Showing posts with label de Sade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label de Sade. Show all posts

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Review of 120 Days of Sodom by de Sade

Review of 120 Days of Sodom by de Sade


No question should be raised whence I derive my silly penname. In honor of that most unvirtuous author, I wanted to review a bit of the cad’s written work here. His 120 Days of Sodom is a fun piece with which to start.
I have in my hands now the 2008 English translation by James Hovoc. (I shall review some of Havoc’s wild work in another review.) Alas, since I suck at French, this is as close as I can get to the Master’s original manuscripts. But I trust in Havoc and this newest translation is by far the best translation any English speaker could hope to find.
I’ve read most everything one can by and on de Sade in English and I never cease to tire of either him or his work. Most friends and colleagues I known simply can’t handle him though. Even those who are into the swinging scene, BDSM, cuckoldry, or whatever, are turned off by his writings. Perhaps I hang out with boring people. It seems that even when we puritan Americans attempt to do the edgy thing, we are only really fooling ourselves? Forsooth, if you value equality in sexual “play” than de Sade is not for you. However, if you can dial down those liberal democratic values hammered into you since preschool, de Sade is a healthy escape.
For example, a quick excerpt:
“Durcet had Augustine shit in his mouth, and the Bishop made Fanny suck the tip of his throbbing cock while she spread her buttocks and dropped a turd down his throat. Its flavor drove him to a violent orgasm, and as he sprayed his cock-juice over her gums he also mangled her flanks between his clenched fists; but as much as he wished to see her punished further, he could find no grounds to sentence her. Such was the Bishop’s mercurial nature; no sooner had he come inside his pleasure-object, than he wished to see it dashed to the Devil. Everyone knew of his vicious temperament, and the young girls, the wives and the young boys all dreaded nothing so much as being the recipient of his lust and loathing.”
Beautiful prose, eh?

Ass-Worship

Like all good writers de Sade is able to expand the meaning of some words that we take for granted. The word sodomy from that stupid tale in Christian and Jewish mythology (Genesis 19:4) is a great example. Not only does sodomy mean a man inserting a turgid cock into an asshole, male or female, but it also means all things having to do with the utter worship of the buttocks over all other parts of the body (especially the vagina), including what comes out of it.
Thus, coprophagia (the eating of poo-poo) or scatology (the obsessive playing with shit) is as much a part of sodomy as is traditional buggery. For the characters in this book, any other sexual excess serves at best as side dishes to the main course of limitless ass-worship.

Plot

Just a whole lot of butt-fuckery which increases in amount, variance, artfulness, sadism, and satire: the book’s plotline is subdivided into a pre-story introduction called “The Masterplan”, followed by the four months, each as a part, and then ending with “The Aftermath.” The most interesting element of the 120 days that really has something of a story happens in the First Month. Here we have a running narrative of one girl’s corruption over an entire lifetime. From a storytelling perspective this is where de Sade really excels and keeps the book moving forward. Learning about how the French girl is slowly molested at a preteen age by the monkhood, later encouraged to join a brothel, then becomes proprietress of the establishment after poisoning her employer all make for great reading!
The second to third months are not fleshed out in anywhere the same amount of detail as the first month. I’m not sure if this is because de Sade became bored with his own story or because he just didn’t have time to fill in the last bits. If one reads his Juliette, then you will know that it is probably not the former.

Philosophy

I have yet to read the Leo Straussian tome on de Sade. Most accounts on de Sade as a philosopher I find are a bit boring to say the least. This is because most writers on de Sade take out all the fun vocab. One can’t talk about de Sade as the philosopher and also eschew diction/expressions like “cock-wanker”, “fuck my eyes”, “catamite”, “cock-beating”, “semen-splashing mania”, “smegma”, “scatology”, “libidinal fury”, “tight-ringed asshole”, “shit-befouled haunches”, and on and on. In short, I always like to argue that how de Sade says what he says is as important as what he says.
The following will be a longish quotation, but it serves as a great example of how de Sade’s philosophy mixes freely with his potty mouth:
“‘That notion does not conform to the libertine viewpoint,’ opined Durcet. ‘For how can you be happy if you are constantly able to satisfy yourself? It is not in the consummation of desire that happiness exists, but in the desire itself, in the destruction of all obstacles that stand in the way of that desire. Whereas here, one only has to make a wish, and it is granted. I swear to you,’ he continued, ‘that since my arrival here my cock has not exploded once because of the fuck-toys I find about me in the château. No; every time I have discharged it has been because of what is not here, what is absent from this place. And so it is that, according to my belief, there is one essential element lacking to our happiness. It is the pleasure of comparison, the pleasure one derives from seeing wretched, normal men; here, one sees none at all. It is the sight of one who does not in the least enjoy what we enjoy—and who suffers because of it—that affords us the pleasure of being able to say: “I am therefore happier than he.” Wherever all men are found equal, and where differences do not exist, true happiness shall not exist either. It is the example of the man who only truly appreciates good health after a lengthy bout of illness.’”
The above quotation has this blending of moral philosophy and scandalous language that I and, I’m sure, many other readers have found eminently enchanting over the past three-hundred years. A shorter quotation that illustrates the same point is as follows:
“[A]ny relief given to misfortune, any gesture that lightens the burden of the oppressed, is a heinous crime against the natural state of things…only the crushing of the poor and needy is worthy of a hard-on.”
Or, perhaps try this other short quotation:
“It’s ridiculous to think one owes anything to one’s mother. For what would such gratitude be based upon? Are we to be thankful that she allowed some lout to fire his seed into her cunt?”
Naturally, the above examples crack me up. But they also make great prompts for a Socratic discussion. Give it a whirl in your next Anglo-American analytic philosophy class…ha!

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Indeed, read de Sade’s work. This particular book is a fun one with which to begin. Cannot recommend it enough.
Love, -Virginia de Sade
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Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Infinity Linga 3

The Infinity Linga, Part 3

This is an except from the third installment in this story in the Erotic Sci-Fi Tales of Yore series.



Emperor Zaphine was struck with an intense desire by what Eirissi had told him. Like many people of neon green Lü blood, the Emperor had never visited Himfeltalt’s solar systems. The erection under the Emperor’s space robes began to pitch a tent. Unable to hold back the mounting lust agitated by the sonorous pussy fart melodies of the Murmuring Yoni, Emperor Zaphine brandished his imperial cock from underneath his robes for the young Eirissi to see. The royal space penis stood mightily in the cool morning air of planet Yüfji in his hosts’ garden.
Eirissi, too, became mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of her.
But before Eirissi could maneuver herself nearer the Emperor, so that he may do with her as his imperial prerogative may have wished, the Emperor shot a load of sticky, Lü cum across the garden. The quif music was so intoxicating that Emperor Zaphine needed no hand upon his erection to make it explode in joyful lust.
Eirissi whipped away some of the royal cum that had spattered her person. She apologized for not being quicker to take care of the Emperor needs as an acolyte of Lord Rahh. She asked if the Emperor wished to relax, for he looked dangerously drained of energy now.
“My daughter,” replied Emperor Zaphine, “my fatigue is so well recompensed by the wonderful things you have shown me, that I do not feel it in the least. Let me see the Golden Water, for I am impatient to see and admire afterward the Infinity Linga as well.”
Eirissi brought the Emperor to the brim of the fountain and let him splash his hands in the Golden Water.
After tasting some of the Golden Water, Emperor Zaphine commented, “As you tell me, daughter, that this water has no spring or communication, I conclude that it is foreign, as well as the Murmuring Yoni.”
“Sir,” replied Eirissi, “it is as your majesty conjectures; and to let you know that this water has no communication with any spring, I must inform you that the basin is one entire space marble, so that the Golden Water cannot come in at the sides or underneath. But what your majesty will think most wonderful is that all this Golden Water proceeded but from one small flask, emptied into this basin, which increased to the quantity you see, by a property peculiar to itself, and formed this yellow fountain.”
“Well,” said the Emperor, going from the fountain, “this is enough for one time. I promise myself the pleasure to come and visit it often and shower myself with Golden Water; but now let us go and see the Infinity Linga.”
As they moved toward the shrine to Lord Rahh, the Emperor perceived a prodigious number of space purÿms, galactic tãlmitters, black-hole čozhchevites, and interstellar lœwquaks flying about the altar. He asked why so many rare space birds seemed keen to visit her garden.
“The reason, sir,” answered Erissi, “is because they come from all parts to accompany the song of the Infinity Linga, which your majesty may see on the altar to Lord Rahh we are approaching; and if you attend, you will perceive that his notes are sweeter than those of any of the other space birds, even sweeter than the majestic pussy farts of the Murmuring Yoni, which just caused his imperial highness to ejaculate on my face.”
Now in front of Lord Rahh’s shrine, the Infinity Linga stopped his singing, causing all the other space birds to stop as well.
Eirissi said, “The Emperor is welcome; Lord Rahh prosper him and prolong his life!”
Emperor bowed and then sat into front of the shrine to Lord Rahh, upon which the Infinity Linga sat, gazing down with his single one eye upon the couple.
“Infinity Linga, greatest and most ribald of all the cocks of the Triangulum Galaxy, I thank you, and am overjoyed to find in you the sultan and king of these space birds, this Golden Water, and those enchanting quif-making Murmuring Yoni.”
The special lunch prepared for the Emperor was then brought out to the garden in from of the altar so that he may enjoy his meal in front of the Infinity Linga
As soon as Emperor Zaphine saw the dish of sausages, he could tell that they had been cooked by a professional. They looked highly appetizing. The Emperor reached out his hand and took one. When he cut it open, however, he was surprised to see white cum spilling out onto his plate where he expected to find neon-green blood of the normal space blutwurst.
“What novelty is this?” said the Emperor; “and with what design were these sausages stuffed thus with pearly white cum, since cum are not to be eaten without first sucking someone off?”


Love and love and lusting buggery!
-Virginia de Sade