by Kathleen Bradean
Being a creative type, as you probably know, means having a particularly active brain. Which is all find and dandy when you find yourself stuck in traffic or in a doctor's waiting room and you have to self-amuse (in a publicly acceptable manner) for a while. That's the time to unleash the imagination and set it free. When it isn't such a great thing is when its two in the morning and you still can't fall asleep because your brain decides to run endless iterations of a bad scene you're dreading rather than shut off.
By three a.m, you realize why Morpheus was a god.
Family drama may be keeping me awake, but in those wee hours of the morning I do my usual 'thinking too much about things.' And what I mused too much about recently-- other than family drama-- is a question.
What's the point of erotica?
Saying "Well, to arouse readers, of course," seems too simplistic and possibly wrong. Possibly. Horror seems like a genre intended to scare people, but it often, especially in movies, is used to reflect upon and comment on our culture. What's the purpose of the mystery genre? Probably to reassure readers that there is order in life and there's such a thing as closure. That's a huge lie, of course, but-- to quote The Sun Also Rises-- "Isn't it pretty to think so?" Maybe the point of a mystery is to entertain the type of reader who likes a puzzle.
So maybe the point of erotica is to arouse, but I think it's more complex than that in the hands of some writers and some readers. Could it be that the genre uses sex and sexuality to explore the human condition, and that titillation is just a byproduct? Is it erotica if it only shows sex but it isn't arousing? (or is that simply literary fiction?) And does the author's intent matter? what if it was supposed to turn you on but didn't? Or what if it wasn't ever supposed to arouse but one reader got a tingle and some fevered dreams out of a scene?
You can see why such thoughts turn into little hamsters on unbalanced exercise wheels in need of lubrication. The squeaking alone is enough to stop a brain from turning off. Eventually it does, but not before a subtler thief sneaks at the edges of my thoughts. And here's the point where it turns slightly awkward, because the quote that came to me was from a children's movie. In Willie Wonka (the Johnny Depp version, not the Gene Wilder one), Charlie Bucket sagely comments that "Candy doesn't have to have a point." Maybe erotica doesn't need to have one either. But let me know what you think.
Friday, October 24, 2014
by Kathleen Bradean
Posted by Kathleen Bradean at 1:00 AM