Not Fun Day
May. 11th, 2010 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I arrived at my car-service appointment at 8:30 this morning, anticipating a couple of hours spent in the dealership waiting room while routine maintenance was completed. Eight and a half hours and $1450 (about 1150 euros) later, I emerged, awash with at least six gallons of bad car-dealership coffee and now owning a new timing belt and water pump. Argh. It's a good thing I had a 450-page novel with me. (I had little choice but to sit there; the dealership is 25 miles from my home and not near anything worth walking to.)
And now I see that
hp_beholder is on hiatus until Friday. I had been hoping that the posting would be completed before I had to go to my brother's next week and endure six mostly internet-free days. (Sometimes I can log in to a neighbor's internet for a few minutes, so I'm hopeful.)
Bummers, these.
I have nearly finished the 450-page novel (one of the books I purchased on my trip yesterday, which was a damn sight more fun than today, let me tell you.) The novel is called The Biograph Girl by William Mann. Basically, it's RPF, based extremely loosely on the life of Florence Lawrence, whom history calls the "first movie star." I'm not a huge fan of RPF, but I am a huge film history buff, particularly of the silent era, so I thought I'd give it a try (I was glad to see that someone else besides me has heard of Lawrence). Mann's a film historian who specializes in queer film history, and I've read some of his nonfiction. The novel is interesting and has several strong women in it and a bit of nice lesbian subtext, but I can't say it really sucked me in to its world. Too much of it read like, "and now you see the fruits of my research into silent film history." Still, it held my attention for eight-plus hours.
And now I have some Minerva/Wilhelmina fic to read and some leftover Indian food to eat, so I'm feeling a bit more chipper.
And now I see that
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Bummers, these.
I have nearly finished the 450-page novel (one of the books I purchased on my trip yesterday, which was a damn sight more fun than today, let me tell you.) The novel is called The Biograph Girl by William Mann. Basically, it's RPF, based extremely loosely on the life of Florence Lawrence, whom history calls the "first movie star." I'm not a huge fan of RPF, but I am a huge film history buff, particularly of the silent era, so I thought I'd give it a try (I was glad to see that someone else besides me has heard of Lawrence). Mann's a film historian who specializes in queer film history, and I've read some of his nonfiction. The novel is interesting and has several strong women in it and a bit of nice lesbian subtext, but I can't say it really sucked me in to its world. Too much of it read like, "and now you see the fruits of my research into silent film history." Still, it held my attention for eight-plus hours.
And now I have some Minerva/Wilhelmina fic to read and some leftover Indian food to eat, so I'm feeling a bit more chipper.