status report (ea chapter ten)

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I have been terribly negligent of my promise to keep you informed of the update-status for Elective Affinities -- apologies!

It will probably not surprise you to hear that Chapter 10 is fully planned. Unfortunately, very little of it has actually been written. I am concurrently working on finishing a chapter of my master's thesis and that has,

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Thank you again for introducing me to Popa -- I believe I'm becoming addicted. In contrast to Celan's In the Snake Wagon, which I cited here because it seems to describe Snape's internal journey from a distant, meta-perspective, Give me back my rags captures the immediacy of his anger, the force of his subjectivity. The poem is remarkable in its own right, but I think I love it especially because of how extraordinarily well it expresses Snape's inner state of being. There are an unbelievable number of parallels between the poem and the character. Just pop into my head/My thoughts the better to claw your cheek -- or Get out of my walled-in infinity -- express succicintly and with unbelievable power the urgency with which Snape uses Occlumency and closes himself off from the world. And the appearances of "freak" and "double-crosser" make it seem as though the poem was custom-written with Snape in mind. An incredible discovery, my friend.

One of the things I love about Snape is his temperature, and that he is, perhaps, the hottest of all of Rowling's characters (and I don't just mean that in a sexy way!). He's so hot that he's cold; he's passed some sort of thermonuclear threshold and come out the other end, like superheated plasma that has to be cooled and contained just in order to function without exploding everything.

This remark of yours is so beautiful that I keep re-reading it. I also agree completely. If you enjoy perverse_idyll's No Room for the Weak, you might also enjoy her Snape/Dumbledore, Snape/Harry story In Infinite Remorse of Soul. It contains some of the most striking descriptions of Snape's boiling emotions I have ever read. For example:

... He seeks out this ritual, submits to it, fuming silently at Albus' feet, waves of bitterness rolling off him like confessional incense, absorbed by the dungeon walls and Albus' prick. To Albus' shame, he always hardens when Severus slinks to the floor like a melted candle, flesh smoking with burnt pride. Darkness in chains; who knew it could be such an aphrodisiac? Anyone able to bottle and sell it would soon be rolling in Galleons.

Supernatural is a show I have still yet to watch, but you're encouraging me to go out and download it. Preferably tonight. :)