Cosmopolitan Review March 13 - 19, 2014
Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 3/13/2014, 11:24 a.m.
Even though there is still a chill in the air, with the commencement of Lent and daylight savings time, we’re beginning to prepare for spring.
As of press time, several days have passed since the Malaysia Airlines flight disappeared off the radar screen. A 12-mile oil slick was found on the surface the gulf, but there have been no indications that fatalities have occurred.
According to Malaysia Airline System Director and CEO Ahmad Jauhari Yahya, “We’re considering all possibilities.” Meanwhile, the Pentagon made use of a system that looks for flashes all around the world; they had yet to detect an explosion of any kind.
Wow, I didn’t know that we had that type of “Star Wars” technology, did you?
To thicken the plot, the flight’s manifest revealed that two of the passengers aboard had used stolen passports to ease past airline personnel. Both passports, belonging to men from opposite sides of the world, were reported stolen over a year ago, yet there were no bells or whistles to alert authorities at the airport check-in. Hmm.
That doesn’t necessarily prove anything, but then again, maybe it does. Sherlock Holmes, where are you? Or is this a case for Inspector Jacques Clouseau or maybe Bond, James Bond?
This all brings to mind a book I read many years ago called “Yargo,” by the late Jacquelin Susann. It is the tale of a human who mysteriously disappears into an alien spaceship and is taken to the planet Yargo, where the citizens lack all feelings of emotional passion or pain. The only pursuit in life for a Yargoian is to experience the pleasure of achieving their individual career goals, whatever that may be; to do otherwise is incomprehensible.
The two main characters of the story lead very different lives. The human is terribly bored by every aspect of her life, including the man she is about to marry. She does everything others expect of her but nothing to pursue her own dreams, wants or desires. Only one week before her very predictable wedding, as she walks aimlessly through Central Park, the spaceship lands before her. After mulling over her fate on Earth, she is enticed—or might I say seduced—by the idea of what life might be like elsewhere. It is then that she enters the spaceship.
Once on the planet Yargo, she is assigned a companion, her exact counterpart. The guide yearns to know what it feels like to have an emotional experience, while the human being yearns to know what it feels like to follow her dream.
Shall I tell you what happened in the end? Well, because the book may well be out of print by now, I will.
After a series of encounters on the planet, our character is allowed to return to Earth. Her family is excited to see her, and she tells them nothing of what really happened, only that she needed some time to herself. Fast-forward: After having to make a series of hard decisions, the human goes back to Central Park, where she cries out to the stars for the spaceship to return and take her back to Yargo. There, the quest is to combine feeling with achieving. The spaceship returns, she boards and they all live happily ever after on the planet Yargo.