A review by spaceisavacuum
Man and Superman by George Bernard Shaw

challenging informative reflective relaxing slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? No

3.5

Bernard Shaw’s ‘Man and Superman’ is his very own Don Juan; Molière had a Don Juan, Mozart did too, so did Wagner. My Don Juan is still Carlos Castañeda’s. In this Bernard tried to contrast from a Casanova, another prototype I don’t actually have a clue thereof: art, though, that art can supersede sex as secondary. Art is numerically everything; spirit, subject, source. I said that science is what art is not; Art is the vacillation of the animal: a feral burrow, a castle suspended in the clouds, architecture, invention, the mythos was secondary only to necessity: it became necessary to invent God; the invention of ‘God from the machine; deus ex machinae. The Epistle Dedicatory that composes XXXVIII (38) pages is more fascinating than the play, to explain in his own words: 

“the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”

Don Juan kills Ann’s father in a joust. Ann is appointed guardian to the unscrupulous Jack Tanner, that all passions ought to be moral, ‘ought’ and ‘passion are enfettered lexicons… the Oughtity of Passion is that insuperable defying of the Oughts., O Petrarch, Mon frère! 

I pick up books that I want to feel, at Present, sometimes they can come at a Apt time: Mendoza the brigand who robs from the rich, Tanner the Gentleman who robs from the poor, and headstrong Hector, ‘I wawnt’be a Mahn. I wawnt to know what poverty is.’ So there is a decision to choose: under the assumption that my guardian is not a tyrant, is better than losing all I own @ i stubborn blaze of defiance. I won’t be told what to do, I will be set where I’m neither abject nor truculent.

Ann goes to Hell. She meets the Don Juan, the Devil, and the Statue, who went to heaven. Earth is the home of the slaves of reality… their bods, hungry, cold, thirsty, aging, decaying, sickly. ‘But here [Hell] you escape the tyranny of the flesh.’ People are weary of heaven as in hell, for their sensation of flesh is mere discorporate; their souls, like, dance in inferno. Is Man, by invention, destroying himself? Why the devil - “I don’t admire the heavenly temperament.” 🌬️