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finishing stories...
Nov. 27th, 2017 07:08 pmPhew. All three tales of Yuletide done. This year, my assignment and one of the treats were in fandoms I've never written before, and the other treat was from a fandom of old. It's odd, in some years I can detect a common theme, as when I wrote about Marie and Skyler from Breaking Bad in one story, and Connie Corleone and her brothers from The Godfather in the other (dysfunctional siblings ahoi), but this year, I can't. They were all fun to write, though. Brushing up on the canons also invoked the urge to write meta, but I have too much rl stuff to do for that to happen right now, not to mention that it would give away the game. Maybe post Yuletide.
Meanwhile, check out an intriguing article about John Ford, John Wayne and the creation of a certain idea of masculinity that was artificial from the stort. Choice quotes:
"masculinity (like the Western) is a by-product of nostalgia, a maudlin elegy for something that never existed—or worse, a masquerade that allows no man, not even John Wayne, to be comfortable in his own skin.
And:
From Stagecoach through Liberty Valance, their last Western together, Ford rode Wayne so mercilessly that fellow performers—remarkably, given the terror Ford inspired—stepped in on Wayne’s behalf. Filming Stagecoach, Wayne revealed his inexperience as a leading man, and this made Ford jumpy. “Why are you moving your mouth so much?” he demanded, grabbing Wayne by the chin. “Don’t you know that you don’t act with your mouth in pictures?” And he hated the way Wayne moved. “Can’t you walk, instead of skipping like a goddamn fairy?”
Masculinity, says Schoenberger, echoing Yeats, was for Ford a quarrel with himself out of which he made poetry. Jacques Lacan’s definition of love might be more apt: “Giving something you don’t have to someone who doesn’t want it.” Ford was terrified of his own feminine side, so he foisted a longed-for masculinity on Wayne. A much simpler creature than Ford, Wayne turned this into a cartoon, and then went further and politicized it. There was an awful pathos to their relationship—Wayne patterning himself on Ford, at the same time that Ford was turning Wayne into a paragon no man could live up to.
And also, some fanfiction, Orphan Black this time.
the eve of your labours: remember season 3, when Delphine, temporary in charge of Dyad, tried very hard to out-Rachel Rachel while Rachel was slowly recovering her speech and movements but was mentally all there (and ready for mindgames)? This story takes that to it's ultimate conclusion.
we'll still be running at the break of dawn: post-series encounter of Sarah and Rachel, the two clones who find it hardest to adjust to a time of peace.
Black Sails:
Give me a chance: Betsy the Walrus ship cat doesn't show up post s1 anymore that I recall, but fanfic sees no reason to follow suit, so every now and then a writer does something with her. In the case of this priceless little vignette, this results in Silver and Flint having one of Those Conversations. No, not the later season intense dark ones. One of the early season point blank hilarious ones. :)
Meanwhile, check out an intriguing article about John Ford, John Wayne and the creation of a certain idea of masculinity that was artificial from the stort. Choice quotes:
"masculinity (like the Western) is a by-product of nostalgia, a maudlin elegy for something that never existed—or worse, a masquerade that allows no man, not even John Wayne, to be comfortable in his own skin.
And:
From Stagecoach through Liberty Valance, their last Western together, Ford rode Wayne so mercilessly that fellow performers—remarkably, given the terror Ford inspired—stepped in on Wayne’s behalf. Filming Stagecoach, Wayne revealed his inexperience as a leading man, and this made Ford jumpy. “Why are you moving your mouth so much?” he demanded, grabbing Wayne by the chin. “Don’t you know that you don’t act with your mouth in pictures?” And he hated the way Wayne moved. “Can’t you walk, instead of skipping like a goddamn fairy?”
Masculinity, says Schoenberger, echoing Yeats, was for Ford a quarrel with himself out of which he made poetry. Jacques Lacan’s definition of love might be more apt: “Giving something you don’t have to someone who doesn’t want it.” Ford was terrified of his own feminine side, so he foisted a longed-for masculinity on Wayne. A much simpler creature than Ford, Wayne turned this into a cartoon, and then went further and politicized it. There was an awful pathos to their relationship—Wayne patterning himself on Ford, at the same time that Ford was turning Wayne into a paragon no man could live up to.
And also, some fanfiction, Orphan Black this time.
the eve of your labours: remember season 3, when Delphine, temporary in charge of Dyad, tried very hard to out-Rachel Rachel while Rachel was slowly recovering her speech and movements but was mentally all there (and ready for mindgames)? This story takes that to it's ultimate conclusion.
we'll still be running at the break of dawn: post-series encounter of Sarah and Rachel, the two clones who find it hardest to adjust to a time of peace.
Black Sails:
Give me a chance: Betsy the Walrus ship cat doesn't show up post s1 anymore that I recall, but fanfic sees no reason to follow suit, so every now and then a writer does something with her. In the case of this priceless little vignette, this results in Silver and Flint having one of Those Conversations. No, not the later season intense dark ones. One of the early season point blank hilarious ones. :)
