Checking my stats after the long absence reveals a certain trend in my search hits.
"incestuous rape Flowers in the Attic": This blog discusses the rape scene in Flowers in the Attic: Part Six, which is the secondmost viewed entry on this blog by several hundred hits, surpassed only by the entry on the Andrews estate's court case with the IRS.
"flowers in the attic rape": Yes, same section.
"flowers in the attic chris and cathy make love": Cathy and Chris don't make love in that book. They do in later books, but in the first one, it's straight-up rape.
"flowers in the attic nude": There is a lot of casual nudity scattered around Flowers in the Attic, particularly in the section covered in Part Five. There is no nudity in this blog, unless you count that one picture of Burt Reynolds.
"flowers in the attic sex excerpt": The whole scene? It's not very graphic compared to some of the scenes in say, Petals on the Wind, and it's rather short, and it's, well, a rape scene. There's an earlier scene where Chris and Cathy kiss and make out a little that's probably more satisfying on the sensuality front.
"flowers in the attic porn": I'm sure it exists, although a quick search reveals that, if it's out there, it's surprisingly difficult to locate amid the tons of cheeky articles that describe the book as "softcore porn for preteens." Andrews' own sex scenes tend to be soft focus. You'll have to go to the fanfiction for anything more graphic than that.
At any rate, there's no porn in this blog, and there's no porn in Flowers in the Attic, except for maybe scenery porn. Andrews does love to describe her sets.
In a bit of mood whiplash, however, I'd like to talk about some other search results that really bothered me for a number of reasons.
"was vc andrews raped/was vc andrews molested/vc andrews was an incest victim"
Serious talk about incest and some analysis of Andrews' oeuvre under the cut.
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Thursday, January 2, 2014
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
"Dance, Ballerina, Dance . . . "
I'm still working on the next section of recap, so to fill some time, please welcome Mr. Nat "King" Cole, singing the song Chris quoted to Cathy during their incredibly awkward semi-nude pool-party in Flowers in the Attic!
Fun Fact! This song topped out at #18 on the charts in 1957, the year Flowers in the Attic begins. Now you can imagine twelve-year-old ballet-obsessed Cathy playing this single over and over on her plastic portable record player and driving everyone in the family nuts.
Fun Fact! This song topped out at #18 on the charts in 1957, the year Flowers in the Attic begins. Now you can imagine twelve-year-old ballet-obsessed Cathy playing this single over and over on her plastic portable record player and driving everyone in the family nuts.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I Chase the Wild, Elusive Butterfly of Andrews: a short essay with no immediate application
There is an astonishingly tiny universe of biographical information about V.C. Andrews. A significant proportion seems to be obfuscation disseminated by Andrews herself. For example, she liked to understate her real age even after her biographical information became widely available. As Andrews remained a very youthful-looking woman right up to the end of her life, she could get away with the ruse. There are two apparent origins for this small vanity: one, as told by E.D. Huntley in V.C. Andrews: a Critical Companion* states that young Andrews may have lost some friends when they discovered she was nineteen, rather than sixteen, and that thereafter she always knocked a few years off her age. The other is the notorious People interview that essentially ended all interviews with Andrews. People reported Andrews' age accurately as fifty-six. Andrews, furious, fired off a letter to a fan where she claimed to be "twenty years younger."
I don't call this lying. I call it a small, understandable vanity. God knows she's not the only woman in the world who ever misrepresented her own age. But even with limited insight into Andrews' psyche, one knows that she never did anything for just one reason. Perhaps, feeling that she had lost out on her young adulthood through illness and immobility, she decided to celebrate a second youth once she had the money and power to do so. Perhaps she wanted to be as young and glamorous as the women in her writings, either for emotional reasons or to sell her image to the public. Perhaps she had been understating her age for so long that she really believed she was thirty-six. Whatever her reasons, I personally find this a sweet, sympathetic fib, a deception that harmed no one.
Knowing that the mutability of age that is a prominent theme in Andrews' work, it is hard not to read a direct parallel with the author's life. Cathy sets twenty-six candles into Paul's birthday cake because that is the age she wishes him to be. Vera in My Sweet Audrina changes her age to reflect however she's feeling that day, from sixteen to twenty to thirteen; Audrina herself has no ability to determine the ages of others and must rely on what they choose to tell her, with each individual choosing to remain the age they like best. In Heaven, Kitty, a glamorous thirty-five, is obsessed with looking twenty. And in arguably the most famous example, Heaven's grandmother Jillian literally suffers a complete mental breakdown when confronted with her true age, accompanied with the gripping image of her youth peeling from her face like the layers of an onion. These examples are simply the ones that come to mind immediately; I can think of half a dozen others.
For all the ribbing I give to Andrews' stylistic quirks, the truth as I see it is that that she was a woman who wrote close to her own bones. Because there is such an obvious personal component in her novels, coupled by the lack of concrete information with the woman herself, it is hard not to read too much into the text, if only to satisfy one's curiosity for a woman who deliberately made herself elusive. In this way, Andrews begins to remind me of the shadowy, long-dead mother figures in both the Dollanganger and the Casteel series. (The first) Corrine Foxworth and Leigh Van Voreen hover over both these sagas without physically manifesting**, influencing from beyond the grave the course of the heroines' lives. Both families are haunted by the legacies of these beautiful, dead woman. Somehow, I don't think this interpretation would have displeased Andrews herself.
*Yes, there are critical guides to Andrews' work written by people who are not me.
**Well, Leigh does but we'll get to that later.
I don't call this lying. I call it a small, understandable vanity. God knows she's not the only woman in the world who ever misrepresented her own age. But even with limited insight into Andrews' psyche, one knows that she never did anything for just one reason. Perhaps, feeling that she had lost out on her young adulthood through illness and immobility, she decided to celebrate a second youth once she had the money and power to do so. Perhaps she wanted to be as young and glamorous as the women in her writings, either for emotional reasons or to sell her image to the public. Perhaps she had been understating her age for so long that she really believed she was thirty-six. Whatever her reasons, I personally find this a sweet, sympathetic fib, a deception that harmed no one.
Knowing that the mutability of age that is a prominent theme in Andrews' work, it is hard not to read a direct parallel with the author's life. Cathy sets twenty-six candles into Paul's birthday cake because that is the age she wishes him to be. Vera in My Sweet Audrina changes her age to reflect however she's feeling that day, from sixteen to twenty to thirteen; Audrina herself has no ability to determine the ages of others and must rely on what they choose to tell her, with each individual choosing to remain the age they like best. In Heaven, Kitty, a glamorous thirty-five, is obsessed with looking twenty. And in arguably the most famous example, Heaven's grandmother Jillian literally suffers a complete mental breakdown when confronted with her true age, accompanied with the gripping image of her youth peeling from her face like the layers of an onion. These examples are simply the ones that come to mind immediately; I can think of half a dozen others.
For all the ribbing I give to Andrews' stylistic quirks, the truth as I see it is that that she was a woman who wrote close to her own bones. Because there is such an obvious personal component in her novels, coupled by the lack of concrete information with the woman herself, it is hard not to read too much into the text, if only to satisfy one's curiosity for a woman who deliberately made herself elusive. In this way, Andrews begins to remind me of the shadowy, long-dead mother figures in both the Dollanganger and the Casteel series. (The first) Corrine Foxworth and Leigh Van Voreen hover over both these sagas without physically manifesting**, influencing from beyond the grave the course of the heroines' lives. Both families are haunted by the legacies of these beautiful, dead woman. Somehow, I don't think this interpretation would have displeased Andrews herself.
*Yes, there are critical guides to Andrews' work written by people who are not me.
**Well, Leigh does but we'll get to that later.
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