Saturday, May 13, 2017


The only male in the lot is a bloody dirty perverse diabolical demon


Please enter this forest of feelings and adventures in a world that has been severely impaired in its equilibrium by some horrible selfish act that caused the worst climate change imaginable: no wind, no rain or nearly no rain, a frighteningly horrible heat, the development of some parasites like mosquitoes bringing along diseases known as the Sickness killing everyone that is still alive and preventing the growth and happiness of anyone. That’s the first big road in this imaginary drama: a man representing the whole humanity, a man, a male human being, is the cause of all that horrible fate, tragedy because he was refused some vanity, some power, some recognition, in other words the basic vanity of the human race to do just as they please without thinking of the planet and of anyone else.

Personally I find that too abrupt and one-sided, even if we take this as being symbolical. In the fate of this planet endangered by the growth out of any proportion of humanity, it is impossible to accuse, even symbolically, the male side of this humanity to be responsible for it, and what’s more this male side of humanity kills his wife, hence the female side of humanity, symbolically of course, but even so.

The second line in this story, this tale, this dramatic saga, is the fact that the daughter, Nemsa, of this man, Brastalos, who he has tried to kill in a way or another, survives, unknown of him, with a dead eye and a crooked leg, hence half blind and a spastics unable to walk properly. That’s the beginning of the story.

This world is based on the existence of four gods and four winds, four gods representing four winds and these four winds are the source of all that is living and good on earth. They bring rain, they bring life, they bring coolness, etc. The male of just before, the killing father and husband, has taken these four winds, these four gods, these four Guardians, prisoner, thus killing the universe. Only a Fifth Guardian can be the savior of this world and free the four Guardians, the four winds, by breaking the seal Brastalos has imposed onto the sealing rock blocking all exit or entry into the prison. Note these simple symbols. Four is the crucifixion of Jesus in the Christian faith. Five is the pentacle or the pentagram of evil still in the Christian tradition. And to make sure we get the message the situation will have to be saved, the four Guardians will have to be liberated by the Fifth Guardian (the pentacle becomes positive, or is it still negative in a perverse way, like some anti-Christ?) who will have to be a woman and one of three women coming to just perform this salvation.

This trinity is too simple, but it is effective and it brings in with these three women a completely different line, that of love. Roux is the oldest of the three (she is immortal and thus very old). The second Xenthia is also old, but less old and she was the lover of Roux a long time ago and though Roux still loves her, she does not love Roux any more. We are thus plunged into a love story among women. The third one in Nemsa, the young child, hardly a teenager and she is seduced by and falls in love with Xenthia. Roux becomes jealous and we have all along a ménage-à-trois that is funny in many ways with irritating jealousy, explanations about anything that has nothing to do with the mission since Nemsa is the key to the salvation of this world, the liberation of the four Guardians.

I just wonder, without entering in more details that could appear as spoilers, if the whole magic (Blood magic mind you) of this rather supernatural story that never really reaches the level of fright we could expect is not devised for the only purpose of wrapping up a lesbian love story. One of the three will have to be sacrificed for the two others to live happily ever after. The daughter will have to kill her own father who will try to kill her several times. That’s not very oedipal since the son should kill the father to possess the mother. This twist in the psychoanalytical fabric of our culture is surprising since most of the time the feminine version of the Oedipus complex is seen in many TV series as the daughter killing the mother to possess the father, the Elektra complex of Freud. And the mother having been killed by the father this killing of the father becomes a vengeance and the daughter is plaqued into compensating the absence of her mother with a mother substitute in the shape of an older woman who has taken care of her in the human world and a young woman to be her lover.

That sounds slightly easy going, maybe light-hearted too. But there are some very good pages on love even though love is only described as something hormonal even if it is identified as some fire in one’s heart, something that is supposed to happen only once in one’s life, though here it happens twice for Xenthia. The description of this love is at times poetic but it is always shown as, in one lover, some flowing substance, matter or virtual waves flowing into and merging with the similar flowing substance, matter or virtual waves flowing from the other lover into the first one. In fact, Nemsa only really experience one mental problem in this love affair: her fear, hatred and anger at the fact her lover had told her a lie to engage her on the mission of seducing her father to bring him to the point of releasing the four Guardians, though she knew from the very start that was a lie.

That’s where I find these surreal characters in this supernatural world kind of fairylike, I mean straight out of a fairy tale à la Brothers Grimm, bleak, tense, cruel, inhuman, in many ways insensitive. That does not prevent the rather rich imaginative story with plenty of twists and knots in the plot that makes the result unescapable but at the same time unpredictable in its development. Welcome then to the saving of the world by three women from the nasty climate change killing our universe brought up to us by the anger, vanity and pride of one single male character. Let these three women save the world from its perdition.


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