It’s been some days now, that I took the farewell from Stella Maris, Mavis, Lady “are you a turtle?” Velkor, the midget, Hagbard Celine, Malaclypse and, the best of them all, Chips, and went on with my hempless routine. Departure wasn’t easy, for these people have made me really happy.
Never mind, their presence is everywhere: the books I read, the movies I see, the Game, the media, mediums and the coincidences I’m part of – they are everywhere.
So what is The Illuminatus Trilogy?
Don’t believe a word from that book’s cover – it’s one big rubbish aimed to be “attractive” to some people, as this book is, in its essence, resistible to any categorization. It’s not a sci-fi book, and it’s not a “conspiracy” book, it’s simply an irrational book, which you will find clear and shiny as Lucily diamonds.
R.A.W and Shea rationally destroy all rational thought. Here are some notes on that remarkable process:
“It’s like a split-screen movie, but split a thousand ways, and with a thousand soundtracks.”
This is how the Book describes itself, and indeed, that’s what you are about to experience.
Think of it this way: a film viewed through a thousand-squares’ monitor, like an eye of a fly, each square presenting part of the film. As this is a book, not a film, the way to achieve this sub-framing of narratives is via the Cut-Up Technique – that which Brion Gysin invented and Burroughs adopted.
So there’s a story, but it was cut into endless pieces, and the book is the pasting of them all, not in a rational-linear order, but rather in chaotic one. It takes time to get used to it, to tame our attention to those jumps in Space.
“This tomorrow–today–yesterday time is beginning to get under my skin. It’s happening more and more often”
The Book’s Time’s a liquid, pouring in any direction. There’s no past, present, future in the sequencing of events; it’s the tomorrow-today-yesterday world. So hold tight, for you are just about to begin a trip.
The world of a Book: space, time, people.
Forget what you know about Personalities & Characters. Here, anyone is anyone. There are always more personalities in what is supposed to be a single character, and often characters are seeing the world through the heads of other characters. You will find no salvation in trying to nail your cognition to a single personality – they are all constantly shifting around.
Oh, the I, the Narrator, the one in charge. Who’s, indeed, the one in charge here?! I wish I knew that answer. The I is nothing but an Illusion. Most of the time, if there’s a multiple-parties’ conversation, the I is allocated to the one who speaks currently. So you tap into that conversation where everybody’s I. Fuck it, get loose, you got nothing to lose.
There is a thick fog of hemp’ smoke to the ceiling of the Book. This book is meant to be INHALED!
And yet, it all makes sense and the reading streams smoothly, and it is funny and intriguing!
I seriously think it’s a mystery. Those guys, Shea & Wilson, have deciphered something about the human brain, i.e. that it can see clearly through Chaos! The Book itself is constantly smoking good, quality dope, so its Characters can clear their mind and open their eyes; same effect is achieved for the Reader (800 pages of top quality hemp) – you’re tripping all the way to the end, and the trip is lucid and crystal-clear.
Like any great work of art, the medium & the message, the structure & the narrative, are synchronized. So, similarly to the free structure, space, time, the I and the Characters of the book, so is the story telling us about people breaking space, time, the I, and anything else of an ordinary order.
What a wonderful world is this Book.
Robert Shea & Robert Anton Wilson
Einstürzende Neubauten – Stella Maris