Crack Obernewtyn theory

Spoilers for non-textual authorial revelations, plus The Sending

So, apparently Carmody said somewhere that Ariel is not in fact the Destroyer, but is the equivalent of Maruman/Galtha in terms of the Destroyer’s plot.

A lot of people think that Matthew is then the Destroyer, perhaps not necessarily knowing what it is he does, and it does make a great deal of sense to me too. But here’s my fanon: Atthis is the Destroyer. Or there is no Destroyer as such and this is all some alternative plot where Elspeth has been fed a pack of lies. This is just me, not forgiving what Atthis did to Dragon, admittedly. But you have to admit that that kind of hiding in plain sight would make sense for a super-villain. (The “pack of lies” alternative would make a lousy series ending structually, but does a super-villain care?)

Yuletide IV

Note to self: no, you can’t pinch hit on last minute defaults. Even though, look, it’s gone unclaimed for hours, and if there was an RPF fandom you could say you know, it’s that one. You know why? Because you are very RL busy. And you are using your spouse as a beta which works great except that spouse knows how busy you are RL.

We call it, keeping you honest.

ETA: been claimed as of a minute or two ago. Thank you, pinch hitter, saving me from temptation.

Yuletide III

I have to say, I did eep when the reminder went up. There’s multiple reasons I don’t want Dec 21 to be that close.

But, I think I’m nearly done, at [something well over the minimum] number of words, although not as many as I expected at some points. Not uploading yet because I have to look up something in order to fill in a blank. I’ll be part of the irritating crush of last minute folk, for that reason.

If I had known what my December was going to be like, I wouldn’t have participated, but I’m glad I have, now that it’s nearly done. Enjoying some communal creativity fun!

And I might, possibly, maybe, still have 500–1500 words in me as a treat fic for the other prompt I was interested in. It seems I have until Dec 24 or so for that.

Brush

Archive of Our Own
Fandom: Harry Potter – J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Pansy Parkinson/Lavender Brown

This series is a birthday gift for brightthunder.

I don’t much like the brave new world of having to like Gryffidors. I still don’t like smug, and I still don’t like preachy. But I do like presents and I do like compliments and I do like kissing. And I like her hair in my hands, and mine in hers, and brushing each other’s hair out afterwards. I like it that she knows what she wants, and I like it that what she wants is me. I like it that she’s getting so good at being catty, with help.

I still don’t like Gryffindors, but I do like Lavender.

A close up of a neck bearing a gold hair. You can see hair pulled back with a pink tie.
Hair, tie, necklace by dion gillard

leaflitter does romance novels

I’ve been having multiple massive demands on my creative energy and wanted to read non-taxing fiction. Do you know how taxing it is to seek out non-taxing anything though? Pre-screening stuff for yourself means reading it, which means being taxed. A dilemma.

Anyway, eventually I remembered Smart Bitches, Trashy Books and decided to read through the A reviews until I found something I liked the sound of.

Conclusion: I have no idea if I’d like paranormal romance. I kind of suspect I might, but the reviewers can’t sell the books to me, they’re really picky about, eg, pack loyalty issues that I can’t get into without first reading paranormal romance, which is rather circular. So, I ended up with three of Caroline Linden’s Regency romances from this review. And may I say what a blessing having a Kindle is, because having to look at romance novel covers would have been a step too far for me.

My thoughts:There’s a trilogy, involving each of the aristocratic Reece siblings having a romance (in a romance novel? SHOCK).

What a Gentleman Wants: Hannah Preston is the vicar’s widow, about to move back to her hateful father’s home. Lord David Reece, the (slightly) younger brother of Marcus Reece, the duke of Exeter, is laid up in her home with a broken leg for weeks, and it changes her life forever. But maybe not how you’d think.

I quite liked What a Gentleman Wants, although in large part because it simply took a bunch of trashy elements and stirred. Identical twins with very different personalities! Identical twins impersonating each other! Constructing massive lies in order to avoid moderately disappointing someone! Which backfires! Family loyalties past the point of sense and reason! Family betrayal! Crime mystery as subplot!

Linden is a good writer though, also, and I appreciated some of the smaller touches of realism here: Hannah’s determination to keep doing her own good honest work (eg mothering her own child and doing her own hair) melts under repeated application of having servants to do it, which while maybe not ideal I do find realistic.

What a Rogue Desires itself, the one reviewed on SBTB, I liked a lot less. David Reece’s saviour complex and impulsiveness carry over from the first book, except this time he gets more screen-time. At least he isn’t as shamefully easily led as in the first book, although possibly that’s only because no one really tries.

Plus, well, he locks a poor woman up in his house and then eventually she falls in love with him. Urgh. Vivian is a good heroine though.

A Rake’s Guide to Seduction was by far my favourite. In this Marcus and David’s considerably younger half-sister Lady Bertram, the former Celia Reece, returns to the family after her disastrous first marriage ends in her husband’s illness and death. (Useful note if I ever become a romance writer: widows are great candidates for a modern writer of historical romances because they’re allowed to be sexually experienced.) She spends much of the novel depressed, and I thought Linden did the depression quite well.

The rake in question is Anthony Hamilton, one of David’s more scandalous university friends, whose reputation has in fact been earned by his attempts to make his own way financially in a way that the ton doesn’t understand (well mostly, that and sleeping with his investors, admittedly). And Anthony is most of the reason I like this book: he’s a much more sympathetic hero than either of Celia’s brothers managed to be. He’s clever, emotionally available, and self-contained: with a Reece man you only get at most two out of three and sometimes not that.

The most annoying thing about Rake’s Guide was how Vivian, David’s wife, was conveniently more or less written out of it (debilitated by a difficult pregnancy). I can see how it was tempting to avoid it, but Linden should have bitten the bullet and written David’s half-Irish former pickpocketing wife at the duke’s house party, dammit. There’s also a couple of quite handwavy bits around the scandal: what on earth do the duke and also Celia’s mother tell the guests to remotely quiet the scandal of her being caught having sex with Anthony? That I wanted to see on-screen.

So there we have it, leaflitter successfully negotiates the shoals of spending her time on trashy novels without having to agonise too much over whether they will be trashy enough but not too trashy. Thank you SBTB.

Yuletide stories I have loved

The whole reason I signed up for Yuletide was reading fic in fandoms I love, and discovering how much of it was written for Yuletide!

A quick pre-Yuletide roundup:

A Piece of the Continent, Hainish Universe: what Genly Ai did after Winter.

This story is astounding. First of all, it sounds like it was written fairly quickly and is somewhere in the realm between a long short story and a novella. Second, it’s really really good. Several commenters say that it could be a Le Guin Hainish Cycle story, and I think in most ways it could be. Other than Genly, the characters are OCs, several vivid and fully fleshed.

I’ve read it enough times that I have noticed technical problems with the world-building, that has to be a good sign right? (Their reproductive strategy as described makes it impossible to maintain replacement rate. Also, the part with Kiyoshi Dan makes her sound like an old friend, and the vagaries of near-light speed travel make it unlikely to run into them again.)

This story has made its way into my heart, like many of Le Guin’s own Hainish stories.

Hymn, The Handmaid’s Tale: Serena Joy’s story.

Warning for canon-appropriate (ie very high) levels of sexism, homophobia, and ableism, including violence and other abuse.

What feels like a realistic psychological/biographical portrait of Serena Joy: So that’s my life as a Wife. It’s definitely a better life from when there were Pornomarts on every corner and abortion clinics in every town. Women were never safe then. Now every woman has her place… But I have my regrets; we all do. Nothing is ever perfect on this earth. I’m a sinner, and subject to temptations of my own.

If you were ever tempted to sympathise with Fred at all, you won’t be now.

The Veins of the Forest, Earthsea: in which young Azver, a warrior’s son on Karego-At, discovers that all forests are one forest.

One of very surprisingly few fics featuring Azver. How is that? The warrior who became a wizard, the tree-root to Ged’s sparrowhawk. Anyway. This is a lovely elegant little story that feels perfect. If Le Guin ever explores Azver’s backstory more I may have trouble deciding which to believe more.

The Shadow on the King’s Roads, Strange and Norrell: Arabella Strange becomes the chaperon of the Misses Enderwhild of The Ladies of Grace Adieu. It’s nicely in keeping with the tone of JS&MN, and for that matter, with the style of magic in that universe.

I don’t know that there can be enough Arabella in the world, especially Arabella coming to terms with magic and fairyland in her own way and at her own time.

So Yuletidery

Word count: 2200-ish. It just grew a new plot. A metaphysical plot. With added [spoiler spoiler: if I said this bit it would possibly make the story identifiable] which doesn’t work so well with the metaphysical.

This plot, she also wants to be a sad plot. NOT INTENDED.

Also also, my writing tends to get longer on editing too, rather than shorter. Not that I mind writing something in the triple-the-word-requirement range at all, but I wish I knew how it ends.

Yes, it’s that kind of Yuletide.

Meanwhile: apologies to my writer, if you’ve been lurking around hoping for more info on, well, anything about me. I’d tell you exactly all about the RL stuff that I am doing for it is a saga but [spoiler spoiler: it would probably give you my real name quick smart].

Additional apologies to my writer, for I am to some extent the Christmas celebrating type, and may not be around to thank you for my story on December 25. December 26 should be go, however.

Yuletide I

I wrote 1259 words last night which technically means I’ve hit the target and can hand it in now, right?

Oh yeah.

I think there might be 2500 or 3000 words or so in the first draft and then I need to go back and think about it a bit. First beta reader says I’m writing in the style of the canon, including some of its sometimes excessive stylistic terseness, mostly where I am relying on canon to supply the backstory. I’m not sure to what extent to recap canon without it being dull, but a bit more scene setting might not go astray. It also has two separate themes which don’t intertwine well in my opinion, so I need to scrap one or else come up with some kind of grand idea linking them, which might mean actual plot, which might mean going to a second rewrite.

Imagination

Archive of Our Own
Fandom: Harry Potter – J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Marietta Edgecombe/Nymphadora Tonks (unrequited)

This series is a birthday gift for brightthunder. I have to apologise, as not only is this a day late, the muse is apparently not schmoopy today.

I see her in the lift sometimes, that Auror. She comes down to lunch from one of the floors I’ll never get access to. No one trusts a sneak, not even organisations that take their information. Not even me.

Everyone plays with their face though, including me. If I work hard, and keep my mind on it all day, I can illusion the scars away. But I don’t get to change for free and she does. I like to imagine her smiling at me, from all the different faces: hers and mine without the scars, and Cho’s, and even Granger’s.

A woman looking out of an elevator as the doors close. The photograph is monochrome other than some red at her chest.
elevator doors closing by irina slutsky