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Yuletide recs
Dec. 30th, 2007 05:14 amThe time in Indianapolis and New Hampshire right now is 11.01pm. Unfortunately for me, I live on GMT, where it is currently 4.01am. Ah, jet-lag, how much I've missed you. But other than that, life is good. Awful awful weather! Chips and scampi! Punch-ups in Primark! It is so good to be home!
(And, 450 flights cancelled yesterday out of O'Hare. Damn, I was lucky to get out in time.)
Time for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide recs, I think.
The Pen and the Sword, Anne of Green Gables.
Anne and her brood, who lived through WW1, now in 1939. It's measured, well-researched, and lovely. I forget how long ago these books were written - I remember reading Anne of Avonlea and being shocked that they were getting telephones installed! - and this has such a sense of place and time. Lovely.
We'll Take What We Can Carry, And We'll Leave The Rest, Fried Green Tomatoes
Oh, Ruth and Idgie. And here they are, desperate and loving, and argh, so much love for this.
Homing, Slings & Arrows.
This is probably my favourite - or one of them - so far, because, oh, my, Anna. Barring Geoffrey, who is my favourite fictional character in anything ever, Anna is my favourite. And this fic could be repetitive - I love how everyone in the fandom (myself included) agrees that of course Anna didn't stay in Bolivia, she came back to work for Geoffrey. But it isn't, it so isn't. It's sweet and deliciously in-character and Cyril and Frank are sweet and Geoffrey is suitably absurd and Nahum.... oh. I didn't know I wanted Anna/Nahum, but I so did and now here it is and it's wonderful. Go and read it. Even if you don't know the fandom.
Those That Play Your Clowns, Slings & Arrows.
If you haven't seen S&A, here it is in a nutshell: Geoffrey Tennant, beautiful, brilliant and unstable, has a mental breakdown onstage mid-performance of Hamlet. This fact is so grounded into the fabric of the show it would seem difficult to do anything fresh with it (as more than one reviewer has already noted), but this author puts it in Cyril's POV and makes it terrifying and sad anew. It's a wonderful achievement.
(I haven't read the rest of the S&A stuff yet, having been busy rolling around in the riches. Recs would be appreciated, though I'm planning to read them all regardless.)
High On Sunlight, Men With Brooms.
Intelligent, poignant backstory. Lovely.
(Speaking of Men With Brooms, how much do I love that it's basically Slings & Arrows, only a few years earlier and with curling? And, er, Leslie Nielson. In case it's not apparent to anyone in the known universe, I do love Paul Gross. He's so weird.)
Making Time, Making History.
I've requested fic for this two years running now, and this wasn't for me but it felt like it was. Mikey and Steve put their new lives together, and it's sweet and smart and sounds like the original.
Some Life That We've Chosen, RENT.
This was my story and it is made of LOVE. (There is an oddness about the title - it's "Some Life..." on the story file, but "This Life..." on the index. I'm not sure. Anyway.) It's a lovely meandering through life a couple of years before April's death, and I love it especially for its details of living with people - food acquiring sentience, other people taking up your space - and how real all the characters seem. Much love.
The Sound of Bells, M*A*S*H.
Oh... beautiful. I have read so much wonderful M*A*S*H fic over the years that it now has to be really good to impress me, and this did. Measured, beautiful, and it reminded me of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scarlatti a little.
Redeployment., M*A*S*H.
Okay, list-people?likethesun2, amchau, garnettrees, all of you? Read this read this read it right now. As in now. It reminds me of some of what you guys used to write.
(Actually, now I come to think of it, we had three attempts between us at this story, and they were all really depressing.)
Hasta La Vista, ...Commercials?
I have to admit, I clicked on the fandom title in the hope of reading this exact fic. PC's done with Vista, but Vista's not done with PC. Mac intervenes. I giggled like a loon.
Okay, now it's five in the morning. I love Yuletide. So far only one person has guessed anything I wrote, but there's still two days before the reveal.
(And, 450 flights cancelled yesterday out of O'Hare. Damn, I was lucky to get out in time.)
Time for
yuletide recs, I think.The Pen and the Sword, Anne of Green Gables.
Anne and her brood, who lived through WW1, now in 1939. It's measured, well-researched, and lovely. I forget how long ago these books were written - I remember reading Anne of Avonlea and being shocked that they were getting telephones installed! - and this has such a sense of place and time. Lovely.
We'll Take What We Can Carry, And We'll Leave The Rest, Fried Green Tomatoes
Oh, Ruth and Idgie. And here they are, desperate and loving, and argh, so much love for this.
Homing, Slings & Arrows.
This is probably my favourite - or one of them - so far, because, oh, my, Anna. Barring Geoffrey, who is my favourite fictional character in anything ever, Anna is my favourite. And this fic could be repetitive - I love how everyone in the fandom (myself included) agrees that of course Anna didn't stay in Bolivia, she came back to work for Geoffrey. But it isn't, it so isn't. It's sweet and deliciously in-character and Cyril and Frank are sweet and Geoffrey is suitably absurd and Nahum.... oh. I didn't know I wanted Anna/Nahum, but I so did and now here it is and it's wonderful. Go and read it. Even if you don't know the fandom.
Those That Play Your Clowns, Slings & Arrows.
If you haven't seen S&A, here it is in a nutshell: Geoffrey Tennant, beautiful, brilliant and unstable, has a mental breakdown onstage mid-performance of Hamlet. This fact is so grounded into the fabric of the show it would seem difficult to do anything fresh with it (as more than one reviewer has already noted), but this author puts it in Cyril's POV and makes it terrifying and sad anew. It's a wonderful achievement.
(I haven't read the rest of the S&A stuff yet, having been busy rolling around in the riches. Recs would be appreciated, though I'm planning to read them all regardless.)
High On Sunlight, Men With Brooms.
Intelligent, poignant backstory. Lovely.
(Speaking of Men With Brooms, how much do I love that it's basically Slings & Arrows, only a few years earlier and with curling? And, er, Leslie Nielson. In case it's not apparent to anyone in the known universe, I do love Paul Gross. He's so weird.)
Making Time, Making History.
I've requested fic for this two years running now, and this wasn't for me but it felt like it was. Mikey and Steve put their new lives together, and it's sweet and smart and sounds like the original.
Some Life That We've Chosen, RENT.
This was my story and it is made of LOVE. (There is an oddness about the title - it's "Some Life..." on the story file, but "This Life..." on the index. I'm not sure. Anyway.) It's a lovely meandering through life a couple of years before April's death, and I love it especially for its details of living with people - food acquiring sentience, other people taking up your space - and how real all the characters seem. Much love.
The Sound of Bells, M*A*S*H.
Oh... beautiful. I have read so much wonderful M*A*S*H fic over the years that it now has to be really good to impress me, and this did. Measured, beautiful, and it reminded me of
scarlatti a little.Redeployment., M*A*S*H.
Okay, list-people?
likethesun2, amchau, garnettrees, all of you? Read this read this read it right now. As in now. It reminds me of some of what you guys used to write.(Actually, now I come to think of it, we had three attempts between us at this story, and they were all really depressing.)
Hasta La Vista, ...Commercials?
I have to admit, I clicked on the fandom title in the hope of reading this exact fic. PC's done with Vista, but Vista's not done with PC. Mac intervenes. I giggled like a loon.
Okay, now it's five in the morning. I love Yuletide. So far only one person has guessed anything I wrote, but there's still two days before the reveal.
