As intended, I found this monologue by Joyce Carol Oates to
be extremely disturbing. Of course the content itself makes it so, however, it
is the voice of the speaker Oates has created that completes the horrific
picture and brings it to life. The speaker’s wheedling, almost childlike
insistence, his attempts to convince the person he is victimizing that what he
wants is harmless, that he will only do “a little,” take “a little” is
nauseating (Oates 71). The way Oates builds the tension, the violation through
the speaker’s voice, and how she charts the speaker’s progress, his decimation
of boundaries, are both terribly effective. The manipulative language the
speaker uses throughout, such as when he states “It won’t hurt if you don’t
scream but you’ll be hurt if you keep straining away like that, if you
exaggerate” reveals the way in which he does further damage (71). The speaker
attempts to paint his aggression as slight and the one who he’s victimizing as somehow
irrational in her resistance to him. In these moments, Oates brings the reader into the unconscionable dialogue
between the speaker and the person he is traumatizing. Finally, the way in
which the speaker converts himself into the victim, and the person he is
violating into the aggressor, completes the betrayal, and gives us a horrible
glimpse into his psyche. “You’re being selfish,” Oates writes, “You’re
being ridiculous… cruel… unfair…. hysterical…. You’re provoking me… laughing at
me…. You want to make me fight for my life…” (71). The speaker is real in all
his horror; the person he has traumatized is real in all their experience and
pain. Oates has created a monologue where even the monstrous is made tangible,
because she has forced us to see into its mind. There is no comforting distance
to be had. Oates has made us confront a horror living in our society and
refused to let us leave it unacknowledged.
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