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Roxane Weary's father, a cop and a hard-drinking piece of work, was killed on the job; Roxane, a PI and a hard-drinking piece of work herself, has mostly coped through sleeping with her dad's former partner. When her brother sends a new client her way--Danielle Stockton, whose brother, Bradford, is on death row for the murders of his high school girlfriend and her parents--Roxane uncovers links to an old missing persons case of her dad's, plus nasty undercurrents of police corruption in the quiet suburb of Belmont. 

This is a well-plotted mystery--the murderer's true identity is foreshadowed subtly enough that I only realized it was foreshadowing in retrospect--with a snappy, charismatic first-person narrative voice. I mentioned yesterday that Roxane has a bit of Cass Neary/Jessica Jones flair to her; here's an example: 

No one else recognized the sketch or did anything to encourage me except for the teenage punk girl who told me she liked my jacket. Then I got back into the car and squinted at the sketch. The more I stared at it the more it did look like Gwyneth Paltrow, if Gwyneth Paltrow lived in Ohio and had never been happy.

Bradford is black and his girlfriend and her family were white, and Belmont is exactly the kind of small, nosy suburb where prejudice and suspicion, especially against outsiders, get free rein.

Even shortly after ten in the morning, there were complaints about noise, about traffic jams at afternoon kindergarten drop-off at the Montessori school, about a suspicious individual entering a neighbor's house. 

("I advised the caller that the individual was actually the neighbor, wearing a new coat.")

Roxane is bisexual; it's not a huge part of the plot, but it is part of her as a person, and it helps her strike up a connection with a teenage girl who becomes crucial to the case. She's self-destructive and self-aware about being self-destructive without tipping into self-pity, and by the end of the book she's taken steps towards cleaning up her act. Her character arc is less sprawling and messy than Cass Neary's, but again, there's a little bit of that shared-DNA sweet spot to it. 

This book is also unusually balanced in its treatment of the police--there are multiple characters in law enforcement, and some are great and some are terrible and some are just trying to do their job in a system that's obviously rigged to favor insiders with wealth and connections. 
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For the most part I've spent this month flitting from book to book, starting a bunch and finishing a few; I also can't clear out the brainspace for posting separate reviews. Partly I think this is just a general lack of energy problem--our summer program just started at work and even though class numbers are way down there's still the fact that our boss, in her infinite wisdom, decided that the only break summer staff needed after an entire school year was one long weekend--but I also tend to lose focus for reading when I'm writing a lot or watching a lot, so things do balance out eventually. 

Eventually. 

Over the Juneteenth weekend I finished two books--Eight Days of Luke by Diana Wynne Jones and the third Mary Russel mystery, A Letter of Mary. Luke has been on my backburner TBR for a while, and I polished it off in just a couple of days; it has a little bit of everything that makes Diana Wynne Jones books catnip for me: a put-upon and lowkey incredibly sarcastic main character, terrible relatives, a terrible relatives who turns out to have a surprisingly not-terrible side to them, magic interacting with the everyday world in wacky but mostly uncommented on ways, and a funny but clear-eyed view of human nature.

A Letter of Mary continues the series trend of being mostly character-focused, with an incredibly immersive setting and voice. The resolution to the mystery is unsatisfying in a way I can't quite put my finger on, though it possibly has to do with certain hints about the murder's motivations being dropped out and then never fully explored, or at least not explored in the kind of detail I was hoping for. But there is a very good red herring, and again, I really don't come to these books for the mysteries. 

Right now, I'm about halfway through The Last Place You Look by Kristen Lepionka, a hardboiled private eye mystery with a narrator (Roxane Weary) who has a little bit of Jessica Jones and a hint of Cass Neary to her; she's a hard-drinking mess not getting over the death of her police officer father, trying to track down a missing woman whom she doesn't believe is actually alive and stumbling on a possible serial killer case along the way. This one has a great voice and flow to it, and I'll probably be finishing it next. 

Next...who knows? I've got a decent backlog of books to finish, but I may keep ignoring those and start something completely different. Or not. I would really, really like to get back into The Institute, my current Big Fat Stephen King Book. 
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Two extremely different movies, both of which I've been wanting to watch for a while: 

The People Under the Stairs: My very first memory of this movie is a friend who'd seen it already recapping it for my sisters and I when we were all around seven or eight; her description scared the pants off me and I still have no idea how or why she managed to watch it. 

Now that I've finally seen it, The People Under the Stairs didn't scare the pants off me, but I did find it both effectively creepy and effectively goofy, and Fool is exactly the kind of brave and resourceful kid horror protagonist that I would have wanted to be back when my friend first told me about the movie. For most of the run time he's obviously terrified, but his spirit is never broken, and there's a cool element of puzzle-solving to his story, too--watching him figure out and learn to outsmart the Robeson's traps is genuinely fun. 

The Stairpeople--and Alice and Roach, by extension--hit a good balance between scary and pitiable. Alice comes the closest to being entirely pitiable, with no bite, but she has her moments of creepiness and/or bravery, and her last confrontation with Mommy is especially awesome. Fool's character arc is (very, very obviously, and not in a bad way) modeled after the Fool figure in tarot, but Alice's has the structure of a fairy tale (even with her name, I kept thinking more of Rapunzel or Sleeping Beauty than Alice in Wonderland, but I also haven't read Alice in Wonderland in years, so I could be missing the obvious!). And the ending is pure bonkers wish fulfillment, which is exactly what these characters deserve. 

Jodorowsky's Dune: It's wacky and sometimes clunky and the sequels go from really really good to really really unbearably nuts, but Dune is one of my favorite sci-fi novels (with the caveat that I haven't read much sci-fi) and when I heard about Alejandro Jodorowsky's unproduced, psychedelic, Pink-Floyd-scored movie adaptation, I knew I had to watch the documentary covering it. 

So I did. But by the time I did I already knew enough about the project that I was looking for something deeper than an overview; I'd have loved getting into the nitty-gritty of casting different characters and more exact details about the plot (since it's pretty much completely different from the book's). There are some great bits about casting the Baron Harkonnen (Orson Welles!), Paul (Brontis Jodorowsky, the director's son, who trained in martial arts for something like six hours a day, every day, for years!), and the Padishah Emperor (Salvador Dali!), and the snippets of plot we do get are AMAZINGLY bonkers, even compared with, you know, the book Dune, which never goes light on bonkers. Still, it was mostly info I'd picked up before, so I guess I just wish I hadn't waited so long to actually watch it. 

Jodorowsky comes across as mostly passionate and lovely and endearing...and then drops a couple metaphors that don't exactly reassure me about certain accusations swirling around him. So there's that. The documentary is mostly uncritical about the lengths he went to make the movie (see: having you kid train six hours a day every day) and his vision for it (more than 10 hours long)--it implies that it's all soulless Hollywood executives' fault that we never saw this Dune. But whether it means to or not, I think it does paint a portrait of the guy as carried away by passion pretty much beyond the point of reason, and how that affected both himself and the people around him. 

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The trailers for this movie interested me enough that when my sister told me it was pretty good, I decided to go ahead and watch it, even though lately my attention span for movies has been questionable. And boy, am I glad I did, because while I don't think this is quite a perfect movie, it's most definitely a perfect movie for me--historical horror with a heart, some surprise found family elements, and gross, gnarly, very memorable monsters. The Cursed is a werewolf movie, but mostly for lack of a better term; the curse is transferred through bites and can be cured by a silver bullet, but otherwise the monsters don't much resemble werewolves at all.

It's set in 19th century France, in a settlement where most of the people seem to have at least some British ancestry (Main Evil Landowner is named Seamus Laurent), and where the kids have lately all been plagued by nightmares of a spooky scarecrow in a field. Actually, the scarecrow is the body of a murdered Romani man, and when one of the kids, Timmy, digs up a set of silver dentures, he sets a grisly curse in motion: first Seamus's son Edward disappears. Then it's Timmy himself. Next comes a local woman, who's found, but not in the shape she once had.  

Meanwhile, a pathologist named John McBride (another not-French name, though he apparently comes from Gévaudan) arrives in town searching for the Romani, and ends up sticking around since clearly something dangerous is afoot. He tells Seamus--but doesn't believe himself--that Edward was taken by a wolf. He sets traps and advises the Laurents to board up all their downstairs windows as a precaution. He also bonds with Seamus's wife, Isabelle, and to a lesser extent with their daughter, Charlotte, who knows more about the disappearances than she first lets on. Soon, the villagers are barricaded into the town church for their own protection, and John is casting silver bullets. Meanwhile, the Laurent's maid, Anais, is attacked by a mysterious creature and begins to undergo a gory transformation. 

This is one of those movies that's more atmospheric and moody than really scary, and as long as you have a strong stomach for gore and some brutal violence, it probably won't haunt your worst nightmares. But it's very character-focused, and the growing dread pitted against John's sort of inherent but world-weary goodness got to me--he's been through all this before, and doesn't expect a happy outcome, but he keeps setting traps and protecting people--even people who don't necessarily deserve it--because it's the right thing to do.

There's also a strong strain of Gothic and/or folk horror running through the story. The curse was cast thanks to a land dispute that ended with the massacre of a Romani clan, so colonialism, generational guilt, and a mysterious, unwelcoming landscape all factor into the movie's spookiness. Supporting characters are pretty much all well-drawn and interesting to watch; I was especially intrigued by Anais, the maid who's mauled by a monster and gets right back to work, presumable because a.) she suspects she'll be the next one hunted and b.) she suspects she'll be fired if she tries calling out sick.  

If I can get my life together enough to participate in Yuletide this year, I'm definitely requesting and offering this one. It's a fascinating and tense and very human monsters movie. Also just under two hours and feels much shorter, which these days is a big plus.  
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I didn't intend to write Stranger Things s4 fanfic, since after s3 I'd pretty much resigned myself to the fact that even though the show was still good, nothing would top the fannish heights s2 catapulted me to. And then s4 actually came around, and I was...maybe not catapulted, but the heart wants what it wants and I guess I'll just never be over Steve. 

Title is from "Jump" by Van Halen, because why not commemorate my return to the fandom with one of the goofiest/best 80s songs ever. 

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Steve is sick of being the babysitter. He’s tired of being the only one nobody thinks to tell about the flashlights. He’s sick and tired of Dustin’s ego and Max bossing him around like he’s her personal chauffeur.
 
This spoils up to (I think?) the second-to-last episode in the season so far, though not in great detail. It's also my first fic in two years and my first Stranger Things fic in four years, which, GOOD LORD. It absolutely doesn't feel like it's been that long, and also feels like it's absolutely been that long. At least I like to think my writing's improved in the meantime.  

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I was lukewarm on this book when I first read it in high school and ended up loving it on reread, though it's still a headscratcher in certain ways. Everything else is going under a cut, thanks to a first-chapter spoiler that doesn't have much to do with the mystery itself but is still extremely spoiler-y for AMRoW's main relationship. If you know, you know.
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Another Random Old Children's Book picked up at a secondhand bookstore--I'd never finished anything by Vivien Alcock before but remembered coming across a couple of her books in the children's section of my old library back in the day. They all had interesting, weirdly haunting titles, like Singer to the Sea God

The Stonewalkers is also interesting and weirdly haunting, and very, very creepy. The plot kicks off when Poppy, a girl with a difficult relationship with her mom and a habit of lying, witnesses the stone statue she's kinda-sorta befriended, Belladonna, get struck by lightening and then painfully come to life. At first, Poppy's excited that one of her unbelievable stories is actually true, but Belladonna is...off. Aside from obviously being a statue who shouldn't be traipsing around in the first place, she's both uncomfortable in Poppy's world and jealous of it, and before long she's making her own plans. Plans that don't bode well for Poppy. 

Recently I've been stuck in a cycle of rewatching Woodlands Dark and Days Bewitched: A History of Folk Horror, a LONG documentary that's very expansive with its definition of folk horror (The Wicker Man? Obviously. Picnic at Hanging Rock? Why not? Candyman? Sure, you could make that argument!). The Stonewalkers slides right into that sure-why-not slot of folk horror with its rural setting (a moor somewhere in northern England, I think), outsider protagonist (Poppy's the new kid at school), and creepy statues reanimated by some form of ancient magic Poppy doesn't understand (she made Belladonna friendship bracelet out of some old chain she found in an ancient jar in her mom's employer's basement). It also has a great and believably tough mother-daughter relationship--Poppy and her mother aren't especially likable or easy to get along with, but the fact that they recognize that about themselves doesn't necessarily make them nicer to each other. 

This was a good one--I'd love to read more Alcock in the future. 

maplemood: (beauty)
A historical murder mystery bringing together a serial killer, an amusement park, Chicago's silent film industry, a crossdressing teenage girl, and a fictionalized version of the outsider artist Henry Darger.

It's 1915; Pin's mother works as a fortune teller in the Riverview Amusement Park. Pin, who disguises herself as a boy for protection, earns spare change delivering drugs for Max, another sideshow performer. One hot summer day, she watches a man and a little girl with a yellow dress enter the Hell Gate ride. The man comes out, but the girl doesn't. 

Curious Toys is gritty and disturbingly nasty in parts--it's told in multiple POVs, so in addition to Pin, Henry, an amusement park police officer, a screenwriter for Essanay Studios, and Charlie Chaplin (!), we get chapters from the murderer's perspective. Jury's out on whether the murderer or the Chaplin chapters were harder to read. Still, Pin is very much the main character, and her relationship with Henry becomes the emotional center of the book. 

If you don't know anything about Henry Darger (before opening this book, I didn't), I do think Curious Toys is a good place to start, since Elizabeth Hand clearly loves to research and is very good about weaving that research in organically. Darger worked most of his life as a janitor in a Catholic hospital, writing a multipage fantasy epic and creating weirdly beautiful but often disturbing artwork featuring young girls. He was obsessed with helping abused children and had ideas about forming a "Child Protective Service," which is how he and Pin cross paths in the book. 

Like the Cass Neary series, one of the things that makes Curious Toys so enjoyable is that it's all about art and the people who make art--Henry, the silent film actors, actresses, and screenwriters Pin comes across, the sideshow performers at the park, and eventually Pin herself. There's plenty about the dark corners of the industry, but Curious Toys is also about innovation and wonder. For one person, art might be an excuse to destroy people, but for another, it might be a way to save them. 
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Emily Canfield always got whatever she wanted. When she wanted the moon, her father bought her a reflecting globe and installed it in the family's garden. When she wanted her parents, her father insisted that he and his wife cut their trip to New York short and come home to be with Emily. When Emily wanted to marry her childhood best friend, she wrote up a contract and forced the poor kid to sign it in blood. And when that best friend had had enough of her, Emily drenched herself in water, opened up her bedroom window, and sat until the freezing water and winter weather gave her pneumonia, and she died. 

Years later, Emily's orphaned niece, Jane, and Jane's aunt, Louisa, come to spend the summer at the Canfield's house. Emily's mother Lydia is the only original Canfield still alive; her husband died soon after Emily and her son, Jane's father, was killed in a freak buggy accident. But another presence in the house fixes on Jane, and on moonless nights the old globe in the garden starts to glow...

A short, fun Gothic that seems to have always been marketed for kids, which is interesting since the narrator (Louisa) is eighteen, the book's true main character (Lydia) is "elderly" and "awe-inspiring" (So...fifties? Sixties?), and if I had to sum Jane-Emily up in one sentence it would be "Some kids just suck."

To be fair, "Some kids just suck" is a common theme in children's literature, but I've racked my brain and I cannot remember a single kid character quite as poisonous as Emily. She never appears, either in the flesh or flashbacks; Louisa picks up her story in bits and pieces from Lydia and Emily's childhood friend, Adam Frost, and from Jane's increasingly creepy "Emily-incidents." But Emily's presence is all over the house, from the dark, stuffy attic where her dolls are packed away (including one whose wax face she melted off) to the garden, where her reflecting ball becomes a nexus of all the creepiness. 

Emily also had an especially sinister relationship with her father, who "adored' her more than his own wife. Jane-Emily's final confrontation comes down to Lydia finally standing up to her daughter, something she was never able to do during Emily's life. 

I remember dipping in and out of a couple other Patricia Clapp books as a kid, including Witch's Children, which is historical fiction but, if I'm remembering right, shares some of the same Gothic spookiness as Jane-Emily. Based on how much I enjoyed this one--it didn't scare me the way it probably would have if I'd read it back then, but I ate up the whole thing in just one day--maybe it's time for a reread. 
maplemood: (beauty)
Stella Wallace met her family's god when she was nine years old. Later, she couldn't figure out why she didn't run when she saw it. It wasn't fear that pinned her to the spot, staring up at it, or even shock. It was something else. Awe, maybe. Wonder so deep it was almost adoration. 

Isn't that just a perfect beginning? I decided to try the sample for this one on Kindle and ended up reading the whole thing in about three days. The rest of the book is just as good--evocative and atmospheric without being overwritten, creepy and dark without being depressing. The story is character-driven but very well-plotted, and it's one of only a couple books with alternating "before" and "after" chapters where I'm interested in both the "before" and the "after."

In 1930s Tennessee, Stella is dropped off at her grandmother's mountain cabin and stays there for the next five years, communing with the family god, the Ghostdaddy, and getting more and more tangled in the family cult, led by her Uncle Hendrick. Like her grandmother and mother before her, she acts as the cult's revelator, and Uncle Hendrick records her revelations in The Book of Stella, which she isn't allowed to read. Finally, one particular revelation drives Stella to escape, but after ten years, she gets news of her grandmother's death and her cousin, Sunny, who's set to become the next revelator. 

The way the cult's beliefs seem to have grown out of the family's original Primitive Baptist theology rang true for me. (I'm not Baptist, but I was raised Reformed Protestant, which is Primitive Baptist-adjacent, at least when it comes to Calvinism and predestination.) Uncle Hendrick has a quality of religious passion but absolute arrogance/cluelessness, bordering on cruelty, that's pitch-perfect to some of the men I remember from back then. It's not so much that they hate women, but that they believe it's their God-given right to rule over women. In some ways that's almost worse. 

Stella is also a wonderful character--in the "after" chapters she's grown up to become a bootlegger!--and her relationship with the Ghostdaddy became an unexpected highlight of the book. For me, the best monsters are scary not because they're evil but because they're alien; they're on a mission of their own, and human rules and morals don't apply. Being loved by that kind of monster is a special class of scary, and Stella and the rest of the women in her family are loved. Even more, they're adored. 

Also, this one might have the world's best cover
 
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A couple weeks ago my roommates got to make a trip to The Book Thing, a warehouse full of donated books in Baltimore where once a month you can come in and pick out as many books us you want for free.  (Technically, there's a limit of 150,000 books per person per day, but GEEZ.) There's also a one-hour time limit; my roommates still managed to grab a whole bunch of books. Some of those were for me, including two in one of my favorite categories, Random Old Children's Books.

Here they are: 

A Chill in the Lane by Mabel Esther Allan
An atmospheric, not especially spooky ghost story set in Cornwall. On vacation with her family, Lyd begins experiencing visions of a cottage in the woods that isn't actually there, and starts to suspect it might tie back to her Cornish heritage--Lyd is adopted, and her parents, especially her father, would rather not talk about her biological family. That huge red flag aside, Lyd's parents are actually much more supportive than secretive adoptive families in ghost stories usually are. It's sweet but doesn't make for tense reading. But this is more of a family story with some light Gothic/ghost story elements. 

(This book also has a list of "Other Good Books for Girls" on the back. One of them, Tina and David, gets this kicker of a blurb: "[...] beautiful and exquisitely tasteful. Mrs. Tate has proved that a good book for the young can be written without sex, crime, or drugs.")

Nightbirds on Nantucket by Joan Aiken
A reread and an old favorite. This is the third book in Aiken's Wolves of Willoughby Chase series. The first book is a pretty standard pastiche of 19th century children's lit with a little bit of alternative history thrown in--at least that's how I remember it; it's also my least favorite book in the series--and every book after gets weirder and weirder. 

Nightbirds isn't quite peak Aiken weirdness, but it's getting there. Dido Twite, the closest this series has to a central heroine, wakes up after a months-long coma on a whaling ship headed, eventually, for Nantucket. Captain Casket only cares about chasing an elusive pink whale, but he promises Dido passage home if she can keep his daughter, Dutiful Penitence, company. This apparently includes staying with Dutiful Penitence and the girl's aunt, Tribulation, on Nantucket for a couple of months. 

Dutiful Penitence ("Pen"), doesn't have good memories of her aunt, and once the girls arrive in Nantucket they figure out that Tribulation is still a piece of work, staying in bed the whole day and running them ragged with chores. Dido also discovers a black dress and pair of bottle-green boots hidden in the attic, and begins to suspect that Aunt Tribulation isn't who she says she is. 

Part of the fun of this book is that, even though she's stuck in an objectively terrifying situation--holed up on an isolated farm with an imposter--Dido refuses to let Aunt Tribulation scare her. Here's a typical interaction between them: 
Aunt Tribulation, when she did come down, was very angry. "How dare you disobey me, insolent girl!" she thundered, looking about for her stick. But Dido, accustomed to self-preservation in the hubbub of the London alleys, had prudently removed the stick, chopped it up, and burned it in the stove. Aunt Tribulation boxed her ears instead, and told her to go and sit on the whale's jawbone for two hours, reciting, "I must not be a naught, insubordinate girl."

This Dido did not at all mind doing.

My reading tracker has a space for recording each book's genre. For this one I went with "Aiken."
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This is the fourth Cass Neary book and (so far) the last in the series, which I binged over a month or so. Withdrawal pangs are coming on, so if anyone has recs for other character-driven mysteries with not-exactly-likable but compelling narrators, please feel free to send them my way! Sara Gran's Claire DeWitt series seems to give off that kind of vibe--maybe I'll go there next.

After the events of Hard Light, Cass is lying low in London with no plans beyond avoiding the police and tracking down Quinn, a convict and ex-boyfriend. She wanders into an occult bookshop and crosses paths with Gryffin Haselton, who first showed up in Generation Loss. Gryffin, a rare books dealer, is about to close the deal of a lifetime by selling a manuscript a friend of his--now dead--picked up in Baghdad.

This manuscript is the only existing copy of a legendary occult text, The Book of Lamps and Banners. Since Gryffin has bad judgement and a thing for Cass, he asks her to tag along, and the two end up having sex on the floor of another rare books dealer's pantry. When they remerge, the other dealer is shot through the eye, and the manuscript has disappeared. 

Like all the other Cass books, this one is addictively readable and incredibly creepy in an understated, maybe it's cosmic horror, maybe it's paranoia and a whole bunch of drugs kind of way. In Hard Light, Cass encounters a movie that's possibly evil (it makes people sick, not with its imagery but with some kind of wrongness seeping out of it). The Book of Lamps and Banners has a possibly evil manuscript and a definitely evil app/code inspired by that manuscript.

The app can unlock people's worst memories and also drive them into a Viking-berserker-type frenzy; Cass is "lucky" enough to only get the unlocking your worst memory treatment. By the end of the book, she is finally ready to at least try to move past her trauma, but even if the app helped her decision along it's still dangerous at best and malevolent at worst.

The series is really good about taking mundane horrors (like apps knowing more than they should) and pushing them that one step further. I'm on the yes cosmic horror bandwagon for most of the creepy stuff Cass runs into (and most of the creepy stuff she believes about herself), but either way you go, she's not an especially reliable or sympathetic narrator. As in the other books, she makes a bunch of illegal and/or immoral choices that pull her even deeper into the mystery, but as always she's clear-eyed and very passionate about a very select number of things. I love being in her head--I just wouldn't love being with her.

As a bonus, this book is also set partly on the Finnish island of Kälkö, which, per all the settings in the Cass Neary books, is a touristy area rendered eerie and dreary--maybe because it actually is, maybe because we're seeing it through Cass's eyes. There are a couple neat callbacks to the Norse mythology elements in Available Dark: Cass as a Valkyrie, carrying the dead with her, Cass as Odin (there's a bunch of increasingly eerie eye imagery woven through the whole series).

Oh, and there's also a grossout that grossed me out like no grossout has ever before. Predictably, it barely slows Cass down at all. 
 
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It's been almost exactly two years, which for me can be pretty much summed up with 1.) Pandemic; 2.) I graduated; 3.) I got a job! It was terrible!; 3.) I quit and got another job! It's less terrible!; and 4.) I drifted out of DW and fandom in general for what--to me--feels like a very long time. I've missed it. 

I still don't feel like I have the bandwidth to write fic or get as involved in fandoms as I used to be, but I'm hoping to at least get back to tracking my reading, hopefully in a way that's a bit more organized and substantial. But for the sake of getting the ball rolling again, here are a few quick and dirty highlights from the past month or so:

Billy Summers by Stephen King
I don't think this is one of King's best books, but it is one of his very, very good books. Billy Summers is a one last job story and a hitman with a heart of gold story, but primarily it's a story about the power of stories and storytelling, the goodness of ordinary people, and the intensely loyal relationships that spring out of chance meetings and a powerful, unmet need for love and connection. So, very standard Stephen King (including some wonky stuff at the end--he tries to turn the book's central relationship romantic for, as far as I can tell, no good reason whatsoever), but it mostly works well, and I adored it. 

The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie R. King
Reread. A Sherlock Holmes continuation/retelling/self-insert fanfic with some MAJOR flaws, also incredibly immersive and very moving. It's in the 'Watson is an idiot' school of retellings, though if I'm remembering correctly that gets better in later books. Or maybe Watson quits showing up in later books. Anyway, this is an old favorite, even if certain parts of it are painful to reread. I'll probably continue with the rest of the series. 

The Cass Neary series 1-3 by Elizabeth Hand
My current obsession. Most of the characters whom I tend to think of as antiheroes are actually just heroes with an iffy past or an attitude problem. At least compared to Cass Neary. Cass is a genuine antihero. 

She's a photographer who published one book of photos, Dead Girls, in her early twenties before being raped and never really getting over that trauma; at the start of the series she hasn't shot a photo in years and is prone to terrible relationships and random acts of spite, like swiping a stranger's car keys (not because she needs a car--she just hides the keys in a dead, dried-out sea urchin). Cass get tangled up in murder mysteries because she's pathologically self-destructive and can't stay away from people who are damaged in the same ways that she is.

But she's also a sharp observer with an almost encyclopedic knowledge of photography and music and film, self-awareness, a sense of humor ("Looks like Sauron's fallen on hard times."), and a good eye. Cass is passionate about photography and photographers, about art and the people who create art. It's almost her only redeeming quality and definitely the one that keeps her head a bearable place to be in. 

Of the first three books (Generation Loss, Available Dark, Hard Light), Available Dark might be my favorite; it's set in an especially dreary Iceland, features black metal and a couple of folk-horror-tinged ritual murders, and ends with another ritual that's both extremely disturbing and weirdly, transcendently beautiful. But the whole series is addictive. I'm a little more than halfway through the fourth and so far last, The Book of Lamps and Banners, and bracing for withdrawal.  

(In my head, the True-Detective-style credits sequence for the prestige TV adaptation these books deserve is set to "White Foxes" by Susanne Sundfør.)
maplemood: (mercer mayer)
I haven't been reading as much or finishing books as quickly for a couple different reasons (schoolwork, quarantine, working my way through Anna Karenina), and I'm trying not to let that be just another thing to stress about. On the bright side, I'm making good progress on Anna Karenina! Still nowhere near done, but I'm up to Part IV now. For the past week or so I've only had the energy to read the bare minimum I set for myself--one chapter a day--but I'm expecting that to change once the semester finishes. 

Today I finished Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist; I feel like I read this one in a couple big chunks spaced out over my more high-energy days. Which could or could not actually be true, since I'm hardly keeping track of the days anymore except for assignment deadlines, BUT I went from liking this book to loving it in its last quarter or so, where (for me, anyway) the plot finally picked up in a major way. The story and writing style both feel very Stephen-King-inspired: you've got your lonely kid from a broken home, your psychopathic bullies, your scattered side characters whose separate plot threads all eventually intersect, your gross-out gore, and your focus on intimate, gross and/or humiliating physical details. More than one characters gets so scared that they wet their pants; another character can't stop cutting into her veins and drinking her own blood after she's transformed into a vampire. There's also a weirdly heartwarming ending, which I always love capping off a Stephen King book and loved here, too. 
maplemood: (annie edison)
I can feel an obsession spiral coming on. Also, Annie's rapidly morphing into my favorite character. 
maplemood: (bookish)
I reread two of my old-favorite, middle-grade/young adult historical fiction novels, The Beaded Moccasins: The Story of Mary Campbell and The Ransom of Mercy Carter. Both are about real-life colonial girls who were kidnapped and eventually assimilated into Native American tribes in the 1700s, and I was both glad and, to be honest, a little relieved that they both held up. The Ransom of Mercy Carter especially is just as good as I remembered.

I also read two other middle-grade historical fiction books that are slightly in the same vein. Blue Birds is about Roanoke Colony and split between the POVs of a colonist, Alis, and a Native American girl, Kimi. I picked up When Daylight Comes on a whim; it's set during the 1773 slave insurrection on St. John Island in the Danish West Indies. The book itself was written in 1985. Given that, it's definitely not perfect--the main character, Helena, is white and a magistrate's daughter captured by the rebels, so there's plenty that's intentionally problematic and then a couple of elements that are most likely unintentionally problematic, but its good points outweighed its flaws, at least for me. 

Rapture of the Deep took me a good couple months to finish, just because I got sidetracked in the middle. It's Book 7, which puts me a little more than halfway through the Bloody Jack series. I sped through My Bonny Light Horseman, Book 6, which was surprisingly short--Rapture of the Deep is much longer, but it's also full of pirates and undersea deep diving and sunken Spanish wrecks, so I couldn't help but love it. 

My biggest in-progress read is still Anna Karenina. I'm about 300 pages into my copy--up to Book III--and trying to read at least a chapter a day, usually in the mornings before I start on schoolwork. Making the reading a part of my morning routine has really helped me get back into the flow of it, which is great because I really do love this book. On the other hand, it leaves me craving shorter, snappier books because it...is very much neither of those things. But I've been enjoying leaving myself a pocket of time every day to sink into it for a bit. 

A fic

Feb. 1st, 2020 12:45 pm
maplemood: (yennefer of vengerberg)
The semester so far has been wall-to-wall stress, but it is my last semester, so I'm not sure why I didn't brace for that. In happier news, I finished the first season of The Witcher, fell in love with pretty much everybody, and finally cracked and wrote a fic after figuring I'd have no time to write fic for the foreseeable future. 

and i am wanting: “Yen,” he says, exasperated and puzzled in equal measure (even drunk, she usually isn’t so maudlin), “I don’t give a dog’s arse whether you had a walleye or hangnails.”
 
“I don’t care what you think. And that’s not what I meant.”


This mostly ended up being a Yennefer character study with Geralt thrown in, since I do love them together--they're wonderfully dysfunctional in that particular push-pull way I feel like I'm always latching on to. 
maplemood: (paper planes)


Challenge #4

In your own space, set some goals for the coming year.

To start with, I thought I'd better look back over my goals for 2019, which were: 

1.) Stay organized with school, stay on track, and keep up a regular study schedule. 

I'd say 50/50 here? I am a bit more organized than I was last year, though I still can't say I've come up with a regular study schedule. I'm also a bit more willing to not have an extremely organized schedule, so long as I get things done when they need to get done and don't procrastinate too much, so I'll call this one a win. 

2.) Read regularly.

This was dependent on a lot of other things, like schoolwork, time management, other projects, and just general stress, but overall I think I stuck to it pretty well--and cleared my Goodreads challenge by twelve books, which was nice. 

3.) Write more! Try not to stress about comments and kudos.

I did write a good bit (I'm not going to check how many stories I wrote in 2018 vs. 2019; in that way lies madness) in terms of writing regularly and in terms of writing some longer stories; my longest was just over 12,000 words, which is pretty decent for me. I also plunged into quite a few new fandoms (new in terms of me writing fic for them, not necessarily new in terms of me discovering them, though there were a couple of those, too): Greek mythology, Black Sails, the Earthsea series, the Queen's Thief series, Ghost Quartet, Peaky Blinders, Eleanor & Park, Hadestown

Comments- and kudos-wise...I don't think I stressed about them too much? Especially towards the end of the year I was too stressed about other things to care too much (though obviously I always appreciate both), so there's that. 

4.) This one is conditional on my actually getting and sticking with and original story idea, but: Write, or try to write, more original fiction.

Eh? Not really. Then again, I didn't have many ideas for original stories, especially ones I especially wanted to write, so I'm not too bummed over this one. I did try to write a couple, which I'll count as a win, since there've been years when I didn't even do that.  
 
5.) Make sure you really have the time/energy/inspiration to follow through with a fic exchange before signing up. 

Mostly stuck with this, though I did end up having to default from Yuletide. And the Hurt Comfort Exchange--otherwise, though, I had some good exchange experiences last year, both in ones I actually signed up for and ones I wrote treats for. 

My 2020 goals are along the same lines, for the most part: 

1.) Keep writing
2.) Read regularly--at least fifty books. 
3.) Get through this last semester. 
4.) Finish Anna Karenina.
5.) Get obsessed with more musicals!
6.) Keep improving, keep moving forward.

1.) especially is pretty broad--I don't want to give up on writing fic (certainly not now and probably not ever), but I also badly want to get back some of the ambition and drive I had to write original fiction--plus the work ethic to actually follow through on that ambition. At the same time, it's pretty ridiculous to freak out about not having reached your full potential at the ripe old age of twenty-three--I want to allow for the possibility of finally writing some original stories I'm happy with in 2020 without dooming myself to disappointment if it doesn't happen. We'll see.  
maplemood: (wintery)
Challenge #2

In your own space, talk about your fannish history.

The short answer is that I have a short one, at least when it comes to fandom online. I got an AO3 account in 2017; before then I'd never written fic, though I had been reading fic and lurking since my last year or so of high school. I read a lot of Lord of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic, then moved on to Sherlock and eventually the Marvel Netflix shows. I discovered most of those fics through the TV Tropes Fanfic Recs pages, and as I read more and more I began playing out my own scenarios and what-ifs in my head, which I'd always done anyway, just never with the option of writing those stories down and sharing them online. And I didn't want (or thought I didn't want) to write my own fics for a good couple of years, since I figured that devoting so much time to unpublishable work--not that any of the original stories I was trying and failing to write back then were particularly publishable--would be a waste. 

I eventually broke after going through a terrible stretch of writer's block. I'd read Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert, which makes the point that it's more important to write what you want to be writing than to write what you think you should be writing, and I was also so miserable that at that point I honestly didn't care if I never wrote another original story again. My first fic wasn't especially good, and I never finished it, but it was an idea I liked, I had fun with it, and it opened up the floodgates: I wrote and wrote and wrote, more or less constantly, for the first time in years. After Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 came out I found my way into that fandom, started actually interacting with people and making friends, and I haven't looked back (not much, anyway) since. 

Fandom is in a lot of ways a mixed bag for me: even though I wish I didn't, I still do worry about wasting time and not working on more professional writing; putting a story up online means it's there, in all its awkward, typo-ed, too-earnest glory (which is the exact same problem I'd have with original work, and at least on AO3 I can go back and edit if I spot a really outrageous mistake); and there are certain parts of certain fandoms that I...really, really, profoundly don't click with. But all the mixed-bag elements are still part of why I love fandom as a whole--you don't need to write perfectly, or be very sure of yourself, or agree with every hot take that comes across your dashboard. There's a place for everybody, a place to create new stories and find new friends and love new stories, whether they happen to be meticulously line-edited or not. 

Oh! And I went back to check fanfiction.net for the two fics--one LOTR, one POTC--that were the first I ever read all the way through. The LOTR one is Misfit in Middle Earth, about a grad student who falls into Middle Earth, misses out on most of the high romance, but ends up charting her own (fun and moving) course anyway, and the POTC one is Memories of May, a Barbossa/OC story that's also fun and moving, and the first in an (unfinished) series. 
maplemood: (wintertime)


Challenge #1

In your own space, introduce yourself!

Hey! I've never gotten around to writing an actual introductory post for this journal and (let's be honest) probably never will, but here are the basics: I'm maplemood (on AO3 and DW, mapleymood on Tumblr); I'm in my 20s, almost (but not quite) through with college, and a big reader. I also write--in theory a whole bunch of things but in practice mostly fanfic.

Over the past couple months I've tried to be more systematic about writing up and posting my thoughts on the books I read. I'm still not very systematic about it. I love both fiction and nonfiction, especially nonfiction having anything to do with a.) true crime, b.) the age of sail, or c.) literary or cultural criticism, though overall I read more fiction. Recent-ish favorite authors include Jia Tolentino, Lindsey Barraclough, L.A. Meyer, Elif Batuman, Ned Vizzini, and M.R. James. I used to read much more children's and YA and plan on getting back on that this year. 

Fandom-wise, my only real requirement is that I feel emotionally connected to the story in some way. Still, I do love an angsty found family dynamic or an angsty/problematical romance dynamic, and most of my fandoms reflect that. I got started in Marvel, especially the Netflix show 'verse and the Guardians of the Galaxy movies; I don't write in either anymore (at least not for now), but they'll always be some of my first loves, and I've got a special soft spot for them. These days I'm kind of ping-ponging between fandoms. The latest all-consuming obsession was Anais Mitchell's musical Hadestown, which I still love an absolutely unreasonable amount.

Some Other Stuff:

1.) My favorite Disney movie is Treasure Planet.
     i.) On that note, if it's a book, movie, or show adaptation of Treasure Island, there's a good chance that I've at least heard of it; other favorite Treasure-Island-adjacent stories are Muppet Treasure Island (duh), the 1934 film version starring Wallace Beery and Jackie Cooper, and, of course, Black Sails
2.) I prefer used books to new books.
3.) I've been slightly obsessed with lighthouses since I was a kid. 
4.) I do my best to never reread old writing, for a definition of "doing my best" that includes "sometimes rereading and almost always regretting it." I'm not the biggest fan of my finished work, especially the farther back it goes. But I do love the process of writing, and that just-for-a-second feeling of having finally pinned down exactly what you wanted to say. 
5.) I love horror and ghost stories, the more gothic the better.
6.) Between Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, I'd have to go with Wuthering Heights, though I've read and loved both. 
7.) I'm also slightly obsessed with vampires, pirates, podcasts, urban legends, musicals, Russian classical lit, and mermaids. In no particular order. 

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