I have found this independent study to be very thought provoking and interesting despite the fact that speculative fiction is a genre that I read a lot of. Looking at it from the perspective of women authors and how they use the genre to rethink, reimagine, subvert gender and other social issues has been an enlightening experience. I read some works and authors I had not even heard of before (Russ, Butler, & Carter) and likely wouldn’t have come across outside of formulating this class. It is interesting to come around full circle to Robin McKinley’s book Deerskin as a final response as McKinley frames the writing as a very traditional fairy tale. While at a cursary glance one would think it is as far removed from Carter’s style, in fact, there are ways that they are very similar in how they subvert the genre of myth and fairy tale to comment on the treatment of women and change the outcomes. Carter was quite interested in taking the fairy tale back to the complicated, often bloody and uncomfortable, original storylines (for example, in a book of short stories called The Bloody Chamber). Deerskin does the same and goes back to the tale of Charles Perrault’s “Donkeyskin”
Princess Lissar has issues with identity, a very common thread through all these books by women authors as across the 20th century women struggle to find another way to be that doesn’t set themselves up as marginalized. In this tale, the Princesses identity is completely subsumed by her mother and Lissar’s beauty becomes simply a mirror in which people can look and see not her–but who they want to see to the point of her father raping her and then beating nearly to death her for not being who he really wants, his dead wife. There is a tower room, but no gallant prince to come and save her in this story–she has to save herself. While she is given some help in the form of a refuge, the gift of time to heal, and a deerskin that makes her unrecognizable–in the end she has to find healing on her own. She does eventually heal and even find love and companionship, but she recognizes that she is forever changed by the encounter and tells the man she loves: “I am hurt…in ways you cannot see, and that I cannot explain, even to myself, but only know that they are there, and a part of me, as much as my hands and eyes and breath are part of me” (306). McKinley is careful to to wrap the tragic story in a “happily ever after” but in the knowledge that our experiences change us and healing does not always erase the hurt that human beings are capable of inflicting on each other. But there is hope there, as well, that people are also capable of treating each other with respect.
Many people pay too much attention to the fact that there are uncomfortable topics such as rape and incest in this book, the scenes are a small, although very uncomfortable, portion of the book that are important–rape happens, incest happens, and there isn’t always a white knight, and sometimes what a person needs most is the time and the space to heal and find a way to reconstruct their identity–all worthy topics done with terrible gentleness and remind me of two things, a song by Ingrid Michaelson called Breakable, and a line from Carter’s Nights at the Circus: “The mould in which the human form is cast is exceedingly fragile” (61).