The (Ab)Uses of Fantasy

Evidently I’m not alone in thinking that last week’s episode of Game of Thrones was a major disappointment. By this I (and other critics) do not mean that it was simply a case of poor craftmanship. Instead, it featured a corrosive error in judgment that raised questions about the entire work, both the TV show and the book. Game of Thrones has always been a high-wire act; this week the acrobat very nearly fell off.

In long-running conversations, I’ve generally supported both the violence that GoT is known for and the brutal view the show takes of social relations in its fantasy setting, particularly around gender. Complaints about its violence often (though not invariably) come from people whose understanding of high fantasy draws on a very particular domestication of the medieval and early modern European past that has some well-understood touchstones: a relentless focus on noble or aristocratic characters who float above and outside of their society; a construction of violence to either formal warfare or to courtly rivalry; a simplification (or outright banishment) of the political economy of the referent history; orientalist or colonial tropes of cultural and racial difference, often transposed onto exotic fantasy types or creatures; essentially modern ideas about personality, intersubjectivity, sexuality, family and so on smuggled into most of the interior of the characters.

These moves are not in and of themselves bad. Historical accuracy is not the job of fiction, fantasy or otherwise. But it is also possible that audiences start to confuse the fiction for the referent, or that the tropes do some kind of work in the present that’s obnoxious. That’s certainly why some fantasy writers like China Mieville, Phillip Pullman and George R.R. Martin have various objected to the high fantasy template that borrows most directly from Tolkien. It can lead to a misrecognition of the European past, to the sanctification of elitism in the present (by allowing elites to see themselves as nobility), and also simply to the reduction of creative possibility. If a fantasy writer is going to draw on history, there are histories outside of Europe–but also early modern and medieval Europe suggest other templates.

Martin is known to have drawn on the Wars of the Roses and the Hundred Years War (as did Shakespeare) and quite rightly points out when criticized about the violence in Game of Thrones that his books if anything are still less distressing than the historical reality. It’s a fair point on several levels–not just ‘accuracy’, but that the narrative motion of those histories has considerable dramatic possibility that Tolkienesque high fantasy simply can’t make use of. Game of Thrones is proof enough of that point!

But GoT is not Tuchman’s Distant Mirror nor any number of other works. A while back, Crooked Timber did a lovely seminar on Joanna Clarke’s novel Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. Most of the commenters focused on the way in which the novel reprises the conflict between romantics and utilitarians in 19th Century Britain, and many asked: so what do you gain by telling that story as a fantasy rather than a history?

To my mind, you gain two things. The one is that there may be deeper and more emotional truths about how it felt to live and be in a past (or present) moment that you only gain by fiction, and that some of those in turn may only be achievable through fiction that amplifies or exaggerates through the use of fantasy. The second is that you gain the hope of contingency. It’s the second that matters to the last episode of Game of Thrones.

Historical fiction has trouble with “what if”? The more it uses fiction’s permission to be “what if”, the more it risks losing its historicity. It’s the same reason that historians don’t like counterfactuals, for the most part: one step beyond the moment of contingency and you either posit that everything would have turned out the same anyway, or you are stuck on a wild ride into an unknown, imaginary future that proceeds from the chosen moment. Fantasy, on the other hand, can follow what ifs as long as it likes. A what if where Franklin decides to be ambassador to the Iroquois rather than the French is a modest bit of low fantasy; a what if where Franklin summons otherworldly spirits and uses the secret alchemical recipes of Isaac Newton is a much bigger leap away, where the question of whether “Franklin” can be held in a recognizable form starts to kick in. But you gain in that move not only a lot of pleasure but precisely the ability to ask, “What makes the late colonial period in the U.S. recognizable? What makes the Enlightenment? What makes Franklin?” in some very new ways.

Part of what governs the use of fantasy as a way of making history contingent is also just storytelling craft: it allows the narratives that history makes available to become more interesting, more compressed, more focused, to conform not just to speculation but to the requirements of drama.

So Game of Thrones has established that its reading of the late medieval and early modern brings forward not only the violence and precarity of life and power in that time but also the uses and abuses of women within male-dominated systems of power. Fine. The show and the books have established that perfectly well at this point. So now you have a character like Sansa who has had seasons and seasons of being in jeopardy, enough to fill a lifetime of shows on the Lifetime channel. And there is some sense of a forward motion in the character’s story. She makes a decision for the first time in ages, she seems to be playing some version of the “game of thrones” at last, within the constraints of her role.

So why simply lose that sense of focus, of motion, of narrative economy? If Monty Python and the Holy Grail had paused to remind us every five minutes that the king is the person who doesn’t have shit on him, the joke would have stopped being funny on the second go. If Game of Thrones is using fantasy to simply remind us that women in its imagined past-invoking world get raped every five minutes unless they are plucky enough to sign up with faceless assassins or own some dragons, it’s not using its license to contingency properly in any sense. It’s not using it to make better stories with better character growth and it is not using it to imagine “what if”? If I want to tell the story of women in Boko Haram camps as if it were suffused with agency and possibility, I would rightly be attacked for trying to excuse crimes, dismiss suffering and ignore the truth. But that is the world that we live in, the world that history and anthropology and political science and policy and politics must describe. Fiction–and all the more, fantasy–have other options, other roads to walk.

There is no requirement for the show to have Sansa raped by Ramsay Bolton, no truth that must be told, not even the requirement of faithfulness to the text. The text has already (thankfully!) been discarded this season when it offers nothing but meandering pointlessness or in the case of Sansa, nothing at all. So to return suddenly to a kind of conservation of a storyline (“False Arya”) that clearly will have nothing to do with Sansa in whatever future books might one day be written is no justification at all. If it’s Sansa moving into that narrative space, then do something more with that movement. Something more in dramatic terms and something more in speculative, contingent terms. Even in the source material Martin wants to use, there are poisoners and martyrs, suicides and lunatics, plotters and runaways he or the showrunners could draw upon for models of women dealing with suffering and power.

Fantasy means you don’t have to do what was done. Sansa’s story doesn’t seem to me to offer any narrative satisfactions, and it doesn’t seem to make use of fantasy’s permissions to do anything new or interesting with the story and the setting. At best it suggests an unimaginative and desperate surrender to a character that the producers and the original author have no ideas about. At worst it suggests a belief that Game of Thrones‘ sense of fantasy has been subordinated to the imperative of “we have to be even grosser and nastier next time”! That’s not fantasy, that’s torture porn.

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5 Responses to The (Ab)Uses of Fantasy

  1. Part of what governs the use of fantasy as a way of making history contingent is also just storytelling craft: it allows the narratives that history makes available to become more interesting, more compressed, more focused, to conform not just to speculation but to the requirements of drama.

    Wonderfully said, Tim. And, speaking as someone who hasn’t watched more than an episode and a half of the first season of Game of Thrones, I nonetheless fell comfortable in thinking that it communicates not only a deep failure in the television show, but in GRRM’s whole project (if, at this point, one can actually label it a “project”).

    If Game of Thrones is using fantasy to simply remind us that women in its imagined past-invoking world get raped every five minutes unless they are plucky enough to sign up with faceless assassins or own some dragons, it’s not using its license to contingency properly in any sense. It’s not using it to make better stories with better character growth and it is not using it to imagine “what if”? If I want to tell the story of women in Boko Haram camps as if it were suffused with agency and possibility, I would rightly be attacked for trying to excuse crimes, dismiss suffering and ignore the truth. But that is the world that we live in, the world that history and anthropology and political science and policy and politics must describe. Fiction–and all the more, fantasy–have other options, other roads to walk.

    Yes and yes. I can actually pick out the particular moment in the books where, as the incident came later to haunt and bother my imagination, GRRM’s failure become very clear to me. It was in Clash of Kings where it is related to us, the reader, without any sense of horror or tragedy, but rather a dismissive bit of condescension, that a fat and reputedly plain and stupid woman, Lollys Stokeworth, is snatched during the riot at King’s Landing is gang-raped a hundred times over. She’s reduced to wandering naked and presumably permanently damaged through the streets–and her fate is treated as an annoyance and joke by the other characters. Could one argue that this was an important element in showing the horrifying contempt that House Lannister and King Joffrey held for the people of King’s Landing, thus helping to shape Tyrion’s eventual rejection of his own family? Perhaps. Could one argue that this was a hidden plot device that, with Lollys being married off to Bronn, who so far has been able to elude Cersei’s machinations? Perhaps. But there was already so much on the table to give the Tyrion’s narrative some real moral and historical weight that appropriating this additional toss-away horror as a justification for such seems ridiculous. And if I’m going to hold myself back from ever giving credit to my own visceral reaction as a reader to a disgusting plot point simply because “well, I don’t know what GRRM may be planning,” then I’ve got about 1001 never-developed red-herring sub-plots from Chris Claremont’s 20 years on X-Men to account for as well.

    I’ll probably continue to read Song of Ice and Fire, because I’m fascinated by these people, and GRRM’s chapters are generally fantastic. It’s good reading–it’s terrifying, thrilling, shocking, and even sometimes actually fun–to see what kind of crazy hell he may come up with for them next. But I’ve lost almost all confidence in GRRM as someone capable to telling a fantasy tale that will actually add up to an actual story, something that is more than just, as you suggest, an endless parade of “what ifs,” lacking any narrative satisfaction. Maybe I’ll be proved wrong. But really, I have to recognize that, in looking forward to The Winds of Winter, I’m basically just in the position of a viewer wondering what will happen in the next season of “Days of our Lives.” Fantasy really ought to be more than that, and often is. The rape of Sansa it seems probably just confirms an opinion I’d mostly come to on my own already–that GRRM’s work isn’t reaching that level at all.

  2. CarlD says:

    I’m only just into the third or fourth season; I can’t remember which, because it’s my wife who read the books and wants to follow the shows, although we’re both already starting to sour. But this all rings true to me. And where it rings truest to me is in that false dichotomy of the badass dragonlord and the abject victim. Of course historically women knew (and know) what their assets and liabilities were/are, and make a variety of strategic plays around that. If rape is to be expected, it’s a part of the game like any other play, and so are the strategies mobilized to defend against it and then, if necessary, respond to it. These may include organizing protection, mustering outrage, deploying pathos, normalizing, enveloping, deflecting, repurposing; there are so many thoughtful and creative ways women have dealt with the facts of their sexual vulnerability.

    The pathos of Sansa has been bothering me throughout. I realize she was raised in a protected environment in settled times by parents who had put all their eggs in the honor and service basket. But they weren’t stupid or naive, they were resourceful and knew resourcefulness was important, and the basic world of this fictionalized medieval England was all around them. The fact that Sansa was so completely clueless, but also that it took her more than two minutes to figure out that she needed to learn a new game (and her sister too, in a more gritty and plucky way) just looks like setting up lazy moments of cheap shocking voyeurism.

    Girl in trouble is, in general, true but also thin and lazy and unedifying as an approach to plot, character, and world development. The show loses a lot its momentum for me there, even if I keep hanging on because of some other notable merits and even the occasional women whose story is not exclusively a power/pathos relationship to jeopardy.

  3. Lawrence D'Anna says:

    Haven’t you noticed by now that “offering narrative satisfactions” is pretty much the exact opposite of what Game of Thrones does? It’s not particular to Sansa. It’s the overriding theme of the work. Maybe Sansa got raped because she fell into the hands Ramsey Bolton, and that’s all there is to it. It suited Ramsey to rape her, nobody had both the power and the motivation to stop him, so he did it. The joke’s on you for thinking that being the protagonist would protect her from him.

  4. DB says:

    Where does that leave those of us who felt it was torture porn from the beginning?

    Probably in the same place as those of us who opposed the Iraq War from the beginning.

  5. Gavin Weaire says:

    This brings me back to the problems that I had with HBO’s Rome, which in many ways was Game of Thrones before Game of Thrones (and in whose subject matter I’m more invested). The same problems are (famously) visible in Life on Mars, a series with which Game of Thrones can usefully be compared (and I speak as someone who loved Life on Mars even as I accept that the criticisms are completely justified).

    Basically, this sort of exoticizing television, in which the viewer is invited to luxuriate in how awfully different and differently awful the past was, tends fairly quickly to turn into a celebration of what it’s ostensibly criticizing. In the process, it tends also to construct a version of the past that goes a little too far in the direction of essentializing.

    The moment that crystallizes this for me in Rome most is the very last episode, when Vorenus is walking around Cleopatra’s palace wearing armor, and we are clearly meant to identify with him as the last honorable/masculine member of Antony’s entourage, in contrast with all the degenerates around him who are, gods forbid, wearing eye make-up. It was really stunning to me to listen to the commentary and hear the makers of the show go on about how like the last days of Hitler’s bunker this was meant to be, apparently quite oblivious to the fact that they had (more relevantly) reinscribed ancient (and not just ancient) stereotypes of “easterners” as effeminate and liable to corrupt manly “western” types.

    Personally, I’d like to see a film or TV show that registered that while male Romans might be concerned with honor, obsessed with their masculinity, and capable in the use of a sharp object, they could also be really into love poetry, gardening, personal grooming, and gossip. No doubt there’s some medievalist out there watching Game of Thrones and saying “But what about all the _allegory_.”

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