Enchanted was, I think, the first explicitly erotic book I ever read. I loved how the author managed to blend fairytales deeply embedded into European lore with all manner of female sexual fantasies without it turning out obscene or somehow marring fond childhood memories. So, naturally, I was curious about the continuation of the series and went on to read Enchanted Again.
While the first collection of stories did enchant me, I’m afraid the second one had quite the opposite effect. Instead of garnering the magic that worked so well in the first book and building on it, the second collection focused way too much on squeezing in familiar fairytale-like characters and way too little on the magic and enchantment themselves.
First of all, the author’s choice of tales to base her stories on is entirely wrong. Most of them don’t even come from tales of yore, but rather nursery rhymes. What worked so well in the first book is that you got to build upon characters that already had their own original context, back story and lore. For instance, we all know the story of Beauty and the Beast or Snow White. No matter which version you prefer, you know that a righteous, virginal girl named Belle somehow ended up in a cursed castle run by a beast who used to be human royalty. After numerous trials and tribulations, the two of them fall in love and the strength of their bond lifts the beast’s enchantment. Many creators took this basic formula when building upon the story in subsequent renditions. Some stuck with Belle’s haughty sisters, others omitted them, some included dancing crockery, others left it out, some (Heaven help us) even translated it into CGI and so forth and so forth. The point I’m trying to make is that we should never underestimate a solid template. There is a reason certain stories never go out of fashion – it is because they keep building on the same template over and over again, building different aspects into the core narrative and adapting the story for each new generation. Just think about how many different Dracula movies there have been over the past one hundred and twenty years, with each new adaptation bringing something different to the core story, more or less successfully. Therefore, no matter what you do with Cinderella – be it sending her to space, having her fight dinosaurs or putting her in an erotic novella, her core narrative and her circumstances remain more or less the same, making her tale one that is easy to navigate and follow, even with all the extra adornations.
So, compare now, if you will, those core narratives of the Brothers Grimm princesses or, as they’re more commonly known today – the Disney princesses, with those of Humpty Dumpty or Georgie Porgie. What the hell do I or your average reader know about Humpty Dumpty? Humpty Dumpty was an egg that fell, Georgie Porgie a guy who kissed the girls and made them cry, Desperate Dan some unkempt strong guy. And that is pretty much it. They lack a solid, well-known back story, they lack motivation, circumstances and defining traits, bar a few perfunctory ones.
The issue lies precisely in this lack of characterisation. Once you decide to build upon a vague character from a vague in-universe, you are free to tag on to them any number of personality traits and life circumstances you want. This is something that would be infinitely more difficult to do to already established characters. For example, if someone told us Snow White was spiteful or malicious or lazy, that would be fine, in and of itself. There are plenty of great characters out there who happen to be spiteful, malicious or lazy. However, that character would cease to be Snow White. Snow White, as we know her, is diligent, conscientious and righteous. Her core traits are well-established and, while a few tweaks may be possible, her personality is pretty much set in stone. All we can do with her is change her circumstances and how she reacts to different external forces. By taking vague, insipid characters such as Georgie Porgie and making them protagonists or deuteragonists of their own stories, the author is pretty much at liberty to ascribe whichever traits she wants to these characters. And that brings me to my second point.
By creating a whole new character and then tagging a famous nursery rhyme name to it, the author has done exactly that – created a new character. I can sit down and create a character however I see fit and throw them in any number of made-up situations and then decide that character will be Superman. That, however, doesn’t make my character Superman. It just makes him an original character who occupies some fan-fiction-y universe, nothing more. What worked so well in the first collection of novellas was the familiarity of not only the characters’ names, but also their back stories and their already established personalities. It was easy to believe that even within her magical world, Cinderella was experiencing marital problems and had to teach her husband how to satisfy her beneath the sheets. It was easy to imagine Belle adjusting herself to the Beast’s umm... Magnitude, within the confines of an enchanted castle. That’s what made these stories enchanting. By comparison, the Desperate Dan of the author’s story shares little with his famous namesake. In the story, Dan is just some guy who makes elaborate sex toys for the satisfaction of women. That could make him any guy. By taking away the magical aspect of the stories, especially the well-known in-universes whose details are so famous they need not even be elaborated upon, the author ended up with just some guys and just some girls. The stories ceased to be about famous princesses having sex and became just tales of everyday people having sex. Which is all well and fine, but not in a collection titled Enchanted.
Another issue I have with this new collection is the markedly darker, bleaker tone. What defined the first collection was its joy for life and joy of sexual exploration, a message that should be heeded and embraced by women and men alike more so nowadays than in any other period, what with the Madonna-whore complex and a number of other difficulties women experience in today’s biased society. The second collection is not nearly as joyous or empowering to read about. Most stories end on very dark notes, with our heroines not only failing to obtain what they want, but also failing to draw any relevant conclusions from their experiences. They are far too judgemental, of themselves, of other women, of men, too jaded, and, frankly – too desperate. It’s one thing to pine after somebody who doesn’t want you and a completely different one to trick that somebody into being with you via black magic. So, in conclusion, the stories went from frustrated or entrapped princesses getting what they wanted through personal sexual liberation to desperate everyday women getting some sexual satisfaction, which soon enough turns out to be very shallow and fleeting, and then walking out the door as neither transformed characters, nor empowering role models. And where, I ask you, is the joy, the playfulness, the enchantment in that?