trinityofone

I know I don't leave you enough feedback; a lot of the time, you leave me sort of foolishly speechless. I just want to say, in a phase of my fannish life when I nearly can't *bear* to read John/Rodney anymore because my eyes glaze over after having read 4,488 versions of the same goddamn story in the last four months, everything you write is a minor revelation. Everything you write reveals this amazing attention to detail and a genuine love for exploring dusty corners and weird moments and the lure of the unexpected. I know from your love of epigrams that you're a poetry fan, and your work always strikes me as poetic in its substance if not its form -- I think about Louis MacNeice's "World is crazier and more of it than we think, incorrigably plural" or Auden's "Honour the fate you are, traveling and tormented, dialectic and bizarre." Nothing you do feels dishonestly knee-jerk or smoothed-over; whatever questions you ask yourself to get the story moving, you're faithful to all the way through no matter what. Which is all just a way of saying, the idea of Rodney having to conquer his fear of being disruptive is so wonky that few other writers would have entertained it, and most all of them would have done it badly. You take it seriously, in all its contradictions, and what might have been a tacked-on obligatory-blowjob ending fits so perfectly into who Rodney has become and is becoming that it feels like the perfect summation.

To wit: you rock.