Posted by Emily on June 27, 2004 at 17:26:58:
Many of the authors around here have something special and distinct about their style. Some have it far more prominent than others . Barbane for instance was the one who goaded me into this place. That was via yahoo’s advanced search (the “snuff”and”kill”and”sex”and”fetish” sort of search) . Once I started reading her stories it felt like a trip. Her talent was in diversity and vividness, but mostly it was honesty. She honestly loved and enjoyed her fetish, which is playing dead. The same could be said about Jamie , Damien, and Kinightstalker who are all really in love with squeezing someone’s throat.(though their styles and depth are very different) . Alomega adds to honesty and fetishism a the taste of the metaphysical and the paranormal. Sam adds lots of intellect. I can go on describing what I liked in each of my favorite authors here for ages, but what I’m trying to explain is this: if any of them authors have really scared me , gave me a taste of what’s truly sinister and disturbing, and left me wondering about the true significance of my fetish, it was Blue Dreams!
There’s something weird about that guy, and Its really hard to define.
First of all, he’s good, both on the traditional level ( he delivers a good description of an erotic killing ), and on the literary level ( he knows how to weave a good story , not only a ”snuff” story but a real meaningfull story as well, the porno or fetish factor seems to be there as a spice, but behind it there’s a setting, a plot, a depth in meaning and live well defined characters, infernal ones).
Yet in addition to that, he has lots of weird and quite unusual qualities , so rare in our community.
Most of us here are trying to draw a good picture of a hero (or heroin) who is attractive, extremely dominant ( or extremely submissive), lusty, and deranged.And through him/her an attempt to weave an arousing story is made.
Blue dreams doesn’t care about any of that,at least not as a main goal. All what he seems to be focused on is the creation and deliverance of pure, self-aware, and malignant Evil. He’s not messing around, he’s not trying to be pleasant or acceptable , not even in an indirect way.He’s proud to be immoral, faithfully rebelous. Or rather mocking the whole morality business in a very..errr..logical way. He is not talking about traditional heroes, or even traditional criminals, but rather about the real lethally detached kind of persons who’d kill with a feverish passion and shaky hands, then have their coffee and breakfast afterwards in cold blood. (in his story "Soutia", he kills his wife in an extremely deranged and brutal manner , and then calmly brings his colors and brushes and draws a portrait of her strangled face. . and somehow that doesn’t seem unacceptable , or even slightly illogical within the context of the story.)
I was wondering if that guy was the real criminal type, or a very talented writer. He can’t be both I guess! Someone who’s skilled in writing with a cool mind canot bring all that passion expressed in his stories, especially all that hate that seemed to be causing his hands to shake and his mind o misspell. On the other hand, - and as you Splay have hinted - he can’t be the real psycho who’s too obsessed with his fetish and desire to kill, for such types don’t have the coherence and skill needed to write good stories, they simply ain’t the type who could bring new insight to such deep philosophical concepts like the true meaning of reality , the difference between truth and illusion, the immorality of society and the beasts hidden in the heart of Man.
Confession of hate was really a confession in terms of honesty , he tells and doesn’t sell,no equivocation here. He breaks the rules and does his best to be nasty , smashes the language, destroys the morals, throws away all what’s acceptable and common, and ends up with something which is not just engaging,or shocking, but strangely arousing too . You hate the hero, you hate the atmosphere, you struggle with the typos which sometimes pop up at least once in each and every phrase and you feel as if you are lost in the fog untill you figure out what the typos meant and then the beast smacks you with his filthy talons, but you love the story! On the other hand, its not at all a confession. he’s not “regretting” or “repenting” . He’s proud of all the shit he brings , he's very aware of how nasty the whole thing is and he likes it anyway, even comes out with very good (or at least vey interesting) reasons to explain it.
In Soutia he masters the language and the writing skills, sounds almost as good as Koontz or even theearly works of Stephen King. ( The first comparision that poped up into my mind was with Poe’s tell tale heart) Yet in his confession of hate, he makes a tremendous amount of typos and sounds like he’s either having a real trouble with English, or a huge drinking problem coupled with a feverish sadistic passion, or simply faking the whole typo thing so bravely to add a new feel to his story ( I wonder what would’ve been so difficult in letting the good old spelling checker do its job on his piece of work if he was intending to post it on the web??). While in that silly poem “For dear John” which was apparently a stupid mocking of John Lenon’s famous song ”Imagine” he managed to write the most idiotic piece of garbage ever posted on this site, hardly fit for a 12 years old on cheap dope!!
What’s also so weird is that both of his novels where posted on the SAME WEEK. “A Confession of hate” was posted on August 5th 2000, “Soutia” which seems to be written by a far ripe and mature writer was posted on the 20th of the same month, only 5 days latter. The silly poem is posted a whole five month after that, and then..nothing at all.?!!
Did he post anything afterwards along the past 4 years? or did he simply just found out about this site oneday in 2000, took out his pistol and fired a couple of shots at its main concept and left! As if it was the devil’s comment on what’s happening here, mocking the whole thing and yet infernaly encouraging it ?
I’m not sure if he was just toying with the idea of snuff or if he is really involved. I can’t tell if he is a great writer or a very honest and passionate ( and indeed deranged ) criminal. All evidence supports all sorts of contraries. If he’s wearing a mask its a very clever one.
I hope I can read more from that Blue fellow, but I sure as hell wouldn’t feel conformable if he lives next door, or even at the other end of town .
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