*New sleep paralysis demon just dropped. Gather round, kids.*
Thoughts. Thoughts. I have thoughts. Lord . I have so many thoughts.
First off, I must unfortunately dethrone Mary Shelley, my beloved queen. The first science fiction work to have been published most probably was this unfortunate Cavendish child. Born some 200 years before Shelley’s “Frankenstein”.
This isn’t quite a novel. Which is perhaps why people vehemently hold on to Victor Frankenstein and his lil “first-sci-fi-ever” title so dearly. That, or maybe the fact that this text is almost unreadable at times (fault of the intense amount of natural science theory packed inside) is what makes people discount its existence entirely. I’m not sure what label you can ascribe to it, but originally, it came as an appendix to a scientific journal called “Observations Upon Experimental Philosophy” that Cavendish also wrote. Now, mind you, both were published in 1666. I’m not here to talk about how shoddy the science actually is. But it does play a massive role in the text, although it also claims to be fictional and a work of nonsense.
As Cavendish herself stated, this text can be split into three sections. It starts off as a romancical text, then it morphs into a philosophical one, and lastly it becomes a work of fantasy. But the plot is not quite so easily divided into neat sequential parts. See, the story begins with a woman kidnapped. As most stories do. However, this body-snatch endeavour fails spectacularly. This woman was taken onto a ship that set sail for the arctic. But, while the ship sailed across the unmarked North Pole, they actually sailed into another world. See, this North Pole of hers seems to have been some cross-dimensional portal. So, not only does she still find herself in the middle of the arctic when she gets to the other side, she is also on a whole other planet all alone because! (and get this) all of the men that abducted her have died. Why? You may ask? Well, because of some super sound science. They died of hypothermia because the multiverse portal connected TWO North Poles together, and so the already frigid temperatures of ONE North Pole was DOUBLED. Why did the woman survive this power-up frost effect? Oh, because of her divine beauty. We all know that if you are pretty, it means you’re immune to bodily harm. I mean just ask all of the female characters in video games. They never need armour. Equip a woman with a chain-link bikini and a button nose and she can topple empires quicker than any man ever could. But right. Now she is alone. In some foreign world. Just dripping sex. Absolutely divine. You know. Just completely- (yes I am having fun with this). But very quickly after her arrival, she comes across the inhabitants of this land: the bear-men. Yes. And the bear-men show her around, introducing her to the bird-men. Then she meets the fox-men, the worm-men, some fish-men, a few fly-men, jack-daw- magpie- and parrot-men. The list goes on. They, being very peaceable, are very hospitable throughout this process and eventually bring her before their emperor. He, not having a wife, takes this random woman as his queen (no questions asked) and she then proceeds to live on in this world, as an empress. And absolute-monarchy-shenanigans ensue. Enthralling, right? I lost my shit in lecture. So did the professor, mind you. He was throwing profanities around, pacing incessantly. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he wanted to dig Cavendish out to shake her, fall to his knees and wail, “WHYYYYyyyyyyy……”.
But I promised some thoughts. I will share them now. Is my thesis clear enough? I will make my points now. I’m doing it. I will number them. I swear.
Girlbossing in STEM: A How-To Guide from the 1660s
Margaret Cavendish lived a relatively difficult life. Born in 1623 she lived a somewhat quiet life in Essex until… *drumroll please* civil war explodes in 1642 between the parliamentarians and the royalists whom are being chased out of the country. Now, in the mean time, Margaret has somehow wormed herself into being the Queen’s maid of honour. Which means… that if the royalists are fleeing… the Queen and her court…ran away to the continent. Jesus. I feel like dora the goddamn explorer. OKAY. Queen seeks refuge at a “small” Paris cottage and Margaret has been separated from her family who, unlike her, remained in England and did the noble thing. The standing your ground and fighting thing. Which, if you’ve been paying attention, means that… her entire family including herself are dickriders for the Queen. Hola! Soy fucking Dora! So. They’re all royalists. Ick. This is important for later. Fast forward to 45’ and Margaret meets the love of her life in Paris. Fast forward 3 more years and her entire family back home is dead, most being killed by the parliamentarians. Fast forward some more and King Charles I is beheaded and so the monarchy is abolished, and in 1649 we enter the Interregnum period. Margaret? Still in Paris. Why? All of her, and her husband’s estates have been seized by the state, so they have no income and nothing to return to. They try to bargain to get some of it back, but are denied. That is at least until the year 1660 when the Restoration period begins! We have monarchy again!! (Yes, I am blowing a party whistle). And for their undying loyalty to the crown, any property that has previously belonged to Margaret or her husband was restored to them, AND William (her husband) was made a capital D, Duke (of Newcastle) and Margaret automatically becomes: The Duchess of Newcastle. She is 37 now. She was 19 when she fled her home. So, all is well and good now? No. You see, England is doing this very cool thing where they are establishing this club called “The Royal Society”. Nothing too massive. Just the fellowship of many of the world’s most eminent scientists and the oldest scientific academy in continuous existence. That Isaac Newton guy was admitted, Charles Darwin, Stephen Hawking, David Attenborough. Hopefully you’ve heard of them. In more recent years, fellowship was awarded to Elon Musk, which I think besmirches the whole operation. But anyhow. Margaret comes back from exile. She is a rich woman. An educated woman. She has read the new science lore. She is sitting in the middle of the scientific revolution. And she’s eating this UP. For her, a new BTS album is coming out every month. This is a heavenly time to be alive. So when she finds out there’s a cool science club that make doing science a legit job with a serious and respectable title? Obviously she wants to join- They even have this cute motto going “nullius in verba”. That is… until she is told that she cannot be a part of this elite exclusive rational minds gang. Because? Say it with me kids: She is a woman~ and women’s minds can only handle processing fantasy. We all know this. Physics and Chemistry are far too complex for the feminine brain. By the way, these motherfuckers got away with this for the longest time too. Women only began to be admitted in the 1940s. ALMOST THREE CENTURIES LATER. Cavendish is kind of rightfully pissed. And so? She ends up sciencing all alone. She read scientific journals which she had access to through her husband and her new title. She wrote and developed her own theory. And she also…wrote this here thing.
The Blazing world: Fact? Or Fiction? Or Magical Realism? Or Sci-fi? Or Philosophy? Or Hollywood science? Or… Huh?
This text is almost impossible to digest because this woman will go back on her word as if it is her job. She will introduce a concept, re-introduce it to ascribe it her own meaning, and then will proceed to continue using the *original* meaning of the concept. For example, take one of her favourite and most perplexing words. “Fancy”. No, she did not mean love. By “fancy” she meant to be talking about the word we know as “fantasy”. However, she also re-defined it for herself in this text to mean: the faculty of representing something in the mind that one can perceive with the senses. Or, to put it aptly, reality. These are two opposite concepts. And when you write an essay, you have to define your terms for the reader. Not- entertain all possible meanings of said terms simultaneously. And when you do this, you get characters speaking of fantasies as if they were reality while also speaking of reality as if it were one giant piece of inexplicable lore that can be possible but isn’t.
The science she introduces (and I have to assume this is actual fantasy speaking) made me shit myself. At one in the morning I was reading about the properties of this elixir of life being described to the Empress, and that was the moment I think I died. I mean the list of side effects was infomercial level disturbing. You name it. It’ll shed your skin, chemically burn your pancreas if you drink it on the full moon, it’ll even age regress you! But that’s a relatively cheap price to pay for immortality? Right? And that’s just one ridiculous instance. There are so many more.
This may be titled the first science fiction novel, but all it means is that this was the first attempt at writing a text, with fictional (?) characters whose plot is intertwined with some form of inter-planetary travel. It passes on a technicality. Because if you try to pick this up thinking you’ll get some start warsian story in archaic English, you would be mistaken. The world building in this is shit because it is non existent. I don’t mean it to criticize, I mean it as an observation or more as a warning as to the fact that absolutely nothing is explained. There is so much going on, and absolutely no backstory. Things appear as they are needed for the first 2/3 of the novel. Which is why it is jarring when all of a sudden, rules and regulations are introduced to the plot. What happened to the king’s pervious empress? Is there a minimum age for taking the elixir (out of health concerns?) ? What happens when the lice-men wake up one day and decide that they do not want to work in their assigned profession of ‘mathematician’?
Margaret Cavendish on the monarchy: Queen Elizabeth Ist was cool actually
I think we can gather that Cavendish liked her Queen very much. And while I do not understand what she saw in her, I can grasp why her life’s circumstances might have influenced her politics. See, if you are growing up at a time when your country is being torn apart you too might just want an absolute force to take care of it all and unite its people under one ruler, one religion, one culture. So, you’ve mistaken her entirely . Cavendish is not a monarchist. She just wishes that all in the United Kingdom live a fulfilling and dignified life!
And that… might have perchance bled into her book…
I mean the entire text is bookended with declarations of “I am better apt at colonizing than Alexander or even Caesar”. I am serious. She uses the words “conquering”, “Alexander (the great)” and “Casear” in that context (see page 163). Not to mention the blatant yearning that Cavendish’s Empress had to be an absolute ruler herself. Going so far as to convert all of her subjects to a new religion she herself concocted (though it is never explained how it works) and then keep them chained to that religion by threatening eternal damnation if anyone so much as defies her. The list actually goes on, if you can believe it. The (fictionalized) Duchess of Newcastle is encouraged to “colonize” worlds of her own. Etc etc
Adding an epithet to the Blazing World because I can
This is absolute fan fiction. A day dream. The before-bed-scenarios. It was wholly and unapologetically self-indulgent.
All of the main characters are literally just herself in different forms. The empress is a glorified Cavendish, a version that could exist if the patriarchal nature of the Royal Society was abolished. Someone with the power to make others listen and respect her. Then she invites a character called “The Duchess of Newcastle” into the plot which… is just an exact replica of Cavendish herself as well as her life except it is inserted into this text, making her fictionalized. And lastly, Cavendish will herself interject, interrupting the story and breaking the fourth wall. All protagonists in this text are Cavendish. Cavendish is all of these characters. Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. This is her legacy. If God doesn’t care about you, than you consume Him.
Which is why, in all honesty, this was insanely difficult to read. Not in terms of the language, but because this feels so personal. Like I am reading someone’s diary. She wrote “Observations Upon Experimental Philosophy” and when she was laughed at by the Royal Society, she rebranded her ideas within a fictional story in hopes that she would be taken seriously and immortalized herself within the literary cannon in the process. She made herself author, empress, and duchess because she knew she would never be afforded legitimacy, because she would never be allowed into a position where she would be able to gain any power. So, she crafted it herself. One little fantasy at a time. What you are reading when you read “The Blazing World” is a recorded version of her God complex. Good for her. I will always look up to a woman who is willing to publish her filthy desires for the world to read.
What even??? Was the point of this??
Was a question posed in my Tutorial. Okay Cavendish. You said a lot, some of it unwarranted. So then. What gives- You are openly slandering the figures of note and the very Royal Society which you are trying to impress. You compared Robert Boyle to a flea, and essentially called the scientific community a waste of effort if they would not entertain your scientific findings. You are actively ending your career and perchance setting woman back some 50 years. Por qué??
But I suppose the moral of the story is that the wealthy can say anything they so desire and they will still have a title to give them a modicum of legitimacy at the very least. Rich people will be heard no matter what. Even if they are just shouting into the ethos about their overcooked eggs from last Tuesday.
But I leave the rest to you to ponder.
Part Conclusion: Insane passages for you to munch on because I am a kind soul
“And then the Duke had three Souls in one Body; and had there been but some such Souls more, the Duke would have been like the Grand-Signior in his Seraglio, only it would have been a Platonick Seraglio. But the Dukes soul being wise, honest, witty, complaisant and noble, afforded such delight and pleasure to the Empress’s soul by her conversation, that these two souls became enamoured with of other; which the Duchess’s soul perceiving, grew jealous at first, but then considering that no Adultery could be committed amongst Plaatonick Lovers, and that Platonism was Divine, as being derived from Divine Plato, cast forth of her mind that Idea of Jealousie.” (133)
“Then the Empress asked the Spirits, whether it was an evil Spirit that tempted Eve, and brought all mischiefs upon Mankind, or whether it was the Serpent? They answered, That Spirits could not commit actual evils. The Empress said they might do it by perswasions. They answered, That Perswasions were actions; (spirits cannot perform actions without a vehicle — vessel — here) but the Empress not being Contended with this answer, asked whether there was not a supernatural Evil? The Spirits answered, That there was a supernatural Good, which was God; but they knew of no supernatural Evil that was equal to God.” (114)
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This was definitely an excruciating read. But I can appreciate the knowledge I’ve gained from digesting it. Grateful I have it under my belt.
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