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kelly_chamblissArgh! I just spend over 40 minutes typing a review for one of the best stories I've read in ages. . .and somehow I managed to erase it. I simply can't corral the energy I'd need to recreate it, since the story was so powerful that writing the review made me relive it.
So I will try to make small amends to the author by giving this fic one of the strongest recs I can. It's everything I read HP for: brilliant insights, impeccable characterizations, world-building of impressive skill and ability. There's such depth, texture, and complexity to this story that I still feel caught in the grip of its world. It's my own world of Muggle recliner and American living room that seems unreal to me now.
Anyway. . .go, right now, and read Scenes From a Very Special Friendship byfeatherxquill.
It's an Amelia Bones, Alastor Moody friendship story -- and an excellent one -- but it's also so much more than that. It's a political thriller, it's a lesbian romance, it's an adventure story, it's an historical epic. It's only the third fanfic that has ever brought me to tears.
It's brilliant.
Here's a teaser paragraph, where Amelia and Alastor discuss Copernicus Thwaites, a comic book hero of their youth:
“Constant vigilance?” Amelia smiled, though the expression was somewhat uneasy. “Now you sound like an old comic book.”
Alastor looked away. “Thwaites never lost an eye to some idiot with overzealous reflexes.”
“Well,” said Amelia, as gently as she could, “he was a fictional character.”
Copernicus Thwaites, smoking cigars and saving the world from criminals. They’d done the latter, all right. Amelia had worked from the control rooms with her maps and charts and intelligence networks, and had been promoted through the ranks faster than anyone for her effort: Deputy Head of Aurors at 55. And Moody, Senior Auror, with more Death Eater arrests to his name than anyone, hailed in the Prophet as one of the most skilled and deadly in his profession. They could have their own comic book, only comic book heroes were never left for dead by their organisations for political reasons. They weren’t scarred and paranoid men with missing eyes. They weren’t overweight lesbians with monocles who gave up smoking because they wanted their nieces to know at least one of their older relatives. She and Alastor had both survived the war and they’d both done their jobs, but none of it had come without sacrifice and pointless loss. Comic book heroes never lost anything pointlessly.
(Feather, dear, sorry about the review. I loved it all.)
So I will try to make small amends to the author by giving this fic one of the strongest recs I can. It's everything I read HP for: brilliant insights, impeccable characterizations, world-building of impressive skill and ability. There's such depth, texture, and complexity to this story that I still feel caught in the grip of its world. It's my own world of Muggle recliner and American living room that seems unreal to me now.
Anyway. . .go, right now, and read Scenes From a Very Special Friendship by
featherxquill.It's an Amelia Bones, Alastor Moody friendship story -- and an excellent one -- but it's also so much more than that. It's a political thriller, it's a lesbian romance, it's an adventure story, it's an historical epic. It's only the third fanfic that has ever brought me to tears.
It's brilliant.
Here's a teaser paragraph, where Amelia and Alastor discuss Copernicus Thwaites, a comic book hero of their youth:
“Constant vigilance?” Amelia smiled, though the expression was somewhat uneasy. “Now you sound like an old comic book.”
Alastor looked away. “Thwaites never lost an eye to some idiot with overzealous reflexes.”
“Well,” said Amelia, as gently as she could, “he was a fictional character.”
Copernicus Thwaites, smoking cigars and saving the world from criminals. They’d done the latter, all right. Amelia had worked from the control rooms with her maps and charts and intelligence networks, and had been promoted through the ranks faster than anyone for her effort: Deputy Head of Aurors at 55. And Moody, Senior Auror, with more Death Eater arrests to his name than anyone, hailed in the Prophet as one of the most skilled and deadly in his profession. They could have their own comic book, only comic book heroes were never left for dead by their organisations for political reasons. They weren’t scarred and paranoid men with missing eyes. They weren’t overweight lesbians with monocles who gave up smoking because they wanted their nieces to know at least one of their older relatives. She and Alastor had both survived the war and they’d both done their jobs, but none of it had come without sacrifice and pointless loss. Comic book heroes never lost anything pointlessly.
(Feather, dear, sorry about the review. I loved it all.)
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Date: 2011-10-26 12:36 am (UTC)