Great to hear from you, Hasini! Your review, as always, was marvelous.
Sorry for the very, very belated FDK! I was a bit preoccupied with my own fic. I’m now offically in the First Time Fic-Posters club, right along with you! *shakes hand* Do I get a button?
Have you started posting your fic from the challenge boards?! I've been too busy to notice too much around the boards recently, but I'd love to hear about it--what's it called!
We should get buttons. <sage nod, shifty eyes>
And your way of color-coding emotions, sounds and scents. The scent of rain is blue, and exhaustion is grey.
I think you've figured by now that I love to use color to carry imagery and feeling of a scene. I'm glad you like it.
It’s like Superman is some wary, exotic bird with a hurt wing. Adorable!
I love the way you describe him! lol
There it is. The prime distinction between the caped crusader and his band of fellow vigilantes and Superman. It’s such an inspired explanation of why Superman can face so much darkness and evil and remain as idealistic and moral as he is. He doesn’t stare down the darkness, he merely spreads the light.
I'm sooo glad you liked that. I noticed that myself--which is why Superman is my favorite hero. While I love Batman, there's something so pure about Superman and the way he's always focusing on saving the good guys rather than pounding the bad guys.
This is so unutterably sweet! If Clark is saying “Thank you” in a million mute ways, then Lois is saying “I love you” with every ray of that sunlamp, every morsel of that cheesecake, every snuggle in that new couch and every minute of watching The Scarlet Pimpernel with her head on his shoulder. (Speaking of which, thanks for letting me know there was a movie version! Must get, must get!)
The movie version isn't exactly the same as the book--in fact, the plot itself follows more of Baroness Orczy's Eldorado rather than The Scarlet Pimpernel, but the idea is there, and I still love the movie. I'd highly recommend it. It's a bit older, but the version that I love is the one that has Anthony Andrews as Percy, Jane Seymour as Marguerite (just ignore the hair
) and Ian McKellen as Chauvelin (before he became Gandalf
).
Early writers and directors insisted that Superman was the real man and Clark was just the façade. Modern takes on the story insists he was a regular guy who had a flare for spandex. Yours is the first instance where I have seen a story that doesn’t try to separate the two personas, preferring instead to focus on how the man was very much an amalgamation of two very real and valid personalities.
In the instances above, between Superman and Lois Lane, Superman seems to usurp Clark’s role in the dynamic we would come to expect of them later on in the series. While this is not special in itself, the deviating factor from the common fanfic fantasy is that Lois is sharing such a relationship with a man she still understands as alien, calls him by his alien name and still accepts him as human. She embraces his alien roots, human core and superhero burdens as wholly and completely as I’ve ever seen in any of their incarnations, thereby validating the existence of one whole man, without sweeping aside either of his alter egos.
I wonder whether this is a reflection of the thinking of our generation. In early decades, people needed to believe in absolutes. A person was either a god or a man. Either inherently good or evil. In contemporary years, the demand for super men has given way to a new appreciation for the ordinary man on the street, who could have girlfriend troubles and overdue taxes and still have the power to make a difference. The idea of a person as a multi-faceted individual of no absolutes, where the divine and the human could merge into a harmonious whole seems to be what will shape the thinking of our own generation.
*Looks around* *sees everyone staring* *scrambles off soapbox hurriedly*
You can stay up there a little longer! I love how you've put this. <reads through it again> Some marvelous ideas there, m'lady! Thanks for sharing!
Btw, you say tom-ah-to, I say tom-ay-to. You say “pure fluffy WAFF”; I say “rip-your- heart-out –and- pound –it- with -a -three-inch-stiletto”:
Hehee. I've had a few other people say the same sort of thing. I guess the disclaimer was caused by my brother's stoic reaction. I'd poured my heart into it, and after he read it he looked at me and the first thing he said was, "It's not very plot driven, is it?" I'm afraid that I'm very self-conscious about my writing, so I was just like, "Oh, no! What if everyone else has the same sort of reaction? What if everyone is sitting here getting so impatient for the "plot" to get going?" I'd bet there are some of those people out there, so I guess the warning was sent to them.
Hehee. As for your reaction--I'm glad! I'm quite emotionly involved in this story, and I mean to try and carry that through to you readers. If you feel like I feel, I've done my job.
I nearly cried at the way she was terrified to let go of his hand, as though she were a little girl afraid of being abandoned again.
Throughout this whole chapter they just can't seem to stop touching or looking at each other. It seems they both have that same fear.
I take it from this passage that you’re going to diss the whole “Lord Kal El of the House of El” and New Krypton deal, in favour of the original back story?
<grimaces> To tell you the truth, even though I liked the whole angst issue with the New Krypton plot, everything else . . . meh. Let's just say that I like Clark's uniqueness, and the fact that there's a whole little civilization of Kryptonians starting a whole New Krypton out there just doesn't fit very well with me. <shrugs>
This is a bit of Smallville I could have done without. I hate the sixth season as much I loved the fifth. The recent Lexana wedding episode was about the icing on the cake. *pulls out barf bag*
<snickers> I admit I watch Smallville, but to tell you the truth I spend most of the time either laughing at the newest soap opera plight of Lana, groaning over the ridiculous that Clark won't just get over her, and being just plain gleeful about how evil Lex and Lionel can really be. (So I have a fetish for evil men. At least they use their brains and run circles around everyone else). :rolleyes:
But besides that random sidenote of mine (which belongs in the OT thread
), I didn't mean to pull the Phantom Zone out of Smallville at all. I don't really like how they've dealt with it at all. Rather, I pulled the reference directly from the old Chris Reeve movies.
Basically sums up what I spent three paragraphs trying to say above. The ultimate amalgamation between Terran and Kryptonian. Neither of earth nor a child of the stars, but very much belonging to the best of both worlds.
Perfect.
Much as I’m enjoying all this, Smirkster, I think it’s time for a little something, now. Ten letters. Starts with an R. Ends with an N. Has E-V-E-L-A-T-I-O in between. Guess what it is?
. . . I think I have a mob lining up outside on my front lawn. <peers out through the window curtains>
Thanks for your review, Hasini!
SmirkyRaven
