Dennis Madden
The Tower of Babel
Jimmy Corrigan nears
existential immersion. The narrative represents a satire of crude humor, but
the truth between the lines is the real
needle in the haystack. However convoluted the story appears to be, one thing
is for certain: Jimmy Corrigan wants you to work until exhaustion. For those
who have the motive, Ware’s novel is a gadget with whirring cogs that seem to
turn the opposite direction every spin. The paper craft carousel stands as a
piece of literature in its own right; take heed however, to “Memorialize all
instructions before waking up the other side” (Ware 24). Entering into the
narrative as a creator, I became a master of fate myself.
In a way uncharacteristic of conventional literature, the carousel becomes the
work of a prideful artisan rather than a piece of entertainment. Faith is built and broken, with Ware’s agenda
ever-pulsing in the background. The multifaceted human cognition learns not
only by reading and writing, but by creating,
and in this way Jimmy Corrigan is literally
a three dimensional experience. ‘Building’ a memory has never seemed so palpable.
I solemnly do believe that it was Ware’s intention that every
reader consider completing the
carousel. While this is not explicitly stated, I found that the implementation
early on in the narrative expanded my perspective in tiers. Initially, one
might observe the witty instructions and complex miniature paper craft and
dismiss it as ludicrous, but at second look, a re-reading promises “It begs
only a small amount of effort to construct, and the attentive
student will be rewarded with a convincing model of life in which he or she may find some poetic sympathy” (Ware 24). At that, the type A’s among
us are off at the races. It is rather clear that Ware has composed Jimmy
Corrigan for the devoted experientialist, but it is not until this point that
our mettle is so overtly and explicitly challenged.
Often literature rouses
the mind, but very seldom does it task the craft of your hands. The complex and
perfectly executed blueprints are cut, one by one, with the meticulous titanium
bonded steel of a #11 scalpel… slicing into Jimmy Corrigan’s viscera. While rending
and reaping by the word of sacred blue text
and trusting that each step will tell you the way to go, the distal cortical
circuits in your fingers optimize their precision as the construct grows ever
more impressive. Suspense builds as each piece of the ornate
omicron fits together perfectly, and you are astonished that it was
possible for the millimeter small triangles to align to their bases without
error. Just when you are about to crown your achievement with the ‘four sided
support rod’, the ‘sacred blue’ raises the
following to your interest: “About 1/8” [of the
solid support rod] should protrude from the top [of the cone]. If not, remove, make an appropriately sized replacement out
of scrap paper, and write an angry letter to the father” (Ware 24).
Aside from all characteristic precision thus far, the inevitable occurs: the 4
sided support rod is quite blatantly too short. After approximately 2 hours of
construction and analysis, the fruits of labor ready to be picked, your father lets you down. It was his fault. HE made the support rod too short…
All our work shot to the floor at the hand of a
centimeter section of paper...
Why dad?
“I don’t even know dad, don’t know, don’t know,
don’t know, don’t know if he hates me—don’t want me? Am I done now? Don’t know!”(Ware
24). Why would such a crucial oversight be obviously
attributed to the father? In the doldrums of confusion, I came to find out why. I realized that the whole purpose of this construction was not
for me to laud some grand achievement to present to my professor… No, this
construction was placed here, baiting the brave and ambitious, for me to FIND
OUT what it feels like to fail, despair, and fall from
grace. To lose my achievement at the hand of my dad who
was never even there in the first place… Even though I’ve been blessed with a
loving father, Chris Ware showed me today what it feels like to be Jimmy
Corrigan.
ps: never give up hope
References
Ware, C. (2000). Jimmy Corrigan, the Smartest Kid on
Earth. Pantheon Books.
1 comment:
The introduction is clever but wordy. What does the Carousel mean, incidentally? I take it as a figure for repetition (how Corrigan men live out the same life, more or less, each one a little worse than the one before), but maybe I'm missing something.
So does the model work because Ware is such a type A freak himself, or because it's necessary for it to be *credible*, or something else?
This is an interesting and distinctive piece - using somewhat convoluted language (in honor of Ware himself?) and giving a good analysis of a profoundly weird section of the text. What I don't admire as much as I could is the combination of the wordiness and the rather abrupt ending. In an ideal world - certainly in a revision - I'd like to not stop at the *fact* (and I do see it as a fact) that Ware is giving you a visceral experience of failure, but to do more to explain how that helps us to read the book as a whole.
Let me add one thing. *Because* you were hardworking, enthusiastic and proactive you ended up being more frustrated - and more betrayed by your "father" - than the rest of us. I bet you could push that farther than you did.
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