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Odysseus's Last Days, by Amand R
Title: Odysseus's Last Days
Author: Amand R
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death, stylistic frippery.
Summary: "He certainly hadn't predicted that the happy ending he'd dug out of the dirt, the blackness of his own self, the one he'd compromised so much for, would have dissipated with something as harmless as a plunge from a low bridge. Because it's not the fall that would have killed him. It would have been the sudden stop, or the rushing water, or a sharp stone to the skull, things that any wizard worth his salt could have got out of, if he'd wanted to."
Length: two LJ posts
Reviewer: painless_j
This fic stunned me, almost literally. I was feeling after reading it as if I met a low tree branch with my head when running fast. I picked this fic as a short reading before bed but as a result, went to sleep at eight in the morning.
I can tell you that the writing is superb. I would tell you that the structure the author chose works perfectly for getting the message (one of them at least) through. I would blather for a couple of paragraphs about how well it speaks of grief and death, of those who left and those left behind. But I cannot because I'd spoil it. What I can tell you is that the story is about death, but also about love and forgiveness, and understanding. It's by no means light: I cried and couldn't sleep. But I don't think it's harmful. The opposite, in fact, it's healing. It's at the same time painful and peaceful. And very evocative. The images and scenes from it sink into your memory: you'll see out of the corner of your eye coloured glass bottles and a cat warming itself in the sunlight, bright red hair flaming in the sun and a dingy room covered with dirty bandages. Next time you see dust motes dancing in the ray of light, you'll be thinking of what it consists of. Come to think of it, the sun does play a very important role in the fic, however strange it may seem thinking back. Or not.
Go read it; you'll learn something important. Don't be afraid, please. This is the sort of story about which I said not so long ago that they change one's view of the world.
Title: Odysseus's Last Days
Author: Amand R
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death, stylistic frippery.
Summary: "He certainly hadn't predicted that the happy ending he'd dug out of the dirt, the blackness of his own self, the one he'd compromised so much for, would have dissipated with something as harmless as a plunge from a low bridge. Because it's not the fall that would have killed him. It would have been the sudden stop, or the rushing water, or a sharp stone to the skull, things that any wizard worth his salt could have got out of, if he'd wanted to."
Length: two LJ posts
Reviewer: painless_j
This fic stunned me, almost literally. I was feeling after reading it as if I met a low tree branch with my head when running fast. I picked this fic as a short reading before bed but as a result, went to sleep at eight in the morning.
I can tell you that the writing is superb. I would tell you that the structure the author chose works perfectly for getting the message (one of them at least) through. I would blather for a couple of paragraphs about how well it speaks of grief and death, of those who left and those left behind. But I cannot because I'd spoil it. What I can tell you is that the story is about death, but also about love and forgiveness, and understanding. It's by no means light: I cried and couldn't sleep. But I don't think it's harmful. The opposite, in fact, it's healing. It's at the same time painful and peaceful. And very evocative. The images and scenes from it sink into your memory: you'll see out of the corner of your eye coloured glass bottles and a cat warming itself in the sunlight, bright red hair flaming in the sun and a dingy room covered with dirty bandages. Next time you see dust motes dancing in the ray of light, you'll be thinking of what it consists of. Come to think of it, the sun does play a very important role in the fic, however strange it may seem thinking back. Or not.
Go read it; you'll learn something important. Don't be afraid, please. This is the sort of story about which I said not so long ago that they change one's view of the world.
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