Squick or Squee 2011, #1

We have a few days before we start the publication of Bridget O’Brian’s sexy adventure in Chapter Two of Study Abroad, and I’ve noticed that we’re closing in on Halloween, which mean that it’s time for our Second Annual Squick or Squee week (or a little less) here at Erotic Mad Science:  a time to celebrate images that might leave audience opinion a little bit…divided?

Our first entry this year is from our old friend and interview partner Dr. Robo, who came up with this panel for King of Hooter County p. 52.

Presented by kind permission of the artist.  Tasty!

Fun Comic: Pretty Vacant

One of the many pleasures of running Erotic Mad Science is that I can share fun examples of people who are following their own inspirations, even (no, especially) when they’re a bit odd.  And today I have one to share.

Distilling many pop-cultural inspirations, of which perhaps the most central was an outrageous 1966 spy-thriller Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die (very hard to find, though there is a trailer on YouTube), writer John Villalino has been busy creating his own comics series, Pretty Vacant.  And it’s a blast!

Gorgeous athletes are disappearing, only to show up in images as astonishingly lifelike mannequins produced by the shady Still Life Corporation.  I don’t want to give away spoilers on the plot, except to note that something very A.S.F.R.-ish is going on…

Uh oh.  Will an athlete heroine and a heroic accountant (yes, heroic accountant) be able to save their friends from a fate prettier than death?  Well, you’ll have to read the comic to find out.  You can get in touch with John Villalino via his contact page here.

As for Kiss the Girls…  embedded for your convenience.

Liquid Girl in serious fiction

Reading Nicholson Baker‘s House of Holes: A Book of Raunch has been on my “yeah, I should get to that” list for a while now, but Susie Bright‘s charming interview with Baker on this week’s edition of In Bed with Susie Bright got me motivated to actually get a-reading.  I have not been disappointed:  this is the work of an erotic master.  It is infeasible for me to do justice to the weird dream-logic the governs the fictional setting that makes up the interconnected stories that make up the book, but they are unified around the topos in the title, a “House of Holes,” an imagined place of orgiastic gratification that you get to via portals which might be, well, almost any kind of hole.

And that makes possible the following, which should give you a taste of the book, in the chapter “Cardell Has a Sherry Cobbler,” in which Cardell, an urban planner longing for erotic release, takes a woman named Jackie to a bar.  Drinks are had, specifically sherry cobblers drunk through straws.  After some merriment, Sherry announces

“…I’m just going to make an excursion to the House of Holes, where I can be a total tramp for a day or two. They let you do what you want there, you know.”

Her face began to blur and liquify, and then she poured herself down into the straw and was gone.

Cardell picked up the straw and looked through it.  There was no blockage. “Jackie?” he said.  The bartender stood watching him, holding a glass.

“What just happened?” Cardell said.

“Your lady friend seems to have been sucked into that straw,” the bartender said.

“That’s what I think, too,” Cardell said.

The bartender shrugged.  “It happens, man.”

Squee!  And that incident is perhaps not the strangest in that chapter alone…

The Innocent’s Progress review

Victorian sexuality was weird almost beyond the ability of people living today to understand.  Official public discourse denied the existence of female sexual desire at same time as thousands of teenaged prostitutes were trained to fake orgasm.  Elite boys’ boarding schools inculcated both the many Christian virtues necessary for empire building and also lifelong tastes for flogging.  Official censorship presided over the creation of some of the most astonishing pornography yet known.  It’s small wonder that the Victorian world holds such a fascination for many — how could something so twisted not be fascinating?

Peter Tupper, in his new steampunk story collection The Innocent’s Progress, recently out from Circlet Press, plays brilliantly on such fascinations.  Most of his stories create an imagined Victorian world at once familiar to students of social history and yet strange.  Strange in its linguistic conventions, strange in its technology, and yet familiar in being a world of official prudery overlying a vast sexual demimonde.  Tupper has studied his Victorian England; others who have studied it can take sly pleasure in seeing how some of Tupper’s characters map onto real-world analogues.  (For those who are less familiar with that world, there is a handy appendix.)

Tupper understands that some of the hottest eroticism comes not from being yourself, but from getting away from yourself, from stepping into strange roles outside the expectations of normal life.  His fictional world even institutionalizes this, in the form of organized commedia dell’arte troupes where audiences can go to see stock characters perform…and then bid to step into character roles to be played over in more intimate behind-stage settings.  And there are beguiling steampunk tropes here as well:  outlaw mechanics known as Tinker Girls (be still, my heart!) hack their way into and around the central controls of the imperial communications network (shades of Pynchon!).   When someone actually tries playing the role of Tinker Girl…there is combustion.  There are grim institutions that seem to have boiled out of Michel Foucault’s nightmares:  most prominently a vast orphanage/prison/factory called the Honeycomb.  And there is a ferocious battle of wits between an aristocrat and a demimondaine over the control of a deceased explorer’s last erotic manuscript.

I should mention also that there’s a more “conventional” what if story in the collection, a re-imagination of The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, in which Dr. Jekyll’s female house servant decides to get in on the transformation act.  The sparks do fly.

If you have any love of erotica in Victorian or steampunk settings, or mad science, then this book is well worth your attention.  Click through the image above to find more reviews at Peter Tupper’s site as well as ways to buy in many formats.

Erotic Mad Science in From Beyond

Barbara Crampton would have earned her membership in the Erotic Mad Science Legion of Honor on the strength of her performance in Re-Animator alone, and I’m pleased to be able to say that she re-earned it all over in another performance in From Beyond, which I just recently re-watched for the first time in many, many years.  Below is (I think) a publicity shot, which I found at Terror Titans.

Right in the middle of the movie  is a delirious erotic mad science scene with the following set-up.   Two scientists, the  elder pervert Dr. Edward Pretorious (hmm, a familiar name) and the junior neurotic Dr. Crawford Tillinghast (Jeffrey Combs) are conducting experiments in a dark old attic attempting to stimulate the pineal gland, an alleged source of a sixth sense.  They use a machine called the Resonator.  Things go disastrously wrong (of course), when creatures from another dimension cross over and (putatively) kill Pretorious, leading to the commitment of Tillinghast to a mental institution.

Enter psychiatrist Dr. Katherine McMichaels (Crampton), who is convinced that research on the pineal gland might hold the key to curing schizophrenia.   Tillinghast is released into her custody, and the experiments with the Resonator resume in the old dark house.

Disregarding Tillinghast’s warnings, McMichaels sneaks upstairs one night and…how to put this…caresses the resonator.

One thing leads to another and soon it’s power on!

 

And Dr. McMichaels soon finds herself standing in a vortex as dimensions are ripped open…but mustn’t stop!

 

 

But unfortunately bad old pervert Pretorious isn’t dead, just transformed and extra dimensional and slimy (-er).  And like all monsters from the beyond, he wants our women!

 

 

So the Pretorious creature sprouts a big mouthy thing from his head and proceeds to “kiss” McMichaels, in a way which should have vore fans squeeing with delight.

 

It’s a close call as our heroes manage to shut down the Resonator just in time.  Next time they wou’t be so lucky, and things will get…sort of ugly.

Definitely a movie that belongs in any thaumatophile‘s collection.