Left Behind,<\/i> pp. 35-39<\/b><\/p>\n
As our heroes prepare to touch down in the shattered, post-\u201crapture\u201d world, they survey the damage, the consequences \u2014 so much loss, death, disaster and calamity \u2014 and they realize what this means: a logistical nightmare.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s the theme of these pages, and a major theme of the next chunk of Left Behind.<\/i> LaHaye and Jenkins present glimpses of mass carnage, but almost always from the perspective of how this makes it inconvenient for our heroes to travel from point A to point B. L&J are like a commuter who sees on the morning news that a school bus has exploded on the expressway, killing all 37 children on board, and whose only reaction is, \u201cThat\u2019s gonna slow down my commute.\u201d<\/p>\n As [pilot Rayford Steele] settled into a holding pattern miles from O\u2019Hare, the full impact of the tragedy began to come into view. \u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Steele\u2019s view. Not the readers\u2019. L&J don\u2019t show us much.<\/p>\n \u2026 Flights from all over the country were being rerouted to Chicago. Rayford needed to stay in priority position after flying across the eastern seabord and then over the Atlantic before turning back. It was not Rayford\u2019s practice to communicate with ground control until after he landed, but now the air-traffic control tower was recommending it. He was informed that visibility was excellent, despite intermittent smoke from wreckages on the ground, but that landing would be risky and precarious because the two open runways were crowded with jets. They lined either side, all the way down the runway. Every gate was full, and none were backing out. Every mode of human transport was in use, busing passengers from the ends of the runways back to the terminal. \u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Note the smoke from wreckages \u2014 plural<\/i> \u2014 on the ground. Nothing to see here. Move along.<\/p>\n But, Rayford was told, he would likely find that his people \u2014 at least most of them \u2014 would have to walk all the way. All remaining personnel had been called in to serve, but they were busy directing planes to safe areas. The few buses and vans were reserved for the handicapped, elderly and flight crews. Rayford passed the word along that his crew would be walking.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n L&J present the airport as being as narrowly, logistically focused as our heroes. Wrecked planes litter the ground. \u201cAll remaining personnel\u201d are called in. Not to search for survivors in the wreckage. Not to douse the flames of the burning, twisted metal and corpses littering the runways. But to \u201cdirect planes\u201d and to drive buses and vans so that surviving passengers will not be overly inconvenienced.<\/p>\n L&J want to provide a sense of drama and suspense. Seeing no potential for drama in those \u201cwreckages on the ground\u201d they instead turn to the dramatic and suspenseful situation of Buck Williams, who is working on his laptop computer as the plane approaches Chicago:<\/p>\n By the time the plane began its descent into Chicago, Buck had been able to squeeze onto only one briefly freed-up line to his computer service, which prompted him to download his waiting mail. This came just as Hattie announced that all electronic devices must be turned off. \u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Omigod! What\u2019s going to happen?!? Will our hero be able to \u201cdownload his waiting mail\u201d in time? What if he\u2019s forced to stop before he\u2019s finished? It could be hours<\/i> before he\u2019s able to read about the latest features available in the next AOL upgrade \u2026<\/p>\n With an acumen he didn\u2019t realize he possessed, Buck speed-tapped the keys that retrieved and filed all his messages, downloaded them, and backed him out of the linkup in seconds. Just when his machine might have interfered with flight communications, he was off-line \u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Whew! That was close! Fortunately, our hero is a master typist.<\/p>\n Hattie Durham comes by, unaware of Buck\u2019s narrow brush with e-mail catastrophe. She\u2019s weeping, and with the trained eye of an expert reporter, Buck intuits something is wrong:<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Williams,\u201d she sobbed, \u201cyou know we lost several old people, but not all of them. And we lost several middle-aged people, but not all of them. And we lost several people your age and my age, but not all of them. We even lost some teenagers.\u201d<\/p>\n He stared at her. What was she driving at?<\/p>\n \u201cSir, we lost every child and baby on this plane.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow many were there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMore than a dozen. But all of them! Not one was left.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n L&J here are making a case for some notion of an \u201cage of accountability,\u201d which they (and we) will get into in more detail later, but what\u2019s interesting here is that Hattie seems to be a much better reporter than Buck.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know \u2026\u201d she tells him, but he doesn\u2019t<\/i> know. He has been too busy with important journalist stuff, like checking his e-mail, to bother with any basic examination of who was and wasn\u2019t missing. It\u2019s up to Hattie to figure out what is perhaps the most devastating aspect of this story \u2014 all of the children have disappeared, all<\/i> of them. But even after she tells him, it doesn\u2019t seem to sink in. Nowhere \u2014 here or anywhere in the book, really \u2014 does Buck Williams, GIRAT, consider that perhaps the spontaneous vanishing of every parent\u2019s child across the globe might be, you know, a story angle.<\/p>\n What is Buck thinking about instead? What else? Logistics. Travel arrangements.<\/p>\n Having just cut through the cloud bank \u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n \u201cCloud bank?\u201d I thought visibility was excellent \u2026<\/p>\n \u2026 the plane allowed passengers a view of the Chicago area. Smoke. Fire. Cars off the road and smashed into each other and guardrails. Planes in pieces on the ground. Emergency vehicles, lights flashing, picking their way around the debris.<\/p>\n As O\u2019Hare came into view, it was clear no one was going anywhere soon.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n I didn\u2019t cut anything there. That\u2019s the progression, the response of our heroes and our authors: Smoke, carnage, not \u201cgoing anywhere soon.\u201d It\u2019s bizarre. It\u2019s inhuman. And it happens again and again in this book.<\/p>\n The most charitable explanation is that L&J are providing a subtly unreliable narrative. Buck and Rayford are not yet redeemed at this point in the story. Perhaps L&J are artfully trying to suggest that this is the unregenerate nature of fallen humanity without God \u2014 to consider only ourselves and our narrow self-interest, to ignore the pain and need and suffering of others to such an extent that we barely even acknowledge its existence except in terms of how it impedes or inconveniences our own lives.<\/p>\n But this theory doesn\u2019t stand up. Jerry Jenkins ain\u2019t Nabokov and the narrator here isn\u2019t a persona. The narrator(s) is\/are the author(s) and the reader is expected to accept the account and perspective we are given. Later in the book and the series \u2014 long after Rayford and Buck have allegedly been born-again, baptized and sanctified \u2014 our heroes behave and relate to the world in the same way, with the same egocentric, compassionless tunnel-vision.<\/p>\n This is what LaHaye and Jenkins believe it means to be a Christian. This is what LaHaye and Jenkins believe it means to be a human. Hannah Arendt gave a name to this perspective: \u201cthe banality of evil.\u201d The subject of her book, like the heroes of Left Behind,<\/i> was a man primarily focused on travel arrangements.<\/p>\n \u2026 it was clear no one was going anywhere soon. There were planes as far as the eye could see, some crashed and burning, the others gridlocked in line. People trudged through the grass and between vehicles toward the terminal. The expressways that led to the airport looked like they had during the great Chicago blizzards, only without the snow.<\/p>\n Cranes and wreckers were trying to clear a path through the front of the terminal so cars could get in and out, but that would take hours, if not days. A snake of humanity wended its way slowly out of the great terminal buildings, between the motionless cars, and onto the ramps. People walking, walking, walking, looking for a cab or a limo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n It\u2019s not just the prose here that\u2019s awful (\u201clike \u2026 the blizzards, only without the snow\u201d), it\u2019s the stunted vision of what L&J are trying to describe. They make the apocalypse sound like trying to get out of the parking lot at Shea Stadium after a game.<\/p>\n Buck began plotting how he would beat the new system. Somehow, he had to get moving and get out of such a congested area. The problem was, his goal was to get to a worse one: New York.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Buck has to get to New York because he\u2019s a reporter. And there\u2019s obviously nothing happening here in Chicago that might be worth covering.<\/p>\n The chapter closes with the suspenseful account of Rayford Steele\u2019s landing of the plane on the smoke-filled, crowded runway. L&J have heightened the tension by telling us that this landing will be \u201crisky and<\/i> precarious.\u201d And now for the dramatic payoff. Rayford cautions his passengers:<\/p>\n \u2026 to stay seated with their seatbelts fastened until he turned off the seat belt sign, because privately he knew this would be his most difficult landing in years. He knew that he could do it, but it had been a long time since he had had to land a plane among other aircraft.<\/p>\n Rayford envied whoever it was in first class who had the inside track on communicating by modem. He was desperate to call Irene, Chloe and Ray Jr. On the other hand, he feared he might never talk to them again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n That\u2019s it. End of chapter. The next one starts with the plane already on the ground. As it turns out, the suspenseful account of the landing is neither suspenseful nor an account.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Left Behind, pp. 35-39 As our heroes prepare to touch down in the shattered, post-\u201crapture\u201d world, they survey the damage, the consequences \u2014 so much loss, death, disaster and calamity \u2014 and they realize what this means: a logistical nightmare. 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