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1996, the best year in movie history, pt. 58: Little Dieter needs to fly

R.I.P. Joseph Ratzinger – Pope Benedict XVI.

R.I.P. Pelé.

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Little Dieter Needs to Fly

When Dieter Dengler was a boy, the Allies bombed his village in the Black Forest. He was awestruck. He immediately felt that he must become a pilot.

I never wanted to go to war, he tells Werner Herzog in this documentary. But he had to, to fly.

He traveled to the United States. He joined the Air Force, was made to peel potatoes for two years, and figured out that to fly he needed to join the Navy instead.

In due course, he was sent to fly over Laos. He was shot down and taken prisoner. He escaped.

Most of the documentary shows the older Dieter back in Laos. He recounts his harrowing months as a POW. He re-enacts certain episodes.


(Uh, oh, he says in this scene, this feels a little too close to home.)

He revisits ricefields, riverbeds, jungle trails, villages. He is supplied with props. He gives a short demonstration of lighting a fire with bamboo, and another of getting loose from a set of handcuffs.


Some of the props are human beings: locals who have been hired to dress up as soldiers or villagers.


It gets weird. Dieter recalls an especially nasty confrontation which resulted in the maiming of a villager. After he tells this story, Dieter embraces the villager-prop who has been standing next to him.

You still have all your fingers, Dieter notes.

By the time these people appear in the movie, we’ve been primed to accept their status as foregrounded props. In an earlier scene at an airfield, Dieter has been posed next to a mannequin. The mannequin is irrelevant to what the scene ostensibly is about – piloting – yet it dominates the sequence.


Like the mannequin, the performers who are dressed as villagers and soldiers pose silently next to Dieter while he does the talking. They are almost purely decorative – more decorative, anyway, than the locals employed by Herzog in such jungle movies as Aguirre and Fitzcarraldo.

There is another layer of artifice. Yes, it’s Dieter who speaks, and yes, the movie recounts the story of his life, but it’s uncertain to what extent he is the author of what he says. It turns out that some of his speeches are due to Herzog. (This isn’t revealed in the documentary itself.) And some of Dieter’s behaviors – e.g., obsessively opening and closing his front door to remind himself that he is free – also were invented by Herzog. Even though Dieter is a memorable individual, it turns out that in some parts of the movie, he is Herzog’s puppet.

How free is Dieter, really?

His participation in the documentary is consensual, yet it is Herzog, not Dieter, who pulls the strings.

He is no longer in shackles or without food, but his daily existence is arranged as if he were terrified of reverting to those conditions.

Moreover, even before he became a prisoner in Laos, he was governed by a compulsion. He needed to fly.

He reminds me of no one else in the movies so much as the Japanese WW2 aircraft designer in Miyazaki’s The Wind Rises – another character who has experienced the horror of cities’ destruction, and who nonetheless goes on to contribute to bombing and killing. The aircraft designer and Dieter are both drawn irresistably to a particular craft. A vocation. Or so one would wish to call it, without quite being able to: each of these craftsmen is insufficiently reflective upon, if not totally insensitive to, whether his craft is to be used for good or ill.

Modern warfare – technically sophisticated, ultra-destructive warfare – would be impossible without such dedicated craftsmen as these.

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I am reminded of one other Miyazaki movie: Porco Rosso. Dieter visits an apparently unending “graveyard” of disused military planes.


A heaven for pilots, is how Dieter describes it.

There is a heaven for pilots in Porco Rosso. Those who have seen that movie will know what I mean.

Little Dieter opens with this quotation from Revelation 9:6: “And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.” Like Porco, Dieter is a survivor who thinks constantly of those who have died, who wonders why he still lives.

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After Dieter died in 2001, Herzog released a “postscript” consisting of footage of Dieter’s military funeral. Then, ten years after the documentary’s initial (1997) release, Herzog brought out a feature movie about Dieter’s experiences as a POW: Rescue Dawn, starring Christian Bale. I haven’t seen that movie. I wonder if it shows Dieter in a different light.

Does Herzog regret having used Dieter as his puppet? His protagonist in the documentary Grizzly Man (2005) is not used in that way. Herzog makes interjections in that documentary, too, but it is always clear that they’re his: there is no blending of his voice and the protagonist’s. (Of course, Grizzly Man’s protagonist died before Herzog became involved with his story.)

For more on Little Dieter, Grizzly Man, Rescue Dawn, and other movies, see this book.

Two R.I.P.s; October’s reading; my children

Two deaths: (1) the wonderful actor Robbie Coltrane; and, in May, (2) the legal, political, and moral philosopher Joseph Raz, whose important but tough-going oeuvre is now helpfully summarized at pp. 148–155 of this year’s Balliol College Annual Record. (Hat tip: Leiter. Included in the piece: an explanation of how the name “Raz” came to be.) I spent most of one semester of graduate school slogging through The Morality of Freedom. It would’ve been nice to have had this memorial essay to start off with.

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I’d intended, this horror season, to try out The Monk by Matthew Lewis; instead, I’m reading Dracula. I’d put it off for a long time. Now, I can report that, unlike Dorian Gray and Jekyll and Hyde, it’s pretty gripping. There’s genuine horror when Count Dracula is on the scene; there’s a lot of (vaguely troubling) hilarity when he’s absent. Karin was the impetus for this reading. She and her friend Nora have been keeping up with the Daily Dracula, a schedule based upon the dates of the letters and diary entries that make up the novel. Karin and Nora began reading in May and have been advancing at a snail’s pace; I’ll finish reading before they will. The story concludes in November.

I learned this amusing tidbit about Stoker:
In August 1894, at the end of a month-long stay to research his embryonic novel, Bram Stoker wrote in the visitors’ book at the Kilmarnock Arms on the Aberdeenshire coast that he had been “delighted with everything and everybody” and hoped to return soon. …

The feeling was not entirely mutual. Stoker, a genial Irishman usually known for his cheeriness, was experimenting with what would become known as “method acting” to get under the skin of his new character, one Count Dracula. … The author’s links with the London theatre inspired Stoker to try inhabiting his character in a different way.

According to his wife, Florence, everyone – including the hotel staff, and the locals – was frightened of him. He “seemed to get obsessed by the spirit of the thing,” she later said. He “would sit for hours, like a great bat, perched on the rocks of the shore, or wander alone up and down the sand hills thinking it all out.”
I got Karin to agree to watch Herzog’s Nosferatu when we have finished reading Dracula. I saw it many years ago. From what I can recall of it, it’s pretty faithful to the book.

I also am going to read The Island of Doctor Moreau.

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“Hi, there!” – Daniel’s first words? He seemed to repeat them to me immediately after I said them to him. (I don’t count Da, da, da, da, da – typical infantile babble.)

He crawls now, and he can pull himself up onto his feet and stand against the furniture. He also tries to steal Samuel’s food, although he has trouble eating it with his two teeth. Samuel also has trouble eating his food, due to his intense stubbornness.

How to hide an empire

I said I’d review this book if I ever got to finish it. Well, I’ve finished it.

How to Hide an Empire: A History of the Greater United States, by Daniel Immerwahr.

Better-written than most history books (and by a scholar, not a mere journalist). Nice, light touch. Frequently funny. This is a merciful quality, since reading about many of these events made me feel like throwing up.

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It’s unusual for an historian to get away with writing the phrase “In a delicious historical irony.”

It comes near the end of the guano chapter, in a digression upon the German-Jewish chemist Fritz Haber. “By inventing ammonia synthesis” – the basis of high-yield farming – Haber “became arguably the single most consequential organism on the planet.”

Nicely put, I thought, but only slightly pertinent to U.S. imperialism.

By the time I’d read the chapter’s last sentence, I was willing to forgive Immerwahr his digression.

And, it turns out, chemical synthesis is a crucial ingredient of today’s scaled-back imperialistic strategy.

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Before I continue discussing the book’s content, I need to say more about its style, which I admire but am irked by. It’s probably the most accomplished specimen I’ve seen of what I call “Young Scholars’ Writing.” By “Young Scholars,” I mean people my age or a little older or younger (it’s hard to be a superb scholar without being at least middle-aged). This writing is learned but studiously un-magisterial and un-avuncular – it’s studiously casual, in other words. It sounds like magazine writing: you could find it in The New Yorker or n+1. (See this representative piece by Immerwahr in n+1; his website has other magazine links.)

The prose is peppered with contractions and throwaway pop-culture references, the sort that erudite, hip up-and-comers would pride themselves on identifying. Recounting the U.S.’s colonization of the Philippines, Immerwahr says:
Building a road to Baguio would became an obsession of the colonial state. The steep slopes and regular landslides turned it into an all-consuming Werner Herzog-style man vs. nature affair.
The offhand allusion to Herzog is wonderful – compact, vivid, precise. In making it, though, Immerwahr signals that he is “preaching to the choir.” He isn’t writing to convert jingoists to anti-imperialism, or even to inform jingoists of the facts about imperialism. He doesn’t expect jingoists to read the book at all. To an old-fogey-minded person like me, that is disturbing.

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All right, I’ll try to set aside my own neuroses. What the book does brilliantly is to inform the anti-imperialist general reader of even more facts about imperialism. Out-of-the-way facts. There is nearly nothing about, e.g., the annexing of Florida and Texas. Theodore Roosevelt, the man, is discussed, but there’s surprisingly little about the U.S.’s early meddling in Cuba (the notorious Platt Amendment is briefly mentioned but not named). Of course, Cuba never was U.S. territory; but then neither were Liverpool (U.K.) or Australia, and they get coverage. There is a lot about the U.S.’s heavy-handed rule over and simultaneous neglect of such places as the Philippines, Puerto Rico, and the Aleutian, Hawaiian, and other Pacific islands; and there’s a whole chapter on the annexation of unpopulated “guano islands.” (And then, near the end, there’s another, James Bond-themed chapter about these and other islands.) The emphasis is on regions outside the “logo map,” the map of the contiguous forty-eight states. There is much discussion of maps. Reading the book is like going to one of those websites with topsy-turvy or weirdly-distorted maps that highlight neglected features of the world.

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A back-cover blurb says:
There are many histories of American expansionism. How to Hide an Empire renders them all obsolete. It is brilliantly conceived, utterly original, and immensely entertaining – simultaneously vivid, sardonic, and deadly serious.
This blurb is not something to fault Immerwahr for, but it also bothers me. It suggests that it’s a virtue of historical scholarship to render other histories obsolete or at least seriously deficient, as if the goal were one-upmanship. Go ahead, look at new books and scan the introductions and blurbs. It’s as if these scholars were laboring to lure people over to the newest, hippest thing – which is ironic when the subject is the past. (Besides, by the time of the writing, the hip idea usually isn’t new: we in the target audience are well aware that People Were More Racist, Sexist, etc. than Most of Us Imagined.)

Anyway, what the blurb says is false. This book doesn’t make other histories of U.S. expansionism obsolete. As I’ve noted, it doesn’t try to tell us much about, e.g., the acquisition of Florida and Texas. For all the nice points it makes about the influence of U.S. military bases upon, e.g., the Japanese economy, it says next to nothing about whether there was similar influence upon the South Korean economy. I could go on.

The book is, however, immensely entertaining. A lot of the vignettes are awesome.

Domestic matters of the Americans

Karin is ill. She keeps on going to work.

Samuel has been fussy the last few days. I don’t think he’s ill, but he makes snorty noises in the mornings.

Even though it’s blurry, this is my favorite picture of Samuel so far. Karin took it yesterday.


He got a good look at Ziva this afternoon when she sat near him on the bed. He was very interested. I don’t think he’d noticed her before.

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I continue to sort my books. I’m not sure what happened to my copy of Fanny Trollope’s Domestic Manners of the Americans (which I’ve actually read).

Last night, Karin & I watched the Nic Cage tour de force, Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call, New Orleans – one of those blessed movies every scene of which is entertaining. When it was released a decade ago, Werner Herzog, the director, denied having seen the earlier Bad Lieutenant (dir. Abel Ferrara; star. Harvey Keitel). I wonder if, instead, Herzog had been binge-watching House, M.D.