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Written by Douglas Wilson   
Tuesday, 05 January 2010 11:30

The more I read this thing, the more appalling it becomes. The lurid adjectives continue, of course, but I will not delay you long with that. It is enough to know that his “dark golden eyes” continue to pierce (p. 208), and his “liquid topaz eyes” continue to penetrate, which is all you can ask of them, I suppose. No need to point out the sexual metaphors here. We are worldly wise readers, we are.

No, let us not get distracted with that. The point to emphasize is how this book trains young girls to lust after the wrong thing entirely. The object of all this irresistible desire is Edward. He is delicious, and it cannot be expected that any girl would say no to him.

And yet, what is he like? This chapter provides a great snapshot of the kind of mercurial personality that excels at abusing foolish girls. Who needs a good cop and bad cop when all you have to do is have one person be wild and erratic? “Sweet talk her one minute and slap the bitch the next. They like that.”

In this chapter, over the course of a very short time, Edward smirks (p. 198), irritation wins out over amusement (p. 206), he is bothered (p. 208), irritated again (p. 209), his voice then goes velvet soft (p. 209), his eyes are gentle (p. 209), he starts to scowl (p. 209), he gets angry (p. 210), and then his “unpredictable mood” shifts again, so that a “mischievous, devastating smile” might rearrange his features—which every masculine reader also wants to do by this point. Then he goes back to “disgust” (p. 213), and his eyes do that “unfair smoldering thing again” (p. 213). Then his eyes go “fierce” (p. 214), he exhales “angrily” (p. 214), and unfortunately, it appears he is “still annoyed” (p. 214). This does not prevent him from, on the next page, smiling “teasingly” (p. 215), and snickering (p. 215). Then one page after that, his eyes are “suddenly furious” (p. 216). He wears an angry expression (p. 217), and glares at Bella (p. 217)—who is the model twinkie for your junior high daughter to imitate. Jeepers.

Off balance, that’s the name of the game. If you want a certain kind of female to do anything for you, and follow you anywhere, keep her off balance. Be moody and unpredictable. Be as erratic as you can be, and blame her for every change. Wobble down the highway, and every five minutes yell at the person in the passenger seat. The astonishing thing is that this really does work, but it only works if your daughters are the kind of girls you shouldn’t want them to be. It only works if they have the kind of parents who let them read Twilight like it was a Nancy Drew book from the fifties or something.

The apostle Paul rebukes the kind of person who goes for this sort of thing. “For ye suffer fools gladly, seeing ye yourselves are wise. For ye suffer, if a man bring you into bondage, if a man devour you, if a man take of you, if a man exalt himself, if a man smite you on the face” (2 Cor. 11:19-20). A daughter (or a wife) might be attracted to this kind of toying-with-rape lit for several different reasons. First, it might be all she knows—she grew up with and around abusive males. She might think that “this is just the way it is.” And the other reason might be that she is surrounded by passivity, males with all the backbone of a peeled banana, and she is so hungry for something hard that she falls for abuser-hard. Either way, the results are sick and twisted.



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