Leslie J Linder

Short Stories, Fiction, Non-fiction, Poetry

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A Blazing World: Non-human Animals as the Subjects in Feminist Science Fiction

Every once in a while, I like to put on my thinking cap (it’s pointy, of course) and consider big-picture questions about stories and story-craft. This turned out to be one of those days.

When I write about species issues or veganism in a fiction context, I like to work in either the Horror or Science Fiction genres. With Horror, I like to play with the ideas of predator and prey. What can I do to make the human reader empathize with prey?

Horror is great for putting humans back in the food chain. These scary stories make us think how we would hope to be treated if we encountered a predator who was stronger than us and was at liberty to farm, hunt, or otherwise consume us if they chose to.

Or, what can I teach the reader (and myself) about human nature when I put humans into the roles of different types of predators? Does the reader identify with the predator in my story? Do they enjoy this feeling or does it disturb them?

In Science Fiction I like the opportunity to place a story in an alternate world, perhaps with the same effect as the Horror strategies I delineated above. Science Fiction is another great way to play with the boundaries around species. We can write about human and non-human hybrids or challenge the ethics of modern scientific practices.

Both Horror and Science Fiction allow for the deliberate blurring of species lines. The Wolf-man of Horror or the Human Fly of Science Fiction would be a couple of examples. The details of these stories give us the opportunity to play with multiple layers of context.

The role as predator or prey is central to these stories. In some, the non-human traits of the protagonist are a curse. In others, they are a gift. Spider-man, for example, is made a super hero by the blending of his human and non-human traits.

What traits can be designated human versus non-human? The whole concept is subjective. Often, human beings say that language is a marker that distinguishes our species from others. We ignore the obvious fact that other species speak to one another in their own ways.

Another trait that humans claim as exclusive to our own species is morality. This is a highly ironic assertion given our treatment of virtually every other living thing on the planet (and quite often one another).

So, what are the tangible differences, if any? They seem to be constructed entirely of assumptions and biases.

For centuries, human beings in a predominance of major world cultures have been taught that we are separate from and somehow superior to other animals. This is so much the case that the phrase, “other animals,” sounds discordant and somehow offensive to the uncritical listener.

Non-human animals are used by people for food, labor transportation, entertainments, fashion, sport, comfort, therapy, military service and testing, and scientific experimentation. Although industrialization removed some of the burden on non-human animals for things like transportation and labor, their situation has continued to decline.

Increases in meat-eating amongst the growing throngs of humanity have created more and more exploitative agriculture. This not only harms the animals inside the industry but displaces others. Species go extinct daily as habitat is destroyed and our planet is pushed closer and closer to collapse.

It seems like whenever non-humans almost get a break, our species finds a way to undo the progress. It seems to me that, if we fail to redact our world-view in which non-human animals are mere tools, toys, or obstacles then our bottom-line behaviors will never change.

Take lab-grown meat. It is a great hope that lab meat will reduce the suffering of farmed animals and the climactic destruction of agriculture. At the same time, science is finding a new “use” for these creatures.

Despite ethics-motivated funding bans, scientists are persisting in their work to perfect techniques whereby human organs can be “custom-ordered,” with the consumer’s DNA used to cultivate human hearts, livers, etc. inside the living bodies of creatures like sheep, pigs, and cows.

This way humans can keep eating animals (even if lab-grown) and get an animal’s organ for transplant once this unnatural and unhealthy diet has given them heart disease, diabetes, or something of the type. This is the kind of mad scientist nonsense that even Mary Shelley wouldn’t have wanted to believe. What was that about humans being the only species with a sense of morality?

As already discussed, non-human animals aren’t the only ones who suffer due to “othering.” The other can be a fluid designation. When we are so accustomed to seeing those who look, speak, think, act differently than ourselves as inferior it has a broad impact. Any time you hear people discussing whether to be “humane” to other humans, they are (usually unconsciously) taking a position that these other folks are below them and therefore something less than fully human.

Human history is full of periods when white people have argued with a totally straight face that non-whites are a different (and inferior) species. Caucasians are not alone in this, but we serve as an easy example. The United States has been a repeat offender.

Laws governing the ownership and treatment of non-white slaves mirrored those applied to livestock. Genocidal bounties for native people’s skins or assorted body parts was the origin of the offensive term, “Red Skin.” The American period of the Chinese exclusion act (the late 1800s) saw Chinese immigrants portrayed as “pests” like wild pigs and rats in mainstream media. The U.S. is certainly not alone.

The current United States administration (the President, in fact) is on record referring to Muslims and especially South Americans as “animals” and an “infestation.” Controversy about how immigrants arrested at the border are being kept, sometimes even in cages that Senatorial visitors have compared to “dog kennels,” adds to this age-old intersection of speciesist and racist “othering.”

The machinery and methods of the Nazi holocaust were based upon American slaughterhouses. There were also periods of time when men asserted that women were so inherently unlike them, we were basically a whole other type of creature. The word chattel, derivative of cattle, refers to owned animals. It has also been applied to slaves, women, and children who are owned by the male head of house.

The idea that only men can be clergy in certain religions is a remnant of this view. But, it is not only religion. Science of a more dimly-lit and patriarchal period suggested women had floating uteruses that would clog up their other functions and make them intellectually as well as physically incapable of performing the same tasks as men.

These biases extend to laws as well as normative behaviors. Tradition tells us that the “rule of thumb” in British Common Law sought the “humane” treatment of women by stipulating that their owners (husbands, fathers) could only beat them with implements the diameter of their thumb. The truth of this is now somewhat controversial, but I would suggest that the patriarchal sentiment that kept the saying alive for centuries was and is very real.

Why haven’t we gotten rid of all this nonsense in our supposedly enlightened age? I think it has to do with fear. Specifically the fear of what might happen to us if we start letting go of our privileges.

Once you start letting “others” into your sphere of concern it gets harder to exclude everyone else. This is what Southern slave-holders and misogynist culture-bearers were screaming about during progressive movements like Abolition and Suffrage.

In a way (thankfully), they were right. The more we think about similarities the more of them we see. It becomes harder and harder to marginalize others. Though the last hold-out of our most cruel biases remains speciesism.

Mary Shelley’s mother, Mary Wollstonecraft, put feminism on the map by writing Vindication of the Rights of Woman in 1792. She made such a splash with this treatise on the basic humanity and equality of women that it elicited an immediate satirical response connecting women’s rights directly with non-human animal’s’ rights. Thomas Taylor published Vindication of the Rights of Brutes. Though he put forth some valid anti-speciesist arguments, he was intending them as satire. He was trying to say, “If you’re going to let women in, what next? Sheep?”

Thankfully, Taylor didn’t get the last word. In 1813 Wollstonecraft’s son-in-law, Percy Shelley, finished the “Vindication” trilogy with Vindication of Natural Diet. He made an earnest pro-vegetarian (vegan, by modern definition) argument. In his version the message was basically, “Yes, sheep too. Speciesism is a meaningless and harmful bias. Eat plants.”

He went through all the arguments for vegetarianism as motivated by ethics, health, social equality, and environmentalism. The last sentence of the booklet was literally in all-caps, stating, “NEVER TAKE ANY SUBSTANCE INTO THE STOMACH THAT ONCE HAD LIFE.”

There has long been a tendency to question the validity of species as a marker of superiority. I would like to consider three authors whose work merges at a particularly interesting point. At least, it interests me. These writers were feminists who wrote Science Fiction which played with the concepts not only of gender but of species.

My three authors were women in times of rigid patriarchy. Their treatment of the other therefore tended to put women and non-humans into a lot of the same categories. They did this by making non-humans or human/non-human hybrids the subjects (and sometimes even the protagonists) of their stories. These three writers are Lady Margaret Cavendish, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, and Charlotte Perkins Gilman.

Each of these writers are usually understood through the lens of their gender. The fact that they were writing as women in an era when most writers were men makes it understandable for readers to focus on this element of their perspective when trying to understand their subtexts and deeper meanings.

For instance, Shelley’s Frankenstein is usually understood as a story about men taking reproductive control away from women. The male doctor in the story learns to make a new life without the normal biological processes in which a mother is central.

We miss out if we fail to take our analysis of these women’s work even deeper than gender. They all included non-human animals in their sphere of concern and used their own perspective as the other to interact with other species. The lessons that their work has to offer modern readers and writers is what I would like to take a closer look at.

For each, I will give a short biographical sketch. Remember that whole biographies have been written about each. There is plenty to explore if you are interested. Bear in mind, their vegetarian or animal-rights interests are usually omitted or negated in these mainstream works.

Second, I will include some brief samples of their work in which they address species. And finally, I will list my own understandings of how these writers employed different creative strategies to play with concepts of species and sameness versus otherness.

Lady Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle (1623-1673):

Margaret Lucas, whose anti-vivisectionist and literary exploits earned her the nickname “Mad Madge,” was born to upper-class parents in exactly the wrong place and time. Her family’s support of the monarchy during the English Civil War led to their home being destroyed by a pro-parliament mob when she was about eighteen.

The family cashed in some goodwill from the royal family that landed Margaret a job as a lady in waiting to the Queen (Henrietta Maria). She met and married William Cavendish, the Marquis of Newcastle while serving the exiled Queen in Paris.

Like her father and brothers, Margaret’s husband was a progressive who supported her intellect and education. He paid for the publication of all her books. One of these books became an early example of the Science Fiction genre. This was “The Blazing World.”

Often described as a “satirical utopia,” the story follows a human woman who is lost at sea and washes up in an alternate dimension. Here, the creatures are all human/non-human hybrids. There are bear-people, fox-people, fish-people, and so on.

In a nod to the speciesism she was raised in, Margaret does have her human protagonist immediately enshrined as Empress by these other beings. But, she conveys a world in which non-humans have moral agency. Often, they are portrayed as superior to humans in that regard.

The book is a fanciful romp in which she uses the Empress’ interactions with these strange creatures to contemplate subjects such as natural science and ethics. The questions they tackle include, “Why is the sun hot?” “Why is coal black?” and “Should monsters (the other) be used in scientific experiments?”

In an Avatar-like climax, the Empress leads an army of anthropomorphic creatures back into our world. Together, they defeat the evil humans who caused her exile.

Margaret engaged in animal-rights related topics in her fiction and non-fiction. She wrote books on natural history and rhetoric. Due to her noble status, she was one of the rare women allowed into the Royal Society of London in 1667, which was basically the think-tank of the times for philosophy and science. There, she took on some of the heavy-hitters of her day.

Among other things, she challenged Rene Descartes on his practices of vivisection. In other words, she challenged his popular argument that non-human animals are not sentient and therefore can be used by humans in any way we see fit. Descartes’ work is still used as a rationale for scientific and military uses of other animals.

Given a Classical education by her father and brothers, Margaret seemed to favor the ethical vegetarianism of writers like Plutarch and Ovid. She particularly loathed the blood sports of the noble class.

Her poem, “The Hunting of the Hare,” does such a good job of “humanizing” a hare named Wat that the story of his torture and death is quite difficult to read. Bear in mind that Margaret wrote in a time when the English language was spoken and written very differently. This version of her poem is updated in language. It sometimes messes up the cadence of the poem, but it makes her meaning more clear.

Then Wat was struck with terror, and with fear,

Thinks every shadow still the dogs they were.

And running out some distance from the noise,

To hide himself, his thoughts he new employs.

Under a clod of earth in sand pit wide,

Poor Wat sat close, hoping himself to hide.

 

Her use of anthropomorphism, in this case, is a clear example of how the tactic can be effective in getting normally uncritical, speciesist readers to question a culturally normative practice.

In the end, “Poor Wat” is captured and torn apart by the hounds. Margaret finishes the poem with an indictment not only of hunting but of meat-eating. She says:

As if that God made Creatures for Man’s meat,

To give them Life, and Sense, for Man to eat;

Or else for Sport, or Recreations sake,

Destroy those Lives that God saw good to make:

Making their Stomachs, Graves, which full they fill

With Murdered Bodies, that in sport they kill.

Yet Man doth think himself so gentle, mild,

When he of Creatures is most cruelly wild.

And is so Proud, thinks only he should live,

That God a God-like Nature did him give.

And that all Creatures for his sake alone,

Was made for him, to Tyrannize upon.

I have often wondered if Margaret’s experiences during the English Civil War informed her understanding of “being hunted.” In either case, her identity as a woman placed her in the category of other. She pushed against resistance and patronization when it came to her writing, her intellectual interests, and her social justice activism.

As a woman, she seemed to seek to placate her critics by joking about her humble “scribbles.” Perhaps her attempt to express some of her serious beliefs within the context of Science Fiction was a strategy. She stepped completely outside the realm of patriarchal, academic concern. In that way, she was able to speak directly to her readers.

I think that a prime tactic Margaret Cavendish used in her writing about non-humans was anthropomorphism that underscored similarities between species rather than differences. She asserted that non-humans also crave life, avoid suffering, and seek a happy fulfillment for their lives.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1797-1851):

Where Margaret Cavendish was fortunate due to her marriage into the nobility, Mary Shelley was similarly advantaged by being born into celebrity. Her parents were prominent intellectuals who constantly pulled the progressive thinkers and artists of their day into their orbit.

Her father, William Godwin, advocated for anarchism. This was basically the movement of human societies back toward non-hierarchical and voluntary associations of the self-governed rather than large governments. His book, “An Enquiry Concerning Political Justice,” put him at the center of radical philosophical society.

As previously mentioned, her mother was Mary Wollstonecraft, who wrote “A Vindication of the Rights of Women.” This is still regarded as one of the foundation treatises for the ideals and issues of feminism. Tragically, Mary Wollstonecraft died when her daughter was only a few days old.

For Mary, her mother became more of a household deity than a parent. Her grief-stricken father took great pains to educate his daughter in the way he thought his wife would have wanted. More than this, he educated her to carry on her mother’s legacy.

Vegetarians, otherwise known in the old days as “Pythagoreans” or “food reformers,” were part of the Godwin-Wollstonecraft Salon. To what extent Mary herself embraced vegetarian ideals is unclear. But, she was surrounded by vegetarian sentiment, and seemingly made no effort to distance herself from it.

In “Vindication,” Mary Wollstonecraft asserted that non-human animals should also be extended compassion and justice. She said that children must be taught not to abuse animals if they were going to have a good character. She said, “Justice, or even benevolence, will not be a powerful spring of action unless [they] extend to the whole creation ….”

So, Mary’s daughter had plenty of exposure to vegetarian ideas by the time she met Percy Shelley. Percy had embraced strict vegetarianism (basically veganism) about a year before they met. He was heavily influenced by the vegetarian classical philosophers like Pythagoras, Porphyry, and Ovid.

Percy’s own dietary recommendations in his vegetarian booklet mirror those of his contemporary, Dr. Henry Lambe. We can observe this from Dr. Lambe’s 1813 book which is accurately if inelegantly titled, “Water and Vegetable Diet in Consumption, Scrofula, Cancer, Asthma, and Other Chronic Diseases.”

I bring up Percy’s vegetarian guidebook because it is like a secret decoder kit for understanding the vegetarian messages in Frankenstein.

One example is the reference in Mary’s book to Prometheus.  The full title of her story was, “Frankenstein: or, The Modern Prometheus.”

Percy’s work talks a lot about Prometheus. If you remember your Greek mythology (or feel like googling it), Prometheus was the guy who decided to circumvent the will of the gods and give humanity the gift of fire.

The gods didn’t think humans could handle the power of fire. They were afraid our species would wreak havoc through the unintended consequences of our ignorant wielding of this technology. Sound familiar? Victor Frankenstein as the Modern Prometheus also tried to act like a god and ended up causing all sorts of suffering.

In Vindication, Percy says, “The supereminence of man is like Satan’s, a supereminence of pain; and the majority of his species, doomed to [poverty], disease, and crime, have reason to curse the untoward event, that by enabling him to communicate his sensations raised him above the level of his fellow animals.”

You may be scratching your head at this point. I’m sure you’ve seen a few versions of Frankenstein. You probably didn’t see anything vegetarian about it. So let me explain the Romantic Era vegetarianism that is prominent in Shelley’s original book.

The “creature” Dr. Frankenstein makes is made of animal parts as well as human parts. He becomes the “Adam” of a new species. He declares his intention to eat vegetarian foods like acorns and berries. If you pay attention, he never eats meat. Only occasionally when foraging does he take some cheese or milk. The creature’s diet mimics the preferential foods of classic vegetarian forebears like Ovid, Plutarch, and Milton.

The creature is formed in his character by the hatred and rejection he faces from human beings. He begins as a loving innocent and ends as a vindictive killer.

Despite this, the creature retains more dignity and more grasp on his moral compass than does his human creator. Like Margaret Cavendish, Mary Shelly hints that non-humans may have a more authentic connection to goodness and innocence than humanity.

The story is a cautionary tale against what we now know as speciesism. Dr. Frankenstein is the modern Prometheus because, like that classical character, he defies the gods to give humans more power than we can safely handle. The consequences are literally monstrous.

Mary is very specific about the creature being a new species. In Volume One, Chapter Three, Victor Frankenstein brags, “A new species would bless me as its creator and source, many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me.”

When his creature wakes up and tries to embrace him, Frankenstein flees in terror. Playing god turned out to be more than he could handle. He abandons his creation to face the world alone.

Recognized as different by the humans around him, the creature is abused and reviled. He hides in the shed of a farming family and slowly learns to speak by reading books. The creature thinks that imitating human language will earn him acceptance. When he is proven wrong his bitterness and taste for vengeance fester.

The creature affirms this species distinction when he demands that Dr. Frankenstein make him a mate. In Volume Two, Chapter Eight, he says, “…my companion must be of the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create.”

The creature was born loving. Through loneliness and rejection, he develops a hatred of human beings that results in a killing spree. Frankenstein playing god unleashes a world of suffering for himself and everyone around him.

Shortly thereafter, in Chapter Nine, the creature elucidates the consequences of speciesism. He says, “Shall I respect man, when he condemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and, instead of injury, I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union. Yet mine shall not be the submission of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries: if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear….”

Here, the creature seems to speak for all non-human animals. His story urges the thoughtful reader to contemplate the consequences of human insensitivity to, as Percy called them, our “fellow animals.”

Frankenstein is an example of a less obvious vegetarian message. You literally need a guidebook (Percy’s Vindication) to understand it. But, the story shares some themes with “The Blazing World.”

Both stories have human-animal hybrids who use human language and mannerisms to convey the inner thoughts and motivations of other creatures. In Margaret’s work, these creatures exist in another world. In Mary’s the creature is created through the hubris of mankind and the misapplication of technology.  In both stories, these beings eventually resort to violence and attack humans. Each story has elements of both morality play and a cautionary tale.

Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1860-1935):

Charlotte was born into a family of tough, intelligent women. She lived during the prime times of the Suffrage Movement. She spent many years running an independent press that published books as well as a feminist newspaper. But, times were sometimes tough. She even made money for a while by selling soap from door to door. But, she lived life on her own terms, right up until she killed herself. A proponent of assisted suicide, she employed it when she learned she had terminal cancer.

She seemed to love learning and writing from an early age. Since her father abandoned the family when she was young, her maternal aunts were always around for support. And these aunts exposed Charlotte to a woman’s creative potential.

One of them, Harriet Beecher Stowe, authored “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” A fictional story that exposed the cruelty of slavery, it was so influential that President Abraham Lincoln reportedly called Stowe “the little woman who started the war.”

Charlotte’s mother didn’t want her kids to waste time on flights of fancy. She forbade her children to even read works of fiction. Perhaps in the spirit of rebellion, Charlotte persisted with her creative interests.

Her best-known work was The Yellow Wallpaper, which is a women’s studies classic. Perhaps best described as psychological horror, it’s a fictionalized account of Gilman’s own experience with post-partum depression (specifically the way her male doctor and her husband responded to her distress).

Like many feminists (suffragists) of her era, Gilman saw the plight of non-human animals as very connected to the plight of women, or other oppressed human beings. She wrote a poem that reflected her empathy for other animals after spending a night in a hotel near the railroad, listening to the pitiful noises of the cattle being shipped to slaughter.

THE CATTLE TRAIN

Below my window goes the cattle train,
And stands for hours along the river park,
Fear, Cold, Exhaustion, Hunger, Thirst and
Pain;


Dumb brutes we call them – Hark!
The bleat of frightened mother -calling young,
Deep-throated agony, shrill frantic cries,
Hoarse murmur of the thirst-distended tongue
Up to my window rise.


Bleak lies the shore to northern wind and sleet,
In open-slatted cars they stand and freeze
Beside the broad blue river in the heat
All waterless go these.


Hot, fevered, frightened, trampled, bruised
and torn;


Frozen to death before the ax descends;
We kill these weary creatures; sore and worn,
And eat them– with our friends.

 

The specter of doomed mothers and children calling to one another from the cattle cars reflects Charlotte’s ability to remove the barrier of species and to frame females across species as the same versus the other. She takes this concept much farther in a Science Fiction book she calls, “Herland.”

The story has a snarky and humorous tone. It is told through the incredulous point of view of some “gentlemen explorers” who stumble upon a women-only society and are shocked by the different culture they find.

The women of Herland are essentially a different species. Through parthenogenesis, they produce only female offspring. They state that there have been no men in their civilization for two-thousand years.

A prominent aspect of Gilman’s Herland is that the women do not exploit animals for food or labor. As with the stories of the Golden Age the women of Herland live primarily off fruit and nuts. It is a touchstone of connection with Frankenstein.

In one section of the text, the male visitors ask how these people get milk without cows. A woman named Somel tells them that they rely on their own milk. One small segment of this is as follows:

“Whatever do you do without milk?” Terry demanded incredulously.

“MILK? We have milk in abundance—our own.”

“But—but—I mean for cooking—for grown people,” Terry blundered, while they looked amazed and a shade displeased.

Jeff came to the rescue. “We keep cattle for their milk, as well as for their meat,” he explained. “Cow’s milk is a staple article of diet. There is a great milk industry—to collect and distribute it.”

Still they looked puzzled. I pointed to my outline of a cow. “The farmer milks the cow,” I said, and sketched a milk pail, the stool, and in pantomime showed the man milking. “Then it is carried to the city and distributed by milkmen—everybody has it at the door in the morning.”

“Has the cow no child?” asked Somel earnestly.

“Oh, yes, of course, a calf, that is.”

“Is there milk for the calf and you, too?”

It took some time to make clear to those three sweet-faced women the process which robs the cow of her calf, and the calf of its true food; and the talk led us into a further discussion of the meat business. They heard it out, looking very white, and presently begged to be excused.

 

So in 1915, Gilman is laying out the ethics behind feminist veganism which are still considered radical and fringe today. By removing species as a barrier she includes all females within the scope of feminist concern.

Conclusions:

What strategies can modern readers and writers of the Science Fiction and Horror genres learn from these three women? Here are a few of my own conclusions.

  • Anthropomorphism can be a useful tool for leading readers into the first stages of empathy for non-humans. Though it can be misleading, it is also a way to invite people to consider the ways we are similar to other animals. We must be vigilant when using this tool not to fall into anthropocentrism (being human-centered). Margaret Cavendish having her human protagonist immediately made “Empress” by the creatures in the alternate world is one example of this. I feel that it unconsciously assumes, and therefore propagates, the notion of human superiority.
  • Stories do not have to be overtly vegan (or vegetarian) to convey vegan philosophies. A vampire who chooses to consume donated blood or another substance versus vampires who hunt or even farm humans would be one example (which I play around with in my own vampire story, “Revenant: Blood Justice”).
  • A story can explore the arguments for compassion versus domination without overtly calling them out. Mary Shelly lays out numerous vegetarian philosophies in Frankenstein without beating the reader over the head with them. One drawback of this strategy is that uncritical readers may miss the message. The subtlety of Mary’s vegetarianism has made it all too easy for future generations to erase from the narrative. Watch any adaptation of her novel and just try to pick out a single vegetarian or animal rights subtext.
  • Stories that use non-human protagonists, or human/non-human partnerships, to tell an “underdog” kind of story, can help readers to see the similarities between species. The modern motion picture, “Seabiscuit,” contains elements of this strategy. Charlotte uses the social norms of the women in Herland to illustrate that feminism addresses the abuses of females from all species. Breast milk should belong to the mother and her child. Ovum (eggs) should be under the individual female’s “reproductive control.” In other words, the female body is not meant to be owned and consumed by others, either in sum or in parts.

Stories that push back against speciesism seek to showcase similarities between animals, rather than differences. The audience is invited to consider the common goals of both human and non-human animals. These might include the desire for safety and happiness or the love of family.

Anyhow, those are my thinking-cap musings of the moment. Back to the lab.

 

 

 

 

 

The Lady is a Vamp (the female “vampire” archetype in mainstream and the counterculture)

“A vampire is a good woman with a bad reputation, or rather a good woman who has had possibilities and wasted them” — Florenz Ziegfeld

The silent movie credited with the “vamp” connection. Really, it was much older.

My vamp(ire) novel, “Revenant: Blood Justice,” is prowling the earth! Check the horror page on this site or my Facebook author page for purchase info and for regular updates on all my different types of work. I’m pretty eclectic, so keep checking and you might find something you like.

To celebrate Revenant, I thought I would post about the vamp in history.

The female vampire as an unnatural, predatory monster was a trope developed in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. She represented the fears of a patriarchal culture (inhabited by both men and women) who believed the “new woman” was a very real threat to the very fiber of virtuous and well-functioning society. This vamp clawed her way into the mass consciousness in the years before all women in the US and UK got the vote. At this key point of culture change, it is no wonder that the women behind it were figuratively (and sometimes literally) equated with monsters.

The first reference to this type of vamp is in the 1897 poem, “The Vampire,” by Rudyard Kipling. Suffice to say, old Rudy had some issues. He never used the word vampire except in the title. But his portrayal of what moderns might think of as a “gold-digger” used the imagery of a soul-sucking, insatiable monster to great effect. One example as he commiserates with similarly victimized men is:

The fool was stripped to his foolish hide
(Even as you and I !)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside
(But it isn’t on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him died
(Even as you and I !)

Here she is—the uncaring beast (not like a man in intellect or morality) who will suck you dry if you give her an invitation. His readers carried on developing the vampire metaphor. When silent screen siren Theda Bara starred in the film, “A Fool there Was,” based on Rudy’s poem, the full-on vamp was born. Well, perhaps re-born. My current page image is a still photo from publicity for that film. The rapacious vamp will use her man until there is nothing left but brittle bone.

Theda Bara publicity shot.

Kipling’s tale of woe about a woman daring to have a relationship on her own terms became a type of anthem for the insecure patriarchs who were so distressed to see their privilege being gnawed away at by these rapacious jazz-age feminists and their sharp little teeth. By the era of the “flapper” women were going to college, working, gaining access to birth control, making nontraditional sexual choices, and about to get the vote. No wonder the vamp sprang out of the culture’s closet, right then. But, we’ll get to the “out of the closet” part, later. Right now, we’re still on hetero-normative.

There are lots of colorful terms for the young women of the generation in question. Molls, flappers, and vamps are some of the most colorful. While rebellious girls embraced all of these labels to a certain extent, they also had real social consequences – sometimes being used to give them a bad reputation that held these women back from attaining goals in education, work, or even domesticity (being accepted into a “good family”). The vamp was a particularly dangerous archetype to have hung around your neck, in those days.

Jetta Goudal vamping it up

Vamps were meant to be predatory, insatiable women who could not be trusted with men’s virtue, or even their physical health. Certainly, they weren’t wife and mother material. The predatory nature of vamps was two-pronged.

The vamp was a gold-digger and home-wrecker who ruined good men. Conversely, she was an unnatural, deviant type of female, who might prey upon and destroy otherwise innocent and virtuous young girls. In this way, the vamp as a tool of patriarchy was deployed to attack the many feminist leaders who, whether due to actual sexual identity or simple practicality, eschewed traditional marriage and created various sorts of partnerships with one another (other women).

We’ll start with the first one, since she’s the most commonly referenced. This is the hetero-normative vamp, who in modern times is actually admired. In a way, she has been harnessed by our current generational brand of patriarchy. She is sassy, sensuous, and doesn’t mind making herself a sexual object while she’s at it. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? This neutralizes her threat. Marilyn Monroe is a slightly retro but still valid version. Also Anna Nicole Smith. Their common, tragic ending suggests that this patriarchy-endorsed version of vamp may not be as enviable as she first appears.

1929: Louise Brooks in The Canary Murder Case.

One prominent example of the vintage vamp that remains to us comes from a 1919 article in a New York magazine called, “The Evening World.” In their March 27 edition, they praise the moral endeavors of a judge in Newark, NJ to combat the monstrous vamp. They report that this magistrate

“…has appealed to the Director of Public Safety for the creation of a ‘Vampire’s Gallery.’ By stern public posting of naughty eyes that will not behave, of hair that is too golden, of cheeks that are too pink, the Magistrate hopes to rid his town of the flirtie girlies and make that part of the world safe for domesticity.”

Personally, I’m trying to picture the wall of shame that local girls were presumably posted to if they looked too attractive to this dink and his friends. Were the pics at the post office next to mug shots of bank robbers and pedophiles? Or were those types of ne’er-do-wells not yet deemed a public safety issue? I’m also wondering if the photos were entirely punitive, or if they actually had a pre-Craigslist vibe. It’s super-creepy, in either case.

This Jersey magistrate (apparently quite a player, given his tons of insight) describes vampires as women who bleach their hair, wear lots of make-up, and go out on dates while using false names.

Not to be outdone, the author of the article doubles down when she (yes, she—remember the patriarchy always exploits the voices of its female adherents) suggests that the judge has only touched upon “the crudest exponent of the ancient art of [female] preying.” Using the queens in a deck of playing cards as a structure, she describes the really dangerous vamps and their vile motivations. Apparently:

The heart vamp works for love

The diamond vamp works for riches

The spade vamp works for success

The club vamp works for revenge

You can see in the illustration to the article that the vamp is a flapper, holding a tiny man the way King Kong held his lady, strewing playing cards in the wake of her serpentine tail.

What say you? These women dared to try and attain their own goals in relation to financial security, professional success, emotional fulfillment and basic self-defense? Witchcraft! Necromancy! Someone get the holy water and stake their uppity asses back into the dirt where they belong!

By referencing the magistrate and making the vamp a “public safety issue,” this article is very clear about the reasons folks comfortable in the patriarchal, base-line culture saw certain women as literally dangerous.

But what about the girl-on-girl vamp? Interestingly, she seems to have reawakened in the hallowed halls of the Academy—no doubt due to extreme patriarchal angst over women achieving educational goals and the advancements that came with them. These women were seen as literally monstrous in large part because they were seeking achievements that were not dependent on domestic deference to a man (father, brother, husband, or son).

Since virtually all female secondary education was held in sex-segregated (all girl) environments, the whole situation left an open invitation to equate their lifestyles directly with what we now call lesbianism. But in that time, they were referencing the most twisted and inauthentic stereotypes of women loving women—framing it as deviance, mental illness, and outright metaphysical evil. But, they weren’t entirely working from fiction. They were also lashing out against a very real phenomenon at work in the feminism of the times. I mean the phenomenon of female partnerships.

Women building lives with other women during the era of suffrage (roughly 1848 to 1928 in the US and UK) is a phenomenon dealt with extensively by author Lillian Faderman. She takes great care to note that there was a broad spectrum of relationship types. Some were totally “safety in numbers,” utilitarian types of partnerships. Some were the emotionally fulfilling “romantic friendships,” or “sisterhoods,” which were not sexual. And some were exactly what we would think of when we reference lesbian relationships today—up to and including a full partnership sharing resources, maybe raising kids, and generally having an emotional and sexual union. But, as with any marginalized group, they “all looked the same” to the mainstream culture and its masters.

Here are a few examples of the literary, lesbian-feminist vamp. One of the most classic examples is the 1915 book, “Regiment of Women,” written by Englishwoman Winifred Ashton under the pen-name of Clemence Dane. Note the militarized language which parallels the militant suffrage movement in Britain during this time.

In “Regiment of Women,” the predatory female teacher at the girls’ school is named Clare Hartill (heart-ill). She chews up and spits out the innocent girls in her charge, in every possible way. The writing is very sexually charged, and the vampirism is on an emotional (if not sexual) level more than a sanguinary one.

Another English novel in a similar vein (pardon, I couldn’t resist) is “White Ladies,” written in 1935 by Francis Brett Young. By this time the Brits had full suffrage, but the social unease is still apparent. Perhaps what women were doing with their newly legislated independence was freaking Francis out.

In this novel, the girls at the school are fed upon on a sanguinary level (their blood is actually consumed) by their evil teacher, Miss Cash. Note the connotation that a “career girl” like Miss Cash (who earns her own money) is necessarily suspect.

Not all the lesbian vampires were teachers. In Dorothy Sayers’ 1927 story, “Unnatural Death,” the villain is a predatory nurse. And not all these ladies are subtle. In Dorothy Baker’s “Trio” (1943), the vampire teacher drugs and imprisons her hapless female students.

You see how this goes. Women stepping out of the domestic, maternal zone are selfish, unnatural, over-sexed, greedy, and literally monsters. Parents have to guard their naive female children, lest they fall under the dreaded feminist thrall.

It seems, however, that all these monster tropes have a sociological arc. What begins as a cautionary tale becomes kind of exciting, and then down-right cool. Then, under the right cultural circumstances, it may swing back toward the cautionary again.

Note how the vampire resurrected as a desirable icon of powerful and charismatic personality. These creatures are often even portrayed as heroes. The LGBTQ vampire, for example, became admirable as a sexual and cultural outsider.

cavorting girl-on-girl vamps from The Vampire Lovers (1970)

In every case, the vamp shows us the ways in which classic horror creatures reflect human struggles and human nature. Like any good horror protagonist, we can only hope to survive by being adaptive learners. Good luck out there!

 

 

 

(PS: learn more about the REAL vampire thing from Enid in Revenant: Blood Justice at Black Rose Writing, Barnes & Noble, or Kindle).

 

 

“And your little dog, too!” the Herstory of Women’s Cycling

May is National Bike Month, and I myself have been taking to the road more often this year on my little red Specialized brand hybrid. To get myself back in the saddle, I started checking out print and online resources for women who cycle. In the process, I stumbled over a ton of very cool information about the role of the bicycle in what many call (whether with admiration or sarcasm), “women’s liberation.” Allow me to turn you on to some of this info, as well as resources for further study.

The bicycle took a while to assume its modern form, so there are all sorts of claims upon the earliest bike invented and manufactured. The really old models tended to be called the velocipede. These claims of originality and invention take up a good portion of the nineteenth century, and come from countries including Germany, Scotland, France, and more. The first commercial bicycle that we might recognize as similar to the ones in our garages was put out by a French company in about 1863. Designed by a blacksmith, the model was first called the Michaux or “boneshaker.” Having recently rattled down a few country roads on one of these contraptions, I can totally relate. The michaux hit America around 1865.

You may notice that this period in history coincides with when a lot of uppity women were starting to agitate for more civil liberties. And, believe me, people were agitated. Especially men, but also other women who were afraid their raucous sisters would upset the whole apple cart.

“First you let them bike, then they want to vote!”

The uppity women were also called “new women” by themselves and others. It had both positive and negative meaning, depending on who was using it. Throughout the period approximately between the 1850s and the 1930s, when a lot of women (specifically in the US and UK) were fighting for and getting not only the vote but also access to higher education and more types of professional work, the bicycle became an easy and accessible form of transportation. Susan B. Anthony, one of the most uppity women on record, is said to have written:

“Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel…the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.”

In “Wheels of Change” (cited below), Sue Macy quotes a magazine from the 1890s about the importance of bikes to increasingly independent women:

“To men, the bicycle in the beginning was merely a new toy, another machine added to the long list of devices they knew in their work and play. To women, it was a steed which they rode into a new world.” (Munsey’s Magazine, May 1896).

I have worked for over fifteen years at a domestic violence program. I can tell you that three key points of control that are exerted upon women (and other victims of abuse or oppression) are food/shelter (basic need), communication, and transportation. One of the prime red flags that someone is being controlled is that they are prevented in all sorts of creative ways from getting around without their controller’s oversight and permission. For example, many battered women were never “allowed” to get a driver’s license. If they have one, they are denied access to a vehicle. Even getting rides from friends and family (or taking a bus) are limited through the use of curfew and jealousy-justified tantrums or even beatings. So, I really resonated with this information about how much old fashioned guys hated it when women got hold of bicycles.

The unwomanly shrew of suffrage–complete with bike

Patriarchy isn’t just a domestic issue. It’s a cultural and a geo-political one. This was true in the past as much as it is, now. All sorts of cultural rationalizations came out to discourage women from cycling, or to give their men a justification to forbid it. The easiest and most humiliating was to hit women where they depended upon success for their survival and sense of self. They (and the men in their lives) were told that cycling would make women ugly, and also that cycling was a sign of an oversexed and immoral woman. Riding a bike could therefore jeopardize women’s chances of marriage and of broader social success.

The oversexed thing is a typical move of the patriarchy, and was also applied when women started riding horses astride rather than side-saddle, like some demented rodeo mermaid. The rather obvious idea is, as I even heard said by men of my grandfather’s generation, women who ride “just like to have something between their legs.” This tactic of humiliation was (and sometimes still is) used to keep women afoot and close to home. You can look at very patriarchal countries today to see this still in full use. But if we’re honest, you can still find it closer to home.

 

The most laughable tactic the Victorian men tried was to coin the term (pandered about as a genuine medical condition) “bicycle face.”

“Bicycle face” was allegedly something that happened to women who rode too much. It included red complexion (when the lily white was idealized since it could only be attained by upper class white women). Bicycle face also involved bulging eyes with dark circles under them and a chronically grim expression. Well, that won’t do. We all know good girls smile every minute of the goddamned day, so they will look more pleasing. Right? Right?!? Better stay off those bikes, ladies. Because, as Victorian doctors claimed, “Your face will freeze that way.”

Of course, some of these guys still thought that women acting pissed off about their general lot in life (AKA “hysteria”) was attributable to the mischievous meanderings of a floating uterus. Go figure. I’m sure Victorian and Edwardian era women were thrilled when they finally bit and clawed their way into higher education and found a medical program of that caliber. Seriously—I’m sorry for the venom. My uterus clearly just drifted up and smacked me right in the amygdala. Rolling on…. 

“And your little dog, too!”

During the period in the US and the UK when women were agitating for the vote (and other concessions, as mentioned), the bicycle became one of their symbols. Sometimes the women were taking this on, themselves. Amelia Bloomer invented her shocking skirt-pants largely so that women could cycle. With a bike, they could go farther and faster. They could fit more into their day. They could take jobs or go to classes farther from home and still attend to their domestic obligations. Yes, they did those, too. But, from the perspective of the patriarchy, the bicycle became a negative symbol of a bossy, lazy, over-entitled woman. It was pretty much the equivalent to a witch’s broomstick. Is it a coincidence that the Wicked Witch of the West (West Kansas) rode a bike? I think not.

During the New Woman/Suffrage era, women on bikes terrorized the dreams of establishment men. In some cases, it was justified. Cyclists began appearing in suffrage parades. Women could get to more demos and cause much more trouble when they had a set of wheels. One period paper recorded an incident where militant suffragettes used their bikes to block Winston Churchill’s car. History does not record for us the ultimate impact of this domestic terrorism. It’s possible his cuppa got cold.

Though modern gadgets often trend with the wealthy classes first and longest, the bike seems to have become a tool of the working classes and of minorities fairly early. Yes, there were African American suffragettes. A prominent national franchise of clubs in the US was the National Association of Colored Women (NACW). And, yes, some of them rode bikes. The cycle inevitably became a tool for activism, recreation, and daily life for a broad swatch of humanity. You don’t have to nourish a bike with hundreds of pounds of feed and gallons of water, as you would a horse or ox. Transportation (besides walking) suddenly became more accessible.

Some of the greatest innovators within cycling were both women and “minorities.” One of the most impressive early female cyclists was a Jewish Immigrant and working mom from Boston named Annie Londonderry-Kopchovsky. On a $5000 bet, she left Boston in 1894 and began a bike tour of the globe. The idea was to prove that the “New Woman” could take care of herself and attain vast accomplishments, right along with the guys. Yes, she completed her trip. She also collected some of the first athletic endorsement money by riding with a Londonderry Spring Water Company sign on her bike. And (gasp!), she rode in bloomers!!!

The benefits of bike ownership are still much the same, today. In more wealthy economies, we value them as a way to stay fit and to lower our “carbon footprint.” Around the world, cycles are still a barrier-shattering tool for women and men who might otherwise never have the time to get back and forth to work and school, thereby meeting life-goals. And, they are still sometimes persecuted for it.

Let’s get real. As they pointed out in Munsey’s Magazine, bicycles are not toys. There are people in the modern world, just as there were in the past, who are willing to face real danger to assert their right to bike. A lot of them are women and girls. Here are just two of many examples.

A New York Times Article from 2016 talks about how the right of women to ride bikes in public in Gaza has been under attack in recent years, even though it had managed to attain normalcy for a few decades in the past. Political regime change and patriarchal agendas seem to have their hands on those cultural handlebars. And in Iran, the Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has placed a ban on women riding bikes. This 2016 article from the UK Telegraph details some grassroots activism Iranian lady cyclists have engaged in. Same story as the suffrage era. The cultural assertion is that good girls don’t go out and about on their own. They don’t even want to. But in the modern era of technology, women and girls are able to challenge this narrative. One woman quoted in the Telegraph article says,

“[after discussing how she has been heckled and threatened by men while riding]…I do not worry nor have any fears, as I am sure the prohibition of biking for women will be lifted in coming years. On that day, I will be proud that I did resist the oppression, as I believe those who oppress us are wrong.”

My blog usually includes something about women writers. I am including a list of books by women and men about the importance of cycling in women’s history (herstory). One of these books was written by the American suffrage and temperance activist, Frances Willard. She writes autobiographically about the heartbreak she felt as a young girl when she was no longer allowed to go out and play, rough and tumble, with the boys. Instead,

“the hampering long skirts were brought, with their accompanying corset and high heels; my hair was clubbed up with pins, and I remember writing in my journal, in the first heartbreak of a young human colt taken from its pleasant pasture, ‘Altogether, I recognize that my occupation is gone.’”

But, Frances got her occupation back, and a set of wheels along with it. Her book, entitled, “Wheel within a Wheel,” talks about the enmeshment of her experiences of cycling and broader aspects of liberation. First published in 1895, it is available in modern reprints.

So, do you have a bike rattling around somewhere, just begging to shake your bones? Maybe it’s even one that you bought for your teen. Or, you may want to go out and find a bike that is just right for you. Modern technology continues to make bikes more comfortable, with designs for unisex, women, and men and other components built to specialize on paved roads, trails, or mountainsides. Recumbent bikes and trikes also give more cycling options to people with limited mobility.

Included below is a book written for new women bikers. As one of your ranks, I suggest a little research before you get started. It could be the difference between a good experience that you want to repeat (been there) or a literal ass-busting torture session (been there, too). So, google some stuff. No need to reinvent the velocipede wheel.

My cheat sheet is as follows:

Assess your life and think about what kind of riding you would like to do, and what kind of riding is easiest for you to do. Where do you live? Can you commute to work or shops (or halfway, and take public transport the rest)? Are you close to recreational trails or bike paths? Are you absolutely nuts, and ready to charge right into your first triathlon? Props! I’ll be right behind you. Actually, I’ll be way, WAY behind you.

Once you know your goals, you can research the type of bike that is designed to help you meet them.

Look for state and local bicycling groups. In Maine, we have a state coalition that gives us organized rides and lots of support. We also have a once yearly bike sale where used bikes of good quality are bought and sold. When I went through this process, I researched the kind of bike I wanted and then found the exact thing at this sale. Therefore, I got a used but well-maintained bike for less than a third of its original market value. Especially when you are just beginning, it’s probably best to start cheap if you can. But if you get a used bike, take some of your savings and invest in a tune-up from your local bike shop (LBS). You may want to upgrade components, as well, like the type of seat. If you want to train in a structured way, your LBS can put on a cheap odometer. Rear-view mirrors and head/tail lights are also safety options for road riding. Do as much or as little as you like (though a helmet must be a non-negotiable, and will be required for organized rides). The important thing is to get out there!

This National Bike Month, I hope this information has inspired you. As the suffragettes used to say, “deeds, not words.” Let’s ride!

Books (with amazon links):

Around the World on Two Wheels: One Woman, One Bicycle, One Unforgettable Journey (Annie Londonderry’s World Ride): Peter Zheutlin, Citadel Press

A Wheel Within A Wheel, by Frances Willard, 1895

Wheels of Change: How Women Rode the Bicycle to Freedom (With a few flat tires along the way), by Sue Macy, National Geographic, Reprint 2017

Our Bodies, Our Bikes, by Elly Blue, Microcosm Publishing, 2015

Every Woman’s Guide to Cycling, by Selene Yeager, Penguin

Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Writer and Activist (for Women’s History Month)

It’s important to remember that women haven’t always been encouraged to write. Or read. Or leave the house. As evidenced by this patronizing pencil ad. This kind of copy could only be authored by A.B. Dick.

March is Women’s History Month, and it’s a good time to remember this very important point. Use it or lose it, ladies. In this case “it” would be your creative potential, as well as your right to determine how it is used (dare I say, reproductive rights?!)

For Women’s History Month, I wanted to honor at least one literary lady. I therefore chose one of my favorites. As a niece of Harriet Beecher Stowe (the famed author of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”), Charlotte was well aware that the written word could be a catalyst for social change. Her own mother didn’t believe in such frivolities. As a hard working single mom, she forbade her kids to write fiction. But Charlotte struck out on her own.

A noted writer and women’s rights activist from the period around the 1900s, Gilman is best known for her women’s studies classic short story, The Yellow Wallpaper, which fictionalizes her experience of post partum depression. But her interest in justice was multi-faceted.

To me, this story is basically a suspenseful horror tale. It is a slow simmer and a very enjoyable read. But as my knowledge of Gilman’s work deepened over time, I started to admire her mostly as an activist. She was an independent publisher as well as a writer. She was a controversial yet respected lecturer on women’s rights.

It is a little known fact that, like many feminists of her time, she was concerned with the rights of non-human females as well. Perhaps this is because women in this country were still much closer to the times when they were legally and socially considered chattel, and more like non-humans in status than human men, in many ways.

 

The feminists of the time who were also vegetarian tended to focus on three or four major arguments:

  1. Slaughtering animals and messing with their bits was a violent pursuit, and increased violent tendencies in individuals as well as societies.
  2. Processing animal carcasses and cooking them took women much more time in the kitchen, which they argued could otherwise be spent on their activism.
  3. Plant foods are more affordable and more sustainable, which was actually an economics and environmental based argument for vegetarianism that went back to Plato, and beyond.
  4. Perhaps the least common argument, but one that did exist, was that elevating the condition of all animal life is connected to the elevation of all human life (ethics).

As with many other prominent thinkers from history, Charlotte’s animal rights work has been largely scrubbed from history by our conflicted, defensive culture. But her feminism remains.

Her Suffrage newspaper, the Forerunner, published all sorts of fiction and non-fiction in support of social reforms. She first ran Herland as a serial in that paper. The story gave humorous catharsis to both sexism and speciesism as she told the tale of bumbling white male explorers who found themselves in the realm of a tribe of females who reproduced through parthenogenesis. The women had to evolve in this way after all the men of their community went off to war and disappeared.

A Utopian and satirical work, Gilman’s land of women kept no animals for agriculture because agricultural animals took up land that was needed for plant crops. When asked what they did for milk, one of the women basically said, “we have plenty of milk…our own.”

Gilman was an activist at a time when many feminists recognized the overlapping oppression that also faces animals of other species. In 1903 the American Suffrage women had a conference where animal rights were a special topic of discussion. Yet again, this heritage has been “disappeared” from mainstream feminist consciousness. To read about vegetarianism (also called “food reform”) amongst early feminists, check out the article, “The Awakened Instinct,” by Leah Leneman. This is a British article, but plenty of American women were also food reformers, including Alice Paul.

In the modern era we have the luxury to contemplate our choices in behavior toward other animals, and the impact these have on our own ecosystem as well as personal health. Hopefully we can resurrect some of this history (or should we say, herstory).

Though they were actively denigrated by both men and other women for doing so, we have written records because of brave women writers like Charlotte, from a time when civil rights were very far from a foregone conclusion. Vigilance is always required for these rights to be maintained. That’s what Women’s History Month is all about.

Here is one of many poems that Charlotte wrote about her observations on human treatment of other animals. I also recommend Herland and this brilliant ancestor’s other works.

I should mention that I have an essay going into more depth about Charlotte’s vegetarian writing coming up in the Ashland Creek Press title, “Writing for Animals: a Nonfiction Anthology.” My piece is called, Between the Worlds: Writing Strategies that Bridge the Gap between Self and Other. Keep an eye on this site and my social media for release dates.

Keep on reading and writing, ladies and ghouls!

THE CATTLE TRAIN

Below my window goes the cattle train,
And stands for hours along the river park,
Fear, Cold, Exhaustion, Hunger, Thirst and
Pain;
Dumb brutes we call them – Hark!
The bleat of frightened mother -calling young,
Deep-throated agony, shrill frantic cries,
Hoarse murmur of the thirst-distended tongue
Up to my window rise.
Bleak lies the shore to northern wind and sleet,
In open-slatted cars they stand and freeeze
Beside the broad blue river in the heat
All waterless go these.
Hot, fevered, frightened, trampled, bruised
and torn;
Frozen to death before the ax descends;
We kill these weary creatures; sore and worn,
And eat them– with our friends.

-Charlotte Perkins Gilman-

 

Women know horror (unfortunately)

When International Women in Horror Month comes around each February, the biases against women in the genre get aired out. This is a good thing. As infuriating as it is to confront the fact that bullshit still exists, it has to be exposed in order to heal. I’m thinking of a band-aid getting removed so the putrid wound beneath can get scabbed over. The idea that women cannot contribute to the horror genre definitely needs a nice, thick scab. Remember, try not to pick at it.

Now that I’ve ruined your next meal, allow me to elaborate. A resounding stereotype about women’s inclusion in the genre is that women aren’t violent enough to write horror. I’d kind of like to take this as a compliment. But to say women can’t write scary stuff because fewer of us are actual rapists and murderers (to paraphrase the old argument), is a misrepresentation of the genre and, if I may say so, quite insulting to male writers in the genre (as well as men in general). I mean, does anyone seriously believe that male horror writers are good at what they do because they are actual monsters? If they do, I’m surprised Stephen King and Clive Barker aren’t being hauled around in cages. Although, that may explain some odd-looking live cargo I saw at Bangor International Airport, a while back. Hmmm.

Anyhow, I sincerely hope and earnestly believe that most writers of horror, regardless of gender or sexual identity, are not writing about their own proclivity toward violence. Rather, horror writing gives us the space in which to talk about and understand the violence, predation, and injustices that we have observed or experienced in the world. Horror writers are some of the most adept artists around when it comes to peering into the dark mirror of avarice, greed, domination, guile, and emotional cruelty. They (we) most often do so not to revel in these attributes but to expose them. To call them out. To challenge them. Believe me, many women have experienced enough horror in the world around them to enable them to write some kickass material. A woman is raped in the United States about every nine seconds. A woman is beaten by her spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend about every fifteen seconds. Domestic violence affects a quarter of relationships in this country, both in heterosexual and LGBTQ communities. That’s just in the good ole’ US of A. That is some genuinely scary shit.

If you look at those numbers then every single one of us, whether man or woman (cis-gender or trans) knows someone who has experienced violence even if we haven’t ourselves. This is just one example of the horror we all have a need to expose, confront, and do art about. There is also racial injustice, socio-economic injustice, political and religious injustice–I could go on and on. For myself, the human domination of other animals and the ecosystem are also frequent topics for a horror story. I definitely don’t write about this stuff to revel in my love of carnage. Just the opposite, in fact. I often do it to try and purge some of the ugliness I can’t un-see, or to try and make a difference by communicating why I think we should all be disturbed by certain beliefs and actions.

When actors take on a role, they do not become the character. Not forever, at least. I don’t care how “method” they are. If they do go off the rails and lose their grip on their own reality, they won’t be in the arts (or on the streets) for very long. If this were an epidemic, we’d know it. But such things are barely even a blip on the tabloid radar. Same goes for writers. We write about situations and contexts from a distance. I think this is the case even when the work is partially autobiographical. Because I write a story about a woman and her mother, it doesn’t mean I am writing about me and my mother. Get it? When I write a story about a vengeful female spirit who routinely rips the heads off unsuspecting men, it does not mean I actually have a pile of craniums in my basement. They’re in the garage. Just kidding. It’s fiction, people. By the way, that story, “Catharine Hill,” is coming out in the Grinning Skull Press/Maine Horror Writers anthology, “Northern Frights,” in Spring 2017.

To say women are ill-equipped to write about horror is laughable. The real question is, can readers handle what women writers have to say about their take on violence, domination, and predation? Is there something about women’s words on this subject material that is turning readers off? What readers? Hetero-normative, white men? Other women, who are uncomfortable with being confronted by this material when it’s so close to home? I don’t know the answer. Just speculating. But to get to the real answers, we need more women writing in the genre, and being widely published and read. Not fewer.

When I say “women,” I mean a diverse spectrum of women in terms of race, class, religion, socio-economic status, sexual and gender identity, so on. So far, only those of us close to the center of cultural privilege (white, upper-class, heterosexual or cis-gender, etc.) are really making a dent. To keep track of our progress in literature and publishing, a great site is VIDA (women in literary arts), which tracks not only “women,” but intersectionality like race, religion, culture, sexual orientation, disability, etc. in the demographics of published women authors. Interesting stuff.

Back to the horror genre as what I believe is a powerful culturally trans-formative tool. “Creature horror” (monsters preying on humans) is a perfect story vehicle for teaching lessons about violence and oppression. When you think about it, the foundation of horror is nearly always “the golden rule.” How would you like to be treated, if you were in this situation? What does it feel like to be a helpless prey animal, pursued by someone or something stronger and faster than you, that sees you as a mindless and valueless piece of meat? What would it be like to be bred as a farm animal, or experimented on in a mad doctor’s lab? These are the questions horror and sci-fi writers routinely ask. They are important ones.

So, as we celebrate Women in Horror month, let’s scab the nasty old stereotype over, once and for all–until that dumbass bias gets brown and crusty and drops the hell off. Both women and men are fully equipped to write some scary shit. And that doesn’t mean we’re actual psychopaths. Seriously. Just don’t look in my garage.

Peace (and pieces)!

LJL

A scary time for women (but this time, in a good way): Women in Horror Month

So, yeah. The current social and political climate is a bit scary, for us girls. Yes, we rocked the pussy march. But when it comes to safety on the streets and control over our uterus, none of us are quite sure where we stand. Fortunately in February, there is a way cooler reason that things get scary.

(pictured, Maila Nurmi as Vampira, Yvonne De Carlo as Lily Munster,  Elsa Lanchester as the Bride of Frankenstein, and Carolyn Jones as Morticia Addams)

February is international Women in Horror Month (WiHM). This is a time for our community of creators and fans to celebrate the work of women in this set of genres. I plan to roll out a few things over the course of the month. One, this introduction to the WiHM happenings. Two, some more information about women in the literary arts (horror and beyond). Three, a couple of historical profiles about women who have contributed to horror genres.

For today, let’s just get a handle on this thing called WiHM. Here’s some information from the 501c3 that supports the thing:

Women in Horror Month (WiHM) is an international, grassroots initiative, which encourages supporters to learn about and showcase the underrepresented work of women in the horror industries. Whether they are on the screen, behind the scenes, or contributing in their other various artistic ways, it is clear that women love, appreciate, and contribute to the horror genre.

WiHM celebrates these contributions to horror throughout the year via the official WiHM blog, Ax Wound, The Ax Wound Film Festival, and with the official WiHM event/project database in February. This database, in conjunction with the WiHM social media fan base, actively promotes do-it-yourself annual film screenings, blogs/articles, podcasts, and any other form of creative media with the ultimate goal of helping works by and featuring women reach a wider audience.

*Fun fact: “ax wound” is a sexist, slang term for the vagina that has been reclaimed by WiHM in this endeavor. I also co-opted the term in my poem, “Ten ways to play the woman card,” which is up at Rat’s Ass Review. 

This inclusive and positive movement is open to everyone, just as we believe the horror genre should be.

(click on the logo to go to the WiHM site)

So, keep an eye out for WiHM posts on your fave writing blogs or websites. For instance, the New England Horror Writers group will be featuring women members on their blog all month, as they do every year. I didn’t jump in line for that, since I’ve been frantically editing a couple of projects. But my sisters in that group are doing some kickass work, and I highly recommend getting to know them through those blogs.

So, hang in there. If it has to be scary, let’s try to make it the good kind. Celebrate those fierce, feisty, not-taking-shit women. We need them now, more than ever.

Remember, Ladies, don’t be afraid to show your teeth.

At this point in my life, I am mostly an interior darkling. In my busy life, the idea of spending a lot of time on any type of visual aesthetic is completely foreign to me. Yet, in my heart, I will always be what may most closely be classed as a variety of Romantigoth. If only I had known that there were others like me when this tendency was at its peak (my adolescence)!

Poetry, Music, Art, Darkness, Spirituality, Beauty, Creativity…yeah. When I was in high school I went through a fervent Romantigoth period, wearing vintage Victorian clothes, bustles, hoops, authentic granny boots, and the like. I shopped at antique stores and flea markets the way my classmates did at the mall. I begged my mother to help me make vintage dresses and bustles, from patterns. I had a collection of riding hats. I repeat…riding hats. Of course, this was before the internet, so I didn’t know I was a Romantigoth. I intuitively went that direction on my own. Painfully socially awkward, I spent my time alone, likely reading a Bronte novel and ignoring the other kids.

As a child of domestic violence and sexual abuse, never making the normal types of friendships, I had always been bullied. By high school, I saw most of my peers more as hostile forms of alien life, so my look was probably as much a buffer to keep them at a distance as anything. Again, probably due to my context, I longed desperately to exist in another time and place. I fervently believed that, in that “simpler time,” everything would be okay and I would fit in. I don’t mean to imply that these are the motivations of others with Gothic leanings, but merely mine.

The Romantigoth part of me is now just a deeply inherent, yet not overwhelming, aspect of my identity. Once dressed to the nines in period clothes, I now but rarely even wear a skirt!  But as you can see, my love of the culture is very real.

One of the hallmarks of a Romantigoth is love of poetry. Mind you, I enjoy a deliberately “bad,” playful verse as much as I do the classics. But today I want to highlight the veg leanings of some of the old masters.

Percy Bysshe Shelley was a philosopher, a “radical,” and an environmental activist before he discovered vegetarianism in 1813. One of his most ardent biographers was Henry S Salt, who was also a prolific author on vegetarianism, animal rights, and other types of social reform. A website on Salt that references his work on Shelley is here.

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Wow, this is my first foray into working with WordPress. Please be patient with me. I am Leslie J Linder, author. My paranormal horror book, “Revenant: Blood Justice,” is due out in May through Black Rose Writing. I also write an ongoing column about women and animals for SageWoman Magazine, entitled, “Child of Artemis.” My blog that is related to that project, “Ahimsa Grove,” is available at the link provided. For now, please be patient with my learning curve on this site. I look forward to meeting more like-minded wanderers through this hub.

 

Ahimsa Grove: http://witchesandpagans.com/pagan-culture-blogs/ahimsa-grove.html

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