Title: Last of the Port Charlotte 8 Authors:: eternalsojourn Team: Angst Prompt(s): Forever Word Count: 540 Rating: PG Beta:metacheese Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: It was a long and full life, but that doesn’t make this any easier.
I had rather hoped that them growing old together would take some of the sting out, but as I wrote it I realized that wasn't happening. ;_; But thank you - I like the thought that they did get to grow old together. ♥
In such a short fic you have given such a rich and multifaceted view of their lives together. There are so many sadmaking things here. I am sad that Arthur has lost the person he loved so much, someone who was so real (the particulars about him, the chair and the shaving and the faded gray eyes were so heartbreaking). I am sad about the loss of someone I will never (in this 'verse) truly get to "know" as a reader and can only know through Arthur's memories.
Death is always the elephant in the room with every happy ending, and I'm so glad that you had the courage and talent to confront this subject so beautifully and with such restraint--I love how you rely on objects and memories, on concrete details, to show the dimensions of their relationship. There are no hollow abstractions. It reminds me of a quote by John Irving, from A Prayer For Owen Meany I think, to the effect of how grief doesn't hit us all at once--or people don't die all at once--but it happens piece by piece every time we see something that reminds us of them. And
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The random bits of memories. The way you tell us that they grow old together by talking about the liver spots and Arthur's hip surgery. Eames shaving his facial hair into funny shapes <--- This made me laugh and wibble.
Death is devastating no matter what age it happens at, and you expressed that beautifully here. (I actually just looked back up and read your summary after I wrote that so that's PROOF that you got your point across.)
Ahh! Thank you! (That facial hair thing is actually what my husband does, my funny English Mr. on whom I base some of Eames's quirks. I cried when writing this when I thought of losing all that and seeing it in retrospect.)
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Death is always the elephant in the room with every happy ending, and I'm so glad that you had the courage and talent to confront this subject so beautifully and with such restraint--I love how you rely on objects and memories, on concrete details, to show the dimensions of their relationship. There are no hollow abstractions. It reminds me of a quote by John Irving, from A Prayer For Owen Meany I think, to the effect of how grief doesn't hit us all at once--or people don't die all at once--but it happens piece by piece every time we see something that reminds us of them. And ( ... )
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The random bits of memories. The way you tell us that they grow old together by talking about the liver spots and Arthur's hip surgery. Eames shaving his facial hair into funny shapes <--- This made me laugh and wibble.
Death is devastating no matter what age it happens at, and you expressed that beautifully here. (I actually just looked back up and read your summary after I wrote that so that's PROOF that you got your point across.)
Again, PERFECT.
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Again, thank you. ♥
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This is not the best week for me to read all this.
So beautiful. So sad. I love the attention to the drink and what each item meant to both of them.
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