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by sauvin » Wed Jan 20, 2016 6:38 pm
The novel mentions Eli wanting to vomit once in the novel that I can remember. It was in the house of an old woman. After she'd bitten down and started drinking, she could taste that the woman's blood was full of medications and realised (or could actually taste) that the woman had cancer. I can't remember whether she actually did vomit or not, but do remember her trying not to. After having consumed that blood, Eli went a little loopy for a while, presumably from the drugs in the woman's blood.
It was bad blood. The novel also has a passage somewhere with Haakan thinking about Eli's requirements. The blood can only be so old, implying that it either goes bad pretty quickly, or it loses its fizz. I believe Eli also prefers blood from younger folk, implying that not all blood is created equal.
Characters in Stephen King novels sometimes wet themselves in fear, and even occasionally soil themselves, a fact for which King apparently has drawn quite a bit of fire over the years. He retorts that this happens in Real Life (tm), too, and people just don't want to admit it. We can have whole populations of blood-sucking monsters sucking Salem's Lot dry, and folks might complain that these vampires aren't exactly Dracula without worrying too much about people eating each other, but let somebody loose a hot, steaming load into his pants and King, apparently, has crossed over from the merely horrible to the unspeakably obscene.
My personal view is that Eli is a natural physical being and subject to natural physical law. When she's at rest, the law of gravity requires that she adhere to whatever horizontal surface she might resting on. She can't pass through plate glass window without first displacing it, just like anybody else. We need to sleep, and so does she; when we don't eat, we get weak and can become ill, and the same is true of her. She's just like anybody else, really, except that she has "an unusual illness". If she never eliminated waste material, under natural law after a couple of centuries, she'd be the size of a swimming pool.
Blood has mass and volume, and consuming it adds mass and volume her body. I suppose it's possible that a (super)natural being might eject waste material by vomiting after having extracted whatever it is that's needed from what it's consumed, but I'm not aware of any other creature that does this. In Eli's case, why should such a mechanism be required? When she was infected and transformed, she'd already had a perfectly good system for extracting what sustains her and eliminating unused mass. Why have to construct or evolve something new when there's nothing wrong with the old?
The resistance to this idea still sometimes frankly amazes me. One person went so far as to fabricate some kind of baroque scheme that involves supernaturally transmuting used blood into something that slips away into some other dimension or plane of existence. People complain that having to go to the bathroom would somehow diminish her ethereal image..
I sometimes go in quite the opposite direction., musing that she sleeps in the bathroom for a reason, and that she often wears a particular kind of clothing for the same reason. When she jumped on Jocke, she probably sucked down about a gallon of a thick fluid within a small handful of minutes - how many of us can do that? - and I imagine she didn't get very far before she had to make a Necessary Stop (tm). Maybe the urge hits very suddenly, and leaves her with almost no time to prepare for it. Wearing dresses and psycho pants (no time-consuming zippers or belt buckles to fuss with) makes it easy to move clothing out of the way in a single, fast motion, and sleeping in a bathtub means cleaning up a mess just by turning a knob and letting the mess swirl down the drain in case she has an "uh oh" while she's sleeping.
Point is, Eli isn't "ethereal". She's a dirty, homeless little waif who maintains her existence by killing random strangers. A monster, cut off, cast out and lower than the lowest. This actually is part of the story's magic, that as awful as she is, as transgressive and repugnant, she still somehow stumbled into a relationship where she's treated and regarded substantially as a regular person. Leaving little pools of hot black sticky tar behind the bushes doesn't change that.
Fais tomber les barrières entre nous qui sommes tous des frères