Whoops! Silly me -- I only posted that I'd picked the song in a reply to a comment in the previous post. Duh. Yeah, mtgat suggested Uninvited, and after a few listens that just drilled itself into le brain. (Er, as I write that, it strikes me as an unfortunate metaphor given the subject, but still, apt...) But thank you for looking for me! :)
I really hope you write this. Not only b/c I want more words from you (that sounds macabre in my head--like I wish to squeeze you until you bleed words) but so's I get something more of Clarice. I adored Silence, and liked Hannibal in a patchy way, but something never satisfied me about the sequel. I suppose the reason I loved Silence was Clarice--the entire book is a meditation on her mind and her her-ness, and the sequel didn't go that way. It's strange that I fell in love with one fictional character while everybody else fell facsinated into Lecter's sticky web. Just that little snippet posted here is lovely--particularly this: "He heard her breath catch, just the smallest hitch, and understood at once two things: he had wounded her, and she had not expected it. It took another moment for him to realize that he was sorry."
The careful way he cares for her. I loved that sense in Hannibal, you know, and it made the book for me. Plus the talk of roller sparrows (? I think that's it--I don't have the book with me right now). And you'
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Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad it worked for you. :g: I love both characters and both books, but in Silence I also loved the tension of the Buffalo Bill case and the corresponding tension it created between the two of them, the way it became the rope in their private tug-of-war, and the medium that allowed their relationship to exist.
And I really like your phrase -- the careful way he cares for her. That catches something I feel about him from Hannibal: he seems on the surface to be free of the restrictions of civilization, but he's trapped in a different way: he can't offer sincerity or simple natural feeling. He's invested in being a monster, in being outside humanity, and so doing so would be dangerous: he does indeed have to be careful. In the novel, that problem gets resolved because she steps outside humanity with him, only a short while after he's renewed contact. I think in these snippets I'm coming at it from the other side -- as if he's finding himself drawn back into humanity because of her
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The careful way he cares for her. I loved that sense in Hannibal, you know, and it made the book for me. Plus the talk of roller sparrows (? I think that's it--I don't have the book with me right now). And you' ( ... )
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And I really like your phrase -- the careful way he cares for her. That catches something I feel about him from Hannibal: he seems on the surface to be free of the restrictions of civilization, but he's trapped in a different way: he can't offer sincerity or simple natural feeling. He's invested in being a monster, in being outside humanity, and so doing so would be dangerous: he does indeed have to be careful. In the novel, that problem gets resolved because she steps outside humanity with him, only a short while after he's renewed contact. I think in these snippets I'm coming at it from the other side -- as if he's finding himself drawn back into humanity because of her ( ... )
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