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Dec. 31st, 2030 12:00 pm
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Hello, I’m Tomato. I’m using this space for fandom, books/reading, and journaling. You can find me on AO3 @ [archiveofourown.org profile] Phantomato, on tumblr @ [tumblr.com profile] Phantomato, and on discord as phantomtomato. I use they/them pronouns.

I was once interviewed about one of my fics on the Fanfic Maverick podcast (2022).

I’m mostly into book/literature fandoms, with the occasional exception for a movie, though I also read a lot of fanfiction canon-blind. I’m trying to get into more manga this year (2024) by reading some classics, so look out for those to show up in my reading posts!

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Two books up this month.

Changing Places by David Lodge

I got this recommendation from an article in The Chronicle of Higher Ed, and in true Baader-Meinhof fashion, have since seen it mentioned another handful of times. This is a campus novel about two academics, one British and one American, completing an exchange semester at the other’s university during the sunset of the 1960s. It’s a highly referential novel—both of these characters, and the author, were English professors—and would reward a reader who is deeply situated in classic British literary references and tropes of novelistic structure/form.

It was a good novel but not an enjoyable one. I struggled particularly with the sexism in the story. Both of the professors were at midlife crisis points in their careers and marriages: one’s wife is demanding a divorce which prompts him to accept the exchange, and the other’s lack of career (and thus financial) success is straining his ability to be present for his wife and three children. This is a premise which I expect to deal with gender, especially roles within a marriage/household, and I’m not sensitive to the mere fact of sexism. But in this book I struggled to determine where the characters’ sexism ended—not all of it felt like commentary, and I think that the combination of intentional commentary and unintentional (?) bias made all of it feel intolerable. I guess that the short explanation is that this felt like a book written by a man who thinks that sleeping with students is caddish at worst.

The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

This was my book club book for Spring 2025. It’s my first piece of sensation fiction—and now I understand the name! The book is a thrilling tale of a young woman who, through a bad marriage, loses both money and identity. It follows the subsequent quest to try and regain them for her. It contains classic tropes like mysterious parentage, an inheritance plot, women wrongfully committed to asylums, identity switch-ups, dastardly foreigners, and more. In 250k words, there is certainly room for all of that! And all the excitement makes the book a snappy read, despite the length.

Unfortunately, this also somewhat decided me on my future with sensation fiction. I would read another novel with a discussion group, but not on my own. I found it challenging to feel a meaningful connection to the characters (positive or negative) as the plot around them was all-consuming. Now that I’ve got those answers, I’ve no interest in continuing to dwell on the characters’ lives or experiences. My favorite two were definitely Marian Holcombe, half-sister of the female romantic lead, and Count Fosco, a villainous Italian with a mysterious background.

Of all it covers, the book has the most interesting things to say about the role of women in English society at that time. Not all great things to say, mind, but the author’s training as a lawyer leads to more care and attention towards the legal complications of the central female character’s situation than one might get from a less-informed writer. There will be a sequence of high melodrama, and then grounding conversations which remind us of what would actually be required to reverse some new horrible circumstance. I do recommend it in that vein—there’s much to consider about why it would be possible for our villains to engineer the disadvantages that they do, above and beyond the usual questions around motives.

But this is paired with the unskippable narration of Marian, a female character forced to embody the ā€œcontradictoryā€ (to Collins) roles of proactive agent and, uh, womanhood. At every daring action, she bemoans some womanly quality of weakness in herself—whether or not she’s actually demonstrating it!—and other characters are constantly praising or demeaning her for how well she does or does not fit feminine ideals. Her treatment is complex and the plot could not exist in this form without her; I don’t mean to suggest that her writing is flat or that her creation deserves scorn. Rather, Marian is an example of some of the characteristic difficulties in the handling of proto-feminist characters in books of this period, and the unique decisions in this portrayal make her essentially unpalatable to me. Which is a shame, as she’s one of the two main narrators of the piece, and the other is the dreary male romantic lead who is best when playing investigator and not character.

Overall, I am always glad for having taken part in these discussion groups, but of the Victorian bricks that I’ve now read, my preference remains in Middlemarch.
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This is a simple book. The story is briefly described: an aging, widowed British author becomes obsessed with a young American movie star and contrives to meet him. It is short: the copy that I read is fewer than 140 pages. It has no elaborate structure, Adair having even foregone the use of numbered chapters.

I’ve been mostly offline lately—since about December of last year. It’s been one of those periods wherein I think that after this current hurdle, I’ll surely get back to Dreamwidth, Tumblr, and fandom… but that event passes onto the next and the next and the end result is that I need to reckon with having lost the habit. Reading for pleasure has seen a shade of that, too. I’ve finished a couple of books (The Book of Life, Kitchin; Autobiography of Red, Carson) and parts of two others (The Farewell Symphony, White; The Woman in White, Collins), but I’m definitely reading less and I’m less excited to spend time on it. When I’m home after work and dinner, I want to sit on the couch with my spouse, YouTube, and a knitting project. My mind can’t seem to handle the demands of reading or writing, and all I can summon energy for is keeping my hands busy.

This is a long way around say thing, with my spouse traveling this weekend, I wanted to read a simple book and finish it. That was neither of my reads-in-progress. I heard about Adair because he wrote the introduction to the reissue of a Forster novel—I must find a copy of that essay—and I picked this novel of his on a whim.

It is simple reading, but clever, and with attention to its primary character so as to make the reading rewarding. Adair draws a priggish, unselfaware man for his narrator. This makes his inner monologue at times a chore to read (his vocabulary is intentional obtuse), but watching him unravel in his obsession is at turns amusing and horrifying. It’s a sketch of a bad ending resulting from extreme repression—not only of the sexual kind, but social and emotional as well. Our narrator (mostly nameless, as the book is written in the first person) has few friends. They all date from his days as a promising undergraduate at Cambridge. His stable writing career and family wealth could be the basis of a comfortable life, but in his unwillingness to connect with other people, he’s made a tomb of them. When a series of circumstances lead to him accidentally watching a teen flick at the cinema, thus introducing his fascination with the actor Ronnie Bostock, we see at first not the way that the obsession will consume him but rather we see the neglectful way he has treated the world for some three decades. He has a naĆÆve, juvenile understanding of his own culture, stuck somewhere before his adulthood, perhaps in the Edwardian times of his revered Forster.

The unfolding obsession with Bostock somewhat modernizes him, but more devastatingly, it forces him to leave his tomb. He confronts his sexual attraction to men by recalling how he’d never engaged in even the slightest fumbling during his ā€œundersexedā€ school years. He’d thought of himself as boringly heterosexual, though one wonders whether he ever achieved any degree of passion for his wife. He’s a man who cannot masturbate to completion, and the impact of all this pent-up inability to self-examine is the finale of the book in which the narrator travels to America and engineers a confrontation between himself and the subject of his obsession.

Throughout, Adair shows the depth of his narrator’s self-delusion in a really compelling way. The narrator is a British writer of a certain age—it would be unbelievable to not show him as introspective. But his introspection never solves anything. It’s very effective writing of a deeply troubled, intelligent man, and it’s very sad.

[I]magine the hubbub I would cause were I to drop in on my Cambridge acquaintances and recite to them everything I know of an obscure American actor of whom they would never have heard and to whose one feature of interest they would be totally insensitive. Only I, I exulted, only I and that legion of fans who do not count, have recognised this rare flowering among weeds…


I’m not sure if I want to read any more from Adair soon—this was very anxiety-provoking by the end—but I’m glad to have read this one. I recommend it to fans of character studies.
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[community profile] booknook created a great template for reviewing your 2024 year in reading, and I’ve edited it to fit me. I think the big takeaway from last year’s reading is that I’m happy with where I’m at in terms of number of books, variety, etc. Posting about my reading here on Dreamwidth has been one of my favorite online experiences this year—it’s very satisfying to look back on those posts, rather than needing to flip through my notes scattered among other thoughts in my physical journal. That’s also been a large portion of my personal writing in 2024! As I go through a period of lower interest in transformative fandom, but not a lower interest in reading new things, reflecting on the things that I’ve read (and occasionally getting to chat with other readers) has filled the role for me that sharing fic did in years past.

In 2024:


I Read: 27 books to completion

My Reading Goal: was to post at least 12 updates to my Dreamwidth journal about my reading, which I did exactly! I skipped December and condensed April and May into one post, but I also made two standalone book review posts. I’m happy with this; the point of this goal was to make reflecting on my reading a regular part of my DW life and to keep my journal active, and I did that.

An Author New-to-me in 2024 I Really Enjoyed: was Allen Bratton, whose debut novel Henry Henry absolutely tore through me. I loved it, and I’m looking forward to seeing what Bratton’s career contains in the future!

My Favorite Book of the Year/Books I Read in 2024 That I Recommend:
Favorites are difficult! I loved Where Angels Fear to Tread and Howards End by Forster, and Henry Henry as mentioned above. This was also a great year in emotionally devastating queer manga, with The Poe Clan, Claudine, and Run Away With Me, Girl. I’m not big on choosing single favorites, and any of those really could be it, so instead I’d call them a group of titles that are easy to recommend. They’re so obviously great that if the premise and format of any sounds interesting to you, it’s probably worth reading.

I would also recommend A Separate Peace to fans of the homoerotic boarding school novel genre, which stands out among the boarding school novels that I read this year. I also enjoyed two fantasy books that I read this year, very different in tone: The Idylls of the Queen (Arthurian mystery) and The Great When (sardonic riff on the British portal fantasy).

In 2025:


My Reading Goal: is to again post at least 12 Dreamwidth entries about my reading

My TBR List: includes a bunch of books that I purchased in the second half of 2024:
The Farewell Symphony, Edmund White
Nocturnes for the King of Naples, Edmund White
Love, Leda, Mark Hyatt
The Temple, Stephen Spender
Lost Property, Ben Sonnenberg
The Woman in White, Wilkie Collins (spring 25 reading group book)
Star Clock Liddell, Yoshimi Uchida (on preorder)

I’d like to also read these unreads sitting on my bookshelf:
Orlando, Virginia Woolf
The Secret History, Donna Tartt

I am currently reading The Book of Life by C. H. B. Kitchin, which will be my first novel of the year.


I’ve dropped a lot of the potential questions in this template, but if it looks interesting to you, go check out the full set on [community profile] booknook!

Happy 2025!

Jan. 1st, 2025 10:32 am
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Happy New Year!

Unusually for me, I’m traveling over the holidays this year. I’m still gone (and mostly enjoying the slight break from being online) but I look forward to connecting again with this community’s resolution posts and roundups a little later in the month. Until then, I hope you have a wonderful start to 2025!
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This is likely going to be my last reading roundup of the year. November was a slow month, meaning that I only just finished the second of my November books today-in December! Between the US election, the US Thanksgiving holiday, and the end of the academic term, I’ve been a bit too occupied with other things to keep reading at the top of my to-do list. I look forward to a bit of extra time over the winter break, and I hope to return with a reading roundup in January. :)

There is one item of good news in all of that busyness: I have officially received tenure from my university! I’ve known that I would for a few months now, but it’s great to have that all public and announced—it confirms that I’ll get to take next year off as a sabbatical, and it’s a culminating experience for all of the work I’ve done over the past six years. This is the goal for any academic, and now I’m past it… I’m excited for the new experiences and challenges that come next! (But after my well-earned year off of teaching!)

The Great When by Alan Moore

I purchased this the day after the US election. It felt the right moment for escaping into a bit of fantasy. Alan Moore is an author that I know for his comics work—Watchmen, From Hell, and so on. I was surprised to hear that he’d written a novel (not his first, apparently!), and I was curious to know what a graphic novelist did with a prose novel.

The Great When is a portal fantasy set in London in 1949. Dennis Knuckleyard, 18, works at a used bookshop in the East End and is nobody special. However, an encounter with a used book that should not exist draws him into another world, and the quest to dispose of it, avoid the nasty types who want to steal it from him, and prevent the uninitiated from finding the magical world leads him to a host of new connections and demands that he muster a bit of bravery and competence.

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I enjoyed this book. It’s the first in a series but reads well as a standalone, and I might recommend it on that merit. I also like it as another entry into the British Boys Portal Fantasy club, especially one which meaningfully examines class through its choice of protagonist. The prose is strange for sure, and I don’t love it, but I got used to it. It reads like Moore indulging himself—he has so many outlandish descriptions, and even the non-magical sections are studded with references to literature and music and art and film and occult history. This is a man who truly loves Edwardian ghost stories and historical occultists stringing together a plot and some new characters to get to play around with their ideas, their contexts, their lives. In some ways, it has the addictive quality of reading an old pulp novel—which, all told, I think that Moore may have been pleased with.


Bertram Cope’s Year by Henry Blake Fuller

I was browsing Standard EBooks and found in the summary for this novel that it was about a gay character—and Wikipedia backed this up by calling it the first American homosexual novel! Well, that bit of notability meant I had to read it.

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Overall, this lives as a great read if one is feeling patient enough to take on character study, historical detail, and subtly-drawn relationships (at least, between Phillips, Randolph, Cope, and Lemoyne). It is not a page-turner, and it is no mystery why this book has lived on primarily in academic circles as a landmark work in the development of the queer novel.
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The Sorrows of Young Werther - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Werther is this term’s reading group book—sort of. We finished the (quite short) book by early October, and are now discussing the opera adaptation. It’s very fun! I appreciate getting to see both a text and its adaptation in close proximity, especially a text and an adaptational medium that I would never have chosen to approach on my own.

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A Glass of Blessings - Barbara Pym

Our delightful first-person narrator is Wilmet Forsyth, a 1950s middle-class London housewife in her thirties. Pym takes the basic premise of boredom with one’s marriage amidst a backdrop of neighborhood gossip and makes it a compelling piece of character work as we’re exposed to each player and their dramas through Wilmet’s judgmental eyes.

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Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh

I started this three times before it took. No one told me that Brideshead was a frame story! The first chapter, introducing us to a narrator broken down by the second world war and resurfacing long-buried memories upon revisiting Brideshead Manor, is truly very dull. I wanted a story about English social class, not a war story. It isn’t actually a war story, but you must hold out for a little while to get there.

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Decent Fellows - John Heygate

Denis Bailey attends Eton College. He’s about sixteen, short for his age, and just behind his longtime friend in moving through the school—a new term separates them as the friend joins an elite society of senior boys, leaving Denis to find new friends to share tea with. He settles on a motley bunch of slackers, all of whom are united by their families’ wealth and status. Within Eton, the impact of this is limited to what they can bring to tea or how many new suits they have made in a year; during the holidays, Denis finds out just how much their home lives diverge.

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I read a lot this month! And most of it after I finished my vacation. I can’t explain this, even given how short most of these are. I guess I was just in a reading mood.

A Passage to India, E. M. Forster
I knew this book would feel different from Forster’s other novels—it was written a decade after Maurice, the last of them, and after so many changes in Forster’s personal circumstances. I suppose that’s why I gravitated towards it last.

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I find this book challenging to recommend. So much of its context is foreign to me, and I’m guessing a reader more informed about this era of British and Indian history would pick up many things I did not. However, I do not want to under-appreciate its reflection of Forster’s values, and I would certainly want to rank it higher than A Room With a View in consideration of that. I can’t say it’s anywhere near my favorite—perhaps that makes my prior comment hypocritical. I am glad to have read it. I may need to separately reflect on the Forster Novel Reading Experience and my journey through it. I can’t believe that I’ve finished them!


A Separate Peace, John Knowles
I’ve heard that this book is commonly assigned reading for high school students in the US. It was not for me, but I can see why it would be—the omnipresence of WWII and all of the ways it shows up in the narrative would be great for teaching literary devices—but I can also see why it is no longer as favored. The other omnipresent theme is homoeroticism, and I’m not sure that the context of a modern high school is equipped to handle the discomfort of reading portrayals of romantic friendship. Perversely, it would be easier to engage with that at a time when you could issue a flat denial—they’re not gay—than at a time when you must discuss the possibility that they are.

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Overall this was a gorgeous novel and a fast read. It gets added to my pile of midcentury novels about boys in adolescence as a tapestry for examining greater social/political shifts. It is an extremely worthy addition.

I also wrote a fic for this after finishing:
A Good Sport, ~3k. Sports Men by Haruomi Hosono was the soundtrack.

Mike and Psmith, P. G. Wodehouse
I put this one off for a good long while. Do you ever encounter that sort of mental resistance, of knowing that a piece of beloved media will not land for you and so you don’t want to consume it and confirm that knowledge? I’m not letting anyone down by not connecting with a book, but as tied to broader English boarding school fandom as this one is, I still felt that unreasonable disappointment.

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Owen Wingrave, Henry James
I spied this in the [community profile] ficinabox tagset and was intrigued.

Have you ever put yourself through James’ prose? I can now say that I have. This short story was a ghost story, which I didn’t know from the outset. James’ prose, combined with the slow build towards the ghostly elements, left me wondering what exactly I was reading for a good 75% of the piece. I should have guessed it would be a ghost story, all of these Victwardian short stories seem to be, and so that one’s on me.

Anyway, a character dies in that classically abrupt ā€œa ghost did itā€ way that all these stories go, and that’s the end. My conclusion is that Henry James should not have written, and least of all ghost stories.

The Heirs of Tom Brown: The English School Story, Isabel Quigly
This was mentioned in a Tumblr post and, as it was available for two-week lending on the Internet Archive, of course I snapped it up. Quigly covers the progression of the genre through specific exemplar authors, and so I skipped and skimmed as needed. She is also extremely opinionated in her evaluation of the literary merits of these books, and sometimes I had to skim out of sheer disagreement.

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RMSE 2024

Aug. 18th, 2024 02:05 pm
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Rare Male Slash Exchange reveals!! šŸ’– I wrote two fics:

In Every Respect
Pride and Prejudice, Darcy/Wickham, 4k, Explicit

Wickham takes the living at Kympton, but becoming ordained does not cure him of his bad habits. He and Darcy develop a new ritual for clearing debts.


Something Less Familiar
Original Work, M/M, 11k, Explicit

Samuel Mendelson has recently earned his doctorate and is still finding his footing in the world of computer security research. When a tenured professor in the field makes a dickish comment after one of Sam’s talks, Sam naturally grows to hate him—but they can’t avoid each other.





RMSE remains my favorite fandom exchange of the year. There’s tons of other good works in the collection, and it’s also just been such a delight to create for. ā¤ļø
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The Beautiful Room is Empty - Edmund White

I like how Edmund White writes. His prose is filled with details that convey immediacy—it must be this time and this place and none other. Usually the type of prose I see praised is about description so fnature, or metaphors using it—your Austens and the like. White doesn’t have much of that. The closest that he gets are the times he describes bodies, especially of men he’s sleeping with. It’s more culture that earns his attention, the milieu of life in that city or town during those years. As an American whose life has touched many of those same places, albeit during different decades, I really love reading it. He is unsparing but somehow not unromantic.

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Oh, and a final note—the entire novel is written in first person POV (love this), and White avoids anyone ever addressing the narrator by name. It’s incredible, actually. The effect is so convincing. We know the character so well that we forget we have nothing to call him.

Run Away With Me, Girl - Battan

This manga has really gorgeous art. There is so much movement—the artist draws hair with particular personality—but also volume. The characters are sort of weightless, allowing them to flow across the panels, but their bodies curve and take up space on each page in a way that I don’t often see in manga. It’s very compelling, as so much of the story depends on our ability to empathize with them, so letting their physical forms be the tableau through which the story is told (as opposed to more typical backgrounds or objects or action+SFX-type movement) is effective at creating that empathy.

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Overall, a great read, not too long, and I recommend it to anyone who is intrigued by lesbian identity drama with a hard-earned romance and great art.

Mansfield Park - Jane Austen

I did not finish this around the halfway mark. I want to be upfront that this was not about a dislike of Fanny, though she does not generally appeal to me. The book was too slow-paced for me overall, and though I suspect that the drama at its climax would be interesting (Henry being dastardly, Tom being ill), I was still so far off from it that the slog did not seem worthwhile.

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Anyway, a break from Austen for me. Back onto Forster, my last of his novels, and either more Edmund White or some Alan Hollinghurst to follow.
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Two books this past month, both starting with the letter ā€˜P.’

How was your June? Here, June marks the first full month of summer on campus: almost empty buildings, no meetings, no events. The bagpipers practice out on the quad in the afternoon. I spend the evenings thinking I can still hear the sound of pipes. I also traveled and hand a wonderful time visiting a great friend. ā¤ļø

Piranesi - Susanna Clarke
I associate Susanna Clarke with JSMN, which I haven’t read, but which a good friend dragged around for what felt like a year in middle school. It was probably a month, but time works differently when you’re twelve. JSMN is a brick, and I don’t read bricks—but when a friend indicated that Piranesi was more reasonably-sized, I decided to give it a read.

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Generally I would recommend Piranesi, and I expect that I will consider future works from Clarke, as long as they’re also more conventionally-sized.

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
This is a book that I thought I would never read. Such is the power of friendship, I guess, that I’ve ended up here.

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My primary reaction to finishing this is to think, well, I’ve done it! It feels like one of those life milestones, like living alone for the first time, or perhaps buying a vehicle. I have read Pride and Prejudice. I think it will be useful to have done so, so I’m glad that I did.
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So many things to link today! First, two fics that I posted this week:

To the Cuckoo, a crossover between Howards End and A Room With a View

Would that I lay there, for The Poe Clan

It feels good to post those! I am so out of practice. I remember that posting got easier the more that I was doing it—less anxiety about the summary or title or tags, more confidence in judging when a project is good enough to ship. I am going to keep working on rebuilding the habit.




I am a fan of a handful of YouTube video essayists. It’s not a big part of my entertainment—the publication rate for the people I watch has dropped to about one video per year, which is honestly more than reasonable when considering the amount of work that goes into producing these hour-plus videos. I watch about four long video essays a year.

I Don’t Know James Rolfe - Dan Olson


Reflecting on creative success and self-mythologies

Olson breaks down the career of one of YouTube’s biggest earlier stars, James Rolfe (The Angry Video Game Nerd), mostly through the lens of Rolfe’s self-published autobiography and a behind-the-scenes video tour of Rolfe’s recording space. This is an interestingly lo-fi premise for a YouTube takedown video. Rolfe has already had those made about him, eviscerating his business decisions and in particular focusing on a plagiarism scandal (that he has acknowledged and apologized for). Or I’ve seen people focus on Rolfe’s brand of gross-out juvenile humor, which might have been crassly funny in 2006 with his audience of mostly 13-24 year old men, but is now just kind of sad. These are both valid avenues of critique, and there are others as well, but they’ve been done before. Olson would be retreading old territory to focus on them.

The angle that he chose is so much more compelling to me because what he chooses to interrogate is not whether Rolfe’s videos are Good (he pretty easily dismisses them as bad), but what we can learn by thinking about their production. Olson is a self-identified gearhead when it comes to film equipment. He sticks on the bizarre choices that Rolfe has made in constructing the set where he records his videos: the cramped layout, the amateur camera mounts, etc. He contrasts that with standard professional practice. But as he goes along, he starts to bring in elements from the Rolfe autobiography, and you learn how Rolfe positions himself as very specifically a filmmaker, not a YouTuber. Olson’s dissection of this identity is worth watching if it sounds interesting—there’s a lot of work going into the visual representation of this argument through his shot composition.

The end result feels extremely personal. Olson doesn’t interrogate one of his YouTube peers without recognizing that the same critical lens must be applied to himself. He ends on that note in a gag sign-off, but to me, the theme was overwhelming throughout. What does it mean to have gone to film school and dreamed of your career in traditional filmmaking terms and reached success (financial stability, large audience, etc.), but on YouTube instead of in the movie industry? Olson and Rolfe are both old enough that YouTube didn’t exist when they were 18 and picking out college majors. They are not the current youngest generation of internet celebrities, who could have envisioned their career goals in terms of follower counts and specific platforms. They were inspired by examples from a fundamentally different format.

Rolfe seemingly continues to define himself against the old ways. He makes films, never mind that his features are posted directly to YouTube and are not the main attraction of his channel. Olson… it’s not as clear, except that he’s aware of this tension and recognizes himself as a YouTuber. But is that in addition to being a filmmaker? If he allows it for himself and not Rolfe, what does he see as the distinguishing factors? I don’t think he should have presented an answer to those questions, so I’m glad that he didn’t—it would invite unnecessary drama into what is much more interesting as an open question about the myths we construct around ourselves.
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Dear author, I’m so excited for this year’s RMSE! Each one of my requested ships is something I would be delighted to see, so I’m so grateful that you’ve offered it or taken up my pinch hit. :) Please have fun!

Likes:

First and second person POV, Slice of life, Domesticity, Older characters, Romance, Realism, Complicated feelings, Bed-sharing/forced proximity, Kissing, Smut, Body-part kinks (hand, foot, armpit, etc.), Impotence/sexual dysfunction, Frottage, Rimming, Manual/oral/anal sex, Coming too soon, Awkwardness and embarrassment during sex (especially first time), Cuddling, Crossdressing, Lush descriptions of bodies and clothing, Body hair, Loyalty, Strong and deeply-felt relationships, Bad characters shown as both bad and mundane/regular people, Introspection, Time and place as important to the characters and story, Sex before love or as a path to love, Reunions

DNW:

Noncon, Dubcon, Major Character Death, BDSM, Mpreg, Omegaverse, Setting change AUs, Sexual relationships for pre-pubescent characters, Non-canonical permanent injury, Body horror, Sexual humiliation or degradation, Unrequested pairings, Unrequested identity headcanons, Epistolary, Outsider POV, Script format, Threesomes/moresomes, Teacher-student

Bartimaeus - Jonathan Stroud
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Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
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Crossover Fandom
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Henry Henry - Allen Bratton
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The Hill - Horace Annesley Vachell
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The Longest Journey - E. M. Forster
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Happy Friday!

Writing this week went well. Partly, I must be conscious in telling myself that—the longer I have this hobby, the more I come to recognize the continual adjustment of expectations inherent in it. This week I wrote around two thousand words of fic, and in my journal, a few thousand more words of planning notes for various fics. This is not what my writing used to look like. It used to be more straightforwardly words on the page, which would all eventually get published ±revisions.

But I have tentatively finished the Tibby/Cecil fic. I’ve only just written the ending, and I need to reread and edit that, and also reread and edit the whole thing. Writing for Good Literature has that effect on me. I mean, I’d reread anything before posting at least once, to catch typos at a minimum, but I put more pressure on myself to pick through my phrasing and themes when the original novel was thoughtful in that way. Perhaps I need to write some PWP to loosen back up a bit!

I put in my RMSE slate, though I need to write prompts for the new fandoms and consider whether to add one or two more requests. This is a tagset where I could easily max out both my offer and request slots! Truly amazing selection of ships, and I’m not even the nominator for all of them. :D I can tell I will have a fun time revisiting the signups page over the coming week.
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I have made progress on my Tibby/Cecil fic, though it feels slow—probably down to the research. I hit a few dead-ends during canon review and while looking at academic sources. Cecil is so uniformly described as shallow, judgmental, and nearly nothing else that I realized my job would be to invent a version of him nearly whole-cloth; I used to have the energy for that sort of thing and I wonder at my past self. How did I manage? (Across multiple stories is the answer, I think. It’s a much bigger challenge to do that work in a single short fic. Necessarily, I cannot answer every question.)

I plan to spend the weekend on finishing it up, in order to set the draft aside. I’ve got other fics I’d like to write as well!

[community profile] raremaleslashex remains my favorite exchange on the calendar. I’ve spent all week looking at the nominations page. Signups can’t come soon enough.
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  • Writing this week: drafted an exchange fic for my first exchange in many months! This is the longest piece of creative writing I’ve done since before the spring term, I think. Wild how much that saps my time and focus, something I somehow manage to forget at the start of each new term. I’ve also started on a just-for-me fic, the Forster crossover Tibby/Cecil which I mentioned in my last reading roundup. It is… just dialogue for now. This is one for which I need a bit of canon review!


  • On that canon review: so the first step I took was to search the web for Tibby and Cecil’s names together and click through old blog posts and academic work, as one does. I read a 50-page MA thesis which seemed so promising—it was about effeminate men in Forster, with Tibby and Cecil as its two examples!—but which steadfastly denied homosexual interpretations of the two characters and disagreed with all prior literature suggesting we read them as gay. D: Why must the work specifically about these two reject homosexuality so staunchly? (I mean, I can guess why. I was just surprised to see it in a literary analysis about how Forster played with gender identity.)

    At least the author cited a bunch of other literature to disagree with it calling Tibby and Cecile gay!

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The academic term is over and thus began summer reading. Probably a bit too much, to be honest; it's not as though I haven't had other responsibilities for the past month! But this was overall a really enjoyable crop of books, and I'm excited to get to talk about them.

Jeremy at Crale by Hugh Seymour Walpole

I got the tip to move ahead to this third book in the series from [personal profile] edwardianspinsteraunt, thank you for that! To be very honest, I read this at the beginning of April, but my other April reads got their own posts and so I have lumped this in with the May group.

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The author called out a Talbot Baines Reed book in the foreword (The Cock-House at Fellsgarth), and I tried that as well but DNF’ed around 20% through. I will likely try to return to it later, it was just… straightforwardly a boys’ school adventure, nothing particularly slashy about it. My first Talbot Baines Reed disappointment, and I’m afraid the likely trend of his remaining school novels, judging by the quick skims I gave them. Fifth Form and My Friend Smith might be the only slashy ones.

Idylls of the Queen by Phyllis Ann Karr

This was in an exchange tagset (for an exchange I ultimately didn't join), but I knew I'd seen it discussed on meme and, after Middlemarch and Henry Henry, I wanted something lighter to enjoy. I really enjoyed it! Good choice, past self.

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Persuasion by Jane Austen

I read this alongside [personal profile] yletylyf and at her prompting, which I'm grateful for! I've probably never read Austen before (there's something I owned in high school, but I can't recall what or if I actually read it). I'm glad for the pushing, which helped me realize both that Austen's novels are not as long as I feared, and also that they're a very clear influence on Forster, which I love. I will make an effort to read at least one more this summer, ahead of the Austen Exchange.

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Howards End by E. M. Forster

During my debate about which Forster to read next, I found an old copy of this at a local antiquarian store, and that decided it for me. (I picked up a pretty specialty printing of A Passage to India during a recent trip, so I'll say that the ordering worked out!) I didn't know much about it going in and I wonder how it would have felt if I did—this is a novel I want to revisit in a few years' time, as I expect it offers a great deal to the rereader.

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Middlemarch is the kind of novel which I would usually resign myself to never reading. It's monstrously long and truly that's the biggest hurdle, above any other considerations—I never read any single story so long. But it came up as a reading group at my workplace and, given the opportunity to be peer-pressured into finishing, I took it.

I'm very glad I did! I did not, strictly, speaking, enjoy Middlemarch. It's comprised of eight installments, called books, and there are a few of those that I had to drag myself through in order to finish. Book... five? Six? The one in which we get mostly election gossip when the character of Mr. Brooke pursues a seat in parliament—I could not tell you what happens for many dozens of pages there. I know he's mocked during a speech, but the rest of it, eh! And I think that's okay.


Many more words

I am so glad that I got to read this as part of a group. We met five times throughout and discussed along the way. The project was meant to simulate the serialized release schedule of the original publication run. Discussing with a group each month helped me pay so much more attention to the development of each storyline than I would have if I'd somehow pushed through alone! Everyone brought their own perspective to the meeting, and people focused on different moments or character beats. I feel like I got a much fuller understanding of a still very dense novel, and knowing that I would be discussing it helped me slow down and note Eliot's writing at a sentence level, which was rewarding! She's funny, biting, observant, and moralizing all at turn.

Sir James took out his handkerchief and began to bite the corner.


And although ~1870 is earlier than most of my Victorian reading, it was still striking to compare her tone to someone like F. W. Farrar. Especially in the early books of Middlemarch, you can see Eliot using a first-person narrator at the ends of chapters to drive home a lesson, much like Farrar, but with very different directions as to the moral weight of characters' actions!

For my part I have some fellow-feeling with Dr. Sprague: one’s self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated.


Speaking of the characters—there are a ton of them. Middlemarch was pitched to me as a slow novel with a lot of very careful character portraits, which were great at capturing real types of people and real types of behavior. It is not a sensation novel, and not moved by a single plot or single lead. I think that's mostly true! We meet so many people, and I'd name a bunch of them as very important: Dorothea Brooke, Mr Casaubon, Will Ladislaw, Fred Vincy, Mary Garth (and her father Caleb), Tertius Lydgate, Rosamond Vincy... I'm leaving out Mr Feathersone, though he was also instrumental to the first half of the novel, and characters like Mr Brooke or Mr Bulstrode, whose arcs are not romantic in nature but do move the romantic players around the board. And all of these characters have families: spouses, children, siblings, cousins. There are townspeople whose names recur throughout many books, sometimes with gaps in between, such that keeping them all straight proved impossible for me! Another reason to be grateful for having a discussion group.

To oversimplify, I'd characterize the novel as about three women's marriage prospects: Dorothea, Mary, and Rosamond, all of whom are in their late teens or early twenties for the two years of the novel. They all do end the story married, though how many times, and how they got there, look very different. Contrasting them seems to be encouraged! It also encouraged me to pick favorites, lol.

Mary Solid throughout and solidly well-liked by me. She's stable, intelligent, and knows what her own boundaries are. My reading group puts that down to her being the only child of a happy, loving marriage—the best marriage in the book!—and watching her wait for Fred Vincy to become a respectable man was rewarding. Her most interesting moment comes early, when she is the caretaker for old Mr. Featherstone and she refuses to become entangled in the drama of his will. For the second half of Middlemarch I found her arc inevitable, and no longer particularly exciting, though I did feel for Mr. Farebrother when Mary rejects his implied offer of marriage. But also, Fred was too clearly on the rebound then, and too clearly fated for eventual marriage to Mary.

Dorothea Fantastic turnaround. I despised her in book one! Her sister, Celia, was so much more compelling to me. The way that Celia pushes for their deceased mother's jewelry, and the sister relationship there, was incredibly interesting. Celia drops off in interest after that, Dorothea marries an obviously terrible choice and is miserable and surprised about that, and then is surprised that another young man (her husband's cousin lol) considers her attractive. Mostly I found myself wanting to take her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. Yes, she was drawn to be a naĆÆve and unworldly character, but knowing that did not make it less frustrating! So I thought I'd quietly resent her until the end—except that she does have a lovely moment of character growth in the final book, demonstrating her willingness to exert her sense of moral justice even when the men in her life are urging her against it. It was lovely! It's really unfortunate that I found her second husband Will, that younger cousin, so much less compelling by the time they got together. I wanted him to prove he wasn't actually a dilettante, and he never really did.

Rosamond Well. I wished cholera on Rosamond during one of our discussions, so. God, what a miserable character! She's vain and shallow and refuses to take responsibility for her own choices. My dislike of her was very strong; I admit I probably read her husband, Lydgate, more sympathetically in response to that. I felt terrible for him. What an awful marriage. I didn't think I could find a marriage worse than that of Dorothea and Casaubon, but then Rosamond and Lydgate came along to prove me wrong. There's a line to exemplify Rosamond's character which I think bears quoting:

In fact there was but one person in Rosamond’s world whom she did not regard as blameworthy, and that was the graceful creature with blond plaits and with little hands crossed before her, who had never expressed herself unbecomingly, and had always acted for the best—the best naturally being what she best liked.


Partway through (around the end of book five) I was so compelled by the contrast between two of the younger men, Ladislaw and Lydgate, that I sat down and wrote fic about it:

To Like What We Are Given, Ladislaw/Lydgate

I would not call this a slashy book, nor a femslashy one. It really is all about the m/f marriages and marriage prospects. But the effect of reading the book in parts was that when Ladislaw and Lydgate are both miserable about their desired women in roughly the middle of the story, they are briefly compelling together—Lydgate is miserable in his impulsive marriage, which has just begun to encounter the crises of their very different dispositions towards wealth and social standing; Ladislaw has idealized his attraction to the widowed and unattainable Dorothea, with whom he imagines perfect happiness and synchronicity. I loved the idea of Lydgate being infuriated by that idealism and attempting to dim Ladislaw's bright star, while also releasing some of his tension through extramarital sex.

Of course, by the end of the novel, this was no longer as interesting to me. Their characters move in different directions and that brief moment of contrast and tension becomes less striking. I'm glad I got the chance to write that before book eight + the epilogue sucked the wind out of my sails!


Overall, I can't rightly recommend Middlemarch as a reading experience, because I recognize that most people would be undertaking it alone. (I'm not volunteering for a reread!) It was fantastic to read and discuss as a group. It's an odyssey to do without that support, I'm sure. The colleague who ran the group said that they had stopped teaching Middlemarch—that even with a month dedicated to reading it during a course, students struggled with the length and breadth of the novel and didn't learn much from it, on average. I can see why it would be so difficult to teach! But I'm very glad to have the experience, and it's great context for the rest of my 19th century reading, and also I get to understand a classic Smiths lyric. ;) Totally worth the investment.
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Henry Henry, by Allen Bratton, is modern queer litfic. It’s also an adaptation (of Shakespeare’s Henriad), or fanfic. Most importantly, it’s great.

I’m not overly-familiar with the original Shakespeare. I loved the novel without getting any specific references, and I’m sure it benefits from being read by someone who has that sort of love for the material which inspired it. But it holds up without, and the writing is that beautiful sort of prose which grounds a story in specific detail. It’s set in the recent past, mostly 2014, and documents its version of 2014 like historical fiction. I like the choice not to make it exactly contemporary with when it was written… there’s space for me to wonder what became of the characters during the past decade. Hal Lancaster (Henry V), our POV character, is around my age—did he kick his drug habit for good? Does he commit to his off-and-on relationship? Does he hold down a job? Get therapy, outlive his father, connect with any of his siblings? I don’t know, of course, but I enjoy having the room to speculate and the investment to hope.

My comments below are medium-spoilery. I hit the broad strokes of what happens but not specific events.


Adaptations and Fanfic

There was a conversation about Shakespearean fanfic, or the relative lack of, on FFA recently. A nonny was wondering at the relative smallness of those fandoms. Many of the responses pointed to the professional work based on Shakespeare, and how frequently we see adaptations, as reasons why there isn’t much fic.

So with the memory of that in mind, I spent the past few days reading this novel looking for whether and how it would work as fic. I think it would? I find myself wanting to say it’s not written as fic, but I don’t know exactly what I mean by that. The prose doesn’t match the usual that I see in fandom, I suppose. But it is the sort of prose I strive for in my fic, so that’s one strike against me. The sex scenes mostly don’t read as titillating, though some do… and they are graphic, even when short. Perhaps if Bratton had used the word ā€˜cock’ more? In the litfic adaptation of a classic category, it’s very low-plot—fic of this length would most usually do something more extravagant. There wasn’t even a death. But, again, if this is what I like to write in my own fic, is that truly outside the realm of fanfic?

I think this is inherently an introspective question for me. What makes something fic-like is a question I have wrestled with wrt my own writing since I began doing it, and it dredges up all sorts of spectres: OOC, canon compliance, things of that nature. Henry Henry, if it is fanfic, is the sort of fanfic I want to write—a story that eschews the idea that any particular part of the original is sacred, and whose goal is simply to create something new that is also good. This one happens to belong to the world of professional publishing and so is called an adaptation; I’m glad it exists, whatever its form.



Nothing Ever Happens

For a novel with so much drug use, family strife, and even a shooting accident, nothing really happens during the year-and-change we follow Hal Lancaster. He loses some weight and gains it back, coinciding with using coke then going back off of it. He does get shot in the face, but even the drama of that initial scene quickly recedes behind the mundanity of outpatient surgery. Death looms over the novel, but it’s the deaths of the past generations: a grandfather, a mother, an uncle. They are long dead, and the one who might join them, Hal’s father Henry, resolutely does not. He deteriorates, maybe. He might have already been deteriorated when we met him. Hal’s never certain of the severity of any of his health crises. They are all terrible and inconsequential at the same time.

I loved this. I love when a story shuffles its characters around the board and they end up mostly back in the same places as they started because it makes me examine what impact their journeys have had, if anything. I think that Hal comes out of the novel changed. I think he has turned the corner on processing his childhood sexual abuse, I think he’s likely to use fewer drugs if not drink less, and I think he has something more hopeful happening with his romantic life than he did when we met him. But I also deeply appreciate that none of this is confirmed: we don’t get a glorious moment of death, of Hal outliving his father and assuming the title of Duke of Lancaster and either making it his own or at least carrying the weight of it. We don’t know how, if ever, it will happen. Hal could return to hard partying and die before his father in this modern AU. Or, on the romantic front, maybe Hal doesn’t end up with the man he’s seeing for most of the novel, and maybe he does bow to tradition and marry a woman of acceptable status in order to keep up appearances. I don’t know! I like that I don’t know. It reflects the uncertainty of his life. It would be tonally wrong to know.

Reading this reminds me of the value of style and theme and character. Without a big third-act crisis (there’s a family wedding that might count, but only in the way that any drunken argument might count), the book relies more on its writing to keep you coming along. Chapter 30 is this for me. The narration shifts for just this one chapter, from a close 3rd person following Hal to second person (my favorite; no wonder this worked for me!) as another character narrates a story to Hal. For just this one chapter near the end we become the character we’ve been following and sit in his place for the course of a single evening. I can’t even say that the story we’re told in this chapter clears very much up. It doesn’t answer big questions or prompt radical change in Hal’s behavior. He remains drunk, unreliable, and wary of connections. Those are things too big to shift in the span of one evening or even one year. But it was emotionally cathartic to join with Hal for this stretch of a dozen pages, after all of the time we’d spent getting to know him and his problems, and then leaving that perspective for the remaining few chapters of the novel was the process of saying goodbye and trusting Hal to—to start going somewhere different. To exist without us watching him.



A Short Note on Top/Bottom Roles

I’m putting this in purely for my own amusement. When I read In Memoriam last year, I noted what I considered a silly passage where the narrative justifies the physically larger character bottoming for the smaller one. It felt like an unfortunate post you’d see in fandom spaces, or a not-great paragraph in a fic. I stand by that judgment.

By contrast, Henry Henry makes no comment on having Hal, physically larger than his partner Percy, bottom during their penetrative sex. It comes up obliquely much later, after we’ve gotten many such sex scenes, at a high society party. One of the guests from their parents’ generation makes a homophobic joke which assumes that the smaller Percy must be the bottom, and Hal, absorbing the social awkwardness of the moment, jokes back in a way that confirms this (incorrect) assumption.

It was Hal's charge now to demonstrate graciousness, even though it would require him, in this circumstance, to undergo real humiliation, and to put Percy through it too. He only did it because Percy looked like he might be about to ask the man what he meant by that.


It’s an unpleasant encounter for both Hal and Percy, leaving the more-recently-out Percy unhappy, and in that context we get this lovely line:

Percy was upset for the rest of the night. Hal forgave him, for he was grieving the permanent and total loss of his masculinity.


That is how you acknowledge assumptions about top/bottom stereotypes, imo.


Overall I would strongly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys queer modern-day stories which deal with heavy topics (I have mentioned sexual abuse and drug use/addiction, but the book also involves a lot of religion and class issues). I haven’t gushed about how much I adore the main romantic relationship or the sibling relationship between Hal and his younger sister. There’s also a lot in here, perhaps predictably, for people who like to read about terrible fathers and the weight of familial expectations. It’s good, and it’s a lot to process—I think I will be continuing to process this one for months.