My thoughts on the biography Perdurabo
This was, as it happened, the first biography of Crowley that I read. It was my birthday, and my husband, seeing it at the top of my Amazon Wish List (and thus as the most recent addition), bought it for me as a gift. I'm not sure where I heard about it--perhaps from DuQuette's The Magick of Thelema? In any case, I received this massive book as a birthday gift.
I got interested in Crowley largely because an online friend of mine did a hobbit-y sort of thing and gave me the first volume of Alan Moore's Promethea as a gift on her own birthday. *g* If you don't know Promethea, I heartily recommend it--it's a graphic novel series which is not only a beautifully illustrated story about a kick-ass heroine, but also a primer of Western magic. Moore researched not just magic generally but Crowley in particular for this story, and it shows, and that got me hooked.
Perdurabo left me thinking for a couple of weeks after I read it. It is an extremely complete biography which takes seriously *all* of Crowley's accomplishments--in magick, in mountaineering, in literature. It is also extremely detailed, sometimes too detailed for my taste. While it read well, there were more than occasional sentences which seemed awkwardly constructed and needed editing. But the chief thing which troubled me was that the author seemed to be trying to whitewash Crowley--or, if that is too strong a word, to be overcompensating for the tendency of most writers in the past to blacken Crowley's name unjustly. The author is so determined to justify Crowley's achievements and his importance as a writer and a magician that he refuses to face the unpleasantness of Crowley's personal history as a man and in his relationships. I could not help but notice that an awful lot of people who were close to Crowley wound up broke, or with ruined reputations, or forswearing magick entirely, or dead, usually by their own hand. Not to mention that his behavior toward women seems, at times, to blend sex addiction with the worst of sexism, as if his partners were extremely clever pets rather than people.
Still, given that I came away with such an ambivalent impression of a subject the author seemed determined to admire, I have to say that the book is, on the whole, a fair treatment and an informative one, well worth reading.
I got interested in Crowley largely because an online friend of mine did a hobbit-y sort of thing and gave me the first volume of Alan Moore's Promethea as a gift on her own birthday. *g* If you don't know Promethea, I heartily recommend it--it's a graphic novel series which is not only a beautifully illustrated story about a kick-ass heroine, but also a primer of Western magic. Moore researched not just magic generally but Crowley in particular for this story, and it shows, and that got me hooked.
Perdurabo left me thinking for a couple of weeks after I read it. It is an extremely complete biography which takes seriously *all* of Crowley's accomplishments--in magick, in mountaineering, in literature. It is also extremely detailed, sometimes too detailed for my taste. While it read well, there were more than occasional sentences which seemed awkwardly constructed and needed editing. But the chief thing which troubled me was that the author seemed to be trying to whitewash Crowley--or, if that is too strong a word, to be overcompensating for the tendency of most writers in the past to blacken Crowley's name unjustly. The author is so determined to justify Crowley's achievements and his importance as a writer and a magician that he refuses to face the unpleasantness of Crowley's personal history as a man and in his relationships. I could not help but notice that an awful lot of people who were close to Crowley wound up broke, or with ruined reputations, or forswearing magick entirely, or dead, usually by their own hand. Not to mention that his behavior toward women seems, at times, to blend sex addiction with the worst of sexism, as if his partners were extremely clever pets rather than people.
Still, given that I came away with such an ambivalent impression of a subject the author seemed determined to admire, I have to say that the book is, on the whole, a fair treatment and an informative one, well worth reading.


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