Patrick McEvoy-Halston Marc Aramini I don't buy that Silk isn't fiercely fixated on Hyacinth proper, only I'm not sure that it is really love for another person. In psychoanalytic, object-relations theory, there's explorations of people who relate to those they "love" as "object" to "self," rather than "self" to "other." That is, the other person fundamentally represents a youthful version of their own selves, that they, serving as a parent they would have wished for in their own lives... someone who is dutiful, loyal and loving, "love," thereby providing them with once-denied/lacking nourishment. Hyacinth... is of a young, naïve, girl's mind, who is pathetic but also absolutely adorable in her trying to tease Silk in her sincerely meant letter to him... she's to be kept and held forever in this pet form. Silk in "loving" her is in fact giving love to a much younger version of himself, that we've barely had chance to see in the text but represents the early vulnerability of us all, and especially those who've felt a strong feeling of distance from their own mothers. He can't extricate himself from this need, even as part of him has grown beyond it... to recognize the greater adult compatability that is him and Kypris. As Musk is to Blood... a fetish of "perfection," startling obvious and clumsy but resolutely adorable and courageous Hyacinth is to the knowing Silk. No one who is like this represents resolute goodness, as he's possessed of a very unfortunate perversion no one is around to help him escape. The suicidal impulse owes... ultimately to the Outsider, I suppose, in giving him a kind of childhood that would give him sight of mature love, but make difficult to impossible the path to it. This is really too bad... for the reader, because a mature relationship between Kypris and Silk would have been sublimely interesting to explore and encounter, as one would have been between Barnes and Serpentina in "Free, Live Free," as they folded into superior selves. Silk chasing after Hyacinth at the end of "Exodus" is one of the most pathetic things in sight... who'd want to exert much effort to reclaim that doomed soul. A great, great tragedy.
Patrick McEvoy-Halston November 28 at 10:36 AM Why does Severian make almost no effort to develop sustained empathy for Jolenta -- no interest in her roots, what made her who she was -- even as she features so much in the first part of the narrative? Her fate at the end is one sustained gross happenstance after another... Severian has repeated sex with her while she lay half drugged, an act he argues later he imagines she wanted -- even as he admits it could appear to some, bald "rape" -- but which certainly followed his discussion of her as someone whom he could hate so much it invited his desire to destroy her; Severian abandons her to Dr. Talus, who had threatened to kill her if she insisted on clinging to him; Baldanders robs her of her money; she's sucked at by blood bats, and, finally, left at death revealed discombobulated of all beauty... a hunk of junk, like that the Saltus citizens keep heaped away from their village for it ruining their preferred sense
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