Alraune (Part Two of Two)

This is your warning that unless you are already intimately familiar with Hanns Heinz Ewers’ novel Alraune and the underground rapper Drrty Pharms you should probably read the first part of this if you want anything to make sense. The first part is almost entirely background and now, using it as a ladder, I can reach for the light bulb and start the shadow puppet play.

The first order of business is to explain what made me compare Wolfe Margolies and Alraune at all. Wolfe was born in 1992 and his mother, the psychotherapist Liz Margolies, had been identifying as a lesbian and active in the world of academic feminism for decades. I only learned this from one of my sources after I began researching this piece but Wolfe’s father is an anonymous sperm donor he most likely has not even attempted to learn the identity of.

It’s important to note that while Alraune’s adoptive father engineered her birth as an experiment in the novel, Liz Margolies’ impulse to pursue motherhood almost certainly stemmed from more traditional motivations. Without knowing her personally the most I can do is place things in a historical context: the movie Look Who’s Talking premiered in 1989 and Whoopi Goldberg’s Made In America followed in 1993 – a year after Wolfe was born.

Both films are centered on the concept of career women raising children as a personal decision enabled by the same methodology. What I’m implying is not causation but a larger social moment where stigma against single motherhood was shifting. Sex and the ownership of offspring are deep questions in any human culture – while fatherhood was once seen as the default in a proprietary sense this has largely been pivoted away from.

Another important marker is a rising tendency for married couples to combine last names rather than have either partner give theirs up. While we put the two names in sequence in my own marriage I also have friends who have used elements of both surnames to create something entirely new. All of this is a shift away from viewing heredity in a purely patrilineal sense.

Before proceeding I want to make something unequivocally clear. I myself identify as a feminist and have done so throughout my adult life. The first magazine I subscribed to was Sassy follow-up Jane in the early 2000s. There is a recent tendency in online discourse to place blame for rising misogyny and misogynist violence from men with feminism itself. Whatever ideas I explore that is very much not what I’m doing – feminism has been an overwhelmingly positive force for both men and women and every person is accountable for their own actions.

To return to Wolfe and his birth it seems highly unlikely that Liz had any control over the sex of her child but after Wolfe was born I feel like she must have thought about the dark side of masculinity and whether or not a supportive feminist environment could make a positive difference in this regard. I did hear from one of my sources that later, after Wolfe’s problematic behavior patterns emerged, she often thought about his nature and whether or not the hand of destiny had irrevocably shaped the person he would become.

In Alraune the father of the child is a rapist and murderer who donates his genetic material on the eve of his execution. Sperm banks market themselves very differently with rhetoric about doctors and lawyers but pragmatically speaking their donor pool is limited to men either in need of quick money or emotionally invested in the concept of anonymous children. When I tried to donate in my own college days the only concern seemed to be sperm count and mine was too low – if there was an additional screening process I never saw it.

There are several prominent lawsuits from donees who discovered that a clinic failed to disclose a donor’s psychological or criminal history after issues arose in their children. We start drifting into unsavory Eugenics territory when placing too much importance on factors like criminal history but at the very least things like schizophrenia should be disclosed. The reality is that egg donors go through a far more rigorous screening than their male counterparts but this stems naturally from one gamete being far more expensive to extract and store than the other.

As Wolfe was born in the early nineties it follows that whatever protections are currently in place would have been appreciably more rudimentary then.

I should probably get more into the reasons I want to look at Alraune and Wolfe’s story side by side. Alraune is at heart a monster story with the station of monster being filled by the girl herself. No matter how repugnant his behavior may have become it is not productive to categorize Wolfe in this kind of morally binary context. Ultimately he is a human being and deserves both our empathy and our criticism – insofar as this recognizes both his personal agency and his potential for positive growth and meaningful change.

In the novel, Alraune’s destructive potential lies not in her own actions but her powers of influence over others. In her boarding school she triggers an epidemic of sadistic animal abuse without lifting a finger and eventually steers one of her classmates into a messy suicide attempt. The body count does not begin in earnest until she returns home, blossoms into a young woman and turns her invisible powers toward her many male suitors.

I was only able to briefly converse with a source close to Wolfe but he characterized him as having always been malicious. When I asked whether or not he was popular and influential with his classmates my source said the following:

i mean anybody that was friends with him knew what they were getting into i think

most people knew to stay away”

This echoes a duality in the book where Alraune’s aristocratic peers are powerless under her spell but servants and animals have a natural aversion to her. On the topic of manipulation he offered a single anecdote where the first time he and Wolfe got drunk together Wolfe convinced him he was wearing a diaper for the amusement of watching him piss his pants.

A far cry from animal torture but it is interesting how every feature of the novel character has at least some echo in reality. In a Reddit thread another childhood friend of Wolfe’s characterizes him as “one of those people who could have been a cult leader or something”. An important part of this entire discussion is his relationship with his mother and the influence she held over him – things I will be addressing momentarily.

Alraune’s beauty and sexual appeal are important to the plot of the novel and often described in androgynous terms. The roster of characters succumbing to her fatal attractions includes two women and she frequently dresses in a male bellhop’s uniform to titillate and manipulate her adoptive father. For Wolfe there is no question that his fair hair and delicate features played a role in allowing him to gain access to his female victims and avoid consequences for his behavior as long as he did.

In 2018, the year before his arrest, he appeared on a podcast called Fluid Exchange and spoke candidly on several matters pertinent to this discussion. While he usually spoke boldly about sexually assaulting women in his rap lyrics and social media posts he dances around the subject in this in-person interview – barely acknowledging his history of causing harm in this fashion. What he does seem eager to talk about are his sexual appetites surrounding cuckoldry and feminization.

Early in the interview Wolfe speaks on using estrogen, not for anything related to gender dysphoria, but as part of a larger fetish that can only be described as autogynephilia. He links his fantasies to compulsive overconsumption of pornography – to which he also attributes the heavily racialized aspect of these desires. Sexual submission to Black men is the overarching theme; either through being cuckolded or fulfilling the role of “bottom” in direct sexual contact.

An important aspect of Alraune as a literary figure is amorality and the self-serving pursuit of personal pleasure over empathy. Wolfe seems to be wired in much the same way but frames it in the intellectual trappings of nihilism and an aversion to paternalism in any form. He makes it exceedingly clear that his only reasons for discontinuing a pattern of violent sexual assaults are selfish ones – rather than empathy for his victims or guilt for the pain and harm he had created his sole concern is the displeasure these actions caused him personally.

This is probably as good a time as any to go into Wolfe’s crimes specifically. The majority of this information will be paraphrased from The Daily Beast article by Eamon Levesque – I included a link in the first half of this piece if anybody wants to go straight to the source. Some of these women kept themselves anonymous to avoid harassment from Wolfe’s friends, fans and followers. I won’t be naming anybody but extend an offer to any of these women or other victims to reach out if there is a preferred name, pseudonym or additional information they would like to see added to this essay.

A fourteen year old girl working as a model had been dealing with a chaotic home life and sleeping in a public park as a result. Wolfe offered her shelter, first in his mother’s Chelsea home and later in his own apartment, but used her vulnerability to coerce her into sex. This must have corresponded with Wolfe’s growing interest in being cuckolded because she describes him bringing home strange men to have sex with her – always by force and against her will.

In the Fluid Exchange interview Wolfe describes his cuck fetish as being rooted in his own degradation and the pleasure of his female partners but this young woman’s testimony paints an opposite picture. Ultimately the pathology does not stray very far from the motivations usually ascribed to rape: power, domination and total disregard for a female victim’s boundaries and personhood.

Broadly speaking the entire industry of BDSM dungeons with female dominatrices is rooted in male fantasy rather than female empowerment and only recent technological advancements have allowed some progress toward correcting power imbalances and the democratization of sex work. The final push that allowed this woman to escape from Wolfe, despite his efforts to control every single aspect of her life, was his growing insistence that she bring her eight year old stepsister to his apartment.

Another contradiction in how he presents himself in the Fluid Exchange interview lies in his use of estradiol. On the recording Wolfe is adamant that his use of hormones is a fetish and he would never present himself as trans but the second woman speaks on him doing exactly that as a means of getting her to lower her guard. She had even opened up to him about her own experiences with childhood sexual abuse when he drugged a glass of absinthe he’d offered her to incapacitate and rape her.

She speaks on confronting him after the assault here:

Image from Daily Beast article

Wolfe seems to have been entirely devoid of guilt, shame or remorse. If anything the confrontation probably excited him. As many of these assaults took place in the Chelsea apartment he shared with his mother it’s reasonable to ask where Liz Margolies was while all of this was happening. The testimonies of the next pair of victims paint a disturbing picture.

Much like his literary complement Alraune , Wolfe showed considerable academic aptitude and was valedictorian of his eighth grade class before attending Bard High School Early College in Manhattan. Two of his classmates describe relationships with Wolfe and the aftermath. The first talks about his obsession with having sex with virgins brought on by frequent viewing of Larry Clark and Harmony Korine’s Kids movie.

While their sexual encounter was consensual, Wolfe was dissatisfied with the experience and accused her of having been raped as a child and therefore not a “real virgin”. Wolfe had enough popularity and influence in the social ecosystem of their High School to spread degrading stories about this girl and galvanize a coordinated harassment effort against her. Things got bad enough that she attempted suicide before finally being able to transfer schools.

The next young woman to date Wolfe never felt comfortable enough around him to consent to sex but after he started a school rumor that he’d taken her virginity and she set the record straight he retaliated by breaking into her house and raping her. After this assault he used the classic manipulation tactic of threatening suicide to coerce her into seeing him again but she brought a friend for safety.

In the following excerpt, using the pseudonym of Shannon, she and her friend describe the encounter. Wolfe is begging Shannon to get back together with him when her friend firmly reminds him that he raped her. Wolfe responds by grabbing this girl by the hair and violently attempting to drag her out of the room. Sexual violence from Wolfe should be familiar by now but the behavior of his mother, Liz Margolies, is especially telling:

Image courtesy of Daily Beast

It has been frustratingly difficult to collect information on Liz Margolies beyond her carefully curated public image. There is an audio interview where she discusses motherhood and her early involvement in radical feminism but I lack the academic credentials to access it. For the same reasons I am unable to read a paper she co-authored on domestic violence within lesbian relationships. Nonetheless it is glaringly obvious that her permissive attitudes toward the sexual violence perpetrated by her son and the absence of support for the women directly harmed by him represent a contradiction.

In the Fluid Exchange interview Wolfe speaks on being barred from his mother’s house while he was heavily addicted to heroin but his violent and exploitative behavior within relationships seems not to have engendered the same reaction. In The Daily Beast article the author refers to having received photographs showing the girl who was fourteen at the time sleeping on the couch of Liz’s Chelsea apartment so it seems inconceivable that Liz wouldn’t have had at least an inkling of Wolfe’s exploitation of this young woman.

The Margolies are ethnically Jewish, as I am from my mother’s side of the family, and at many points in this research small things reminded me of my own mother. When my mother was attending Barnard College, the women’s counterpart to Wolfe’s Columbia University in the days before co-Ed campuses, she worked as a personal assistant to a prominent feminist author: Betty Friedan who is best known for The Feminine Mystique. My mother described Friedan as a misogynist and the experience as unpleasant.

More significant is a phenomenon I would call “Jewish cultural misogyny” that I witnessed in that side of the extended family for decades. My grandmother always compared my mother adversely to her brother, who died of cancer at a young age, and all but said she wished things had been the other way around. Growing up my brother and I were treated like princes and put on a pedestal while our mother never missed an opportunity to criticize my two sisters for diet, weight, clothing choices and anything else imaginable.

I’ve been working hard my entire life to unlearn and correct this conditioning and I’m determined to break this cycle if and when my wife and I fulfill our dream of bringing daughters into the world. I wonder if Liz is burdened and affected by the same generational misogyny or if Wolfe’s birth simply triggered protective maternal instincts that overrode and overwhelmed the schools of thought she has devoted her life to.

On that note I need to get into the topic of childhood sexual abuse. My sisters were harassed and I was molested by a man that my mother hired to work in our garden but the greater trauma was that after we worked up the nerve to go to her about it she completely disregarded and refused to believe us:

You kids just don’t understand, people from other countries are just more affectionate than they are here…”

The gardener was from Mexico. It could have been that my mother was trying too hard to be a “good liberal” but I suspect a deeper pathology. She had a scar on her cheek from where a man had cut her while breaking into her New York apartment and almost certainly raped her. The only thing she ever said on the matter was how frightened this man seemed – as if she held more empathy for him than she had for herself as a victim.

Perhaps a touch of Stockholm Syndrome, regardless we went to our father about the gardener and he believed us instantly and chased the abuser from our home under threat of violence. I only bring all of this up because Wolfe makes references to having been subjected to childhood rape in the lyrics of many of his songs – most notably From Victim To Villain. While it’s possible that this is fabulization intended to present himself as a more sympathetic character nearly everything else he rapped about contained some kernel of truth and I have no reason to assume this is any different.

Whatever he went through it in no way reduces his culpability for the many women he terrorized or the sexual abuse of children he enabled and encouraged by consuming the photos and videos thus created. What I do wonder is whether his own mother failed to believe and protect him as mine did and if so whether the resulting guilt played a role in her later permissiveness.

I used to work as a teacher’s aide at the same High School I had previously attended and one of my students had a home life superficially similar to Wolfe’s. This young man was placed in special education classes for his emotional issues but clearly had the intelligence to perform at an advanced level if he would only apply himself. The source of his rage was that his mother was in a lesbian relationship and he had come dangerously close to landing himself in a foster home through violent outbursts directed at his mother’s partner.

I tried to convince him to redirect his efforts to a GED exam, he’d barely been applying himself to the less rigorous special education curriculum, as a way of moving forward in his life and gaining some degree of independence. His anger towards his mother was a tapestry of several important threads: childhood neglect, what he saw as her role in his abandonment by his father, the perception that his own masculinity had been deemed as “unacceptable” – I tried to explain to him that so long as this anger consumed him his mother would remain in the driver’s seat of his life.

I wasn’t able to help much as a mentor or role model. The poison of his wrath was colored by misogyny and homophobia and he resented my efforts to model a way to purge his legitimate grievances of this irrational hate. He didn’t show up for school the following year and the simplest explanation was that he’d either been incarcerated or gotten himself placed in the foster system. I didn’t have the clearance level to find out that sort of information.

Before I listened to Wolfe’s Fluid Exchange interview I’d guessed that his story would cleave closer to that of my former student but instead of anger all the evidence seems to point to intense codependence with Liz. The one trace I saw of resentment was toward Liz separating from a long term girlfriend when Wolfe was thirteen, a woman that he had also grown up calling “mom”, and any subsequent contact being forbidden.

I don’t have enough information to say whether or not this woman had been a parental figure for the entirety of Wolfe’s childhood but based on what I do know it seems more likely than not.

For any readers interested in picking up Alraune themselves this is your warning that I’m about to give away the ending. If you recall Doctor Jacob ten Brinken is both Alraune’s creator and adoptive father. For most of the novel he delights in the carnage brought about by his protégé as a passive spectator and enriches himself through her earth-connected mystical powers.

After the death of Wölfchen Gontram, Alraune’s childhood playmate and favorite toy, the doctor himself falls under her spell. Disregarding the responsibilities of his financial empire he follows the girl like a pet dog and is treated accordingly. His pederastic tendencies are hinted at toward the opening of the text and to reassure himself of his virility he forces himself on a thirteen year old girl from the lower economic classes.

His crime is discovered and he attempts to convince Alraune to join him in his flight from justice. She flatly refuses and he hangs himself in despair – but not before setting his hand to a final prank. Frank Braun, the nephew who first conceived of the experiment, is named the girl’s guardian and executor of the remaining estate. His intention is to bring his nephew to the same ruin to which he cast himself but fate has somewhat different plans.

Braun does become infatuated with the girl but for the first time in the young woman’s life this obsession is mutual. The wealthy Countess from the beginning of the book loses her fortune through Alraune’s refusal to invest her inherited funds in the Countess’s favor and to take revenge she tells the girl of her unsavory parentage and the experimental nature of her birth. This and Braun’s intention to spurn his lover trigger the conclusion. Alraune goes mad and plunges from the eaves of the mansion while sleepwalking – bringing with her the final Gontram daughter.

Alraune’s costume when the Gontram girl becomes infatuated with her

With that we leave Alraune behind and turn our remaining attention to Drrty Pharms. Several times in my research I came across references to Wolfe’s total dependence on his mother. A roommate of his at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2014 speaks of Wolfe being unable to even buy groceries without assistance and Liz abruptly appearing to pick him up after he attracted the attention of local authorities by posting about bringing a gun to school.

While Liz seemed determined to do anything in her power to shield Wolfe from legal consequences for his actions she may not have been the only family member to do so. Mike Margolies, Liz’s father and Wolfe’s grandfather, is obliquely referred to as belonging to a “Jewish Mafia” and Wolfe has rapped multiple times about using large sums of money to make rape charges disappear.

The article in The Daily Beast has a more detailed rundown of the elder Margolies business connections and it is not inconceivable that as the sole male heir to this empire Wolfe would enjoy special protections.

However something shifted in 2019. It could have been the heavy drug charges with two confirmed overdoses, the child sex abuse material on a seized phone, the increased attention his social media posts were getting, the level of violence he was perpetrating in relationships or most likely a combination of everything. While Liz had always worked hard to shield him from legal trouble before it seems like his antics were negatively impacting her professional reputation and career. Something had to give.

My only source on this is anonymous Reddit comments from posters who claim to have been close to him personally but the things they are saying sound reasonable enough. If, as they say, Wolfe followed every piece of advice Liz gave him without question it’s easy to see how she ensured he’d get the maximum prison time. She apparently convinced him to take the first offer without negotiation and tell every single detail of his sexual history to a court psychologist whether it incriminated him or not.

This next image picks up after discussing an attorney who advised Wolfe to hold out for a better plea bargain:

from a Reddit thread on The Daily Beast article

I do believe that Wolfe deserved the fourteen years he got – and honestly more when you take all the victims and violent sexual assaults into accounts. This is pure speculation on my part but I wonder if Liz offered an assurance he’d take the full fourteen years in exchange for limiting charges to the drugs and CSAM on the seized phone. Nobody is responsible for anybody else’s actions but a serial rapist son would have been a worse look for her than a drug and porn addicted one.

Putting things back in terms of Alraune, Liz fits the archetype of Wolfe’s creator about as well as Frank Braun does for the novel’s titular character. She chose to have a child, carried him to term and continues to wield a powerful influence over his decision making process. He absolutely dug his own grave but once she realized there was nowhere else for him to go did she escort him into it?

Assuming nothing else happens in jail and none of the women groomed or assaulted by Wolfe are able to bring additional charges to trial he will be back on the street in fourteen years or less. I am not a big enough fool to look at an American prison and expect rehabilitation. If we believe him when he speaks of being a rape victim himself several times over and likewise believe him when he describes himself as devoid of morality and empathy what hope is there in him not posing a threat to the most vulnerable members of society?

On Fluid Exchange he refers to his own use of estradiol as tantamount to chemical castration but under this regimen he is already known to have engineered the violent assault of a barely adolescent girl. He does not present as particularly unintelligent so might he have achieved moral growth on these matters in the interim? Sex offenders are known for having some of the lowest recidivism rates and optimism in this regard may not be unwarranted.

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Whether the phenomenon is truly growing or the internet has merely given voice to something that has always been here – the violent misogyny of angry young men feels more urgent than it ever has in my life. It’s terrifying to me than any random ten year old watching Minecraft content on YouTube will slowly be steered toward “cringe SJW feminist gets owned” videos and similar red pill content.

Up until a couple weeks ago I was active in political discussion communities on Reddit and saw a distressing rise in young men who believe that feminism is inherently misandrist, rape allegations are overwhelmingly false and straight white men are the most oppressed minority in modern America.

It was a bit like pissing into the wind but I tried to model positive masculinity and share assurance that walking away from hate can and will improve every aspect of your life. Predictably I got my account of ten years banned for my trouble. Apparently explaining that picking a strange bear over a strange man isn’t sexist and correcting distorted readings of statistics concerning domestic violence in lesbian relationships both count as “promoting identity based hate”.

I’ve tried to appeal but if the people you’re pissing off have nothing but time and vitriol, especially if they’re moderators, it’s something of a lost cause.

That’s all probably for the best as it leaves me more time to write here (but less opportunities to share it). For weeks I’ve been working on this monster story and the best place to end it seems to be the tiny image of a post by Liz Margolies I left all the way at the top of this piece:

You will always be my son…”

Alraune (Part One of Two)

It’s difficult to decide exactly where to start this piece so I think I’ll cleave to tradition and lead with a specific time and place. In April of 2012 I was on the Trapped in Reality tour with Generation and Sisterfucker. I had been in contact with Jonathan Coward, best known for his R&B project Shams, about setting up our NYC show. There had been talk about a bar but it apparently fell through and we went with a last minute show at Jonathan’s Brooklyn apartment.

I can’t recall the exact chain of events that led to me adding a rapper called Drrty Pharms to the bill. We had met in Los Angeles and stayed connected over social media so most likely I either saw he was in NYC and offered or he saw I had a show that night and asked. I was a fan of his music from the very small amount of exposure I‘d had to it. I had been booking shows at a warehouse in the West Adams district of Los Angeles called McWorld and at the end of one night the proprietor of the space had a friend of his jump on the mic.

It’s important to remember that in 2012 the trend of SoundCloud Rap was just emerging and the ‘90s revival that would soon sweep over mainstream fashion was still relatively underground. My first impression of Drrty Pharms was a small statured blonde kid in wide leg JNCOs and an oversized Marilyn Manson T-shirt wearing a necklace of a Barbie Doll head with short cropped hair and drawn on makeup.

He instantly reminded me of the way my Junior High School friends in the early ‘90s had dressed and acted. After cueing up his beat from a miniature mp3 player he awkwardly stared at his feet and began rapping with perfect cadence in a voice barely above a mumble. I had to strain my ears to make out a snatch of lyrics:

Motherfuckin’ dirty whores, what you fuck with Drrty for? I ain’t givin’ you the dick so what the fuck you flirting for?”

I took the whole thing as a self conscious parody of both the exaggerated sexual bravado found in mainstream rap music and masculine fragility wrapped in the aesthetics of Woodstock ‘99. It seemed as tongue in cheek to me as Kimya Dawson from The Moldy Peaches singing:

Who’m I gonna stick my dick in?”

Besides that his skills in beat production, lyricism and delivery were undeniable and despite the lowered voice and downcast eyes he exuded palpable charisma.

At the NYC show he brought along a girlfriend with long blonde hair who stood directly in front of him for his entire set doing a dance move I refer to as the “groupie hip sway”. I began to notice that misogyny, including violent misogyny, seemed to play a larger role in his lyrics than I realized and distanced myself from that point on.

Here is a short video of his set that night. The recorded song riffs on a Fugee’s hit and is not especially violent. His devoted fan, presumed partner, is not visible in this shot. His mumble had marginally grown in confidence but the high point of the video is a shout of “HE SUCKS!” from the otherwise small and unresponsive crowd.

I have a copy I can embed for anybody interested:

NYC Spring of 2012

I would say this is the moment I realized Wolfe’s music/persona was not what I’d been reading it as. On the same tour I was singing and playing drums in a project called Dealbreaker that I’d best describe as an exploration of “dark masculinity”. I think I projected my own creative energies on what I’d seen of his work and made an error in doing so.

Things like the inherent threat of violence in sexual dimorphism, the predatory nature that can accompany mate pursuit and the fetishization of young male artists as “sexual outlaws” all interested me in abstract, artistic ways. In my own life I was trying my best to be open, vulnerable and above all else consensual in this arena. I think I mistook Wolfe for a kindred spirit when we were closer to opposites.

He’d passed me a SoundCloud link and trends in his album titles were eye opening. I think the big one was Beating Women to Make Beats to Beat Women to. Sure the Spacemen 3 reference was transparent but when somebody always makes the same joke is it even a joke? It seemed clear that hurting women both physically and sexually was important to him so I turned my attention away and moved on.

It wasn’t my scene and I doubted I could do much as an elder or positive influence – from what I’d read he thrived on opposition and negative attention.

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A few years later I started to notice that his social media profiles, if not his music, were building a following around New York City. This happened mostly through my now-wife LaPorsha who had several mutuals close to him or in his circle. His music productivity had stepped up with the Beta Boys collective but the bigger bump was undoubtedly his shocking and offensive posts.

He regularly tested the boundaries of what 2013-2014ish Facebook would allow with posts about grooming and abusing women, references to consumption of Child Sexual Abuse Material, guileless racial caricatures and questionable confessionals about living as a sexual submissive to men of these races. The first recorded use of the term edgelord is attributed to 2015 by Merriam-Webster and Wolfe no doubt employed this archetype to drive engagement, including hate engagement, and expand his reach.

It doesn’t mean the things he was saying about himself were either untrue or inaccurate.

By 2019 his SXSW set was featured in Vice, large outlets like GQ and Norwegian artist Bjarne Melgard (known for mining the culture of transgression in Norwegian Black Metal) used him as a model and No-Wave legend Lydia Lunch released a split record with him. It’s worth noting that other young artists, Tyler the Creator and his collective Odd Future for example, were mining similar territory as a quick path to notoriety and have since moved away from abrasive, homophobic and misogynist lyrics.

Later that year everything for Wolfe came crashing down.

https://www.thedailybeast.com/they-believe-wolfe-margolies-aka-drrty-pharms-confessed-to-rapes-in-his-rap-lyrics

The above link will give better details and clearer sources but a sting had been underway involving Wolfe sourcing heroin to fellow Columbia students – one of whom died of an overdose and opened the case through her phone records. My own feelings on the ethics of punishing drug dealers are complex but more damning was a wealth of CSAM (formerly called Child Pornography) found on his phone during an airport seizure.

More interesting is that while at least four female victims of rape and grooming by Wolfe contacted the New York DA – often with references to specific rap lyrics in his songs bragging about verifiable features of these crimes, no charges of this type were pursued. One of his accusers contacted the police department after seeing that the trial was moving forward but nobody had followed up with her – she was told there were no records of her being interviewed.

The sad reality is that defense lawyers tend to bully sexual assault victims and attempt to tear them, and their lifestyles, apart. Traumatic events are asked about in detail multiple times – looking for the slightest inconsistency or hesitation in order to throw the entire testimony into question. The DA likely viewed allowing such witnesses to testify as too much of a risk if their reports crossed their desk at all.

Ultimately locking up a rapper for the classic crime of drug conspiracy and trafficking was a slam dunk, the contraband sex material on his devices guaranteed extra charges but his female victims were evidently deemed unreliable and unworthy of taking the stand. For anyone who doesn’t know that every police precinct in America is overflowing with completed rape kits that decay on shelves untested this might sound surprising. Without extreme extenuating circumstances female victims of sexual violence fall perhaps lowest in the hierarchy of who our peace keepers believe in pursuing justice for.

Nonetheless I can’t help but feel that locking up a suburban, wealthy white kid who attended early college on drug charges feels a little too much like leaning into cliches and prejudices around his chosen music genre as opposed to seeking retribution for his victims in the truest sense.

After all, play ground myths aside, most drug buyers are eager shoppers and active participants. I would not say that about rape victims.

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With Wolfe behind bars and mentions of his name falling sharply since 2019 it would be valid to ask why am I dredging up his name and crimes at all – possibly throwing more attention his way. My reasons are twofold: first the Facebook reminder of our 2012 show sparked memories but more importantly reviewing his life and circumstances reminded me of an obscure decadent/weird fiction German novel from 1911 called Alraune.

For those readers who delight in moments where my fancies and tenuous connections twist into improbable filigrees we have arrived at the candy. From here on out shit’s getting weird. A brief synopsis and profile on author Hanns Heinz Ewers are in order before any jab at proceeding.

I knew the word Alraune from references in a Thrones album title and Castlevania games long before I read the original myself in the 1929 US translation. Ewers is a diminished, misunderstood figure in weird and decadent literature for one obvious reason – a brief formal alliance with the Nazi Party. As best as I can tell he was more Prussian nationalist than White Supremacist and many of his works show reverence for so-called “primitive cultures” of his era.

From 1901 he travelled Europe as the writer for a vaudeville troupe but hung this up due to prohibitive expenses and the heavy hands of Censors. He continued to write in many genres including his best known works: the Frank Braun trilogy of horror novels. Alraune is the centerpiece of these. The Nietzchean anti-hero Braun is generally regarded as the author’s self insert.

Ewers traveled extensively and found himself on US soil during the First World War. This led to his arrest for fomenting support for the Kaiser. Eventually he was sent back to Germany and won favor with the Nazi party for his film work and biography of theatrical propagandist Wessels. His homosexual tendencies and the proud retention by his literary stand-in of a Jewish mistress led to a quick falling out with the party and a brief ban of all his works in his homeland.

He secured a reversal and died of tuberculosis soon after. Call me a Nazi sympathizer if you must but the paucity of his works in reprint seems rather unfair in contrast to his admirer, H.P. Lovecraft, who proudly supported the Nazis in their racial extermination goals yet today sees his own works reprinted in at least 100 different complete editions and countless works set in his mythos by other writers. I also admire Lovecraft’s writing despite his deplorable politics. I thought I’d throw in for added historical and literary context that Ewers wrote on Poe and corresponded for many years with Aleister Crowley.

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That’s more than enough of Alraune’s author so let’s talk about the book and why I think it pertains to Wolfe specifically.

At its core it is a gender-bent retelling of the Frankenstein myth where genetics, Eugenics and the questions around nature vs nurture replace the original work’s reanimation of corpses. The catalyst for the story is an Alraune, or mandrake root, in the form of a gnarled human figure that falls from a wall and into the punch bowl at a bourgeois gathering.

A nearby lawyer lays out the relevant mythology: a mandrake is said to form when a murderer is hanged at a crossroads and his final seed, released from the act of breaking his neck, soaks into the fertile earth. When the leaves grow to sufficient size a witch or wizard pulls up this root. This must be done at midnight on a full moon with either cotton stuffed ears or a hapless animal set to the task. The screams of the tiny creature as it is ripped from the earth are said to bring instant death to any listener.

Once acquired the mandrake manikin is brought home, regularly bathed in wine and said to bring money into the household while rendering the masters irresistible – all at the price of unfortunate early death and eternal damnation for their immortal souls. Irregardless the talisman of the Alraune was heavily sought after and commanded high prices. The magical root is featured in several Biblical stories and especially anthropomorphic specimens are in the collections of several museums.

With the legend out of the way the novel shifts its focus to the science. The aforementioned Frank von Braun is in attendance at the party, as is an uncle of his named Doctor Jacob ten Brinken. The Doctor keeps a private laboratory for experiments including artificial insemination. Ewers no doubt believed the procedure to be unprecedented in humans but his research failed him. A Scottish surgeon completed the first documented conception by this route in 1790 while crafty midwives and other women have no doubt understood the potential for the majority of human history.

The Alraune inspires Braun to advise his uncle to attempt to recreate the magic creature in human form. Rather than a hanging the semen is collected from a convicted murderer and rapist the evening before his execution by guillotine. With his nephews’s help, and an elaborate cover story about a disinherited prince, Ten Brincken convinces a young red haired prostitute to bear the child. Her name is Alma Raune but she shortens it to Al.Raune when signing the contract.

The child, a daughter, is named Alraune ten Brincken and made the sole inheritor of the doctor’s estate at the exclusion of his nephew. Her birth is appropriately portentous – throughout a lengthy delivery she screams like an otherworldly creature and is born with the skin of her legs fused together to the knees. The mother dies from blood loss and the operating surgeon, the older doctor’s assistant, succumbs to blood poisoning after performing corrective surgery for the child’s skin condition.

The source of the infection is inferred to be a microscopic scratch inflicted upon his forearm by the infant.

The young Alraune needs a bit of time to appear sinister. An older wealthy doctor like Ten Brincken, now His Excellency through some honorary title or another, simply does not involve themselves with the care and emotional upkeep of children. Around the estate the majority of the serving staff detect some offensive pheromone or mannerism in the young girl and do only the bare minimum to keep her alive.

In the house of the Gontrams, the scene of the happy party where our anthropomorphic root creature had a sip of wine, the personification of death has been making sport and with the assistance of consumption the bony fingers have whisked away the mother and most of her sons. An older daughter lives but spends her days with a wealthy Duchess and her daughter Olga. That leaves, besides the complacent father who would be unsportsmanlike for death, the youngest son called Wölf or Wölfchen.

I was not expecting the name when I picked up this book to see how well my theories fit the text. The coincidence is not as canny as it could be – for in my allegorical reading Wolfe Margolies (Drrty Pharms) is not Wölfchen Gontram but rather Alraune ten Brincken herself. The gender-flip has flipped a second time and seems to create a more congruous twist on Frankenstein than the recent Poor Things outing – which promised a feminist reading but instead chose to trade in puerile fantasy and the male gaze…

With Wolfe as our Alraune poor Wölfchen from the original story needs an avatar in our reality. Wölfchen was Alraune’s childhood playmate and plaything. Like many male characters in the narrative she is to him like a flame to a moth and will burn his wings and cause his destruction.

I nominate for this office the girl who was doing the “groupie hip sway” at our 2012 concert on Troutman. She is never visible in the embedded video segment and I have no idea how to find her name or how things with Wolfe turned out for her. According to certain patterns, in Wolfe’s behavior and choice of victims, the smart money seems to be on “not well” but for now let’s leave her image on the “wildcard” space.

Just for this one moment, as we do in every work of horror; be it novel or cinema, let us pretend that nothing is predetermined, anything is possible and in the end we could hope for safety and happiness – instead of merely the cold comforts of revenge…

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Next time: More on Wolfe, his crimes, his life and the novel Alraune. A discussion of the themes through a social lens. The alt-right/incel pipeline and angry young men. Feminism. Accountability and who gets it, does everybody?

Read Part Two here:

Alraune (Part Two of Two)