The Worst Perversion
STUART SCHNEIDERMAN
In His Bold Gaze My Ruin Is Writ Large
SLAVOJ ZIZEK
The Right Man And The Wrong Woman
RENATA SALECL
Getting Daddy Do It for You
RENA GRANT
Human societies establish standards of excellence by holding contests and competitive games. Winning and losing do not divide the world into masters and slaves, but determine a hierarchical ordering to society in which some have more authority, status, or reputation while others have less. No one has it all and no one has none. [...]
The path to a solution is then clear: to oppose and undermine a God who creates out of nothing, the worst pervert must destroy out of nothing. If God does not create nothingness, but only something, then reducing all victims to their fundamental nothingness subverts God's creation by revealing its deceit. [...]
The more serious question is simple: why do the rules themselves not break, why are they not revealed to be a fraud, a convention, a custom that has only as much binding force as the seemingly flimsy notion of mutual consent. Mutual consent requires of each participant full acquiescence in obeying the rules of
the game. It seems to require little to subvert or deconstruct this mechanism. In the minds of the enlightened the issue is why the rules hold, why people continue to follow them, and why the image of the individual who defies them, who tramples them with impunity, is not the romantic visionary or hero but the worst of criminal sociopaths?
Illustration: Jeff Koons, Made in Heaven, 1989.
At the pinnacle of the hierarchy we find a champion, someone who has bested all challengers and whose achievements will be the standard against which others will be judged. Such a principle of social order has nothing to do with an ideal condition of perfection known only to the very few. All members of the group know the rules, know the game, and know who has won and who has lost each contest.
The worst perversion is sadistic, but not every garden variety sadist would qualify. Strictly speaking, the perversion itself does not have a name, but the worst pervert, or better, my candidate for the title does. He was called Gilles de Rais.
1. The reference for these details is The Trial of Gilles de Rais, ed. Georges Bataille, New York, 1991. This book contains Bataille's introduction accompanied by some of the documentation of Gilles' trial and confession. back up
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