Sorry for the late response! Intense and exhausting weekend. But, here it goes...
Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis
ignited an interesting religious undertone, which I would not really
necessarily consider an abandonment of religion, but rather a reconfiguring of
what religion meant to the narrator from the get-go. Page six, the fourth illustrated
page in the text, immediately places us into the narrator’s religious thought
process: “Deep down I was very religious…I was born with religion” (6), and we
continue to experience her desire to become a prophet throughout the first
portion of the text. Satrapi’s illustration of a God is reoccurring up until
page 70, and although we do not see that depiction or her relationship with God
past that point, it seems as if the prophetic side of the narrator occurs
through her actions, which she describes as “rebellious.”
Satrapi says that the reasons she thought she “was the last
prophet by age six” was because their maid did not eat with them, her father
drove a Cadillac, and her grandmother’s knees hurt (6), which makes me think of
not necessarily the “rules” of religion but rather the interpretations that the
narrator took from her understanding of what it meant to be connected with God.
The reader pretty regularly encounters a depiction of child Satrapi interacting
with God on what seems to be an intimate level (pages 8, 9, 13, 14, 16, 25, 30,
53, 70), and we can see that once we get deeper into the story, His appearances
become less frequent and ultimately disappear after she tells Him to go away.
This, to me, speaks to somewhat of a friendship with God as opposed to the “you
must do everything that I say” God that is mentioned through teachers at a
later date in the story (the concept of heaven, hell, paradise for the little
boy soldiers, which was confusing to Satrapi and her family pgs 98-102). Of course,
this is after the renouncing of the God figure on page 70. But, I would say
that the narrator continues to achieve her prophetic desire through tackling
and considering the social constructs (which she concludes are the reasons
behind her desire to turn Prophet).
The reader is encountered with the food problem not only by
the maid’s place NOT at the dinner table, but also through the multiple grocery
store scenes (87-88; 92-93). Each of these scenes depict the extreme lack of
food in grocery stores and gas stations during the bombings—because Satrapi
includes them, she places herself in a position similar to her childhood maid
who was not allowed to eat at the table with her family—the wealthy individuals
are brought to a similar stature as their previous help. These pages, too, show
her family’s Cadillac out of working order. Her father cannot find gas to fuel
the car, and the car acted as a status symbol, and therefore the family’s
status decreased to the status of those who previously did not have expensive
cars. Each family became the same in through the destruction caused by the war,
and social class became less important, very similar to what I know of the
Christian faith and the teachings of Jesus in the New Testament.
It is so interesting to me that through the destruction of
her home, Satrapi’s prophetic rules become somewhat truths, but in a way that
articulates itself as negative (due to the death of thousands, war, etc). Even
more interesting is that the narrator says that the beginning of the war
coincides with her “Shut up, get out of my life!!!!” proclamation to her God
figure (70-71). I feel like there are a zillion million things to say about the
act of prophecy and religion in this text (and really, everything about this text)… and am not totally sure how to
articulate them at this moment. Such as the reoccurring statement “too much” (I
can’t find the page numbers). And (!) the mention of Zarathustra (pg 7), which
if one has read “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” by Friedrich Nietzsche, has its own
underlying meanings around the notion of prophecy.
I thought a lot about how the war changed the class dynamics for the characters in this story. I felt the opposite, though! I was shocked by how much mobility and isolation they retained through the growing conflict. Her family had to wait in gas ration lines, but they were still driving, and they were able to travel abroad and bring back souvenirs! Marji was allowed to go to the black market and buy expensive jeans, espadrilles, and a ring. I thought that this was a real big luxury. One that Mehri certainly couldn't enjoy! I sort of lost track of Mehri at this part of the story though, and wasn't sure how well she was being taken care of by her employing family.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the class analysis and what Martha said as well. The class issues are brought out because Marji has an awareness that there are others without her luxuries, but they lose them too, as you point out--PII will share more about what happens if you haven't read it yet.
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I also found her distinct image of god was interesting because it was very much a figure of power that she needed to reinforce her visions of herself as a prophet. Like you mention, this image dissipates at the same time that events with the Revolution take a turn, as if her conception of a god figure and her own special place went hand in hand. (I don't know why, but for some reason I found her conversations with god really enjoyable, so it was kind of disappointing when she told him to get out!) Prayer becomes something of a safety shield rather than a personal sense of purpose, which I thought was a very complete turn around.
ReplyDelete"Satrapi says that the reasons she thought she “was the last prophet by age six” was because their maid did not eat with them, her father drove a Cadillac, and her grandmother’s knees hurt (6), which makes me think of not necessarily the “rules” of religion but rather the interpretations that the narrator took from her understanding of what it meant to be connected with God."
ReplyDeleteDefinitely. It struck me right away that Satrapi compares Karl Marx to God and even makes a little joke about it. Marjane's faith in God, which she is expected to accept unquestioningly in her upbringing, falters when she notices the discrepancy between social classes.