John Bennett | Tire Grabbers | Hcolom Press

Tire Grabbers

by John Bennett (c) 2011

A Novel by John Bennett.

Tire Grabbers is the story of the coming of Moloch, a horrific force that mutates out of the Era of the Great Schism and – feeding on spiritual marrow – threatens Mankind’s extinction. And it is the story of the children who challenge Moloch, with their innocence and with an army of mind creatures that they eject into the outer world and call…

“People who think there is a difference between the past, the present and the future are living in an illusion.” — Albert Einstein

 

“it breathes in and out, it is all lungs and heart and brain, story telling at its best!” – Ann Menebroker, Sacramento, California

“Tire Grabbers is a rambunctious, ramshackle whale of a novel…” – Jim Feast, Evergreen Review

“Tire Grabbers is poetic speculative fiction at its best…” – B.L. Kennedy, Snakeskin Review

“Rarely do post-Joycean novels so boldly create language and confront history…” – David Milholland, President Oregon Cultural Heritage Commission

“The writing is edgy, fast-paced and thoroughly engaging…” – Mark Terrill, Small Press Review

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  1. John Bennett’s novel, Tire Grabbers, cannot be paraphrased in our world terms. There is too much madness in his method for that. Certainly, he presents us with a recognisable parallel fictional universe, but one whose parallels exist on the level of resonance rather than direct reference to the world as we know it. Of course there are passages in the book in which he could be describing the world we inhabit, but he keeps these passages within the imaginative parameters of his fictional world. He is both writing about our world and yet not writing about it, and this allows his novel far more prophetic scope than it would otherwise have. Everyone, I think, would recognise the following passage as a description of the world we inhabit:

    “Patrick stared at the thousands of skeletal fingers clawing the sky from the rooftops of Los Angeles. He could sense them pulling generic images out of thin air and implanting them in the heads of millions of Homogenized People, each head filling with precisely the same set of images, rendering radio (which was rife with image anarchy) obsolete.”

    [p.130]

    That describes a phenomenon in our world alright, but it is no less a phenomenon in Bennett’s fictional universe; so it is in no sense an intrusion. These parallels underpin the novel, which is what makes it at times feel frighteningly relevant.

    It is not my intention here to give a summation of Tire Grabbers as a novel (i.e., its narrative, plot, characterisation, dialogue, et cetera) from a literary critic’s perspective. What interests me is how the ‘real world’ we inhabit, and which is daily becoming more nightmarish, has filtered through into the imaginative cosmos of the novel. As we have seen, the ‘real world’ is not unrecognisable in the novel–indeed, in places it is all too painfully there–but it is transformed. Bennett is a writer of fiction and has a very clear idea of what that means for the momentum and coherence of his novel.

    Moreover, Tire Grabbers is a work of epic dimensions, with its own mythic (cosmological) structure, its struggle between good and evil, its heroes and villains, all of whom engage you as complex characters in their own right.

    The book in places borrows from popular culture, although it does so in non-nihilistic and intelligent ways. At other times, literary works like Paradise Lost and even The Iliad come to mind. Beyond all this, however, it is the work’s ‘political subtext’ which interests me. The rest can be left to the aforementioned literary critics.

    In the beginning, according to the novel’s brief introduction, human beings live in The Age of Innocence, in which cosmic harmony prevails. (Notice the use of the present tense, which doubles here as the ‘eternity tense’.) This is followed by The Era of the Great Schism, in which Mankind splits into two factions–Hunters, who are locked down in a mind-set called The Hard World, and Dreamers, who develop magical powers that give them sanctuary in a parallel world called The Secret Place. In time the Reign of Moloch emerges, mutating almost willy-nilly out of the strife-torn Era of the Great Schism. This is the mythic background to the struggles which take place in the novel.

    Moloch is an autonomous force that feeds on spiritual marrow and threatens Mankind with extinction; a horrific force, rather like Tolkien’s Mordor, I think, though much more cosmic in scope. (The novel is also refreshingly free of the master/servant ethos of Tolkien’s epic.)

    Moloch turns people into Drone Zombies, “individuals who are soul dead and stripped of all powers of discernment.” They are “known in The Secret Place as Lethargics.”

    Another but far from adequate term for this process might be “dumbing down.” It is what our present civilisation seems to want of its citizens and is secretly aiming for–unquestioning Drone Zombies whose individuality and rebellious spirit have been utterly quashed. Whereas in The Era of the Great Schism diversity was useful, because it was divisive, in The Reign of Moloch only homogeneity matters. Everyone must be reduced to the Same, while Difference becomes an expression of treason.

    Thus:

    “What is the biggest threat to our power?” Jacob Sandeno, head of Quality Control demanded of the Council of Uniformity.

    “Diversity!” the Council sang in unison.

    “Yes, diversity,” Jacob said. “We have myriad cultures in existence due to the great migrations over the millennia. We have different races, different languages, different just about everything. In the past, high-echelon Hunters have used this diversity to bring about strife and discord among the Drones and other sub-groups, thereby keeping the masses from realizing their situation and rising up against us. But that approach does not help achieve our current goals. Uniformity is what we’re after, sameness, predictability. And as cultures continue to collapse in on themselves and races intermingle, uniformity will be the end result, and our control will increase exponentially.”

    [p.94]

    Who cannot see these processes emerging in our society? Bennett may only be projecting his vision onto his imagined universe, but sameness, predictability and control is the name of the game in our world as well. We seem to be headed for our own version of The Reign of Moloch.

    The Independent recently ran an article about the surveillance society and police state that is emerging in Britain (and no doubt in Bennett’s own U.S.A.–it’s a global phenomenon). The pretext for this increased surveillance is The War on Terror, but the real underlying agenda is plain for anyone to see who is not willfully blind. The writer in The Independent used the analogy of the frog which–if thrown into boiling water–will do its best to escape. However, if you place the frog into cold water and then slowly bring the water to a boil, the frog won’t know what is happening until it is too late. Likewise, the masses of Drone Zombies remain oblivious as The Era of the Great Schism mutates indiscernibly into The Reign of Moloch.

    Of course all this assumes that people are susceptible to such processes of domination and control, that they can be easily fooled and manipulated into abandoning their freedoms. Bennett is in no doubt that they are so susceptible, and how susceptible he thinks people are can be gleaned from the following passage:

    “The Nutrition Consortium in the Capital of Darkness had invented chocolate milk, and behind the blitz of radio bulletins and newspaper headlines, it became all the rage. The reasoning was simple: if white milk was good for you, chocolate milk must be better–it has more in it. It’s better and it’s fun and parents who love their children give it to them.

    “Even while the Great War still raged, machinery was being set in motion to more effectively suck the Soul Breath out of humans and increase the population of Drone Zombies. Operation Milk was a test of the effectiveness of the newly created Deviation Inquisition–could the public be swayed to abandon habitual behavior by nothing more than a government proclamation based on reasoning that would not stand the light of day?

    “The success of Operation Milk was greater than anyone dared dream, and then Jacob Sandeno, a mere Deviation Inquisition field agent at the time, took everyone by surprise by suggesting, ‘Why stop here? Why not make the public turn back to white milk and do it with nothing more than a catch phrase: according to experts…’ “

    [p.77]

    In Bennett’s fictional parallel universe, the public’s suggestibility is certainly more marked than it is in our world. Yet there is something very accurate about the way he depicts it. After all, if we doubt that people can be manipulated in this way, we need only think of the ease with which they fell for the nonsense Hitler spouted. People en masse do behave in this way. And it is our awareness of the fact which makes Bennett’s Drone-Zombie scenario seem so frighteningly possible. So that if our world seems somewhat more complex and messy than that in the novel (though he does a very good job of reproducing something of that messy complexity), Bennett has nonetheless hit upon a very important truth about it.

    Such truths can make some people despair. It certainly made Orwell despair, which was why the ending of 1984 was so bleak. But Bennett has faith in the potential of people to create new universes on the ruins of old ones. Moloch will eventually be destroyed; it will die once it has devoured all the spiritual resources off which it lives, just as the cancer will die with the body it kills. And once that happens, the creative impulse can begin to emerge and make itself felt again, as it does in the novel’s epilogue:

    “At that moment, the universe snapped loose from its moorings, and without its spiritual gyroscope, went spinning wildly into extinction, taking Moloch with it, howling its insatiable appetite. Simultaneously, in the Black Hole of Infinite Potential, a new universe peeled away and floated like pollen through the blackness of Astral Time. Gradually, a pinpoint of light appeared within Anastasia’s mind, and the fledgling universe gathered momentum until it was rocketing down a pink funnel of pulsing placenta, bursting free of the birth canal of creation in an explosion of color and sound. It was like the last note of a great symphony, hanging in the air as the conductor’s baton slowly lowered, trailing stardust and galaxies in its wake.”

    [p. 356]

    Bennett, of course, is right to end up on a mythic and cosmic note such as this. He could not possibly have arrived at such an optimistic conclusion using the resources made available to him by a four-dimensional realistic method, because it would have left him incapable of transcending the world we see in existence around us. Realism is inadequate because it cannot go cosmic and provide us with anything resembling a mythical framework through which we could imagine the possibility of worlds beyond this one.

    Before winding up, just a brief word or two about The Secret Place and some of its denizens. It is governed by The Council of Grand Shamans, among whose members are Allah,Christ, Buddha, Krishna, Zeus, Woden, Oya (the stately goddess of the Yoruba), Doubting Thomas and Henry Miller, although the latter is only there in an advisory capacity. (After all, the Gods are not so savvy about the ways of the world that they can do without the advice of a Henry Miller!)

    In addition to The Council of Grand Shamans, there is the Ruler of Great Mysteries–the spiritual font of all Creation. The Ruler of Great Mysteries has an alter-ego in the form of The Evil One, whom he created out of boredom. (Moloch, by the way, is a force which threatens to devour even the Ruler of Great Mysteries, along with the Evil One.) There are many other denizens of the Secret Place, too many to list here. But they take an active part in what takes place in the novel, in much the same way as the Homeric gods do in The Iliad, or God and the angels in Milton’s Paradise Lost. Other terms to note are The Gone World and Shanty Talk, but I”m afraid you’ll have to read the novel to find out just what they mean. Likewise Tire Grabbers.

    John Bennett’s novel is refreshingly optimistic, but not in any facile or easily come by sense. The author seems to be fully aware that true Creation can only happen ex nihilo, as it were. Not until the parallel universe he describes in fictional terms passes away will a new one emerge to replace it, and this must be so, because as long as the old universe endures, the new will have no room in which to establish a foothold and begin to expand.

    Bennett knows only too well what such renewal will mean in terms of what we will have to sacrifice of the old world; but he has not succumbed to Orwell’s despair.

    Richard Livermore is a poet and essayist living in Edinburgh, Scotland. He is also the editor of the highly respected literary journal Chanticleer Magazine.

  2. I read Tire Grabbers a little while ago… maybe a month ago or so. It was a real ‘wow’ book for me. I read it more or less straight through. The whole story rang true in many senses, at least as true as certain spiritual ideas can be in a linguistic sense. You’re probably not aware of this, but there was a lot of kabbalistic imagery and ideas in the book. The mind creatures, the worlds of the mind creatures, the importance of naming, down to the name Ancient One, Atik Yomin in aramaic. At first I was dissapointed in the las section. The first four sections were so non-stop action packed, and then things just seemed to go flat after that. I was honestly astonished at how there was just one climax after another, building to this fever pitch, and then things seemed to just float away. It wasn’t until the very last page that I appreciated the ending. The subtly really brought home the present nature of the whole story.

    Anyway, I just wanted to tell you I really enoyed the book.

  3. This is a great book.

    While most entertainment these days, including the novels pouring out of Manhattan, mainly soften you up, so that you can more easily tolerate being assimilated into what’s radically hurtful, unjust, and failing–“Tire Grabbers,” while fascinating, delighting, and revealing all sorts of extraordinary insights into society today, strengthens your independence, understanding, cunning, and will.

    This is a very serious book, yet a very funny one. The writer is so skillful that you don’t have to have a great vocabulary to follow what you’re being told. It’s a lot like watching an adventure movie. There are elements of vivid cartoon, too, and also of dead serious realism, told very straight forward—startlingly different from the viewpoint of the evening news.

    The main subject of this book—which is full of variety—is the suppression of parts of ourseves, and those parts of ourselves which seem exotic as a result, when they surface, as they do here. It is, especially, about our political situation and our imaginations…

  4. Tire Grabbers takes the trends at work in world society since WWII and extends them into the future to their logical conclusion–it’s a book of prophecy.

  5. So far, it’s holding up extremely well! I must say, it’s completely unlike anything I’ve ever read before–it’s broadening my horizons. I’m used to Hemingway’s (deceptive) “Sally, Dick and Jane” style and the style you used in TG is, well, rather daunting, but it’s so poetic that even when I know I’m not “getting” everything, it’s a pleasure to read. And not only is it very spiritual, it’s culturally relevant and funny. A good combination!

  6. Upon my first reading I could not help but see parallels to Philip K. Dick’s Valis Trilogy….the great J.R.R. Tolkien….and Robert Anton Wilson’s Cosmic Trigger. But there is much more to Bennett’s vision than the obvious comparisons to the above authors…This is a book that must be read, studied and enjoyed. This is speculative fiction at its best.

  7. Despite praise from Bukowski, Saul Bellow and Tom Robbins, three highly distinctive American idols, a broad audience has yet to discover Bennett. Tire Grabbers could break the barricades.

  8. “…the writing is edgy, fast-paced, and thoroughly engaging, as with everything that Bennett has written in the past. Tire Grabbers is certainly a high-water mark in Bennett’s long career, a postmodern parable to rattle the cage of the terminally disenchanted.”

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