so I beg your pre-emptive forgiveness should the following be either too familiar, hackneyed or even cliché. Here goes...
My first surprise was that the book's title doesn't include the definite article - so not only had I not been reading it for 26 years, I'd also been mispronouncing it `The' Lord of the Flies - is my face red! Ya'll know how it goes: schoolboys; plane crash; island; tribes; tragedy; rescue. Sentence-by-sentence Golding's choice of language is simple and readable - events unravel slowly and with more than a little repetition, but this all contributes to the novel's sinister sense of impending crisis. The opening is crammed with adjectives and introduces its large ensemble cast in one single short scene; but conveniently each crash survivor possesses a set of physical characteristics that function as both memory-aids for later appearances and visual signifiers for their future tribal inclinations. Straight-backed, `golden', lean and well-spoken Ralph becomes the exemplar of rhetoric, democratic reason and leadership, whereas his sinister shadow and alter-ego Jack is a savage and violent tribesman - proclivities belied by his feral red hair and broad shoulders. By contrast, the be-spectacled, asthmatic and obese `Piggy' functions as character-metaphor for intelligence and wisdom: his swollen body all but useless and unnecessary, his brainpower and glasses give him access to the most evolved technology on the island - making fire. Sure it's a twee exploitation of visual stereotypes, but this externalisation of inner truths imbues Lord of the Flies with an almost Disney-esque vibe of fairy tale - evil, corruption, honour, kindness (etc.) are indicated as much by outward appearances as action - and this places the novel firmly within a familiar tradition of allegorical signification in which everything acts as symbol: a shell stands for democracy, fire is adult responsibility and a pig's head becomes (almost literally) Satan; hence the novel's unusual stringency in directing the reader's visual conception of its scenes to a specific aesthetic.
Most attention-grabbing of the cast, however, is Simon - frequently interpreted as a martyr or Christ figure due to his brutal murder at the hands of both rival tribes - I prefer to read him as sympathetic point of view character upon which readers are invited to project themselves. His political disinterest and complete lack of physical description are traits unique to his presentation and establish Simon as somewhat of a blank canvass upon which the reader can paint his own image. Simon's refusal to pick sides and his frequent assertion that he is `on the outside' give him an outlier identity that correlates him with the reader as onlooker - present, but separate. Likewise his ability to see the island's `Monster' for what it really is, the depth of his empathy towards the younger children and his clairvoyant understanding of their every need suggests he has access to information that should otherwise only be available to the reader.
The moment of Simon's murder marks the point at which the slow-burning entropy of the narrative explodes into outright anarchy - both literally as a sequence of brutal events, and figuratively in a dramatic change in the book's language and style. Killing Simon is, then, akin to killing the reader as mitigator of order and another way; it's not a perfect analogy, but Simon's death marks a definite volta through which Lord of the Flies suddenly shifts into a dramatically unstable work of imagism, narrative breakdown and primal chaos. The aforementioned clarity of physical description is replaced by ambiguity and metaphor: the boys lose their individuality and meld with both their surroundings and each other - initially through the liberal application of improvised war paints, and later through a behavioural descent into animalistic savagery - they don't so much start to resemble the jungle around them as they actually become it; Ralph's once golden hair now is `tendrils' and `creepers', and `cries of fear and panic' are indistinct from the natural animal sounds of the forest; it's impressive stuff.
Imagine my disappointment, then, when I came to the book's ending - the deus ex machina that is the boys' notably undramatic rescue by the British navy (...deus ex aqua?). I had a better ending in mind: the film reel in my head had the camera slowly pulling away as the island burned and the boys preyed upon each other- without rescue or resolution. Not only does the actual ending (with its return to a drab linguistic normalcy) undermine the brilliant post-structuralist breakdown of morality, language and reason that serves as allegorical end-game portent(/warning) for any society similarly unravelling, but it somewhat weakens the more general coming-of-age themes implicit in the novel's events with an illation that suggests `it'll all be set right in the end', which definitely dulls the blade of the book's message about the adolescent dawn of responsibility and consequence. Furthermore, the British navy's pompous alighting to save the `savages' from themselves has a colonial leaning to it that I neither expected nor welcomed - I'm aware it's a product of the book's time and should be viewed in context of contemporary western attitudes, but it's nonetheless a difficult thing to encounter in a novel I was otherwise enjoying. Similarly, many of the book's obsolescent phrasings make for uncomfortable reading; "Are we civilized or are we negroes?" becomes a common refrain in later chapters, and is hard to dismiss as a mere idiosyncrasy of the speaker, so prevalent is the sentiment. While I would never accede to the censorship of such things (remember the embarrassingly hysterical public reaction to the recent re-publication of Tintin in the Congo?), their value today is more historically educative than morally insightful. Some of Golding's... um... choicer passages are akin to hearing a casually racist grandfather spurting epithets that are, frankly, at home in a more patronising past, and best left there. Obviously such things shouldn't be swept under the carpet and ignored entirely, but neither do they warrant decrying the whole novel for - it's better to engage with them critically (`deal with it') than to discount them or boycott the book as a result. As I'm discovering with H.P.Lovecraft, it is possible to enjoy/engage with art despite an ostensible dissimilarity with your own moral sensitivities.
Irrespective of these niggles, Lord of the Flies is a strikingly impressive and vertiginously dark horror novel that functions successfully as both a bleak reimagining of the much-worked coming of age yarn and allegorical warning against the societal implications of greed, selfishness and the will to power. I had trepidations going in, which I mostly put down to my reactionary and juvenile hatred of all books on the GCSE English syllabus - but I'm grateful to have read it sans the fun-sucking pressure of an impending exam, which I feel colours many people's negative reaction to the book. If you've not read it: do so. If you read but hated it when you were sixteen: read it again. And if you've read it and loved it, well - I hope you found something here interesting. Sorry for the length of this review. And its abrupt ending.
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Initial post: 7 Dec 2011 19:24:08 GMT
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Eileen Shaw says:
Your suggested change of ending to the book destroys much of its value - the boys are completely at a loss when the Navy discovers them reduced to "savages" (it says in my version of the book, and not a negro mentioned - was it therefore censored?) and there is the sense that they are redeemed and recovered for civilisation. I went on to imagine that this episode of their lives (or some of them at least) would be very difficult to dislodge in the imagination and might cause psychological harm in the future. Just a thought....
Stunningly well-thought through review by the way.
In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2012 16:03:30 BDT
Def Jef says:
Thanks TomCat -who needs notes? My edition didn't refer to negroes either, by the way. Has the book been revised at some point?
In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2012 16:25:46 BDT
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In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2012 18:18:03 BDT
Hah, my comment about censorship was just censored.
What I said was: Yup, many editions delete the word "Negroes" and more (apparently-un-printable-on-Amazon-even-w
In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2012 22:46:48 BDT
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Def Jef says:
This is really interesting and rather concerning. Is 'Negroes' still allowed? We'll see I guess. How bizarre. By the way I managed to read your comment that was censored as it got to my email before Amazon got to it. I reckon software must have removed it as surely no sensible human being could have misconstrued your comment as offensive. I hope.
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