On Mother’s Day our entire family went to see the latest Avengers movie. On the way home I asked my fifteen year old son if Iron Man – the character played by Robert Downey Jr. – reminded him of anyone he’d recently read about; further probing, I followed up with “what about Ultron?” My point in asking was to demonstrate the applicability of what he was learning in his critical writing class to every day events. In other words to get him thinking that the stuff he learns in school is useful and not a pointless activity for passing the time away. After he responded that Iron Man reminds him of Mr. Easter – one of his buddy’s dad – I got the typical teenage glare that transcends words. Of course I didn’t stop there. I commented that he reminded me of Victor Frankenstein, the protagonist in the 1818 classic novel written by Mary Shelley (which Jack is currently reading) and that his evil creation – the monster or “daemon” – was the equivalent of Ultron. Further demonstrating my analytical prowess (ha ha) I reminded him about a point in the recently-read novel “O Pioneers” that in human history there are five stories that recur. The implication was that both the Avenger movie and Frankenstein novel address the question of man’s place in nature and what can go wrong when flawed humans assume Divine work (creation). The remaining car ride was silent.
The following evening Jack asked for my help with a poetry writing assignment. I laughed and commented “funny how life works out – less than twenty-four hours ago you were shunning my input and now your asking for it!” – to which he retorted: “Fine, don’t help me . . . I’ll just grow up and become liberal!”