That's tomorrow, by the way, and you can go pre-order both right now if you want by clicking on the titles above. (Spoiler Alert: You want to!)
Okay everybody,
bear with me for a minute as I heap some love upon the 1982 movie, Conan the
Barbarian.
Conan is a legitimately great movie. I could write
a dissertation on that movie. Dammit, I should write a dissertation
on that movie. But not now, not here. Suffice to say that the John
Milius tale of an orphaned boy sold into slavery and his long, dark road
to revenge is one of the most compelling tales of human will and the ironies of
human suffering I’ve ever watched. This movie is, I feel,
Schwarzenegger’s best performance of his career, and he mostly has Robert
E Howard and John Milius to thank.
But enough of the gushing – let’s get into the details.
What drives this movie is one thing: The Riddle of Steel. The Riddle goes
something like this:
Crom, the Mountain God, possessed the secret to
make steel – a strong, silvery metal that is also flexible. A race of
giants stole the secret from Crom and, in his wrath, the mountain god crushed
them. He left the secret of steel, however, on the battlefield, for men to
find. At the start of the movie, Conan’s Father says:
“The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one – no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts…[Points to sword] This you can trust.”
The very
next day, Conan’s father, mother, and all his people are slaughtered in a raid.
He and the other children are sold off to slavery. Conan himself is tied to a
mill wheel for his entire childhood, until he becomes literally as strong as an
ox. And so begins his story.
The Riddle of Steel is just that – a Riddle. Conan’s
father does not know the answer. Conan lives most of his life under the
illusion that the true ‘discipline’ of steel is a fine sword and a good suit of
armor. It’s wealth, power, the trappings of glory, a fine horse and a full
flagon of wine, all of which might be won by a good blade and the skill to
wield it. He is, however, wrong.
There are two characters in the movie who know the
answer, or at least guess at it. The first is King Osric:
“There comes a time, thief, when the
jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room
becomes a prison, and all that is left is a father’s love for his child.”
Osric, once a
powerful northern barbarian just like Conan, now sees what his steel has earned
him: nothing. He is helpless against his daughter’s betrayal. His only hope is
to use the wages of his steel – his wealth – to get Conan to somehow bring his
daughter back. He is weak, and he doesn’t know how it can be done. Of course,
Thulsa Doom is the one who truly understands the Riddle. When speaking with
Conan, he says this:
“Steel isn’t strong, boy, flesh is
stronger! Look around you. There, on the rocks; a beautiful girl. Come to me,
my child…
[coaxes the girl to jump to her death]
That is strength, boy! That is power! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste.”
[coaxes the girl to jump to her death]
That is strength, boy! That is power! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste.”
That is the
ultimate trick to the riddle. Steel is nothing without flesh. Power over the
flesh is power over steel, by definition.
Even when told, Conan cannot accept the answer to this
riddle. When he finally gains his revenge, when he casts down Thulsa Doom and
destroys his snake-cult, he is left brooding on the steps of the Mountain
of Power, trying to consider the implications of his ‘victory.’ We do not exult
in Conan’s revenge and neither does the barbarian. He has not really ‘won’
anything – all he can do is sit there and consider his loss. What does it mean,
now that Doom is gone and Conan’s great revenge is completed? Is he better off?
Has anything really changed? He, perhaps, can be seen to be ‘free’, but free to
do what, exactly? Steal? Pillage? Conquer a kingdom like Osric’s? Indeed, later
in Conan’s life, he does all these things. But so what?
One of the many, many reasons I love this movie is
because it shows revenge for what it is: empty and cold. Those who would
trade an eye for an eye do not understand the Riddle. The key to the world is
not held in a blade, but it is held within yourself. The film is full of people
who, on some level, are trying to answer this riddle for themselves –
they try to find something external to themselves, something that
will grant them power or safety or peace or wholeness. Osric and his riches,
the snake cultists and their religion, Valeria and her search for love, Conan
and his desire for revenge. None of them find the answer, because they are
looking in the wrong place. As Conan sits and broods, does this dawn on
him? I do not know.
This struggle is a universal one. All of us are seeking
the answer to that great Riddle – how do we get what we want? How do we become
great? The great majority of us are looking, ultimately, in the wrong place. We
should look within for that power, for what else do we have more
complete control over than ourselves? Conan’s struggle in life is an
exaggerated mirror of our own struggles. We are shaped by our pains and
our tragedies and our victories alike, and the realization of this is
important. Even as we read this – even as I write this – we nod
and say ‘yeah, totally, I get it.’ But we still don’t. We don’t really
understand, just like Conan does not. We look around us and see bleakness and
tragedy and emptiness, but we are missing those things that are truly
fulfilling and which aren’t forged from steel but, instead, from our own flesh
and blood.
In my novel, The
Iron Ring, the protagonist, Tyvian Reldamar, is vain, selfish,
materialistic, and arrogant. He doesn’t get it, either. He doesn’t even think
to ask, actually. He has to be dragged, kicking and screaming, towards the
answer to the riddle. I think a lot of us could use such a wake-up call
sometimes—myself included. Will we ever achieve its answer? Will Tyvian? Will
Conan? I don’t know.
~*~
He lives and works in Boston, MA. Auston is a winner of the Writers of the Future Contest (2nd place in quarter 1, 2014) and has published stories in Analog, The Sword and Laser Anthology, and Stupefying Stories. His debut novel, The Iron Ring (Book 1 in the Saga of the Redeemed), will be released on 2/10/15. Find him on his blog at aahabershaw.wordpress.com.
No comments:
Post a Comment