alpha males – paranormal biotruths and rape culture

Evo-psych is a favorite pet topic of R Scott Bakker and assorted shitlords. It’s the domain of the uneducated who nevertheless believe they are brilliant; evo-psych is popular pseudo-science at its worst, used to justify roughly every form of bigotry you can imagine (and a few you can’t), with special attention paid to misogyny.

Imagine my surprise to discover that it’s also an obsession in the lofty genre of paranormal romance/urban fantasy.

“Don’t you understand? You, your subconscious or whatever wanted a life mate, and you wanted me bad. Something deep inside you wants to be loved, manu. All you have to do is let me.” –Shirin Dubbin, Dream’s Dark Kiss

Apart from being rapist logic, this line of thinking–”your subconscious wanted a life mate”–lines up neatly with the rhetoric and reasoning of real-world misogynistic creeps. (more…)

Warren Ellis goes GRAVELLY it is the rapeytimes

Warren Ellis’ cult hit STRANGE KILLINGS is back with “combat magician” William Gravel’s most gut-wrenching mission yet! Deployed to a steaming Philippine island, Gravel’s assignment is to assassinate an investigative reporter about to expose a chemical weapon lab sanctioned by the British government. But double-crosses and political intrigue have marked Gravel for murder by his S.A.S.? comrades as he realizes that he has been led into a trap by a vengeance-seeking superior. And it only gets worse. There’re zombies: Scores of flesh-ripping, reanimated corpses seeking to shred and devour everyone and everything in their path. If Gravel is able to uncover the shocking truth hidden within the jungle on this island of the dead, can even his otherworldly powers help him escape from a madman, and army of the undead and four squads of heavily armed S.A.S soldiers out for his blood?

Generally, I like Warren Ellis sort of okay. As far as white dudes doing comics go, he’s not one of the very worst. For example, he’s not Mark Millar or Frank Miller. At least, that’s what I thought.

(more…)

POISON STUDY by Maria V Snyder – more like rapeyness study

About to be executed for murder, Yelena is offered a reprieve. She’ll eat the best meals, have rooms in the palace, and risk assassination by anyone trying to kill the Commander of Ixia. And so Yelena chooses to become a food taster. But the chief of security, leaving nothing to chance, deliberately feeds her Butterfly’s Dust, and only by appearing for her daily antidote will she delay an agonizing death from the poison. As Yelena tries to escape her dilemma, disasters keep mounting. Rebels plot to seize Ixia and she develops magical powers she can’t control. Her life’s at stake again and choices must be made. But this time the outcomes aren’t so clear!

I kept getting whiplash, because Yelena Zaltana–heroine of Maria V Snyder’s Study series–keeps making me think of Zanja na’Tarwein, a much better character and one of the protagonists of Laurie J Marks’ far superior Elemental Logic books. They’re dark-skinned, I think, and wear red. But there the similarity ends.

Snyder’s Study series is remarkable in that it’s very thick with the rapeyness, something you don’t go in expecting on account of this being published by Harlequin. Or maybe you should expect it given that imprint, but it’s not a grimdark series and everything about its presentation suggests that it’d be safe enough to read. Most of it isn’t graphically depicted, but there is a heaping fat lot of sexual threat, incidents of rape, and the like.

(more…)

R. Scott Bakker – Neuropath of Misogyny

RAPE TRIGGER WARNING

I come bearing a gift.

By which I mean bearing a curse. What’s this curse? Over 3,000 words of rapefare from that most favored of punching bags, R. Scott Bakker. Specifically it’s from his non-fantasy thing–I’m not sure what genre it falls into other than “mumbo-jumbo”–Neuropath. Now, by and by I’ve come to view Bakker as rather harmless if socially incompetent; his boon companion Peter Watts is a far more loathsome piece of shit (although anecdotes have it that Watts is, in real life, quite socially incompetent as well and that translates to a certain kind of schoolboy pettiness. Now imagine if he, Watts and Pat have a drink together at a con–but never mind, that’s a vile image: so much smug idiocy concentrated in one place!).

Then someone told me about the rapefare in Neuropath.

Here follows a close reading and dissection of about 3,000 words (more than 10 pages in paper!) of rapefare. I was warned it would be disgusting, but after a while I found it merely hilarious. There’s a weird, off-putting tone to this as of a schoolboy dipping a stick into his own fresh excrement, then running at people to wave said stick in their faces. This isn’t edgy, haunting, horrifying. It’s very simply disgusting in the same childish, mindless way and suggests that Bakker perhaps needs to be house-broken. If Chris Priest believes Charles Stross to be an incontinent puppy, then one can only imagine Bakker as a piglet suffering from explosive diarrhea. It rolls around in–well, you know. Obeying its natural instincts, as it were.

(more…)

Mike Carey’s UNWRITTEN – Gary Stu, tiresome Harry Potter allusions, rapeyness this way comes, oh MY!

I’ve had my issues with Mike Carey in the past. Mainly, the way he handles female characters. But he has, at times, been decent: he authored The Furies, a Sandman spinoff that gives maligned and disempowered Hippolyta Hall a chance to stand up and kick ass. Lucifer while severely flawed has its share of pretty good female characters, like Elaine Belloc and Jill Presto, and Lilith was mostly superb until Carey decided to shit all over her.

Imagine my surprise, then, to find that in The Unwritten there’s only really one major female character. Her purpose? Why, to be the protagonist Tom Taylor’s love interest, because what else are women for. Thirty issues or so in, Tom’s nameless, faceless seven ex-girlfriends are fridged to drive him to revenge.

(more…)

LIVING NEXT DOOR TO THE GOD OF LOVE and how my skin crawled off my bones thanks to Justina Robson

Where do you run when a world is out to get you? AIs, Forged beings, superheroes, angels, and worlds that change in the blink of an eyehere is a richly imagined tale of ordinary redemption in an extraordinary world from one of the most provocative writers working today…. Francine is a young runaway looking to find a definition of love she can trust. In Sankhara, she finds a palace where rooms are made of bone, flowers, and the hearts of heroes. She finds a scientist mapping the territory of the human mind. She finds a boyfriend. And she finds Eros itself incarnated in the androgynously irresistible form of Jalaeka. But not everyone is in love with the god of love. Unity, for one, wants to assimilate Jalaeka along with every other soul in the universe. And contrary to what everyone always believes, love alone can’t save the day. It will take something both more and less powerful than the human heart to save the worlds upon worlds at risk when gods collide. 

This book was bad for me.

On one hand, the premise–as outlined above–absolutely sucked me in. Rooms made of bone, flowers, and the hearts of heroes! Androgynes! Multiverses! Wait, what the fuck is Unity?

And what the fuck is this really lengthy rape scene doing here?

Wait a minute. Why are there two lengthy rape scenes?

(more…)

DARK EDGE OF HONOR: manly rapeathon

lol terrible manpain wankfodder

Sergei Stolkov is a faithful officer, though his deepest desires go against the Doctrine. A captain with the invading Coalition forces, he believes that self-sacrifice is the most heroic act and his own needs are only valid if they serve the state.

Mike, an operative planted within Cirokko’s rebels, has been ordered to seduce Sergei and pry from him the Coalition’s military secrets. His mission is a success, but as he captures Sergei’s heart, Mike is tempted by his own charade and falls in love.

When the hostile natives of the planet Cirokko make their move, all seems lost. Can Mike and Sergei survive when the Coalition’s internal affairs division takes an interest in what happened in the dusty mountains of Zasidka Pass…?

Trigger warning: rape. Lots of. 

Skimming Dark Edge of Honor I get the impression that if Aleksandr Voinov or Rhianon Etzweiler ever discovers WH40K they would be writing slash fanfic of it in a hot minute, which by itself would be nothing special. Unfortunately, I also get the impression that they would be writing rapetastic slash where every Space Marine rapes a recruit and every Chaplain rapes a battle-brother and the ten thousand psychics sacrificed to the Emperor every day are, in fact, sent to be ravaged by his rotting cadaverous penis. And possibly the Custodes. Or maybe the Custodes rape the Emperor’s rotting cadaver, I don’t know. And Slaanesh would turn out to have a tender side. While filling Khorne’s every orifice with tentacles to atone for having touched Nurgle inappropriately.

Yeah, this is that kind of book.

(more…)