Books
Okay, so it’s not actually a
book. It never will be a book. It possibly has enough material to fill
a book of short stories.
So, I have some blogs that
I read. No one I know. Mostly I look for analysis, criticism, thought on
fiction and the occasional fanfic.
At some point in all that
meandering, Anna started her Noire Buffy fic in her Dream blog.
She started in the middle.
This wonderful noireish image of Sunnydale cast in eternal black and white
celluloid darkness. The Scoobies as Resistance fighters against this Nzai-esk
Demon invasion.
Then she paused, because
all this was set two season in the future. So, she wrote the bridging season.
Filled in a universe of back story and angst. Now at last the stories begin
to bridge together.
It’s delicious and vivid.
The characters aren’t so much true to the series as they are true to the
selves that they would be if in a film noire movie. Everyone is slightly;
well, darker is not quite right, grainier. They swear. They drink. Spike
is an evil son of a bitch (did I mention the swearing), but never the less
still a fool for love. Willow is drunk on magic. Power. Tara has no idea
how to un-co-depend. Xander, my God Xander. I just finished the
Winter Soldier, the latest in the series and he takes this wonderful
downward plunge. It makes sense. It’s in character. It is the manifestation
of all his demon issues. It is a winter of the soul, not because it’s the
wrong thing to do, but because it so clearly illustrates that if we seek
to fight monster, we must take care not to become the monster. Quazi Nitche
for quazi WWII.
In keeping with her blog,
Anna writes with this wonderful dreamlike snse. The moon in her universe
seems so luminous. The road bends and curves so intriguingly as we drive
through the night. The wind blowing softly. Emotions lie close to the surface.
The skin is thin. All the better to feel.
Take a look if you want to
meander by pale moonlight.
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