I saw that this was up on Christmas Eve, but at this penultimate point in the story, I wanted to re-read the entire series before I gulped the latest one down, so I didn't read it then. I saved it until I had time to read the whole thing.
So yesterday, I stocked up on tea, smokes, and Christmas cookies, put on the kettle and my supercuddly terrycloth robe, and settled in for a good read. And oh boy oh boy, do you guys deliver a good read! You (pl.) are extremely competent in all things, but most especially in the two things that matter most to me:
1) Your Jack is my Jack, the one who lives in my heart; 2) The syntax and word choices you make are incredibly lovely, almost poetic, but never overburdened with 'style'. Simply beautiful. Your sentences sing.
I re-read everything, savoring, in tears again at times (oh, Nine!!), and then about 9 o'clock I finally got to the latest installment...
...and you went there. Oh dear god, you went there. I knew in the back of my mind you were gonna, but I'd been living in denial, because I truly, madly, deeply abhor the "canon" FoB storyline. It's last-minute, tacked-on, half-assed fanboy crap, and I hate it to the marrow of my bones. Gah, I won't bore you with the dozen ways in which it Does Not Make Sense, because I'm sure you've thought of all of them already. (And he's ugly. Call me shallow, but I can't get past the fact that he's fugly as all hell.)
But then you did the impossible, of course: you made me like it. You bitches.
You hooked me with the flirting and the salacious tentacle-waving. You made me giggle with the Face surrounding himself with tasty little Ianto-like worshippers At His Service, even though he'd forgotten the original model. I retched and cried along with Ianto at the thought of our Jack turning into that. And then you totally sucked me in when you started playing with memory and stories, because...well, yeah. Memory. Stories.
The FoB being an uber-wise, self-sacrificing, immortal bizarro celebrity as he is in canon, is just a great big flaming bore. But turning him into the Farenheit 451 Project for the entire universe? Him offering himself to all comers, to remember their own little stories so that they'd live far beyond their own little lifetimes?
That's just...just...Fucking Awesome, is what that is!
And the bit at the end when Ianto is obsessed with Jack's hands, and Jack interprets it as Ianto having seen someone being tortured, was incredibly poignant. Lovely.
I can't thank you guys enough! This is my favorite Jack/Ianto story ever, and I'm so very glad you wrote it. Bless.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Best. Present. Ever.
Date: 2008-12-30 05:18 pm (UTC)So yesterday, I stocked up on tea, smokes, and Christmas cookies, put on the kettle and my supercuddly terrycloth robe, and settled in for a good read. And oh boy oh boy, do you guys deliver a good read! You (pl.) are extremely competent in all things, but most especially in the two things that matter most to me:
1) Your Jack is my Jack, the one who lives in my heart;
2) The syntax and word choices you make are incredibly lovely, almost poetic, but never overburdened with 'style'. Simply beautiful. Your sentences sing.
I re-read everything, savoring, in tears again at times (oh, Nine!!), and then about 9 o'clock I finally got to the latest installment...
...and you went there. Oh dear god, you went there. I knew in the back of my mind you were gonna, but I'd been living in denial, because I truly, madly, deeply abhor the "canon" FoB storyline. It's last-minute, tacked-on, half-assed fanboy crap, and I hate it to the marrow of my bones. Gah, I won't bore you with the dozen ways in which it Does Not Make Sense, because I'm sure you've thought of all of them already. (And he's ugly. Call me shallow, but I can't get past the fact that he's fugly as all hell.)
But then you did the impossible, of course: you made me like it. You bitches.
You hooked me with the flirting and the salacious tentacle-waving. You made me giggle with the Face surrounding himself with tasty little Ianto-like worshippers At His Service, even though he'd forgotten the original model. I retched and cried along with Ianto at the thought of our Jack turning into that. And then you totally sucked me in when you started playing with memory and stories, because...well, yeah. Memory. Stories.
The FoB being an uber-wise, self-sacrificing, immortal bizarro celebrity as he is in canon, is just a great big flaming bore. But turning him into the Farenheit 451 Project for the entire universe? Him offering himself to all comers, to remember their own little stories so that they'd live far beyond their own little lifetimes?
That's just...just...Fucking Awesome, is what that is!
And the bit at the end when Ianto is obsessed with Jack's hands, and Jack interprets it as Ianto having seen someone being tortured, was incredibly poignant. Lovely.
I can't thank you guys enough! This is my favorite Jack/Ianto story ever, and I'm so very glad you wrote it. Bless.