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Bad twin, you're such a beautiful thing. I can't believe you're just like me under your second skin
So, I took some old tapes to listen to. Sadly, Wonder Woman and George Washington have been warped by the passage of nearly twenty years, and are barely understandable. Sigh.
BUt, I did get to listen to Anthony Daniels read The Last Command. Having never listened, I found it vaguely amusing.
And have come to several conclusions.
The first is that Daniels loathes Luke. He nails most of the character voices fairly well, making them sound adult and grand and such. But Luke? Luke is a whiny little brat the entire reading. It's utterly amusing, in some ways. But stupid in others (oh, to hear a radio drama version. Mraawww.)
The second is that Captain Pallean (or however it's spelled. I'm digging out Heir later, but not right now) is the original Captain Buttmonkey. Literally, the first time I heard him on the tape, my head went up, my mouth twisted in amusement. And I uttered softly, "It's Braca's granddaddy!"
Something sad occured to me. I grokked Rumpole and the Angel of Death from the library (they didn't have Heir to the Empire. Bastards). And it hit me. We will never see that book on tv. Leo McKern has died. Which sucks, since he's the only Rumpole.
It bites mightily.
Ended up writing down at least two scenes and pieces for the Tree of Hands fanfic. I can't call it a sequel, because these aren't my characters. More than ever, I wonder at my audacity in believing I can bring these people to glowing life. They who exist as persons in another woman's mind. (Ruth Rendell's, in this case)
It's the same difficulty when I contemplate transcribing Touching Evil. There's *so much* nuance in their performances, in the way they move, speak, look, act, think. And to bring it from a visual to a print medium is difficult as hell.
Timey once said she didn't think anyone could adequately reproduce Farscape's visual insanity in fanfiction. And perhaps they can't.
Hrm. Perhaps I should eat my strawberries.
BUt, I did get to listen to Anthony Daniels read The Last Command. Having never listened, I found it vaguely amusing.
And have come to several conclusions.
The first is that Daniels loathes Luke. He nails most of the character voices fairly well, making them sound adult and grand and such. But Luke? Luke is a whiny little brat the entire reading. It's utterly amusing, in some ways. But stupid in others (oh, to hear a radio drama version. Mraawww.)
The second is that Captain Pallean (or however it's spelled. I'm digging out Heir later, but not right now) is the original Captain Buttmonkey. Literally, the first time I heard him on the tape, my head went up, my mouth twisted in amusement. And I uttered softly, "It's Braca's granddaddy!"
Something sad occured to me. I grokked Rumpole and the Angel of Death from the library (they didn't have Heir to the Empire. Bastards). And it hit me. We will never see that book on tv. Leo McKern has died. Which sucks, since he's the only Rumpole.
It bites mightily.
Ended up writing down at least two scenes and pieces for the Tree of Hands fanfic. I can't call it a sequel, because these aren't my characters. More than ever, I wonder at my audacity in believing I can bring these people to glowing life. They who exist as persons in another woman's mind. (Ruth Rendell's, in this case)
It's the same difficulty when I contemplate transcribing Touching Evil. There's *so much* nuance in their performances, in the way they move, speak, look, act, think. And to bring it from a visual to a print medium is difficult as hell.
Timey once said she didn't think anyone could adequately reproduce Farscape's visual insanity in fanfiction. And perhaps they can't.
Hrm. Perhaps I should eat my strawberries.
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Be terrific practice, though...
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