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The Problem With Paragons

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

The world is only binary because that’s the structure our logic and our language enforces on a diverse and often chaotic reality. Human beings are able to process increasingly complex logical problems in the span of seconds that would require several months of computer programming to even set the decision tree possibilities if using a digital computer precisely because of this ability to simplify complex data sets into a less precise and less accurate summary. Unfortunately, imposing such a structure becomes such second nature that we often simplify areas that resist simplification. This leads to the problem of stereotypes.

The simplification of a complex whole is a form of linguistic and logical violence. Simplification requires building a definition (usually a dichotomy) that captures the information that fits within the top of the statistical bell curve. Such a definition requires cutting away the fringes by using phrases like “for the most part” or “generally”. In essence, in our urge to provide simple and easily handled definitions, we are building a class definition around an often non-existent ideal or paragon. The problem, however, doesn’t come in when we’re dealing with a very abstract or academic discussion of language. Rather, true difficulties only arise when we begin to take those simplified definitions out into the often chaotic data distribution of real life. Our structure now becomes an ideological prison that keeps us in classification rather than observation mode. Rather than adapting our definition based on new data as a true scientist must, we become excluding or shaming of all who don’t fit our reference. A feminist like me sees this problem most readily in issues surrounding gender. Likewise my muslim friend is very likely to see the problem in light of our Western religious structures. A homosexual often sees the problem as it involves sexual orientation. All of these are great examples that can illustrate the fundamental problem of turning a complex whole into an easily (mis)handled object.

When we define in increasing detail what it means to be a woman or a man, we describe an ideal with criteria that will eventually exclude nearly every actual member of that class. No one will ever completely fit the stereotype, and this leads to an internal shame. The problem in reality isn’t being a hairy woman or a guy who likes musicals. The problem is that the class definition excludes you from truly belonging to that group. In object-oriented terms, you are not a flawed instantiation of a perfect class. The “bug” is in the class description itself. Each of us is queer when compared with an unrealistic ideal.

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Belonging

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

I’ve always preferred the company of girls to that of men. To be honest, I’ve never really felt any particular kinship with other dudes. When I was a small boy, I slept in my sister’s bedroom because my brother scared the shit out of me. I played games with my sister, or I played quietly by myself. My imaginary friend, Misty Codge, was a girl, and I wanted sneakers just like hers. When my sister had sleepovers, I hung out with her friends all night. Girls, I always knew, were way better.

When I went to school, I quickly learned about gender separation, something I had never experienced before. It seemed really weird to me in kindergarten that the boys played with other boys and girls played with other girls. The boys played stupid physical games that got them dirty. I, on the other hand, refused to get dirty. The girls were unwilling to hang out with me because then they would get teased about me being their boyfriend, an utter absurdity amongst five year olds. I promptly formed my own playground club and invited boys and girls along.

Of course, school being ultimately a place of enforced conformity, I couldn’t keep convincing my peers to ignore gender groups, and this led to my realization that in order to hang out with girls you had to be girlfriend and boyfriend. The next week, I had three girlfriends. Simultaneously. Of course these little playground romances were nothing more than modified games of pretend, and the girls would just go right back to playing with the other girls when bored with the game.

And it wasn’t just school. As I grew up, gender groups started getting enforced everywhere. I remember keenly one day when Mom was having a bridal shower at our house for one of the girls in our church. I helped my sister and her decorate and clean up the house, but when the guests started arriving, my mom sat me down and explained that boys weren’t allowed to attend bridal showers and that I would have to play in my room when the ladies arrived. I remember feeling so betrayed and so wronged. I felt excluded, and I hated it. I remember crying quietly in my room because none of it made any sense to me.

In high school, I was the sensitive geeky guy that all the nice honors-class girls went to when their boyfriends were acting like assholes (which happened on an almost weekly basis). I helped girls by being their friend in times of trouble. I joked with them and made them laugh with graphic stories in which their ex-boyfriends were horribly mutilated for being stupid enough to dump such wonderful human beings. Once or twice, I got romantically interested in one or two of these friends, but that tended to end poorly. By and large, though, I was the safe guy, the guy you talked to and joked with. This is the only part of high school that I enjoyed, and I’m happy to say that this continued throughout most of college and led right into me dating and marrying one of my best friends in the world.

The truth of the matter is, though, that life feels like it has separated again. It may or may not be true of course, but perception is reality in such matters. My female friends are married or dating, and, you know, I’m happy for them. But my little selfish inner five-year-old sometimes feels like I’m being locked out of the bridal shower all over again. When we meet up with married friends, I’m expected to talk with the husband even though it makes me feel even more uncomfortable than most social situations do already. On a very primal and emotional level, I miss my female friends, and I hate being categorized with all the other men.

Being a feminist, I hate myself for this. I understand the concept of protected spaces. I understand that all minorities — even the ones that I belong to — need safe places. I understand that I’m not allowed in unless I’m specifically invited. I don’t want to be a man who’s just trying to colonize a proctected female space. But I still feel that terrible feeling that five-year-old Rusty first felt on the playground. I miss being Rusty, the harmless guy who was one of the girls. And I feel defeated by the When-Harry-Met-Sally veil that separates me from where I’ve always felt happiest and most comfortable.

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On Venus Girdles

Monday, July 16th, 2007

I am almost completely in love with really old Wonder Woman comics. They fill my ironic little feminist heart with a bizarre sort of glee. They make me smirk.

I have the good fortune to be reading through Wonder Woman: The Greatest Stories Ever Told courtesy of my local public library. The really old Wonder Woman comics by Charles Moulton are the most innocently kinky things I have ever read. By innocently kinky, I mean that you could conceivably read them without seeing some bizarre sexual kink writ large—but not by someone like me. In those early issues, everyone is getting bound up and compelled to do things. It really is like some kind of BDSM fantasy.

Take, for example, how the Amazons deal with their prisoners:

Complete Obedience

I especially love the feminist subtext played with by having the conduit of submissive bondage being a girdle. That is about as effing perfect as you can get. Especially when paired with this panel later on in the same storyline:

Venus Girdles

Remember, kids: When women get too uppity, they get bound into loving submission by a strong master! And they don’t just like it…They love it.

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Those Evil Feminists

Tuesday, January 10th, 2006

One of my favorite presents that I bought Allyson this Christmas was a t-shirt that reads, “Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.” Amusingly enough, this is a quote from Pat Robertson speaking at the 1992 GOP convention. The shirt was so sarcastically perfect for my wife that I just had to buy it immediately.

She has been wearing it in the evenings after work when we get back to the house, and it makes me absurdly happy each time I see it. I really should have bought one for myself as well.

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As Wonderful As A Tampon

Friday, January 14th, 2005

I’m a little amused by the Tampax Pearl brand slogan(1): “As extraordinary as you are.”

Now, I’m not personally familiar with having a period and the absolute wonder of tampons, but I can’t help but believe that I’d be a little offended to be compared to a piece of artificial bleached fiber designed to be shoved into a bleeding vagina—performing a valuable service to be sure—only to be discarded once I’ve outlived my usefulness.

Maybe that’s a personal opinion though.

Footnotes

  1. Part of living with Allyson—and possibly living with any woman/female engineering student/third-wave feminist for all I know—is the idea that about one week a month you’re going to find random boxes of “feminine hygiene” just out for review.

The Practical Misanthope Gets Menstrual

Wednesday, November 17th, 2004

In our supposedly enlightened society, women are programmed to feel shame about a process just as natural as nursing a baby or having to pee. If I had a penny for every advert in a teen magazine that sells menstrual products on the basis of discreetness and secrecy, I’d have enough money to quit my day job and write more Practical Misanthrope columns. Enough! Embrace your feminine uniqueness and royally freak out prudish people.

Preparation

Purchase a pack of tampons, a pack of menstrual pads, some transparent tape, a pack of magic markers, glitter, glue/paste, and anything else in the arts and crafts aisle/store that might strike your fancy.

Execution

Have an arts and crafts day involving menstrual products. Invite your favorite girlfriends, and indulge your inner four-year-old child. Make a tampon necklace or a pad bracelet. Have a competition to see who can make the neatest fairy princess wand out of the available materials. Endeavor to wear at least one of your creations out of the house for coffee or a brew.

Endeavor to use the word “sanitary” in an inappropriate way every day for the next week. Take back the language that has been claimed by the vaginal industry by bringing the word back into common usage through slang.

Write an essay or creative writing piece related to menstruation and post it to your blog/journal/web site. I’ve found that every woman has a funny story relating to their period that they’re just too ashamed to share. Reject the notion of polite company and years of societally-mandated shame, and bravely share.

Spend five minutes surfing Museum of Menstruation and Women’s Health. Read all about what previous generations of women did for their periods. Browse a few menstrual jokes. Ignorance of a subject only adds to fear/loathing of that subject.

Questions for Discussion

Why do school districts make the boys go outside and play baseball while girls get to stay inside, learn about menstruation, get free magazines, and sample Kotex?

In what ways is a period a celebration that you have managed for yet another month to not get pregnant?

Have you ever sacrificed doves upon completing your period? Can pigeons suffice in a pinch if you live in Venice or New York City?

Wimpster

Wednesday, June 30th, 2004

Several more nights have passed, and I have no mysterious bites. This paired with how that the bites I had picked up seemed to disappear makes me inclined to believe that I was being bit by mosquitos whilst walking home or something. If the bedbugs are currently here, they’re intentionally avoiding biting me. Hopefully, life will continue according to this trend.

Sometimes I find myself wondering why the general population has a tendency to look for same-sex friendships. This tendency isn’t really gender-specific by any means, but due to my XY chromosomes, I tend to notice it more amongst women. I’ve never really had all that much in common with other guys. I’ve got three fellows from college that I tend to really enjoy hanging out with, but I don’t think we’re spectacular examples of masculinity. Truth be told, Allyson is my best friend in a way that a lot folks seem unable to grasp. Maybe it’s a function of my extreme introversion, but I feel no real pull to have same-sex friends as a complement to my friendship with my wife. Guys tend to come together to talk about cars, sports, and chicks—subjects that tend to bore the shit out of me.

On that note, I get the feeling that one of the authors from this month’s issue of Bust wouldn’t like me too much. Rachel Elder’s “What Up, Wimpster?” left me feeling somewhat beaten up. I matched nearly every one of her admittedly humorous stereotypes, but my wife still seems to think I’m a pretty amazing guy. Not every non-masculine guy is a manipulative asshole. Furthermore, I think it’s just as valid for a guy to enjoy Hello Kitty, indy rock, and gourmet Arabica bean coffee as it is for a girl to like semiconductor electronics, house-remodeling, and shirts that say “Chick Magnet”. The budding Zen adherent in me wants to say something about being too attached to an expectation of how men should be. The Levinas lover in me wants to demurely mention something about the grasp/caress paradigm. The “wimpster” in me chose to publish something about it in my “blog”.

Seriously…Hot Pants?

Saturday, April 3rd, 2004

I’ve heard all sorts of chatter about the latest non-online game and the first true sequel in the Final Fantasy series, Final Fantasy X-2. In fact, I’ve heard a lot of self-satisfied discussion about how this is the first Final Fantasy that has an all-female party. This sort of thing is usually used to point out how progressive Square Enix is and should apparently be regarded as some great victory for feminism.

I do have one non-trivial beef though with the whole notion of FFX-2 as feminist victory. Must the female protagonists wear Daisy Dukes and/or bikini tops? It’s rather hard to make a convincing case for the strong liberated RPG heroine when she’s still being used as a sex object to fuel little teenage boy masturbation dramas. I can accept Yuna as a pistol-wielding Indiana Jones type. I just can’t imagine adventuring in hot pants.

In case you can’t tell (and I can’t imagine why you could by this point), I’ve been looking at wall scrolls. I wanted to try and find a decent silkscreen wall scroll for my pimpin’ new cube at work, but I didn’t find anything that really spoke to me. However, I did find the Final Fantasy VII piano collections CD. Now all I have to find is the FF6 Piano Collection, and I’ll consider my life to be that much closer to complete.

I’m sort of amazed that Hamaguchi-san figured out a way to perform “One-Winged Angel” using just a piano.

Why I Am a Feminist

Friday, November 28th, 2003

In high school, I started calling myself a feminist. Most of the folks I hung around with were girls, and they had no objection to my classification of myself. After all, I held the belief that women were inherently superior to men. In fact, I thought it silly that men who professed to prefer the company of women to the company of men would think otherwise. I’ve grown and matured on my feminist journey, but the core belief that women are to be celebrated, cherished, and loved has held ever true—even as I learn what it truly means to translate that belief into action.

What’s that about a feminist journey? You might be one of those deluded souls that believes for some reason that it’s simply impossible to truly be a feminist if you have a penis. It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to it by now. Even avowed feminists sometimes have a hard time swallowing the notion.

I guess it all starts with my mother. Isn’t that where it begins for everyone? My mother is a strong-willed woman with a personality that can warm the coldest heart and still chill you to the bone. Oh, sure…we all learned in Sunday school that the man was the head of the household and all that, but I was fortunate enough to be raised by a woman who didn’t back down when challenged and held the house together through sheer force of will. When it came time to pay the bills, my mother paid them. When it came time to discipline one of us kids, she was nearly always the one ready to mete out judgment.

Of course, I also had an older sister. She let me run to her room and sleep in her bed when my older brother scared me to the point of not being able to sleep in the same room. She played school with me, encouraged me to read by the age of two and had me doing simple algebra problems before I set foot in kindergarten. She let me ride to school with her even though she was a teenager fraught with the social perils inherent to high school and I was a small, dorky elementary school student.

And then there’s my granny. My mother’s mother was a tough old bird who seemed to be able to weather anything with nothing more than a few scars and calluses as a trophy. She spent her days working in the fields with my grandfather while still raising three children. She cared for my grandfather through debilitating illness that lasted for years, tending to him until the very end with love, measured firmness, and a strength that I simply can’t truly fathom even to this day.

You might be wondering what exactly I believe that causes me to self-identify as a feminist. I think honestly it’s because I’ve seen too much. I’ve seen a girl who threw up in an attempt to match the supermodel “beauty” in her latest issue of Seventeen. I’ve seen women who aren’t sure that they’ve ever had an orgasm. I’ve seen countless women in abusive and unhealthy relationships who refused to leave the situation because they simply didn’t love themselves enough to seek anything better. I’ve seen sixteen-year-old girls who dream of one day getting plastic surgery because the sixteen-year-old boys couldn’t understand how beautiful they really were. I’ve seen all of this, and the critical theorist in me can’t help reading society as a text and finding myriad reasons for why things are the way that they are. I see how language and cultural structures teach people and enforce the notion that women are not truly desirable and wonderful.

I’ve gotten so tired of the cult of secrecy that has been forced upon women and branded as “feminine mystique”. Such things only lead to foolish ideas grounded in fantasy rather than reality. I hate seeing teenage girls trying valiantly to kill themselves in the pursuit of a magazine-cover ideal that never actually exists in reality without the liberal use of digital touchups and cosmetic artifices that turn the female body into more of a painting than a living breathing work of art and celebration of life. I hate seeing teenage boys running around with porn-influenced images of what a woman should look like—bony and shaved with pained expressions meant to represent pleasure. I hate how the boys get separated from the girls to play football outside while the girls learn about their menstrual cycles.

Most of all, I hate how our language has been formed by this cult of secrecy. I hate hearing about “sanitary napkins” and seeing the “feminine hygiene” aisle in the supermarket. I hate how women have been made to feel that they have to speak about their reproductive cycles in euphemisms. I hate that the word “feminine” has become something clinical and medical to describe what is clearly so vile and disgusting that it simply can’t be addressed directly.

I hate how a man who isn’t macho to a fault is branded a “pussy”, insinuating of course a great many things—among them that being a woman is negative and undesirable and that being a manly man is inherently superior. In fact, I’m just plain sick of how we have to speak of a woman’s sexual organs by little witty catch phrases and uncomfortable circumlocutions. It’s okay for a woman to have a vulva. It’s okay to say the word vagina—even in polite company. Most of all I wish people would use the word clitoris more.

Clitoris. Clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris. Clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris clitoris. Clitoris.

It’s okay to say it, and it’s okay to understand why it’s there. If you’re a married man and you don’t understand what a clitoris is, then I consider it a miracle that your wife tolerates your company. Go find a book. Better yet, go ask your wife, and—this is key—actually actively listen to what she has to say.

If you believe in a God that made all of us, wonderful and beautiful, then you must understand that God also made the vulva. God made the vagina. And—praise Jesus!—God also made the clitoris.

I’m sorry, but I don’t buy into the cult of secrecy. I believe that it’s okay to celebrate women. I believe that it’s okay to celebrate men. In fact, I believe that it’s okay to be aware of gender and to resist this false feminist movement to turn us all into genderless androgynous things that are too uncomfortable to discuss or even notice the savagely beautiful things that make us the same and different.

Why am I a feminist? The answer to that is a simply “Because I love women.” I love the marvelous complexity that comes from feminine language and thought. I love the simple power that women have always wielded. I love the simple curves of the feminine body. I love learning about something I can only hope to comprehend through listening to and loving someone other than myself.

Vampirism as the Feminine in Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire

Monday, December 31st, 2001

Here’s an paper that I wrote for one of my undergraduate Critical Theory courses. I’ve always been intrigued by the Feminist theory as well as other body theory—especially as a response or way around the dilemma of Deconstructionism. This paper is actually light on theory in my opinion, using it only as an explorative tool to plunder a narrative. Keep in mind that this written to complete an assignment in which I had to demonstrate my knowledge of a particular school of critical thought by examing a text through my chosen school’s critical methodology.

What is feminism? This is a notoriously difficult concept to pin down since feminist discourse borrows a lot of ideas from other theoretical schools.(1) In feminist thought, you’ll find the psychoanalytic theories of Jacques Lacan, the Structuralist concept of the sign, and the fluidity and subjectiveness of Deconstruction just to single out a few. There is also a great deal of variation within the feminist school. Some feminists focus on rediscovering the work of women whose work has been lost in our androcentric culture while others prefer to take a new look at older established male authors from a female schema. Some feminists (like Luce Irigaray and Helene Cixous) wish to focus on the body while others tended to focus more on the literary text.(2) Contemporary Feminism has concerned itself with all manner of critical issues from women’s role in the postcolonial to femininity as a masquerade.(3)

How, then, can we pin down such a diverse critical method? I believe the solution lies in applying the method to a literary work. The best way to explore the feminist method is to apply some of its aspects to a central literary text. For this application of the feminist method, I can think of no better work than Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire. Interview with the Vampire is an excellent text for exploring the feminist critical method because of its recurring theme of vampirism as the feminine. In this essay, I will take up three of these feminist themes. First, I will explore Interview with the Vampire’s connection with Elaine Showalter’s three stages of women’s writing as an allegorical journey from one phase to the next. Next, I will focus on the body as I explore the multiplicity of vampiric desire and pleasure and some of the ramifications of that multiplicity. Finally, I will turn to vampirism as motherhood and the concept of matriarchy latent in Ricean vampirology.

Interview with the Vampire as a Feminine Journey

In her essay “Toward a Feminist Poetics,” Elaine Showalter categorizes the whole of women’s literature in three stages: Feminine, Feminist, and Female. In the Feminine phase (from about 1840 to about 1880), women tried to imitate their male counterparts. The era was characterized by the absorption of male ideas - even those concerning female natures. The next phase, the Feminist stage dominated women’s literature from about 1880-1920. In this stage, the accommodating nature of the feminine gave way to the more aggressive posture of the feminist. Masculine ideas and conventions were rejected in favor of Amazonian utopias. In the final stage, the Female, which has continued from 1920 to the present day, women no longer concerned themselves with imitation and rejection, the two forms of dependence that characterized the first two stages. Instead, women draw on their unique female experiences to create a unique women’s literature - a Female Aesthetic.(4) It is easy to see a parallel to Showalter’s feminine journey in Interview with the Vampire. Louis, too, progresses from the submissive acquiescence of the Feminine to the autonomy of the Female.

When Louis is first born into darkness, his senses awaken. Louis sees the world in a completely different way. At first, Louis’ new senses are confusing. Sounds, for example, all run together in a very fluid manner. This is reminiscent of Patricia Waugh’s essay “Stalemates?: Feminists, Postmodernists and Unfinished Issues in Modern Aesthetics.” In Waugh’s essay, female subjectivity is defined by a fluid notion of self and one’s environment. In Waugh’s concept of female existence, well-defined boundaries of the self are abandoned in favor of an intersubjectivity in which barriers have little meaning. This intersubjectivity often seems chaotic to male modernists and postmodernists.(5) In much the same way, Louis finds the new fluidity of his senses, at first, to be “confusing, each sound running into the next sound…”(6)

These new senses seem to allow even male vampires stunning insight into the female mind. Louis, for example, forges a new relationship with his sister. He tells us, “It was only now as a vampire that I did come to now my sister”. This new relationship is based on communication and openness. Louis learns of his sister’s “secret thoughts and dreams, those little fantasies she dared tell no one.”(7) Rice’s vampires are also very good listeners - a trait that we see best in Louis’ conversation with Armand:

I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened and listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on everything said. He did not start forward to seize on my slightest pause, to assert an understanding of something before the thought was finished, or to argue with a swift, irresistible impulse - the things which make dialogue impossible.(8)

This skill with passive communication further allies vampires with femininity. Ricean vampires - at least those other than Lestat in Interview with the Vampire - don’t constantly interrupt their listeners with their ideas. Instead they focus completely on what is being said. This may be because of the telepathy which vampires other than Louis and possibly also Claudia possess.(9) With this telepathy, vampires wouldn’t have to constantly interrupt for clarification. They would grasp the meaning beyond the mere words someone was speaking.

In this confusion and awe of being a fledgling vampire, Louis first attempts to emulate Lestat, his creator - a task at which he fails miserably. He and Lestat are simply two completely different beings. Louis continues to have a lingering respect for human life that Lestat doesn’t seem to possess. Louis instead falls to feeding on rats. In his failed attempt to emulate Lestat, Louis is in Showalter’s Feminine stage.

The birth of Claudia brings a decidedly feminist turn to the novel. We learn very little about Claudia throughout the novel. Nina Auerbach has gone so far as to suggest that Claudia may even be an allegorical figure.(10) Claudia is the catalyst which will bring Louis into the new era of feminism.(11) It is she who incites Louis to revolt against Lestat; and, in doing so, she is part of a larger Western tradition of the disruptive woman - a tradition that is almost demonic - which seems to be at the root of feminism. Claudia is out to break down the patriarchy in which she is imprisoned by striking out against Lestat(12) and also by becoming Louis’ lover - a point which Auerbach doesn’t take up. The apparent death of Lestat in New Orleans and Louis and Claudia’s voyage to the Old World mark the end of the feminine stage and the journey into the feminist stage.

Louis enters the final Female stage when he accepts his individual nature with Armand. In order to enter the Female stage, however, Louis must leave his Feminist stage behind since it is still another form of dependence. That means that Claudia must be left behind if Louis is ever to reach the final stage of his journey. It becomes apparent that Louis is bound to Claudia so completely as a paramour(13) that only death can separate them. It is, then, necessary for Claudia to die so that Louis can progress. To enter into this stage which is characterized by acceptance, Louis must also accept Armand’s offer to travel with and learn from him. When Louis finally accepts Armand’s offer after Claudia’s death with a request to visit the Louvre, the patient Armand “thought it a very simple request” and wonders “why [Louis] had waited so long.”(14)

It seems important to note that Louis doesn’t fully achieve fullfillment of the Female stage until his eventual separation from Armand. At this point, Louis is finally autonomous. Louis finally confirms this independence near the end of the novel when he denies Lestat’s request to learn from him. Louis no longer needs the oppressive masculinity of Lestat, the combative nature of Claudia, or even the quiet comradeship of Armand. Louis has achieved the fluid intersubjectivity with the environment around him that Waugh was writing about. He has become his own coven.

It is interesting that Louis progresses to each stage through either a death or a perceived death. Louis passes from humanity to the femininity of vampirism through his own death and rebirth into darkness. Louis next escapes the Feminine stage by Lestat’s apparent death at Claudia’s hand. Finally, Louis enters into the Female stage with the death of Claudia and progresses deeper with the loss of Armand.

The Multiplicity of Desire and Pleasure

Anne Rice’s vampires possess a sensuality that many other vampires in the vampire tradition (Stephen King’s vampires from Salem’s Lot come to mind) lack. This sensuality brings with it a focus on the body. This focus on the body and sensuality also seems to point to a certain feminism in Anne Rice’s vampirology.

Luce Irigaray has a great deal to say about the body in her discussion of jouissance, or sexual pleasure. Irigaray says that women’s jouissance is more diverse than men’s. Whereas men only have the outlet of phallic pleasure, women find jouissance “just about everywhere” on their bodies. This multiplicity of pleasure leads women to write in a more multiple language than men exhibit.(15)

Using Irigaray’s concepts as a basis, we find yet another masculine/feminine dichotomy in the Lestat/Louis relationship. Lestat seems to have one unitary pleasure in Interview with the Vampire - the kill. Feeding, in Ricean vampirology, is an almost sexual experience. Like sex, the kill is also an expression of love: “For vampires, physical love culminates and is satisfied in only one thing, the kill.”(16) When Louis feeds on Claudia, his heart rate increases “with no hope of cease.”(17) Lestat finds great pleasure in the kill. He tells Louis, “I like to do it…I enjoy it.”(18)

Louis, however, has multiple sources of pleasure which Lestat either doesn’t possess or doesn’t perceive. Louis’ vampire sight causes him to become “so enamored with [the moon] that I must have spent an hour there [looking at it].” With this new vampire sight, Louis had found that “all things had changed.”(19) Louis also indirectly alludes to the tactile pleasures of vampirism in his conversation with the boy about the superstitions of the vampire tradition. The boy inquires whether Louis is capable of transforming into steam and passing through a keyhole. Louis tells him that he can’t but “I wish I could…How positively delightful. I should like to pass through all manner of different keyholes and feel the tickle of their peculiar shape.”(20) Sound is yet another source of pleasure for Louis. Louis refers with a smile to first hearing Lestat’s laughter with vampire senses as “peals of laughter…peals of bells”.(21) This is not to say that Louis derives no pleasure from the kill. On the contrary, Louis “never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands.”(22) Louis, however, never loses his respect for human life. This difference between Louis and Lestat is best evidenced in the passage where Louis is describing the death of the overseer that he had to witness before he became a vampire:

Lestat was laughing, telling me callously that I would feel so different once I was a vampire that I would laugh, too. He was wrong about that. I never laugh at death, no matter how often and regularly I am the cause of it.(23)

This multiplicity of language that comes out of the multiplicity of pleasure often simply isn’t translatable into logocentric Western languages. Rice shows the impossibility of rendering the chaos of multiplicity in our inherently logocentric language in Louis’ inability to speak of vampirism using words. Louis first encounters this dilemma when he tries to explain his peculiar state of undeath to the boy. He finally resorts to telling the boy “I can’t really make this clear to you for the obvious reason that you are now as I was before my body died. You cannot understand.”(24) Vampires cannot fully commune with humans because they don’t have the vampire experience.(25) Any attempt at communion between vampires and mortals is doomed to fail because vampirism is simply too intense for human comprehension.(26) Since humans cannot experience what it means to be a vampire, the burden falls to our logocentric language, which is doomed to failure. Vampires, like their female counterparts, must be defined as “other” in Western society.

Vampiric Motherhood

In psychoanalytic theory, one achieves maturity when he regards the mother as simply an object by which he obtains existence.(27) With this theory in mind, let’s take a look at Louis first few moments as a vampire. The first thing Louis sees after he is born into darkness is Lestat, his creator. It is through that first look that Louis explores his new “vampire eyes.” Louis learns about his new existence by looking at Lestat:

I saw as a vampire…Lestat was standing again at the foot of the stairs, and I saw him as I could not have seen him before…now I saw him filled with his own life and own blood: he was radiant, not luminous. And then I saw that not only had Lestat changed, but all things had changed.(28)

Lestat in the above passage is in a mother role. He is the first person Louis sees after being reborn as a vampire. He is also the way in which Louis will define himself throughout his early years. Lestat is what Louis will try to be in his early attempts to “be a vampire.” However, Lestat will also be the one who Louis must separate himself from to reach maturity. Lestat’s role as mother rather than father brings us to an important point about Ricean vampirism.

In Anne Rice’s vampirology, vampirism is a matriarchy. In later novels in the Vampire Chronicles, we discover that the progenitor of all vampires is a woman, the “queen” vampire Akasha. Her consort, Enkil - while powerful in his own right - is not the parent of all vampires. Whereas Akasha is linked to all of her progeny, Enkil has no connection to other vampires (other than the typical telepathic connection of Ricean vampires) and is therefore expendable. Akasha, however, is indispensable since whatever harm is done to her extends to all vampires.(29)

Another point of support for the vampiric matriarchy is the method by which vampires procreate. Vampiric life, like human life, is created through the exchange of fluids. First, the “mother” vampire takes in fluids, mirroring the female role in sexual intercourse. Next, the mother vampire nurses the newborn vampire with vampire blood. In this way, the Dark Gift is a return to the oral stage, where pleasure is centered on the mouth through nursing with the mother. In Louis’ words:

I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment…(30)

Finally, Louis exhibits his final maturity in his independence from “Mother” Lestat. When Louis returns to New Orleans and trails the fledgling vampire back to Lestat, Lestat begs him to return to him to teach him about the new times and help Lestat become the dashing vampire he once was. Though Louis obviously still cared a great deal for Lestat, he rejected his offer. Louis had to avoid linking his existence with his “mother” because if he did he would lose his maturity and his identity. In this manner, Louis’ refusal of Lestat is the greatest test of Louis’ newfound independence. Louis remains an autonomous being.

Conclusions

What then have we learned in our exploration of Ricean vampirism through the lens of feminist theory? From the section on Louis’ allegorical feminine journey, we see that feminism is still a formalist system. Showalter’s attempt to break the whole of women’s literature into three stages is formalism writ large. From the section of the multiplicity of desire and pleasure, we learn about feminism’s emphasis on how the body relates to the text. Finally, in the section on vampiric motherhood we find psychoanalysis hiding in the background of feminism and we also see feminism’s attempt to break out of the dominant patriarchy to create a unique female system. Most importantly, I think, we have seen that feminism is not a critical method that can be reduced to a single idea. Feminism, like the female subjectivity, is a system of multiplicity and fluidity. Feminism is made up of many parts without clear boundaries separating them.

Works Cited

Auerbach, Nina. Our Vampires, Ourselves. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1995.

Auerbach, Nina. Woman and the Demon. Cambridge: Harvard UP, 1982.

Beidler, Peter. “What is Feminism?” The Wife of Bath. Boston: Bedford Books of St. Martin’s Press, 1996. 255-262.

Irigaray, Luce. This Sex Which Is Not One. Trans. Catherine Porter. Ithaca, NY: Cornell UP, 1993.

Rice, Anne. Interview with the Vampire. New York: Ballantine Books, 1976.

Showalter, Elaine. “Toward a Feminist Poetics.” Critical Theory Since Plato. Ed. Hazard Addams. Orlando: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1992. 1224-1233.

Waugh, Patricia. “Stalemates?: Feminists, Postmodernists and Unfinished Issues in Modern Aesthetics.” Modern Literary Theory. 3rd ed. New York: Arnold, 1992.

Footnotes

  1. Peter Beidler, “What is Feminist Criticism?”, The Wife of Bath (Boston, Bedford Books of St. Martin’s Press, 1996), p. 255-256.
  2. Ibid, p. 257-258.
  3. Ibid, p. 255.
  4. Elaine Showalter, “Toward a Feminist Poetics,” Critical Theory Since Plato (Orlando, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1992), p. 1231.
  5. Patricia Waugh, “Stalemates?: Feminists, Postmodernists and Unfinished Issues in Modern Aesthetics,” Modern Literary Theory, 3rd ed. (New York, Arnold, 1992), p. 337.
  6. Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire (New York, Ballantine, 1976), p. 21.
  7. Ibid, p. 38.
  8. Ibid, p. 281-282.
  9. The concept of vampiric telepathy is actually an elusive topic in Interview with the Vampire. It is only hinted at and never fully developed. Claudia, for example, asks Louis on page 249, “Do you know what it was that [Armand] told me over and over without speaking a word?” Yet when Louis asks Armand if he is capable of reading thoughts, Armand replies, “Not the way you mean.” It isn’t really until The Vampire Lestat that we are certain of the existence of vampiric telepathy.
  10. Nina Auerbach, Our Vampires, Ourselves (Chicago, University of Chicago Press, 1995), p. 154.
  11. Nina Auerbach, Woman and the Demon (Cambridge, Harvard UP, 1982), p. 1.
  12. Ibid, p. 154.
  13. Rice p. 281.
  14. Ibid, p. 317.
  15. Luce Irigaray, This Sex Which Is Not One (Ithaca, Cornell UP, 1993), p. 101-102.
  16. Rice p. 254.
  17. Ibid, p. 74.
  18. Ibid, p. 84.
  19. Ibid, p. 21.
  20. Ibid, p. 23.
  21. Ibid, p. 21.
  22. Ibid, p. 82.
  23. Ibid, p. 16.
  24. Ibid, p. 25.
  25. Auerbach, Vampires, p. 215.
  26. Ibid, p. 153. This failure is demonstrated, for Auerbach, in the failed Lestat/David communion in Tale of the Body Thief. Auerbach misses the other perhaps more lucid failed vampire/human communion in the same novel of Lestat and Gretchen. While in human form, Lestat and Gretchen find a powerful connection - a connection which is broken with Lestat’s return to vampirism. In fact, we see that as a consequence of having seen Lestat’s true nature Gretchen is driven into madness.
  27. Waugh p. 336.
  28. Rice p. 21.
  29. We actually first encounter Akasha and Enkil (”Those Who Must Be Kept”) in The Vampire Lestat. However, it isn’t until Marius finds Enkil sucked dry in The Queen of the Damned that we discover that Enkil is actually only ornamental. His only real value is in his role as Akasha’s consort - a role that Akasha believes Lestat can handle more effectively.
  30. Rice p. 20.