Malchus
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Malchus is explored through the first-person style of traditional confessional writing. The book's title Malchus refers to the servant of the Jewish High Priest Caiaphas who participated in the arrest of Jesus yet later converted to Christianity. The constructed distinction between Roman attitudes and Christian attitudes is decisive in this book. The entire book spans the day of a paranoid and sensitive man who claims to himself that he is guilty of some "horrendous act of evil." As we follow this man we become acquainted with his attitudes (despair, guilt, nihilism, idealism, individualism). We soon realize that the man is in-fact proud and protective of this "horrendous act of evil."
Malchus has been heralded as "the first truly existential work of the 21st century" and has been described as Proustian in detail and description.
Charles William Johns
Charles William Johns is a Research Assistant in The English & Journalism Department at The University of Lincoln. He is author of both Incompatible Ballerina and Other Essays (John Hunt, 2015) and Neurosis and Assimilation (Springer, 2016). He is currently editing a collection of essays entitled The Neurotic Turn with contributions from Graham Harman, Nick Land, Benjamin Noys, and Patricia Reed, which will be published by Repeater Books in 2017.
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Malchus - Charles William Johns
Malchus
Charles William Johns
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Copyright © 2017 Charles William Johns. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, 199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3, Eugene, OR 97401.
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for my father Robert David Johns
I
I am Malchus. I will put you in your place. At the expense of my actions you have yourselves a story, and if I am the protagonist I am also the antagonist. In fact I am mainly the jester, the fool, the drunken one. For your self-composed clear conscience, gentlemanly and naive, I have crucified myself. And far from literature being ‘evil’ it has become the law for me; it surveys me, keeps me in my place-the confession. So we both have our places, you and I, and far from wanting to be wrapped up in the story, I suggest you remain thoroughly out. Blood can spill from my hands to yours quite easily from a turn of the page (or from closing this book in disgust). The written word has a habit of unsticking itself from its page and gallivanting about as if it were your very own conscience.
Why is it that we return, again and again, to books, as if there were some insight to be gained, as if we could bypass experience, the consequence of experience, the consequence of actions and decisions in this very real world we attempt to shield ourselves from? It is as if we were naive enough to think that knowledge could be gained without a loss. Every emotion is a disturbance of some kind. The intricacies of loss is an art form and I am happy to have suffered so that you may enjoy the ‘pleasure of the text’.
Every sensation, every mode of enjoyment, is a mode of communication; one says I like this
, or, why did you sting me nettle?
But to who are we communicating with in these frivolous human scenarios? Perhaps to each other? Our inner-selves? God? And so the history of life becomes the history of a conversation, spanning miles and miles, echoing even further into caverns, catacombs, connecting burning stars to our stratosphere through the instrument of human perception, uniting insects rattling in bushes between the footsteps of a young man’s morning walk. In this sense everyone knows everyone, we have all spoken to each other in this life, we have all expressed something to everyone, and-for now-I become known; my little voice is heard over a blizzard of premature utterances. Very well. The entirety of human existence is one voice fighting over another.
II
I walk across the West Common, towards my father’s house. I had drunk just enough to transform the pervasive sirens of police cars into an indifferent whir. I label the sirens ‘city sounds’ and in doing so I can successfully compartmentalise the fear that such sirens bring. Once successfully compartmentalized I can proceed to shut down that particular part of the brain. I had drunk one less than my limit (I wanted to drink that last one, to resolve it) and so I could continue acting amicably; so I could act like myself before the incident.
There is nothing more guilt-invoking than a beautiful summers day. It is as if-in appearing that one day too late-it were teaching you a lesson; look at what you could have basked and folicked in, if only you were a free man
. Instead the sun sticks to my skin and clothes, makes everything all too apparent. The sun is always the first to spot a criminal, it shines on me the most. It’s irritating obnoxious rays of transparent clarity also reflects itself inside the human being, in the bad conscience. That bad place inside of all of us (and most hidden from ourselves) transforms into a prism, cleansed out by the kaleidoscopic beatitude of natural light. This light, affirming itself as the ‘clear light of day’, that light which makes us hate what we have done in the night. This light, working itself into my pores, trying to clean me out!
One can get carried away in the night, it is almost advisable that one go down with the sun into an evening of confusion, where one cannot distinguish between feelings and forms, where one does not