Memento

Incredible. Frightening, a cautionary tale, nearly Puritanical in its lesson that the slightest misstep unfailingly results in damnation.

There’s that extra element in the story, that extra glint off another facet to the gem. Beyond the “yay, I’m reading about a tiny man being surrounded in sex” and “yay, I’m reading about a horny giantess who gets a tiny man,” there’s that whiff of “why does she hate him.” She picked him out, she kidnapped him, and her expression is delight but her actions are that she hates him for her desires, the things she calls him, how she ridicules him for his former life, how ready she is to kill someone he loves.

This work is very sympathetic to the tiny man’s experience, very attentive to his reduced perspective. Even this circles back to the giantess’s desires, exulting in how miserable he feels, aggrieved over what was taken away from him by a moment’s lapse in judgment (why did he agree to meet her?), and then his own self-loathing as being engulfed in the most passionate, enthusiastic coitus causes his own body to betray him. Perhaps the first foot down his own slippery slope, no pun intended.

Always so much emotion in these works. So little of the sexual mechanics described here, the sexual acts are implied by what the empty moments are like without them, and then the subsequent conditions to sex. It’s incredible, showing by contrast, implying by evidence. Powerful work, as always.

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