Death and the Maiden

Death and the Maiden - devil creeps into woman's bed

Painting by Jan Fran de Boever (1872-1949)

In the story Death and the Maiden, a pretty young woman – innocent, probably a virgin – is seduced by Death, in the shape of a monstrous old man – sometimes with horns, sometimes just a skeleton. The two images capture the yin and yang of all things, all opposites. But, like yin and yang, each contains the seed of its companion and each is artfully entwined in the other.

This erotic allegory had been played out in literature, art and music since the beginning of time. What makes the allegory erotic – more than merely vulgar – is that there is a pact between Death and the Maiden, an understanding that the old man with his last carnal desires and the young woman with what are probably her first share a covenant, that all life ends in Death and that Death evolves into new life.

The first known version of Death and the Maiden appears in The Myth of Hades and Persephone, the daughter of Zeus. Persephone dances as she gathers flowers in a lush garden. She reveals her white breasts as she bends to pick a narcissus. That same moment, the ground opens beneath her and she falls into the burning arms of Hades, who carries her down to the underworld.

Before the Christian era, man and his morals were less tightly bound. Gory death in gladiatorial combat and, for some, wine-soaked orgies, were the staff of life. Campfire stories of virgins and crucifixions travelled the silk routes from China to Mesopotamia and the Holy Lands. When the gospel writers came to tell parables of Jesus, the virgin birth and the Holy Ghost, they drew on classical legends to tell tales of wonder that were both fresh but familiar: the secret of all great storytelling. The formula was designed to woo the pagans into the new church with the erotic undertones of the old.

Schubert’s Death and the Maiden

The bond between sex and death is deeply-rooted in the human psyche. Austrian psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud argued that the urge to reproduce through sex – thus continuing the species – is the only way to avoid death, placing death in the shadows of all sexual activity.

French social theorist Michel Foucault took that thought a stage further in describing orgasm as a petit mort, a ‘mini-death.’ Sexual desire is intensified in the presence of taboos and boundaries, even deadly ones. Old men will take drugs, Viagra or, more exotically, ancient potions like Spanish Fly, in order to achieve that last carnal conquest over the partially willing maiden in all her innocence and fertility.

During the Middle Ages, the maiden transforms into a virgin and the union between sex and death grows stronger. The iconography changes from the girl dancing with death to the girl having sex with death. As the images grow more erotic, the basic premise remains the same: that young girls should be plucked when ripe like an apple from a tree.

Image shows earliest painting of Death and the Maiden

by Niklaus Manuel Deutsch

The earliest painting of Death and the Maiden is a 1517 work by Niklaus Manuel Deutsch. It shows death as a rotting corpse, its hand brushing the maiden’s sex. As Death presses against the girl, she does not resist, but yields to its kiss.

When Schubert in 1824 wrote his String Quartet No.14, I am sure he was reminiscing over all the young women he had bedded, or would like to have bedded. Thus, the work became known as Death and the Maiden and has become one of the most popular pieces of music of all time. The Chilean playwright Ariel Dorfman used Schubert’s composition for his production of Death and the Maiden in 1990, the play turned into a movie by Roman Polanski with Sigourney Weaver and Ben Kingsley. 

Dorfman’s story is set during a violent dictatorship. Political prisoner Paulina Salas is raped by a sadistic doctor whose face she never sees. Years pass and the regime falls. Paulina now lives in a country house with her husband. When he returns home one night with a stranger named Dr Miranda, Paulina recognises the voice of her warder. She takes him prisoner, reversing their roles, and makes audiences feel uncomfortable as they witness her own sexual desires stirred by this messenger of death.

Gabriel García Márquez in his last novel, Memories of My Melancholy Whores, 2005, relates the tale of a man who decides to pay for a final night of love with a virgin on his ninetieth birthday – a new slant in the new world, but still we can picture the white breasts of Persephone as Hades reaches out from the Underworld.

Dalí and Death

Death and the Maiden interpretation by Salvador Dali

by Salvador Dali

Salvador Dalí reinvented the image as a ballerina embedded in a skull, the iconography reminding us that the sand is racing through the hourglass. Youth is fleeting. Death comes for us all. Eat, drink and make love now, every day, before it is too late.

Not bad advice, but the retelling of the story has always been taken up by men who pay scant regard to beauty as a product of character, or love as a mysterious fusion. Their pens are stiffened by visions of the virgin falling for their own mirror image, a foul-smelling old bloke sliding towards the grave.

New times warrant a new twist on the theme. Death and the Maiden as Death and the Adonis, perhaps, the slim young deity (played by Timothée Chalamet?) falling for the Gorgon Medusa with her fearful features and snakes for hair. Now, who shall we cast in that role?


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  1. Clearly, I need to revisit Sex, Surrealism, Dali, and Me as I have now wet my whistle with a taste of what I have forgotten. And what a savory taste it is. Every time I read one of Clifford’s posts, I am reminded of the depths and breadths of my ignorance about just about … well … everything. Yet rather than chew over the bitter taste of my ignorance, I savor the flavor of the fruits of what I have learned.

  2. As I write this I started listening to a concert of Schubert’s String Quartet no.14 and my loins are stirring with the flowing seduction of the violins and thoughts of man’s carnal desire for the purity of young flesh. But today, man’s libido has been clipped and sequestered so all that remains are the fleeting moments in life before we stare Death in the face – unless, one can overcome the vulgar and erotic, in a way such as Lewis Carroll, who turned his infatuation with a young girl into one of the most iconic literary characters of all time – and then there are instances like the pop song Clare by Gilbert O’Sullivan that was inspired by his love for his manager’s daughter (who he used to babysit for!) and of course there’s Polanski who can never be forgiven for drugging and raping a 13 year old girl but went onto make one of the best films ever in Chinatown and about incest – then there’s Mick Jagger, or the sordid case of Epstein and his pedo gang including a British royal. The list goes on – and it is of no surprise that money corrupts – it can buy flesh. You only have to look at the amount of sexual slavery that goes on around the world. Young flesh is a commodity that can fetch a lot in affluent circles.
    Man is often guilty of the most wicked cruel sin and cannot hold himself back from the ultimate fantasy – and crime.
    But putting the struggle into context, it has produced great art and perhaps that’s where it should be left – to contemplate what life comes down to – and for most mere mortals who can appreciate great love for what it is – the harmonious union of desire and passion between man and woman – of roughly equal age – give or take 20 years.

    The concert has come to a sudden end and I’m back in the present.

    Thinking about it, Angelina Jolie would play a good Medusa!

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