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Rereading The Ladies of Grace Adieu
"He is blushing," said Jonathan Strange, raising his eyes from the newspaper. "We have come, Henry, with the sole purpose of seeing Miss Parbringer (of whom you write so much) and when we have seen her, we will go away again."
"Indeed? Well, I hope to invite Mrs Field and her niece to meet you at the earliest opportunity."
"Oh, there is no need to trouble yourself," said Strange, "for we have brought telescopes. We will stand at bedroom windows and spy her out, as she goes about the village."
Strange did indeed get up and go to the window as he spoke. "Henry," he said, "I like your church exceedingly. I like that little wall that goes around the building and the trees, and holds them all in tight. It makes the place look like a ship. If you ever get a good strong wind then church and trees will all sail off together to another place entirely."
Jonathan Strange is basically from another planet. This is why he is the best. Regency-set books are full of male characters who are
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and has a really tolerant Slytherin boyfriend themselvesomg it's even called ravenclaw
that seriously only just occurred to me
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unlike, say, Emma Pole, her really intolerant Gryffindor girlfriend
wow
I reread this book like a month ago but maybe I will do it again, it is better than being carried back to the Lord of the Rings by a Hobbit-induced nostalgia wave
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If the TV series gives us just one thing I hope it's a gif of Emma Pole trying to kill Norrell with #MISANDRY on it.
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(Stephen Black is totally a Gryffindor, but then again I have like, a fic bouncing around in my head which is just a short legendarium of the fairy king of Lost-Hope mythologizing him into a figure of the Raven King's magnitude in the centuries following JS&MN's story? I just love the idea that he becomes this great and terrible demigod and that the theme of abandonment of his people/absence plays out also in the sense of maybe he's regarded as this mythological king of downtrodden lower-class Brits and black Londoners and shit and people for whom Englishness is fraught and bitter, so in the 2000s it's like "where is Stephen Black then, when is the last time he helped us."
... also I want to write blurbs referencing urban legends where he sleeps with a bel homme sans merci Raven King so yeah
wow I'm not even trying to maintain continuity of thought at this point)
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(please write that fic, oh my god. OR I MEAN. I need to stop heedlessly urging you to write highly specific fic for tiny fandoms that get no readers, but… it's a compulsion… yes I just want Stephen Black to be an incredibly important crossroads king and get bent into all manner of footnote-worthy anecdotes and legends and wow, okay, in modern times--it could be like Neverwhere but actually good!!)
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"Like Neverwhere but actually good" is so much of what I want out of urban fantasy and never get.
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Among my first experiences with explicitly labelled Urban Fantasy was Holly Black's ~~grody faerie underworld stuff, which, followed up shortly after by Neverwhere, gave me the sadly misplaced conviction that a considerable amount of urban fantasy would deal with shifting halfworlds clinging to the underside of this one and competing present-day mythologies, and that somewhere in the mass there was therefore something that was bound to be awesome, and then… this story doesn't really have a conclusion, except perhaps "I tripped over Harry Dresden once and fell flat on my face." Alas. It was probably painful.