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THE OUTLAND
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Any and all is welcome
Disclaimer: These are Annie Proulx's brilliant original characters and her story, and I have treated it and them (and her) with as much respect as I can muster.
This story is for Canstandit.
THE OUTLAND, CHAPTER 6
In 1916, Henry Charles Twist, five feet four and twenty years old, ( Read more... )
Genre: AU
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Any and all is welcome
Disclaimer: These are Annie Proulx's brilliant original characters and her story, and I have treated it and them (and her) with as much respect as I can muster.
This story is for Canstandit.
THE OUTLAND, CHAPTER 6
In 1916, Henry Charles Twist, five feet four and twenty years old, ( Read more... )
I was so touched reading this. I could see and smell all things like Bobby did. I could feel that sharp cold, that soft, content love between Ennis and Jack, the old understanding when you have spent a life of joy and sorrow with another human being.
Marvelous images.
The beginning just awesome. Crude, realistic, painfully. The rest, well, I could quote the whole chapter.
The way of Bobby struggles between punch his dad or hug him to finally grab him and cry; the way Jack says his name. Just moving and beautiful.
Jack different, being happy but fragile too, Ennis so tender and warm with Jack and with Bobby, telling him that he wanted to have a boy. Those old jokes and winks between them, the funny insults, and the loved BBM belt buckle. Everything made me cry, all those bittersweet memories of years hoping, and wishing and loving. But this part shattered my heart, while I could see Jack driving to Mexico after the divorce scene, Jack drinking a lot, Jack having to return home, Jack crying so bad all night, Jack dying inside, Jack loosing his dreams, Jack no longer being Jack. So heartbreaking. Damn.
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…he took off and Mom was mad as hell for a few days, and he came back late one night and I heard them arguing, and he crashed down the hall to his den and I don't think he even saw me peering out of my bedroom, waiting for him. He smelled bad, his face was awful and splotchy, and he locked the door and didn't come out until next day. And I kept waking up during the night because I was dreaming my dog must be trapped somewhere and howling real low and sorrowful. But it wasn't the dog, it wasn't Tuffy ....
One of the things I love the most in this chapter is Ennis’s smell and the fact that Jack is used to it. It’s heartwarming, something sweet and indescribable that makes me smile.
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He's got a smell about him, not dirty, just earthy and animally, makes me wonder if he's wearing his work clothes. He throws the bags in the back, Dad squeezes in between us - I guess he's used to Ennis's smell.
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Beautiful as always. You know, perfect.
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