a wild meme appears

Monday, June 27th, 2011 02:18 pm
fialleril: [still my favorite film Holmes] (Basil of Baker Street)
Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] elle_white, because it's about time I do something not Loki-related on this journal I guess.

Give me a top 5 (any top 5) and I will comment with my top 5 with reasons.
fialleril: [the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation] (Sherlock Holmes)
What's this? A fanfic for a fanfic? Is it a Holmes fanfic or a Barrie fanfic? Does it count as a crossover? Who can say!

Title: Admirable Liknesses
Characters: John, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson
Timeframe: pretty much any time Sherlock is bored
Genre: crack
Rating: PG
Word Count: 576
Summary: It was his custom of a summer evening to fire round my head, just shaving my face, until he had made a photograph of me on the opposite wall, and it is a slight proof of his skill that many of these portraits in pistol shots are considered admirable likenesses. - J.M. Barrie, The Adventure of the Two Collaborators
Notes: With apologies to Mr. Barrie, who did it better.

Admirable Likenesses )
fialleril: [I kind of want to be this man when I grow up] (J.M. Barrie)
I love J.M. Barrie. "Yes, Fia," you say, "we know." But here's the thing. I am always more interested in an author's work than in the author themselves. Sometimes I do not care about the author at all. This is even more true in film media, where actors and directors are just...not at all interesting to me.

But. Then there is Barrie. As much as I like his work, I am actually more interested in the man himself. And just. What is up with that? I mean, I don't even know.

But then he goes and does amazing things like writing self-insert fanfic for Sherlock Holmes.

Yes. Really. And because said fic is in the public domain, and also pretty short, I will share it with you as proof!

asdakjdkadopjklpaj Barrie stop being so awesome )
fialleril: [when the time comes to let it go, to let it go] (to live in this world)
Yes, it's another Barrie!post. Just when you thought I was done! But I did promise a series of reviews of Barrie's plays.

What Every Woman Knows is one of those pieces that no one knows quite what to make of. The debate about whether it is a feminist work or an anti-feminist one apparently still rages to this day, which should tell you almost everything about it, really. I think I ultimately come down a little closer to the feminist side of the argument, because the play does value women's voices and experience, but it's by no means an uncomplicated or problem-free portrayal.

cut for spoilers to a hundred year old play )
fialleril: [the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation] (Default)
Because I am apparently determined to be a one-woman fandom for hundred-year-old plays no one has cared about since long before the advent of the internet. Whatever. I can accept that.

This is the first of what will probably be several posts about various Barrie!plays. "But Fia," you say, "no one cares! Who even reads Barrie on your f-list?" To which I reply, "Quite possibly no one, but the revolution must start somewhere!"

Okay, enough of that. In all seriousness, let's talk about Mary Rose. As much as I love Peter Pan, I think that Mary Rose is really Barrie's best work. Like most of his plays, it's by turns clever, amusing, cute, snarky, sentimental, and small-scale tragic. It's also deliciously creepy.

I admit I was not expecting that. True, there's unnerving undertones in some of Barrie's other work, especially Peter Pan, but they're always just that: undertones. I made the mistake (or perhaps not) of starting Mary Rose as my read-before-bed story the other night, and let me tell you, I was not about to go to sleep until I'd finished it and found out what happened. It's not frightening, though, just delightfully eerie. And Barrie's almost-novelized stage directions have the effect of actually bringing the play to life in your imagination as you read it, which is not something I've experienced when reading drama before. The eeriness was tangible.

Here's the basic plot: There's an island. (Pay attention, [livejournal.com profile] starfoozle, I think you'll like this one.) It's in the Outer Hebrides - a small, beautiful, contained-within-itself sort of place that the locals call "The Island That Likes To Be Visited." Mary Rose visited that island once when she was eleven, and simply disappeared. Twenty days later, she suddenly reappeared there again, thinking only a few hours had passed.

The story goes on into her later life and even beyond that, but I don't want to give anything away, because it really is gloriously eerie and genuinely suspenseful. I'll only say this: in the early drafts of the play, the island was actually intended to be Peter Pan's island of Never Land. Although this was changed, and the story took a rather darker turn, it's still evident that Mary Rose is something like a female Peter Pan. The difference is that this is a play for adults, and we see the child-who-doesn't-grow-up theme from the point of view of the child's family and friends who don't understand, and for whom she is lost.

I could say a good deal more about this, and about how asexuality plays into the story, but I think I'll save that for my Peter Pan post.

icon dump time

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010 12:15 am
fialleril: [all great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title] (mentor)
I realized that I had quite a lot of icons just sitting around on my Photobucket, so I thought I may as well post them!

[14] Star Wars
[15] Star Wars art
[5] Finding Neverland

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[x] No hotlinking!
[x] Textless icons are not bases. Please do not alter.
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