SHE’LL BE COMING ’ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES
SHE’LL BE COMING ’ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES
SHE’LL BE DRIVING SIX WHITE HORSES
SHE’LL BE DRIVING SIX WHITE HORSES
SHE’LL BE DRIVING SIX WHITE HORSES WHEN SHE COMES
Immanentize the Eschaton!
After finishing the second part of Illuminatus! The Golden Apple, which escalates the Fernando Poo crisis, the bombings, and all the character abductions (with George Dorn next up for illumination) we’re finally heading to Ingolstadt for the damn festival and about to embark on another trip in part three, Leviathan. I finished the second book more quickly than the first or third, and I’m still not sure I grasp everything. I will definitely return to this bizarre, wild journey again. I genuinely feel a shift in my belief structures because of this book, all thanks to Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. There are countless conspiracies unfolding, and at times in book three things become clearer despite the druggy narrative structure. Almost every character goes through some sort of transformation, which I found one of the most fascinating aspects of the book. We see more of Hagbard Celine an incredibly complex and sometimes contradictory character, whether he’s surfacing as Leif Erikson, smuggling weapons, or gathering allies. Joe Malik is also changed somehow. George Dorn is probably the most deprogrammed character of all, amid his trips, rock bands, drugs, and chaos.
The battle scenes both from book one and in this one between the Illuminati forces and Hagbard’s team (the Discordians, the JAMs, or even Howard the dolphin saving Hagbard’s submarine crew!) are incredibly bizarre in the best way. The narrative in book three retroactively merges and concludes in a kind of liberation. There could have been more done with Mama Sutra’s character, I think, but there’s already so much happening. Her scenes with Danny Pricefixer around the JFK assassination, the bombing investigations, and all that ancient occult history or her interactions with Drake and the tarot were fascinating. The metafiction is great too, whether it's the propaganda Atlantic film shown to Joe or the book Telemachus Sneezed that Simon Moon fixates on throughout book three, the whole thing gets so meta by the end that it feels as if Leviathan itself is speaking directly to you. Identity remains fluid throughout. Stella, Mavis, and Mary Lou are one in George’s mind they’re Eris. George loves Mavis and he loves Stella, Hagbard wants to marry Mavis, Joe Malik is furious, and Otto Waterhouse is still yelling, “Where’s my gal Stella?” It’s a great, chaotic love triangle (or quadrilateral?). And to stop the Illuminati forces, Joe even has to sleep with Mavis. The whole thing spirals beautifully. The ending, as expected, becomes a postmodern form of meta-programming. The interconnections are satisfying! I loved the final collapse of authority, the government’s narrative control fnords, media, law gets short-circuited by Hagbard’s Discordian hackers. Saul, who began the trilogy as a skeptical cop, now accepts that the Eschaton has indeed been immanentized! And Rebecca is still confused.
There are so many Kabbalistic visions as Malkuth’s four worlds (Assiah, Yetzirah, Briah, Atziluth) collapse into one. The tarot cards Saul draws are all The Fool (0): infinite possibilities.
Every orgasm is a bullet in the Illuminati’s brain.
The phallus is a leash; the vulva is a doorway.
Because the fifth stoned man was on acid, and he said nothing, merely worshipping the elephant in silence as the Father of Buddha.
And then the Hierophant entered and drove a nafl of mystery into all their hearts, saying, “You are all elephants!”
Nobody understood him.