Sex, death, and rock n roll
Take me to the place where you go
But please don't put your life in the hands
I was listening to a bit of Oasis the other day - those lyrics are from their song Don’t Look Back in Anger - and funnily enough, I thought of Erik. Erik as the rock and roll band. Deep, man.
There is a great desire to be rescued from our shitty, boring, difficult lives. God, the longing I had as a teenager for someone to come and see me for the glorious being I truly was, and whisk me away from the drudgery of school and every day mundanities. Where was my handsome prince, my rock and roll band in whose hands I could place my life??
Traditionally it’s the Handsome Prince who rides on in his magnificent steed, who sees the poor, down at heel young woman, marred by the cares of the world, who sees her for the beautiful and fascinating person she is, and transforms her life.
Erik sees Christine’s potential when everyone around her is too stupid or too busy to notice. He swoops in and sets her on a path of vocal, emotional and sexual transformation; he reveals her true, magnificent nature. And yes, the idea of being transformed in this way by a dark genius who is obsessed with us is deeply attractive. It’s low effort and, thanks to his wondrous ways with vocal teaching and nefarious ways of murder and extortion, success is almost certainly guaranteed.
And while Christine becomes known and acknowledged and loved for who she truly is, Erik himself becomes ever shrouded in mystery, at least to the outside world and perhaps to himself. Instead of being merely an annoying Opera Ghost, he's a fearsome Angel of Music, a messenger of the divine, sent from heaven.
Of course, Christine had two ‘princes’ to rescue her, the lucky girl, Raoul who is truly an aristocratic, handsome princeling in stark contrast to Erik, her dark prince. Erik, the worker (he builds the opera house, remember), the ugly and the unwelcome, is the opposite of princely. In the original novel, Leroux directs us to associate Erik with the most terrifying of the working classes, the Communards. When the story was first published, as a serialisation in Parisian newspapers, the memory of the terror of the Commune would still have haunted the readers.
So what’s a girl to do? There Christine is, living the dream, with not one but two men trying to rescue her from her terrible fate of being an unmarried 19th century woman trying to have a bit of a career, but neither man presents much of an option. Give it all up to marry Raoul. Give it all up to marry Erik. She tells Raoul she’s never going to marry, given the choice. Erik gives her his version of a choice; sex or death. He wants sex, and probably so does she, but to her, it’s sex and death. Sex with death. Maybe she was into this. Leroux suggests she definitely was not considering she tried to take her own life by hammering her head against the wall.
Leroux doesn’t offer us a definitive answer as to what happens to Christine and her two princes. The final events of the novel are told to us secondhand. We get to hear the words of that most unreliable of narrators, Erik, through his only friend possible co-conspirator, the Daroga. Conveniently, he tells the reporter of the story - GL - that Raoul and Christine go off to the mountains never to be seen again, and no one appears to want to check this fact. Philippe is dead, but is no one going to ask the rest of the de Chagny family where Raoul went? Apparently not. And we can’t ask Christine’s Mamma Valerius because she is presented as a mad old woman. A big mystery. Let’s not go digging around too deeply for what we might find.
What might have happened to Christine had her two princes not come along to rescue her? Sh always strikes me as a feisty young woman who probably didn’t want rescuing so much as she wanted a bit of a career, with a nice bit of sex with death on the side. But I guess, if you have all control over your life, all choices removed, it can feel very much like death, metaphorically, and perhaps in Christine’s case, literally.
Andrew Lloyd Webber made the story into one of redemption, which can be equated very easily with the central redemptive myth of Christianity. Christine, the Christ, willingly chooses death by negating her own wishes and desires and kissing a really ugly man, the central act of the musical which is symbolic of her metaphorical self sacrificial death - make of that what you will (Let’s avoid the fact that many people think the musical is an expression ALW’s own, but highly profitably, psycho-drama) - and in doing so, everyone is restored to freedom and life. Except Erik. Who dies. Except he doesn’t die, does he? Not in ALW’s alternate universe fanmusical…gawd. Anyway. Let’s not go there either.
Leroux offers no such easy hope. He’s at best agnostic towards the fate of Christine and Raoul. Christine’s sacrifice might have saved them all, it might not have done and they might both have been killed. Who knows. That’s where the fanfic writers come in.
Leroux doesn’t strike me as a man given to write moral tales for the improvement of young ladies. But inherent in his story is a warning: choose sex, choose thrills, choose sex with death, choose putting your life in the hands of a rock and roll band, you might end up dead. Perhaps given the era he was writing in, he just couldn’t help himself.
If you don’t like Leroux’s ending, don’t look back in anger, get writing, get reading those fics by writers who make it all OK.