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This is the sixth of seven parts of Chapter Four of The Last War in Albion, covering Alan Moore's work onDoctor Who and Star Wars from 1980-81. An ebook omnibus of all seven parts, sans images, is available in ebook form from Amazon, Amazon UK, and Smashwords for $2.99. The ebook contains a coupon code you can use to get my recent book A Golden Thread: An Unofficial Critical History of Wonder Woman for $3 off on Smashwords (the code's at the end of the introduction). It's a deal so good you make a penny off of it. If you enjoy the project, please consider buying a copy of the omnibus to help support it.
The stories discussed in this installment and the next are currently in print as part of Dark Horse's Star Wars Omnibus: Wild Space Volume 1.
"God is one and all. God is all. One is all. One perfect moment" - Alan Moore, Promethea #23
|Figure 170: John Dee's black scrying mirror, in which|
Edward Kelley received his vision of Babalon.
Within Campbell, however, this event is paralleled by another immediately after, which Campbell calls Woman as the Temptress. After encountering the Goddess there comes a point where women “become the symbols no longer of victory but of defeat,” for “no longer can the hero rest in innocence with the goddess of the flesh; for she is become the queen of sin.” This evokes the virgin/whore complex at the heart of many depictions of the sacred feminine, and captured chillingly in the revelation given to Edward Kelley while scrying in the seventh aethyr that drove him to abandon magic:
I am the daughter of Fortitude, and ravished every hour from my youth. For behold I am Understanding and science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me. They cover and desire me with infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars and covered with the morning clouds. My feet are swifter than the winds, and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew. My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling place is in myself. The Lion knoweth not where I walk, neither do the beast of the fields understand me. I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I sanctify and am not sanctified. Happy is he that embraceth me: for in the night season I am sweet, and in the day full of pleasure. My company is a harmony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself. I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not. For lo, I am loved of many, and I am a lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.
|Figure 171: Dion Fortune was a|
Welsh occultist and contemporary
of Aleister Crowley's.
After this encounter with the sacred feminine, predictably, comes the (in Campbell’s eyes at least) more important encounter with the masculine divine, Atonement with the Father. This is in essence a parallel with the Sephirah of Chokmah. Campbell introduces the concept by quoting Jonathan Edwards’s “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God,” talking about how God’s “Wrath towards you burns like Fire; he looks upon you as Worthy of nothing else but to be cast into the fire; he is of purer Eyes than to bear to have you in his Sight.” But as Fortune says in The Mystic Qabalah, “although the sight of the Divine Father blasts mortals with fire, the Divine Son comes familiarly among them and can be invoked by the appropriate rites.” Or, as Campbell puts it, “the magic of the sacraments (made effective through the passion of Jesus Christ, or by the virtue of the meditations of the Buddha), the protective power of primitive amulets and charms, and the supernatural helpers of the myths and fairy tales of the world, are mankind’s assurances that the arrow, the flames, and the flood are not as brutal as they seem.” Thus, in this stage, the hero is able to reconcile with the father and to be initiated into the world such that “he has become himself the father.”
This accomplished the hero may achieve Apotheosis, where the hero ascends to a state of divine grace himself such that “having surpassed the delusions of his formerly self-assertive, self-defensive, self-concerned ego, he knows without and within the same repose. What he beholds without is the visual aspect of the magnitudinous, thought-transcending emptiness on which his own experiences of ego, form, perceptions, speech, conceptions, and knowledge ride.” Or, as Dion Fortune puts it in her description of Kether, the highest Sephirah, it is “the intensest form of existence, pure being unlimited by form or reaction; but it is existence of another type than that to which we are accustomed, and therefore it appears to us as non-existence.”
|Figure 172: Luke Skywalker experiences his apotheosis|
in the white brilliance of Kether.
The climactic scenes of Star Wars follow this pattern with deliberate precision. As the film approaches its denouement, Luke Skywalker encounters the white-clad Princess Leia, who turns out to be more capable and competent than the entire group of adventurers who rescued her. (In earlier drafts, Leia was explicitly a member of a mystic order, increasing her goddess-like nature.) Subsequently, Luke comes to a reconciliation with the film’s father figure as Obi-Wan Kenobi sacrifices himself in a battle with Darth Vader to allow Luke and the others to escape. After this Luke himself attains the ability to “use the Force” and, with this newfound spiritual power, is able to destroy the Death Star.
The problem with all of this is not that it doesn’t work - indeed, the Hero’s Journey as described by Campbell is a fairly basic and usable narrative of mystical ascension. Rather, the problem comes from the sprawling nature of Campbell’s ambition. Campbell baldly declares that the purpose of his work is “to bring together a host of myths and folk tales from every corner of the world” and “develop a vast and amazingly constant statement of the basic truths by which man has lived throughout the millenniums of his residence on the planet.” Thus he describes the journey as the Monomyth, “the one, shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find.” Campbell grounds his theory in Freudian and Jungian psychoanalysis, using the psycho-sexual relations spelled out in their work as the foundational document for a singular, all-encompassing vision of human desire. It is exactly what Blake (whose complex and visionary mythology goes wholly unmentioned in Campbell’s work) speaks of when he begs that “God us keep from single vision and Newton’s sleep.”
No wonder, then, that Alan Moore considered Star Wars to be “an utterly dreary film” that he had “no interest” in. But this did not mean that his approach to writing the comics was cynical - as he put it, “don’t turn anything down. If it isn’t something that’s interesting to you, then try to do something clever with it that will make it interesting to you.” This is consistent with everything else Moore was doing in this period; writing comics was a job, valuable because it paid the bills. The point of writing Star Wars comics wasn’t the deep and abiding passion he had for the material; it was that it was a fairly pleasant way to put food on the table. At the time Moore did his five Star Wars comics they were still sporadic windfalls to be taken alongside his earliest IPC work - irregular paydays that supplemented the week-in/week-out income of his self-drawn work, which he didn’t really start to back away from until he got regular assignments. In other words, he unashamedly needed the money. Accordingly, he approached the job as a professional. Indeed, it’s arguable that his relative detachment from the material improved his work. The process of finding a way to make Star Wars interesting to himself and the process of finding an innovative take on the material are, after all, relatively similar.
|Figure 173: The first page of Alan Moore's|
first Star Wars work, the fifteen-page The
Pandora Effect (Alan Moore and Adolfo
Buylla, The Empire Strikes Back Monthly
This does not, however, mean that Moore succeeded straightforwardly. Indeed, his first Star Wars comic, in The Empire Strikes Back Monthly, is a deeply insipid affair. At fifteen pages it was by some measure the longest single narrative Moore had written by that point in his career, and there’s a sense that the structural complexities opened by having that much space to play simply overwhelmed him. The story has Moore’s usual poetic lilt - he describes how the planet of Attahox “stank of poverty of and disease, of blood and bad wine. It stank of rotten fruit and loveless passion. And this was not the worst of it…” For Attahox was a world whose soul had festered in its own futility. And the soul of Attahox stank above all other things.” But this description, compelling as it is, is part of a five page lead-in to Moore’s main plot in which essentially nothing happens. It’s the sort of thing Moore more capably dispatches in a panel or two when he’s actually under space constraints, but here allows to bloat.
The strip’s actual idea is a ship occupied by a group that describes themselves by simply saying “we are five” - a group that worships “the Left-Handed God. The Soulworm. The Lady with the Locust Heart.” The story traces Han Solo, Chewbacca, and Leia as they try to escape from this horrific ship, which they ultimately accomplish by freeing Wutzek, a demon imprisoned onboard the ship. Wutzek destroys the five and frees our heroes, who fly off, being glad that whatever they’ve done by unleashing Wutzek’s might “they’ve done it in an Empire-held section of space.” The ideas here are interesting enough, but the plot structure is flaccid. There is no sense of build or development, and no gathering sense of tension as the characters are pulled deeper into the depraved world of the five.
|Figure 174: The accidentally omitted|
final page of "Dark Lord's Conscience"
(Alan Moore and John Stokes, with added
coloring by James Sinclair, Classic Star
Wars: Devilworlds, 1996 meant to have
been printed in The Empire Strikes Back
Monthly #154, 1982)
But once Moore settled back down to the short story length his structural strengths returned. “Dark Lord’s Conscience,” for instance, is a tight little six-pager (although it was originally published with its final page missing due to an editorial mistake) focusing on Darth Vader. The story features Vader playing a game called Firepath in which pieces are routinely consumed in flames against a talking octopus named Lady Dhol. Paralleled to this is the story of a plot against Vader’s life. In the story’s final two pages Vader turns the tables as it turns out he has been playing the game so as to allow him to incinerate both his would-be assassin and Lady Dhol herself, who was in on the conspiracy. It is, on the whole, a nice little piece, and the one most grounded in Star Wars itself, focusing as it does primarily on the character of Darth Vader as opposed to on introducing strange new concepts to the Star Wars universe.
A similar sort of tight structure is obvious in “Rust Never Sleeps,” which marks the first time in Moore's career that he worked with Alan Davis. The strip is a model of tight plotting. The plot is simple - C-3PO travels to a planet dominated by a junkyard for defective droids in order to warn them of the Empire’s desire to strip the planet of metals. He meets the ostensible leader of the droid civilization, Brother Fivelines, who informs him that the droids are a pacifist society who consider the junkyard to be “the living body of God,” as the myriad of abandoned droids “corroded and fused together” to become “the sum total of all droidkind’s hopes and aspirations, the resting place of our souls.” Inevitably, the Stormtroopers arrive and promptly vaporize Fivelines, at which point his belief that the planet is a living god is borne out as the planet begins pelting the Storm Troopers with bolts from abandoned droids before the ground itself opens to swallow them.
There’s a calm efficiency to this structure. First the story’s premise is introduced - a planet of abandoned droids with its own strange religion. C-3PO expresses disbelief in the religion. Antagonists show up, and C-3PO’s doubts are shown to be wrong. The end. Its plot differs from Black Legacy only inasmuch as in Black Legacy the central characters are the villains, and so their failure to appreciate the supernatural forces around them means they die horribly, whereas in “Rust Never Sleeps” the central character is the sympathetic C-3PO, and so instead he watches as other people who are cruel in their disbelief die horribly. Structurally both are straight lifts of countless horror stories. “Rust Never Sleeps” fits in with things like “The Fall of the House of Usher” and At the Mountains of Madness in which the story is narrated by a lone survivor, whereas Black Legacy fits more with “The Shadow Over Innsmouth” or Frankenstein in which the bulk of the story is told from the perspective of a character who does not make it out, the story serving as a sort of last document of the doomed protagonists.
|Figure 175: The junkyard droid god awakens. (Alan Moore|
and Alan Davis, The Empire Strikes Back Monthly #155,
But the cleverness of “Rust Never Sleeps” is not primarily in the fact that it is a by-the-books horror story. Rather, it is in the fact that it is not a horror story at all, even though its basic plot structure is straightforwardly lifted from one. The structure is really just a platform for the real point, which is an exploration of the basic idea of a robot god. Tellingly, C-3PO drops out of the narrative at the end. Once the Stormtroopers arrive at the end of the third page, his role is superfluous. He begs Brother Fivelines not to confront them and bemoans how Fivelines didn’t listen to him while he’s vaporized, but that’s his final line. The remaining page and a half of the story consist only of the droid god’s rising up to defeat the Stormtroopers. C-3PO doesn’t even get a full appearance after it - he appears cut-off on the side of one panel on the last page, but the story has nothing to do with him. Instead it focuses on an extended narration ruminating on the nature of the god of the droids.
This narration is interesting in a large part because it gives the sense of recreating Moore’s own process in hatching the story, starting from the premise of the droids having a god, and then speculating that “surely it would be as meek and subservient as the droids themselves. It would not be a god of wrath. It would not be a god of vengeance. Would it?”
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