Angela Carter — ”The Bloody Chamber”

An­gela Carter (1940–1992) is one of the bold­est and most ori­ginal post­mod­ern writers. Her work draws on an ec­lectic range of themes and in­flu­ences, from gothic fantasy, tra­di­tional fairy tales, Shakespeare and mu­sic hall, through Sur­real­ism and the cinema of God­ard and Fellini. Carter’s work breaks many long-es­tab­lished ta­boos, es­pe­cially when it comes to fem­in­ism. She makes the wo­men in con­trol of their own nar­rat­ives. Since in fairy tales the fem­in­ine voice was not heard for cen­tur­ies, her stor­ies have been an ori­ginal at­tempt to give the wo­men their voice back for the first time. She nar­rates from dif­fer­ent angles the same story us­ing the fem­in­ine char­ac­ter per­spect­ive to show the mys­ter­ies of the fem­in­ine psyche. 

Books by An­gela Carter. Photo © A Otoiu

Such a story is Bloody Cham­ber that is a re­writ­ing of the fairy tale “Blue­beard”. It uses the first per­son nar­rat­ive, and the per­spect­ive is the girl’s. The girl who gets mar­ried to a rich and older man. 

The story be­gins with her ex­pect­a­tions, pre­par­a­tions for the jour­ney. The text ex­hib­its a high level of in­tim­acy as if it was a di­ary writ­ten by an in­no­cent girl who con­fesses her ex­pect­a­tions, her fears and thoughts about mar­riage and the man who chose her.

She is the main char­ac­ter in the story and all the oth­ers are seen through her eyes: her mother first, the man who has be­come her hus­band, the blind pi­ano-tuner whom he brings to his castle and who would fall in love with her by listen­ing to her play­ing the pi­ano. She is sev­en­teen, an in­no­cent and sens­it­ive girl with love for mu­sic. She is self-con­scious when it comes to her feel­ings and thoughts. She feels the mar­riage changes her: “I was not afraid of him; but of my­self, to think he might have chosen me be­cause in my in­no­cence he sensed a rare tal­ent for corruption”.

Two volumes in which the story ”The Bloody Cham­ber” was pub­lished. Photo © A. Otoiu

The text is full of hints as if she an­ti­cip­ates the end: the red ru­bies choker, his gift to her, the fe­line-like fea­tures he has, the double mean­ing words, the re­pe­ti­tion of the word “soon”. Half of the text is the an­ti­cip­a­tion of the wed­ding night when he would take her vir­gin­ity in a bar­baric way, the sexual ele­ments are ex­tremely rich and se­duct­ive. Her ini­ti­ation into the sex life is done step by step. Everything he does is ritu­al­istic: the dis­rob­ing of bride, the love they make, his gifts and smiles, and the fi­nal gift, giv­ing away the keys to his castle. He is tempt­ing her all the time, play­ing with her. He senses she is curi­ous and there is only cer­tain path she could take,  the path where he leads her to. The other half is an an­ti­cip­a­tion of the murder. This is what he longs for. He had been mar­ried three times be­fore, all wives died and  the bod­ies were never found. In death those wo­men be­come his for ever. Death is the last ini­ti­ation, it is the eternal love. 

Read­ing The Bloody Cham­ber. Photo © A Otoiu

There are a lot of meta­phors: the mir­rors, re­flec­tions that mul­tiply the real­ity, mak­ing a simple act of love-mak­ing, an act of per­ver­sion, the lilies that sym­bol­ize death and also sexu­al­ity. Eros and Thanatos as in the Greek myth­o­logy are linked to­gether. Murder is the ul­ti­mate sexual per­ver­sion. This is what the girl will un­der­stand by en­ter­ing the for­bid­den room, the “Bloody cham­ber”: “Each time I struck a match to light those candles round her bed, it seemed a gar­ment of that in­no­cence of mine for which he had lus­ted fell away for me”. She dis­cov­ers each wife has been murdered in a dif­fer­ent way. It was like he was an artist of death. That fea­ture of his is also an­ti­cip­ated when he talks to her about a paint­ing: ‘Sac­ri­fi­cial Vic­tim”. Her fem­in­ine in­tu­ition will tell her how he in­tends to murder her: by be­head­ing. That choker he gave her was one of the first pre­par­a­tions he made for the ul­ti­mate act. 

In­side ”The Bloogy Cham­ber”. Photo © A. Otoiu

He comes back and she waits for him know­ing there is no es­cap­ing death. But this story has a happy-end be­cause her brave mother would  shoot him dead and she would in­herit his money and castle. 

The fem­in­ist twist of the end is unexpected. 

The story is rich in style and ex­tremely seductive.

Elena Pet­ro­van

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