From Last Time:
Enza watched as Lok Sim closed his eyes and pulled her little niece into his arms. Thia wrapped her arms around his neck as he cradled the back of her head with one hand and gently kissed the crown of her hair. "Be good," he whispered.
I love how these lines from the previous part, posted at the top of page containing the new part, parallel the beginning of chapter 53:
"Hey little guy!" Jimmy exclaimed as they approached the farmhouse. Martha stood on the porch, holding Jon in her arms. Jimmy ran ahead of Lois, bounding toward the house with his typical, youthful enthusiasm.
Two very good men speak to young children. But Lok Sim is like a father figure to the orphaned little Thia, and he is saying good-bye to her. Jimmy is like Jon's uncle, and he is saying hello.
I loved this little bit of light-heartedness:
"Why don't we get inside," Martha said. "The turkey's resting and Jonathan's setting the table."
"Resting?" Jimmy asked as he stepped into the house.
"Yeah, apparently turkeys need to rest after you roast them," Lois replied as she pulled the screen door closed behind them. "Don't ask me; this is why I don't cook."
Thanksgiving. Turkey. For me personally these things mean very little, since we don't have a real Thanksgiving tradition in Sweden, and turkey is not very popular as a holiday food compared with ham. But Thanksgiving and turkey mean something to Lois and Jimmy. Those things are part of the holidays and festivals that any culture, society or civilization must have at their centers, to give its members or its people little bonfires of happiness, joy and a feeling of community to reach out and warm and brighten up the dreary treadmill circle of life. More than that, these traditional celebrations give to
almost everyone a reason to exist, no less: yes, because you know your family will want you to come home for Christmas, or Thanksgiving. I have not read all of your story, Rac, far from it. But until now, I've seen nothing like Thanksgiving or Christmas on Krypton. I remember that perhaps two parts ago, Talan's brother asked her what she wanted to live for. As far as I can remember, she couldn't really answer. Because you may die for your ideals, but you may live for celebrating your family and community and all the good things in life on Thanksgiving.
Celebrating Thanksgiving is a bit hard for Lois, since Clark is not there to celebrate it with her. But you made her give thanks in a way I found very moving:
"Thank you, for doing this with me," she said.
"Lois, this was all you, I just helped a little bit," he demurred.
"It meant everything to me," she replied. She pulled her young friend into a hug, feeling tears prick her eyes.
She thanks Jimmy for being there for her in Kinwara, and for taking that picture which won him a Kerth and which won her fight for the people of Kinwara the sympathy of the world, but which cost him so much sorrow.
And I'm not going to quote anything from the conversation between Lok Sim and Talan, but it was beautifully written, and it reflected so well the admirable character of these two people.
And Talan assigned Faral, "her grizzled sergeant", to protect Lok Sim. I wonder if Faral is going to give his life for Lok Sim.
I found it so moving that Lois persuaded Perry that he had to run an editorial that criticized Ultrawoman for endorsing a very flawed peace agreement in Kinwara. Lois herself felt bad about what she had given her support to, but she really had had no choice:
She'd been forced to choose between war and an imperfect peace. It was her ideals or other people's lives. She'd made the only choice she could.
This is so strongly and powerfully put.
He wondered, not for the first time, what possessed him to come here, what made him think he could lead a planet at war?
Actually, Rac, that is precisely the question I asked myself when the TV series made Clark leave Lois and the Earth to go and fight a war on Krypton. On the Earth, Clark had all his loved ones and everything and everyone he knew, plus his superpowers which allowed him to be fantastic force for good on his adopted home world. On Krypton, Clark knew no one, did not understand the society, should not have been able to speak the language, and had no special physical powers there at all. I'm sure you explained, earlier in your story, why Clark decided to go to Krypton, and I'm sure that in your story, it was the right thing to do, too. Probably Clark's compassion serves as an inspiration and a guiding light to the Kryptonians that simply can't be replaced. Even so I must admit that Clark's decision to go to Krypton and lead the planet at war baffles me.
In truth, he wanted to be good enough, strong enough, to lead these people. To bring peace to their world. He wanted to overcome the weakness in himself, the fear and the loathing.
There can be no doubt that Clark was motivated by the noblest of causes.
But he wasn't good enough, was he?
That's the problem. If George Bush was driven by lofty ideals when he pushed for an invasion of Iraq, he wasn't good enough to bring about the peace and prosperity he might have dreamed of.
I'm most certainly not comparing Clark with George Bush, but the question remains: What makes you think you will do more good than harm when you go to war?
He thought about all the people who'd died at Silban, and Breksin, and Terian, and a dozen other settlements across the planet. He thought about the medic, Rayid, who'd treated his wounds the very first time he'd been injured. The medic who'd been dead more than a year now. He thought about the little boy at Silban – the one he'd pulled from the rubble. Clark had told him that everything was going to be all right, even though he'd known damn well that it wasn't. He thought about the guards who'd been killed the day he'd been captured. They'd died protecting him.
I'm thinking about almost 3,000 young Americans who have died in Iraq. Was it worth it? Clark is thinking about the guards who gave their lives to protect him on the day he was captured. Even though they had died for him, he had still been taken prisoner by the horrible Lord Nor. Was the sacrifice of the guards worth it?
He hadn't been good enough or strong enough to help these people. They'd needed him, and he hadn't been able to protect them. He sat in the First Minister's chair, like a court jester usurping a king's throne. He didn't belong there. He didn't belong anywhere anymore. Even if he went back to Earth that very moment, he still wouldn't be home. He wouldn't be whole.
Maria has already quoted this, which is incredibly painful and strong. Clark's sense of homelessness touches me so deeply. I can understand him: he has been away from the Earth, from his parents, from Metropolis, from the Daily Planet, from Jimmy and Perry and from
Lois for so long. How can he be a part of all of that once more, when he hasn't shared their Earthly reality with them for several years, and when he may forever be haunted by horrible memories from Krypton?
I found the discussion between Zara and Ching regarding Clark and Talan interesting. I'm glad they understand the attraction between Talan and Clark. But, like Zara and Ching seem to do, I hope these two people will not have an affair. Like Terry, I think that Talan herself will remind Clark of his duty to Lois, if he ever seriously thinks of making love to the Kryptonian Commander. However, I think she desires him more than he desires her, at least if we talk about physical desire.
I was glad to see Lois make an important arrest in Kinwara. Yes, she did the right thing, when she endorsed that flawed peace agreement.
"Kal El." Nor announced his name boastfully, as though his triumph over his enemy had already been completed. And hadn't it been? "Let's see, where should we pick up today?" his tormentor mused aloud. Nor's boots thudded as he slowly descended the steps.
He walked leisurely toward Clark. Clark pressed his back against the cold wall of his prison. Chained down, he couldn't stand up, and he certainly couldn't fight or flee. "Oh yes, you were about to tell me what that word means. Low-iss," Nor hissed as he stopped right in front of his prisoner. "Perhaps you're wondering why I care. What in the world I could possibly stand to gain from whatever it is you mutter in that mongrel tongue of yours. It's simply this, Kal El," Nor said as he leaned over Clark. "There is nothing you have, nothing dear to you, which I cannot take. Nothing of yours that I will not make mine. So let's save the both of us some trouble. Tell me what it means."
Clark's nightmare about Nor is truly, truly horrible.
In Africa, Lois feels as down and bad about her own efforts at making peace as Jimmy felt about taking the iconical picture of Lois carrying the little dying baby boy. I love what Dalton told Lois, though, when she wouldn't have a drink with him:
People are alive today who wouldn't be if you hadn't done what you did. Now have a drink with me. If not to celebrate, then to drown our sorrows."
I love Talan's musings about herself, Clark and Lois:
It was perhaps odd that she didn't dwell on what things would have been like if fortune had led them down different paths. Because it wasn't simply an issue of luck or timing that prevented her from thinking about what her feelings for him meant. He belonged with his wife. His complete and utter devotion to her was one of the things Talan admired most about him. It was a fundamental part of who he was – part of what made him so thoroughly decent.
And Clark is coming out to where Talan is, close to Nor's forces. And Alon is about to send information about Clark's itinerary to Rae Et. Well, the possibilities that open up here are the sort of which I don't much like to think of.
Ann