oh godDAMMIT
In the Department of Plotbunnies I Don't Need Department: I probably shouldn't be admitting the way that M's fic (go! read!) has me thinking about doing a revisionist-history version of Polgara in which the narrative does not FUCKING LIE?
Because, um, pretty much the only way I can have any respect for it anymore as a work of fiction is to assume that it does, and hugely, and about some pretty important things -- which is actually believable, because it is written in first-person and it is being written, in-universe, for the Instruction of the Young, even if I have a sort of hollow feeling about that theory Doylistically.
I mean, just for starters:
A. David Eddings's Twin Thing is fucking creepy; however, if you juggle yourself around to believing it's Polgara's Beldaran Thing, it's fucking creepy AND, um, hi, have we met;
B. Presupposing the existence of a working sex drive inna first place, I do not believe in three-thousand-year-old virgins ETA: yeah, okay, in this case, I totally do, and still -- I am the last person to pathologize in this matter, but when you are canonically a people-person and charming and flirty and good with social cues, and have had any number of intense emotional affairs, and are THREE THOUSAND YEARS OLD, that, uh, that does indicate a certain set of underlying issues;
C. Having seen Carnivale since having read the books for the first time, I cannot not believe that having one's mother talking to one in one's head for three minutes would fuck one up but good;
D. Raising a succession of children just to watch them die for about a millennium really has to fuck one up WORSE;
E. Aldur is kind of a giant dick, no really, no REALLY, and I am increasingly less okay with that...
*facePALMs forever*
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Because, um, pretty much the only way I can have any respect for it anymore as a work of fiction is to assume that it does, and hugely, and about some pretty important things -- which is actually believable, because it is written in first-person and it is being written, in-universe, for the Instruction of the Young, even if I have a sort of hollow feeling about that theory Doylistically.
I mean, just for starters:
A. David Eddings's Twin Thing is fucking creepy; however, if you juggle yourself around to believing it's Polgara's Beldaran Thing, it's fucking creepy AND, um, hi, have we met;
B. Presupposing the existence of a working sex drive inna first place, I do not believe in three-thousand-year-old virgins ETA: yeah, okay, in this case, I totally do, and still -- I am the last person to pathologize in this matter, but when you are canonically a people-person and charming and flirty and good with social cues, and have had any number of intense emotional affairs, and are THREE THOUSAND YEARS OLD, that, uh, that does indicate a certain set of underlying issues;
C. Having seen Carnivale since having read the books for the first time, I cannot not believe that having one's mother talking to one in one's head for three minutes would fuck one up but good;
D. Raising a succession of children just to watch them die for about a millennium really has to fuck one up WORSE;
E. Aldur is kind of a giant dick, no really, no REALLY, and I am increasingly less okay with that...
*facePALMs forever*
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