Stuff from Sunday
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I posted a fic, Five Threads, Some Crimson. Red Riding Hood (fairy tale). Summary: Five threads of the story of Red Riding Hood. Teen. 1,030 words.
About that: The author’s notes cover the inspiration for writingit.
I wrote the first draft longhand at the end of last year. It took me a while to get to typing it up, when most of the sections bar the wolf’s expanded. I was chuffed that it got beyond the thousand mark, when my first idea was that I could write a drabble for each section. As I’ve said before, last year, I read a lot of Red Riding Hood fics, from different perspectives, and it’s probably a couple of years since I read Angela Carter’s ‘The Bloody Chamber’, so getting prompted to write my own take on it was probably the culmination of that.
Belgravia episode 2
May we never have to suffer Tamsin Grieg slowly reading a note as it is composed by Anne (or whatever that was) ever again. The unnatural pauses! The weird emphases!
There was more about the Brockenhursts, now including Tom Wilkinson playing Mr Harriet Walters, or the Earl. Their family seem even more awful than the Trenchards’ daughter-in-law, both grasping and tactless. Still, you let your only son and heir to an earldom GO TO WAR. That’s why you lost him. Even allowing for him being over 21 and wanting to go, you could have put your foot down. Earl of Morose Grief.
I didn’t know what to make of the fact that Lord Bellairs had basically forewarned the Trenchards about the fake priest, fake marriage manoeuvre – no, wait, I do. I don’t think much of their mental prowess.
Who else went ‘Because he’s played by Rufus Sewell’ at the exposition that the Queen would be sad that Lord M would lose to Peel. The servants are less well defined than on Victoria, even. Ellis is perhaps the strongest drawn and some of them are scamming, but they might as well have been left to be impassive faces, occasionally raising eyebrows at their masters and mistresses than this watered down presence.
Because it’s Fellowes, we had modern attitudes towards the secret bastard grandson situation, though Lady B basically trolling well-meaning Anne was funny. Gardeners, eh, aren’t they vicious?
Trenchard ended up in classic husband in trouble/frog in boiling water mode at the revelation that he had struck up a relationship with Pope behind his wife’s back. Those two need massive marriage counselling.
And this London is tiny. I called Maria (Sybil replacement?) clicking with Pope, but we also had the awful nephew pursuing the awful daughter-in-law. (Ooh, played by Alice Eve, I thought I ought to recognise her.)
So, it’s still as bad as it was, but I guess I’ll take Downton for the COVID-19 age.
I posted a fic, Five Threads, Some Crimson. Red Riding Hood (fairy tale). Summary: Five threads of the story of Red Riding Hood. Teen. 1,030 words.
About that: The author’s notes cover the inspiration for writingit.
I wrote the first draft longhand at the end of last year. It took me a while to get to typing it up, when most of the sections bar the wolf’s expanded. I was chuffed that it got beyond the thousand mark, when my first idea was that I could write a drabble for each section. As I’ve said before, last year, I read a lot of Red Riding Hood fics, from different perspectives, and it’s probably a couple of years since I read Angela Carter’s ‘The Bloody Chamber’, so getting prompted to write my own take on it was probably the culmination of that.
Belgravia episode 2
May we never have to suffer Tamsin Grieg slowly reading a note as it is composed by Anne (or whatever that was) ever again. The unnatural pauses! The weird emphases!
There was more about the Brockenhursts, now including Tom Wilkinson playing Mr Harriet Walters, or the Earl. Their family seem even more awful than the Trenchards’ daughter-in-law, both grasping and tactless. Still, you let your only son and heir to an earldom GO TO WAR. That’s why you lost him. Even allowing for him being over 21 and wanting to go, you could have put your foot down. Earl of Morose Grief.
I didn’t know what to make of the fact that Lord Bellairs had basically forewarned the Trenchards about the fake priest, fake marriage manoeuvre – no, wait, I do. I don’t think much of their mental prowess.
Who else went ‘Because he’s played by Rufus Sewell’ at the exposition that the Queen would be sad that Lord M would lose to Peel. The servants are less well defined than on Victoria, even. Ellis is perhaps the strongest drawn and some of them are scamming, but they might as well have been left to be impassive faces, occasionally raising eyebrows at their masters and mistresses than this watered down presence.
Because it’s Fellowes, we had modern attitudes towards the secret bastard grandson situation, though Lady B basically trolling well-meaning Anne was funny. Gardeners, eh, aren’t they vicious?
Trenchard ended up in classic husband in trouble/frog in boiling water mode at the revelation that he had struck up a relationship with Pope behind his wife’s back. Those two need massive marriage counselling.
And this London is tiny. I called Maria (Sybil replacement?) clicking with Pope, but we also had the awful nephew pursuing the awful daughter-in-law. (Ooh, played by Alice Eve, I thought I ought to recognise her.)
So, it’s still as bad as it was, but I guess I’ll take Downton for the COVID-19 age.
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Date: 2020-03-24 08:55 pm (UTC)I thought it was a literary rule that only son and heir going to war had to be killed.
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Date: 2020-03-25 07:56 am (UTC)It is a rule! I'm fairly sure that, over the years, toffs have gone, 'That's what the spare's for.'