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Dec. 28th, 2014 11:21 pmIn addition to my awesome Yuletide fic, I also got an awesome Yuletide treat! Solve for XX is an awesome ficlet that continues to assuage my constant craving for YANKUMI TEACHING DELINQUENT GIRLS:
Kumiko blanched. This was a teacher's worst nightmare.
As usual, I am working my way through the rest of the archive VERY SLOWLY, often backwards and in reverse (one gets such a feeling of accomplishment working up from the Zs, the letters go so much more quickly than the top of the alphabet ...) I am also continuing to work my way through December meme posts! For the 21 I was supposed to write about Georgette Heyer for
bookblather.
It's kind of hard for me to remember that I only read my first Georgette Heyer book towards around the end of college -- she's such solid comfort reading for me now that I feel like I have been reading her books FOREVER. My favorite Heyers (Cotillion, Talisman Ring, Sylvester, The Unknown Ajax, Frederica, etc.) are pretty much guaranteed mood pick-me-ups for me; they're light and frothy and ridiculous and it's impossible to be stressed while reading them. Everything is charming and nothing hurts!
...that said, I mean, for all her books are sweet as spun-sugar candy on toast, Georgette Heyer was not a nice lady. She was classist and anti-Semitic as hell, and probably racist too, although since I don't think I've ever encountered a non-white person in any of her books that fact is not as immediately evident. But who can ever forget all those charming plots along the lines of "well, this terrible thing would be OK if it happened to that kind of girl, but it can't happen to our heroine, she has CLASS?" I have also discovered that even in times of great stress I can only read so many Georgette Heyer books at a time, otherwise I start to feel a level of simmering irritation with all these cheerful and charming aristocrats who don't do anything. WHATEVER, DUDES! GET A JOB!
That said, it's still nice to know that I have a bunch of unread Heyers yet to discover for next time a period of great stress comes around and I just want to be reading about a bunch of cheerful and charming aristocrats who don't do anything. A Civil Contract, Cousin Kate and The Nonesuch are top of my current list, but for the moment I am saving them in the metaphorical literary freezer as Emergency Heyer.
Kumiko blanched. This was a teacher's worst nightmare.
As usual, I am working my way through the rest of the archive VERY SLOWLY, often backwards and in reverse (one gets such a feeling of accomplishment working up from the Zs, the letters go so much more quickly than the top of the alphabet ...) I am also continuing to work my way through December meme posts! For the 21 I was supposed to write about Georgette Heyer for
It's kind of hard for me to remember that I only read my first Georgette Heyer book towards around the end of college -- she's such solid comfort reading for me now that I feel like I have been reading her books FOREVER. My favorite Heyers (Cotillion, Talisman Ring, Sylvester, The Unknown Ajax, Frederica, etc.) are pretty much guaranteed mood pick-me-ups for me; they're light and frothy and ridiculous and it's impossible to be stressed while reading them. Everything is charming and nothing hurts!
...that said, I mean, for all her books are sweet as spun-sugar candy on toast, Georgette Heyer was not a nice lady. She was classist and anti-Semitic as hell, and probably racist too, although since I don't think I've ever encountered a non-white person in any of her books that fact is not as immediately evident. But who can ever forget all those charming plots along the lines of "well, this terrible thing would be OK if it happened to that kind of girl, but it can't happen to our heroine, she has CLASS?" I have also discovered that even in times of great stress I can only read so many Georgette Heyer books at a time, otherwise I start to feel a level of simmering irritation with all these cheerful and charming aristocrats who don't do anything. WHATEVER, DUDES! GET A JOB!
That said, it's still nice to know that I have a bunch of unread Heyers yet to discover for next time a period of great stress comes around and I just want to be reading about a bunch of cheerful and charming aristocrats who don't do anything. A Civil Contract, Cousin Kate and The Nonesuch are top of my current list, but for the moment I am saving them in the metaphorical literary freezer as Emergency Heyer.
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Date: 2014-12-30 10:28 pm (UTC)(Also, unrelated to anything in this post, I just picked up A Face Like Glass, and--am I wrong to find myself reading it as a sort of adorable Tutu remix? Neverducked! Rue-elle! Fakir would have been even cuter with a name like Erstwhile.)
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Date: 2014-12-31 04:28 pm (UTC)(I DON'T THINK YOU'RE WRONG. At least as far as Why Is This Adorable Naif Attempting So Hard To Befriend Me goes. I mean the Fakir parallel is ... shakier. But I would read the AU where Drosselmeyer has a fatal self-sabotaging personality disorder.
....actually that makes it kind of a Tutu/Ancillary Justice crossover...)
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Date: 2014-12-31 10:52 pm (UTC)(He's just so surly. That's my only justification. But yeah, having gotten to the point of Right-eye Left-eye autodestruct I am seriously struggling not to picture poor Neverfell implanted with a residual Steward-AI, and possibly developing Striking Lilac Eyes in the process.)
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