Rape in the Congo – Love in the 21st Century

Not so long ago an intriguing e-mail arrive in my inbox. It was from David J. Schmidt asking if I would review his book. I get a few of those these days, but often turn them down just because of the e-mail requests themselves. If you are going to ask someone to take the time to:

1. Read your book

2. Review said book

You really should put a bit of effort in to the request. I had to race to the loo after paragraph four of David’s request so that there were no wee accidents about to happen. The “Pirates of the Danube: The Erotic Adventures of Pepper MacOralby”  is now in the pile to be read. I took David up on his offer to write a guest post for his upcoming book giveaway this weekend. Just in case any of you want to download and read it as well.

Now it is over to David…

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I open up my e-mail inbox one morning to find that the first message on the list bears the following title:

“THIS MONDAY—RAPE IN THE CONGO!”

Of course, after I open the e-mail, I realize that it comes from an activist group that is inviting me to a special event where they will screen a documentary about some humanitarian crisis in Africa.

But the first thought that came to my head, when I saw that email, was this:

Who can afford a plane ticket to the Congo in this economy? Much less stomach all the raping?

I blame “Fifty Shades of Grey” for this.

In part, I hold the “Fifty Shades” phenomenon responsible because, in this day and age, violent sex is on everybody’s minds. It’s all the vogue. It seems that no matter where we turn lately, bruises are the coolest new thing to wear. Bella wakes up after her wedding night with Edward Cullen to find her body bruised and sore, and she is filled with love for her new husband. Anastasia meets a man who tells her he wants to put metal projectiles inside of her, and she instantly falls for him. “You had me at ‘projectiles’,” she says.

It used to be, the violence was at least kept subtle and implicit in films and books. You watch one of these old black and white movies from the 1940’s, and sure, the men do a lot of tough talking, but they keep it classy for the most part. I recently watched “Double Indemnity”, a film noir from 1944. Sure, the main character is always pulling women around by the upper arm to get them to go along with him, as if they had no sense of agency of their own, or were incapable of responding to a simple, verbal “hey, come over here please”. Sure, the lead male has a habit of fiercely shaking his love interest by the shoulders as a prelude to kissing her.

But at least nobody is waking up with bruises in the morning, or having metal balls put inside their nether-regions.

In the 21st Century, on the other hand, we have Twilight and Fifty Shades.

We have Edward Cullen, a husband who is “special” and “magical” and sparkles in the sunlight—and, because he is special and magical and sparkly, his wife is forced to cut off all contact with her friends and family once she marries him. Because nothing says “loving relationship” like a man who won’t let you call your dad on the phone.

We have Christian Grey, who makes you sign a contract regulating when you can touch yourself, who monitors what you eat meticulously.

All that’s missing is for Christian Grey and Edward Cullen to sex their respective lovers to the tune of Berlioz’s “Symphonie Fantastique” like Julia Roberts’ evil husband in “Sleeping with the Enemy”.

But this isn’t the only problem I blame on the “Fifty Shades” phenomenon.

I also hold “Fifty Shades” and its kin responsible for my confusion. My misunderstanding of the aforementioned email—and the vagueness of the email’s title itself—are the direct result of these books, as they have normalized imprecise language. More than the bizarre sexual practices, the poor syntax is, perhaps, the most disturbing thing about the whole “Fifty Shades” series.

The Congo isn’t the only thing being raped these days—the entire English language takes a beating when something like “Fifty Shades” becomes popularized.

Every time Christian Grey says a phrase like “thank fuck”—as if Fuck were some commonly accepted deity to whom we offer thanks and praise—I feel as if King Leopold of Belgium is marching his troops into the pristine wilderness of the English language, rampaging through the countryside and mining the soil of our language for blood diamonds.

Every time E. L. James carpet bombs her narrative with ubiquitous ellipses, raining down a maelstrom of fire on the punctuation, I feel the English language shrivel up and die inside.

Every time her main character says “oh my”; with every non sequitur in the plot development, with every nonsensical metaphor and simile, the defenseless English language is ravaged like a nation being colonized.

In the face of such devastation, I did the only thing any sensible person would do—I launched a counterattack, via parody. My novella, “Pirates of the Danube”, is a work of comic farce which satirizes the entire lot of barely-legible erotic and romance stories which have taken us by storm. It is humanity’s last stand, in the face of almost certain literary demise.

And it will be free this weekend.

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David J. Schmidt is the author of the satirical romance novel, “Pirates of the Danube”, as well as its sequel, “The Baron Rides Again”. The former, “Pirates of the Danube”, will be available on the Kindle store for free this Passover / Palm Sunday weekend, March 23 and 24.

 

Schmidt has received various recognitions for his charitable contributions toward the preservation of Peyronie’s Disease. In 2004, he was granted knighthood by the Basque Republic, becoming Sir David J. Schmidt for the following three years. The title was stripped from him by the United Nations Council on Fallacious Royal Families in 2007. Schmidt lives with his beloved ex-wife of 14 years, his two cats, and his indentured servant. He can be reached via his blog, www.donguero.blogspot.com or via email at thebaroninsideyou@gmail.com

 

See this link to find the book on Kindle:

http://www.amazon.com/Pirates-of-the-Danube-ebook/dp/B009479CH2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1363758058&sr=1-1&keywords=pirates+of+the+danube

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Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

20 thoughts on “Rape in the Congo – Love in the 21st Century”

  1. Excellent piece Jo! I agree that it is a huge step back for women with hear books. I fell for the trap and read Twilight when it came out and was so angry by the message it was sending to the millions of young girls! Awful. I skimmed 50 Shades of Grey and wanted to vomit! How people and women actually enjoy this book and this terrible writing is crazy! Time to give us some real role models we can actually respect!

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    1. I didn’t mind Twilight – just saw it for what it was. She actually had a couple of good back stories there for other characters that she never explored and could have been really good. But 50 Shades of grey – OMG – what a nightmare of a book, and so UGGGHHHHH. I hatted it but forced myself to read it. So are you going to get this one…I am reading it now and it is quite a send up.

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      1. I did read Twilight in a week flat. It got my attention but once I read the next few that is when my feminism got to me. Let me know how this book goes….I’ll have to see. Hope you are doing well Jo! 🙂

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        1. I think reading / watching the Twilight series is what turned me into a hard-core feminist. Even though I am a dude. Any story where the heroine has to break off contact with all her loved ones to be with her man, and ends up emaciated and bruised from being with him, strikes me as a deeply disturbing model for young ladies.
          Not to mention, the Volturi are totally lame and boring, and don’t scare me at all. Nosferatu must be rolling in his grave right now.

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