X-Women - Claremont & Milo Manara

When I was in high school I loved summer vacations. It was a real pleasure to simply wake up late and read comic books for hours, without a care in the world. Back then, most of the comics I used to read were European publications. I was familiar with the work of legendary artists such as Milo Manara, Esteban Maroto, Horacio Altuna, Moebius, Eleuteri Serpieri, José Ortiz, Sergio Toppi, Vicente Segrelles, Tanino Liberatore, etc. All of them were truly magnificent and incredibly talented; in fact, their pages were so beautiful and attractive that no reader could resist being seduced.

Perhaps, one of the most famous artists of this list is the Italian Milo Manara, a man who became famous for his voluptuous women, for his lascivious paintings and for the unbridled sexual energy that seemed to permeate every one of his drawings. As an illustrator, only a few can rival against him, as a master of the erotic art, even fewer can compare to him.

So I was absolutely delighted when I heard Manara would be providing pencils and inks for X-Men, or rather for an X-Women one shot. I knew I had to buy it and so I did. Veteran writer Chris Claremont concocted a fun story, with slightly silly plot twists that are naïve enough to be entertaining. The Claremont of 2009 couldn’t be further away from the Claremont of the late 70s and early 80s, but maybe there is something refreshing in this unpretentious approach, in this lack of grandiloquence, in this methodology of amusement that seeks only to elicit a complicit smile from the readers. 

Sexy outfits for Kitty Pryde & Rachel Summers /
trajes sexy para Kitty Pryde y Rachel Summers

“X-Women” starts with Rogue, Storm, Kitty Pride, Psylocke and Rachel Summers going to Greece for a much needed week of rest and relaxation. It’s such a joy to see these women, perhaps the most beautiful and powerful of the Marvel Universe, getting drunk and partying like there is no tomorrow. 

It seems to me that Claremont was comfortable enough with Manara that he simply left the driving seat to him and tagged along for the rest of the journey as a courteous copilot. And possibly that’s why we get to see some sequences that would be unthinkable in a regular X-Men comic. I’m talking about the constant presence of lesbian undertones and homoerotic elements. We have gay couples in bed, in a deluxe Mediterranean cruise; or openly lesbian couples lovingly fondling each other in the cosmopolite parties attended by the young mutants.

I think it’s evident that the star here is Manara, so I’d like to share with you some of my opinions. The cover is a wonderful example of visual attractiveness, and in addition to the sexy poses of the X-Women there is also a horror element (the skull), something that disturbs this otherwise paradisiac scenery.

Of course, just like so many of his predecessors, Manara takes every chance he has to redesign the uniform of the heroines. Rachel Summers and Kitty Pryde exude sensuality in their new outfits; in the waterfall scene, we get a delightful dance that shows the best attributes of Kitty Pryde, Rogue and Storm. Manara is also amazing when it comes to depicting lighthearted moments, Kitty’s incursion through the cruise is priceless. However, one of my favorite compositions is the double page spread in which the X-Women are captured and taken to an “airplane graveyard”. The final page is an extraordinary illustration that mixes pin-up sensibilities with an inimitable joie de vivre. Rogue, Storm, Kitty Pryde, Psylocke, Rachel Summers and Emma Frost look hotter than ever. 

Extraordinary erotic choreography / extraordinaria coreografía erótica

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Kitty Pryde invading the privacy of a gay couple /
Kitty Pryde invadiendo la privacidad de una pareja gay

Cuando estaba en secundaria me encantaban las vacaciones de verano. Era un verdadero placer simplemente levantarme tarde y leer cómics por horas, sin ninguna preocupación. En ese entonces, la mayoría de cómics que leía eran publicaciones europeas. Estaba familiarizado con la obra de artistas legendarios como Milo Manara, Esteban Maroto, Horacio Altuna, Moebius, Eleuteri Serpieri, José Ortiz, Sergio Toppi, Vicente Segrelles, Tanino Liberatore, etc. Todos ellos eran verdaderamente magníficos e increíblemente talentosos; de hecho, sus páginas eran tan hermosas y atractivas que ningún lector podría resistirse a ser seducido.

Tal vez uno de los artistas más famosos de esta lista es el italiano Milo Manara, un hombre que se volvió famoso por sus mujeres voluptuosas, sus pinturas lascivas y por la energía sexual desatada que parecía permear cada uno de sus dibujos. Como ilustrador, sólo unos pocos pueden rivalizar con él, como maestro del arte erótico, son incluso menos los que pueden compararse a él.

Así que quedé encantado cuando escuché que Manara proporcionaría lápices y tintas a los X-Men, o más bien a las X-Women. Sabía que tenía que comprarlo y así lo hice. El veterano escritor Chris Claremont ensambla una divertida historia, con giros argumentales ligeramente tontos pero que tienen la ingenuidad necesaria para ser entretenidos. El Claremont de 2009 no podría estar más alejado del Claremont de fines de los 70s y principios de los 80s, pero quizás hay algo refrescante en este enfoque sin pretensiones, en esta ausencia de grandilocuencia, en esta metodología de lo ameno que busca únicamente provocar una sonrisa cómplice en los lectores.

X-Women captured / las Mujeres X capturadas

“X-Women” empieza con Rogue, Storm, Kitty Pryde, Psylocke y Rachel Summers, quienes van a Grecia para una muy merecida semana de descanso y relajo. Es todo un disfrute ver a estas mujeres, tal vez las más bellas y poderosas del Universo Marvel, emborrachándose y yendo a fiestas sin parar.

joie de vivre

Me parece que Claremont estaba lo suficientemente cómodo con Manara como para dejarle el asiento del conductor y acompañarlo durante el resto del viaje como un cortés copiloto. Y posiblemente por eso es que vemos algunas secuencias que serían impensables en un cómic habitual de X-Men. Hablo de la constante presencia de tonos lésbicos y elementos homoeróticos. Tenemos parejas gay en cama, en un crucero mediterráneo de lujo; o parejas abiertamente lesbianas que se acarician entre sí amorosamente en las fiestas cosmopolitas a las que asisten las jóvenes mutantes. 

Creo que es evidente que la estrella aquí es Manara, así que me gustaría compartir con vosotros algunas de mis opiniones. La portada es un maravilloso ejemplo de atractivo visual, y además de las poses sexy de las Mujeres X, también hay un elemento de terror (el cráneo), algo que perturba este escenario paradisíaco.

Desde luego, al igual que muchos de sus predecesores, Manara aprovecha todas las oportunidades para rediseñar el uniforme de las heroínas. Rachel Summers y Kitty Pryde exudan sensualidad en sus nuevos trajes; en la escena de la cascada, tenemos una deliciosa danza que muestra los mejores atributos de Kitty Pryde, Rogue y Storm. Manara también es asombroso en los momentos más desenfadados, la incursión de Kitty a través del crucero es inmejorable. Sin embargo, una de mis composiciones favoritas es la página doble en la que las Mujeres X son capturadas y llevadas a un "cementerio de aviones". La página final es una ilustración extraordinaria que mezcla sensibilidades de pin-up con un inimitable joie de vivre. Rogue, Storm, Kitty Pryde, Psylocke, Rachel Summers y Emma Frost se ven más candentes que nunca.

Fernando de la Jara “Poesía visual” (Galería Lucía de la Puente)

It’s a peculiar experience having no one else around. Although if there is nobody around… you are not necessarily alone. Solitude is, in fact, an incomplete and unique way of living in this world. Ancient myths have tried to explain this situation. Human beings are devoured by love because of the immense necessity of finding a mythic original unit. You try to find someone else as if you were searching for a lost part of your own body; and you are in pain if you do not find that part. Loneliness has a very tight bond with communication; we are forced to communicate, even when we don’t want or can’t communicate with other people. However, we have the conviction of someone else’s existence and we are aware of how much we need that person. Deep inside, in our intimate conviction of someone else’s existence and in our painful experience of their absence, therein lies the sentiment of solitude. To become alone it is mandatory wanting to be two, at least, or having been two and preserving the respective nostalgia.

There can be three different categories of loneliness. The first one is the result of the death of a very dear friend or relative. The second category consists in organizing the other’s absence, we exist because they’re looking at us, but we have no control over their eyes or their presence. Our existence depends on the other person, jeopardizing our own independence. Then fear forces us to run away from the other, to forget them, in an attempt of regaining control of the situation. We disappear to make the other one disappear. We rush into loneliness because we are so afraid of being alone. We surrender to solitude, and there is always the risk of getting used to it. The third category is idealization; the other exists because of us, and we see in them what we wish to see, we project intuitions, ideas and illusions; we create an imaginary being. But what happens when the other shatters our fantasies? We walk away and we find out that we were always alone, since the very beginning. Reality doesn’t meet our expectations and therefore we become lonely beings. A totally happy solitude is impossible; nonetheless, in a mature way loneliness can be something positive. It is a learning path that allows us to accept our frustration and also to get rid of obsessive socializing with others. We have to find the balance, we have to feel comfortable when we are lonely if we want to feel comfortable with someone else.

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Uno de los grandes aciertos de la galería Lucía de la Puente es apostar siempre por la innovación. Mientras otras galerías tienen tendencias más o menos marcadas, Lucía de la Puente se esfuerza por sorprendernos en cada muestra. Este miércoles, por ejemplo, se inauguró la muestra de Fernando de la Jara “Poesía visual”, compuesta de una multitud de cuadros con una evidente carga erótica, que sin caer en excesos ni facilismos, transmite sutilmente todo un universo libidinal contenido, reprimido y a punto de estallar. La mayoría de las pinturas se centran en un antes y en un después, nunca en el acto en sí mismo, y quizá en ello, en la negación de la imagen obvia, reside su mayor fuerza. Paralelamente también se inauguraba “Mutación y desborde” de Kenji Nakama, un artista que se apropia del papel, papel periódico, papel de las guías telefónicas, etc., para crear un original recorrido escultórico (especialmente destacables son los caracoles de papel).

En esta ocasión me encontré con Ramiro Llona y Meritxell Thorndike, resulta divertido que hayamos coincidido tanto el miércoles como el jueves durante la semana del arte, y justamente comentamos eso. También conversé con el artista Dare Dovidjenko, que me preguntó cómo iba el asunto de mis cómics en THE GATHERING (pronto haré algunos anuncios aquí mismo). Me senté en una de las mesas del café de la galería con Lorenzo Osores (que me sugirió que visitase su muestra inaugurada la semana pasada), mientras descansaba de todos los vasos de Johnnie Walker Black Label que había tomado durante la noche. Aunque quizá la mayor sorpresa del evento fue encontrarme con uno de mis amigos de la facultad de literatura de la Católica, Gabriel Meseth de Bona, a quien no veía desde hacía mucho tiempo.

Esta semana también aproveché para visitar la muestra en homenaje al escritor Oswaldo Reynoso “El tesoro de la juventud” en el Centro Cultural de España. Los artistas que participan son Christian Bendayán (pintura), Diego Lama (video), Germán Ballesteros (instalación), Haroldo Higa (instalación), Jaime Higa (pintura), Miguel Aguirre (pintura), Piero Quijano (dibujo), Sheila Alvarado (ilustración), Eduardo Tokeshi (pintura), el colectivo Supay (fotografía); y la artista visual española Carmela García y Rep (caricaturista argentino).

A continuación incluyo algunos de los trabajos que me llamaron la atención, la magnífica ilustración a blanco y negro es de Sheila Alvarado. Y la última imagen responde a la pregunta que algunos me han hecho… ¿por qué no hago algo en estilo manga? Simplemente porque no se me da muy bien.

Lost Girls - Alan Moore

“Desire’s a strange land one discovers as a child, where nothing makes the slightest sense” (Book 1: VI, 3). Forget everything you knew about desire, this is one of the most lucid approaches anyone could ask for about a most fascinating subject.

We have heard much about how controversial Alan Moore’s Lost Girls was and still is: forbidden in some countries, withheld by custom officers in others, we could easily dismiss it as a polemic work and thus leave it forever imprisoned into whatever mental drawer we put our taboos and scandalous items. Nonetheless, it would be a gross error to do so. Moore’s work is highly literary and profoundly intellectual, it has nothing to envy to “serious” novels or academic authors. Using well-established literary creations such as Alice (from Wonderland), Dorothy (from the land of Oz) and Wendy (from Neverland), this long-bearded British man has, once again, made an innovation in the 9th art that perhaps will go unnoticed by some.

Let’s make a quick review, chapter by chapter, of what exactly are those innovations, and why is it that Moore has put so much thought into each and every one of these lavishly illustrated pages.

Everyone familiar with bedtime stories knows about mirrors. A Mirror is a magic and powerful thing. But then again, in real life, mirrors are that which help us define ourselves, at least according to psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan. In Lacanian theory, the mirror stage starts when the child is between six and twelve months old: unable to walk properly, to talk fluently, unable even to control sphincters and thus bodily emissions; the child, indeed, is a clumsy, messy, unfinished creature, not at all like the adults he sees constantly. Then, one day, the mother will point at the mirror and say “that boy in the mirror is you”. This means that a reflected image turns into the first “self” (at that age, to perceive oneself as a whole is quite a task), but this is nothing but an ideal image, for the boy is not the reflection captured by the mirror. However, in the mirror he is whole, he is that which the mother wants him to be, and thus, submitting to the desire of the mother, the child faces the intense dynamic of inter-subjective desire. But why should any of this psychoanalytic mumble-jumble have any relevance to “The Mirror”, the first chapter of Book One? Because every frame in this chapter is, indeed, a mirror, Alice’s mirror, that reflects what’s going on in her life. Her casual lesbian encounters, her masturbatory sessions, but also the desire of the mother, translated into the desire of the mother’s servants, who besiege Alice and affirm that no lady with such good upbringing should act like her. Indeed, by violating every taboo of a society too true to Victorian ideals, Alice defies the desire of the mother (she admits being “most unladylike”), and thus rejects that idealized image of her in the mirror.

“Silver Shoes”, the second chapter, deals again with childhood experiences and the conformation of the “self”. Here Dorothy, a young woman from Kansas, arrives to the Himmelgarten hotel. There, a good looking gentleman woos her, complimenting her on her lovely silver shoes. Is this man fixated on high heels? Well, of course he is. Footwear has always been one of the main fetishes in classic psychoanalytic theory. Freud, for example, used to say that all women desired the man's penis (he was no feminist, of course). A woman was somehow incomplete because of the lack of penis. Other authors have stated that foot fetishism starts at a very early age: A child, any child, is playing on the floor and raises his head to look at his mother, looking through the mother's skirt, he realizes she does not have a penis, and therefore she is incomplete. And the young boy suffers as he stumbles upon this discovery. And he suffers so much for it that he wishes to fill that void, to replace that lack of penis with something else, hence he looks down to the floor again and he stares at her mother's shoes, and unconsciously he turns those shoes into the penis, thus replacing the absence with something else. The shoes could be seen as a symbolic penis; Lacan, for example, would later re-elaborate the theory explaining that the high heel shoes would function as the mother's phallus, a phallus which has been previously denied by the father. It’s no wonder, then, that Dorothy is seduced by Mr. Bauer, and while walking in the gardens, she gives in to the man’s advances. She, however, cannot foresee that all that Bauer cares about is ejaculating onto her precious silver shoes. It would be fair to assume that only fetishism drives Bauer around.

The third chapter is titled “Missing Shadows” and is linked to one of Alice’s earliest assertions on Plato’s philosophy. If we remember the cavern allegory in “The Republic”, then we will accept that the “real world” is but a world of shadows, “mere reflections” that could barely bear some resemblance to the “ideal world”. Only one of the smartest writers could pull this off so coherently. Moore has already let us know Alice’s opinion on Platonic theories. And in this chapter, the world of shadows becomes more real and intense than reality. Wendy arrives to the hotel with her white-haired husband, who pays little attention to her and seems more concerned with an erotic book filled with lascivious illustrations. Melinda Gebbie’s talent shines even more displaying many different artistic styles here, the one referring to the erotic publication is reminiscent to illustrators of the 19th century, and even the details of the capital letters are revealing: every letter shows men and / or women engaged into some form of sexual activity creating with their bodies the silhouette of a given letter. There is indeed a great deal of unresolved sexual tension in this marriage, as it’s made obvious by dialogue and facial expressions, but the best part is the shadow game. In front of a source of light, Wendy plays with a needle, gives her husband a sealed document, and takes some clothes out of her luggage, meanwhile her husband holds the document, wrapped up as a cylinder, talks to her, and in the end lets the seal fall to the floor. This apparently harmless scene, however, is seen as a very graphic fellatio and anal penetration, as the shadows behind them mirror not what truly happens but that which is sexually repressed. We must not forget either, the typical game of Peter Pan chasing after his rebellious shadow, and Wendy then stitching it back to his owner.

The next two chapters are a wonderful exercise of different perspectives coming together to tell one complete story. Chapter four, “Poppies”, shows the moment in which Alice, known by all as Lady Fairchild, invites Miss Gale, the young American, to her table; the girl from Kansas, of course, is no other than Dorothy. In a nearby table, Wendy and her husband Harold are also having dinner. After the meal is over, the two women retire to Lady Fairchild’s room. In there, after smoking laudanum, they start caressing each other, it’s not long before mutual cunnilingus absorbs their attention completely. As they reach climax, they hear strange sounds coming from the next room, the room which houses a certain married couple. Chapter five, “Straight On Till Morning”, shows what happens in Wendy and Harold’s table. There he complains continuously about the effeminate characteristics of Art Nouveau, as well as the mild mannered gestures of the hotel’s owner; once they finish eating, they go to their room at the same time Alice and Dorothy reach theirs. Overhearing part of what’s going on in the next room, Harold imagines the two women naked, one with a whip and the other on the receiving end. Then, as things progress, Harold enters into even more wild fantasies, while Wendy goes over arithmetic procedures in her head. At one moment, she gets into the tub and cries out. Her husband asks her what’s wrong and she answers that the water was too hot. This moment, however, is interpreted as a post-coitus conversation by the two women in the previous chapter.


In chapter six, “Queens Together”, Alice and Dorothy are having sex outdoors, but amidst the bushes they sense someone else staring at them. The two women quickly confront the voyeur who turns out to be Wendy. The three of them then take some time to talk about personal issues and share confidences.


“The Twister”, chapter eight, focuses mainly on Dorothy, as she narrates a paramount moment in her childhood. At 15 years old of age, an enormous twister menaces to shatter her house. Fearing for her life, she regrets dying a virgin, and soon finds herself aroused and decides to do that which she is not supposed to do (she also uses the word “unladylike”): pleasuring herself. She admits being wet down there and proceeds to satisfy herself with her fingers. Her orgasm also marks the twister’s disappearance but also her relocation to what she believes to be the Land of Oz. It’s Wendy’s turn in chapter nine, “Come Away, Come Away”; in this occasion she remembers her first encounter with a boy who had knelt down on top of a naked girl “shoving backwards and forwards”. At night, talking about this weird moment with her two brothers, she finds out the same boy climbing up to her room. There, the three of them receive them and ask for an explanation. To this, Peter Pan lowers his trousers and proceeds to explain the nature of “happy thoughts” while Wendy’s brothers start rubbing each other penises. Wendy also touches Peter Pan’s “affair”, as she calls it, and a few minutes later, her brothers ejaculate onto her bed, while Peter Pan does the same over her body. Finally, in chapter nine, “Looking Glass House”, Alice explains how a friend of her father invites her to accompany him. The bald, anxious man then proceeds to teach her to seat down as ladies should, but of course, that’s not enough, he makes her drink a mysterious liquid that never ends, and as she starts feeling hot, the man suggests that she should remove her clothes. During this “statutory rape” scene, Alice imagines that a girl identical to her comes out of the mirror to have sex with her.


The last episode of Book One “Older Girls” is chapter ten, “Stravinsky”. Here, Lady Fairchild has invited Wendy and Harold, as well as Dorothy and Mr. Bauer to the ballet inauguration in Paris. There, while ecstatically admiring the dancers, Alice, sitting in the middle, will proceed to kiss Dorothy, at her right, and then Wendy, at her left. Of course, then she will place one hand on Dorothy’s thigh, and the other hand on Wendy’s bosom. As the two men grow bored watching the ballet, the three women have the time of their lives.


Books two and three of Lost Girls dig even deeper into the three women’s psyche. Sex plays a fundamental part in this psychic and physical exploration. Sex humanizes characters such as the scarecrow, the lion and the tin man in Dorothy’s Land of Oz. Nonetheless, sexual acts become potentially dangerous in Wendy’s Neverland; after all here Captain Hook is a pedophile whose main goal is to molest Peter Pan and Tinker Bell is more of a sexual victim than a fairy. Finally, Alice finds refugee in the home of a mature lesbian that will force her into acts of such depravity that at the end will become insufferable.


When Austria’s archduke is assassinated World War I is upon the protagonists, but when everyone flees from the hotel the owner (a gay writer of erotic books) and part of the staff stay behind, only to partake in wild orgies for entire days. With unflinching ease, Dorothy will understand the power of sex; Wendy, previously seen as a shy and subjugated character, will no longer feel ashamed or diminished; and at last, but not least, Alice will reevaluate her entire life thus feeling more comfortable with her sexuality than ever before.


In a thoroughly orchestrated journey, this elliptic narration draws near to the end as the penultimate chapter mirrors the first one: it’s all about mirrors and what do they mean. In this case, Alice’s mirror no longer reflects the characters we met on the first pages, since they have changed and evolved. If the mirror was the key in identity conformation, then it’s no surprise to realize that once these women have reached their true selves, the idealized images on the glass surface are no longer vital. Last chapter is, perhaps, a subtle but touching adage that reminds us that, although some may doubt it, to make love is always a better option than to make war.


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LOST GIRLS


“El Deseo es una tierra extraña que uno descubre de niño, en donde nada tiene el más mínimo sentido” (Libro 1: VI, 3). Olviden todo lo que sabían sobre el deseo, por fin existe un trabajo totalmente lúcido sobre un tema complicado pero fascinante.


Lost Girls de Alan Moore es una obra controversial: prohibida en varios países, retenida por aduanas en otros, fácilmente podría ser descartada como uno de esos trabajos polémicos que quedan encerrados en algún recinto de nuestra mente en donde guardamos nuestros tabús y pensamientos escandalosos. Pero sería un grave error hacer justamente eso con esta novela gráfica. Utilizando creaciones literarias bien establecidas tales como Alicia (del país de las maravillas), Dorothy (de la tierra de Oz) y Wendy (de la tierra de nunca jamás), el conocido autor británico ha logrado, una vez más, innovar el noveno arte.


Hagamos una rápida revisión, capítulo por capítulo, para entender por qué Moore le ha dedicado tanto tiempo y reflexión a estas páginas.


Todos los que estén familiarizados con las historias infantiles, sabrán reconocer la importancia de los espejos, estos objetos mágicos y poderosos que a menudo juegan un papel clave. Los espejos también nos definen, al menos de acuerdo con psicoanalistas de la talla de Jacques Lacan. En la teoría lacaniana la etapa del espejo hace referencia a un niño entre 6 y 12 meses; es decir, una criatura incompleta, vulnerable, incapaz de caminar con soltura o incluso de controlar sus esfínteres: la viva antítesis de los adultos que lo rodean. Hasta que un día la madre señala al espejo y le dice “ese niño de allí eres tú”. Esto significa que su imagen reflejada se convierte en su primer ideal del ‘yo’; en el espejo él es un ser completo, es lo que la madre quiere que sea; y de este modo enfrenta por primera vez la intensa dinámica del deseo intersubjetivo. Pero olvidémonos de todas estas charlatanerías teóricas, ¿qué importancia tendrían en relación al primer caso? El libro uno comienza con “El Espejo”. Cada viñeta de este capítulo es, de hecho, un espejo; en realidad, es el espejo de Alicia que refleja los eventos cotidianos de su vida: sus furtivos encuentros lésbicos, sus sesiones masturbatorias, y la desaprobación de la moral tradicional, representada aquí no por una madre hostigadora sino por las sirvientas de la madre que nerviosamente se preguntan cómo una dama de buena educación puede caer en situaciones tan aberrantes. Cuando Alicia rechaza su imagen idealizada también desafía el deseo de la madre.


El segundo capítulo, "Zapatos de plata", se centra también en experiencias de la infancia y en la conformación del "sí mismo". Cuando Dorothy, una joven de Kansas, llega al hotel Himmelgarten, es seducida por un apuesto caballero que elogia su calzado plateado. ¿Se trata de un hombre con un fetiche por los tacones altos? Vaya que sí. Se trata, desde luego, del fetichismo más clásico. Freud (que por supuesto no era feminista) afirmaba que todas las mujeres envidiaban el pene del hombre; la mujer, de algún modo, estaba incompleta al no tener pene. Un niño jugaba en el suelo y, de casualidad, levantaba la vista, a través de la falda de su madre descubría que había una ausencia de pene; así, descubría que su madre era un ser incompleto, por ello el niño, desesperado por suplir esa falta, al bajar la vista veía los zapatos de la mujer, y por lo tanto reemplazaba simbólicamente al pene con esos zapatos. Para Lacan, estos zapatos de tacones altos servirían como el falo de la madre, un falo que habría sido previamente negado por el padre. Cuando Dorothy cede a los avances del señor Bauer no es capaz de predecir que la única intención de su compañero es embadurnar con semen sus finos zapatos argentados.


"Sombras perdidas" nos remite a una de las afirmaciones de Alicia sobre teoría platónica. Si recordamos la alegoría de la caverna, aceptaremos que el mundo real es un mundo de sombras, simples reflejos que guardan una vaga similitud con el mundo de las ideas. No obstante, aquí el mundo de las sombras es mucho más intenso y real que la propia realidad. Wendy llega al hotel con su esposo, un hombre canoso y amargado que no le presta atención y que parece más interesado en un libro con ilustraciones eróticas que encuentra en su habitación. La tensión sexual no resuelta es evidente en la pareja. De pronto una fuente de luz proyecta sombras en la pared de la alcoba; Wendy está zurciendo calcetines, guardando ropa de las maletas, y alcanzándole un documento (envuelto de forma cilíndrica) a su marido; no obstante, las sombras muestran algo muy distinto: una fellatio y una penetración anual. Y es que las sombras no muestran lo que sucede sino lo que realmente ocurre al interior de estos personajes. Además, no deja de ser divertida la referencia al juego de Peter Pan y su sombra rebelde, y a la habilidad de Wendy de coser la sombra al cuerpo de Peter Pan.


En los capítulos siguientes vemos cómo las tres mujeres se conocen, y cómo cada una de ellas recuerda estas experiencias mágicas y extrañas de su pasado. Así, para Dorothy, el momento en el que un tornado amenaza con destruir su granja en Kansas sirve para que ella se cuestione sobre la utilidad de morir virgen (como una dama), y cómo la excitación sexual la recorre mientras decide, ya que no tiene nada que perder, masturbarse libre de culpas, como nunca antes. Mientras Wendy recuerda su primer encuentro con Peter Pan, a quien ve desnudo y "agachado" sobre una chica, mientras ambos practican movimientos que la niña no logra comprender. Cuando Peter Pan aparece en la habitación de Wendy, procede a explicarle a ella y a sus dos hermanos la naturaleza de los "pensamientos felices" (esos que son necesarios para volar), mientras los hermanos de Wendy se masturban mutuamente, Wendy se encarga de facilitarle dicha labor a Peter Pan, hasta que en una escena final los tres eyaculan juntos. Finalmente Alicia explica cómo la inesperada visita de un amigo de su padre la toma de manera desprevenida, especialmente cuando este sujeto calvo le sujeta las piernas con el pretexto de enseñarle a sentarse "como una dama", mientras que la hace beber un líquido misterioso que no parece acabarse nunca para luego desnudarla y proceder a otras actividades.


Los libros dos y tres indagan mucho más sobre la psique de estas tres mujeres. Y el sexo se convierte en la clave de esta exploración física y psíquica. El sexo humaniza a personajes como el espantapájaros, el león cobarde y el hombre de hojalata. Sin embargo, los actos sexuales son potencialmente peligrosos en el entorno de Wendy, sobre todo cuando el capitán Garfio es un pedófilo que solamente quiere ultrajar a Peter Pan (y de paso a Campanita). Finalmente, Alicia encuentra refugio en el hogar de una lesbiana que la obliga a participar en actos de tal depravación que ella no podrá soportar...


Cuando el archiduque de Austria es asesinado, empieza la primera guerra mundial. Mientras todos huyen, el dueño del hotel (un escritor gay de literatura erótica) y su personal organizan orgías que incluyen a las protagonistas. Así, Dorothy entenderá el poder del sexo; Wendy, previamente vista como una mujer subyugada e insegura ya no se sentirá avergonzada de nada; Alicia reevaluará su vida y aprenderá a sentirse por fin cómoda con su propia sexualidad.


La narración elíptica de Moore conecta las primeras páginas con el penúltimo capítulo, nuevamente centrado exclusivamente en el espejo de Alicia. Pero la superficie ya no refleja a las mujeres del inicio de la historia, sino a personajes que se han redefinido, que han madurado y que al fin se aceptan a sí mismas. Ya no hace falta estar a la altura de la imagen idealizada del espejo porque ellas por fin pueden ser lo que realmente son. El último capítulo es un sentido adagio que nos recuerda por qué, en última instancia, es mejor hacer el amor que hacer la guerra.

Pleasing the master / Complaciendo al amo

Last Saturday was such a great day. Once a year I have lunch with María Fe, the friend I have been working with in the past couple of months in Viceversa, and with Fabián, who was our elementary and high school teacher. He's now a successful psychoanalyst but it's always so much fun to meet and talk about our lives and compare things, how they are now and how they were when we were his students. And it's always so much fun. It's curious, but every time I talk to other people nobody believes me I have such good relationships with some of my school teachers, but that's the way our school was, few students and really personalized education. Even the doorman knew everyone by name (and still remembers me even when I've finished high school 9 years ago). Besides the typical jokes only the 3 of us know, we usually make other people laugh, like after lunch our ex-teacher went to buy stuff for Christmas and he made one of the store clerks to try one of those machines to make the hair straight or curly on María Fe, and then he made the clerk took a picture of us holding her hair. Needless, to say everyone was laughing there. It was a very good day. Too bad it's only once a year.



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What is the nature of Christmas? Isn’t it to please the other? If it is so, then there is nothing more appropriate to this date than the following drawing, which I inked with a nib over a pencilled sketch (which I’m also posting). If you want a better view of the details, as usual, just click on the image.


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Nunca he sido bueno a la hora de dar saludos navideños, así es que ahora no haré el intento. Lo que sí sabré hacer, de manera más apropiada o al menos más entretenida, es hacer un recuento del año ahora que solamente queda una semana más de 2010. ¿Cuál es la fuerza que nos mueve durante estas fechas de arbolitos decorados y regalos? ¿Cuál es, como diría Aristóteles, el motor invisible? ¿Nos acaso la idea de complacer al otro? Si es así, entonces mi próxima dibujo no podría ser más navideño ni aunque fuese un Papa Noel.


Entintado con plumilla sobre un boceto a lápiz (que incluyo). Como siempre, basta con hacer click en la imagen para ver una versión más detallada.