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All these are Tumblr links, but Tumblr is eating link lists, bless it.

I will update this post gradually with the backlog, particularly stuff I wrote in S2. These are almost all posts where I am the OP, but in many cases I linked to reblogs, since most of my meta is in the form of reblog conversations.


Click for links )
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 Dear Yuletide author:

Thank you so much for the offer! :D

I like to have the maximum amount of information possible when I write to a prompt, so I'll do my best here, but if you want more room to maneuvre or if my suggestions stump you, feel free to chuck any/all of them over the side and do your own thing. I'm not a picky fic reader: any pairing, any rating, any genre, any kink, any premise. No squicks whatsoever. If you liked the canon and characters enough to offer it/them, as far as I'm concerned, we have enough in common.

If you'd like to poke around and get a sense of me in general, I'm [personal profile] petronia here, on LJ, and on AO3. Also minimoonstar (non-fandom, mostly music/movie stuff) and genufa (fandom, mostly Hannibal meta right now) on Tumblr.

Requests under cut )
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The Weight of the World and Its Heaven (22598 words) by Petronia
Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types, The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Clarice Starling, Hannibal Lecter & Clarice Starling, Alana Bloom/Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier & Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Clarice Starling, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Eldon Stammets, Ardelia Mapp, Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier, Jack Crawford, Dr. Frederick Chilton, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Future Fic, think of it as Season 5 plus setup, Backstory, Contemporary Art, Catholic Iconography, Migratory Birds, POV Multiple, Original Dogs, canon compliant Hannigram, canon compliant pretentious dialogue, canon compliant art murder, Dream Sequences, Post-Canon, Clarice has just about had it with you crazy SOBs, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Harris/Fuller/Mann/Demme/etc. extended deep house megamix, Physarum polycephalum, Paris Catacombs, Teatro Colón, Salomé - Richard Strauss
Series: Part 1 of The Weight of the World and Its Heaven
Summary: Bedelia took a sip of wine. "We all die, Hannibal," she said, "often before we cease to breathe. I suggest only that you give full consideration to what comes afterward."


Past the Cordon of Night (830 words) by Petronia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Easter, Mind Palace
Series: Part 2 of The Weight of the World and Its Heaven
Summary: "The church across the street is filled," Will said. "Every pew."
He still hadn't turned. Hannibal made himself look away, and went to the counter to pour himself a glass of water. His hand was steady, and the muscle of his heart – he knew it was, but felt its stutter like a phantom.

Amourette (3558 words) by Petronia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Freddie Lounds, Jack Crawford
Additional Tags: Cannibalism, Accidental Sex, not even a pseudo-clinical description of Kundalini syndrome, I mean it
Summary: "I don't understand," Will said, "how a Yogi ended up in this way. You'd think the enlightened wouldn't be rude."

Don't Let Yourself Grow Hungry Now (594 words) by Petronia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Freddie Lounds/Margot Verger
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Flash Fic
Summary: “You can show me, you know,” Freddie Lounds says, from your bed. “It’s all right. I don’t judge.”

***

One more (short, comedic) piece to go, then I'm closing up shop until season 3. I am supposed to be writing original fiction for the writing group, from now until July. XD

(The Weight of the World is basically a novel, scope-wise. Having written the 23k word version of the story I can see how one would write the 80k word version. Maybe that should be the modus operandi, going forward.)
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Lost a day's worth of writing in Vegas due to a mix-up with two Mustang convertibles and a group of uncommonly clueless Korean tourists.

(And my Le Corbusier green notebook, which I quite liked. Sigh...)
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I totally forgot that was a thing I did. Here are two!

In Clear Terrain (2592 words) by Petronia
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics), Young Avengers, Marvel 616, Marvel (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clint Barton & Kate Bishop, Kate Bishop & America Chavez, Kate Bishop & Cassie Lang
Characters: Lucky (Hawkeye), Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Clint Barton, Cassie Lang
Additional Tags: Los Angeles, Character Study, Canon - Comics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Friendship, hot off the press comics spoilers seriously, Misses Clause Challenge
Summary:

Once loosed, an arrow only flew one way. Kate Bishop was a superhero, and that was never going back to the shop.

(This was my Yuletide fic. I wrote 1000 words of it one random day a year ago, 500 words while down with a stomach bug in Buenos Aires -- anyway it rained torrentially and I had no umbrella -- 500 words on the plane back, and 500 words in the last 30 minutes before the AO3 collection opened on Christmas Eve, after having wrapped all the presents and cooked Christmas dinner. I was totally calm about this, for some reason; I felt like Buzz Aldrin landing the Lunar Module.)



The Weight of the World and Its Heaven (7226 words) by Petronia
Chapters: 3/8
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Clarice Starling, Hannibal Lecter & Clarice Starling, Alana Bloom/Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier & Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Clarice Starling, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Eldon Stammets, Ardelia Mapp, Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier, Winston (Hannibal), Jack Crawford, Dr. Frederick Chilton, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Future Fic, think of it as Season 5 plus setup, Backstory, Contemporary Art, Catholic Iconography, Migratory Birds, POV Multiple, Original Dogs, canon compliant Hannigram, canon compliant pretentious dialogue, canon compliant art murder, Dream Sequences, Post-Canon, Clarice has just about had it with you crazy SOBs, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Harris/Fuller/Mann/Demme/etc. extended deep house megamix, Physarum polycephalum, Paris Catacombs
Summary:

Bedelia took a sip of wine. "We all die, Hannibal," she said, "often before we cease to breathe. I suggest only that you give full consideration to what comes afterward."

(This is my Hannibal Big Bang fic, so I've written 6/8 chapters to date but it won't finish posting until March. It's the most pretentious story I've ever written, in the face of some admittedly stiff competition. Variously: Hannibal steals a dog, Clarice goes to the opera, Will is done with everything.

Read now before... AO3 goes down for scheduled maintenance this afternoon? Yeah.)

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Well, skipping the introduction for the moment, a word on policy XD - I haven't "granted access" to this journal to anyone, because thus far there are no locked posts and not likely to be in future. If there ever are, this policy will change. (My LJ policy is to friend back everyone who friended me, unless I can't tell if the journal is spam.)

Cheers,

Sabina
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Dear Yuletide author:

I was a last-minute signup this year, so all the optional details are in this post rather than the sign-up itself. I like to have the maximum amount of information possible when I write to a prompt, so I'll do my best here, but if you want more room to maneuvre or if my suggestions stump you, feel free to chuck any/all of them over the side and do your own thing. I'm not a picky fic reader: any pairing, any rating, any genre, any kink, any premise. No squicks whatsoever. If you liked the canon and characters enough to offer it/them, as far as I'm concerned, we have enough in common.

If you'd like to poke around and get a sense of me in general, I'm [personal profile] petronia here, on LJ, and on AO3. Also minimoonstar (non-fandom, mostly music/movie stuff) and genufa (fandom, mostly Marvel and long Hannibal meta) on Tumblr.

Requests behind the cut )

Thanks again for all the fish, and be certain that whatever you write, I'm almost certain to enjoy it. *g*
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Fantasia Festival and so on. As per usual, these are not by order watched, more by order of writing inspiration. I'm also not done -- there's maybe 4-5 more blurbs to go. XD;

Spoilers to varying degrees, of course.

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I.

Saturday was a super moon, which I didn't know -- but on Friday night I went biking along the riverside path, eventually ending up in the Lachine Rapids migratory bird sanctuary a half-hour's ride away. The moon was very large and very bright; in iPhone photos it looks like a spotlight on the water.

The last time I went biking, the Saturday evening after Canada Day, I ran into an outdoors salsa social, a Greek neighbourhood dance party/food fair, and a waterside bonfire, over the course of a 7km ride. And there was a view of the Old Port fireworks on the way back. Southwest Montreal is off the anglo radar -- the Plateau hipsters of my generation follow their French counterparts north to Anjou when they get hitched and want a bigger place;  the squares move back to NDG/Cote Saint-Luc, good grief -- but Wellington Street is what Monkland Village was 25 years ago, with better metro access. (Except Verdun/LaSalle/Charlevoix were traditionally French-Irish Catholic working class. Now with sizeable mainland Chinese population: university kids, restaurant workers, and new immigrants, not  the big-house suburbanite types across the river in Brossard. I can do my weekend grocery run entirely in Mandarin if I wanted. Then there's the err assorted characters.)

Come on: two minutes' walk to the metro station (7 minutes metro to downtown), 5 minutes' walk to the supermarket and the Canadian Tire, 5 minutes walk the other way to the gym (3 gourmet coffee shops along the way), 5 minutes' bike to the public pool, and from there access to 30 km worth of bike paths along riverside parks, bird sanctuaries, et al. Every yard backing onto the alley behind my house contains a dog, and this is why. There is also a pigeon coop, and an extraordinarily friendly peaches-and-cream outdoors cat. She followed me up the fire escape last night, was not at all shy about coming inside to have a look around, in fact was rather indignant about being put out again. I'm quite allergic to her, alas.

II.

Have been watching the World Cup (generally agreed to be the best WC since [insert] year: my first and measuring-stick WC was '98, so '98 for me), old Winding Refn movies, and listening to vaporwave. Uploaded a couple of mixes to 8tracks. Last night was Queen and Adam Lambert at the Bell Centre; probably the loudest stadium show I've ever been at (I don't do a lot of classic rock). The amps seemed ready to fritz, and I could barely hear myself talk afterward.

There is probably an alternate universe in which Brian May is the narrator of Cosmos and Neil Degrasse Tyson is a guitar god.



Much of the social-use space Queen occupied in their heyday has been taken over by other genres, I think. And even rock bands that make the charts tend to feel homogeneous, rather than very recognizable personalities meshing as a team (this is also what I want out of pop vocal groups and, for that matter, World Cup national sides) -- I mean the Mumfords are nice folks but etc etc. The thing I diffusely miss in non-rock genres is that certain types don't end up with as much of a place in the stage act, or the public face of the art, or what have you. Never mind Brian May or Roger Taylor; who's the John Deacon of rap, you know? It closes off avenues. But being the John Deacon of Queen is also meaningless outside of the context of there being a Freddie Mercury, Brian May, and Roger Taylor of Queen.

ANYWAY HERE'S "LOVE KILLS"
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 I've been posting these over at Tumblr since that's where people actually are, but Tumblr is zero good at archiving and I'm not entrusting this much text to Google.

Hannibal and wine (nerd exegesis 1)

Coherency of the TV narrative arc vs the books w/r/t the treatment of women (a follow-up to the whole fridging controversy)

Hannibal characters and perfume (nerd exegesis 2. Ever since I was at the Osmothèque in Versailles I've given this way too much thought. There was also a follow-up discussion whereby someone said Hannibal identified Bella's perfume as JAR Bolt of Lightning, which sets the bar way high. I have yet to rewatch the episode in question and uhh didn't understand Mads Mikkelsen's accent the first time, so. XD;;)

Pappademas' writeup in Grantland, queerbaiting (TL;DR version: the show totally is, but what is it going to do, make them get together 4 real? That would mean EVIL WINS :P)

Coherency of the TV narrative arc vs the books w/r/t the characters' sexuality (major spoilers for S1-S2 and all the books to date)

aaaaand A FANMIX: The Weight of the World and its Heaven (8tracks)

...Good thing I decided to do this since I'd already forgotten I wrote some of these posts. :P

I said this show reminded me of Tokyo Babylon halfway through S1, so when S1 ended I was like "yes ok sacrificial young woman tickybox" and thought that was that. Of course, S2 just charged ahead and did X:1999. In conclusion [personal profile] canis_m noped right out like "no way am I doing the 'animal-loving nice boy falls in love with total raving psycho' trope again" and she was prescient to do so. XD;;;
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Per here. I made good on my threat and built a table.

Read more... )

Things do move around! Go figure!

Now that JoJo has an anime again, Senza Fine has gotten pretty popular (I think it's mostly thanks to Hwei reccing it on Tumblr XD;). A Proof By Contradiction is destined to always be my 4th most read story, I guess.

EDIT 05/20: both the CA:TWS movie and the JoJo pt.3 anime came out, so after a month Super Detka is at 7306 hits and 319 kudos, and Senza Fine is at 2062 hits and 75 kudos, through no further effort on my part. :P WWSWWDS is at 1573 hits and 71 kudos. A Proof By Contradiction moved up into 3rd!

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OK -- let's try this!

Read:

Since the last time I posted I did end up reading Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal, and speed-tachiyomi-ed Hannibal Rising in Chapters with one eyebrow lifted. Hannibal reminded me a lot of The Honourable Schoolboy, actually )

I liked Hannibal better than tHS. It has an Anne Rice-ish "fuck the mortals" open ending, whereas in tHS the wrong side wins no matter how you slice it (emotional, ethical, political). Of course, Le Carré kept going -- Le Carré stories move forward in time as wholes, pretty much, whereas one suspects Harris's texts will blur but the characters and tropes look to live on independently. Once you've taken your best shot and potted that position, a valid choice is simply to hold your fire and avoid fucking it up. Which of course leaves me with no more series to read. XD; I've been plugging at George Bataille's La part maudite and Habermas: A Very Short Introduction by James Gordon Finlayson, and am halfway through Borges's Dream Tigers (El hacedor in Spanish). There's also another Kathy Reichs in the picture. Probably I'm gearing up to write.

Also bought a whole bunch of books but mostly of the previously-read, shelf-stocking variety (Angela Carter, Lawrence Durrell).

Watched:

3 out of 5 Harris movie adaptations, Valhalla Rising, Pompeii, Kaze Tachinu )

I'm following Hannibal-the-TV-series, of course, which gives me pleasant flashbacks to watching The X-Files late on Friday nights. I'll write about that separately, probably? Like thematic meta, on Tumblr.
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My grandmother passed away Thursday night. We learnt she had terminal cancer in January, which is a story in and of itself, and after that her decline was shockingly rapid. Insofar as I can reconstruct the timeline, I was halfway through an 8-hour session of straight whiskey drinking and hashing out of emotional topics with an old friend (including but not limited to major family death). Went to bed at 5:30am, got up at 8:30am, got on the bus to work, received my mother's email informing me about my grandma, cried, got off the bus, got a coffee and croissant egg sandwich, took two Tylenols, and went into six straight conference calls before 2pm. Actually, the entire week has been straight conference calls 9-5, which is pretty impressive; a normal week for me is 25 hours of meetings, not 35. 35 means I have to write emails and review documents *while* on conference calls. Friday was the MEGA drop-deadline we'd been working toward since the start of the year, and there were the usual last-minute switcheroos and wrenches in gears, punctuated by background screaming whenever Canada scored a goal in Olympics hockey. By the afternoon it was mostly out of my hands, but there are people on the project who worked into the night and, I suspect, are working over the weekend to get tweaks in. The team is good; it probably did me more good to be in meetings with them all day than sit alone moping.

Other things that happened this week: my sister had to go in for two four-hour plasma transfusions for an autoimmune disorder diagnosed in early February. I started taking gingko biloba, St John's wort, and all my vitamins, because 1) I really cannot be sick right now, see above and 2) although $BIGTELCO's whole charitable endeavour *thing* is mental health and the insurance policy is accordingly generous, ironically I don't have time to set myself up with a therapist. I mean, nothing serious: the list of no-duh Sherlock causes for anxiety spikes, irritation, mental fatigue and general existential malaise is high. [livejournal.com profile] flemmings has done great with gingko, it seems like, and you can teach yourself to soothe yourself. (One of the best things you can do for a strongly metacognitive child is to teach them about Vulcan mind discipline, frankly. Not the shallow idea of the thing, but the way the books delve into it.)

Spoiler: it worked. It worked immediately and freakily well. The standard dosage for St John's wort is 300mg three times a day, and I basically just stuck to the minimum HIGHLY EFFECTIVE dose of one pill in the morning because o_O. The gingko also worked, in that thinking is generally easier, brain fog was setting in around 3pm and has been pushed back to 10-11pm where it belongs. I've lost all need for caffeine, which is probably the greatest thing because coffee and anxiety form a vicious cycle. (St John's wort, it turns out, is a dopamine reuptake inhibitor as well as serotonin - as I discovered when I drank that one coffee very slowly Friday morning. It gave me heart palpitations.) I've fallen back to one or two cups of tea a day; ten years of encroaching caffeine addiction erased at a swoop.

I feel much more like my normal self, which is to say I don't really have negative emotions. Which is worrisome for a couple of different reasons, to be honest.

I don't know what would happen if I take this combo for an extended period. Herbal remedies have always worked on me. Effectively, reliably, and with no side effects, once proper dosage is established; it's actual pharmaceuticals (including antibiotics, steroids, whatever) where I can't tell half the time if they're working or if I'm experiencing a placebo effect.
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Haven't posted on DW for a while! (Did make a couple of posts on LJ.)

Not holding myself to this on a weekly basis, clearly, but it's still a useful exercise when there's something to report.

Read:

* Close to finishing The Old Ways: A Journey On Foot. This was my main reading during the holiday season -- an Indigo staff pick obtained on a whim while buying presents. ("Oh, this is Glen's pick," said the cashier. "I want to read Glen's pick!" "Is Glen very outdoorsy?" I asked. "Well, he's one of our managers and a bit of a hippie.") Highly recommended, though if you're as sedentary as I am it will make you feel like pre-Adventure Bilbo Baggins. In fact it makes one realize Tolkien didn't just make up all that mysticism of the road going on and on, he was writing a value set he would have expected his original readers (adult, if not child) to be able to contexualize easily... Tezuka Kunimitsu would enjoy this book.

* Read Red Dragon, since I've never watched either of the film adaptations. Actually, I've never read any of the Thomas Harris novels. )

I will probably read Silence of the Lambs after? I did watch the movie, but I never felt like I got it. Like there seems to be some "holy shit" thing that people get from this story or character interaction that never struck me. Regular people treat this canon in a really fannish way, yanno?

Watched:

* Her. This is one of those movies where you will quite likely watch a different movie from the person who accompanied you into the theatre, depending on your respective attitudes toward gender relations, technology, alternate visions of LA that look more like Shanghai (+commuter trains -black people), and so forth. I will say that a full decade after Lost In Translation, one finally feels like one has both sides of the Spike Jonze-Sofia Coppola marriage story.

* Sherlock S3. Cut for vague spoiler. )

* Hannibal, earlier in the month, obviously. I keep thinking, maybe once they finish season 2 or whatever they'll publish a cookbook. XD;;; Someone on Douban wrote one of those insta-classic reviews that was just a massive cookery treatise on the preparation and consumption of the longpig, in traditional Chinese. (Rather, classical references are to the "two-legged goat". #themoreyoulearn)
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20/20 by [personal profile] petronia
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Oshitari Yuushi, Atobe Keigo, Mukahi Gakuto, the rest of the Hyoutei 3rd year regulars plus Kabaji
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Wordcount: 4837 (~1K longer than the previous version with some edits, mostly around the fact that for some reason I did not like Oxford commas nine years ago. That ~1K took me three weeks. This story.)

Acknowledgements are in the notes.

A very Atobe Christmas to you, and you, and you (albeit slightly late); you are all in my thoughts. XD
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I don't really like writing the tennis in Prince of Tennis. Sportswriting is first of all ludicrously far out of my comfort/knowledge zone, complicated by the fact that it's... not actually real sports.

Assuming I get to the end of this, there's Tezuka and Fuji. Cripes, it's like they're my Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy.
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...Does anyone still have the end to this old Tenipuri fic saved. orz

I HAVE LOST THREE COMPUTERS SINCE THE TIME I ASKED IN 2011 so there is, again, no backup copy. This time I'm @#$% finishing it and uploading it to AO3. I suppose I have improved as a writer, not so much because the current stuff reads any better (it does, marginally) but because the dashed thing no longer holds any terrors. I don't know what was so difficult about it anymore, other than the fact that it's about Oshitari and Atobe negotiating an aspect of their lives that at the time I started the fic I hadn't finished negotiating myself (had barely started, really).
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Did I end up by forgetting to make a story cards post on LJ/DW? Yes, yes I suppose I did.

Comments are screened. Input your address if you would like a holiday card from me. (This is an essential step this year because my laptop got stolen a couple of months ago and so I don't have an address list anymore -- I can find some addresses in my email, but I don't have the list of people I usually send to.)

Also input a prompt if you would like a story with that card! I can't promise everything but at least this year I promise not to do that thing where I end up not sending the card because I got stuck on the story. Because I am An Grownup And Stuff.

If you already sent me something via Tumblr you can ignore this one, unless of course you've changed your mind and want something different. XD

Read/watch

Nov. 22nd, 2013 03:31 pm
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The Canyons, on sororial unit's Apple TV. Through the first scene you're like "Wow what have I gotten myself into," but then you keep watching. It's completely ludicrous and morbidly compelling, which I guess makes it a successful Bret Easton Ellis movie -- actually, of the ones I've seen, probably the best at conveying the mood of a Ellis novel (it never was a novel). It must be said that Lindsay Lohan is one of the greats.

I've wondered why I give Ellis the time of day, given complete ludicrousness etc. and came to the conclusion that dude basically writes non-supernatural horror. I mean, sometimes I have thoughts like, maybe the acting is terrible because the ppl dude writes about really are that stunted IRL, how would I know, but it's like asking The Cask of Amontillado to be sociological commentary on 19th-century Venetian nobility.

***

Twelve Years a Slave. I don't find Steve McQueen clinical and frankly kind of judge people who do; that suggests to me that you require some sort of Vaseline smear between yourself and reality, because McQueen is simply intensely present, in both senses of the word. It's been said that Hell is an eternal present, and so McQueen happens to be very good at portraying inventive flavours of Hell, to add to his obvious interest in the exercise. Allotment of spoons being what they are, it's OK to not see this movie because you don't want to squat in Hell for two hours. But he's also good at, I dunno, creeks. Creeks are very present things too, as Annie Dillard noted.

As McQueen's career continues I look forward to plotting his Hells on a matrix. XD; This one is decidedly non-self-made, meaning it is political. The mainstream reviews have combined into a mega-slab of Liberal White Guilt(tm) but none of the ones I read captured how McQueen digs to the heart of the horror; it's not that the protagonist is relatable, but that the story is correctly Kafkaesque. Slavery is absurd -- a terrible and absurd thing to do to a person. The main character falls into his situation absurdly and abruptly, and falls out of it just as absurdly and abruptly (OH HAI CANADIAN BRAD PITT). Alice in Wonderland, Odysseus and the Lotophagi -- you're never more intensely present than when you're stuck in a nightmare you can't wake up from, and for some reason Benedict Cumberbatch is there too.

I also really liked the gazebo. (It's hard to explain without spoilering the structure of the entire thing.) This movie seemed more museum-piece arty to me than Shame, actually; there were a lot of highfalutin' arty choices, like how the white supporting cast is a rampaging horde of "name" actors doing accents and how the slaves spoke to each other, not in the language that 20th/21st historical fiction might put in the mouths of slaves, but... something else. Maybe an early 19th-century novelist who had never been to the South and/or had no interest in simulating it. Maybe this was the language that Northup's memoir attributes to these people (I haven't read the book).

***

Switching gears, Thor 2: The Dark World, which I wrote up on Tumblr and in Kristin's LJ comments. Probably not going to do it again here. XD I will say in addendum that I liked the "Ta-da!" bit. That felt really Comics Loki.

***

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red. Read this probably more quickly than I should have -- it's a long prose poem, but a short novel. If I had to specifically pin it to a genre I would call it a present-day non-superpowered m/m AU of Greek myth, but... yeah. It is not technically wingfic because the character had wings in the canon too. It was just a thing.

DON'T GIVE UP: YOU, TOO, MAY LIVE TO SEE YOUR PRESENT-DAY NON-SUPERPOWERED M/M AU TECHNICALLY NOT WINGFIC OF GREEK MYTH PRAISED BY ALICE MUNRO AND MICHAEL ONDAATJE ONE DAY. NOT SUSAN SONTAG THOUGH BECAUSE SHE IS SUPER DEAD.

As with Bret Easton Ellis, everyone returns in a later book, older and not wiser!

Read/watch

Oct. 28th, 2013 08:29 pm
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Aeon Flux season 3, Deleuze/Guattari's Mille Plateaux. Possibly these are the same things! For extra credit I'll listen to a Knife record.

I think I may never have seen Aeon Flux season 3. I have no memory of it. I have no memory of, uh, this stuff containing dialogue or a semblance of linear narrative. Google is not doing well at coughing up pretentious cultural studies essays other ppl must have written in the 1990s. I don't mean like Freud 101, I mean like explain why you should cry tears of sadness that George Bataille didn't live to watch late-night MTV. Geocities is dead, yo, repost that shiz.

Other TV: watching Agents of SHIELD -- it has the same mystery plot as my dumb fanfiction, but less sex pollen. Watched a few eps of Elementary S1, a few eps of Attack on Titan, and a couple of eps of Adventure Time just so I know what is what.

Movies: Gravity was very good. Wanted to see Prisoners but it fell through. Going to see The Counselor tomorrow.

Also picking up Pilgrim at Tinker Creek again, since the seasons have turned.

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