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James and her success. Cornerstone Digital. Berkley, CA: Cleis Press. I think there is something subversive in saying: This is the man or woman with whom I want to stake everything. This is why I was never able to do so-called one-night stands. It has to at least have a perspective of eternity.
James is still enjoying a very advanced spot on site. The latter, however, is not sufficient to explain why the controversial book, unlike many erotic novels before, proved to be such a huge hit. Hundreds of articles have been written about the book speculating on the secret of its success, but few rigorous academic efforts have been undertaken to extricate the trilogy from the annals of journalism to the more discerning efforts of academia.
The resultant pastiche borders on the highly improbable, but fan readers are willing to suspend disbelief in return for the transgressive fantasy afforded by these books. The trilogy is at once old and new. The unfamiliar, sordid world of dungeons and bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism BDSM was brought to bear upon the life of a character most young women could relate to the lonely, undecided, career woman of chick-lit who had graduated from romance novels.
The money and power elements only added to the edgy fantasy. Within the culture industry of today, it would be reductionist to claim that these books interpellate readers—especially female ones—to occupy certain subject positions without allowing for their agency to influence such interpellations.
Even more important is the attempt to reduce the trilogy to a simple linearity of cause and effect. Similar to many other phenomena, they are very complex constructs that should be seen as a point of convergence between a litany of cultural, social, sexual, economic, and political discursive practices that reveal more about the social subjects that read them than they do about the books themselves.
It is the combination of these elements that created a winning formula and, I suspect, had any of the elements that follow been lacking, the books would not have enjoyed such a great success. Beginning with psychoanalysis, it is crucial that these novels be approached as a form of transgressive fantasy rather than a wish-list for the modern-day woman.
Fantasy functions as a space in which we are afforded the opportunity to act out all of those transgressive desires and dreams we have had to renounce to engage in a social contract with others. Contrary to the perceived notion that in a fantasy we are imagining an ego- ideal or a vision of the self as one wishes the others to see us: For example, fantasising about being famous and powerful is at its heart a desire to arouse envy and jealousy and wield power over others rather than a narrative about a more well-known, beautiful, wonderful and coherent self.
A more accurate rendering of this relationship would be to see the books as representative of a fantasy that can be enjoyed from a safe distance similar to the experience of enjoying the violence and sexual transgression of a film from a masochistic subject position, submitting to another book, character, or film while ensuring it does not hurt us.
On one level the books act as a fantasy that interpellates a willing participant in a Deleuzian masochistic aesthetic. Ana may have surrendered all her power to Christian in the trilogy but this is not very different from the dynamics of a masochistic relationship. It is important to note here that, according to Gilles Deleuze , sadomasochism is a linguistic anomaly that misrepresents the reality of the relationship between torturer and tortured.
The first book of the trilogy was originally conceived by James as fan fiction of the vampire Twilight series Bennett-Smith Residing outside the canonical world of fiction, the books were more of an exercise in a self-reflexive take on the niches and gaps James felt were left unfilled by the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer The attempt to fill that void thus should not be seen within the constraints of traditional works of fiction but rather as an aesthetic commentary that combines, in the forms of a pastiche, elements of sexual, material, and emotional excesses similar to any fantasy.
The trilogy is to fiction what surrealism was to Victorian art. It is an anti-novel—a novel that dispenses with the traditional elements of novels—precisely because it was conceived as a fan fiction novel. The scopophilia of fan faction reflects the general fasciations with the sexual life of celebrities be they fictional or real.
Christian makes Ana strip for him, and then they make such sweet love that Ana professes her IRL love for him during the act. I touch him—sticking to the boundaries—his arms, his hair, his lower back, his beautiful behind—and my breathing accelerates as his steady rhythm pushes me higher and higher.
He's kissing my mouth, my chin, my jaw, then nibbling my ear. I can hear his staccato breaths with each gentle thrust of his body. My body starts to quiver. This feeling that I now know so well I am close Ana,' he murmurs, and his words are my undoing.
Christian is still worried it's too soon, so they settle things the old fashioned way, with a game of pool.
Christian ends up winning and they have sex on the pool table. I hear his groan of pure pleasure, and it stirs my soul. He grasps my hips firmly, eases out of me again, and this time slams back into me, causing me to cry out.
He stills for a moment. I'm fine. Lose yourself When will you accept that? He groans and starts to move, really move.
And I surrender myself to his relentless rhythm, savoring each push and pull, his ragged breathing, his need for me reflecting mine. It makes me feel powerful, strong, desired and loved—loved by this captivating, complicated man, whom I love in return with all my heart.
He pushes harder and harder, his breathing ragged, losing himself in me as I lose myself in him. And when Christian and Ana can't sleep, they sometimes play on a piano, which is exactly what happens the time Ana wakes up and goes looking for Christian.
I know what he's going to do, and the anticipation I groan loudly as he kisses the inside of my knee, then kisses, and sucks, and nips his way higher up my leg to my thigh. The soft satin of my nightgown rises higher, skimming over my sensitized skin, as he pushes the fabric. I flex my feet and the chords sound again. Closing my eyes, I surrender myself to him as his mouth reaches the apex of my thighs. It's about as vulnerable as we see him get.
I lean forward and steady myself with my hands on his chest. And he calls out, his cry almost a sob, and he thrusts deep inside me. He does, however, bring one of the toys out of the playroom and into the bedroom—a spreader bar. Because I can't close my legs, or move, it's intense, really intense. My back arches as I try to absorb the sensations. I gape at the people in front of us, staring at the backs of their heads. They have no idea what we're up to.
Wrapping his free arm around my waist, Christian pulls me to him, holding me in place as his fingers explore. Holy fucking shit The elevator travels smoothly down, stopping at the fifty-third floor to let some more people on, but I am not paying attention.
I am focused on every little move his fingers make. Circling around Oh, this is so quick, but after all his tantalizing teasing, I want him badly—right now.
He gazes down at me as he rolls on the condom, then puts his hands under my thighs, spreading my legs wider.