No one cryogenically freezes Irina Derevko
It's nearly December and I have the windows open. This is lovely, but also strange.
I finished reading Runaways Volume 3 last night, The Good Die Young, and I have to admit I was completely surprised by the Alex reveal. As soon as it happened, I realized I should have seen it coming because he was the least likely to be the mole and so, therefore....anyway, he did make an almost instantaneous narrative leap from super-smart teen to super-villain teen, and so it's not like they were dropping clues left and right. I'm still amused by the fact that Gert seems to have been destined for Mount Holyoke before her life took on a superhero arc, I'm very wavy hands about Nico and Karolina, and I feel like I have an essay's worth to say about the use of pop-fiction references in the Marvel universe - so Voldemort isn't real and the West Wing is just a story, but Captain America and the Fantastic Four are going to make an appearance and Molly compares someone's evilness in relation to Magneto and says she's going to marry Wolverine when she grows up.
In the department of random things you can get from your public library: Victor Garber reading the Bunnicula series, in the 1973 movie version of Godspell, which, ok, is kind of terrifying but also features Victor Garber as Jesus, so. Do with that what you will.
And speaking of Victor Garber as Jesus, I have the Alias Season 5 DVDs and only the fact that I don't want to fail out of library school is preventing me from sitting down and watching the entire thing today. So, ok, who's in the super-powered cryo-freezer? They want us to think it's Vaughn, I know, because Renee has him (and, all right, she has the silliest name ever, even worse than Julia Stone. Every time she comes on screen, I say her name with extreme rolled Rs.), and because none of us wants to believe Vaughn is dead. I think they also want us to believe it's Rambaldi, even though I'm not really sure how that would work. But it's neither Vaughn nor Rambaldi. In fact, it's going to turn out to be some big old nobody who we've never heard of before.
And then there's the Battlestar Galactica novel. Did you know that someone has written a novel of the mini-series? The dialog is word for word, the prose is full of awkwardly over-specific details, and the point of view shifts from section to section. I am completely fascinated by this. Why would anyone need a novel of the mini-series when you can just watch the mini-series? It makes me think of that brand of fanfic that rewrites the scenes we've already scene without adding anything new, or the stories that fill in spaces we didn't really need filled in because the episode showed us everything we needed to know about them in the first place?
I have one problem with the mini-series novel, besides my inability to get over my weird fascination with it, and that's the issue of point of view and secrets. Just a few pages into the novel, we switch to Doral's point of view, because, in the mini-series, we see Doral leading a tour. When we're watching the mini-series, Doral is just a character to whom our attention is being drawn. In prose, that manoeuvre can be a little clunky. It's even harder to draw attention to a character when you don't want to reveal to your reader why you're doing it. It is breaking any number of rules to be inside the head of a Cylon, who, presumably, knows that he's a Cylon, and keep that secret from the reader.
Still feels like early autumn outside. If time and pumpkin cheesecake cooking permits, there will be Doctor Who and Torchwood rambling later today.
I finished reading Runaways Volume 3 last night, The Good Die Young, and I have to admit I was completely surprised by the Alex reveal. As soon as it happened, I realized I should have seen it coming because he was the least likely to be the mole and so, therefore....anyway, he did make an almost instantaneous narrative leap from super-smart teen to super-villain teen, and so it's not like they were dropping clues left and right. I'm still amused by the fact that Gert seems to have been destined for Mount Holyoke before her life took on a superhero arc, I'm very wavy hands about Nico and Karolina, and I feel like I have an essay's worth to say about the use of pop-fiction references in the Marvel universe - so Voldemort isn't real and the West Wing is just a story, but Captain America and the Fantastic Four are going to make an appearance and Molly compares someone's evilness in relation to Magneto and says she's going to marry Wolverine when she grows up.
In the department of random things you can get from your public library: Victor Garber reading the Bunnicula series, in the 1973 movie version of Godspell, which, ok, is kind of terrifying but also features Victor Garber as Jesus, so. Do with that what you will.
And speaking of Victor Garber as Jesus, I have the Alias Season 5 DVDs and only the fact that I don't want to fail out of library school is preventing me from sitting down and watching the entire thing today. So, ok, who's in the super-powered cryo-freezer? They want us to think it's Vaughn, I know, because Renee has him (and, all right, she has the silliest name ever, even worse than Julia Stone. Every time she comes on screen, I say her name with extreme rolled Rs.), and because none of us wants to believe Vaughn is dead. I think they also want us to believe it's Rambaldi, even though I'm not really sure how that would work. But it's neither Vaughn nor Rambaldi. In fact, it's going to turn out to be some big old nobody who we've never heard of before.
And then there's the Battlestar Galactica novel. Did you know that someone has written a novel of the mini-series? The dialog is word for word, the prose is full of awkwardly over-specific details, and the point of view shifts from section to section. I am completely fascinated by this. Why would anyone need a novel of the mini-series when you can just watch the mini-series? It makes me think of that brand of fanfic that rewrites the scenes we've already scene without adding anything new, or the stories that fill in spaces we didn't really need filled in because the episode showed us everything we needed to know about them in the first place?
I have one problem with the mini-series novel, besides my inability to get over my weird fascination with it, and that's the issue of point of view and secrets. Just a few pages into the novel, we switch to Doral's point of view, because, in the mini-series, we see Doral leading a tour. When we're watching the mini-series, Doral is just a character to whom our attention is being drawn. In prose, that manoeuvre can be a little clunky. It's even harder to draw attention to a character when you don't want to reveal to your reader why you're doing it. It is breaking any number of rules to be inside the head of a Cylon, who, presumably, knows that he's a Cylon, and keep that secret from the reader.
Still feels like early autumn outside. If time and pumpkin cheesecake cooking permits, there will be Doctor Who and Torchwood rambling later today.