Upton Park
Arthur: He’s totally mad, isn’t he?
Ford: Well, the border between genius and madness is very thin
Arthur: Yes, but so’s the Berlin Wall.
New Readers Start Here:
Dave Sim draws a comic about Cerebus, an
aardvark who becomes Pope. It used to be very good.
Dave Sim often fills up the spare pages
of the comic with essays about his views on the world. These are not so good.
This article quotes extensively from
Sim’s anti-feminist writings.
It may offend you. It sure as hell
offends me.
Now read on
Is Dave Sim mad?
One hesitates to ask the
question. Indeed, one hesitates to
wonder whether Dave Sim might be mistaken on any subject whatsoever. His is
that particular form of zeal that takes criticism as reinforcement. The more
people think him wrong, the more convinced he is that he is right. He wears
‘evil, misogynist Dave Sim’ as a badge of honour. The accusation of madness
would doubtless please him even more.
So let’s be clear.
I am not asking whether Sim’s
opinions are mad. They are not. Wrong and inconsistent, possibly, but perfectly
sane.
I am asking whether the man
himself may in fact be several Supermen short of a comic collection.
It is not always easy to work
out what Sim actually believes in. Although he writes at great length, he makes
such use of rhetoric, quote, misquote, anecdote and satire that the reader
often finds himself throwing his arms up in despair and saying ‘So what,
actually, is your point here?’ A lot of opinions come tumbling out, but it is
hard to discern the thread of the argument.
It is much easier to state what
Sim is opposed to. He is opposed to ‘feminism’. But what exactly does he mean
by ‘feminism’? Academic lit-crit? Women’s lib? The suffragette movement? At
times ‘feminism’ stretches to include pretty much anything that Sim happens not
to agree with.
However, I will make a stab at
reducing the Simian world-view to two basic propositions:
·
Feminism holds that women can both pursue careers and
be mothers. Sim thinks that being a mother is a full time role, and that in
general women with children should not go out to work. If women do pursue
careers, they should pursue them on precisely the same terms as men: no paid
maternity leave, no free day care for their children, no expectation that
employers will make allowances for their dual role.
·
Women rely on intuition and emotion when making
decisions; men, more on rationality and thought. It is obvious that the
rational approach is better: therefore, feminism, by wishing to place women in
positions of authority, has caused the emotionalisation of our society—so that
politics tends to be dominated by sentimental appeals to feelings rather than
logical appeals to factual arguments. This is a Bad Thing. We can only become a
rational society again by putting men back in charge.
This is, I think, a much more
moderate statement of the position than Sim himself would recognize. But both
propositions, as I have stated them, seem to me to be eminently sane and
rational. I’m more inclined to
agree with him on the point about society having gone too touchy-feeling, than
on the one about how ladies shouldn’t go out to work.
Hanging off these two
propositions comes a large number of subsidiary assertions, including
·
Abortion is probably a sin and a man should certainly
have a say about whether his partner aborts their child.
·
Parents should raise their own children, not hand them
over to state-employed professionals;
·
The requirement of a man to financially support an
estranged wife is incompatible with ideas of equality
·
It is unfair that women should want all-female social
situations but no all-male ones
·
Positive discrimination (‘affirmative action’) is as
bad as any other kind of discrimination
·
It is sometimes necessary to smack a naughty child’s
bottom.
·
It is bad for the public if the strength and height
requirements for the police and fire service be lowered to admit female
officers
·
Individual homosexualists should have equal rights on
the law, but they should keep their sexuality a private matter and not engage
in gay pride marches
·
Animals do not have rights, and we should not
sentimentalize them
None of the above is mad, or
misogynist, or shocking, or even particularly interesting. It’s a bog-standard
right wing agenda. I would be prepared to defend any one of the above points in
a debating chamber, with the possible exception of the homosexual one. (We have
Gore Vidal to blame for the term ‘homosexualist’, by the way: homosexual is an
adjective; homosexualists are those who perform homosexual acts. Apparently
this matters.)
Very little of Sim’s writing is
actually concerned with asserting or arguing in favour of these specific
viewpoints. You are unlikely to hear specific arguments about why we should
oppose abortion on demand or support corporal punishment. You are much more
likely to hear an exposition of Sim’s total world view. This world view is
supposed to explain why almost no-one agrees with him; how feminists and
homosexualists hijacked the civil rights agenda and, in an unholy alliance with
‘voodoo professionals’ (which appears to mean child psychologists and social
workers) took over the education system and the media and indoctrinated
everyone to believe in…well whatever it is that Sim thinks everyone but him
believes in nowadays. This is
before we even get on to his metaphysics, about how life is male and death is
female, and light, mind and intellect is ‘male’ as opposed to the female
‘void’…
It is this world-view which is,
it seems to me, at best dissociated from reality and at worst, clinically
insane.
There is probably a thesis to be
written, tracing the development of the Sim-psychosis in the text portions, of,
say Cerebus 181--260. It would take a better man (er…male) than me to write it.
Instead, let’s just sample a few
choice example of the Simian mindset.
He believes that most of his
opinions would be self-evidently true to ‘real men’ but thinks that there are
virtually no real men left in the world. He repeatedly uses the metaphor of the
TV show ‘Survivor’, claiming that real men and all who think like them, have
been metaphorically ‘voted off the island’. He is so certain that his views are
self-evident that at times, he thinks that he only needs to chant ‘two plus two
equals four’ to refute a criticism of himself, or his position. For example,
this is from a passage arguing that there is no such thing as child poverty
(!):
‘We are back in the realms of two-plus-two-does not in fact
equal five. The best evidence that we have available would seem to indicate
that two plus two in fact, equals four, instead. You can debate the point if
you wish, but I can scarcely imagine on what basis you intend to do so. So let
me just reiterate for the benefit of the emotionally impaired. There. Is. No.
Such. Thing. As. Child. Poverty.’
A recent plot development in the
comic book turned on the fact that Cerebus felt that he had been dishonoured
because he had not been present at the death of his father but had, instead,
been with his lover, Jaka. It is perfectly consistent that Cerebus, who has
always been represented as a ‘wild man’ or ‘barbarian’ would indeed think this.
However, Sim now regards Cerebus’ honour system as the self-evident morals that
would be believed by all ‘real men’ everywhere:
‘Personal honour demands that a son be there for his
father…Depending on one’s standards (or lack of same) one engages in wanton
harlotry with wanton harlots…But to allow one’s taste for pussy to intercede in
the far larger and more important realm of one’s relationship with one’s father
is (in my view) to erode one’s standards to those of a rutting barnyard beast.
…I didn’t really expect many of the boyfriends and husbands in my audience to
understand the ending. Such is the pernicious and virtually universal
infestation of feminism in the masculine psyche that not only has personal
honour gone the way of the dodo, so (it seems to me) has the very concept of
personal honour.’ (Ellipsis added.)
Everything seems to be
controlled by a small cadre for ‘feminist homosexualists’; and nearly
everyone’s opinions can be refuted on the grounds that they have been
brainwashed by this feminist-homosexualist axis. Sim has recently got rid of
his television and audio equipment, so as not to be corrupted by the feminist
media.
This seems to me to be the
classic paranoid-fundamentalist mindset: a very small ‘elect’, in possession of
the truth who see themselves as besieged by a powerful elite who control
everyone else’s thought and expression. It is often possible to believe that
you are a member of an oppressed minority and to simultaneously believe that
you are silent majority who everyone really agrees with. A lot of the time, Sim
seems to see himself as a member of a minority of one.
Dave Sim is celibate.
Nothing wrong with that; so is
Cliff Richard. I’m not feeling too well myself.
We have watched Sim’s celibacy
develop over the years. At one point, it was only marriage he objected to:
artists ought not to marry because domesticity would force them to make
artistic compromises for financial reasons. (The pram in the hall is the enemy
of promise, and all that.) Then, he started to assert that pornography and
masturbation were a better option than dating because they allowed you to
remain free and uncommitted. (Phillip Larkin said much the same.) More recently, he tells us that he has
even given up masturbation, and finds that ‘if I leave my penis alone, it will
leave me alone.’
This assumption that sex is
something that mainly happens in your willy seems to me to be deeply
dysfunctional. The idea that your mind might be involved in the
equation—whether going google eyes when you see a pretty face, or throwing
sordid but arousing fantasies at you—seems not to have occurred to him. To
Dave, sex appears to mean ‘orgasm’: if you can get an orgasm without recourse
to women, that’s good; if you can manage without them altogether, so much the
better. (The phrase ‘rutting farmyard beast’ comes to mind.) It would be
interesting to know whether he thought that this penis-centric view of sex was
what all Real Men believed, and that touchy-feely voodoo professionals have
foisted silly ideas about love and relationships (or even sexual fantasies) on
us.
This desire to have
sex-without-women, or, preferably, to do without it altogether seems to arise
out of a genuine disgust in women’s bodies per se. Feminism, you see, is a
fiction devised to compensate for the fact that women with they had penises
rather than vaginas. (Penis-envy is too weak a word says Dave, suddenly going
all Freudian on us. Vagina abhorrence would be nearer the mark.).
I hesitate to reproduce this
bit, but still:
‘Taxing the limits
of my own not-inconsiderable imagination, I have no doubts that—had I a ‘little
friend’ who paid me such ‘visits’—in a desperate attempt to cling to what
remains of my sanity in the aftershock of the horrible news ‘sinking in,’ I am
certain that I would very quickly set about the business of manufacturing a
fairly tale world for myself in which I was in all other
regards—indistinguishable from a gender which does not…leak.’ (Ellipsis in
original)
The revulsion in the above is
striking. (So is its fantastically convoluted grammatical structure.) There was
a point where I used to defend Sim against the charge of misogyny.
Anti-feminism, even extreme chauvinism, I said, does not amount do hatred of
women per se. Disgust at women’s bodies, however, does.
There are probably lots of men
who would just as soon not know about what their partners’ bodies get up to at
that time of the month. Many women say that they find men’s penises ugly or
comical, so I take it that men are allowed to find women’s front bottoms
aesthetically displeasing without being labeled as women-haters. What they are
not allowed to do is base a political or sociological theory on their likes or
dislikes. Really, this is at the level of arguing that homosexuality must be a
moral evil because I personally don’t like the idea of anal sex, a view so
fatuous that it can usually only be found in the House of Lords.
The question of why menstruation
is a worse curse than having an internal organ dangling off the front of you;
or why a monthly issue of blood is necessarily more disgusting than a daily
issue of shit is left as an exercise for the reader. It’s also worth noting
that he plays with the phrase ‘a little friend who pays a visit once a month’
for several paragraphs, as if it proves a point. Has anyone ever heard that
euphemism before?
Sim does not believe that women
are on the whole more emotional than men, or that most women are more emotional
than most men. He believes that Women are emotional and Men are Rational.
Period.
Or maybe I should say, full
stop.
At times, this seems to extend
to a pattern finding mania: working from the particular to the general and
always thinking that he can see a secret pattern that well explain everything.
This has been a characteristic
of his writing for a very long time. Back when Cerebus was still funny, there
was an evil-wizard who discovered magical spells encoded in a children’s book
called ‘Blinky Boar and the Strawberry Patch’. But why ‘strawberry patch’ asks
Sim? Well, the issue was published in November 1980, and he says that he used
this title because the power fantasy of the wizard was related in his minds to
issues of gun ownership and he ‘was humming Strawberry Fields Forever when the
news (of the Lennon assassination) came over the radio.’ Attaching significance
to coincidence and making links between what happens to be in your head and
what happens to be going on in the world outside is a perfectly good way for a
writer to behave: one might call it ‘imagination’. But believing that these
little co-incidences and connections are true and meaningful for the rest of
the world risks becoming obsessional. At one time, Sim used to believe in
astrology, a religious faith based entirely on the idea that there are
meaningful patterns to be found in apparently random events.
Sim has made extensive use of
fellow comic book writer Alan Moore’s dictum that ‘all stories are true’. Now,
Moore really is a wizard, and he gets he spells from Alastair Crowley, not
children’s books. Moore believes that both writers and magicians make
connections between disparate events; and that once those connections have been
made, they become ‘real’ even if they didn’t exist before: hence all stories
are true. What keeps Moore well on the good side of the border between genius
and madness is that he sees himself as creating those connections. But Sim
seems to believe that he is uncovering simple and obvious patterns, and that
anyone who cannot see those patterns must be a fool.
Sim says that his feminist
theories came mainly out of research which he carried out for his ‘Mothers and
Daughters’ storyline.
‘The research which most contributed to my ‘ideas about women’
was the series of informal interviews I conducted with mothers and daughters…It
was really the first time in my adult life that I spoke to women who I found
physically unattractive and the first time I spoke to women with any motive
besides getting them into bed…That was when I realized that women are
emotion-based beings. ‘Once a thing is seen, it can’t be un-seen’…There is little in the way of
intellectual value to be derived from revisiting—either mentally or ‘in
person’—the simply fact (once discovered) that women are emotion based beings
and that (consequently) any female-center or female-originated political
movement—more precisely ‘political’ movement—will lack sound intellectual
footing.’ (Ellipsis added.)
‘Once a thing is seen it cannot
be un-seen.’ This seems to be the language of evangelical religious conversion;
or psychedelic drugs. Suddenly, something clicked, and I saw the world
differently: I know I didn’t have any evidence, but I don’t need evidence. If
you can’t see that it’s true, it’s your fault.
(I enjoyed the bit about never
having talked to a woman without a view to having sex with her, by the way.
This from a man who was married.)
His study of feminist writing
does not seem to be a great deal more extensive than his interviews with ‘real’
women. He doesn’t need to read very much of it to find out that it’s all
rubbish.
“Not the voluminous reading of everything from nurse novels to
voodoo pop (My Mother, My Self; Our Bodies, Our Selves; Our House-pets, Our,
Selves, et al) to Women's Studies [‘...and after all correlatives of the
societal norm have been maximized through the intuitive, the nurturing and
spiritually nutritive, through the hard-won maturation of our collective
emotive a priori dispensation-construct: regarded (herein) not as the mere
imitative imposition of the aforementioned ‘will to power’ (the now universally
discredited patriarchal model) but a new model founded upon, to reiterate, the
intuitive, the nurturing and spiritually nutritive, pursuant to, but not
inextricably bound within the ad hoc antecedent culture and/or cultural
imperative blah blah blah’]. All I got out of that research, I already knew: a)
women want to be raped by rich, muscular, handsome doctors b) women are
completely self-absorbed and, thus, see themselves in everything around them
and c) feminism is no different from communism in that all of its literature is
founded upon convoluted syntax, bafflegab and academic jargon which paints a
false (albeit attractive) picture of an unattainable utopia which can be
achieved - easily! - by everyone in the world simply and simultaneously (in
both feminist and communist literature the ‘crux point’ is invariable) changing
their basic nature overnight.” (All punctuation in original)
This is a classic bit of Sim
writing: note the way in which he gets carried away by his own joke. He
presents his own parody of feminist writings, and concludes from that parody
that all feminism is incomprehensible gibberish; he jokingly lampoons the title
of the book My Mother, Myself and concludes (on the basis of his lampoon, it
seems) that all women are narcissists. He forgets that it’s an imaginary text
and imaginary book titles he is attacking. No actual arguments have been
presented in either case.
Sim has recently decided to be a
Moslim, a Jew and a Christian simultaneously, although he says that he prefers
the Jewish scriptures to the other two.
Some of his remarks on this
front are actually quite perceptive
‘It seemed to me, on first reading, more a case of the Mature
Testament and the Immature Testament. The latter consisting of four separate
accounts of the same events which flatly contradict each other (especially the
fourth one. Oy.) followed by the Acts, and then (at least until you get to
John’s Apocalypse) page and pages of mere commentary. This you call Scripture?’
I leave it to my Jewish readers to tell me whether or not his
affecting of stereotyped Jewish language is quite amusing or somewhat
offensive.
Many people, wanting to find out
about Monotheistic ideas of God, might have started to attend synagogue or
requested instruction in the Catholic faith from their local priest. Sim simply
read the Bible.
This is typical: one might say
he’s being a hyper-rational male. Start from a position of ignorance; select a
text to study; study it to distraction; create a theory, move on. Because his
study is distinct from any religious movement, one might say from life, he
drops some appalling clangers. He declares himself Jewish without, apparently,
being aware that the Christian Old Testament is not precisely the same as the
Jewish Bible. Because he has no context for his research, he draws conclusions
from the texts which are simply absurd. He claims that homosexuality is
sometimes a sin and sometimes not, and quotes as his proof text: ‘I tell you,
in that night there shall be two men in one bed: one shall be taken and the
other shall be left. Two women shall be grinding together: the one shall be
taken and the other left.’ Honestly, this would be a really good joke if I
didn’t think he actually meant it.
However, the male monotheistic
God backs up all of Sim’s theories, and if anything in the various scriptures
contradicts them, well then, the scriptures must be wrong. So the mysterious
entity called ‘the synoptic Jesus’ who Sim appears to revere could not really
have said ‘Whom God hath joined together let not man put asunder’, because
marriage is something which the feminist pagans invented, not the Christians.
Why do you think it is called matrimony and not patrimony? I give up.
It is sometimes hard to avoid
the sense that the argument is running away with itself: that Sim wildly says
something extreme for the sheer joy of shocking us.
Some years ago, Sim complained
that the feminist (then called ‘maternal dominant’) society had so
sentimentalized and idealized children that children were never punished by
their parents, and were therefore less well behaved than in the olden days. He
added, however, that he agreed that children ought not to be hit. In one of his
more recent pieces, he tells us about the serious rise in youth crime, and
asserts that this is because parents no longer spank their children. And
then—it is really very hard to avoid the sense of someone opinionating wildly,
out of control—he adds that it is obvious that since both children and women
are non-rational, children and women need to be spanked from time to time.
‘Women and children have soft, cushy buttocks, which are,
nonetheless, shot through with reasonably sensitive nerve endings. I believe
that those buttocks are there for a very specific purpose intended by their
creator.’
If God didn’t approve of
smacking, he wouldn’t have given us bottoms. I thought this argument went out
with Victorian schoolmasters.
*
From time to time, people ask me
why I bother with Dave Sim. If he is so obviously mad, they say, why not give
the comic up; or else, just look at the pictures but ignore Sim’s
editorializing.
It’s a good question.
I guess the answer is that I have
been buying Cerebus, monthly, since issue 40something. We’re now on issue 265
out of a projected 300. That’s an awful long time to be taking a periodical. I
didn’t buy Spiderman consecutively for 18 years, or read Tolkien every month
during that period.
For better or worse, Dave Sim
has been part of my life for a long time.
During the glory days of ‘High
Society’ and ‘Church and State’, we imagined that Sim’s epic would tell the
life story of Cerebus the Aardvark. Sadly, it hasn’t really turned out like
that. The comic is still remarkable. There is no other artist working in comics
today who shows more ingenuity in finding new ways of putting words alongside
pictures. On a good day, he can still write a fine one-liner or a powerful
dramatic scene. But as the years rolled on the focus of the comic has become
less and less on the life of the Short Grey Fellow, and more and more on his
creator’s gradual dissociation from the real world.
Sim’s mania has infested the
comic: this month, we had a long (and admittedly funny) discourse from Cerebus
about how he was happier since he gave up wanting sex (and even wanting to want
sex). Cerebus lover, Jaka, has had to mutate from being one of the most truly
‘good’ characters in the story to a ‘spoiled, myopic, insensitive,
self-absorbed, and self important harlot princess’ in order to make the point
that no real man would ever want to marry a woman. Sim’s religious
preoccupations have given us five issues of rather heavy-handed caricatures of
the authorized version of the Bible and its interpreters.
The comic that we fell in love
with doesn’t really exist any more; the most I can say in its favour is that
Sim remains a virtuoso at actually constructing comic book pages.
But the fact that this writer
who I used to admire and this comic that I used to enjoy is crumbling before my
eyes…well, I can’t look away. The process is fascinating; tragic but
fascinating. I guess the comic was always about Dave, and having cheered him on
during his battles with editors and distributors and taken him almost as a hero
in proving everyone else wrong about the self-publishing movement: well, I want
to see the end of the story, sordid as that end seems to be.
It rather looks like the comic,
and maybe Sim himself, is going to die alone, unmourned and unloved.
The complete text of the notorious text portion of Cerebus #186
is online here
The complete text of Sim’s most recent and ‘final’ statement of
his position, entitled ‘Tangents’ is online here.
A long, long correspondence between Alan Moore and Dave Sim about magic and mysticism as they relate Moore’s novel From Hell is online here.