I’ve never been good at writing about poetry. That’s why after I read Lord George Gordon Byron’s Darkness several times, I went on a Google expedition. Poetry has always scared me because getting stuck in the tone, diction, and “what was the speaker feeling?” myre is a little too easy. Of course, these are all valid ways to look at poetry — or any other literary work for that matter — but I find it frustrating that a poem is viewed as a code to be cracked.

Normally, I shy away from poetry, but, alas, Darkness is on The List. So here goes, and I should also disclose that I got my historical information from Wikipedia.

Synopsis: The poem details the observations of a man whose world is covered in darkness by some fiery cataclysmic event. Byron writes:

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day…

There’s a lot more after that, but the setup is incredibly important because it lays the foundation for what life was like in Geneva, the city where Byron is said to have gotten the inspiration for this poem, according to Wikipedia.

Historical Context: On the surface, the poem does resemble a last man on Earth story. However, according to Wikipedia, Byron wrote “Darkness” in July 1816, which is referred to as the Year Without a Summer. During that summer, “severe summer climate abnormalities destroyed crops in Northern Europe, the Northeastern United States and eastern Canada. Average global temperatures decreased about 0.4–0.7 °C (0.7–1.3 °F), enough to cause significant agricultural problems around the globe,” according to the entry in Wikipedia.

These crazy weather patterns, scholars think, were caused “by a combination of a historic low in solar activity with a volcanic winter event; the latter caused by a succession of major volcanic eruptions capped off by the Mount Tambora eruption of 1815, the largest known eruption in over 1,600 years,” the post elaborates.

What’s more, if Wikipedia is to be believed, other pretty important things happened because of Mount Tambora’s erruption: Mary Shelley wrote ”Frankenstein” and  John William Polidori’s wrote “The Vampyre.” The colder weather also led to poor crop yields, which led to a scarcity of oats for horses, spurring the invention of alternative, horseless transportation. Back then, it was known as the velocipede. Today, we know the contraptions under the name, bicycle. And then we have Joseph Smith. Without that volcano, the Book of Mormon and founding of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints might have never happened.

So here you have it, folks: Darkness.

Published in 1954,  Fredric Brown’s Answer is an example of good flash fiction. In the very short story, Brown writes about man building a super computer, which connects 96 billion planets. Since all the knowledge of the world is connected by the flip of a switch, the main character, Dwar Reyn, takes the opportunity to ask the computer a question, “a question which no single cybernetics machine has been able to answer.”

Is there a god?

I don’t want to spoil the end, so I’ll stop plot the discussion here.

What I love about the story is that the reader is intentionally left to fill in the blanks. You’d have to given Answer’s word count.

It’s a bad sign when you have to talk yourself into finishing a book, and that’s exactly where I am with “Plague Year” by Jeff Carlson. If I had even 30 pages to go, I might be exaggerating about how much of that novel I have left to read. Still, I find myself struggling to finish the book, to care about what happens to what ends up being a pretty shallow story, with very shallow characters, which is a shame because of how strong the book’s lede is. “They ate Jorgensen first,” Carlson writes in his opening sentence.

Genius. The story grasped me immediately, and then Carlson telegraphed every plot twist after the first 90 pages. Sad.

I’m going to power through to the end of the book this weekend since I’ve made the commitment to read the stories on The List, but I may or may not update this post depending on how spectacular the ending is. Right now, I just feel disappointed. I foresee no update, but we’ll see.

UPDATE: (July 2, 2010) When I said I’d power through the book over the weekend, I really meant the week and only at the pace of a couple of pages at a time.

So let’s get into it.

One thing that really bugs me about the book is how the narrator is too omniscient, and it gets to the point where you just don’t know if it’s a character’s subconscious mind that is playing narrator or some observant being who isn’t exactly detached from the situation.

Carlson also does a great job of telling you about what’s unfolding, but he doesn’t really show it. I was also disappointed that we never got back to how badly messed up you can get by becoming a cannibal. As I mentioned earlier, the novel starts off with, “They ate Jorgensen first,” and ends with one of the central characters just kind of feeling bad that he resorted to eating people as a way to survive.

Anyway, this book was a major bust for me. On to the next story now.