Fiona Snyckers
Fiona Snyckers

Policing women’s erotic choices

Sex sells.

This is not breaking news. From medieval monks doodling erotic drawings in the margins of their illuminated manuscripts to naughty Victorians printing salacious postcards, the urge to celebrate sex in art and literature is nothing new.

It is also not new for women to want a slice of the erotic market for themselves. Mills & Boon has built a massively successful empire out of selling soft-focus porn, appropriately framed in an indispensable romantic narrative, to women readers of all ages. But still, the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon remains unprecedented. Not only has it smashed records for its publisher, but it’s had women pressing the paperback onto each other with the guarantee that “this will change your life”.

Those not swept up in the frenzy reacted with a certain bemusement. After all, it’s not as though S&M porn has been in any way inaccessible up to now. There must be enough S&M fiction on the internet to keep the most hardened enthusiast reading until the end of time. The appeal of the “50 Shades” series must therefore lie somewhere else. Just as with Mills & Boon, it may well lie in that framing romantic narrative, rather than the sex itself. Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele end up happily married and having kids, and the trilogy is as much about their emotional relationship as it is about their kinky bedroom antics.

Never ones to let the grass grow under their feet, Mills & Boon have launched their own “12 Shades” series about couples who are into a little light bondage and discipline. The name is so clearly an echo of “50 Shades” that one can imagine EL James investigating her legal options right about now.

For a while in the 1980s and 1990s, women’s romantic fiction was all about equality and right-on feminism. The hero and heroine were quite likely to be colleagues – possibly in their early 30s, and most certainly not virgins – who battled each other in the boardroom and made up in the bedroom. These equality narratives quickly fell out of favour and the noughties were marked by a return to dominant-male, submissive-female narratives.

The hero was most likely to be an Arab sheikh or Sicilian billionaire, at least 10 years older than the virgin-ingénue heroine who finally tames him. The sex scenes skirted very close to rape fantasies and were certainly not a meeting of equals.

The “50 Shades” trilogy can be seen as the natural extension of this trend. Christian Grey dominates Ana Steele in daily life as well as in the bedroom. He kicks up a huge fuss about her using her maiden name professionally, and forces her to have an elective Caesarean section with their second child. She makes a show of resisting him but ultimately acquiesces.

Unsurprisingly, the “50 Shades” trilogy has been regarded as deeply dubious by feminist commentators. It’s also been slated as appalling rubbish by literary critics. In fact, so much handwringing has ensued about what “50 Shades” really means and what it says about the modern woman, that one is forced to wonder why pornography for men is not subjected to the same microscopic examination.

Yes, there has been much written about the porn industry, but in general there is a large-minded acceptance that men are visual creatures who need access to titillation and after all what harm does it do? No one criticises porn for being “poorly written” or not “literary” enough. It is what it is, and should not be subjected to unreasonable expectations. Erotica for women, on the other hand, seems to generate real anxiety among the chattering classes.

There is something paternalistic about the notion that women’s erotica must be “well-written” or “send the right message” to women. The implication is that it is necessary to police women’s sexual fantasies as well as every other aspect of their behaviour. It would certainly be refreshing to see erotica for women permitted to flourish without the wagging finger of Big Brother — or indeed Big Sister.

Erotic fiction is nowhere near over as a trend. Publishers remain hungry for stories that cash in on the market unexpectedly opened up by EL James. South African publishers are no exception. Rumour has it that Random House Struik has an exciting new release pending next year called Folly. It will be a witty bondage and discipline novel that tickles women’s funny bones as much as other areas of their anatomy. The publishers are keeping mum on who the author is except to say that she is already well-known on the South African literary scene. Here is a sneak peak at the cover:

It sounds like something to look forward to.

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    • Fathia Balogun

      Celebrating sex in all it’s ramifications has been on the increase not only in South Africa but globally. Everybody wants to show or express that once “sacred” part of human life. The music and entertainment industry has been taking the lead for several years and now there is no doubt that more and more book and publishing industries have carved out a huge niche for themselves in this area.

    • Michael Liermann

      Literary erotica is mostly written for a female audience, and – as I am assured by a number of writers – a whole lot of the works out there are actually written by male novelists under pseudonym (this has been the case since at least the 80s). For several years, a very large chink of the market has been S/M themed, but sales have not been high enough to draw attention from the literary mainstream. This is nothing new.

      Having said that, these books are abysmally written. Anais Nin is turning in her grave, no doubt.

    • george orwell

      I guess the test for “Fifty Shades” is – do I want my 15 year old daughter to read it? Do I want this dreadful power struggle to be her introduction to sexual relationship?

      The message she gets is that Western women accommodate male domination fantasies for the sake of Hollywood love. She must subjugate her own better instincts and desire for individuation and submit to pain and bondage.

      A woman I know who was tied in bondage during a home invasion by gun-wielding men and subjected to rape (bondage and rape have less to do with sex than they have to do with power relations) shudders and says she will avoid this book at all costs.

      Women are free to do what they wish, of course – but they need to be honest with themselves and work out whether they are doing it for themselves or for the hidden “male gaze”. Men like to see women a certain way and good little women cater to that male need.

      “The male gaze” comes at us via adverts, Hollywood, porn and corporate images of what girls/women “should” look like, act like and project – in order to gain male approval.

      Women internalise “the male gaze”. Women are their own worst critics and police each other via bitchy comments about cellulite, fat, shape and obsessive attention to their own superficial physical features.

      Women buying into disembodied porn fantasy / “male gaze” are like turkeys who vote for Christmas.

      It’s a man’s world. Be careful to whom you submit, ladies. Don’t give away your…

    • http://none Lyndall Beddy

      Queen Victoria had one of the largest collections of erotica in the world – including a lot of Eastern drawings – for the private enjoyment of her and Albert. The Royal Family have locked it firmly away!

    • johnbpatson

      I may be a simple South African man but I know a good book about horses when I see one.
      When will this Folly run at Durbs?

    • Jerome

      “There is something paternalistic about the notion that women’s erotica must be “well-written” or “send the right message” to women.”

      I suspect this is a requirement imposed mostly by women. Few men, if any, would care a damn.

      As for myself, my wife is currently ploughing through the whole lot, and I find it rather heavy going. But I’m not complaining.

    • Rory Short

      The reality is that being human beings we are all sexual beings, if not humanity would have died out long ago. But achieving a full expression of our individual sexuality is like achieving a full expression of any of our capabilities. It requires a lot of personal investment and a lot of care for ones partners, it is not as simple as falling off a log