Spectacular post -- and not uncommon.
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Originally Posted by David
My notion is that Carol is seriously ill, but not in the way she might think. Either she's lying to a pathological degree or she's emotionally crippled to a pathological degree. Somebody is always scratching her arms, scratching her face, strangling her, punching her in the face, punching her in the back, pulling her hair, dragging her, or slapping her. She portrays herself as a pincushion. Worse, she appears to be getting off on this sadomasochistic portrait. No matter who is physically or verbally abusing her, she stands there,
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You know, I was thinking this recently about a post I made regarding John's wedding. Carol says Jenny (in an argument with Stevie) pulled Carol in the closest with them. It's really a meaningless little passage, about very minor players in the book, but it just represents how she never has herself DOING anything. She is entirely passive. Little red wagons have been pulled around less than Carol. Things happen to her and she has no explanation as to why and no reaction when they do. This is so unnatural that it's not even physically or psychologically possible.
Just from the way she wrote that, my guess is she instigated the entire argument between Jenny and Stevie and jumped into the closet to egg them on.
She's no one and is so passive as to be nonexistent, but still people see her from across a room and instantly want to sleep with her or -- even stranger -- lie to Christine about sleeping with her. How could a woman who never does anything inspire such feeling?
And what I think about that
Rolling Stone cover shoot is that it's somewhat diabolical what she does. If Lindsey and Stevie hugged (and SnL are psychotic themselves, so who even knows if they did), I wouldn't expect Carol to have been in the room at the time. She wouldn't know about it, so I would never expect her to mention it.
So, she doesn't fall into the trap of denying it or even acknowledging it. She just very subtly sets up the whole photo shoot in a way that would make it clear that such a thing couldn't have happened.
Yeah, it was in my house, in my bed, with me standing outside the door and it was over very quickly. With no time for anyone to do one single thing but jump in bed, pose for Annie's camera and then jump out. It's such an odd lie (how many band photo shoots take place in a band member's bed?) that it's not something that could be created from a memory lapse. It has to be deliberate. Forget the big events in the book. It's very abnormal to go out of your way to lie about something so
minor, to want so badly to create such a very specific picture.
Michele