Severanda y El Jaguar

Este 'post' viene pulsante y feral. Esta vez con el cuento El Jaguar todavía parte de "Amoricidios". Antes que nada, éste es un cuento corto y directo. Desde el comienzo, se lanza dentro del trama sin reparos. Un hombre llamado John conoce a una mujer, Severanda, en un nightclub. Ella, cuerpo grande y violento. El, lento y trémulo, tarde para todo. Severanda le llamó la atención de inmediato. Al ver el interés, pero que él no iniciaba ningún acercamiento, ella cruzo la brecha y se introdujo. Él es poeta. Ella tiene un jaguar.

"John pensó que sin duda había cuadrado la noche, una jeva de este calibre, bien montada e inteligente... no pensó en la extraña combinación y por primera vez en su vida dejó de hacerse preguntas y decidió disfrutar la buenaventura." 

Después de varios silencios tenebrosos acordaron volverse a ver en unos dias. Intercambiaron teléfonos y se despidieron.

Días siguientes, el llega a la casa de Severanda y toca la puerta. Ella aparece

"como salida de catálogo de Victoria's Secret: el pelo caía como cascada, tan linda, ni una gota de maquillaje siquiera, la culebrilla en la division de las inmensas tetas... la suavidad que prometia la erizada piel era casi palpable."

John entra, para su desgracia, porque minutos después, al ella ir a buscarle algo de beber desata su jaguar. Luego de dos rugidos, sale el animal y va directo al yugular. La historia termina sangrienta, en un charco de muerte, carne y lagrimas.


Lo más que resalto del cuento es lo visceral e intenso que se presenta. En apenas cuatro paginas las palabras del autor logran transmitir sensaciones tan intensas como las que seguramente sintió John al verse atraído por Severanda. Aquí se plasman las emociones apasionadas y extremas que acompañan una atracción, y cómo esas mismas emociones ciegan a uno. Porque John asumió de inmediato, cuando ella dijo que tenía un jaguar, que se refería al carro. Incluso, cuando llega a la casa de Severanda no se percata ni mucho menos se extrañó por la falta de muebles, sino el siguió su figura tentadora, semi-desnuda, y llena de promesas. Entonces, ¿con qué nos deja este cuento? Con la intensidad de la atracción y lo fatal que puede ser.

I want now to hold in my hands

the fragrance of your flesh

and smell it. 

I want to roam in your soul 

and scoop the taste of your flesh.

–Kazuko Shiraishi

The Season of the Sacred Lecher

Two Nights of Excess

Following up with last week's post on Michel Onfray, my last visit to the city of New York turned up a little small book by a french author, Alfred de Musset. A renown poet, playwright and novelist of the Romantic period, this little book I stumbled upon was his try at erotic literature, Gamiani, Or Two Nights of Excess. According to the sources I've found on the book, the character of Gamiani is modeled after George Sand, another french writer, this is also said in the introduction of the book.
I found, after reading this little 100 or so page book, that in regards to the sexual aspect, it was comprehensive, covering everything from orgies, sacrilegious or otherwise, sadomasochism, bestiality, voyeurism, etc. No major perversions are neglected in the book. Much of it reminded me of the Marquis de Sade, on referring to him I highly recommend the excellent movie, Quills. This book incorporated much of the libertine spirit with a heightened element of the extreme, all for the sake of la petite mort. What distinguished this book from other erotica is its' lack of phallocentricity. The dominant character and sex is Gamiani, a woman.

On the the novel itself, it centers around two nights, between Gamiani, the Italian seductress, Fanny, the innocent virgin, and M. Alcide, the voyeur. The three meet on a night Gamiani holds a ball, the guests leave, she has lured Fanny into her room and Alcide is watching from a hidden place. No crevice is left untouched in their encounters. These three characters indulge extensively in themselves.
A brief interlude occurs during these two nights, where, the hunger of the characters is momentarily satiated and each partake in recounting their first sexual encounters. These are the moments that struck me the most, since it is in these tales recounted that one is able to see the imbalance created by the preceptors of youth, such as family members, and culture, and the predominant stigmatization of religion in regards to sexuality. Each of the characters have suffered at the hands of these stigmas, This imbalance is revealed in extremes that hinder and warp the natural, biological elements and desires that make up a person. This consequently, brought to mind Michel Onfray and his excellent treatise, Théorie du Corps Amoureux: Pour une Érotique Solaire. Which highlights the importance of letting go of the warped views of sensual relations, hindered mostly by extreme religious notions, hatred towards oneself, as well as by idealized romantic views.
If anything else, besides being an erotic novelette, Alfred de Musset in this book reveals diverse facets of human sexuality, how it is susceptible to dangerous extremes, much along the lines with the Marquis de Sade, although Musset draws a more poetic stroke with his words.
So, in the end, I recommend this book to those looking for interesting erotica. I enjoyed it.