Sailor Stories by Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, trans. Michael Lombardi-Nash
#KarlHeinrichUlrichs was a pioneering gay rights activist in the late 19th century. #SailorStories features four haunting #nautical tales, including the first gay male #vampire story. Translated by #MichaelLombardi-Nash of #UraniaManuscripts.
Sailor Stories was written between 1883 and 1884 while Karl Heinrich Ulrichs—first gay activist in the modern sense of the term—was in self-exile in Italy and was first published in German in 1885. The four stories collected in Sailor Stories are inspired by Old Norse folk tales and beautifully haunting. Haunting is truly the best way to describe them, they aren’t ghost stories and I wouldn’t…
heyy you might have been asked this before but im about to start a project for my english class about queer (especially bisexual) vampires, i can find quite a lot of stuff about dracula but do you have any links or anything to more general stuff about vampires and sexuality
I did write a little bit about landmark articles regarding queer readings of Dracula here, but I confess to being very out of the loop as regards this vein of scholarship and as regards non-Dracula vampire scholarship in general these days. Nina Auerbach's Our Vampires Ourselves might have some critical material you could find useful, and while I haven't read it in a long while Trevor Holmes "Coming Out of the Coffin: Gay Males and Queer Goths in Contemporary Vampire Fiction" in Blood Read: The Vampire as Metaphor in Contemporary Culture is certainly applicable to your topic. Both of these works are fairly old at this point, however, and I wasn't blown out of the water by either of them.
In terms of vampire texts you might examine outside of Dracula that will provide fruitful queer readings, I can probably give you some more direction. I assume if you're researching this topic, you are familiar with Carmilla, but another queer 19th century vampire text I wish more people were familiar with was Karl Heinrich Ulrichs’ "Manor," a short story written by an early gay rights activist that [Spoilers] feature's a youth beset by a vampire boyfriend who yearns for him hard enough to twist his way around and off of the stake pinning him to his coffin! Interview with the Vampire is pretty easily read through a queer lens as is the film The Hunger. While I've only had it recommended to me by a colleague and have yet to read it, The Gilda Stories features a black bisexual heroine and I have been told it is a very enjoyable text.
If any of my followers have additional suggestions, please feel free to chime in! This is a topic I'd be happy to revisit at this point myself, and I'd benefit from any recommendations people have.
Is it too late to submit Manor the eponymous character from the 1914 short story by Karl Heinrich Ulrich? I would've liked to imagine some mlm-wlw vampire rivalry between him and Carmilla.
while it is a tad too late, maybe in a while i might go for a round 3?
Yep, you read that title correctly. In honor of Halloween may I present an obscure little treasure known as “Manor” by Karl Heinrich Ulrichs. Written in 1885 as a part of his “Sailor Stories”, it recounts the romance between the teenage boy Har and a teen sailor, the eponymous Manor. Set in the Foroe Islands, Manor rescues Har from drowning at sea, and the boys become inseparable friends and lovers. When Manor dies tragically, Har begs all the gods to do something, and Urda, a Norne from Norse mythology, complies, returning Manor to half-life as a vampire. Back from the grave, Manor and Har rekindle their love. I won’t spoil the ending, but it’s a genuinely romantic story written around the same time as Dracula and Carmilla, yet hasn’t gotten the same recognition. So, I’m shining the spotlight on it, and encouraging you all to seek it out for yourself for some positive queer media from before the 20th century.
A little fun facts about Ulrichs, he used Aphrodite to categorize sexual orientations based on the variations of Aphrodite. He used Uranus’ sexless begetting of Aphrodite as the basis for his terms for gays (Urning), lesbians (Urninden), and bisexuals (Uranodioning), while Aphrodite’s sexual begetting by Zeus and Dionne as his basis for the terms for heterosexuals (Dioning). These terms relate to the two aspects of Aphrodite. Aphrodite Urania, the sexless being of unconditional love as the child of Uranus, and Aphrodite Pandemos, the lustful goddess of fertility and desire as the child of Zeus and Dione. He was also open to the concept of Intersex people, though he addressed them as Third Sex. If we transliterate, I could easily see his terminology resurfacing as Uranic, Uradionic, and Dionic in English. I’m all for reading a steamy Uranic romance novel.
This weekend Seattle celebrates Pride! So let us mark the occasion this Frightful Friday with a story from Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, a pioneer of the modern gay rights movement. Today’s selection, “Manor”, in which two sailors are separated by the shroud--though love never really dies, now does it?-- exhibits a German Romantic, almost folktale like quality in its tragic telling.
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For the next three weeks, I'll be posting my adaptation of the vampire romance short story Manor (1884) by gay rights pioneer Karl Heinrich Ulrichs that I did for the comics anthology Strange Romance Vo. 2 in 2017. Presented here with new lettering and a new title page.
Tommy lurched his way into the room and tossed his backpack at the far wall.
“So detention went well, then?” Jack asked. He was seated at the head of his bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs splayed out over the bed. Each of his knees had a hot pack on them.
Both Jack and Tommy had been struck by an intense growth spurt of late, and both were dealing with it in their own ways. Judging from the reading glasses perched on his nose and the closed book on the beside table, Jack had been trying to distract himself by reading.
Tommy, for his part, took a seat at the keyboard at the foot on his own bed. He began to plunk out a few notes without any real semblance of a tune. “Eh,” he said with a shrug. “It was detention. Long, boring… not like it was ever gonna be anything different. I don’t know why they bother.”
“Pretty sure it’s supposed to make you want to not get detention,” Jack pointed out.
“It’s not like it’s my fault,” Tommy replied. His plunking was beginning to find a tune: A slow, jazzy piece.
“You didn’t have to punch him,” Jack said.
Tommy shrugged. “He didn’t have to call me that.”
Jack rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bed. “Fine,” he said. “If you’re going to complain about it being boring, you could at least find something to occupy yourself. Like, you know. Homework?”
Tommy’s playing faltered. “We can’t all get it done in class, or fifteen minutes when we get home, you know,” he said.
“You insist on giving yourself an hour after school to do absolutely nothing,” Jack said. “That’s more than enough time to get it all done, if you would actually try.”
“Fifteen minutes, an hour,” Tommy said with a wave of his hand. His tune shifted into something more hectic, less relaxed, though the change was subtle. “Whatever. The point is, this kind of stuff isn’t easy for all of us.”
“It’s not like it’s effortless for me,” Jack said. “Especially if I not have to do it twice every night.”
“So I need your help!” Tommy said. “I’m sorry!”
“That’s just it,” Jack said. “You don’t need my help. You taught yourself Mozart and Jazz. You’re fifteen.”
“Music is different!” Tommy said. “It’s just… practice. And all of the rules are simple.”
“The rules for everything else are simple too,” Jack said. “If you actually bothered to learn them, and think about them without me looking over your shoulder. You’ve gotten so used to thinking of me as ‘the smart brother’ that you’ve stopped trying.”
Tommy stopped playing and looked over his shoulder at Jack. He wore a hurt expression--a rarity of Tommy. “Jesus, Jack,” he said. “It’s not like I ask for your help with everything. I’m just not… sure, and I figured you were okay with double checking. If it’s bothering you that much I’ll stop.”
Jack sighed. He took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes. “No,” he said. “Sorry. It’s nothing like that. I’m just… stressed. I’ve had stuff on my mind.”
Tommy’s eyes narrowed. “You need me to talk to someone?” he asked. He turned back to the keyboard, and began to play again.
“No,” Jack said quickly. “It isn’t a people thing. Also, you still have detention for the next couple days, man.”
“It’d be worth it,” Tommy said.
“No, it wouldn’t.”
Tommy shrugged. “Whatever. So what’s your problem, then?”
Jack hummed and rubbed his head. “Well,” he said. “I think I’m gay.”
Tommy’s playing paused for a moment. Then the tune changed again.
Jack frowned. “Elton John?” he asked.
“It seemed appropriate,” Tommy replied. “Plus, it’s good. You don’t like Elton John?”
���I mean, he’s okay?” Jack said with a shrug. “Just seemed a little on the nose.”
“Music always does,” Tommy said. “You ever read the musical credits in a movie, or anything like that? I think they pick those songs just based on which title will sound the most appropriate for the scene.” He shrugged. “Anyways, what makes you think that? I mean, aside from really liking Hot Dogs.”
Jack tossed one of his heating packs at Tommy’s head. “So I’ve been reading Kant lately, right?”
“And Nietzsche and… what’s his name, Leibniz,” Tommy asked. “The Germans?”
“I’m… not sure I’d put it like that,” Jack said.
Tommy shrugged and stopped playing for a moment to make finger quotes. “The Natives,” he said.
Jack considered this for a moment. “Fair enough,” he said. “Anyways, yeah, so I’ve been reading The Germans. And I found out about Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, and read some of his papers about Urning.”
“Okay, so what’s that?” Tommy asked. He had apparently grown bored of Elton John, and had moved over to what might be described as a jazz rendition of Bach.
“Well… being gay, basically,” Jack said.
Tommy stopped playing again and frowned over his shoulder at Jack. “Then why don’t they just call it that?” he asked.
“I dunno, because Karl Heinrich Ulrichs was alive in like, the 1800s,” Jack said. “I don’t think they had a term for being gay back then. Anyways, I was reading his papers, and some of it sounded familiar.”
“You needed an Academic Report to realize you prefer bananas to peaches?” Tommy asked with a snort. “You might not be the smart brother, but you’re definitely the nerd brother.” He dodged another hot pack and laughed.
“I’d never thought about it,” Jack said. “I just figured everybody felt like that, so I never bothered to wonder. Did you ever wonder if you were straight or gay?”
“Not really,” Tommy said. He frowned. “But now I kinda do, actually. I mean, if you’re gay, doesn’t that mean I have to be too?”
“Does it?” Jack asked.
“Well, we’re twins, right?” Tommy said. “It’s supposed to be a genetic thing, so, wouldn’t that mean I’m gay too?”
Jack frowned. “I dunno,” he said. “Ulrich wasn’t exactly modern. I don’t know that much about it.”
“I don’t think I’m gay,” Tommy said, scratching his head. “Are you sure you are?”
“Pretty sure,” Jack said. “Ulrich, uh… isn’t exactly the only reading I’ve been doing.”
“Huh,” Tommy said. He rested his chin on his fist, absentmindedly tapping a key. “You think Mom would know?”
“Why would she?” Jack asked. “I mean, I know she knows a lot of stuff, but I’m pretty sure she’s not gay. She and Mr. McKinnon used to date or something, right?”
“Sure,” Tommy said, “but they don’t anymore, so that could be why. But I was thinking she used to live in Thailand or something, right? They’ve got those…” he waved his hands vaguely. “Guys? Girls? They’ve got that thing there.”
“I don’t think it’s quite the same,” Jack said. “I don’t feel like a girl. At least, I don’t think. I don’t really know what a girl feels like, but I mean, I feel fine as I am. Also, I thought she lived in Taiwan?”
“Huh,” Tommy said. He leaned against the keyboard, rubbing his chin. “Dunno.”
They were silent for a while. Tommy continued to rub his face and, at the very least, put on the face of thought. After a moment he said, “Have you talked to her? Mom, I mean?”
“No,” Jack said. “I was thinking it over. I guess I wanted to tell you first. Think I should?”
Tommy retrieved one of the heating packs and tossed it back at Jack. “Obviously. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to hide it from her forever, right?”
“I wasn’t planning on hiding it at all,” Jack said.
“Well, you may as well tell her then, right?” Tommy said. “If you’re not going to hide it, then she may as well know. It’s not like she’s gonna have an issue with it. Thailand, and all that.”
“Taiwan,” Jack said. “I guess you’re right.”
“About Thailand?” Tommy asked with a smirk.
Jack rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he said. “Let’s go talk to her.” He heaved and rolled himself out of bed--or at least, tried to. He wound up on his side, then rolled limply off to the floor. With a grunt of exertion he managed to haul himself to his feet, though he tottered unsteadily.
Tommy laughed. “That bad?”
“I’ve been sitting here since school,” Jack grunted. “I didn’t think so, but--jesus, I hope this is over soon.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Tommy said. He dragged himself up from the keyboard as well. “Any idea how much we’ve gone up?”
“An inch or two, at least,” Jack said. “I scraped the top of my head on a doorframe the other day. You?”
“Not quite yet,” Tommy said. “But I’ve been slouching.”
They tottered their way out of the room, making sure to duck beneath the doorway. The hallways, at least, were tall enough that they didn’t have to duck under the lighting fixtures. Even so, they moved with the carefulness of teenagers who have learned just enough that they don’t know their own bodies. And--judging from the odd crack in the plaster of the walls--that they don’t know their own strength.
Erin was in the other side of the manor, in her office. At first glance, the room seemed ordinary enough. The door was new compared to the rest of the house, clean of any scratches and with bright, shiny new hinges.
Jack and Tommy, however, knew the reason why the door and hinges were new. The hinges were much hardier than normal metal, with screws that bored an inch into the wall, and the door itself was reinforced and treated with something. Neither Jack nor Tommy knew exactly what it was, but they expected it was one of their mother’s concoctions. Whatever the case, it rendered the door virtually fireproof, soundproof, and, as Tommy had tested, knife proof.
Jack knocked on the door. Though no sound came through the door, there was the distant sound of shuffling through the walls. A few moments later a bolt unlatched, and the door creaked open.
Erin stepped out. She wore a heavy canvas apron, with a pair of similar gloves slung over the shoulder. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her hair was held back by a strip of cloth that was probably as old as Jack and Tommy.
“Hey, guys,” she said. She untied the cloth and used it to wipe a few smudges of some unknown material off her face. “I was just finishing up something. Saskatoon cooked up a new glamour, so I thought I’d have to crack it. Turns out it’s just a couple of old ones layered on top of each other and sealed with… well.” she waved a hand. “Shop talk. Anyways, what’s up?”
Jack and Tommy peered at one another. Jack frowned. “Uh,” he asked. “Did you live in Thailand, or Taiwan?”
Erin cocked an eyebrow at that. “I lived in Myanmar,” she said. “Well, it was burma back then. Why?”
“Cause Jack’s gay,” Tommy said.
Erin blinked, and frowned. “Uh,” she said. “Okay, back up for me there.”
“Cause Thailand has those… guys,” Tommy said. “So, you know, we thought--”
“Okay,” Erin cut him off. “Tommy, for someone who pokes as much fun at white people as you, you could at least try to be a bit more sensitive. Kathoey isn’t the same as gay. It’s more like Transgendered. I don’t know that much about it, which is why I don’t go around talking about it.” She shot a hard look at Tommy, who raised his hands defensively.
“Anyways, why bring that up?” She asked, turning to Jack. “Do you think you’re transgendered?”
Jack shrugged. “Pretty sure no,” he said. “I was just talking to Tommy about it--being gay I mean--and we were wondering if he was gay too. And neither of us really… know.” he shrugged. “I don’t think we really have a frame of reference. But twins are supposed to be the same, right?”
Erin shrugged. “I don’t know much about that, but I’ve known some twins where one was gay and one wasn’t. But maybe one was fooling herself. I can tell you one thing, though: If you’re doing something that doesn’t work for you, you’ll know it.”
Tommy and Jack looked at one another, and then back at Erin.
“Don’t look into it,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’ve had relationships, they didn’t work out, end of story. The point is, Tommy, if you were gay, you’d probably know.”
“Jack needed an academic report,” Tommy pointed out.
“And you are not Jack,” Erin retorted. “Jack, I can see it. You, would just know.” She leaned over and bopped him gently on the arm.
Erin turned back to Jack. She reached up, and managed to put a hand on his shoulder. “Anyways, concerning lack of cultural sensitivity aside, thanks for telling me. That takes a lot of guts. There’s more than a few kids out there who wouldn’t tell their parents.” She sighed a bit. “There’s more than a few kids out there who have good reason to.”
“Yeah, well,” Jack said. He smiled faintly, though there was a hollowness to it. “I figure you already know stuff about us that would turn off more than a few parents…”
All three fell silent. The air was somber, At least, it was until Tommy said, “Yeah, like how much hair you leave in the shower.”
Jack punched Tommy’s shoulder, but laughed. “Whatever,” he said. “I just… didn’t want to lie about this, too, I guess. I’m pretty sure we’re past the lynching times, so I… dunno.” He shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Fuck it, right?” Tommy said. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? You’re you.”
Erin patted Jack’s arm. “You’re a good kid, Jack,” she said. “I wish more people were allowed to see it. Really.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Jack said. He bent down, and managed to make it low enough to hug Erin with a minimum of grunting.”
“You know it, Kid,” Erin said. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m fuckin’ starving. Stupid question, but you guys want food? Jack’s turn to pick.”
“Rabbit,” Jack said without hesitation. “My legs are screaming at me.”
“I’ll get one out of the hutch for you,” Erin said. “But I think I’ll just order a pizza for me.”
Has anyone else read “Manor” by Karl Heinrich Ulrichs?
I always want to bring it up whenever people are talking about vampire lore because it’s the strangest vampire story I’ve ever read.
But like, I think it was only officially published in German and Spanish, and the English translation I read was on this sketchy Angelfire site with a ton of pop-ups. I think it was just done by the person running the site for fun? And so they could cite it in their essay on Vampires and Homosexuality?
It’s one of those stories that’s so weird it gets stuck in your head. I’ll be fuckin’ grocery shopping and just go, ‘Remember that vampire story where the vampire wants to suck on his boyfrend’s tiddy so bad he shimmied up the 6 foot long stake the locals stuck in his chest so he couldn’t do exactly that?’
Yes Brain, yes I do remember that, what’s that got to do with whether or not I should get these pizza rolls?
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Manor by Karl Heinrich Ulrich
What a beautiful, lovely, haunting short story. I think I’ve mentioned before that when I was five or so I…
Manor ist eine ungewöhnliche Liebesgeschichte aus der Feder von Karl Heinrich Ulrich, bei der es dem Liebespaar unmöglich zu sein scheint, getrennt voneinander zu sein. Mindestens täglich müssen sie sich sehen. Auch nach dem Tode…
Manor – welch ein seltsamer Name. Louis Friedemann Thiese leiht diesem Mann seine Stimme und überzeugt auf ganzer Linie. Die Zuneigung zu Har, gesprochen von Tom Raczko, wird sehr deutlich. Tom Raczko nimmt man sofort ab, wie schwer ihn der Tod des Freundes Manor trifft, wie sehr er trauert und wie wenig überrascht er ist, als er ihn auch nach dessen Tod erneut begegnet.
Ein Highlight ist für mich Dagmar von Kurmin als weise Frau, die mit Runenstäben das Geheimnis zu ergründen sucht. Eine großartige Besetzung! Monica Bielenstein spricht die verängstigte und besorgte Mutter hervorragend. Das Aufeinandertreffen von Mutter und der weisen Frau ist ein eindringlicher und entscheidender Moment, der die Tragik der ganzen Geschichte gut auf den Punkt bringt.
Die Geschichte ist spannend inszeniert und fernab von den übertriebenen und bekannten Klischees einer solchen Gruselgeschichte. Es ist vielmehr eine Liebesgeschichte zweier junger Männer, die vom Tod getrennt wurden und unter der der (Über-)Lebende schlimm leidet. Tom Raczko vermittelt dies beeindruckend. Besonders das Ende der Geschichte ist tragisch. Wie zwar so oft bei dieser Art der Geschichte, allerdings aus einem leicht anderen Grund. Besonders interessant ist die Darstellung des Geschehens. Es ist schrecklich, aber ohne eben in Klischees wie Gut und Böse zu verfallen. Ohne diese vorgegebene Meinung ist der Hörer freier in seinem Denken und es ist ihm überlassen über das Geschehen zu denken und richten wie er mag.
Zusammen mit der Mutter von Har, Lära, und der weisen Frau machen sich drei Männer daran, den jungen Har vor dem Tod zu bewahren. Horst Naumann, Helmut Winkelmann und Rolf Berg sind dafür eine gute Besetzung. Ihre Stimmen passen in die Szenerie einsamer Inseln.
Thomas Balou Martin spricht Hars Vater, der zwar nur einen kurzen Auftritt hat, aber dafür einen überzeugenden und dramatischen.
Ich finde es faszinierend, wie aus dem kurzen Original ein Hörspiel entstand. Peter Weis ist der Erzähler. Ein guter, wobei ich bei dieser Geschichte lieber einen anderen Sprecher gehört hätte. Besonders zu Beginn ist der Erzähleranteil hoch und das Geschehen wird immer wieder von ihm unterbrochen. Wie in der Vorlage nehmen die Sprechtexte darauffolgend zu.
Mir gefällt das Hörspiel, wobei ich nicht zu entscheiden vermag, ob ich lieber den Text lese oder dem Hörspiel lausche. Wenn ich es eilig habe würde ich wohl eher lesen. Wenn ich müde bin wohl eher die 47 Minuten aufbringen und dem Hörspiel entspannt lauschen.
Die Musik- und Geräuschkulisse passt und ist sehr atmosphärisch. Auch hierbei ist mir Peter Weis aufgefallen: Ich empfand bei einem dramatischen Ereignis die Diskrepanz zwischen der Musik und dem ruhigen Erzähler als etwas zu groß. Insgesamt hätte meiner Auffassung nach eine jüngere Stimme als Erzähler besser gepasst oder zumindest eine härtere, die mehr die Rauheit der Umgebung widerspiegelt, als sanfte Wellen, wie sie Peter Weis repräsentiert.
Fazit
Ein solides Hörspiel und gekonnte Umsetzung der Vorlage auf gewohnt hohem Titania Medien Niveau mit einem – besonders im Hinblick auf die damalige Zeit – brisantem Thema, das überraschend wertungsfrei geschildert wird.