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selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
For the purpose of this reply, I shall understand the question to mean specifically theatre plays, not "drama" in a wider sense including tv shows, or not-stageplay based movies. This being said, here are some of mine, in no particular order:

Friedrich Schiller: Don Carlos

Good old Schiller wrote many a historical drama, and his Wallenstein trilogy is somewhat closer to actual history than Don Carlos, the titular hero of which has little to nothing to do with the historical Carlos, and the actual hero of which is an OC. (Which makes Don Carlos still more historical than, say, Maria Stuart, which in addition to the famously not occuring meeting between Elizabeth and Mary also includes invented Leicester/Mary invented backstory, and another OC in the form of Mortimer - not nearly as cool as Posa. And let's not even talk about Schiller's take on Jeanne D'Arc wherein she falls for a sexy Englishman and dies on the battlefield.) But Don Carlos just works as a drama. It has it all: a tragic villain in Philip of Spain (seriously, Schiller's Philip is all the more remarkable because he's written at a time when not just Philip but Catholic Spaniards in general showed up only as moustache twirling villains when a Protestant author was doing the writing - whereas Schiller's Philip is so much of a tragic villain that "is Philip the true tragic (antihero) of the play?" is a favourite school essay writing topic, and the role is one of THE big roles for German actors to tackle once they've passed out of the youthful hero stage), the most famous bromantic (do we still say that? Or slashy?) relationship in German fictional literature in Carlos/Posa, while Posa also has tension of Carlos' Dad Philip, and not one but two more dimensional and actually interesting women in Queen Elisabeth and the Princess Eboli. The big OC of the play, Posa, is that rarity in fiction, a hardcore idealist who is at the same time manipulative and hasn't met a complicated plan he didn't like when a simple one would have done better (basically, he's Roj Blake without an Avon, because Carlos definitely isn't Avon, and nor is Philip), and the Inquisitor puts all other creepy Inquisitors to shame in his relentlessless, passionless inhumanity (think post reveal O'Brien in 1984. And it has some of the best dialogues and rethoric ever written in a stage play. "Sire, geben Sie Gedankenfreiheit!"

(Alas, there isn't a good translation in English that I'm aware of. The one available for free online is some flowery Victorian 19th century thing which isn't up to Schiller's 18th century cutting edge German.)

(Some guy named Verdi did a pretty nice musical version in both French and Italian with universal accessability, though. (*veg at [personal profile] cahn)


William Shakespeare: Julius Caesar

Speaking of plays with some of the best dialogues and rethoric written for the stage... Never mind clocks on towers strike in Shakespeare's ancient Rome, this one is a tense political thriller in its first half, and then presents us with the fallout. It's another one of those where the title character isn't actually the main character or hero, though while Brutus is the closest thing the play has to a hero said second half is also an illustration of "why you should never let Brutus do the planning, and actually, Cassius does care". The small "Cinna the Poet" scene is one of the best and disturbing illustrations of what mob violence means. And it's a play without neat answers - no matter how it's produced, you're neither cheering for the victorious triumvirate at the end, nor can you see Brutus winning. And there hasn't been a depiction of the running up to Caesar's death, the assassination itself and the aftermath since that hasn't been influenced by it or argueing with it. I've yet to see a production which doesn't captivate me.


George Bernhard Shaw: Saint Joan


Of the many, many depiction of Jeanne d'Arc, this is still my favourite, and I think you can make an argument that it's Shaw's greatest play. I've watched it on stage, I've seen it filmed, I've heard it in audio form, and I never, ever, had enough of it. Historically speaking, it's also the first one that takes the by then publicly available trial records into account, and of course said trial was one of the reasons why Shaw went for Joan as a heroine to begin with. The dialogues are all brilliant - Shaw at his best there - but the play also has heart, which isn't always the case in his oeuvre. Notably in contrast to almost every other depiction (that is, where she is the heroine, not counting Shakespeare's villainess), Shaw doesn't present her opponents as evil, but as earnestly convinced of their own righteousness (Cauchon) or simply being practical (the Earl of Warwick), and by using Stogumber's English patriotism as a comic foil of Joan's French one, he even avoids letting the play be abused for propaganda value (as happens to poor Jeanne by the French extreme right these days). The fact that no one twirls his moustache has been led to the play being described as not having a villain, which is and isn't true. I think it has one, and that's why you really need the epilogue, with its "Woe to me if all man praise me", and Joan upon learning she has been declared a saint asking whether she should do a miracle and return, upon which every single one of the characters who just praised her being horrified. Also the earlier question to Stogumber, who through the shock of watching Joan's gruesome death in the fire had a change of heart, being asked whether he couldn't have known already, as a Christian, that painfully killing someone is horrible, whereupon he says he'd known in theory, but seeing it was a very different thing. The villain is the state of the world, both in Joan's time and Shaw's (our) own, which keeps demanding human sacrifice. And thus the play doesn't end on a triumphant "she died, but she won!" note but with this: "O God that madest this beautiful earth, when will it be ready to receive Thy saints? How long, O Lord, how long?"

(BTW, for a fascinating discussion of Saint Joan at the time of its publication, see the letters of T.E. Lawrence to Charlotte Shaw - wife of GBS - about it. Not only did he identify with Joan but he drew a line from the scene where she signs the confession to his night in Deraa. I'm quoting from said letters here. )


Michael Frayn: Copenhagen and Heiner Kipphardt In der Sache J. Robert Oppenheimer: listed together because the question of ethics in scientific research, the unreliability and subjectivity of memory, and the different types of responsibility are all themes both plays have in common. Along with the nuclear bomb and WWII as a backdrop. Frayn's play is set when all three main characters - Werner Heisenberg, Nils Bohr and Margarethe, Bohr's wife - are dead and while it circles around the question as to what exactly Heisenberg said to Bohr during his visit in Copenhagen mid war and what Bohr replied as a read thread, it is also uses the fact Margarethe is a third main character to question both of the physicists in their assumptions, to being out the complicated emotional dynamics between them, and to keep the scientific language understandable for an audience which mostly wouldn't have been able to follow a rl Heisenberg and Bohr discussion. There's also a chamber play intimacy achieved with the three characters as the only appearing characters which isn't there in the second play, which uses the 1950s Oppenheimer hearings as its basis (though while it quotes from the actual hearings, it also dramatizes and reorders etc.), meaning you have plenty of characters (though Kipphardt did cut down the number of witnesses from RL). As with Frayn's play and Heisenberg, here it's Oppenheimer being asked what he truly intended, what his responsibility is (and to whom - country in war time, humanity?), and whether or not he betrayed someone and in which sense. Again, as with Margarethe Bohr, the fact that several participants in the hearing aren't scientists is used as a device by the dramatist to use "comprehensible" language. And both Heisenberg and Oppenheimer start their respective plays with one idea about the past and what they did and leave with another. Kipphardt's play is not well known in the English speaking world, but it often ends up as part of the German curriculum, and is one reason why when Nolan's movie Oppenheimer used the 1950s hearings as a framing device this did not surprise or trouble me (as opposed to many a critic who wondered why it couldn't have been solely set in the 1940s). Anyway, both plays ask questions about scientists and their responsibilities without giving an easy answer and use some of the key events of the 20th century as their background without trivalizing them. Kudos.

Lastly, in case long term readers are wondering: Goethe's Faust (either Faust I or Faust II or the Urfaust) isn't on this list because while it's one of my all time favourites, I wouldn't call it a historical play, vaguely medieval setting and the fact there was an actual Faust not withstanding. Goethe went out of his way to avoid tying his version of Faust to a particular era in German history. I mean, the Gretchen plot in I has to happen at a point before the Enlightenment, but that's about it.

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selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
It's been 16 years (zomg!) since I wrote this post about how if German universities were like lj world (as it then was), Goethe/Schiller would be an incredibly popular pairing, listing some letter quotes as to why. The fannish world has turned quite a lot since then, and over the weekend, I saw there's now a neat assembly of fanfiction to choose from. Here are my two favourites so far:


Anakreons Grab: despite the German title, (gorgeously) written in English. Schiller pov, covers the entire relationship, is told in a non-linear fashion and circles around the three "first" meetings they had. (The sort of one when Schiller was still in Würtemberg as a cadet and the ten years older Goethe was visiting together with his Duke, Carl August, where we don't even know whether they talked, the incredibly awkward and unsuccessful one in Rudolfstadt where they were brought together by mutual friends which gave Schiller a few more years to obsess in love/hate from a distance, and the successful one after having both attended a lecture that Goethe later described as "Glückliche Begegnung" where they hit it off and started the most productive relationship between two German writers ever.) This is basically the Goethe/Schiller story of my dreams.


Die Metamorphose der Pflanzen: this one is written in German, and focuses on the successful meeting in question; also an intense Schiller pov, which makes sense, since the Goethe pov on that meeting was already written by Goethe himself, and it has a delightful Alexander von Humboldt cameo to boot!


Still on a literary note, [personal profile] mildred_of_midgard has summed beautifully why the 40-years-long relationship between Voltaire and Frederick the Great is so hilarious, passionate and tremendously entertaining to read about. Talk about two people totally deserving each other. :)
selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
My assignment this year was also my first Star Trek: Discovery story. As my recipient's prompt had only been "anything about Michael Burnham and L'Rell interacting, other than non-con", I first was planning on a future fic set in the TOS era or after, but quickly backed away from that idea. The chance of getting thoroughly jossed by new canon within weeks of posting was simply too big for me. As I rewatched the L'Rell heavy episodes in s1, it occured to me that all Michael knows about L'Rell comes from Tyler, both the earlier negative (the story of torture and rape) and the later positive (true believer in T'Kuvma's ideal of Klingon unity, she and Voq were in love), which makes a certain decision Michael makes in the s1 finale regarding L'Rell an incredible gamble. This, in turn, made me decide to give them some missing scenes of direct interaction leading up to this decision of Michael's, but from L'Rell's pov, exploring the parallels and contrasts between them.

Catalyst (3783 words) by Selena
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: L'Rell & Michael Burnham, L'Rell/Ash Tyler | Voq, Katrina Cornwell & L'Rell, Michael Burnham/Ash Tyler | Voq
Characters: L'Rell (Star Trek), Michael Burnham
Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Character Study, Yuletide, Misses Clause Challenge, Complicated Relationships
Summary:

Michael Burnham changed L'Rell's life twice without meaning to. This is the story of how it happened for a third time.




Due to rl business, I hadn't planned on writing a treat. But otoh, a post of [personal profile] cahn's had started a conversation about Schiller's (versus Verdi's, and also by itself) Don Carlos between us, which made me think about the play again; in school, and later in college, it had been very present in my life, and talking about it for the first time since decades reminded me of much, including my wish to provide the two prominent female characters in it with a fix-it. (BTW, this seems to be my lot in fannish life. Don Carlos is a very male centric canon, with intense and/or slashy relationships abounding, not just between Carlos and Posa but also between Posa and Philip. Yet whom am I drawn to? Elisabeth and the Princess Eboli. Reminds me of being a Breaking Bad fan and going for Skyler and Marie) instead of Jesse and Walt.) Since both ladies are alive at the end of the play and in an ambiguous state of liberty, or lack of same, this wasn't impossible. Also, my having written a story about Catherine de' Medici and her daughters a while ago meant I had my facts re: the historical Elisabeth de Valois at hand, though they were only of limited use in terms of my story, since good old Schiller took his usual great liberties. (Starting, of course, with Carlos himself, who was very different in rl. But also the type of marriage historical Philip and Elisabeth had; in rl, it had of course been a political arrangment as well but worked out so well that he remained at her side even when she had smallpox, no small risk, and not something the Philip of Schiller's play would have done.)

Anyway, the Elisabeth of this story is most definitely Catherine de' Medici's daughter but also, hopefully, recognizably Schiller's Queen (who is one of the smartest and most politically minded of Schiller's female characters while also being emotionally insightful). And thus I found myself writing Schiller fanfiction. What would my university professors say!


Queen‘s Gambit (4382 words) by Selena
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Don Carlos - Friedrich Schiller, 16th Century CE RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Élisabeth de Valois & Princess Eboli, Élisabeth de Valois/Philip II of Spain, La princesse Eboli | La Principessa Eboli/Felipe II de España | Philip II of Spain, Phillippe II of Spain/Ridrigue (Don Carlos), Carlos/Élisabeth de Valois, Élisabeth de Valois/Rodrigo
Characters: Élisabeth de Valois | Elisabetta di Valois, La princesse Eboli | La Principessa Eboli, Felipe II de España | Philip II of Spain
Additional Tags: POV Female Character, Character Study, Complicated Relationships, Post-Canon, Unrequited Love, Survival, Yuletide, Yuletide Treat
Summary:

How Elisabeth de Valois escapes her doom, with some help from the Princess Eboli.

selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
My Sleepy Hollow marathoning has arrived at episode 4, wherein the operetta Germans [personal profile] zahrawithaz warned me about show up, and they are indeed hysterical. Oh, and Ichabod getting congratulated for his German is on a level with Duncan MacLeod getting congratulated for his German in the Highlander episode Valkyrie, meaning neither actor knows how to pronounce a single word. Otoh, the actors who play the Germans in this episode don't, either (in the opening scene, the only reason why I knew it was supposed to be German that the guy in red talked was because Zahra had warned me), so it's understandable their characters think Ichabod is fluent. (Clearly, they themselves are zombies hypnotized into believing they're Hessians by watching too many Hollywood movies.)

No offense to the good citizens of Hesse, but the funniest thing is the repeated declarations that Hessians have a reputation for ruthlessness, because err, well, um, not so much. (They have a reputation for having the easiest-going school system in the German states, though.) At least not in the martial toughness/brutishness sense the term is used in the episode; otoh Hesse produced the most famous German poet of all time, who also spent a lot of years in politics (not in Hesse, though; in Thuringia) and was the first German writer to establish a copyright (thank you, Goethe), and he could certainly be ruthless in another sense. Also from Hesse: one of our former secretaries of state, Joschka Fischer, with a curriculum vitae from taxi driver and radical violent protester against the state to second most powerful politician of the country, so there's that. But the Hessian accent can't help sounding soft to this Franconian's ear, and I hear it at least once a year when I go to Frankfurt for the book fair.

As for the Hessian soldiers in the American War of Independence: I have no idea how ruthless, or not they were then, but the one contemporary thing that immediately comes to my mind when thinking about German soldiers in the revolutionary wars is a scene from Schiller's drama Kabale und Liebe, in which he attacked a practice that was all too common then among the princes of the dozens of German principalities. All of whom wanted to have their mini Versailles which was costly, and several sold regiments to the British. Not regiments of volunteers, mind. Regiments of gangpressed farmer's boys. The scene in question, which is one of Schiller's most famous, has the mistress of the duke receiving new jewelry from him. Which she's fairly indifferent towards, since both she and the Duke at this point are over each other, eying greener pastures. She does, however, notice that the man delivering the necklace seems to be upset over something, barely holding it together, is curious, pushes him a bit and then it bursts out of him that his sons are among the pressed-in-to-service-and-sold-to-the-American-wars which are paying for her finery and goodbye jewels. 7000, the old valet says, and describes how anyone who protested or questioned was clubbed down or shot: Wir hörten die Büchsen knallen, sahen ihr Gehirn auf das Pflaster spritzen, und die ganze Armee schrie: Juchhe! nach Amerika! -

("We heard the guns shoot, saw their brains on the cobblestone, and then the whole army cried: 'Hooray! To America!' -")

So I'm sitting over here, imagining the scared out of their wits gang pressed sons of the valet in Kabale und Liebe....ending up in a weird place where everyone makes a fuss about tea taxes as unbearable tyranny.
selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
...that's what the town of Rudolstadt calls itself in their publicity. The mayor in his welcome speech at the opening ceremony for this year's PEN Club conference used it at least four times. The reason for this is basically that Schiller fell in love with two sisters here, one of whom he married (the other one was already married, unhappily, and ended up getting a divorce, rare but not unheard of at the time), and they're milking that angle for what it's worth, along with this being the place of the first encounter between Schiller and Goethe. Not the meeting which went on to lead to their friendship but the first meeting of hilarious mutual awkwardness (and not a little frustration on Schiller's part - it led to the extraordinary "Goethe is like a proud bitch one has to get pregnant in order to humiliate her in front of the world!" outburst in a letter to his pal Körner, which he was subsequently much embarrassed about but which is one of the most unwittingly telling things he ever wrote, not about Goethe, about himself) - which I must say is reconstructed with spirit and much fun by several actors at the local Schiller museum.

But even aside of the Schiller-and-his-complicated-love-life aspect, it's a charming town in Thuringia. Have a gander!

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selenak: (JohnPaul by Jennymacca)
Poetry month means a lot of people post poems I've never read before, which can be a great pleasure. Today, I spotted a charming one which is called Jane Austen and John Lennon in Heaven, and is about precisely this.

Now, being me, my train of thought ran thusly.

1.) The potential for crack fic is awesome. Starting with the part where John L. famously expressed a certain opinion on heaven.

2.) Also, it would be a fascinating train wreck of an afterlife relationship. I mean, I can completely see reason for mutual attraction in either a friendly or romantic way. John Lennon had a type, and bossy workoholic perfectionists able to spar with him were it. And his wit, charisma and fondness of puns would make him enough of an enticing conversationalist at first to be of interest to Miss Austen. But then! I may be wrong, but somehow I can't see Jane A. caring to stick around once he starts to throw the inevitable temper tantrums and displays the equally inevitable jealousy about her being bff with Cole Porter.

3.) Also, Jane's a Tory. John's political opinions were actually far more fluctuating than his most popular image allows, but one thing he never was and I never can see him as is being a Tory. Conversely, Miss Austen's opinion on the practicality of bed-ins as a demonstration for peace does not bear thinking about. In a zomg someone must write that kind of way.

4.) And then there's the part where she'd find it completely unfair he won a prestigious literary award for his first book whereas she had to try and try to get hers published and then had to do it anonymously. And never had particularly good contracts. Whereas he didn't even need the money he earned with that book. And was hungover when receiving the award, with the press covering for him and giving him a witty speech when in reality he could just mumble a thank you. Not even the serenity of the afterlife would stop Miss Austen seething about the unfairness of it all.

5.) And that's before she finds out the tale of his first marriage.

6.) She'd totally remind him of the Stanley sisters, i.e. his aunts and mother, and he'd suggest them to her as a novel topic, because they all beg to be written by Jane Austen, but he'd never ever forgive her the John character in the book gets only mentioned eleven times, or, as he would put it, "not at all". At which point he stomps off to make her jealous by hanging out with Charlotte Bronte.

7.) Who is also a Tory and, moreover, went through too much with brother Branwell not to recognize the drug-addled temper throwing daddy issues type immediately and thus throws him out on sight.


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In other news, there are days when I love the internet. especially if it tells me there is Chinese Goethe/Schiller slash.
selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
Egypt: wow. Aside from everything else, though, it reminds me again of the innate hypocrisy and contradiction of the West regarding the Middle East. We'd like you to be democratic and free, sure, but only if it can be guaranteed your freely elected goverment will be pro-West and above all secular; otherwise, we'd rather keep the pro-West despot in place, thanks. And I do mean "West", not just "US". Among the many, many Wikileaks that somehow never made headlines as opposed to gossip was the fact the German goverment agreed not to press any charges against the CIA agents who abducted a German citizen in order to torture interrogate him. Guess where to? Egypt. Back to the present: [personal profile] monanotlisa put up a post detailing what you can do from here about the internet and telephone lockdown. Meanwhile, this tweet from two days ago is amazing.

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In more lighthearted news, today's Süddeutsche in its book review section has a headlline saying "Was it gay love?" about the latest book on Goethe and Schiller, by Katharina Mommsen. Seems literature professors finally got around to slashing our two literary giants. People, I did that six years ago, and also more recently two years ago. The review itself, written by a male professor on the work of a female one, is rather fun because it's really just like a current day slash fanboy meets fangirl debate on the internet. Basically Gustav Seibt liked her book and thinks she sort of kind of has a point that it was intense and not your avarage friendship, and yes, okay, Goethe published that 1805 (year of Schiller's death) pro-homosexual love essay about Winckelmann... but he still thinks they really were 100% heterosexual and "love" in the famous "dem Vortrefflichen gegenüber git es keine Freiheit als die Liebe" (Schiller to Goethe, look up the quote in English in my linked old slash post) doesn't mean, you know, love, but "selflessness". If you say so, Gustav, if you say so. For readers of these ramblings who know German, the title of this pioneer slash work is "Kein Rettungsmittel als die Liebe" (that was Goethe's variation of Schiller's statement which he used in one of his later novels, and the difference between "freedom" and "salvation" is telling. I'll look it up when I can. One must support the followers of one's old thesis. :)

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Speaking of academics, I see you can now graduate on your Beatles knowledge. (Cue lots of song title puns in the comments to the article.) I find this rather charming and of course wonder that if I hadn't my PhD already, whether I could go to England score with my knowledge. Probably not, because, like certain composers, I can't actually read music. But you know, I bluffed my way through a three-terms-seminar on Wagner by biographical knowledge alone and got great degrees, so who knows. Meanwhile, try out this quiz on your own Beatles knowledge. .

Something else I came across was someone putting up a 1966 Teen World article in which the Beatles each give a list of replies to the question "what tickles your fancy". Bearing in mind that these kind of list replies could have been just written by the busy Derek Taylor, their PR guy, it's also possible they were genuine replies because some are just odd and random enough (and became true later, which in 1966 no public relations man could know they would). Anyroad, as the Beatles would say, the replies make for hilarious and at times touching reading. Particular highlights:

Ringo:

- Buying loads of toys for baby Zak and playing with them before Zak does.
- Having wild pillow fights in airplanes.
- Talking like Donald Duck, even though he hates the cartoon character.
- Wearing a cowboy hat to the breakfast table.


(Comment by yours truly: I think there is a YouTube clip out somewhere where Ringo talks like Donald Duck, and we now know whose faults all those pillow fights were. *g*)

Paul:

- Hiding John's glasses.
- To sketch his mates when they don't know he's sketching them.
- Catching frogs.
- To get married, buy a house, settle down and raise loads of children.
- To grow a beard and mustache.


(Comment: What's up with the frogs, Paul? (Actually, brother Michael told the world what that was all about. ) Also, the beard kind of worked for you but the mustache was not your friend. Loads of children, check.)



John:

- To take Cyn and the baby with him wherever he goes.
- To film the other Beatles off-guard with his movie camera.
- Beating Paul at a game of chess.
- Having one of his old teachers, who used to scold him, ask him for his autograph.
- To be able to eat all he wants and as much as he wants without gaining any weight.
- To make his mother-in- law take out the garbage.


(Comment: if he really said that about Cynthia and Julian, double aw. LOL about the teacher. The mother-in-law wish definitely sounds like John, and so does the eating thing. The reason why he was so frighteningly thin from the late 60s onwards was that some idiot called him "the fat Beatle" around Help! and he had body loathing issues ever since.)

George:

- To set a world's speed record for sports car driving.
- Choosing all of Pattie's clothes.
- NOT to sing in the shower.
- Owning a pair of PINK suede boots.
- Pulling loose threads from his buddies clothes.


(Comment: George sure loves car races. And clothes. Choosing all of Pattie's, George, really? Also, figures he'd be a thread puller.)


Overall comment: Paul and John both have a thing for secret sketches/recordings, it seems. While George and Ringo democratically want to tease everyone, Paul has it in for John's glasses in particular and John has chess issues. In conclusion, aw.

Lastly: David Tennant proves his impeccable taste in music:


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selenak: (Obsession by Eirena)
Time Magazine made Mark Zuckerberg their person of the year, and I only now got around to reading the article in question. Which left me mostly wondering just how much he paid for this, because as image restoration goes, this is so much over the top that it really says just the opposite of what he presumably wants it to.

Now granted, the only thing I know about real life Zuckerberg versus the film version is that, as [personal profile] ide_cyan pointed out to me, real life Zuckerberg had and has a girlfriend through all the Facebook years and before, Priscilla Chan, whose existence was ignored by The Social Network because it would counteract in essential film plot point. So far so good. However, the "person of the year" article in TIME isn't just content to state that Zuckerberg so has a girlfriend and can keep a girlfriend (repeatedly), no, he gives relationship advice to his employees and is empathy itself: There are other people who can write code as well as Zuckerberg - not many, but some - but none of them get the human psyche the way he does. "He has great EQ," says Naomi Gleit, Facebook's product manager for growth and internatialization. "I'll often ask him for advice about, like, a girl issue that I'm dealing with." He doesn't simply have friends, he's beloved by everyone he meets: Zuckerberg is a warm presence, not a cold one. He has a quick smile and doesn't shy away from eye contact. (...) People really like him.(...) The reality is that Zuckerberg isn't alienated, and he isn't a loner. He's the opposite. He's spent his whole life in tight, supportive, intensely connected social environments, first in the bosom of the Zuckerberg family, then in the dorms at Harvard and now at Facebook, where his best friends are his staff, there are no offices and work is awesome. Zuckerberg loves being around people. He didn't build Facebook so he could have a social life like hte rest of us. He built it because he wanted the rest of us to have his.

Before reading said article, I was utterly ready to believe Sorkin's depiction of Zuckerberg says more about Sorkin (and what interests him in fiction) than Zuckerberg. That's still the case as far as Sorkin is concerned, but this article definitely swung me around to "that much denial clearly indicates the portrait was more accurate than not". Which might be unfair, but is the effect all this relentless praise had. Which set me thinking. If the TIME portrait had included some quotes from enemies (the Winkelvoss brothers, say, who according to the New York Times last week still are sueing) as well as the praise from friends/employees, I would have been far more inclined to believe the later. Much as relentless bashing is off-putting and often makes you (well, me) more inclined to question the basher than to share the loathing, relentless praise in what is supposed to be an objective assessment by a medium makes me cynical and distrustful. Nobody in a top position is universally beloved, and we all have times where we just aren't that great towards other people.

On a related note: re: fictionalisation of real people, alive or dead, and how we feel about the fairness or unfairness or justification of the fiction. I honestly don't think there is such a thing as an objective stance, and it doesn't really depend on the distance of time, though often that plays into it. I can get upset about Schiller's take on Elizabeth I in his Mary Stuart because I have feelings about Elizabeth Tudor, or annoyed at the saintly cypher like depiction of Yoko Ono in Lennon Naked because I think it's a waste of a good actress and a very interesting real life character, but either way my response isn't dependent on the fact that Schiller's drama is high art or the Lennon Naked film just not that well scripted (though boasting of a towering performance by Christopher Eccleston). My response depends on my previous knowledge of events and people and my own subjective take on them, which, all things said and done, isn't any more valid than that of the men who wrote drama and script respectively. Conversely, I don't know more about Tony Blair, the Clintons, Gordon Brown or Elizabeth II than the avarage newspaper reader. Peter Morgan's depictions of all of them in the various films he scripted may have been too kind or too harsh for other people (let alone the people concerned themselves), but because there was no prior personal investment on my part I could watch those films as stories without inwardly argueing via my own perceptions of events and people.

There is a certain safety in complete fiction, of course. Like Janet Morgan says in her perceptive book about the Plath biographies and the Plath/Hughes marriage, The Silent Woman, if we read a novel in which character X does such and such, we don't have to doubt whether or not character X really did this. The author tells us he/she did, for this and that reason, and thus it is. But when we read a story based on actual events, there is always a potential question mark - ah, but did it REALLY happen this way, or was that grossly distorted by historian Y or, more contemporary, by biased/bribed eyewitness Z? Is the motivation of X which the biographer/novelist/film maker reports truly X' motivation or did X act from other reasons altogether? What's the agenda the biographer/film maker has with telling the story this way? And so forth.

But no sooner have I written "safety in complete fiction" that I remember just about every fandom ever based on fiction. Take Harry Potter. Doesn't matter whether we're talking Snape-focused fans, Remus/Sirius'shippers, Harry/Hermione shippers, Draco fans, none or any of the above, the arguments online and offline of how JKR got it wrong with *insert favourite character and/or pairing* and fanfiction (meaning their own particular brand, not the fanfiction which uses another characterisation) got it right are galore. "The author is dead" is common wisdom, even more so in fandoms where there isn't just one author but several, as in tv or comics. There isn't such a thing as generally accepted truth in fiction, either, or we wouldln't have all those debates. And again, I think personal investment in a character colours all our povs. During the original broadcast, I was upset by certain events in the fifth season of Alias, or by the Waltz and onwards characterisation of Dukat on DS9 in a way I just wasn't by anything Morgana-related in the third season of Merlin, and what it comes down to isn't that the later is better written than the former (I think fifth season of Alias/Merlin are about even there, and DS9 is better) but that while being interested in her I never loved Morgana (and, err, never saw her the way a lot of fandom did). Whereas Arvin Sloane is one of my favourite characters of all time, I cared a lot about Irina Derevko, and liked Dukat (without seeing him as a misunderstood woobie, I hasten to add).

I wonder whether there is a difference between living and dead authors in as much as fandom's acceptance of fictional reality is concerned, though. While there has been a lot of to and thro regarding Lord of the Rings based fanfiction post-movies, and how much characterisation was influenced by the films, I don't think - correct me if I'm wrong - there is a strong faction seriously arguing that "Tolkien got it wrong" about pairing X or character Y. Compare the attitude towards al lthings Sherlock Holmes when Arthur Conan Doyle was still alive - the famous pestering him for years into resurrecting Holmes post-Reichenback Falls - to current, where the criteria for modern adaptions like Sherlock or the Guy Ritchie film Sherlock Holmes certainy include whether or not these depictions of Holmes and Watson are reconcilable with Doyle's versions, not whether Doyle "got it wrong".

There is safety in one thing, though. I may dislike bashings of either Gwen - the one from Torchwood and the one from Merlin - but neither woman exists; finding posts wishing them unpleasant fates may make me roll my eyes and/or even disturb me, but there is no Gwen who could come across all the kerfuffle. Whereas when Robin Morgan accused Ted Hughes of "murdering" Sylvia Plath in the 1970s and wished a gory fate on him, he most certainly read it. And of course, films like "The Deal", "The Queen", "The Special Relationship" or "The Social Network" describe events only a few years back so just about everyone involved is bound to be confronted with their fictional alter egos and have an emotional response to this - how can they not? To return to the beginning, the most telling sentence in the entire TIME article about Zuckerberg is: Sorkin did a much better job of representing Facebook when he wrote The West Wing. Because it makes it impossible to conclude that what Zuckerberg minds isn't so much being fictionalized at all, let alone being fictionalized by Aaron Sorkin specifically. But he wants to choose the type of fiction. (I don't blame him. I'd rather live in the West Wing verse myself. Who wouldn't?) The West Wing, with a very few exceptions (Zoey's French boyfriend comes to mind, and he's only around for a few s4 episodes), doesn't have one dimensional villains, and it's a fictional universe where flaws are balanced by virtues, where even your enemies respect you and most people really want to change the world for the better. (And where everyone speaks in brilliant dialogue, but they do that in The Social Network, too.) But you know what? Fandom is still debating as to whether action X or storyline Y was in character for such and such, and what really happened regarding a certain late s6 early s7 plot point. Safety in fiction? There is no such thing. Even if you think you can control your author, or your world.
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Word to the wise: do by all means book a seat instead of just buying a ticket without reservation if you're travelling by train from Frankfurt to Munich. I did, and was very glad about it, as the train is currently crowded like hell with people standing in the aisles.

Which makes it look quite like the book fair itself on the weekend. I don't actually look much for books during the last two days of the fair, the public days, because it's that packed with people. Sometimes you can hardly move. So the weekend is when you meet friends at the fair, go to readings and debates, and wish other people good luck when they try to actually glimpse into a book or two.

One of the book presentations I attended was of a non-fiction book I had read some time ago, Rüdiger Safranski's book about Goethe & Schiller. One question he got was to account for the paradox of Schiller being the more socially progressive of the two (poet of freedom, some of the most famous speeches in German dramatic history, etc.) yet married into the nobility, whereas Goethe was the more conservative yet openly lived with and ultimately married a working-class woman, Christiane Vulpius, who was horribly snubbed by Schiller. (Goethe in his letters to Schiller always includes regards to the wife. Schiller in all his letters to Goethe never once mentions Christiane, not even in thank-you-I-had-a-great-time letters when he had been staying for two weeks in Goethe's house where she would have been his hostess.) Safranski not being wise to the ways of fandom did not bother to bring up the slash explanation but boringly and truthfully pointed out Schiller's wife was the goddaughter of Goethe's ex, the Baroness von Stein who was Christiane's number 1 enemy in Weimar and responsible for most of Weimar society cutting her for near two decades until Johanna Schopenhauer finally offered her a cup of tea. But! he added, suddenly going out of his professor of literature mode and into lighting up in happy fanboy mode instead, he had found a reference in one of Christiane's letters to Goethe from when she was on holidays and happened to be in the same Kurbad where Schiller had gone about two years before his death, and in that letter Christiane writes Schiller not only said hello but offered to row her over the lake in one of the little boats available for the guests, and then did so. "I was so happy when I found that," declared Mr. Safranski. "It was my balm of comfort." ("Mein Trostpflaster.") "I just couldn't stand the idea of Schiller having been horrible to Christiane till the end."

Moving on to the 21st century, Saturday was also when I listened to a presentation by three dissident Chinese writers, all three of whom are living in exile in other countries, and whose number included Bai Ling, one of the two writers whose invite/disinvite/invite caused such uproar and shameful embarassment in September. The others were a co-founder of the independent Chinese PEN and another writer; unfortunately, I have the programm in my suitcase, and I'm sitting in the train right now, so I can't look their names up. Not-the-PEN-founder seems to be a member of the Falun Gong, as he brought up not once but twice that they are the most persecuted of Chinese religions as they are "the most purely Chinese". (I have sympathy for anyone persecuted for their religion, but this singling out and unconditional praise of the Falun Gong made me distrustful of them instead, I have to admit.) All three are writing for an exile Chinese newspaper, The Epoch Times, and had a lot to say about how growing up with the system stays with you even once you've turned against it because of the words, the phrases you use. One of the writers, referencing the Cultural Revolution from the 60s but talking about the decades before and after as well, used an image that stuck with me: "Chinese culture," he said, "is like a beautifully coloured glass. It got smashed irrevocably. Now all we're left with are glass splinters. What the party does is put these splinters into a kalaidoscope, like the ones we use at children, and the image you look at is beautiful, too, in its own way, but it distorts and changes every time you want it to, and nothing is ever fixed." Switching from Chinese - which got translated (the translators were so the unsung heroes of this fair, always having to do three languages - Chinese, German and English) - into German for one sentence, Bai Ling interjected "Die Partei hat immer recht" and said that to understand the China of today we - the German audience, that is - should just think of the GDR, not of Chinese history.

All these speeches on part of the exile writers were very heartfelt and moving, but you know, there was one problem: they were basically preaching to the converted. There were Chinese attendants as well as German ones - actually the room was pretty packed, with all age groups represented - but the Chinese all seemed to be locals from Frankfurt. None from the Chinese delegation. And I don't think the German audience was labouring under the delusion that China is anything but a dictatorship, either. So attention was paid, but not from the people who would have been able to do something with these words.

Saturday evening I met a friend of [personal profile] shezan's, but arrived a bit early at his hotel and thus was sitting in the lobby for a while. Whereupon one businessman type sauntered towards me, looked me up and down in my Saturday outfit (because the fair is so crowded on Saturdays and Sundays, it's wise to wear the lightest things you can get away with instead of the trousers and jackets you wear for the rest of the weak, so in my case I was wearing a short knitted purple dress) and enquired: "Are you free?"

Note to self: now you can say you've been mistaken for a hooker at the Frankfurt Book Fair in your memoirs.

Today was mostly about the Friedenspreis, the peace award of the German book trade handed over in the Paulskirche. This year's recipient was Italian essayist, journalist and novelist Claudio Magris. The laudatory speech returned time and again to Magris' hometown Trieste as a symbol of European strife, European multiculturalism and European unity. Magris' own speech, which was riveting, managed to address patterns and injustices in past and present alike, starting with Italy once having exported fascism and now and more recently populism, that deadening of democracies. (Insert open loathing of Berlusconi here.) He pointed out that we did and do have a war after WWII in Europe, one we're in denial about and which involves organ trade, the camps for refuges, the way they're treated and often sent back, all the dead of illegal immigration and that wasn't counting Bosnia and currently our involvement in Afghanistan. Listening, I decided I needed to read one of his books now; this was a man who knew how to engage his audience on both an emotional and intellectual level.

Also present was nobel prize winner Herta Müller, which later at the celebratory lunch led to Gottfriend Honnefelder (remember, the head of the booktrade association) telling everyone that he had wanted to congratulate her in his own speech at the Paulskirche (there are always four: one by Honnefelder, one by the mayor of Frankfurt, one laudatory speech and one acceptance speech) but she had asked him not to, as this was Claudio Magris' big moment, but now we could congratulate her, yes? So everyone got up and cheered and toasted. Mind you, I bet most of the people present, including yours truly, hadn't read Müller's work, but never mind.

"So," said a lady at my table, "why do you think the Bildzeitung didn't have a headline saying "We won the Nobel prize"?
(Footnote: Bild is our biggest yellow press paper and prone to such embarassing headlines as "We are Pope" - back when Joseph Ratzinger was elected.)
Replied an ex Mr. Speaker of our parliament: "Because the Americans got there first?"

On that note, once I'm back in Munich, I must read all the delicious fanfic I saw tantalizingly referred to by other people on my list, as well as watch The Sarah Jane Adventures. And then I'll probably sleep like a stone. But truly, I would not miss the Frankfurt Book Fair for the world.
selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
Firstly, more vid recs:


Terminator movies/ Sarah Connor Chronicles:

Land: this one is epic, using the multiple timelines premise from the show and the time loop premise from the movies to fantastic effect, matching footage from both. Sarah, John, the time loop of John's existence, and all the possibilities.

Star Trek:

Swing: this vid is just pure joy. TOS from Uhura's point of view, with a side line of "why Uhura is awesome". Old time fans will love it, and as for fans who never watched a single episode of the original show and just came on board with the new movie, I defy you to watch this and not hum along and wanting to be on the Enterprise. (Just as long as you get to hang out with Uhura instead of being a red shirt, of course. *g*)

****

Now, I've said before that if classic German literature were a fandom, Goethe and Schiller would be slashed like no one's business with all the slash fodder they so generously provide. Reading the new Rüdiger Safranski book about them reminds me they also provide precedents for writers versus fangirl encounters. Well, how would you describe the following encounter with Germaine de Stael when she was visiting Weimar (which, btw, also reminds me that French was the English of the 18th century in that Madame correctly assumed it didn't matter that she hardly spoke any German because everyone she wanted to talk to spoke French:

Madame de Stael: *meets Schiller, declares he looks like a handsome dashing general, talks A LOT, explaining Schiller to himself*
Schiller: *writes to Goethe "ZOMG you have to come home she's analyzing everything to death HELP"*
Goethe: *comes back to Weimar*
Madame de Stael: I thought the author of "Werther" would be a dashing young man. You're middle aged, overweight, and you're having sex with your housekeeper. This is why you're not a man of the world even though you try to act like one.
Goethe: Do I care?
Madame de Stael: What you do in some of your dramas is so against good taste.
Goethe: The audience will get used to it.
Madame de Stael: How could you write such a dark ending for Werther?!? Don't you feel guilty because The Sorrows of Young Werther made people kill themselves?
Goethe: No. When I write something that feels right to me, I really don't care about the consequences.
Madame de Stael: I think German verse feels clumsy.
Goethe: I think French verse feels like tapeworm.
Madame de Stael: Well, that's it for now, boys, but I'm coming so back to Weimar with a friend once I've travelled to Germany some more!
Schiller: Do you think she meant that?
Goethe: *shrugs*
Madame de Stael: *returns with August Wilhelm Schlegel, whom she has paid 10 000 Taler to be her "literary advisor"*
Schiller: I'm outta here. *goes on an unplanned journey to Berlin within 48 hours of Madame's arrival*
Schlegel (a Goethe but not a Schiller fanboy): Schiller so is the wife in that relationship.
selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
From [livejournal.com profile] londonkds

Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

history

My great passion. Well, one of them. I grew up in a town which wasn't just over a millennium old but also had avoided being bombed during WWII, which means an incredible amount of history in one's every day life. Also, I loved historical novels as a child - among the earliest I read were the usual suspects by Alexandre Dumas, The Egyptian by Mika Waltari, and the Angelique series by Anne Golon. Later on, as a teenager, I graduated to Stefan Zweig - who wrote some of the best biographies romancees in the German language; the first of his that I read was his Fouché - and the joys of first hand accounts, of memoirs, diaries, letters etc. of people that interested me through the ages, as well as some understanding of developing societies through the ages in terms that didn't rely on the great man theory of history. I've always seen it as complimentary - interesting individuals (who didn't have to be of the ruling classes; one of the most touching and enraging historical documents I've read is the letter of a man from my hometown Bamberg who had been caught up in the witchcraze of the 1620s and tried to smuggle one last letter out to his daughter before he was executed; the letter was intercepted, ended up in the files, and thus we have the rare description of a witch trial from a victim's pov) and structural analysis, I mean - not as either/or.

Goethe/Schiller

See my post about why if they were fictional and/or in a novel or on tv, people enthusiastically would slash them. All kidding aside, though: I like them both, and I like how they, who were very different in terms of personalities and writing, made up that intriguing whole, die deutsche Klassik. And that they were the antithesis of megalomania, and of nationalism in the increasingly poisonous 19th century sense. Something like the scene where the Marquis Posa demands freedom of thought from Philip II of Spain in Schiller's Don Carlos - Sire, geben Sie Gedankenfreiheit! - works just as breathtakingly well if you read it today; start Goethe's Faust with the very first scene (if you can find a decent translation), the discussion about how to stage a play, between the poet, the director, and the clown, and it's witty and biting (and Goethe pokes as much fun on the poet as on anyone else) and defies the cliché that classic = boring; it also still works for just about every theatre production you thank think of.

Fanged Foursome

I think I would have fallen for Darla after her reappearance anyway, but the fact she made what until then looked like yet another version of the vampire family dynamic as set up by Interview with the Vampire or Forever Knight into something far more interesting and different (with a gender reversal as to who held the power there) was the cream on the cake, so to speak. Here's an essay which goes on about this in detail. There have been times where the Spike Wars made me stay away from any fanfiction or essay that focused on him (or even had him in it), but either fiction or meta that presented the four of them together was always the exception to this. My feelings for Angel during the course of both shows were varied (going from okay but not overly invested during the first three seasons of BTVS to very fond during the first two seasons of AtS to eye-rollingly impatient and emotionally disconnected with in s3 to fond and interested again in s4 and 5), but even during the s3 down, when I seriously considered giving up the entire show, not just the character, again Fanged Foursome meta and fanfic was the exception. Dru I always loved, but her drawback as a character is that she doesn't grow or change, as opposed to the other three, after her big change, so I hardly looked for fanfic that featured her on her own. Lastly: one unwritten fannish commandment for me is Though shalt not watch Fool for Love or Darla on their own, but always together.

Londo/G'Kar

You know, I recently found the post with my first slash story about them, and I sound absurdly apologetic in the preamble. Now of course I was hardly alone in seeing the relationship between Londo and G'Kar, their arcs together and alone, as the emotional core of Babylon 5, but there was frustratingly little fanfiction about them for ten years. By "frustratingly little" I don't mean slash, I mean anything at all. At the old B5 archive, I found one story. Only one. And I couldn't understand it. So I did something about it and lured Andraste into the fandom so she could do something about it, too. I think what makes the enduring appeal, regardless as to whether one sees the relationship as utterly platonic or slashy, is that they're both so richly realized characters you can't consign them one to one category, and that's true for their relationship with each other as well. Depending on when in the show we are, either of them can be hero, villain, antihero, comic relief, or everything at once. I've written an entire essay about why Londo's fall-and-redemption story still remains unequalled on tv for me, so let me say something about G'Kar's here, because it's as remarkable, in a different way. "Ambiguous character ends up as wise and enlightened hero" could have been dull instead of being incredibly compelling; but because G'Kar never loses his - Narnness? I can't use the term "humanity" here, can I? -, his ability to throw a petty tantrum because people won't listen (see Day of the Dead), his eagerness to flirt (Tragedy of Telepaths, Objects at Rest) or his sharp tongue, let alone his outrage and anger when he sees something like Na'Toth's imprisonment, his enlightened state always rings true, hard-won, and as endearing as his early incarnation as a wily ambassador and still bloodthirsty ex freedom fighter. Lastly, so many fandoms try to pull off storylines where enemies become first allies by necessity and then friends and/or lovers, either in fanfiction or on the show proper. But so often it feels that what originally made them enemies is ignored or downplayed. Not so here. When at the culmination of their storyline together G'Kar says "my people can never forgive your people, you understand that, don't you? But I can forgive you", it works, and feels right in every way. (Including the differentiation of personal forgiveness versus general forgiveness - two very different things.)

five things

Ah, "five things that never happened..." I encountered this fanfic format first on lj, in a Farscape story about Aeryn Sun, I think, and it fascinated me when I tweaked that each of the five things was independent from the others. Each asked basically "what if canon had gone differently at one specific point" and explored the consequences for the character it focused on. Until then, the most AUs I had seen were of the dreaded high school type ("aka "everyone is human and in high school") or of the wish fulfillment type (aka "in MY universe, X and Y are still together!"). But the "five things" stories were different and were a fantastic way to explore the canon characters and their relationships, because they didn't just offer one version, and the portrait that emerged usually made the character in question even more intriguing. The first time I tried it myself was for BTVS' Warren Meers, partly due to a discussion with [livejournal.com profile] andrastewhite about the Trio in general and Warren in particular, and partly because [livejournal.com profile] londonkds' "Mary Sue Goes Septic" essay had given me a lot of ideas about Warren and Willow I wanted to try out in fictional form.
Then [livejournal.com profile] iamsab challenged me to write Kira/Dukat. Now I've always regretted that Dukat, post-Waltz, was written as a one dimensional evil madman on the show. And he and Kira undeniably had great chemisty, as well as a very interesting relationship (pre-Waltz). But even if Dukat had remained a, pardon the bad pun, shades of grey character, it would not have changed his prefect-of-Bajor past, and a romance with Kira would have been, to put it mildly, extremely unlikely. However, the "Five Things" format allowed me to explore several angles without whitewashing Dukat (or repeating the Evil Madman thing, for that matter), or making Kira behave in an ooc "you're so sexy, all is forgiven" way. And it allowed me to be wilfully perverse. In the variation where they actually have sex, it's not about Dukat at all for Kira, it's about her depression and anger during the second occupation and also about Odo. In the variation where they genuinenly love each other, the relationship isn't sexual at all but a family relationship, as in this AU Kira Meru raised her children, not her husband and thus Kira Nerys grows up as Dukat's daughter, and AU!Nerys is so passionately pro-Cardassian that she becomes one, which is of course the worst thing regular!Kira could imagine. And so forth. No sooner had I written this that [livejournal.com profile] altariel wanted to have a "Five things which never happened between Garak and Bashir" as well. Which she received, after some delay. It made me aware of a difference in gender perception by myself because while during the Kira-Dukat five things I had been very conscious of the occupier-of-planet / member of the brutally occupied population problem, I didn't feel the same burden with Garak/Bashir, though Garak, with his Obsidian Order past, definitely was no less guilty of war crimes (torture and assassination we know about; others are plausible guesswork) than Dukat was. Possibly because Bashir wasn't Bajoran, but also because Bashir was male, and thus there was no chance of falling into a squicky subtext about colonialism with the woman embodying the occupied people. Though again, these Five Things weren't five ways to get the characters together, but focused on traits they brought out in each other, and which particular changes in canon forced them to deal with in somewhat different manners.
I've used the "Five things..." format in other fandoms since, but these three attempts still remain my favourites and the ones I'm proudest of, as a writer.
selenak: (Goethe/Schiller - Shezan)
Okay, one of my christmas presents was a Schiller biography. And being utterly corrupted by fandom, I found myself thinking that if German universities were more like lj world, Goethe/Schiller would so be the OTP of all OTPs.

Behold, English-speaking world in ignorance of the saga: When they first met, they were profoundly irritated by one another. Goethe was ten years older and had left the Sturm und Drang behind which Schiller was just embarking on, and was busy trying to be respectable in Weimar. Schiller was all youthful rebellion and thought Goethe had sold out and most of all was angry that Goethe ignored him. Which resulted in him writing to a friend that "Goethe was like a proud bitch one had to get pregnant in order to humiliate her in front of the world", I kid you not. (The original German is "eine stolze Prüde, der man ein Kind machen muß, um sie vor der Welt zu demütigen".)

Then Goethe went to Italy for two years, found himself again as a poet (and had lots of sex), and when he returned to Weimar, Schiller had settled into married stability and the bourgeois life. He also had just founded a new literary paper for which he needed well-known names as co-workers. Which led to a meeting with guess whom and a letter. This time, they hit it off. Even in his very old age Goethe got misty eyed when speaking of the "happy event" (das glückliche Ereignis) when they had their very first friendly argument, resulting in Schiller saying, re: one of Goethe's points, "but that's not an experience, that's an idea!". The next day, Schiller wrote a rather long wooing letter, and the result was German classicism, i.e. intense correspondance, lots of meetings, and the poems and plays these two literary giants are most famous for. The relationship also kept being compared to a love affair. Quoth August Schlegel (he who co-wrote the most famous Shakespeare translation) and had something of a feud going with Schiller:

"In any case, Goethe tried to mediate between us rather charmingly. His delicate concern for Schiller, which resembled the care a tender husband takes with his hysterical wife, did not stop him from being friends with us." ("Us" being the Schlegel brothers, the Coen brothers of their day. In the German original: "Überhaupt trat Goethe auf eine sehr liebenswürdige Weise vermittelnd ein. Seine sorgsame Schonung für Schiller, welche der eines zärtlichen Ehemannes für seine nervenschwache Frau glich, hielt ihn nicht ab, mit uns auf dem freundschaftlichstem Fuße fortzuleben." )

And here's Schiller's most famous summing-up of the relationship, in one of the letters:

"...it has become a kind of religion for me to make your cause to mine, to form all which is reality in me to the purest mirror of the mind which lives in this form, and so to deserve being called your friend. How vividly did I find out on this occasion that the sublime is a power, that it can only be felt as a power even in a selfish heart, for there is no freedom against him who is sublime but love."

(Sounds better in German: "....und das schöne Verhältnis, das unter uns ist, macht es mir zu einer gewissen Religion, Ihre Sache hierin zu der meinigen zu machen, alles was in mir Realität ist, zu dem reinsten Spiegel des Geistes auszubilden, der in dieser Hülle lebt, und so, in einem höheren Sinn des Worts, den Namen Ihres Freundes zu verdienen. Wie lebhaft habe ich bei dieser Gelegenheit erfahren, daß das Vortreffliche eine Macht ist, daß es auf selbstsüchtige Gemüter auch nur als eine Macht wirken kann, daß es, dem Vortrefflichem gegenüber keine Freiheit gibt als die Liebe.")

As for Goethe, years later after Schiller's death, the recitation of a Schillerian ballad was enough to let him burst into tears and tell the actress who was doing the reciting: "I cannot, cannot forget this man!" (And Goethe was avowedly not the bursting into tears type, especially not in his old age.) They got sick at the same time, only Schiller died of it and Goethe lived. Now if this was a film or a tv show or a novel, you can bet the slashers would have been salviating eons ago. True, both men had their canon love interests as well. Schiller was married, and Goethe was living, scandalously for the time, with his mistress Christiane Vulpius whom he married years later. Which didn't stop the Weimar society from cutting poor Christiane, both for the long living together unmarried thing and because of her working class origins. I must say Schiller wasn't behaving well at all in this regard - in Goethe's letters, there are always greetings for Mrs Schiller, but Schiller managed to spend weeks at Goethe's house where Christiane was the hostess without even mentioning her in his thank you note. However, if you take the slash explanation, then everything is clear - he was jealous!

Anyway, canon relationships never stopped 'shippers of any calibre. So, if German literature were a fandom, you'd have the initial enemies state, then the meeting of minds state, and then the two-of-us-against-the-world state (they even got into flame wars with other writers; brush up the Xenien). And then the heartrendering death plus post-mortem angst and grief on the part of the survivor.

Am I glad I got my doctorate years ago. They'd never take me seriously now. This is fandom. Fandom did this to me...

...but I still wonder why there are no G/S 'shippers around...

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