1era part d’aquesta petita serie de 5 fotos que començ avui “she, the afro girl”.

A Contribution To The

ERBzine  ERB Library Project

She

by

H. Rider Haggard

Review by R.E. Prindle

Part III

The Gruesome, The Morbid AndThe  Hideous

     Rider Haggard was criticized severely by certain of his contemporaries for employing so many gruesome, morbid and hideous details.  Indeed, ’ She’ seems to be a study in the hideous, the gruesome and the morbid.  If one concentrates on those aspects of the story one might actually question Haggard’s mental health.

     Haggard himself calls attention to this morbidity.  In King Solomon’s Mines he pointed out  his humor with references to the Ingoldsby Legends; in She he makes a pointed reference to a Mark Tapley.  I had no idea who Mark Tapley might be but thought I’d consult that most magnificent of encyclopedias, the internet.  No problem.   Mark Tapley was a character from Charles Dickens’  Martin Chuzzlewit.  No matter how adverse the circumstances were Tapley was always cheerful and ebullient.  Haggard must have thought him ridiculous.  Thus he is devising a series of incidents that would bring even Mark Tapley down.  Hmm.  Interesting experiment.

     It would seem then that Haggard was suffering from a fairly deep depression.  In that sense She is sort of a horror story not too different in intent than, say, Bram Stoker’s Dracula.  Indeed,  at one point Ayesha explains that she rules by terror.  That being the most effective way to control brutes like the Amahagger.

     Certainly the storm at sea prior to entering Kor was an example of terror on the part of nature, a portent of things to come.   Not least of these was the hot potting and projected cannibalism of the surviving member of the ship’s crew, Mohammed.  ‘She’ had only required the safety of the Whites; as Mohammed was apparently a negrified Arab the Amahagger excluded him from the ban on Whites.  An interesting example of White Skin privilege.

     Their custom of killing their victims was to heat a pot red hot and turn it over on the victim’s head.  There’s a gruesome and hideous enough example.  You can see where Burroughs picked up his fascination for the gruesome and hideous.

     The Caves of Kor are actually a city of the dead.  Kor was an active civilization before Egypt existed  in the fifth or sixth millennium BC.  As embalming was a known practice when the Dynasties began c. 3400 the practice must have developed long before.  Quite possibly it was practiced by the peoples of the Basin before the Mediterranean was flooded.  In The World’s Desire Haggard mentions that the ancient Egyptians possessed writings in a precedent language.  If so, how far back things like embalming go might be prodigious.

     Egyptian embalming was primitive compared to that of the Korians.   While Egyptian mummies became desicated the Korian process was such that the body was preserved forever in an apparent state of health.  Thus bodies perhaps ten thousand years old or older had the appearance of  freshness. 

     Now, this is positively creepy.  Holly’s Amahagger attendent Bilalli while discussing Korian embalming  told Holly that while he was a young man a particularly beautiful female corpse occupied the very slab on which Holly slept.  Bilalli used to enter the cell and sit looking admiringly on the beautiful corpse by the hour.  One day his mother caught him at it.  The embalming fluid used was extremely flammable.  Bilalli’s mother stood the body up and lit it.  Like a huge torch the body burned down to the feet.  The feet were still as good as new.  Bilalli wrapped them and stored them beneath Holly’s slab.  Groping around beneath the slab he brought out those ten thousand year old feet, still fresh, except for some charring at the ankles.

     Haggard doesn’t stop there but goes on to emphasize the beauty of one particular foot.  One wonders if perhaps George Du Maurier read She becoming entranced by the foot image thus reproducing the image in his novel Trilby when Little Billee draws Trilby’s beautiful foot on th wall.  It is a thing Du Maurier would do as he inserted his literary baggage as profusely as Burroughs.

     What effect this image had on Haggard’s contemporary readers may be guessed from the complaints about his gruesomeness.

     In fact Haggard projects a depressed brooding evil permeating the Caves of Kor very well.  This may have been caused by his and Lang’s theories of the Matriarchy.  Human sacrifice was an integral part of the Matriarchal world.  The sacrifices were invariably of men because women had greater economic value.  When men were no longer sacrificed bulls, rams, the males of the species were substituted, the female still having greater economic value.  Thus the story of Isaac and the Ram.  That would be a great advance in civilization.  About that time Isis ceased being the Egyptian symbol of the firmament being replaced by the female cow as the symbol of economics.  Something like the kings of England sitting on the woolsack.

     Depending on Haggard’s and Lang’s theories of the Matriarchy then Haggard may have been portraying a consciousness that has ceased to exist.  There is always an element of misogyny in Haggard’s stories that is no longer tolerated.  Then men were men and women were women instead of the attempted strange unisexuality of today.  Thus the tens of miles of swamp between the Amahagger quarters  and the citadel of Kor indicate the extent and quality of the Matriarchy.  Swamps are the symbol of the female and the Matriarchy or, in other words, this very primitive superstitious consciousness.

     The Korian swamp was haunted by mephitic vapors, evil smelling and oppressive.  The ground they walked on was of uncertain solidity; it might look firm but this was only illusory as one could break through the crust.  Often the litter bearers were walking through evil smelling muck up to their knees.

     At one point an accident occurs and Bilalli’s litter with him in it is dumped into the slimy water.  He would have drowned if Holly hadn’t leaped into the rank female waters to save him.  They emerge looking something like the creature from the Black Lagoon.

     It will be remembered that Holly was something of a misogynist.  One may be stretching a point but even though rejecting women and marriage Holly managed to inherit a son from a man who was also a womanless widower.  Haggard makes a strong contrasting point when he says that Leo was not averse to female company.  The manservant, Job, is absolutely terrified of the female.

     After traversing this desolate swamp of the female for days they arrive at the citadel or temple of Kor.  Now, the citadel of Kor was built on an ancient lake bed that had been drained ten thousand years before.  In that sense Ayesha is the same as Nimue or the Lady Of The Lake of King Arthur.  Nemue lived at the bottom of a lake where she raised Lanclot who consequently was called Lancelot of the Lake.

     Compare this also with Haggard’s postumously published Treasure of the Lake in which the Anima figure lives on an island in the middle of  a lake in the middle of a volcanic crater.  The lake of Kor was also in the middle of a crater.

     When the Korian civilization was extinguished it wasn’t by invasion or other external reasons but by a  monster plague something like the fourteenth century european Black Death that wiped out nearly everyone.  At the resulting rate of death it wasn’t possible to embalm everyone so that tens of thousands of bodies were dumped into a huge subterranean pit.

     In conducting Holly and Leo on a guided tour of Kor which was one gigantic necropolis, talk about depressing, Ayesha brings them to this pit.  I quote:

     Accordingly I followed (She) to a side passage opening out of the main cave, then down a great number of steps, and along an underground shaft that cannot have been less than sixty feet beneath the surface of the rock, and was ventilated by curious borings that ran upward, I do not know where.  Suddenly this passage ended, and Ayesha halted, bidding the mutes return, and, as she prophesied, I saw a scene such as I was not likely to behold again.  We were standing in an enormous pit, or rather on the brink of it, for it went down deeper- I do not know how much- than the level on which we stood, and was edged in with a low wall of rock.  So far as I could judge, this was about the size of the space beneath the dome of St. Paul’s in London, and when the lamps were held up I saw that it was nothing but one vast charnel-house, being literally fullof thousands of human skeletons, which lay piled up in an enormous gleaming pyramid, formed by the slipping down of the bodies at the apex as others were dropped in from above.  Anything more appalling than this mass of human remains of a departed race I  cannot imagine, and what made it even more dreadful was that in this dry air a considerable number of bodies had become dessicated with the skin still on them, and now, fixed in every conceivable position, stared at us out of a mountain of white bones, grotesquely horrible caricatures of humanity.  In my astonishment I uttered an ejaculation, and the echoes of my voice, ringing in that vaulted space, disturbed a skull which hd been accurately balanced for many thousands of years near the apex of the pile.  Down it came with a run, bounding along merrily towards us, and of course bringing an avalanche of other bones after it, till at last the whole pit rattled with their movement, even as though the skeletons were rising up to greet us.

          Talk about a holocaust!  Imagine standing in that dimly lit space far beneath ground, in the grave itself so to speak,and viewing that.  Holly was overcome and perhap Mark Tapley himself would have lost a little of his cheeriness.  If that didn’t do it the ball Ayesha threw would have.

    Before I move on to that though let’s take a penultimate example that might actually unsettle Mark Tapley.  This is truly unsettling with truly macabre and voyeuristic soft porn details that are quite remarkable.    Let me say that it is only with the fourth reading that the horrific nature of these details really began to sink in.  I hope to really make this clear in the next section in which I intend to do an in depth analysis of Ayesha.

     In his cell at the citadel of Kor Holly notices a cleft in the wall he hadn’t noticed before.  This cleft is going to lead him to Ayesha’s sleeping room.  This is not unlike King Solomon’s Mines in which upon  entering the symbolic vagina  they were led to the womb or treasure box.  As I say Holly entered this cleft, let your imagination dwell on that,  and followed a dark, dank, narrow corridor until he perceived a light.

     He is looking into Ayesha’s sleeping room where in a certain deshabille, very erotic, she is addressing a covered form on a bier next to hers.  This is the embalmed body of Kallicrates who she murdered twenty-two hundred years before.  So she has been sleeping with this corpse for twenty-two centuries.  Now, dwell on that for moment, let the horror of it sink in.

     She addresses the corpse in a fairly demented way.  Twenty-two hundred years of this would drive anybody nuts.  Finally to the dismay of Holly she animates the body by telekinetic powers actually causing it to stand zombie like so she can kiss and caress it.  A lot of necrophilia in this novel.  Haggard must have been half dotty when he wrote this.  Of course Kallicrates is a double of Leo so Holly has all he can do to keep from crying out.  Causing the dead man to lay himself down Ayesha covers him and blows out the light.

     Holly has to find his way back in the dark reminding one of innumerable passages in Burroughs where his characters have to find their way in the dark.  Holly gets only so far and collapses in the tunnel.  Waking he sees a light coming in from his cell allowing him to find his way back.

     And then Ayesha throws her ball.  If you’ve read carefully and really ingested these macabre, gruesome, and as Burroughs’ would say, hideous details they’re beginning to oppress your mind, perhaps even a mind like Mark Tapley’s.

     Now Haggard trundles out the frosting.  To illuminate her ball Ayesha brings out piles of ten thousand year old corpses placing them around the perimeter as human torches.  Laying out a large bonfire the corpses are stacked alternately like so much cordwood and replaced as they were consumed.  Remember these are as fresh looking as you or I.  The Roman emperor Nero actually used live humans in the same manner.  Haggard notes this in the text which I thought weakened the effect.

     Ayesha seems to be aware of the effect, indeed, intended it and appears to relish the reaction.

     These are the high points of these horrfic details.  Minor ones are constant so that the cumulative effect leading up to the terrific images of the demise of Ayesha, temporary though it might be, is overwhelming.  But about She, Ayesha, in the next part.

Sobre las diez y media de la mañana solemos irnos a almorzar, a menudo acudimos al centro comercial próximo. Un rato de agradable locura, los puñales se guardan en el bolsillo y sin saber cómo el mundo es perfecto y todos maravillosos. Suenan melodías navideñas ya tan pronto, poquitas, algunas luces, no muchas y demasiada gente con prisa. Me encontré ayer de camino con un niño de unos ocho años, sentado en un banco junto a su madre, enfrente justo del escaparate de una conocida tienda de juegos electrónicos. Serio, muy serio, se cruzaron nuestras miradas, la cabecita rapada, con gorra para estar más guapo, delgado y blanco como la leche. Cerca del complejo se encuentra el instituto oncológico, está haciendo una pausa en su tratamiento, pensé. Es una historia que no vi, no la conozco, puede que no exista. La vi en los ojos de ese niño. Para él no hay crisis, ni peleas infantiles, ni de mayores, ni tramposos que metan zancadillas a quien quiere divertirse, ni sinvergüenzas que nos roben la vida y otras cosas. Para él sólo hay estar bien mañana y poder comprar un videojuego. Soñar con ella e imaginar cómo será un beso.

The Devil Girl Shirt and the July Hip Pants is my Hump Day Happines.

The Hump Day Happines is goning 24 hours, started this Day 12am SL time and is going to the next Day 12 am SL time.

Shirt and Pants Set is avaibel for 69L.

TAXI

XOXO Ilaya Allen

Untuk lagu yang berbahasa Inggris, saya suka nya lagu lagu klasik. Lirik nya selalu indah dan menyentuh, pun ada pesan yang coba disampaikan oleh pencipta dan penyanyi lagu. Salah satu dari lagu klasik favorit sepanjang masa itu punya Elvis Costello – SHE.

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SHE

She
May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

Hoy: Palabra monosílaba de tres letras, generalmente, estúpidamente, indica presente, lo que será mañana y lo que fue ayer…

Hoy tu cabello se veía hermoso, pero no estabas ahí para que te lo dijera.

Nunca estuviste ahí; y todo inició con palabras. Como el aleteo de una mariposa, estas, resonaban en mi cabeza y le daban vueltas a un ideal tan hermoso, ahora tan absurdo. Tan absurdo como el puñal que dispararon a mi pecho.
Tan lejano como una estrella, tan tácito como la sangre que vierte de mis venas, mas continuo ahí parado.
Como idiota, cegado por mi locura y por mi ferviente deseo de algo que nunca se completara.

Hoy tu cabello se veía hermoso, y no te lo pude decir.

Las palabras me atragantaron, cuando de pie, caí en la realidad, y me golpeo como toro en la cara;

Cuando te vi sonreír y sonrojarte, lejos de mis brazos… en el infierno de aquel demonio. ¿Qué hacer?

Sentar y esperar, contar las hormigas a tus pies.

Observar el bello cielo otoñal, aderezado con esos pigmentos carmín que llenan el corazón. Pero son placeres furtivos, perecederos, momentáneos; a tu lado.
pero es lo único que llena aquel vació tajante, que, con tu navaja, cortaste y dejaste sangrar.

Hoy tu cabello se veía hermoso, y no dije nada.

Hoy tu cabello se veía hermoso y no me importó, tal vez, el otro idiota se dio cuenta y lo mencionó.

Hoy… Otra crónica perdida… Estúpido estribillo de una disonante melodía…

Abbi pazienza ma debbo scriveredevo dirti un paio di cose, e lo faccio a te scrigno scoperto che ti ho accanto.

Devo dirti che con lei qui non va più.
Che c'è qualcosa che non convinve non suona più bene e tutta l'armonia sta svanendo e
tutte le basi stan cedendo.

Devo scrivere il mio pensiero,
devo ammettere di non essere sincero, di non averle detto delle cose. Di aver mentito su altre
E di continuare a fare così anche adesso, che forse non ha più senso farlo adesso se è vero
che stiamo per finire

Devo pensare. Pianificare
Immagina io che devo capire, come finire.
la inviterò qui, o forse fuori esterni dove il rumore è altro e il dolore è minore.

Ma non devo, voglio e forse no. Non so perchè lo faccio
ma so che lei non si merita una persona che non l'ama.
Me lo dice sempre, che non se lo merita... e io mi sento male.

Abbi pazienza ma devo pensare
E per farlo ho bisogno di scrivere
Devo capire se è il caso o no di fare una scelta del genere
Devo capire, se lei è ancora per me, se qualcosa si può fare.
in anni anni e anni insieme, qualcosa forse ancora si può fare.

Non voglio finire, senza provare a fare qualcosa.
Ma quando l'amore si spegne: che cosa puoi provare ?

Io sento sento e sento tante cose, ma l'amore quello forte o la passione o semplicemente
il desiderio quello no, non lo sento più. E non lo sento da tanto.
Per questo mi chiedo se ha senso, che senso ha stare insieme. Che senso ha fare progetti
uscire pensare a cosa faremo, fare l'amore se non senti nulla se non solo l'unico piacere
fisico che termina appena finisci di respirare...

non so, io penso e penso che sia sbagliato andare per decisioni
penso che sia immaturo dover fare tutto in fretta. Ma non sento e questa cosa è difficile.
non ne puoi parlare, lei starebbe malissimo e finirebbe tutto,
quindi non so come affrontare questa situazione

Penso e penso ma non trovo nulla. Attendo e ho un sacco di pensieri, ho aspettato molto
che lo cose cambiassero, ma nulla è cambiato e io sono sempre qui
con le mie emozioni con i miei pensieri, cosa faccio ?

Devo soffrire, starò da solo, abbiamo passato davvero tanti anni assieme e tutto finisce così?

--
Quando finisce così
non finisce così...

Cold wintery night,
She has to put up with this urging fight.
Built up walls made of pure steel,
Tries to take hold,
And let herself heal.
Loosing all control,
She might not reach her lasting goal.
Slipping back into the depths of her mind,
She needs to find peace of any kind.
She wants release,
Anything to put her at ease.
Her walls begin to crumble,
Her world begins to fall, and tumble.

…What should one say? or do for that matter… lying alone in the head of it all. Watching. It seems completely out of your mind yet, you know it isnt real, you know it isnt actual… and sometimes it is that much too weird or wonderful.. and you know.

I can’t help but feel that this time it told me something. I felt it right there, across the surface of my skin. her hair and arms… stretching for something, it seemed professional, purposeful… and then it just happens, unplanned… but you want it.. and you see the real in it, and you know.. pushing it away… that was the real – pushing it away. This reality that know’s it’s something you can’t quite achieve at this time.. something that can’t be erased in a split second. .. and even the unreal is regulated and stopped… even the unreal is limited…

Then you see the figure… lit by a shaft of light… connected to someone or something by a phone… thin… bare… nearly completely bare… different… and like some old film stuck on a loop it plays over and over.. caught in the light between the curtains by the window… talking… pushed away from me… but immediately wanted and desired… standing in the light… completely revealed… they were perfect… different… they brought fear… but it was then that you knew that it wasn’t completely wrong… that there caught in the light was the answer… not a direct answer but a suggestion of one…

and i can’t remove that loop… i am still waiting to wake up…. i don’t want to let go of it…

Wake up.

We’ve all been w/ the wrong person at least once. When we break up and we look back like what the hell was I thinking. Now, personally if one of my chicks have any of this flag pop up! Imma Jay-Z that trick and be on to the next one. Check em out tell me what you think.

1. Her body issues exceed normal limits.
Who wants to spend time with a girl who constantly asks you if you think she’s fat? Every girl’s got her insecurities, but if she can’t eat a meal without calculating calories, cancels dates with you so she can get in those extra workouts, or walks backward when she’s naked because she’s afraid you’ll see her non-existent cellulite, we don’t care how skinny she is — she sucks.

The Story: “My ex didn’t eat pizza, but not because she didn’t like it. In fact, she loved it. She swore off pizza because of the calories. Then she swore off beer, also because of the calories. I understand not wanting to gain weight but come on, splurge once in a while. If your girl won’t chill on the couch eating pizza and drinking beer every now and then, you may as well swear off the relationship because you’re dating a total Debbie Downer.”

2. She doesn’t have a mind of her own.
If you’re talking to a girl and she thinks everything you say is interesting, she probably isn’t thinking at all or is too inarticulate or insecure to share her opinion with you. This inability to think for herself will likely snowball with time — soon she’ll be adopting your interests and agreeing with everything you say, which is a lot more boring than it sounds.

The Story: “I was dating this girl who was totally high maintenance but claimed to be a great athlete. She said she played softball, basketball and ran track in high school. For her birthday, I planned a special sports-oriented day. For the first half, I packed a picnic basket and brought two mitts and a softball. Once we got to the park, I grabbed a mitt for myself and tossed the other one her way … and she ducked … I called her out on it and she said she had lied because she knew I was really into baseball and wanted us to have something in common.”

3. She’s obsessed with marriage.
When a girl says she isn’t thinking at all about marriage and just wants to enjoy the moment, do not believe her. She is lying to you and herself — all girls think about marriage. The chicks you need to look out for are those who plan their entire wedding and are merely looking for a man to insert into their delusional fantasy.

The Story: “Considering proposal to my then girlfriend, I went window-shopping for rings. Finding not one perfect diamond, I took it as a sign that the relationship was flawed and decided to slow things down a bit. Well, I knew I had made the right decision when just a few weeks later she asked me where her ring was. Not, Are we going to get married and spend the rest of our lives happy together? but Where’s my ring? Then, when I told her I had to use the money to pay off some bills, she became outraged, throwing a fit.”

4. She tells you not to wear the condom on your first night.
Yes, in the heat of the moment, people make mistakes. If you’re both wasted and it accidentally happens, OK, we get it. But if a chick specifically tells you not to worry about wearing a condom, you need to worry about it — how many other guys has she said that to?

The Story: “At a Super Bowl party my buddies and I were playing flip-cup outside at a friend’s beach house and I charmed some girls into hanging out with us for the day. Things between me and this hot redhead were clicking … After a few games and some witty banter we ended up in my buddy’s bedroom fooling around. After an exhaustive search to find condoms at the house and asking everyone there to no avail, I told her, ‘Oh well, I guess no sex, no big deal.’ To this I got the response: ‘If you promise to be careful you can go right ahead.’ If a girl is willing to let a stranger go raw, and all you have to do is remember to pull out, you should run like I did. Or give her a fake name so then she can’t find you for the child support payments.”

5. She thinks her dog is your child.
You’re not living with the girl but somehow you end up being the one walking her yappy dog (and cleaning up after it) when you’re over at her place. Why? Because you’re its daddy.

The Story: “I’d been seeing this girl for a couple weeks when she decided to spend $400 on a hypoallergenic dog about the size of my fist. The first red flag was the fact that she spent that much on a pet, when I’d been helping her pay rent for three months. Then, she started calling her dog her ‘baby,’ and referred to me as the dog’s ‘daddy.’ I hit the road, knowing the longer I stayed, the more ‘children’ I’d have to support and rent I’d have to pay.”

6. She “doesn’t give blowjobs.”
What does this mean exactly? Like she doesn’t give head, ever? We don’t get it.

The Story: “I once dated this chick who stopped blowing me after a few months because she ‘didn’t like the taste.’ No offense, but that labyrinth you call your vagina doesn’t taste like sweet, delicious candy. If you don’t want to drop to your knees anymore, you probably shouldn’t expect me to have any more dinners at the Y.”

7. She has a record of dating jerks.
Girls with sketchy dating histories, particularly those who have subjected themselves to serious degradation in multiple relationships, present some major red flags. No, you’re not going to save her; you’ll just end up being the nice guy she once dated.

The Story: “Shortly into a relationship a girl told me that she had had a number of shitty boyfriends, among them a guy who used to make her do push ups and ab exercises every night to keep a lean figure. I obviously laughed when she told me this but seriously, what girl allows herself to be treated so poorly? The answer: the type of girl that, one week post break-up, calls at 3 AM hysterically crying and looking for consolation because the condom worn by some random dude she just met at a bar broke during intercourse. Needless to say, I was glad she was no longer my problem.”

Después de una larga ausencia, he decidido volver a la carga dedicando una entrada a la mayor fuente de visitas de este blog desde que comenzamos: Jaimee Foxworth. Esa niña que no consiguió conquistar los corazones del público con su papel en Cosas de casa y que decidieron borrar de un plumazo traumatizandola de por vida.

Nació en el 17 de Diciembre 1979 en Illinois y comenzó a hacer pinitos como modelo en 1984 con 5 años. Estos anuncios la valieron para salir en vallas publicitarias y televisión y así en 1989 conseguir el papel que la marcaría para siempre, la pequeña Judy Winslow en cosas de casa. Por si no la recordáis era la hija pequeña con trencitas y pocos diálogos.

Hola mama, salgo en la tele!!

Todo parecía de color de rosa para Jaimee, con un papel en una de las series del momento que no corría riesgo de cancelación gracias a sus grandes audiencias y a personajes tan carismaticos como Steve Urkel y su alter ego Stefan Urquelle, pero tras 4 temporadas de figurar, la pequeña Judy subió las escaleras para nunca más regresar. Lo curioso de todo esto, es que a pesar de emitir 5 temporadas más, nunca se dió ninguna explicación en la serie de que había pasado y a partir de ese momento, todo el mundo se comportaba en la casa como si Judy nunca hubiera existido (De hecho, incluso el público tardó en darse  cuenta de que la niña ya no estaba)

Investigando un poco, he descubierto que lo que motivo esa desaparición fulminante, fue que la madre de Jaimee exigió un aumento de sueldo para su hija ya que según ella, su hija era uno de los personajes principales de la serie. Los productores no debieron estar muy de acuerdo y decidieron borrarla del mapa mandandola a su cuarto y haciendola desaparecer en una dimensión paralela.

Al cumplir los 18 años decidió reinventarse, y montar un pedazo de grupo de Hip Hop llamado She junto a sus dos hermanas, Tyren Perry y Jania Foxworth pero volvió a comerse un panchito y empezaba a parecer una tradición. Una pena que no se aliaran con Limahl para crear el super grupo definitivo!

Que campechanas, la foto de la comunión como portada!

Viendo que todo lo que emprendía le salía mal, su madre aprovechó para gastarse todo el dinero que su pequeña había ganado con el sudor de su frente durante esos 4 años en cosas de casa. Este hecho fue el empujoncito final para que Jaimee callera en una espiral  autodestructiva, primero sufriendo una depresión y luego volviendose alcoholica a los 21 años.

Esta sucesión de acontecimientos daría lugar a lo que todos estáis esperando, Jaimee imitó a su amigo Urkel y creó a su alter ego “Crave” que se dedicaría al mundo del PORNO para hacer pastaca, según decía ella, por 30 minutos de rodaje era 15.000$ mas rica. No la debió gustar mucho ya que solo apareción en 6 peliculas entre 2000 y 2002, utilizando siempre a su alter ego. Este era su aspecto por aquel entonces (Pinchando en la foto podéis ver más contenido)

En 2003 logró desintoxicarse y empezó una nueva vida menos autodestructiva, trabajando como asistente en una agencia de nuevos talentos creada por su madre, donde continúa actualmente.

En 2006 fue entrevistada en “The Oprah Wingfrey Show” donde explicó su historia con el fin de concienciar a otros jóvenes artistas para que no cometan sus mismos errores.

En 2009 dió a luz a su primer hijo Michael Douglas Shaw, Jr,

Actualmente parece recuperada y luce este aspecto!

Jaimee, sigue por el buen camino y alejate de los vicios!!!

A Contribution To The

ERBzine ERB Library Project

She

by

H. Rider Haggard

Review by R.E. Prindle

From London To The The Caves Of Kor

     She is dedicated to Andrew Lang:

I Inscribe This History To

ANDREW LANG

In Token Of Personal Regard

And Of

My Sincere Admiration For His Learning

And His Works

     One may well ask then who is this Andrew Lang and what is his learning?  In point of fact Haggard not only dedicated She to Lang but wrote three books in collaboration with him.  Andrew Lang, 1884-1912, was a Scottish scholar specializing in folklore, mythology and religion so you can see where Haggard came by much of his esoteric knowledge.  In addition Lang was one of the founding members of the Society For Psychic Research and a past-President.  Lang wrote dozens of books over his lifetime.  He even wrote a parody of She in 1887 called He.  Today he is remembered only for his collections of fairy tales.  Twelve volumes in all each titled after a color such as The Crimson, or Blue or Pink or Gray Fairy Book.  The volumes are undergoing a fair revival now with a collector’s edition published by Easton Press and several nicely bound volumes by the Folio Society.

     The nineteenth century was the one in which advanced knowledge of the past was rapidly extending European knowledge greatly.  The Rosetta Stone deciphering Egyptian hieroglyphics had been achieved as recently as the 1830s.  Nineveh and the Assyrian ruins had been unearthed.  Schlieman had discovered the locations of  Troy and Mycenae.

     The exoteric side was covered by the academics while the esoteric side was covered by independent scholars like Madame Blavatsky and probably Andrew Lang.  There was a clean split between the academic Patriarchal view of  ancient history and the emerging Matriarchal view that had just been developed by the Swiss mythologist, J.J. Bachofen.    Bachofen organized ancient history into Hetaeric, Matriarchal and Patriarchal periods.  He himself was a member of the successor  Scientific period.

     The academics totally rejected the notion of  a Matriarchal period.  This, of course, led to a complete inability to understand Homer, both Iliad and Odyssey. The Iliad especially is a description of the war by the Patriarchy to destroy Matriarchy. 

     Lang seems to have understood the Matriarchal phase of ancient history.  He must have passed this knowledge on to Haggard.  Ayesha, as She, rules a Matriarchal society.  While the ideas represented in She must have seemed bizarre or merely an amusing reversal of the Patriarchal world at the time, today it all reads comprehensibly.  It rings true if not exact.

     C.G. Jung, the psychologist, who developed such notions as the male Anima and the Shadow was very immpressed by what he saw as the male Anima in She.  Madame Blavatsky lauded the book for its esoteric content.  But then, Haggard was firing on all eight cylinders when he wrote it, it is difficult to conceive of a more perfect fantasy/adventure novel.  Indeed Haggard subtitles the novel: The History Of An Adventure.

     Haggard was an excellent Egyptian scholar.  He not only visualized Egypt convincingly in his Egyptian novels but his Egyptian ideas pervade the African novels.  Many of them involve Egyptian influences and even peoples filtering down into East and Central Africa.  The Ivory Child is a case in point as is She.

     The set up to the trip out is brilliant incorporating details that become cliches in B movies.

     Leo Vincey’s father before he died gave a metal box to Leo’s guadian, Horace Holly, that wasn’t to be opened until Leo was twenty-five.  This box is now opened.  It contained a letter to Leo, a potsherd (a piece of a broken jar) covered with ‘uncial’ Greek lettering, a miniature and a scarab containing Egyptian hieroglyphics that read ‘Royal Son of the Sun.’

     Thus Haggard captured most if not all of the elements that went into the intellectual aura fostered by B moves primarily in the first years of the talkies through the thirties.  That entailed things like the Curse of the Pharaohs, movies like The Mummy  melding into Wolf Man, Dracula, Frankenstein and African juju spells.  Things against which Europeans had no defense because the ancient magic was stronger than modern science, or so we were led to believe.  I can’t speak for others  but it took me a while to shake this oppressive spirit.  This was pretty strong stuff for my ten to twelve year old brain.  Not to mention being bombarded by The Creature From The Black Lagoon, The Thing and The Day The Earth Stood Still.  We wuz tried in the fire and come through good.

     The gist of it is that Leo’s ancestor Kallicrates lived in the time of the last Pharaoh Nectanebo as one of the royal family.  Spookier still Nectanebo was said to have fled Egypt before the conquering hordes, going to Macedon where he secretly impregnated Olympia, Philip’s wife, who then gave birth to Alexander which made him the rightful heir to the Pharaohship instroducing Greeks as rulers into his city of Alexandria.

     At any rate Kallicrates girl friend, Ayesha, killed him in a jealous rage.  The family nursing vengeance for all these two thousand years it is Vincey’s mission if he chooses to accept it, to follow the ancient map to the Caves of Kor and kill Ayesha or, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed who has been nursing regrets over killing Kallicrates two thousand years previously.  Listen to me, I’m tellin’ ya it’s all here.

     So Vincey, Holly and their man Job set out to find this place in Africa even more remote, if possible, than King Solomon’s Mines.  And a heck of a lot more hostile too.

     The trip out is some of Haggard’s finest writing.  They are to be looking for a rock formation on the coast in the shape of a gorilla’s head.  Sailing the coast they miraculously spot this head just as a terrific squall sends their felucca, dhow or other exotic ship from foreign  climes to the b ottom.

     But, even though the ship sinks they beat the reaper because they brought a boat containing unsinkable water tight compartments.   As the storm subsides the three survivors along with an Arab float into the mouth of the appropriate stream as though it were all foreordained.  What follows is some excellent writing with details I don’t need to recount.

     Suffice it to say they are dragging their boat along an ancient canal when they are accosted by men from Kor.  Ordinarily these guys would have speared them and moved on, no strangers needed in Kor.  Using her magic She had learned of Leo’s coming a week previously thus ordering their lives spared while they were to be brought to her.  Uh huh.

     The detailing is terrific, this book is tight and well organized.  It moves right along.  The land is under the thumb of She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed.  This is a tight Matriarchy as we now recognize not  just some strange place where a woman is in charge.

     While the three are entering the Caves of Kor, Leo Vincey, being the cynosure of all female eyes, a knockout named Ustane steps up and kisses him.  Not averse to a public display of affection Leo lays one on her back.  New to the area and not aware of the customs of the place Leo had just accepted Ustane as his woman.  In town for a few minutes and already married.  That’s the way things happen in this particular Matriarchy.  Ustane is now in conflict with Ayesha, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed.

     The stage is now set for the main drama when Ayesha recognizes Leo as her long lost Kallicrates come back from all those reincarnations at last.

     The exoteric Catholic Church is thus thrust aside in favor of all the heretical doctrines of the esoteric which have been bubbling under the Hot 100 for two thousand years.  These unfamiliar esoteric doctrines would become the mainstay and staple of science fiction/fantasy for the next one hundred years.

     Just as an example of how Burroughs probably learned esoterica, I became familiar with estoeric themes myself from reading 1950s science fiction and fantasy- Amazing Stories, William Tenn, Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury  and all that sort of stuff without realizing what I was taking in,  thus Burroughs surrounded by the Society for Psychical Research,  Camille Flammarion, George Du Maurier and Stevenson et al. naturally learned the esoteric language.  No mystery, he was speaking in tongues before he knew it.

      Leo is awaiting the summons from Ayesha which will be covered in Part III.

After 72 hours sick in bed
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i finally get to go out dancing, oo-yeah