Showing posts with label popular culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label popular culture. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Hungry Like The Troll

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For most Internet users, it's impossible to avoid the word 'troll.' On Twitter, Facebook, forums, the comments sections of news articles and blogs; everywhere you look, someone is accusing someone else of 'trolling' - saying and doing troll-like things with nefarious intent. If someone is trolling, it follows that they must be a troll. But why?

I find it very interesting that, out of all the real and imaginary beasts available, it is trolls that have been selected as the embodiment of bad behaviour on the 'net. After all, trolls aren't tech-savvy, urban or contemporary. Their roots lie in Norse mythology and the untamed wilderness of the ocean, mountain and forest.

In this sixteenth century drawing, trolls are aligned with supernatural power over the environment:


[From Olaus Magnus' "Historia de gentibus septentrionalibus", book 3 (1555). Via]


The description explains what is occurring:

"To the left a gnome who is cutting stones in the underground. In the middle a supernatural creature is working in a stable. At the bottom right corner a wind troll with passengers are going by boat without using sails. At the top left corner a witch riding backwards on a dragon. At the top right a coach is driving without horse."

More recently, author and self confessed "troll expert" Lise Lunge-Larsen describes trolls in this manner:

"As tall as trees and as ancient and rugged as the Norwegian landscape from which they come, trolls are some of lore's most fascinating and varied creatures. Some live under bridges, others deep inside caves. They can carry their heads under their arms or hide their hearts inside wells. They can walk across oceans and fly over mountains. Trees and shrubs may grow from their heads, and their noses can be long enough to stir soup. There are troll hags, troll daughters, and elderly, shrunken trolls. Old or young, they are quarrelsome, ugly, and boastful, and they love to trick princesses and children. To defeat them, children must rely on the strengths of their humanity-persistence, kindness, pluck, and willingness to heed good advice."

Trolls have indeed proven popular in children's stories throughout history.


[Good evening, old man! the boy greeted. From Walter Stenström's The Boy and the Trolls (1915). Illustrated by John Bauer. Via]


[Look at them, troll mother said. Look at my sons! You won't find more beautiful trolls on this side of the moon. From Walter Stenström's The Boy and the Trolls (1915). Illustrated by John Bauer. Via]


[Here is a piece of a troll herb which nobody else but me can find. From Alfred Smedberg's The Boy Who Could Not Be Scared, in the anthology Among Pixies and Trolls (1912). Illustrated by John Bauer. Via]


[So, how is your appetite, troll mother continued. From Walter Stenström's The Boy and the Trolls (1915). Illustrated by John Bauer. Via]


Trolls often merge with the surrounding landscape, staying still for so long that foliage begins to grow across them.


[Troll Becoming A Mountain. JNL. Via]


[Skogtroll (Forest Troll). Theodor Kittelsen (1906). Via]


[Troll. Michail Samez (2009). Via]


In her book The Troll With No Heart In His Body, Lunge-Larsen identifies the merging of body and environment as a critical element of troll mythology:

"Clearly, one aspect of children’s fascination with trolls is that they make the very landscape come alive. Not only are trolls of the landscape, they also return to and shape the landscape around them when they die.

One of my most vivid childhood memories is of walking in the woods with my mother when I was about three. We ambled along the trail in the dark old-growth forest filled with filtered sunlight, when my mother suddenly grabbed my arm and whispered, 'Look! There’s a troll' I actually thought my last moment had come, until I saw where she pointed: to a dead troll that had turned into an overturned tree root. Together we examined the troll, found his nose, arms, and even his eye sockets.

It was a magical moment, and to this day I point out all the dead trolls in the landscape to my children and their friends: A huge rock pile is a troll that burst, a tree root lying on its side is an ancient troll, an oddly shaped rock may be part of a nose. One summer my eight- year-old son, swimming in Lake Superior, spotted an unusually round white rock. He dove for it and proudly emerged with a 'troll’s eyeball.'"

[Sjøtrollet (The Sea Troll). Theodor Kittelsen (1887). Via]


Of course, our ideas about trolls have changed as the years have passed. The twentieth century had its own incarnations, some more frightening than others...


[Troll Terror. Via]


And who could forget that pinnacle of film making genius, Troll 2?*





*Yes, technically these are goblins, but the film is called Troll 2 so I'm going with it.


The most popular contemporary example is the one I began with: the Internet troll. Urban Dictionary describes a 'troll' as:
"One who posts a deliberately provocative message to a newsgroup or message board with the intention of causing maximum disruption and argument."

The second most popular definition offers a more extended answer:
"One who purposely and deliberately (that purpose usually being self-amusement) starts an argument in a manner which attacks others on a forum without in any way listening to the arguments proposed by his or her peers. He will spark of [sic] such an argument via the use of ad hominem attacks (i.e. 'you're nothing but a fanboy' is a popular phrase) with no substance or relevence [sic] to back them up as well as straw man arguments, which he uses to simply avoid addressing the essence of the issue."


[Internet Troll: As trolls are as old as mankind, so internet trolls are as old as the internet. By JNL. Via]


Perhaps the term isn't so strange. Like all trolls, the Internet variety are a product of their environment. Protected by anonymity, Internet trolls are free to taunt and trouble, then fold back into the online landscape once their work is done - effectively disappearing beneath the virtual foliage, back into their caves. Manipulating the discursive environment for their own entertainment, these individuals resemble their namesakes in more than one respect.


[Man in troll mask at New York Comic Con 2011. Photograph by Rahul Arefin Prithu. Via]


Like the children in fairy stories, other Internet users can perhaps use their cunning to outwit the trolls and cross the metaphorical bridge. The problem is, of course, that there are not just one or two or three trolls squatting on the path, but potentially millions. They even have a theme song.





Current top rated comment: "All trolls rise for the national anthem of the Internet."

It does seem that trolls, in all their guises, are here to stay. Just try to keep your fingers out of their mouths...

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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Dead Classics


I probably shouldn't be thinking about zombies right now, but check out these brilliant posters by Matt Busch.

"As opposed to just taking the original posters and altering them digitally in PhotoShop, Busch has painstakingly hand-painted every detail with traditional mixed media, before slaughtering them with a zombified treatment."

“It’s an ironic twist,” says Busch, “to take these beautiful master-works and attempt to recreate every detail, while at the same time, shredding them to bloody pulps. Literally. Nothing here is sacred, but it’s all in good fun and out of the utmost respect to the original posters that had such an impact on my life.”









My favourite:


Find a whole lot more "Hollywood is Dead" posters here.

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Scales

I suspect this post falls into the category of 'stream of consciousness' blogging, or 'things that remind you of other things that remind you of other things.'

Starting with:

A. The Single Woman.

I recently read Jill Reynolds' The Single Woman: A Discursive Investigation. It was quite interesting, although there weren't really enough (any) monsters or grotesques in it. Which is pretty much a requirement these days.

But it reminded me of:


Specifically, one of my favourite scenes in the film (along with the bit where Mr Darcy... er, that guy Mr Darcy is playing, wears the ugly jumper).

Smug Married: "Why is it there are so many unmarried women in their thirties these days, Bridget?"

Bridget: "Oh, I don't know. Suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes our entire bodies are covered in scales."

Which then reminded me of:



"Men cannot resist her. Mankind may not survive her."



"Beauty is only skin deep"



"Irresistible beauty. Unstoppable instincts."


Which made me think of:


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Which I haven't seen yet. It's on the list.

But that reminded me of:

E. Britain's Next Top Model.

Specifically the episode below, where the aspiring models are covered in blood for a horror themed photo shoot.




And all of the above surged into my head today while watching this:

F. Agatha Christie's Poirot.




I caught the end of an episode, where Poirot and Hastings are discussing the successful resolution of a case. The mystery was solved when Poirot revealed that two characters, the dowdy nurse and the stunning blond, were in fact the same person.

Hastings is deeply disconcerted. If a beautiful woman can make herself look drab, surely a drab woman could make herself look beautiful? Think of the ramifications! Poirot replies that this realisation is "the beginning of wisdom."

Et tu, Poirot?




Hmm.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Friday Makes It Work

I think the American Project Runway should be compulsory viewing for PhD students.

a) Because it follows a group of people striving to: build their knowledge base; utilise historical sources; develop construction and presentation skills; cooperate and take (sometimes brutal) criticism; develop and communicate their own unique style; and fulfill a brief which seems impossible. Watching how different people respond in this situation is a study in personality types and stress management.





b) Because Tim Gunn is in it. And everything he says is amazing and applicable. (This is why you must watch the American show. The Aussie version is fine, but it suffers from a lack of Tim.)

Here he is giving a keynote in 2006:







Are you not inspired? I sure am.


[More historical grotesquerie coming soon, if anyone is interested. So far I have Victor Hugo, John Addington Symonds and G. K. Chesterton in my sights.]

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

All My Words are Belong to Thesis

but you can have this musical rendition of Conan's life cycle.




Nice.

Also, I will eventually post pictures of my Supanova loot. The light in my grotto/office (where I spend every waking moment) is really bad in winter so the first lot turned out dodgy. I will have another go. Maybe go outside... *skin bursts into flames*... or not.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Supanova


A few pics from Perth's Supanova Pop Culture Expo. I felt it was my duty to attend. For research purposes, of course.

The baby stormtrooper got very excited by the Dalek and put his helmet on backwards.


The plush microbe toys were tempting. I've always dreamed of giving someone rabies.


Lots of opportunities for gaming.









Dr Who club.


All the good stuff.








The even gooder stuff.




Star Wars backpacks.




Delicious noodle soup keyrings.



Wrestling.






The Twilight stall was a wasteland.




Poor Edward wasn't getting any love. "I can't believe they'd try and sell that stuff here" said one girl with great contempt.




No idea what this is, but I like it.




There were quite a few celebrities there. I saw Eliza Dushku and Summer Glau from a distance. Didn't pony up for the autographs this time though, have to save something for next year. Also, they spent the whole day getting stared at. I don't like being ogled, and it felt a bit wrong to be an ogler.

In comparison, the writers and artists present were so badly signposted you couldn't tell who they were half the time. Typical.

I may have purchased some loot on the way out. For RESEARCH PURPOSES. *ahem* Might upload pics of the booty later, if anyone is interested.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Vulgarities

Writing full tilt right now. I've pegged January 31st as my 'chapter four full draft - pens down' date, so it's all go like Frodo in here.

Percolating some gross posts; I will be writing my intro chapter soon, which means rereading a lot of the early essays on the Grotesque style. They are all very interesting and entertaining, so I will probably pop up a few choice samples.

Also reading François Rabelais, whose passion for toilet humour is refreshing. No doubt many would find his love of turds childish, but, as the man himself comments, one would be remiss to overlook the possibility of deeper meaning amidst the faeces.

"[Y]ou jump at the conclusion that these tombs are filled with mere jests, vulgarities and buffoonery. Alas! you leap at the outward and visible sign; you swallow the title in a spirit of levity and derision without pausing to make further inquiry. How unseemly to consider so frivolously the works of humankind! Is it you who profess that clothes do not make the man nor robes the monk? [...] you should look beyond my title, open my book and seriously weigh its subject matter. The spice secreted within the box is more precious, far, than its exterior promised. In other words, the topics treated are not so foolish as the title suggested at first hand."

(From the Preface to the English translation of The Very Horrendous Life of the Great Gargantua, Father of Pantagruel, first published 1534).

Despite being written in the 16th century, and most likely with his tongue firmly in his cheek (where it seems to jam permanently), this is a brilliant defense of popular culture. It resounds with attitudes that continue to circulate in academia and society more generally regarding 'low culture' texts.

I also like how Rabelais' description of analysis positions the critical reader and/or scholar as a hungry, raging hound:

"Modelling yourself upon the dog, you should be wise to scent, to feel and to prize these fine, flavored volumes. You should be fleet in your pursuit of them, resolute in your attack. Then, by diligent reading and prolonged meditation, you should break the bone of my symbols to suck out the marrow of my meaning."
While this is naturally how I would like to imagine myself, savaging texts left and right, in reality the drama of research is more on a level with the film below. By which I mean it's ungainly but enthusiastic.



Poomaman. He said poo. Heh.

Back to work.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Strange Bodies

The term 'grotesque' was coined in reference to a style of ornamental design that usually occurred around the edges of larger artistic works. What made this marginalia unique, and worthy of its special new title, was the way in which the style blended plants, animals, humans and objects into intricate patterns. These panels are an example of what I'm talking about. They are from Seer aerdige grotissen dienstich, a series of 12 engravings by Johan Bara after Nicasius Roussel's (1623) 'De Grotesco Per utilis ... Liber' (from the British Museum Print Database).

Click to have a closer look.












Heads grow from stalks and pedestals, delicately farting buttocks perch on ostrich legs, combination bodies erupt from all directions and twist together. Such ontological mangling was something of a shock to the principles of God and nature in the 17th century. It was also very exciting and daring, and soon everyone wanted their own grotesque decorations.

I'm very interested in how this theme of combination bodies has translated into today's pop culture. Once you start looking, you see it everywhere. For example, I was reading Swamp Thing comics the other day (what, it was for research) and this cover image really caught my attention:

(Series 2, #52. If you want more swamp - go here)

Swamp Thing is simultaneously man and plant, animal and mineral. And here his swampy body merges with the Gothic architecture: the dome of his head takes the place of the roof, the peak of his nose forms the pointed arch while his gaping mouth acts as the window. The intricate tangling of the vines running down and around the walls are also reminiscent of the intermingling vines of the traditional 'grotesque' style. The Swamp Thing comics also feature characters called the 'Un-Men,' and spend a lot of time examining the line between human and 'un'-human.

On another note, I bought this game today:


It seems the human/object/plant/animal figure not only remains a significant presence in contemporary culture, but has grown even more complicated. I like how the arm merges veins/roots/wires into the giant crab-claw blade: the man is simultaneously mechanical and organic. (No, I didn't buy it for the cover. How could you even suggest such a thing.) I'm promised "deadly shape shifting action." It's a whole two months before BioShock 2 comes out... I have to entertain myself somehow. Thanks to modern media I don't just have to sit like a lady and look at shapes shifting on pages, I can do it myself.

Did you know Swamp Thing had his very own TV show?
Also, a lovely theme tune: