Some thoughts on Hypertext and Identity

Hypertext and intersectionality. These hypertext narratives are all inclusive to the many selves that exist in one being. 

A uniform. Before the word mechanic appeared and then connected to this uniform. It created certain imagery than the word barista did after the word mechanic disappeared, and barista took its place. The Jew’s Daughter as well as the other hypertext we’ve read for class, provide different costumes for the same story. You start to notice the impact of certain highlighted words have on the narrative. How the shape of the paragraph influences the narrative, the breaks, the pauses, the associations.

While I was reading the Jew’s Daughter, I did not find it important to the narrative to identify the protagonist’s gender, race or sexuality. In trying to identify these aspects of the voice I was reading, I realized that the protagonist was all inclusive. The title being the Jew’s Daughter, one can infer that it is about a woman who’s father was a Jew. However, the content of the story speaks more volumes to its form and re-associations than the tedious factor of categorization. The main character is not a separate entity than the reader. Although I appreciate this all inclusivity, there seems to be a loss with how fluid the identity. Perhaps the loss does not compare to the form that is gained, but furthermore, still feels like a loss. The stigmatization of certain identities is important to acknowledge. I found myself wanting to know the troubles of this main character due to their identity, rather than creating this equal playing field for all readers and creators of hypertext because that’s not true to reality. I digress when I compare hypertext to “reality.” For the liberty of a creator of hypertext can be as true to the author’s culture or as far away from it as pluto. 

Regardless, hypertext allows its readers to see the patterns of their interpretations and what’s impacting these significances. The preconceived notions of a mechanic in a uniform and then a barista in a uniform, both sharing the same descriptive paragraph, yet both has these separate images. The second shatters the first. And what’s the significance of the images I have for the said rugged mechanic and the gentle yet caffeinated barista? What separates them?

This led me to think of my own identity, yet the very different people I identify with. I am that pigeon man with the broken back feeding all the pigeons in a lot at 3pm on 5th and Oakland Ave, the dog being dragged around the street of broken glass choking on its leash, the drag queens self-celebratory singing beyonce, the rich girl getting her daddy to pay for her car that’s been towed away, the rejected, the rejector. It all depends on the mood, the amount of resistance, the moment. And I lean toward more identities more than others. But it’s not really about me. More so the way in which these identities matter, and if the all inclusivity of hypertext is freeing and/or losing meaning by shedding specific identities while portraying particular situations or is this teaching us about the need for control and category?

 

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~ by hamshanwitch on February 25, 2013.

 
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