message is strangely familiar.
Pauline Reage, the major promoter of
a piece of metaphysical veracity, sees the function,
or very existence, of the man-master, as the glorification of the woman-slave. Her thesis is that to be a slave is to have power:
. . . the all powerful slave, dragging herself along the
ground at her master’s heels, is now really the god.
The man is only her priest, living in fear and trembling
of her displeasure. His sole function is to perform the
various ceremonies that center around the sacred object. 5
With the logic indigenous to our dual-role culture, the
slave is here transmuted into the source of power. What
price power, one asks in despair.
her power takes is that she “drag herself along the
ground at her master’s heels. ”
The man, Reage instructs us, has the
power because he wields the whip. That illusion marks
for Reage the distance between carnal knowledge and
what is, more profoundly, true:
Yes, men are foolish to expect us to revere them when,
in the end, they amount to almost nothing. Woman,
like man himself, can only worship at the shrine o f
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that abused body, now loved and now reviled, subjected to every humiliation, but which is, after all, her own. The man, in this particular affair, stays in one
piece: he is the true worshiper, aspiring in vain to
become one with his god.
The woman, on the contrary, although just as much
of a true worshiper and possessed of that same anxious
regard (for herself) is also the divine object, violated,
endlessly sacrificed yet always reborn, whose only joy,
achieved through a subtle interplay of images, lies in
contemplation of herself. 6
Having noted in the last chapter Reage’s extraordinary
facility with the double-double think, which she uses
here with her usual skill, I must take exception to her
conclusions. It is surprising that the worship o f the
divine object, the woman as victim and executioner,
should involve
o f a male priest. Surely if woman is so willing to be the
giver and the offering, if as “the divine object, violated,
endlessly sacrificed yet always reborn” her “only joy. . .
lies in contemplation o f herself, ” a man is extraneous.
Surely, with such divine endowments and attendant
satisfactions, she need not be coaxed or seduced into