Creepy Literary Dolls? No, Thank You.
I don’t like dolls.
And I say that not simply as a guy who doesn’t like dolls, but as a guy who is somewhat creeped out by dolls. The more life-like the doll, the creepier it is.
But I would want no part of these dolls, no matter how literary or “bookish” I would be considered for owning them.
How would you like to wake up and have this gauntly, large foreheaded Confederate soldier staring at you from your mantle? Is this a resurrected Ashley Wilkes in some sort of creepy Civil War ghost form? In my darkest nightmares, this is the face I see looking at me right before I wake up in cold sweats.
And look at this Scarlett. She’s not just staring at you with a wide-eyed gaze; she’s also contemplating how to pierce your neck with her pointy, little plastic hands while you sleep. And that’s not a hat–it’s a halo of evil.
Prissy? She’s the most normal-looking doll. But that smile. Why does she keep smiling like that? Why can’t she just stop smiling? Can you trust someone who never stops smiling?
We’ve talked about a lot of creepy stuff on this blog. Like old guys reading Judy Blume books, George Orwell’s mustache, and a crappy novel called Neuromancer. But I think these Gone With The Wind dolls take the cake.
Yeah, you buy these dolls and you’re one step away from being featured in an Unsolved Mysteries episode.
See all the dolls over at McLemore Auctions.
(Images: McLemore Auctions)