Have any of you read this? Recently (some school systems assign it to HS students (too early?))?. If so, I'd be curious to know your take on it; what did or didn't the book do for you? I only recently finished a read through and was struck by several points. Of course themes of pareidolia, personification and existentialism permeate the work:
Here, for example, we see Grendel defining both himself and his existence by that which he, so blindly, pushes against; and that nature, in pushing back against him, is also blind - yet in its own way. For Grendel's blindness is out of ignorance - a disease which he seeks to cure through pareidolia...
...and nature's blindness is that of nihilistic infinity.... Why? Infinity, by sheer enormity of scale, must necessarily be uncaring:
The pain of mortality, the futility of throwing one's self against an infinite, uncaring, wall. Yet in that proposition, Grendel acknowledges greatness: "beauty requires contrast." Grendel contrasts himself with existence, defines himself by that which he is not ("alternatives exclude"), and yet in so doing proves his own existential beauty. But what of mankind in all of this (for Grendel is no man)? Does Grendel, aside from being a murderous brute, serve them some purpose?
Grendel, or rather the forces which he represents, is the driving force behind mankind: man is what Grendel isn't. He injects man with fear, introspection and - most importantly - hope. Hope that beauty, knowledge, or some god, if only they can learn to properly invoke it, will bring them happiness and reprieve. That, too, is what Beowulf is for: man's hero in the flesh, proof proper of divine hospice. Grendel must die if man is to truly live (he will live on in their poetry, their science, religion).
I understand that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understood that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. all the rest, I saw, is merely what pushes me, or what I push against, blindly - as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back. I create the whole universe, blink by blink.
Here, for example, we see Grendel defining both himself and his existence by that which he, so blindly, pushes against; and that nature, in pushing back against him, is also blind - yet in its own way. For Grendel's blindness is out of ignorance - a disease which he seeks to cure through pareidolia...
Stars, spattered out through lifeless night from end to end, like jewels scattered in a dead king's grave, tease, torment my wits toward meaningful patterns that do not exist.
...and nature's blindness is that of nihilistic infinity.... Why? Infinity, by sheer enormity of scale, must necessarily be uncaring:
O the ultimate evil in the temporal world is deeper than any specific evil, such as hatred, or suffering, or death! The ultimate evil is that Time is perpetual perishing, and being actual involves elimination. The nature of evil may be epitomized, therefore, in two simple but horrible and holy propositions: 'Things fade' and 'Alternatives exclude.' Such is His mystery: that beauty requires contrast, and that discord is fundamental to the creation of new intensities of feeling.
The pain of mortality, the futility of throwing one's self against an infinite, uncaring, wall. Yet in that proposition, Grendel acknowledges greatness: "beauty requires contrast." Grendel contrasts himself with existence, defines himself by that which he is not ("alternatives exclude"), and yet in so doing proves his own existential beauty. But what of mankind in all of this (for Grendel is no man)? Does Grendel, aside from being a murderous brute, serve them some purpose?
You improve them, my boy! Can’t you see that yourself? You stimulate them! You make them think and scheme. You drive them to poetry, science, religion, all that makes them what they are for as long as they last. You are, so to speak, the brute existent by which they learn to define themselves. The exile, captivity, death they shirk from—the blunt facts of their mortality, their abandonment—that’s what you make them recognize, embrace! You are mankind, or man’s condition: inseparable as the mountain-climber and the mountain.
Grendel, or rather the forces which he represents, is the driving force behind mankind: man is what Grendel isn't. He injects man with fear, introspection and - most importantly - hope. Hope that beauty, knowledge, or some god, if only they can learn to properly invoke it, will bring them happiness and reprieve. That, too, is what Beowulf is for: man's hero in the flesh, proof proper of divine hospice. Grendel must die if man is to truly live (he will live on in their poetry, their science, religion).
I look down past the stars to a terrifying darkness. I seem to recognize the place, but it's impossible. "Accident," I whisper. I will fall. I seem to desire the fall, and though I fight it with all my will I know in advance I can't win. Standing baffled, quaking with fear, three feet from the edge of a nightmare cliff, I find myself, incredibly, moving towards it. I look down, down, into bottomless blackness, feeling the dark power moving in me like an ocean current, some monster inside me, deep sea wonder, dread night monarch astir in his cave, moving me slowly to my voluntary tumble into death.