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The Collector presents the hobby of collecting as a selfish practice of hoarding beauty. Most prominent is Frederick’s butterfly collecting, but Miranda also compares his lepidoptery to art collecting. In her view art collectors are “anti-life, anti-art, anti-everything” (111) because they steal from the world for their private collections. She also dislikes the collector’s obsession with categorizing art; she believes art should be experienced, not intellectualized. Frederick’s lepidoptery expresses the “anti-life” quality Miranda identifies at his core: “He’s a collector. That’s the great dead thing in him” (168).
The collector is concerned with trophies, prizing them for their rarity and value, more than their beauty. Butterflies are beautiful insects, but to kill and pin them in a display case becomes about quantity, control, and status, not aesthetic appreciation. Frederick treats Miranda the same way, prizing her social position over her selfhood. Miranda realizes that all Frederick cares about is possessing her: “The sheer joy of having me under his power, of being able to spend all and every day staring at me […] It’s me he wants, my look, my outside; not my emotions or my mind or my soul or even my body. Not anything human” (168). Collecting is about selfishness and superficiality; Frederick treats Miranda as a trophy rather than an actual romantic partner.
Frederick thinks that he collects to preserve beauty; however, he actually destroys that beauty. Frederick pins his butterfly specimens in cases he keeps in drawers, no longer capable of the fluttering flight that enhances their aesthetic appeal. Moreover, he also hides what remains of their beauty from the world. Seeing his encased specimens saddens and angers Miranda: “I’m thinking of all the butterflies that would have come from these if you’d let them live. I’m thinking of all the living beauty you’ve ended” (57). Frederick wants beauty to be something he can look at whenever he wants. Frederick transforms once-living creatures into mere objects entombed in glass.
Caging Miranda reminds Frederick of waiting to kill a fully developed butterfly, or imago. When Miranda steps from her room dressed up for the farewell party, her beauty overwhelms him: “I had the same feeling I did when I had watched an imago emerge, and then to have to kill it. I mean, the beauty confuses you, you don’t know what you want to do any more, what you should do” (61). Frederick responds to his confusion with a mixture of fear and violence, angry at the part of him that doesn’t want to kill or preserve, he embraces servility and repression before allowing his brutality to emerge. He claims to be reluctant to kill the imagos he raises because their life is beautiful, just as he claims to be reluctant to imprison Miranda because of her beauty. However, in the end Frederick ignores these pretended misgivings. This analogy foreshadows Miranda’s demise: Since she is one of Frederick’s butterflies, her fate can only be death.
Frederick can’t interact with beauty, he can only view it. Beautiful things fluster him and make him self-conscious; he hates Miranda’s inner life because he is aware that as he looks at her, she is looking back and judging him. This happens when Miranda seduces him: Despite his obsession and his fantasy of a romance between them, Frederick cannot get an erection. This limitation isn’t because Frederick is asexual, but because he’s a voyeur, aroused by spying on couples in the woods while out butterfly hunting and by pornographic photos of unwilling subjects. The naked photos he forces Miranda into allow him to effectively pin her in a display case—to render her beauty fully inert. In these photographs, Frederick finds the sexual outlet he can’t with the living Miranda: “I could take my time with them. They didn’t talk back at me” (95). One gets the feeling that if Frederick could preserve Miranda’s corpse, he would find his ideal sexual outlet.
As a would-be collector of idealized women, Frederick is disappointed that Miranda isn’t like his butterfly specimens. He captures her like a butterfly, using the van ostensibly intended for collecting trips and the chloroform for his killing bottle. While he cannot kill her because he doesn’t know how to preserve a human, Frederick doesn’t want to see Miranda as a person: as Miranda reflects, “I’m meant to be dead, pinned, always the same, always beautiful. He knows that part of my beauty is being alive, but it’s the dead me he wants. He wants me living-but-dead” (184). Still, Frederick makes Miranda as much of an object as possible: idolizing her, imprisoning her, isolating her. Miranda fights back, refusing to be Frederick’s inert specimen. Her resistance reminds him of her humanity; each time Miranda “flutter[s] out of line” (184), Frederick commits all the more to her death.
Frederick and Miranda’s relationship dramatizes the class conflict in England between the upstart working class (which Miranda calls the New People) and the bourgeoisie. As Miranda writes toward the end of her journal, “It’s a battle between Caliban and myself. He is the New People and I am the Few” (255). In their relationship, this class conflict manifests as the lord–bondsman dialectic developed by the 19th century philosopher Hegel (see Background). In this dialectic, which characterizes a specific zero-sum power dynamic, the two parties vacillate between being superior and inferior—a constant battle between class status and physical power.
Miranda refuses to yield to Frederick’s physical dominance of her, positioning herself as the psychological winner of their struggle for power. Around him, she adopts the snobbishness she otherwise disavows in an effort to get the upper hand on her captor by using her bourgeois background. In contrast, Frederick wants to adopt Miranda’s class status in an effort to get closer to her. In the first weeks of her captivity, he represses his physical dominance as well. Praising himself for losing his desire to photograph her nude like the women in the pornographic photo books he likes, he commits to a higher expression of class:
I didn’t think about the books or about her posing, things like that disgusted me, it was because I knew they would disgust [Miranda] too. There was something so nice about her you had to be nice too, you could see she sort of expected it (36).
Just as in The Tempest Caliban lusts for Miranda’s virtue, so too here Frederick yearns to internalize some of Miranda Grey’s cultured presence. Frederick’s obsequy makes Miranda feel obligated to correct his inferior ways: “I’m so superior to him. I know this sounds wickedly conceited. But I am. And so it’s Ladymont and Boadicaea [Boudica] and noblesse oblige all over again. I feel I’ve got to show him how decent human beings live and behave” (134). Miranda sees herself as Boudica, the first-century British queen who became a national heroine for leading a failed revolt against the invading Romans. As someone of a higher social class, Miranda feels the nobleman’s obligation—noblesse oblige—to shepherd people like Frederick.
Frederick represents the New People Miranda despises; she tells him “You’re the most perfect specimen of petit bourgeois squareness I’ve ever met” (77). Resentment, conventionalism, and conservatism define this upstart class. Frederick rails against the bourgeoisie for their snobbery, yet aspires to their status. Even when Frederick strikes it rich, his social standing remains mostly unchanged: Money doesn’t equate to class status in England; in London, Frederick and his family continue being condescended to as new money. Similarly, he resents Miranda for patronizing him, yet worships her as a Madonna. Frederick wants something he can’t have, a frustration that expresses itself in violence, sexual assault, and kidnapping.
Frederick prizes the conventionality of the bourgeoisie, but his version of it is even less aesthetically pleasing because it’s imitative: His stilted speech, kitschy decorations, and overly-formal wardrobe are a poor facsimile of the already bad taste of the middle classes (who themselves tend to be mocked in England for not quite being elevated enough to be upper class). Frederick wants to be middle class and tries to impress Miranda with his taste: “Something I thought a lot about was how I would like her to see my house and all the furnishings!” (47). Even after Miranda condemns his unfashionable décor, Frederick sticks to his poor impression of bourgeois aesthetics, arranging the cottage like “really grand hotel” (81) for the farewell party Miranda requests—an aspiration that betrays his lack of understanding about what English upper classes value. (Hotels are déclassé, unlike stately manor homes, for example.)
All of these socio-economic details seemingly put Frederick on the back foot in his power struggle with Miranda—he is agreeable, servile, and polite, often more servant than warder. Miranda remarks on this reactive dynamic (dialectic): “I always seem to end up by talking down to you. I hate it. It’s you. You always squirm one step lower than I can go” (55). Miranda finds herself forced into the role of the superior aesthete. However, this hides the reality that in their lord–bondsman dynamic, he has total physical power over Miranda. Frederick subordinates himself to Miranda as protection against her condescension and as a way to excuse to himself his kidnapping, sexual assault, and torture of her: If he makes himself nothing, he can pretend to be Ferdinand rather than Caliban. Eventually Frederick tires of subordinating himself and exploits his true power: He chloroforms her and dumps her on her bed: “She looked a sight, the dress all off one shoulder. I don’t know what it was, it got me excited, it gave me ideas, seeing her lying there right out. It was like I’d showed who was really the master” (93). Violence identifies Frederick as superior; a position he cements by murdering Miranda.
At the beginning of the novel, neither Frederick nor Miranda is an authentic individual—in existentialist terms, both live in bad faith, estranged from their true selves.
Sartre describes bad faith as shirking responsibility for your actions by denying your agency and thus seeing yourself as an object acted on by external forces outside your control. Frederick does just this, seeing himself as a victim, helpless in the face of England’s powerful class system. He defines himself against the bourgeoisie, making his class resentment a cornerstone of his personality. In other words, rather than determine his identity, he lets himself be defined by others. His envious bitterness is a defense mechanism—one he exploits to never accept responsibility for his crimes. By the end of the book, Frederick is no closer to letting go of his reified conception of the world. Though he no longer worships Miranda as a Madonna, he sees her as a “common street-woman” (117)—a demotion that reveals that Frederick still cannot imagine that his victim has an inner life and personhood. Underscoring this, Frederick plans to kidnap Marian, a lower-class woman he believes would be more impressionable, again betraying his inability to see past class status and his desire to continue to collect and dominate victims.
Frederick illustrates the extreme danger of evading responsibility. This is clearest when he reflects on the chain of events preceding Miranda’s demise: “It was like a joke mousetrap I once saw, the mouse just went on and things moved, it couldn’t ever turn back, but just on and on into cleverer and cleverer traps until the end” (249). It is shocking that even after imprisoning, isolating, and murdering a young woman who is literally trapped in an escapable cage, it is himself that Frederick compares to the mouse. This willfully obtuse misrepresentation of what has happened is the ultimate rejection of accountability.
Miranda denies her agency in a much more mundane way: To rebel against her bourgeois parents, she adopts George’s personality as her own. Miranda resents her parents—particularly her mother, who is abusive and has an alcohol addiction—for opposing her wish to become an artist. In a dream, Miranda comforts her mother after her mother shreds one of Miranda’s paintings in a fit of rage—a literalized vision of how quashed Miranda feels by her parents’ stifling expectations. Unfortunately, rather than being a liberator, George only offers an alternative yet equally rigid set of rules. In George, Miranda imagines a champion of impassioned, creative living. She idealizes him, treating herself as a blank slate for his ideas: “How many times have I disagreed with him? And then a week later with someone else I find I’m arguing as he would argue. Judging people by his standards” (154). In a way, her relationship with George is a mental prison—she is trapped within his dismissing opinions, refusing to develop her own. The power dynamic between Miranda and George echoes her relationship with Frederick. Both relationships are defined by the lord–bondsman dialectic and by existential inauthenticity. George lives in bad faith because while he claims to hate unoriginality, his own work is a lesser copy of the work of a more accomplished painter. Miranda operates in bad faith insofar as she loses herself in George, adopting his personality as her own.
However, during her actual imprisonment, which isolates her from George’s malign influence, Miranda begins questioning George’s opinions and acknowledging his faults—the first steps toward self-confidence. In the mirror in her cell, Miranda sees herself undergoing this change in character, becoming unrecognizable to herself: “Sometimes I don’t seem real to myself, it suddenly seems that it isn’t my reflection only a foot or two away” (248). Miranda eventually recognizes her newfound authenticity: “You become very real to yourself in a strange way. As you never were before. So much of you is given to ordinary people, suppressed, in ordinary life” (248). In this scene of introspection, Miranda becomes attuned to the self previously stifled by her worship of George and her rebelliousness against her parents. Ironically, Miranda becomes existentially free while imprisoned, shedding her psychological chains:
I would not want this not to have happened. Because if I escape I shall be a completely different and I think better person. Because if I don’t escape, if something dreadful happened, I shall still know that the person I was and would have stayed if this hadn’t happened was not the person I now want to be (279).
Forced into endless introspection, Miranda outgrows the rebelliousness, hero-worship, and irresponsibility of adolescence. In contrast, Frederick never stops evading responsibility for his actions and remains trapped in a cycle of envy. As Miranda tells him, “You’re the one imprisoned in a cellar” (61). By the end of the novel, Frederick is physically free but psychologically caged, while Miranda is psychologically free but physically caged
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