thrihyrne: (fuchsia books)
Names for the Sea: Strangers in Iceland

    Like the author, I went to Iceland 'just because', drawn to its isolation and language and exotic landscape. Sarah Moss' novel about her year spent there teaching right after the economic collapse, as a foreigner in a country where the phone book lists only first names, is eloquent and intimate. Her prose style is accessible and suffused with beautiful turns of phrase without being self-aware. Having gone to Iceland twice myself, I resonated to this novel in a way I've not with any literature in a long time. Moss is a literary marvel, her descriptions vibrant and compelling. Her observations on herself and her environment are candid and often bittersweet; I felt every bit her confidante.

I'm looking forward to trying out her fiction!

Sea change

Oct. 23rd, 2012 07:01 am
thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
In my LJ I received this slightly edited comment about work in general:
    I think that it is not necessary to be so emotional about employment. It is a job, not a profession, vocation or long-term career. Your obligation is to give them an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. It is not a personal relationship, and there should be no occasion for either euphoria or heartbreak.

I'm taking this on as more in my new neural pathways, and I'm determined to see this as not only liberating, but taking so many unnecessary emotions out of it. I work for them, they pay me. End of equation. I even get to work by myself if I want, every day that I work and don't have a meeting. And now, to internalize that.

Two other unrelated items:
A.Word.A.Day, with Anu Garg

A guinea pig is not a pig, nor is it from Guinea. It's a rodent from South America. Sweetbread is neither sweet nor bread. It's the pancreas or thymus of an animal used for food. The movie director Norman Jewison is neither a Norman nor a Jew. He's a Canadian Christian. Nobody said names for people or things have to make sense.

This week we'll feature five terms that do not mean what you might think they mean.

I'm excited!

[ profile] evannichols and I watched "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" over the weekend. Somehow it had escaped me that this was a documentary. LOL. I love documentaries, and mostly was getting this because it had been recommended and it had a great title. I quite enjoyed it. I have a new appreciation for sushi and finding passion and pursuing excellence in one's life calling.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
This movie was recommended to me by my Kiwi friend along with several others either set in NZ or in this case, featuring one— although the person it's about, Burt Munro, is played by Anthony Hopkins. Burt Munro really loved to ride motorcycles fast. He worked on his for hours each day, for years and years, and was apparently quite the mechanic and innovative engineer, making parts for his cycle to allow it to go faster and faster. He set world speed records in his 60s! This is a very 'feel good' movie, suitable for any audience. The disc that I got from the library also features a documentary about Burt made in the 70s, also recommended. It was fun to see and hear him, the real person, after seeing him as portrayed by Anthony Hopkins. Unsurprisingly, he did a great job. ;)
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (love knits)
I finished the cardigan last night! But… in putting it on and modeling it, I realized that the sleeves were way too wide. It's an aesthetic thing; most people wouldn't notice (and Julia didn't really until I pointed it out), but the rest of the garment is fairly fitted and I will notice. One thing I've learned in almost 20 years of knitting is that I can fudge a lot and still enjoy wearing something I've made. But if it's annoying enough, then I won't wear it, or I'll begrudge it every time I do. So I've decided to take the sleeves back out and undo them back to a few inches up the forearm and redo them. I know I'll be happier in the long run, and given the beautiful and neutral colors of it, I should be able to wear the hell out of it for decades. I don't see Aran sweaters going out of style anytime soon. ;) I want to be happy when wearing it, so taking the time to undo them and redo them is worth it. Kind of like when I discovered I'd knitted the thistle pattern upside-down on the first sleeve of that complicated sweater I also finished this year.

edit: AUGH!!! In undoing the sleeves I've managed to cut the front on one side and will now have to get quite creative to repair it. Insert multiple expletives here. :(

I also stumbled across a movie called Oranges and Sunshine. I'm not even sure how I did find it, but I watched it recently and found it incredibly powerful, especially given the content and that it's about real events that happened from the 1940's to early 1970's. In a nutshell, the British and Australian governments conspired and deported something like 130,000 children from Great Britain to Australia, lying to parents and children alike. The respective governments didn't apologize until 2009, which is simply unfathomable. Anyway, excellent film, with Emma Watson, Hugo Weaving and David Wenham, among others.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Fucschia books by me)
I go through phases in my book reading, and right now I'm into non-fiction for the most part. I'm really enjoying Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed by Jared Diamond, especially now that I'm about to get two chapters about the Vikings and their time in Greenland. Diamond has written two other non-fiction books about other topics that I'm sure I'll get around to reading. Today is a perfect day for sitting in front of the fire with my tome and enjoying it. :)
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (squee!)
Hee! Emansil_08 emailed me to let me know- I've not written HP in what seems like a long while and I'm always thrilled and gratified to realize that people haven't forgotten my body of work, and still enjoy my stories.

So that really made my day. Writing Gimli is also great fun, though his 'voice' hasn't quite settled for me yet. Due to the situation of the story I'm writing, at times there's a lot of his inner thoughts going on which is perhaps not what people think of when they think of Dwarves… but Gimli is rather a unique Dwarf and I'm really loving getting back into what I think Dwarvish culture is like and how they interact with each other. In fact, on Monday when I was modeling I spent a goodly amount while sitting still, gazing off and mulling over what Dwarvish funereal practices might be like. :) Glad to have my muse back! She was on quite the trip.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (red-haired ingenue)
So I continue to look for jobs- I didn't get the one at PSU where I actually had an interview. But I'm tenacious and will keep searching, of course. I do have a cushion, but not that much of one. Last night I stayed up until 2-something finishing reading a fun book, Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper, written by Diablo Cody. She wrote the screenplay for Juno, I believe. I don't think I've seen that, but I should probably put it on my list.

The trees are changing color now, and today was a bright, sunny day. Not the weather I moved here for! :P But the trees on the various hills are beautiful and I'll have plenty of months to be cold and enjoy the cold.

Had several wonderful phone conversations yesterday, one with my sister and three with other friends. I'm really excited because one of my best friends, Jen, is moving from Eugene to Vancouver, WA, which is just across the river from Portland. So my bestie and I can do all kinds of stuff. Well, I really chafe at spending money, unless it's for big trips or the occasional sweater. And food— but I'd gotten used to eating with my parents when I lived there and then I went on foodstamps.But we can do free stuff, and once I'm employed I won't be *quite* so miserly. I'm simply thrifty by nature. That said, I've already bought some cool shoes and jeans. I adore Goodwill. Anyway, one thing we definitely have planned is that she's coming for Thanksgiving and will happily do the cooking. She says her Thanksgiving fare is a real cholesterol-fest. And there will be chocolate pecan pie. *drool*

This is not a particularly interesting post, I'm noting. Oh well. I'd been having internet issues and not online very much, and I'd said I won't be posting as often, probably. As for the internet, I'm now on my third company to get what I want. It's been rather frustrating.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Gimli by AragornLover)
I forgot to mention this other fabulous find at my Goodwill excursion on Monday: a 'grab bag' of yarn! For $6.99 I was able to pick up a bag with 6 skeins of varying colors and types of yarn, including some high quality wool and Finnish cotton. The colorways are primarily what I'd call subdued peacock heathers (gorgeous!) with one random milk chocolate brown worsted weight probably acrylic/wool mix that I'm going to make a hat out of. SCORE! Also, the 18 skeins of tweedy blue/grey wool I ordered to make a 1967 Vogue Knitting Aran cardigan out of arrived yesterday. I'm a very happy camper in my knitting world right now.

I'm reading a fascinating book titled Reality Bites Back: the Troubling Truth about Guilty Pleasure TV by Jennifer L. Pozner. It was reviewed in Bitch magazine a while back and as someone who does indeed somewhat guiltily enjoy a few reality TV shows while knitting, I'm finding her writings on it and the messages both implicit and explicit to be very interesting. Unlike younger audiences, especially those who have grown up with this genre on TV, I'm very aware of the messages there and the ridiculous product placement in the few that I watch (various countries' Top Model series, Project Runway [which I do absolutely adore], and some British shows I was downloading a few months ago). I'm really enjoying the book, at any rate.

If anyone would like my snail mail address, drop me an email (it's on my bio page) and I'll be happy to send it.

Also, last night I did something I very occasionally do anymore, which is to see if anybody has recc'ed any of my fanfic recently. It doesn't appear so, though I did come across someone's rec made years ago (I know this because the link is to an archive which has been defunct for several years now) of two of my Gimli stories, and it got my mind going. I actually lay in bed and had a few potential plots come to mind for shorter one-shot Gimli-centric stories! I also think I'll re-read LotR, which I've only read it from beginning to end once, as opposed to reading sections looking for particular details for a story. But I actually am sensing that Gimli's voice has come to visit, which pleases me tremendously, even if the audience for such stories has shrunk.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Meduseld)
I have about 100 pages to go in The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell. It's scifi, a genre I've been fond of since age 13, though this particular book I'd put as 82% fiction to 8% science part. There is another planet involved, and her background as an anthropologist shines through. I'm in this super awkward phase of it because I know that many of the characters are going to be dead by the end (that's not a surprise; you know that within the first 10 pages or so) and I can't bear to know what happens… But of course I'm desperate to know what happens! I am in awe of the storytelling, the uncluttered prose, and I haven't inhaled a book like this in a while. Highly recommended, even though I haven't finished it yet. I may post about it more in detail when finished.

I also spent a few hours yesterday re-reading my own original fic novella, taking notes about the characters on index cards as well as writing down how much time was passing in the margins. I had no real sense of how many days had gone by from the beginning to where I've begun writing again. I wasn't even certain of the season! But now I know, and there can be more consistencies. It's such a joy to be flooded with new ideas again. Not just for this story, though that's where my focus is, but I'm going to do some medical research and write a sequel for the recent R/D I wrote, plus I think I'm going to write a sequel to my Rohirric/Dwarvish cultural interaction story recently posted but written last November. I've been a fan of writing about inter-cultural relations in the Ardaverse, especially those to do with Dwarves. Having one of my favorites (Gimli, of course) set up shop in the caves of Helm's Deep means I can have some fun in installments with a post-WR gapfiller that's genfic and I can spend some more time in Rohan. Figuratively. ;)

Two of my longer-term LJ friends had been on my mind but I hadn't heard from in quite some time. To my relief, after sending out emails I've discovered that they're both still around, both dealing with some trauma, but back in touch. Time to get some more international postage stamps as I'll be writing some long letters.

Oh! And I'll be seeing HP7 part 2 tomorrow with my stepdad and a friend from choir. Should be fun! I'm not all that sentimental about it since I came over to HP via fanfiction and that's where my closest attachment lies. But I'll look forward to seeing the more grown up Gryffindor boys and girls.
thrihyrne: (hand written letter writer)
Last Friday my parents and I watched "Mao's Last Dancer," an engaging film that tells the true life story of a boy selected from his rural Chinese village to go to Bejing and trained as a dancer. Of course there's more, as he comes to the U.S., and I won't mention more except to say that Chi Cao, the lead, is amazing. If you enjoy watching dancers, especially male ballet dancers, you'll love this. He's incredible. There's a great interview with him here. For whatever reason this has brought back memories of my own life, since until I was about 16½ I really believed that I'd grow up and be a 'ballerina.' I did dance 3-4 days a week until that age, but circumstances changed and I focused more on singing. Not that I would ever have been good enough to be a professional dancer, but I was decent.

After 9 months of lying dormant, I've picked up my original fic again. Some of you are on that filter, so if you see something you've not seen in ages, that's it! It's been long enough that before I continue on (I wrote about 6 pages and posted them, but am pausing), I'm re-reading the story and writing down attributes of the main characters on index cards, as well as the vocab I'd created for the khorite world they're in. My challenge is simply to tell the story without any kind of intended audience in mind. With my fanfic, I knew the audience. This is different, and of course there's a part of my mind thinking, "Hey! This is unique! It could go to press in one form or another someday…", but I'm trying to hush that voice down and just let the characters speak. Always a challenge.

Tonight I'm going for 3 hours of training so that I can co-lead a citizenship class as offered through the local literacy council where I was leading the informal conversation classes. While I've been thinking primarily of doing an Oxford course to be certified to teach English o'seas if I go that route, it's come to my attention that there is an ESL program here at JMU. I think their focus is on domestic teaching, but I think I would be doing myself a disservice not to check it out.

And, one day late, but a very Happy Birthday to my very dear [ profile] cim_halfling. So glad I was able to sing to you and chat this weekend! ♥♥
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (knitting cable lover by me)
So I've found a new reality TV show to download and watch while knitting— well, two, actually. I'm starting to watch "Coast and Beyond," hosted by the yummy Neil Oliver, but I've also been watching something called "Supersize vs. Superskinny." There's just something so wonderful about British reality TV. I'm hooked. It's pure escapism as I sit and knit and learn about Celts, Scots, Great Britain's geography, and people. I finished sleeve #1 yesterday, the one that I'd knitted 3/4 of before realizing the flowers were upside down. :P Now I'm on sleeve #2- I'll post another picture when it's done, at which point all that will be left is to knit ribbing around the collar and then the front plackets. Amazing!!! I'm also going to start knitting Australian animals as gifts for my nieces and nephews. This is a joint project with my mother, though she ordered yarn based on what we had decided to knit, but then when we visited my stepsisters and their spouses, they asked for different animals. I'm going to be working on a sugar glider, but she didn't buy any grey yarn. Perhaps it will be a brown sugar glider.

Thanks to my friend who was here on LJ as emansil_08 (she's taking time away and deleted her LJ), I'm nearly finished with Three Junes by Julia Glass. The storytelling is really superb, I love the characters, and my only wish is that it were longer. With a gay main character and a lot of it set in Scotland, she was right in assuming that I'd enjoy it.

I believe that there are some on my flist who are/were friends with [ profile] risiepookie? I sent her a card a couple of months ago and have made intermittent phone calls, but haven't heard from her in a very long time now. I assume that her life is busy and she's probably moved on to the dreaded Facebook or something, but if anyone on my flist is in contact with her, I'd love to know how she's doing. Please let her know I miss being in contact with her, very much.

And now, more knitting. :D
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (fuck by bezoars/elicia8)
I went to the east campus library before going to the bus to meet with a colleague, but he seemed to have forgotten as he wasn't there. So I spent a little time on the computers before going out at 4:00 to walk the rest of the way to the bus shelter to catch the 4:13. I have never found myself in such a storm as what hit me as I crossed a huge parking lot, had to cross the road, and go along a set of strip mall shops. The wind was so strong at times that I couldn't walk forward, and the rain was pounding at me sideways. I was literally yelling in anxiety as I tried to make my way in this torrential rain and wind, my pants completely wet, shoes and socks squelching as they were totally soaked, the contents of my backpack (including the borrowed book I'm reading) getting wet. It was awful. The ride home on the two buses was no fun either; sitting in soaking pants on a bus for an hour is miserable. But I'm at home now, finally, with my pants and socks hanging on the shower curtain rod as the landlord still hasn't fixed the fucking dryer. And I have on sweats and warm socks and have both a cup of coffee and a bag of Twizzlers at my side.

I'm reading The Draining Lake by Icelandic author Arnaldur Indriðason. I'm really enjoying it, especially since it's set in Reykjavik, a place I've visited twice myself. To my great delight I see that he's written several thrillers/crime books with the same protagonist. My local library doesn't have them, neither does the university in their browsing section. However: one of the best perks for being on staff at the university is free interlibrary loan! So I've put in requests for three more. I'm over halfway through The Draining Lake and I just started it two days ago. I guess I'll need to go to the library and get the second book in the Deryni series to read to tide me over until the other books come. I don't know if I've mentioned that I'm rediscovering a joy of reading, especially when being driven around on the bus. Anyway, I recommend The Draining Lake even though I haven't finished it yet.

Book rec

Feb. 13th, 2011 09:08 pm
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Fucschia books by me)
This afternoon I finished reading Are You Somebody? by Irish author Nuala O'Faolain. It is, as she calls it, an accidental memoir. I was first introduced to another book of hers, Almost There, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I'd been reading Are You Somebody in bits and snatches, but had a couple of hours to myself this afternoon and I finished the book. At the end of the Afterword, I found myself crying. Nuala O'Faolain came from a large Irish family and she's quite candid about the abuse, her travels, her relationships, her jobs. It isn't self-deprecating, nor does she point fingers in any direction. She simply tells her story, and it's absolutely engrossing, as well as heart-wrending.

Highly recommended reading, especially for those who enjoy autobiographies of someone who is, as she says, an ordinary person. If anybody else has read it and found themselves similarly moved, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the book.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (chimerical)
ah, the dreams )

My folks and I watched Southern Comfort last night. I can't remember how on earth I found out about it, but I'd checked it out from the Multnomah public library before relocating. The JMU library had it so we watched it last night. It's hopeful, it's anger-inducing (toward the health care system), it's heartbreaking, and poignant. These two paragraphs are from Kate Davis, the director:
    These themes of courage and stepping out of the closet were also the backbone of Southern Comfort. When I met Robert Eads at a conference for transgendered men, I found myself living with a very hidden minority, hidden because they pass so well as men, and hidden to protect themselves against the daily perils of living as a transperson in a world which still persecutes them and makes every day a dangerous prospect.

    The men in Southern Comfort were fine living their regular lives, and hardly jumped at the chance to be part of a documentary. In fact, Robert himself resisted for months, and one day called to tell me that he was up for it. That he would be dead by the time the film would be finished. And so we all started to help tell Robert's extraordinary tale of being a transman, a parent, a shotgun-toting guy who can pass for a classic Redneck from rural Georgia, and as someone who was falling in love during the final year of his life. During the filming, I began to hear one recurring idea: the importance of accepting oneself. From that comes the strength to live a more honest life, and from that comes the chance to open up the hearts and minds of others.

Robert, the FTM who is the focus of the documentary, states early on how ironic it is that the one female part left to him is what's killing him- ovarian cancer. That's not to give anything away; that he's dying from the beginning of the documentary is stated outright. It was filmed in 1998 and I desperately hope that the medical community is far more understanding of trans* individuals more than a decade later, but in the area where he lived, it's hard to say. There are "Bubba-lands" in various regions of the U.S.; Hooterville comes to mind.

There are interviews with three of the cast members as extras on the DVD and I recommend watching those, too. They are at one of the film festivals, and they each wear shirts publicizing the movie, and they say: Love is a many gendered thing. I've not heard something so profoundly true and moving in a long time.

Regardless, this documentary is highly recommended. There's one person on my flist for whom this topic is near and dearly personal. I thought of you the whole time. ::kisses::
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (winter kanji scottish bridge by me)
Portland really is great for unexpected bumper stickers. But first, snow! Today it snowed, it rained, and it hailed. Multiple times, each meteorological event. It's bloody cold. The snow didn't stick or anything, but it was pretty to watch.

Pirates! I mentioned [ profile] euclase because for a while there she was writing and drawing art for a really cool story about Snow Pirates. So the weather and today's 'make Thev smile' bumper sticker made me think of her. I'd also sent her a thank you card because she's continued to fill my life with music I'd not otherwise be exposed to. You're also a wonderful friend with a mind I can totally relate to, and for that I'm grateful, dear. (((hugs)))

So this morning's bumper sticker that caught my eye was: Proud parent of a pirate. Hence the art here today. ;)

Not much else to report: work is getting quite busy, so no more sitting around editing or typing stuff up for me! I am at last making solid progress on new and edited scenes for M+M. I also had a lovely chat with [ profile] kymyrra and a much-needed and cathartic IM with [ profile] elfscribe5. If you're a Tolkien fan and/or a fan of quality writing, especially in time periods not often covered in fanfic and you're not on her friend's list, go and ask to join! She's writing a really fascinating and compelling story set in Numenor, so it's a Second Age fic. Here's her summary: This story takes place in the Second Age, a little over 1600 years after Sauron created the One Ring and then later destroyed Ost-in-Edhil. At this time, Sauron has declared himself King of Men in Middle-earth and so Ar-Pharazon, last King of Numenor, assembles the largest army ever seen and sails to Middle-earth to defeat him. Fabulous writing and very vivid characterizations. Go, read this WIP and let her know your thoughts!

Also, total random: from time to time I check out Site Meter, which I have on my website. Somebody from Poland spent 80 minutes at my site, having found it through a search for harry/ron fanfiction. What was the last page s/he looked at? My one and only Snape/Seamus story. o_O
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (aurora borealis)
As you all know, I participated in [ profile] slashy_santa this year, though the gifts were really for Valentine's Day, posted yesterday. Thankfully the recipient of the story I wrote seems to have enjoyed it, though she was pretty brief in her commentary. I was fortunate to have [ profile] ennorwen write for me, and she came up with the compelling "Lodestar", featuring a favorite character of mine who doesn't often show up in any kind of fanfiction, Tar-Meneldur Elentirmo, the 'star-watcher' king of Númenor. In doing a search of a summary about him, I just stumbled across my own poem I wrote from his POV… I'd totally forgotten that I was so smitten with him once upon a time that I wrote The Love Song of Tar-Meneldur Elentirmo. Wow. Um... And I just read her reply to my review, and she used my bio for him over at HASA as a base. I'd forgotten I'd written his bio over there! Anyway, on my own web page, I kindly included a wee bit about him which I'll repost here:

    For those who are not familiar with the Kings of Númenor and Unfinished Tales: from Part Two, Chapter I, "A Description of the Island of Númenor"- 'Towards the North Cape the land rose to rocky heights, and there great Sorontil rose sheer from the sea in tremendous cliffs. Here was the abode of many eagles; and in this region Tar-Meneldur Elentirmo built a tall tower, from which he could observe the motions of the stars.'

    Tar-Meneldur Elentirmo was the 5th king of Númenor, and his name means 'Star-watcher.'

So! [ profile] ennorwen's story is brilliantly conceived, very realistic, bringing an obscure character to life in his younger years, and an OMC who ends up falling for him, despite their very different stations in life. Here's her summary:

    Relatively young, Írimion (the future Tar-Meneldur) begins work on his tower at Sorontil. He enlists the aid of a stone-mason, Minardil Gonhiriôn, and as they work, a fast friendship develops. Through a series of fits and starts and separations, they come to learn that they care deeply for one another and after Írimion’s journey throughout Númenor, he returns and cements their love with a startling revelation of his own. Written for Thevinia.

I would repost my own review, but that gives away part of the plot. You all know I don't gush about stories all that often, nor rec them, but this one is a true gem. Even without the presence of any Dwarves. ;) It is slash and it is adult, in the most delicious fashion. The primary focus, however, is on the young to-be king and the stone-mason who helps him build the tower where Írimion can watch his beloved stars.

Go and read, especially if you're a Tolkien fan and not all that familiar with the early centuries of Númenor and like to read well-crafted, thoughtful, and ultimately passionate prose. If you do read it and like it, please let her know at the site!
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (newbie fans by mesawoo)
Yes, you saw that right. I've been conferring with a couple of Tolkien-centric people on my flist, found via the Wraeththu fandom (yes, you also read that correctly), and found myself looking through the [ profile] slashy_santa archives. I know I've mentioned before that I've been leaning more and more toward writing Tolkien fanfiction again, and this gem that I stumbled across has pushed me over the edge back into it.

Oh, and I bought my airline tickets to go to England in October. And then my credit card company blocked me and I had to explain myself. Still, I'll be at the Con and will meet Storm Constantine and [ profile] veloona who will be visiting from Germany and hopefully [ profile] callumjames as well, and maybe even ducking over to Ireland. If not, I'll spend a couple of days in Wales. Email me if you want flight details.

So! :cough: [ profile] llembas, I know you've been having rather a craptastic week, and a couple of years ago when I was writing fic as Christmas gifts, you asked for a Halbarad-centric story and I wrote a wee one. This is an Erestor/Halbarad fic, though as the requester stated, s/he wanted characterization much more than explicit smut, and the author, Lady E, delivered a thousand-fold. It's quiet, understated prose, with some repetition of phrases that I know was intentional, to do with listening (on Erestor's end) and the cage of bones and pulse of blood (for the Man), and it's simply exquisite.

Those of you on my flist whom I've known initially since my Tolkien days, and many who crossover with the Ardaverse, please go here to read "And Whisper You to This Earth". You won't regret it. The only complaint I would lodge, if I had to, is that it's done in present tense, which, as a rule, I dislike. [ACK! In reading my story for Jen that is Halbarad-centric, I see it was also written in present tense. ::raps knuckles::] I was more than willing to overlook it for the rarepair-ness of the coupling (which, I'll admit, was what first drew me in), her canonical knowledge, the imagery and sparse tone to the story, and the innate tragedy of any mixing of Elves and Men. But this one is so inherently quiet in its presentation, which makes it all the more profound when it comes to both its passionate crux and pre-known tragedy.


Just saying.

Back to your weekend and watching the Olympics, or whatever else. I've maxxed out on Project Runway, Shear Genius and Britain's Next Top Model. I've been writing Ithiel-centric fic and dealing with my credit card company and booking my flight to England. Color me done for today. :P
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (fic best gift ever- icon by me base by m)
I bring two recs in two genres I don't believe I've ever recc'ed before: original fiction, and Mary Renault's The Persian Boy. Both are authors whom I've come to know thanks to my new foray into Wraeththu fandom, and they are accomplished authors in realms outside of Wraeththu fandom. They're also intelligent, droll, charming individuals I am really enjoying getting to know.

[ profile] camile_sinensis I got to know thanks to her Wraeththu fanfiction, posted at [ profile] red_shellac. I absolutely inhaled her stories nearly as quickly as Storm Constantine's novels themselves, and only wish there were more of her stories. I highly recommend any of her fiction there. Today, though, I'm recc'ing (with her consent) a story of hers at her original fiction archive, Stuff in a Cardboard Box. I've only read one story so far, and that's the one I'm reccing, We Move Through Heaven. It's science fiction, a glorious one-shot with achingly beautiful imagery and the kind of uncluttered, yet descriptive prose I aspire to write myself one day. The plot is compelling, the implied backstory/universe is intriguing; it's a short story that packs quite a punch.
a short sample to nudge you over to the story )
I've recently come to know [ profile] elfscribe5 because she is an author's dream: she's left several in-depth, articulate reviews for my recently completed Wraeththu novella, and she's quoted back phrases and images she felt were particularly moving; they are the kinds of reviews you want to share a bottle of wine with, and then cozy up to in bed and cuddle all night long. To my delight I've discovered that not only does [ profile] elfscribe5, like me, have a years-long background in Tolkien fanfiction and JRRT awe, but she's also written The Persian Boy fanfiction. Last night I treated myself to an all-too-hasty reading of her gap-filler, Oromedon's Lessons. I couldn't help myself; I gobbled it all down and will need to re-read it and give it the more reverential, slower savoring it deserves. It is adult and m/m, a true gap-filler and a sensual delight. Her attention to detail, including having done historical research, is something I've seen most often in Ardaverse writers, and I admire her for it.

a sample of gorgeousness )

As always, if you enjoy the fruits of these author's labors of love, please let them know! To reach [ profile] camile_sinensis, you can drop her a note at the end of any story she has posted at her fanfic archive; the Slash Cotillion archive where [ profile] elfscribe5's Persian Boy story is hosted allows you to leave her a message there which will be forwarded.

Happy reading!
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (young Ron/Draco by gforgina)
For my many R/D friends, I have a new fic for you, written by a dear friend and very talented authoress, [ profile] geoviki. It's here, A Slow-Motion Accident. It's cleverly written, has a unique plot to get the two together, features an acerbic!ghost!Draco and resigned!earnest!Ron. There's also a bit of hotness, and it's heart-warming as well.

Go read it between OotP viewings (I'm not even going into the lack-of-Ron-ness that's not secret; I'm not posting my thoughts until after the weekend) and enjoy some new R/D. And let her know if you enjoyed it! :)

May 2016



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