Or should I have said weathercock?
So I started watching Turn. Caution: mild spoilers.
This has not been wonderful for my concentration on other tasks, but it's such a marvelous mess that I can't look away, even though history is not at all my thing. Granted, I've only watched the first season and three eps of the second so far. But given the acting and the fic potential, I'm disappointed at how little fandom I've managed to find to date.
(Disclaimer: I'm considering these characters mostly fictional; from what I can tell the personal storylines are veering far from the people's actual lives, so it's not quite as creepy as it sounds. I've started to consider it an AU version of U.S. history.)
I'm not sure why I get such a kick out of it, because most of the characters are either oblivious, batshit, or both. I'd love to line up the elder Woodhull, Anna Strong, Hewlett, and Ben, and smack them all upside the head, and to lock Simcoe and Rogers in a cage and let them cannibalize each other. Abe's got more directions than a weathervane and Mary needs to get a grip; about the only person with common sense is Caleb, and part of me wants to smack him just on general principles anyway. Abigail, and possible Akinbode, are the only other ones who really deserve to survive; even poor Baker was too honorable for his own good.
But oh, it's fun. It's fascinating to watch and occasionally very satisfying, even if I'm mentally throwing popcorn at the screen (I would have smothered Richard Woodhull years ago if he were my father). And the costume porn is terrific. There's a certain dry pleasure in watching Andre's and Arnold's doom coming for them, and in wondering if Hewlett's wig is ever gonna slip. And if anyone will ever save themselves a lot of trouble and slit Simcoe's throat.
I admit that Anna tends to drive me up a wall. She's incredibly self-centered in a very dangerous way, too quick-tempered and impulse-driven to be working as a spy. I keep thinking that her habit of changing her mind every time she wants something new is going to get them into deep trouble soon.
Simcoe makes my skin crawl, but then he's supposed to, so that's a success. It's interesting to compare him to Mr. Roukin, who out of character appears to be a perfectly nice and sweet person; apparently he's very, very good at what he does.
One wonders how Hewlett made it as far as Major; that guy is dim. And I can't help feeling sorry for King George, poor sod.
Do the digital comics still exist anywhere?