What was so great about Fifty Shades of Grey?
Created | Updated Sep 10, 2012
How acceptable is it to view porn in public? Do modern women really just long for a domineering man they can submit to? What, exactly, is ‘mummy porn’? Why am I reading this? How many times does this woman say ‘Oh my’?1 If she bites her lip again, is it acceptable to throw the book across the room? Is Twilight responsible for all the ills of society? I wonder where I can buy one of those interesting sounding toys. Also, lingerie. How much money has this thing made? These are all questions inspired by the ridiculously successful erotic novel, Fifty Shades of Grey.
Originally begun as a piece of fan-fiction based on the ever-popular Twilight series2, Fifty Shades of Grey tells the story of a virginal young college student, Ana Steele, and her relationship with billionaire Christian Grey, a man who likes his sexual partners contractually and actually bound, and whose unpleasant childhood clearly left him with a hankering to play with toys. The result is, once they get down to it some 100 odd pages in, a series of set piece sex scenes featuring among other things, feathers, riding crops, harnesses, blindfolds, some intimately placed balls, a tampon and a belt. It ends badly; after much vacilliation over whether she can accept the submissive role that comes with the man, Ana leaves him, finally deciding the lifestyle is not for her. But fear not, the existence of two almost equally popular sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, give us hope that all will be resolved satisfactorily, or at least, energetically.
Maybe. Despite its billing as a BDSM sexathon, anything extreme is ruled out almost straight away. The acts the couple do engage in seem to be just outside the sorts of thing most people do on a regular basis, but, given how sales of nipple clamps apparently soared once nearly everybody had read it, not that far outside what they are willing to try. It is almost certainly this which has got it labelled as ‘mummy porn’. The assumption being, presumably, that it’s the 30 something middle class mothers trying to have it all, who are too busy trying to hold dovvn a career, loose that baby weight, go on shopping sprees to Harvey Nicks3 and organise the nanny and the cleaner, and are therefore definitely the ones in need of a spiced up sex life involving something more exciting than an exhausted missionary position grabbed between taking the kids from French lessons to football. Although fuel for this description is added when the author EL James was herself revealed to be a former tv exectutive and mother of two who describes the book her midlife crisis, containing all her own fantasies.
The answer is, of course not. And certainly not any more, what with every publisher and his writer trying to cash in on the success of Fifty Shades. However, while these books are now a ubiquitous sight in every book emporium, Shades itself was initially offered as a print-on-request e-book by a tiny Australian publisher, yet reached the finals of the 2011 Goodbooks Best Romance category4on word of mouth alone. One theory is that the book hit the virtual shelves at just the right moment to capitalise on everybody realising that with an e-book, you don’t have to display your low taste to an actual live person at the checkout, and even more crucially, when you are reading, it is not immediately obvious to other people what your book is about. Certainly, and in stark contrast to most romance titles, erotic or otherwise, the mass market paperback version is also clothed in a retstrained and enigmatic cover5. Which would work better for those still boldly reading a copy while commuting to work on the underground if the book had not become a household name.
There is, of course, also that. Christian Grey does not begrudge money spent on his Ana, she gets chauffered to a date by helicopter for example, is showered with gifts and all in all there is a lot of name dropping of desirable consumer items, which apparently only gets worse in the sequels. And, of course, the man has staff. Actually, it might be this that makes it ‘mommy porn’. There’s nothing like being reassured that you will never have to wash your own butt plug again. Alternatively, discussion has centred around the appeal of the fantasy of a dominant man for the modern liberated woman looking to escape for a while the burden of having to look after herself. Or the tyranny of having respectful sexual partners, who think that good communication is the way to a woman’s g-spot. Or the vicarious buzz of being with a man who is constantly urging you to eat. The key word here is ‘fantasy’. Fifty Shades of Grey, it would seem, caters to any number of them both inside and outside the bedroom.
Oh, probably. There is a point when everybody is talking about it, Twitter is crashed by it, your blog feed is full of it, the newspapers are wallowing in it, you are stuck next to the display stand while waiting for your toddler to finish deciding which coloring book he wants and it only costs £3 that you think, oh go on then.6 And the thing is, once you do succumb, it does mean that you can spend many happy minutes having water cooler moments with practically everybody else on the planet. Or at least, the female half. Everybody has an opinion, after all.
Certainly is. It is generally accepted that despite having no literary pretensions whatsoever, Fifty Shades of Grey is an appallingly written book. But this doesn’t completely detract from its charm, as even if you are yawning over the sex scenes or wondering how long it is until the next one much amusement can be had in lines like ‘“Argh!” I cry as I feel a weird piercing sensation deep inside me as he rips through my virginity’7, ‘His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something’8, ‘I must be the colour of the communist manifesto’9 and ‘I steal into the bathroom, bewildered by my lack of underwear’10. In fact, some of the best fun to be had from Shades is reading some of the horrified reviews heaped upon it from all directions. Or wondering who will win the inevitable cat fight between Ana’s puritanical subconscious (82 irritating mentions) and her more lascivious inner goddess (58 equally annoying mentions).
Just how successful is it?
Fifty Shades of Grey is a book which in 2012 became the best selling British novel of all time, beating out even Dan Brown and the Harry Potter series, shifting thirty million English language copies between March and June, and spending sixteen weeks at the top of the best seller lists in both the UK and the USA, where it still reigns supreme. Therefore the most important quesiton is, 'why?'What's it about?
Originally begun as a piece of fan-fiction based on the ever-popular Twilight series2, Fifty Shades of Grey tells the story of a virginal young college student, Ana Steele, and her relationship with billionaire Christian Grey, a man who likes his sexual partners contractually and actually bound, and whose unpleasant childhood clearly left him with a hankering to play with toys. The result is, once they get down to it some 100 odd pages in, a series of set piece sex scenes featuring among other things, feathers, riding crops, harnesses, blindfolds, some intimately placed balls, a tampon and a belt. It ends badly; after much vacilliation over whether she can accept the submissive role that comes with the man, Ana leaves him, finally deciding the lifestyle is not for her. But fear not, the existence of two almost equally popular sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, give us hope that all will be resolved satisfactorily, or at least, energetically.
So why is it so popular? Is it the sex?
Maybe. Despite its billing as a BDSM sexathon, anything extreme is ruled out almost straight away. The acts the couple do engage in seem to be just outside the sorts of thing most people do on a regular basis, but, given how sales of nipple clamps apparently soared once nearly everybody had read it, not that far outside what they are willing to try. It is almost certainly this which has got it labelled as ‘mummy porn’. The assumption being, presumably, that it’s the 30 something middle class mothers trying to have it all, who are too busy trying to hold dovvn a career, loose that baby weight, go on shopping sprees to Harvey Nicks3 and organise the nanny and the cleaner, and are therefore definitely the ones in need of a spiced up sex life involving something more exciting than an exhausted missionary position grabbed between taking the kids from French lessons to football. Although fuel for this description is added when the author EL James was herself revealed to be a former tv exectutive and mother of two who describes the book her midlife crisis, containing all her own fantasies.
Is it unique in that?
The answer is, of course not. And certainly not any more, what with every publisher and his writer trying to cash in on the success of Fifty Shades. However, while these books are now a ubiquitous sight in every book emporium, Shades itself was initially offered as a print-on-request e-book by a tiny Australian publisher, yet reached the finals of the 2011 Goodbooks Best Romance category4on word of mouth alone. One theory is that the book hit the virtual shelves at just the right moment to capitalise on everybody realising that with an e-book, you don’t have to display your low taste to an actual live person at the checkout, and even more crucially, when you are reading, it is not immediately obvious to other people what your book is about. Certainly, and in stark contrast to most romance titles, erotic or otherwise, the mass market paperback version is also clothed in a retstrained and enigmatic cover5. Which would work better for those still boldly reading a copy while commuting to work on the underground if the book had not become a household name.
A billionaire sounds nice…
There is, of course, also that. Christian Grey does not begrudge money spent on his Ana, she gets chauffered to a date by helicopter for example, is showered with gifts and all in all there is a lot of name dropping of desirable consumer items, which apparently only gets worse in the sequels. And, of course, the man has staff. Actually, it might be this that makes it ‘mommy porn’. There’s nothing like being reassured that you will never have to wash your own butt plug again. Alternatively, discussion has centred around the appeal of the fantasy of a dominant man for the modern liberated woman looking to escape for a while the burden of having to look after herself. Or the tyranny of having respectful sexual partners, who think that good communication is the way to a woman’s g-spot. Or the vicarious buzz of being with a man who is constantly urging you to eat. The key word here is ‘fantasy’. Fifty Shades of Grey, it would seem, caters to any number of them both inside and outside the bedroom.
Is it peer pressure?
Oh, probably. There is a point when everybody is talking about it, Twitter is crashed by it, your blog feed is full of it, the newspapers are wallowing in it, you are stuck next to the display stand while waiting for your toddler to finish deciding which coloring book he wants and it only costs £3 that you think, oh go on then.6 And the thing is, once you do succumb, it does mean that you can spend many happy minutes having water cooler moments with practically everybody else on the planet. Or at least, the female half. Everybody has an opinion, after all.
The writing must be something else too, though, right? I mean, millions of copies sold?
Certainly is. It is generally accepted that despite having no literary pretensions whatsoever, Fifty Shades of Grey is an appallingly written book. But this doesn’t completely detract from its charm, as even if you are yawning over the sex scenes or wondering how long it is until the next one much amusement can be had in lines like ‘“Argh!” I cry as I feel a weird piercing sensation deep inside me as he rips through my virginity’7, ‘His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something’8, ‘I must be the colour of the communist manifesto’9 and ‘I steal into the bathroom, bewildered by my lack of underwear’10. In fact, some of the best fun to be had from Shades is reading some of the horrified reviews heaped upon it from all directions. Or wondering who will win the inevitable cat fight between Ana’s puritanical subconscious (82 irritating mentions) and her more lascivious inner goddess (58 equally annoying mentions).
But it’s just harmless fun, of course.
This is also a matter of debate. Aside from the worry that its success is further evidence of a universal cultural dumbing down, there is the question of how damaging is the mass acceptance of the romantic lead of such a popular book wanting to control every aspect of his partner’s life, from what she eats, through how she manages birth control and how she spends her free time, to who she talks to, expecting never to be told no and physically attacking her if she deviates from his rules. In Shades of Grey, it’s not the sex that’s abusive, the argument runs, it’s everything else about the relationship. This view is probably based in part on a misunderstanding of, and certainly a lack of sympathy with, what different types of Dominance/submission relationships might involve. But this does not completely absolve the book. There is every evidence that EL James has done her BDSM homework - the interminable contract readers have to wade through which sets out the limits of what Grey expects to be able to do, but which, crucially, requires Ana's content is interesting in its own way but not something any sane author would usually dump into the middle of a narrative were it not solidly based on real life. However, the problem is in the application. Christian's preferences have been brought about by abuse as a child and teen and as such becomes a perversion rather than a valid lifestyle choice. The happy ending looming over the series, where the damaged man is cured by the love of a good woman, then, leans heavily on the side of perpetuateing the myth that if a domestic abuse sufferer hangs in there, her abuser will eventually change.I don’t care what you think, I love it!
Well good. There is plenty for you to look forward to. The next issue of the magazine,Fifty Shades of American Women Who Love the Book and Live the Life, the launch of the Fifty Shades inspired lingerie line, the forthcoming movie, and the rumoured forth installment of the tale.179, apparently.2The novels and now also films about a young girl and her 104 year old vampire boyfriend who struggles with his desire to drink her blood. 3Upmarket department store.4Check out the covers while you are there.5Did you click on the Goodreads link earlier? If not, do so now. The covers, yeah?6This bears absolutely no relation to any real life situation, of course. Nope, none.7With his penis, in case anyone is wondering. Vanilla sex, donchaknow.8No need to be too specific.9To be fair, Ana blushes a lot. It must have been hard to keep finding novel ways to express that.10My personal favourite.
