
With the profusion of anti-heroes on television in recent years, from Tony Soprano’s jolly murderer to House’s belittling a-hole pose and from Jack Bauer’s strident seriousness to Dexter’s huggable serial killer, it’s easy to forget that MICHAEL MOORCOCK (born 1939) tested the limits of readerly ambivalence and amoral action decades ago with Elric of Melniboné and Jerry Cornelius. These and a host of other Eternal Champions, all cast as balancing elements in the endless struggle of Law and Chaos, were constantly threatening to destroy their connection with the reader via a never-ending assault on morality, the norms of character development, and cherished literary icons. Elric isn’t a parody of Conan, he is a shadow Conan, a diametric opposition; Cornelius isn’t just a postmodern Bond, he is a postmodern Redcrosse Knight, a negation of allegory. As editor of the British science-fiction magazine New Worlds, Moorcock systematically dismantled tired, Tolkien-esque tropes and barriers, helping build a new wave of literary fiction where the fantastic and SF bled together. New Worlds provoked critical outrage, but shattered the genre in ways that it’s taken the middlebrows decades to repair.
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tests the limits of readerly patience, too – i have tangled briefly, but for too long, with the nihilist waffle of the jerry cornelius stories. but i know that’s very early moorcock, and i remain open to him because he seems like a cool old englishman and i love hawkwind. SO: what’s the *one* moorcock book i should read?
I’ll borrow the ONE from winds when he’s done. +hopefully it has a rad pointy-medieval cover like the one here!
“Mother London,” naturally.
I’m a sucker for Elric. It’s very hard to care much about what’s happening to Jerry Cornelius – great figure, but the stories feel pretty pointless.
It probably reveals too much about your pathology, to say which of Moorcock’s Eternal Heroes you dig the most. But I’ll be bold and admit that I enjoy the Dorian Hawkmoon series most. I like the elaborate animal masks the baddies wear, the “ornithopters” and flame-lances, the future-medieval Europe, the political jokes (German hero, British villains), the pop culture jokes (Beatles now worshipped as gods). But Moorcock’s framework — eternal war of Chaos and Order — gets tiresome.
“Mother London,” but “Behold the Man” is probably the archetypal Moorcock book. I like the Oswald Bastable stories. Moorcock has somehow both improved and gotten less essential as he’s grown older.
I’ve got Mother London for you, right here. Boring cover though.
That’s my birthday too, as well as Alfred Bester’s, Brad Pitt’s, Steven Spielberg’s, Katie Holmes’s, Christina Aguilera’s, DMX’s, Ray Liotta’s, Ty Cobb’s, Betty Grable’s, that gal from Six Feet Under (Rachel Griffith’s–it just came to me), the guy who directed The Moderns (Alan Rudolph’s–ditto), Leonard Maltin’s, Casper Van Dien’s, and (my personal favorite) the Archduke Franz Ferdinand’s.
You must read The Swords Trilogy first — you will be hooked for life.