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A Divergent Review

  • Posted on August 18, 2014 at 10:00 AM

I can’t remember for sure, but I think my initial reaction to the buzz about Veronica Roth’s Divergent was, “Not another dystopian novel!” I didn’t pay much attention to the hype; then again, I rarely ever do. Besides, I rarely have the time to devote to leisure reading, so I tend to stick to books that I know I’ll like—it’s not like there aren’t enough of those to keep me entertained for the next few decades.

At some point, I caught on to the premise of the story. Tris, the main character, is different in a world (or what’s left of it) that considers difference a bad thing. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Except, this story is set in the remnants of Chicago after a cataclysmic war. If you know anything about contemporary Chicago, then you know its population is full of diversity and probably couldn’t get over being different in any foreseeable future, no matter how devastated that future might be. If the movie is any indication, then this attribute of Chicago is at least partially recognized in Roth’s vision because the movie shows at least some of the racial differences that can be seen in contemporary Chicago. The cultural differences, however, have been sacrificed for the sake of survival. In their place, new differences have emerged, dependent solely on the dominant nature of the individuals: intellectuals, self-sacrificing servants, compassionate agriculturalists, honest judges, and courageous warriors.

Based on the movie (I still haven’t gotten a chance to read the book), I’d have to say that I fit most closely with the Erudite or intellectuals. It’s not because I’m power-hungry, as they prove to be in the movies, but because, especially through my young adulthood, I have usually valued my intellect the most. I can be selfless, I can be brave, I can be kind, and I can be honest. In fact, I try to be all of those things most of the time. But if I had to choose just one, then I would go with intelligence, because I like to solve problems by thinking them through.

Based on the issue of conformity, rather my lack thereof, I would be divergent as it’s described in the movie. Then again, so would most of the people I know. Whether that’s a reflection of the people I know or whether it’s a reflection of the impracticality of the faction ideal, I don’t know. Still, the idea that nonconformists are perceived by those that hold down the status quo is very familiar.

The world is full of people in the here and now that view difference, divergence, and non-conformity as threats to their way of life, even when the people who are different, divergent, and non-conforming don’t actually have anything to do with their life. That is very true to human nature and that fear is the source of the most violent, dangerous aspects of human nature. Ironically, it’s also those parts of human nature that Erudite Jeanine embraced—that and the desire for power.

Giving the selfless the responsibility to govern and administer was a wise allocation of human resources, if a rather futile one. The people who want power the least are those who are going to treat it most responsibly, but they are also the least likely to hold onto it. This is why, despite our best efforts and our best claims about public service, we haven’t been able to create a government or nonprofit sector that consistently serves and protects the interests of all of the people. Unfortunately, these sectors tend to fail the people who are in the most danger the most frequently, because they are inevitably those with the least power.

In the movie, the solution is for a few brave souls to stand up, challenge the power-hungry destroyers, and save the day. In reality, it’s rarely so simple. Government bends in the face of power, especially the power of the most powerful of its own people. The least powerful are in the most danger, precisely because they lack the power to make the government bend towards them. In a democratic state, the only defense we have is to stand together; weaving what power we have into a stronger tapestry than any of us can make for ourselves. By working together and fighting for and with each other, we show those in power that we have enough power that we’re worth bending towards. This isn’t accomplished by separating into factions, but by uniting under a banner of freedom and equality, regardless of the differences that make us “divergent.” Therein lies our power.

Samuel Rising

  • Posted on March 25, 2014 at 10:51 AM

I’ve just finished watching Roswell for the first time. The episode “Samuel Rising” stood out to me as a testament of the integrity of the show. Roswell is the story of three human/alien hybrids who are trying to live their teenage human lives while finding out why they were created and sent to earth by their alien parents; it is also an exploration of what it really means to be human. These human/alien hybrids have diverse gifts and one of Max’s gifts is the ability to heal. An on-going conflict in the show is how Max should use his gifts: merely to hide the truth of his identity or to help others in need?

Earlier in the series, Max conceived a son who taken from earth before birth and is now trying to contact him. When Samuel, a child with autism, comes up to him in a restaurant and says, “Daddy,” Max believes his son is using Samuel as a conduit to contact him. After a failed attempt to achieve mutual communication, Max’s human girlfriend suggests that maybe Samuel talked to Max for Samuel’s sake, not for Max’s.

In an effort to help Samuel for his own sake, Max sneaks into Samuel’s house late at night and tries to heal him. Afterwards, he expects Samuel to talk to him, but he doesn’t. Frustrated, Max returns to his girlfriend at a loss. This is what happens next:

She says, “So, what happened?”

“It didn’t work,” he says. “I couldn’t heal him.”

“Well, maybe he didn’t need to be healed. You heal people who are sick or hurt, but Samuel isn’t sick or hurt. He’s just different.”

After some thought, Max says, “Maybe I was trying to heal the wrong person.”

The next thing Max does is have his sister, who can walk in people’s dreams, try to bring his parents into it Samuel’s dream. Samuel’s dream proves he does know what Christmas despite his father’s earlier assertion that he didn’t (represented as a tree, train, presents, and love). When the dream-version of his parents arrive in his dream (versus the “real” ones watching) he says, “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy,” just as he would do if he could use words outside his own head.

When they wake, Samuel’s daddy calls his (ex-)wife and asks to come over. Samuel gets to live a part of his dream and he gets his daddy back.

I’ve watched many television shows that include an episode on autism or another disability. Most are disappointments. A few come close to getting it right. I’m glad to find one that really, truly gets it right.