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As I told Ashfae...
Sep. 26th, 2004 11:08 am...I wanted to put the following review somewhere, just in case Amazon forget to post it or lose it. It is for Michael Moorcock's Gloriana
THIS SINISTER APOLOGY FOR POLITICAL VIOLENCE AND RAPE
I apologize for not being interested in the literary subtleties of this clever piece of writing. I regret that my unsophisticated mind does not take all the refined (as a sledgehammer) allusions to Spenser, Gormenghast, the Edda and so on. But you see, I have this bizarre notion that the climax and conclusion of a story are something to do with its point; and the climax of this story has a thief and murderer - oh, yes, sorry, a *romantic* thief and murderer, that makes *so* much difference to his victims - raping a woman who happens to be the Queen of England (again, that makes *so* much difference to the rape!); which she enjoys so much that she makes him king consort, with a certain amount of diplomatic lies to smooth his path. Translation: "being raped did the bitch good, and besides she enjoyed it". Gloriana can easily be defined as a bitch, in case you were wondering, and the fact that the loathsome Quire managed to give her an orgasm is the sure token that he is a suitable sovereign for an empire, which can now look forwards to all the wise subtleties of rule which he learned as a murderous street thief. Sorry, I forgot: a *romantic* murderous street thief. If I ever read a more thorough-going, false-faced, revolting apology for evil in every form, I have, luckily, forgotten it. But then Moorcock never had much time for morality, or what he called "pooh fantasy".
THIS SINISTER APOLOGY FOR POLITICAL VIOLENCE AND RAPE
I apologize for not being interested in the literary subtleties of this clever piece of writing. I regret that my unsophisticated mind does not take all the refined (as a sledgehammer) allusions to Spenser, Gormenghast, the Edda and so on. But you see, I have this bizarre notion that the climax and conclusion of a story are something to do with its point; and the climax of this story has a thief and murderer - oh, yes, sorry, a *romantic* thief and murderer, that makes *so* much difference to his victims - raping a woman who happens to be the Queen of England (again, that makes *so* much difference to the rape!); which she enjoys so much that she makes him king consort, with a certain amount of diplomatic lies to smooth his path. Translation: "being raped did the bitch good, and besides she enjoyed it". Gloriana can easily be defined as a bitch, in case you were wondering, and the fact that the loathsome Quire managed to give her an orgasm is the sure token that he is a suitable sovereign for an empire, which can now look forwards to all the wise subtleties of rule which he learned as a murderous street thief. Sorry, I forgot: a *romantic* murderous street thief. If I ever read a more thorough-going, false-faced, revolting apology for evil in every form, I have, luckily, forgotten it. But then Moorcock never had much time for morality, or what he called "pooh fantasy".
