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Just FYI, Joyce has completely infested my brain. (I mean, I knew this already. But now I have confirmation.) First I make a conscious decision to write something around a couple lines from "The Dead." Then in the fourth sentence, I write a metaphor that is lovely, and yet oddly familiar. Thinking...thinking...googling...ah, yes. It is in fact from the third chapter of Portrait of the Artist.

Now I just need to include something from Ulysses (a library with Cyclopean Citizen? a newsroom where headlines blow like winds? an unenactable play where the main character turns into a pig?) and a few nonsense syllables or portmanteaus for Finnegan's Wake, and I'll be all set. Since what I'm writing is told from a female point of view despite all the Joycean overtones, I feel very self-satisfyingly subversive right now.

...Sorry, sorry. Irish Lit and Joyce in particular makes me really, obnoxiously dorky. It'll pass.


I just had the most wonderful crossover idea: before H.G. Wells, inventor and Warehouse apprentice (Warehouse 13), got bronzed, she ran into Rebecca Fogg, spy for her majesty Queen Victoria (Secret Adventures of Jules Verne). Awesome ensues. A bad guy probably dies. Someone's timeline would have to be fudged a bit, since SAJV is set in the 1860s and H.G. was apparently an apprentice at Warehouse 12 in the 1890s or very early 1900s, but whatever.

(Hmmm...maybe H.G. is sent to recover one of Jules's inventions or maybe even the Aurora, and Rebecca isn't about to let that happen. Though that would put them on opposite sides, and I rather like the idea of them teaming up to fight a big bad.)

Please tell me someone else will write this so I don't have to!
icepixie: (Rebecca Bond)
Aha! I was randomly searching YouTube for clips or vids from shows I used to watch, and came upon one of my very favorite scenes from The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne. Oh, I cannot even tell you how much I long to be Rebecca Fogg.
icepixie: (Dance Me to the End of Love)
Utterly random: I totally missed that Caroline Dhavernas played a bit part in an episode of SAJV. Huh. *insert obligatory "there are only thirty Canadian actors in existence" remark*


I spent the week reading Emma, and to no one's greater surprise than my own, I enjoyed the hell out of it. Well, not the hell. Maybe just the heck. Or even the aitch-ee-double-hockey-sticks, to get progressively more euphemistic and to further damn with faint praise. It did have its issues, such as being able to see Mr. Elton actually being interested in Emma rather than Harriet coming from 90 pages away. And in my edition, I believe that particular denoument actually came on page 85, so you can see how obvious it was. Also, Emma was certainly a twit at times. I so desperately wanted Harriet to, at the end of the book, call her on her twitiness, rather than being so freaking polite.

I did enjoy Mr. Knightley. He brought the snark, which was oh so necessary at times. Frank was cool too, even if he was caddish. At least he was lively. And despite its faults, the book chugged along at a pretty good pace for Austen (I read the first half all at once last Saturday). I particularly liked when the young people started playing a game with the little Knightleys's twig alphabet, if only because it reminded me of the line "We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs" in Billy Collins's "Nostalgia," which is one of my favorite poems.

Also, there was NO SIMPERING, YAY. Mucho gusto. Emma was stuck up, sure, but she didn't simper and she wasn't perfect. She made mistakes, got called on them, and acknowledged the errors, at least some of the time, unlike Miss Perfect, who never did anything wrong and whom everyone loved without exception. I can't imagine Emma having an attack of the vapors at being called competent, unlike SOME I could name. Jane, Harriet, and Mrs. Weston were fairly excellent as well.

But there's something about the smallness of the world in Austen's novels that bugs me--the limited settings, casts of characters, and prospects for those characters. I know she was writing what she knew, but I certainly do long for a trip to London even more than some of her characters do. I do appreciate that this novel makes use of the widest social strata Austen ever used in a book (according to one of the essays at the back of the Norton Critical Edition I checked out, anyway), which was interesting, but man...I almost enjoyed hearing about Maple Grove because it wasn't in freaking Surrey. And I hated Mrs. Elton--as one was supposed to--so that's saying something.

I just keep thinking of how Elizabeth Gaskell treats the same basic plot of P&P in North and South, for example, and I like that treatment a lot more than I like Austen's, because it both acknowledges and even for its plot depends on the existence of a world greater in geography and humanity than this tiny circumscribed village and class. (I guess part of the attraction of Austen's novels now is escape to that world of leisure--well, leisure accompanied by the very serious necessity for the women of finding a husband who could support them, which is fairly fascinating in its own right, I suppose--which I have absolutely nothing against, smaller doses, maybe. And it can be a very, very long time before I read about everyone being concerned about catching cold from a draft in a hallway where they will spend all of five seconds walking from one end to the other, oh my GOD, people, you are all a bunch of raving HYPOCHONDRIACS.)

Now, onto The Voyage Out, which, if V.Wo is true to form, will be about a disheartened and suicidal married woman in London. Am I right?
icepixie: (Rebecca snerk)
I asked [ profile] alto2 to tag me for the "explain three interests/icons of the tagger's chosing" meme, and she kindly obliged. Here are the results:

The meme! )
icepixie: (Winter in store)
45 icons, in fact. I decide to be very Victorian this week with the help of lomo, sepia, antique, and "romantic photo" actions in Photoshop. Numbers 1 through 38 are taken from my own photos from last year, 39-42 are from Finding Neverland, and because I can't contemplate the Victorian era without thinking of Rebecca Fogg, the last three are from The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne.


Europe )

London )

Finding Neverland )


Comment and credit if you take any, please. Feel free to add text, borders, etc.


Sep. 20th, 2004 11:04 pm
icepixie: (October twilight)
Okay, I finally figured out who Jude Law-as-Sky Captain reminded me of throughout that whole movie...he looked like Chris Demetral-as-Jules Verne, except about ten years older. It's actually kind of freaky.

And yes, I realize that about three of you have any clue what I'm going on about...

SAJV fic

Jul. 1st, 2003 01:39 am
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Yes, MORE fic! I'm on a roll! This whole cannabalizing longer fics to make shorter ones kick I'm on is creating all kinds of stuff. I'm not gonna ficbomb LJ and post everything all at once, though, especially since some seriously need betas.

This is part of my mostly-abortive inter-fandom ballroom series. The plan was to use a different show for each dance I know. Dunno if that's ever gonna happen for all of them, but I at least got this one done. (And the Farscape/waltz one that I posted back in March.) It's Jules/Rebecca-ish, 'cause there just isn't enough of that out there.

And yes, I know the title is cheesy. If anyone has a better one, I'd love to hear it...


DISCLAIMER: "The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne" and all associated characters aren't mine. Haven't watched it in a while, so I don't really know who it belongs to, but it ain't me.
FEEDBACK/ARCHIVING: Please and thank you to both. All comments and archive URLS to .
NOTES: Slight Jules/Rebecca slant. UST, though, and a lot like what you might see on the show. And I know that the galop was more popular in England at the time than polka, but having had all kinds of fun doing polka in competition, I couldn't resist having a little fun with it on paper...
SUMMARY: A boring party is livened up by a special dance.

'Polka Dots' )


BTW, for those of you who have no idea what I'm on about, I'd just like to say that Rebecca Fogg is really, really cool, in large part because she's the first TV character I've ever seen with my name who isn't evil/a whore/dead. That's a nice feeling.

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