#algernon and al

[dykesynthezoid]

A few months back my friend said we should make candela obscura characters together and I said ok sure and then immediately came back with an idea for just. A guy dying of syphilis. Like somebody handed me this spooky edwardian setting and my brain was like yeah what if there was just some guy who was actively dying of syphilis. And also he sucks. Idk about you but that’s peak character creation imo

[names4u]

Algernon

gender: masculine.

forename or surname: forename, occasionally a surname.

variations: Algernone.

nicknames: Al, Algy, Algie.

meaning: with moustache.

linguistic origin: medieval Norman-French.

where I saw it: Oscar Wilde’s 1885 play, The Importance of Being Earnest, A Trivial Comedy for Serious People.

[ceaseless-bitcher]

Hamilton-style musical of rendition of Robert Smirke’s crew and the fallout between himself, Jonah Magnus, and the rest of them.

Ambitious Scottish upstart Jonah Magnus, plunging into the scene of higher society and academia

Interpersonal drama in the esoteric research and philosophy sphere

A power ballad aria from Smirke as he describes his grand, utopian plans for balance

Jonah seeing the wonders of this new world and getting increasingly involved in it, probably getting in some heated theoretical debates with Rayner et al. about it because, being Beholding- and Dark-aligned, their fundamental views would be diametrically opposed

A slowly-shifting musical motif for Jonah as his intentions develop over the course of the play

Barnabas pleading with Jonah through his letter; they’re in separate parts of the stage with different lightings and they can’t see each other. Jonah is reading, rather than listening to, his words

SPOTLIGHTS REMINISCENT OF EYES

Harrowing solo as Jonah sinks deeper into fearing the possibility of rituals

More below the cut because I’m going nuts about this.

I would feel like there’s too much ground to cover (c. 1809 [estimated year Jonah gets introduced to the Fears if he established the Institute in 1818 and talked Smirke into working on Millbank 1815-1821] all the way to 1867 [year of Smirke’s death and the final decommissioning of Millbank: the year in which I place Jonah’s first attempt at the Watcher’s Crown]) if it weren’t for the several decades covered in Hamilton. It provides a pretty good guide for such a varied timeline.

More insane scenes:

Contrast of Albrecht Von Closen’s 1816 letter informing Jonah of his findings at his nephew’s estate vs Dr. Johnathan Fanshawe’s 1831 letter revealing how Jonah knowingly caused Von Closen’s death by stealing his books and got him filled with eyes

Smirke watching the group he formed fall to the Fears in turn, clinging to his alliance with Jonah and therefore being blind to his own turn towards Beholding

Jonah’s financial wheedling with Mordechai Lukas and other donors for his fledgling Institute

Jonah being so gleeful about his brand new Magnus Institute in Edinburgh, after several years of compiling statements informally

HE GETS TO DELIGHT IN ALL THE SCHEDULING AND LOGISTICS!!!

Just. all the letters we have record of. I haven’t even gotten to Dr. Algernon Moss or the conflict between George Gilbert Scott and Sampson Kempthorne

PETTY architecture drama

[theniftycat]

I'd love to hear about your gothic fiction books 👀

Because you and @white-bow-tie asked me the same thing, I'll just showcase all of them :)

The five paperbacks are short story collections, one of them has European vampire stories that predate Dracula (Polidori, Carmilla etc), others are mostly combinations of M.R. James, Henry James, Algernon Blackwood, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Ambrose Bierce et al. I've read every paperback in this pile.

The hardbacks are collections of stories by Blackwood and Sheridan Le Fanu, I haven't read them yet, but I liked their stories from the paperbacks.

I also own three collections of E.A. Poe stories, one of them in English, another one is a complete collection in Russian, and the third one is just the book I bought first.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Do you like being named Frank? Would you change it to a different name if you could, and if so, what name would you choose?

No, I wouldn't change it. The name is fine. And I love being named "Frank." (At least, I like the sound of it.)

I would not like to be named "Frank II," but I suppose that may be because my dad likes the name "Frank," and Frank II would just sound like another Frank. (He likes the name "Frank" because of my great-great-great-granddad, I think. He was an engineer, and he named me "Frank" after that.)

I was thinking I should name myself "Algernon" or something like that, maybe "Al." It's got the word "al" in it! But the problem with this is that if you're a real nerd like me, you just might not like "Algernon," because then it wouldn't sound like a really cool sci-fi name.

On the other hand, lots of names have "al" or "ern" or "yn" or "on" in them and none of those sound too ridiculous. (Or, actually, maybe you'd find "Ern" really weird. But it's already weird, so the risk of that would be limited.)

[bucketkicked]

everyone put it up for the madmen ! ft. irene hawthorne, robert jepson, glenn “gigi” boyd, and algernon “al” hyde… an eclectic group, but an electric one nonetheless ! they’ll leave you raving !

[sidicecheilibri]

I libri nominati da Rory Gilmore

1 – 1984, George Orwell

2 – Le Avventure di Huckelberry Finn, Mark Twain

3 – Alice nel Paese delle Meraviglie, Lewis Carrol

4 – Le Fantastiche Avventure di Kavalier e Clay, Michael Chabon

5 – Una Tragedia Americana, Theodore Dreiser

6 – Le Ceneri di Angela, Frank McCourt

7 – Anna Karenina, Lev Tolstoj

8 – Il Diario di Anna Frank

9 – La Guerra Archidamica, Donald Kagan

10 – L’Arte del Romanzo, Henry James

11 – L’Arte della Guerra, Sun Tzu

12 – Mentre Morivo, William Faulkner

13 – Espiazione, Ian McEvan

14 – Autobiografia di un Volto, Lucy Grealy

15 – Il Risveglio, Kate Chopin

16 – Babe, Dick King-Smith

17 – Contrattacco. La Guerra non Dichiarata Contro le Donne, Susan Faludi

18 – Balzac e la Piccola Sarta Cinese, Dai Sijie

19 – Bel Canto, Anne Pachett

20 – La Campana di Vetro, Sylvia Plath

21 – Amatissima, Toni Morrison

22 – Beowulf: una Nuova Traduzione, Seamus Heaney

23 – La Bhagavad Gita

24 – Il Piccolo Villaggio dei Sopravvissuti, Peter Duffy

25 – Bitch Rules. Consigli di Comune Buonsenso per donne Fuori dal Comune, Elizabeth Wurtzel

26 – Un Fulmine a Ciel Sereno ed altri Saggi, Mary McCarthy

27 – Il Mondo Nuovo, Adolf Huxley

28 – Brick Lane, Monica Ali

29 – Brigadoon, Alan Jay Lerner

30 – Candido, Voltaire

31 – I Racconti di Canterbury, Geoffrey Chaucer

32 – Carrie, Stephen King

33 – Catch-22, Joseph Heller

34 – Il Giovane Holden, J.D.Salinger

35 – La Tela di Carlotta, E.B.White

36 – Quelle Due, Lillian Hellman

37 – Christine, Stephen King

38 – Il Canto di Natale, Charles Dickens

39 – Arancia Meccanica, Anthony Burgess

40 – Il Codice dei Wooster, P.G.Wodehouse

41 – The Collected Stories, Eudora Welty

42 – La Commedia degli Errori, William Shakespeare

43 – Novelle, Dawn Powell

44 – Tutte le Poesie, Anne Sexton

45 – Racconti, Dorothy Parker

46 – Una Banda di Idioti, John Kennedy Toole

47 – Il03 al 09/03 Conte di Montecristo, Alexandre Dumas

48 – La Cugina Bette, Honore de Balzac

49 – Delitto e Castigo, Fedor Dostoevskij

50 – Il Petalo Cremisi e il Bianco, Michel Faber

51 – Il Crogiuolo, Arthur Miller

52 – Cujo, Stephen King

53 – Il Curioso Caso del Cane Ucciso a Mezzanotte, Mark Haddon

54 – La Figlia della Fortuna, Isabel Allende

55 – David e Lisa, Dr.Theodore Issac Rubin M.D

56 – David Copperfield, Charles Dickens

57 – Il Codice Da Vinci, Dan Brown

58 – Le Anime Morte, Nikolaj Gogol

59 – I Demoni, Fedor Dostoevskij

60 – Morte di un Commesso Viaggiatore, Arthur Miller

61 – Deenie, Judy Blume

62 – La Città Bianca e il Diavolo, Erik Larson

63 – The Dirt. Confessioni della Band più Oltraggiosa del Rock, Tommy Lee – Vince Neil – Mick Mars – Nikki Sixx

64 – La Divina Commedia, Dante Alighieri

65 – I Sublimi Segreti delle Ya-Ya Sisters, Rebecca Wells

66 – Don Chischiotte, Miguel de Cervantes

67 – A Spasso con Daisy, Alfred Uhvr

68 – Dr. Jeckill e Mr.Hide, Robert Louis Stevenson

69 – Tutti i Racconti e le Poesie, Edgar Allan Poe

70 – Eleanor Roosevelt, Blanche Wiesen Cook

71 – Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Tom Wolfe

72 – Lettere, Mark Dunn

73 – Eloise, Kay Thompson

74 – Emily The Strange, Roger Reger

75 – Emma, Jane Austen

76 – Il Declino dell’Impero Whiting, Richard Russo

77 – Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective, Donald J.Sobol

78 – Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton

79 – Etica, Spinoza

80 – Europe Through the back door, 2003, Rick Steves

81 – Eva Luna, Isabel Allende

82 – Ogni cosa è Illuminata, Jonathan Safran Foer

83 – Stravaganza, Gary Krist

84 – Farhenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

85 – Farhenheit 9/11, Michael Moore

86 – La Caduta dell’Impero di Atene, Donald Kagan

87 – Fat Land, il Paese dei Ciccioni, Greg Critser

88 – Paura e Delirio a Las Vegas, Hunter S.Thompson

89 – La Compagnia dell’Anello, J.R.R.Tolkien

90 – Il Violinista sul Tetto, Joseph Stein

91 – Le Cinque Persone che Incontri in Cielo, Mitch Albom

92 – Finnegan’s Wake, James Joyce

93 – Fletch, Gregory McDonald

94 – Fiori per Algernon, Daniel Keyes

95 – La Fortezza della Solitudine, Jonathan Lethem

96 – La Fonte Meravigliosa, Ayn Rand

97 – Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

98 – Franny e Zooeey, J.D.Salinger

99 – Quel Pazzo Venerdì, Mary Rodgers

100 – Galapagos, Kurt Vonnegut

101 – Questioni di Genere, Judith Butler

102 – George W.Bushism: The Slate Book of Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President, Jacob Weisberg

103 – Gidget, Fredrick Kohner

104 – Ragazze Interrotte, Susanna Kaysen

105 – The Gnostic Gospels, Elaine Pagels

106 – Il Padrino, Parte I, Mario Puzo

107 – Il Dio delle Piccole Cose, Arundhati Roy

108 – La Storia dei Tre Orsi, Alvin Granowsky

109 – Via Col Vento, Margaret Mitchell

110 – Il Buon Soldato, Ford Maddox Ford

111 – Il Gospel secondo Judy Bloom

112 – Il Laureato, Charles Webb

113 – Furore, John Steinbeck

114 – Il Grande Gatsby, F.Scott Fitzgerald

115 – Grandi Speranze, Charles Dickens

116 – Il Gruppo, Mary McCarthy

117 – Amleto, William Shakespeare

118 – Harry Potter e il Calice di Fuoco, J.K.Rowling

119 – Harry Potter e la Pietra Filosofale, J.K.Rowling

120 – L’Opera Struggente di un Formidabile Genio, Dave Eggers

121 – Cuore di Tenebra, Joseph Conrad

122 – Helter Skelter: La vera storia del Caso Charles Manson, Vincent Bugliosi e Curt Gentry

123 – Enrico IV, Parte Prima, William Shakespeare

124 – Enrico IV, Parte Seconda, William Shakespeare

125 – Enrico V, William Shakespeare

126 – Alta Fedeltà, Nick Hornby

127 – La Storia del Declino e della Caduta dell’Impero Romano, Edward Gibbon

128 – Holidays on Ice: Storie, David Sedaris

129 – The Holy Barbarians, Lawrence Lipton

130 – La Casa di Sabbia e Nebbia, Andre Dubus III

131 – La Casa degli Spiriti, Isabel Allende

132 – Come Respirare Sott’acqua, Julie Orringer

133 – Come il Grinch Rubò il Natale, Dr.Seuss

134 – How the Light Gets In, M.J.Hyland

135 – Urlo, Allen Ginsberg

136 – Il Gobbo di Notre Dame, Victor Hugo

137 – Iliade, Omero

138 – Sono con la Band, Pamela des Barres

139 – A Sangue Freddo, Truman Capote

140 – Inferno, Dante

141 – …e l’Uomo Creò Satana, Jerome Lawrence e Robert E.Lee

142 – Ironweed, William J.Kennedy

143 – It takes a Village, Hilary Clinton

144 – Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

145 – Il Circolo della Fortuna e della Felicità, Amy tan

146 – Giulio Cesare, William Shakespeare

147 – Il Celebre Ranocchio Saltatore della Contea di Calaveras, Mark Twain

148 – La Giungla, Upton Sinclair

149 – Just a Couple of Days, Tony Vigorito

150 – The Kitchen Boy, Robert Alexander

151 – Kitchen Confidential: Avventure Gastronomiche a New York, Anthony Bourdain

152 – Il Cacciatore di Aquiloni, Khaled Hosseini

153 – L’amante di Lady Chatterley, D.H.Lawrence

154 – L’Ultimo Impero: Saggi 1992-2000, Gore Vidal

155 – Foglie d’Erba, Walt Whitman

156 – La Leggenda di Bagger Vance, Steven Pressfield

157 – Meno di Zero, Bret Easton Ellis

158 – Lettere a un Giovane Poeta, Rainer Maria Rilke

159 – Balle! E tutti i Ballisti che Ce Le Stanno Raccontando, Al Franken

160 – Vita di Pi, Yann Martell

161 – La piccola Dorrit, Charles Dickens

162 – The little Locksmith, Katharine Butler Hathaway

163 – La piccola fiammiferaia, Hans Christian Andersen

164 – Piccole Donne, Louisa May Alcott

165 – Living History, Hilary Clinton

166 – Il signore delle Mosche, William Golding

167 – La Lotteria, ed altre storie, Shirley Jackson

168 – Amabili Resti, Alice Sebold

169 – Love Story, Eric Segal

170 – Macbeth, William Shakespeare

171 – Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

172 – The Manticore, Robertson Davies

173 – Marathon Man, William Goldman

174 – Il Maestro e Margherita, Michail Bulgakov

175 – Memorie di una figlia per bene, Simone de Beauvoir

176 – Memorie del Generale W.T. Sherman, William Tecumseh Sherman

177 – L’uomo più divertente del mondo, David Sedaris

178 – The meaning of Consuelo, Judith Ortiz Cofer

179 – Mencken’s Chrestomathy, H.R. Mencken

180 – Le Allegre Comari di Windsor, William Shakespeare

181 – La Metamorfosi, Franz Kafka

182 – Middlesex, Jeoffrey Eugenides

183 – Anna dei Miracoli, William Gibson

184 – Moby Dick, Hermann Melville

185 – The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion, Jim Irvin

186 – Moliere: la biografia, Hobart Chatfield Taylor

187 – A monetary history of the United States, Milton Friedman

188 – Monsieur Proust, Celeste Albaret

189 – A Month of Sundays: searching for the spirit and my sister, Julie Mars

190 – Festa Mobile, Ernest Hemingway

191 – Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

192 – Gli ammutinati del Bounty, Charles Nordhoff e James Norman Hall

193 – My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and Its Aftermath, Seymour M.Hersh

194 – My Life as Author and Editor, H.R.Mencken

195 – My life in orange: growing up with the guru, Tim Guest

196 – Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978, Myra Waldo

197 – La custode di mia sorella, Jodi Picoult

198 – Il Nudo e il Morto, Norman Mailer

199 – Il Nome della Rosa, Umberto Eco

200 – The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri

201 – Il Diario di una Tata, Emma McLaughlin

202 – Nervous System: Or, Losing my Mind in Literature, Jan Lars Jensen

203 – Nuove Poesie, Emily Dickinson

204 – The New Way Things Work, David Macaulay

205 – Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich

206 – Notte, Elie Wiesel

207 – Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen

208 – The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism, William E.Cain, Laurie A.Finke, Barbara E.Johnson, John P.McGowan

209 – Racconti 1930-1942, Dawn Powell

210 – Taccuino di un Vecchio Porco, Charles Bukowski

211 – Uomini e Topi, John Steinbeck

212 – Old School, Tobias Wolff

213 – Sulla Strada, Jack Kerouac

214 – Qualcuno Volò sul Nido del Cuculo, Ken Kesey

215 – Cent’Anni di Solitudine, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

216 – The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life, Amy Tan

217 – La Notte dell’Oracolo, Paul Auster

218 – L’Ultimo degli Uomini, Margaret Atwood

219 – Otello, William Shakespeare

220 – Il Nostro Comune Amico, Charles Dickens

221 – The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War, Donald Kagan

222 – La Mia Africa, Karen Blixen

223 – The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton

224 – Passaggio in India, E.M.Forster

225 – The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition, Donald Kagan

226 – Noi Siamo Infinito, Stephen Chbosky

227 – Peyton Place, Grace Metalious

228 – Il Ritratto di Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

229 – Pigs at the Trough, Arianna Huffington

230 – Le Avventure di Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi

231 – Please Kill Me: Il Punk nelle Parole dei Suoi Protagonisti, Legs McNeil e Gillian McCain

232 – Una Vita da Lettore, Nick Hornby

233 – The Portable Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker

234 – The Portable Nietzche, Fredrich Nietzche

235 – The Price of Loyalty: George W.Bush, the White House, and the Education on Paul O’Neil, Ron Suskind

236 – Orgoglio e Pregiudizio, Jane Austen

237 – Property, Valerie Martin

238 – Pushkin, La Biografia, T.J.Binyon

239 – Pigmallione, G.B.Shaw

240 – Quattrocento, James Mckean

241 – A Quiet Storm, Rachel Howzell Hall

242 – Rapunzel, I Fratelli Grimm

243 – Il Corvo ed Altre Poesie, Edgar Allan Poe

244 – Il Filo del Rasoio, W.Somerset Maugham

245 – Leggere Lolita a Teheran, Azar Nafisi

246 – Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

247 – Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Kate Douglas Wiggin

248 – The Red Tent, Anita Diamant

[choicescreen]

connected ocs, new york city at the turn of the century / early 1900s, so come get yall juice.

cecil algernon. fifty-four. triple threat vaudeville performer. cecil grew up in the business. his entire family formed a traveling troupe, and they haven't slowed down, even if they've splintered and joined various acts throughout the years. cecil got an audience of his own after his bawdy song-and-dance routine proved popular with the younger crowd, eager to push boundaries, and infamous with the aging crowd -- all since passed on. since then, his life has been one of non-stop action. passionate, earnest, and always heard. never married, the stage is his passion. he considers the younger performers his children, more or less.

freida radzin. thirty. caberet singer and in-a-pinch nurse, former circus performer. optimistic and imaginative, freida thrives in just about any environment. when she isn't working nights, she helps her father -- a pickle salesman -- with the business, and scrubs floors with her younger sister. her older sister is a milliner, and her little brother is still attending school, and will be the first in the family to graduate with a high school diploma. fluent in yiddish.

pakur "patrick" al-muqri. forty-four. immigrant ship doctor. pakur didn't necessarily attend medical school. as a young boy, he was chosen to be a surgeon's assistant on a boat crossing the atlantic en route to america. that's where he learned the ropes, and spent more time on the sea than he did dry land throughout his twenties. soft-spoken and no-nonsense, pakur can sometimes be read as an unapproachable recluse. through his work, he advocates for the rights of immigrants, especially children. polyglot, part of the job.

marion larue. thirty-five. saloon owner, former circus performer. the only one who didn't stay in a metropolis, marion's found his niche owning a bar in a nondescript midwestern town. tenacious, foppish, occasionally arrogant and vain, though incredibly charismatic, so it's hard to stay mad at him for long. still performs his magic tricks, but only if you ask nicely. light in the loafers, queer as a three dollar bill, etc etc -- it's a bit of an open secret where he's moved to, and not one at all back in new york. him and freida are best friends.

[kissofchrysantheum]

Frank and Alice Longbottom Headcannons

Alice Longbottom

Alice is a nickname for Adalheidis

Born on June 21st 1960

Between 5 and 5’2

Has heterochromia (one blue one violet eye)

Has fiery curly red hair with white strands throughout (it kind of like how Rhaenys Targaryen was suppose to look and is depicted in Panagiota Mylona’s fan art)

Lots of freckles

Is either a metamorphamgaus or a parseltounge (her dad is a metamorpmagus and her Mum is a parselmouth I do not know whose genetics would win.)

Her parents were best friends and she is the result of a one night stand

Has a large family including half and step siblings

Her mother, a Prewett married Florian Fortescue while her father a Griffiths married a Bulstrode. Both raised Alice as if she was there own.

Likes Floriograohy

Played Quiditch

Great at herbology

Was a hat stall between Gryffindor (where her brothers were) and Slytherin eventually Gryfindor won out because she wanted to be with Frank and she threaten the sorting hat saying that she would have her one of brothers set it on fire

Is childhood friends with Frank

In Lily and the Marauaders year (I know this is unlikely but I like it all we know was she was a respected Auror by the time she was tortured which was likely between 1984 and 1986 not in 1981 giving Alice plenty of time to be a respected Auror by the time she was tortured. It was a war which would give her more opportunities to prove herself and who knows with the ongoing war the Auror training that takes three years may have been cut back to get more Aurors out there.)

Augusta really dislikes her and only puts up with Alice because Frank threatened to go no contact

Had two abortions one on 1975 and the other iin early 1978, she also had a pregnancy scare in 1976 and a miscarriage in early 1979 before she got pregnant with Neville (her and Frank were kind of careless and according to statistics Nearly 1 in 5 births to teens, ages 15–19, are repeat births. Most (86%) are 2nd births Some teens are giving birth to a 3rd (13% of repeat births) or 4th up to 6th child (2% of repeat births) and About 1 in 5 sexually active teen mothers use the most effective types of birth control after they have given birth.)

Started dating Frank in 1974

Married Frank as soon as she could after graduation

Neville was an entirely planned baby. Frank and Alice wanted something permanent,a part of each other in case one of them did not survive the war.

Was mentored by Alastair Moody who was also her Uncle through marriage

Her father and many of her brothers were also Aurors.

Alice was generally liked but girls were jealous of her relationship with Frank which resulted in her being bullied

Was plump or Plus sized

Had insecurities about how she looked and would require lots of reassurance from Frank which he did not mind giving (he was an extremely understanding and caring boyfriend

Her insecurities were partly the result of her mother fat shaming her and favouring her stepsister

Her patronus was a Phoenix

Frank would call her Ace, Aces, Gem, Pearl, Flower, Al or Ali

Wore heels a lot due to her height difference from Frank

Stole his Quiditch jumpers all the time

Rarely wore her own clothes

Would steal food off Frank plate constantly

Besties with Pandora, Xenopholius, Edgar and Caradoc

Was also friends with Marlene, Lily, Emmeline, Dorcas, Sirius, James, Remus, Sybil, Ethan MacDogoual, Peter and others

Was friendly enough with Regulus although she mainly put up with him for Pandora’s sake

She and Marlene were co-godmothers to Harry ( I like either Marlene or Alice being his godmother and as I can not choose they are co godmothers. Harry has three godparents deal with it)

Despite being younger she was like the big sister Lily wished she had

Swears like a sailor to the point that Neville’s first word was b*tch

Was a bastard (she was legitimised after her seventh birthday)

Frank Longbottom

Frank’s full name is Francis Castor Joseph Kristopher Elroy Algernon Longbottom

His parents are Augusta and Elroy Longbottom

Mixed race (Augusta is black, Elroy is white)

Born January 17th 1957

Between 6’5 and 6’9 (I imagine the Longbottoms as really tall)

Heir to house Longbottom

Had an older brother who died at seventeen leading to Frank becoming heir at fourteen

Had four older sisters, one older brother, three younger brother, two younger sisters (one was stillborn)

Siblings names are in order Berniece, Cerenna, Deirdre, Emphyria, Aldous,(Frank) Genesis, Genavene, Hendrix, Isaias, and Jaqueline

Was in Gryfinndor

Adored Alice

He and Alice were in a secret relationship for almost two years because it made Alice more comfortable but all here wanted to do was tell people she was his girlfriend

Played Quiditch

Was Headboy and Quiditch captain

Asked Alice out dozens of times before she said yes despite her liking him as well. He later learnt that she though Frank had been joking all those times as she could never believe that a guy like him would want to be more than friends with a girl like her

Proposed 3 times before Alice said yes

Had two wedding ceremonies one with just him and Alice (and witnesses) and a big wedding with all there friends and family. The small ceremony was there favourite.

Followed in his father’s footsteps and became an Auror

Is not as gifted at herbology as Alice but likes it nonetheless

Quite popular

His weakness is Alice

He is cool and collected while Alice is hothead and temperamental

The only time he lost his cool was when someone dared to insult or make Alice uncomfortable (protective BFF/husband)

Pretended to act like he was annoyed by Alice stealing his clothes and food but he actually loved it

Alice calls him Frankie and she is the only one allowed to

Is quite confident unless he is with Alice then he gets nervous

Brought Alice breakfast in bed whenever he could when she was pregnant

Went no contact with his parents (his mother in particular) after Alice had been insulted one too many times. He told his mother and sisters if they could not be civil with Alice then to not talk to him until they could. Alice always came first.

Was there for both of Alice’s abortions and never blame her nor left her side. He wanted the children but he respected her decision he loves her and never resents her for not being ready to be a mum.

Frank did more housework then Alice

Every night he went home to Alice he would always keep her close in bed reassuring himself she was there and she was fine.

Older brother figure to the Marauders

Would often have to stop Alice from ending up in a fight

Other Headcannons

They were never tortured to insanity (who am I kidding that is canon. I take no arguments on this)

They both wanted a large family.

They had a large family. At least six kids excluding Neville. The only reason they slowed down was Alice’s health

Both rose through the ranks in the Auror Office

Alice became Head Auror

Frank became the Deputy head of the DMLE

Were members of the second order

Their family survived both wars

Took family picnics often

Gardened as a family

Cooked as a family

Had two wedding ceremonies one just for them (they eloped) the second was for family. No one beside the officiant and witnesses are aware of the elopement

Both of them saw through Dumbledore

Both Longbottoms had tattoos and piercings

Were partners at work and at home. They were known as the gamblers in the Auror office because they always took risks.

Frank and Alice rarely fought

Frank would often tease about how short she was and she would often call Frank an insufferable giant

Alice and Frank are magical soulmates (I take no criticism on this) and it is one of the reason Augusta eventually put up with Alice as she and Elroy were soulmates as well

Frank and Alice are very much in love, like extremely, they are head over heels for each other but they are also kick arse Aurors( there is absolutely NO CHEATING. I have read far to many fics for my liking that have one of Fralice cheating on the other. Give them any other storyline if you really want them to break up for a while in your fic before getting back together use one of Fralice’s parents hating their partner or they grow apart or they are a very different person around others or they break up after an abortion or if you really want to have a cheating storyline involving Fralice maybe that is how Fralice gets together by one or both of them cheating on their partner and the fall out of that. I absolutely hate the Fralice trope come up with something original cheating is not the only way to make them interesting.

Frank and Alice will sometimes use muggle fighting techniques on Death Eaters when they are bored

Did it like rabbits

Always touching each other (not always sexually it could be hugging, holding hands, a hand around the waist, head on shoulder)

Had a surprise baby at 40 (Alice) and 44 (Frank)

Most of their babies were unplanned but welcomed surprises (Frank is a little forgetful on the potion and charm side of things and Alice is so busy she doesn’t notice either.) eventually Frank had a vasectomy (or the wizard if counterpart) it worked for several years but then it reversed itself and we’ll surprise baby

Alice was pissed when she found out she was pregnant at forty and Frank slept on the couch for at least a week

Had most of their babies young so while the children were off at Hogwarts they could travel (it worked for the first few years before the surprise baby out there plans on hold)

Augusta did not like the fact that the women suceeding her as Lady Longbottom was a legitimatimized bastard but what she hated more was the fact her son dated Alice while she was a bastard. Augusta tolerated his friendship with the bastard (Alice) only because she came along with her family and they would not leave her home

Frank gave Alice hair combs and eventually began to make them so Alice has a large collection

The hair comb Headcannons was inspired by the fic And Then My Heart (With Pleasure Fills) by dehydrated_thot on Ao3 it is a Fem Neville Longbottom X Harry Potter (they are godsiblings) and Harry gives Niamh (fem neville) hair comb

I love Fralice so here are a few of my favourite fics with them in it

Just the two of us by dancerchic16 on Wattpad & Ao3 (incomplete but I love it) they are the main focus

Waterloo by auroraleigh1856 (ongoing but Fralice is a nice side pairing and I love it) Waterloo is a muggle Au and the main pairing is Jily it is currently in Frank.net

Armada by auroraleigh1856 (essentially a forbidden love take on Fralice with no Voldemort. It is a long shot) It is on both Ao3 and ff.net

Marauders: Growing up by Loadsofrandomness (Fralice is a side pairing) covers year 1-5 of Hogwarts

Marauders: Fighting back by Loadsofrandomness (sequel to Marauders: growing up) covers sixth year till October 1980 (it is completed and is the second in Loadofrandomness’ Marauders series the author is currently writing the 3rd instalment and has several more planned 7 in total last time I checked their page on ff.net) the stories are on both ff.net and Ao3

Amateurs at war by Natalie.Ana on both ff.net and a03 (the fic is currently incomplete and I do not know if the author is going to continue it but it is a great fic

The bonds we trust by rocks-my-socks on ff.net (Au where the Longbottoms are not tortured, take in Harry, Frank proves Sirius innocence and there are hints of wolf star in the last few chapters)

Only the Good Die Young by intothewilder& pinkpeppermintpatties on a03 (Fralice is a sidepairing

The Marauders by SilverThestral on ao3 (Fralice is a side pairing)

Of Arrogant Toerags and Rabid Redheads by messengeroflove on ao3 (Fralice is a side pairing)

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248: Flores para Algernon

Flores para Algernon (Flowers for Algernon, 1966) de Daniel Keyes es una novela clásica de ciencia ficción que originalmente fue una historia corta. Charlie es un hombre de 32 años con discapacidad intelectual que nos cuenta, a través de reportes en un diario de investigación, que se ha ofrecido como voluntario para participar en un experimento que cumplirá su sueño más anhelado: ser inteligente. 

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OH AND 75 FOR ALGERNON

I love writing these two so fucking much my dude akjfdsakfj It's not exactly to the prompt, but I tried my best.

[Again, added read more for length]

75. Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

It had already been a long day at the bookshop in Dark Water. Between frequent shoppers buying books for study, children looking to purchase a new story for bedtime, and helping out Sarah with her nefarious projects; Algernon barely had time to do daily tasks. Thankfully, it was close to closing, and all that was left was inventory and cataloging, which the bookkeep was frivolously taking on. 

As he was counting inventory and bringing boxes in from the backroom, Newton popped in from their own tasks to check on him. They walked over to the wooden front desk, smiling as he rounded the corner. “Busy day, huh?” Algernon glanced up at his partner, a soft smile gracing his features, “A very long day dear. Still have a few more things to catch up on though.” Newton rolled their eyes, and took the box from his hands and set it down on the desk. “It’s past closing time, Al. We can finish this all up tomorrow morning since it’ll be Sunday and we rarely get customers.” 

Algernon huffed in feign annoyance, wanting to simply finish now so he didn’t have to worry about it later. He was stubborn in that way where he didn’t like to put off anything and Newton definitely knew this. They were just tired of seeing him overwork himself. 

They moved to wrap their arms around his waist, leaning up and kissing him deeply, effectively grabbing his attention. As they parted, Newt gave him a cheeky little grin, “Now, we are going to close up shop and go home to have supper at a reasonable hour Algernon.” “But--” A kiss. 

“The shop--” Another kiss. 

“There’s still things left undone--” A longer, deeper kiss.  “Fine, fine… We’ll finish everything up tomorrow. But don’t expect to not get the majority of the workload, Newt.”

Another peck, this time on his cheek, “Good, wouldn’t expect anything less.”

[aquitainequeen]

The Events At Poroth Farm Read Along: June 11

Until August 20th, stay tuned for the unfolding of the terrible truth about The Events at Poroth Farm, by T.E.D Klein!

(This is where it starts getting good, everyone!)

***

Jeremy remarks upon the humidity of the area during the day, compounded with the chill at night. He spends most of the day finishing Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Maturin, commenting on how it’s a book that wants the reader to hate and simply causes unconstructive rage, but still interesting and worth assigning to his class. Before dinner he then reads The White People by Arthur Machen and is immensely struck by the story:

‘the sections from the young girl’s notebook were…staggering. That air of paganism, the malevolent little faces peeping from the shadows, and those rites she can’t dare talk about […] it must be the most persuasive horror story ever written’. [1]

While walking to the farmhouse for dinner, the Poroths already having gone inside, and without really knowing the reason why, Jeremy climbs the old tree in the side yard and stands on a sturdy branch to make strange faces and gestures. ‘I must have looked like a madman’s shadow as I made signs to the wood and the moon.’ [2]

During dinner, Jeremy and Sarr get onto the usual topic of conversation: the cats, and the dead animals they keep bringing back from the woods or fields and leaving them on the porch, almost as an offering.

Once Jeremy leaves the Poroths to their television (deploring their taste in programs!) he conducts his nightly routine of hunting spiders with his extra powerful insect spray, meant for outdoor use only, and spraying his screens for good measure; trying to avoid killing moths and actively avoiding any slaughter of fireflies. Afterwards he sits in bed to read Algernon Blackwood's Ancient Sorceries and coming to dwell upon the Poroths’ seven cats, and all the numerous names they have for each of them. The only cat that doesn’t have multiple names is Bwada, Sarr’s pet from before he married Deborah; the oldest and by far the meanest of the cats, who’s bitten Deborah and guests in the past but thankfully appears to be afraid of Jeremy and keeps her distance.

Jeremy hears sounds from the farmhouse as the Poroths sing their devotions, and then there is silence. Jeremy plans to stay up and read a little more, when-

‘Something odd just happened. I’ve never heard anything like it. While writing for the past half hour I’ve been aware, if half consciously, of the crickets. Their regular chirping can be pretty soothing, like the sound of a well-tuned machine. But just a few seconds ago they seemed to miss a beat. They’d been singing along steadily, ever since the moon came up, and all of a sudden they just stopped for a beat – and then they began again, only they were out of rhythm for a moment or two, as if a hand had jarred the record or there’d been some kind of momentary break in the natural flow…’ [3]

While the insects sound normal enough once more, Jeremy decides to return to reading The Castle of Otranto in the hopes it will help him to fall asleep.

[1] The Events at Poroth Farm, by T.E.D. Klein, originally published in From Beyond the Dark, edited by Edward P. Berglund in December 1972; this edition found in The Cthulhu Mythos MEGAPACK ®: 40 Modern and Classic Lovecraftian Stories, Loc 2269 of 17308

[2] Ibid

[3] Ibid, Loc 2301 of 17308

(If you want to read along and delight in T.E.D. Klein’s magnificent novella, you can find it in American Supernatural Tales (Penguin Classics) or The Cthulhu Mythos MEGAPACK ®: 40 Modern and Classic Lovecraftian Stories. If it turns out that I get a cease and desist from Klein et al, go and read the novella regardless!)

[flimsy-roost]

Run-on Review Anthology: Algernon Blackwood

Wake up besties, new fave early 20th century horror/weird fiction short story writer just dropped~

~Algernon Blackwood~

Fig. 1) This guy right here

As someone who was introduced to the genre via HP Lovecraft, here are several reasons why the work of our boy Algernon could be considered better than his contemporary and/or worth your time to read:

-Runs the literary gamut between truly horrifying and joyfully awe-inspiring. Scary not your thing? Al's got you covered!

-Writes in many different formats: short stories, longer novels, even plays! Entertainment for every occasion! (In this post I'll be focusing on short stories because that's my favorite format, but I'll be reading some of his novels in the future!)

-No commitment that I've seen to far to an internally consistent world (a la the Lovecraft Cinematic Universe), allowing him to explore many different themes, settings, and source material

-Absolutely gorgeous and immersive descriptions of place and vibe

-Actually usually describes things very well, instead of leaning on the cosmic horror trope of "oH nooOo it'S TOOo indescrIBAble"

-As far as I can tell so far, is not particularly racist or xenophobic for the time, especially when compared to HP "Hyper-pRacist" Lovecraft

(sidebar; I don't think it's correct to write off the works of long-dead authors due to things that are considered problematic today; however, it's hard to get around that some things are just plain uncomfortable to read with modern eyes. I think that providing context and disclaimers is important, but given that these people are too dead to profit from their work, I don't generally feel bad discussing, recommending, or purchasing their writing)

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Run On Reviews of Algernon Blackwood Short Stories

The Touch of Pan (originally read in The Moons At Your Door, pdf version linked here): Really really love this one, first one I read by him in a multi-author anthology, it's a comfort read that I keep coming back to, definitely on the joyful/awe end of the spectrum, does refer to idiocy/lunacy but in a way that vibes with me personally neurodivergently and spins it as a neutral-positive thing misunderstood by society at large, lovely lovely lovely, 10/10

The Empty House (originally read in The Algernon Blackwood Collection, it's the first story in the linked pdf): Very solid and intimate ghost story, told through the emotional state of the characters as much as the actually environment and goings-on, spooky but not extremely scary, 7/10

The Damned (originally read in the ABC, pdf link): Excellent haunted house/something's real weird around here story, ever so gradually increases the tension and unsettling feel of the place in inventive modes of discovery, the ending peters out a bit for me but all in all a good read, 8.5/10

The Willows (og ABC, linked): Holy shit yeah this is what I'm fucking TALKING ABOUT this is atmospheric horror done so so right, moody and isolating and creepy and scary, this is the one with the gay subtext you may have heard about, there's a good reason this one is included in so many anthologies, if you can only read one read this one, 10/10

The Wendigo (og ABC, linked): Closest to a "classic" wilderness monster story I'm reviewing here, it's the longest read but well worth it, you can see where it's going pretty early on but it somehow still gets creepier and weirder and worse and oh god kill it, you'll either love it or hate it if you've binged creepypastas and greentext horror stories like I have, this one does have some problematic racial language (reference to an "N-word bar" in describing a black bar, referring to the native american character as "red" and in some "noble savage"-esque ways), as well as colonial-ish "ahaha we're men going on an adventure to unspoiled land pip pip cheerio," but if you can stomach that it's a truly unnerving story that will make you never want to camping ever again in your life, 9/10

Ancient Sorceries (originally read in the Ancient Sorceries anthology, pdf linked): I so badly wanted to like this one more, the setting is absolutely magical and the buildup is excellent, but it kind of runs out of steam for me with the reveal (which isn't super fair bc this story predates all the works that make the reveal a tired trope in my mind), still would recommend a gander, 10/10 up until part IV, 6/10 after, overall 8/10

The Listener (og AS, linked here): If there's one to skip in this whole list it'd be this one, another ghost story but not as good as others mentioned here, I think I may be missing historical context that would add weight to the horror (I wont spoil, but if you read it and know more about the subject of the reveal, please enlighten me), still a nice little mystery with some interesting characters and a creepy ghost, 5/10

The Sea Fit (og AS, linked here): Finishing out somewhat strong, extremely compact yet very dense, no wasted words, but paints extremely clear characters, setting, and events, somebody please make this a short film I will throw money at the kickstarter, spooky and unsettling but slightly more on the awe-inspiring end of the spectrum, 9/10

[theteej]

This Damn Body

I would be remiss if I spent time talking about 2022 and didn’t talk about my body.  Oof.  There’s so much to discuss about my body and my feelings about it—what I wore over it, how I felt about the way it took up space, how I navigated anxieties over safety by putting various vaccines in it, among other things—so let’s just dive in and think about the many different ways I think about this strange and compelling lump of light brown flesh and my many different feelings.

Fleshy Weight and Himbodom

The beginning of 2022 found me in a confusing and curious headspace.  I’d rejoined a gym at the end of May 2021, and began the process of working to change my body composition after fourteen months without structured gym exercise.  I’d lost muscle mass, I’d put on about forty pounds (18 kg), and was just in a prediabetic sugar range—something told with unsettling glee by a visiting doctor who’d taken my vitals in August 2021.  But regular gym time, constant exercise and a renewed schedule and eating had made some more noticeable changes.  By the beginning of the year I’d lost all of the pandemic weight and dropped out of the prediabetic range (I flinched visibly as the doctor praised me at ‘overcoming my body’—what a weird, fucked up and evangelical phrase).  As omicron dawned with its full fury and rage, I took a pause on the gym for six weeks, but kept up a regular fitness plan at home five days a week and supplemented it with my many, many long walks.  In hindsight, it makes sense as to why the walks became almost obsessive with me, reaching at one point 50 miles (80 kilometers) walked in a week, which was honestly too many.

If you’ve never been fat, I need to break this moment down for you.  Most of us, who grew up fat, who were seen as fat—especially in the 1990s which was a vicious and openly fatphobic time in media and broader culture—were trained to hate our bodies, to see them as short-term embarrassments, temporary setbacks on the road to being loved.  And most of us, through excruciating will power and terrible choices, lost the weight! We dropped down and only drank skim milk, eschewed pork for turkey, ate as many snackwell cakes that tasted like desperation and self-loathing with a thin chocolate coating as we could.  And inevitably, six or twelve or fifteen months later, the weight returned, and the sense of shame.  The sense of the treadmill of acceptability.  I’ve written much more at length about this phenomenon, which I tie to evangelical homophobia as well—the idea of being loved on credit, that you were only acceptable so long as you were changing who you were—so I won’t go into it here.  But I do want to talk about how this idea stayed with me, burned into my mind and heart, and therefore plagued me a bit in 2022 as I feared my ‘gains’ of the previous year would reverse, betraying me just like the failure Charlie Gordon experienced as his intellect wilted away in Flowers for Algernon (good God that book stays with me).  Sometimes I had to stop and think—what am I doing this for, this thing about my body?

Mercifully, my dear friend Robert, who spent 2022 gaining his official certification as a personal trainer and nutritionist, was not willing to let me endure in this space.  He reminded me that I loved being strong more than I loved being desirable, and he pushed me to think about what I actually wanted other than “not hatefully fat.”  His kindness was a balm for some of the more entrenched and shitty aspects of my fatphobia, and reminded me of my own goals.  And this moment helped me to think about my own physical and sexual feelings, too.  I had to think about my body in reference to a silly concept I’d discussed over previous years: Doctor Himbo.

For the uninitiated, a ‘himbo’ is a portmanteau of ‘he’ and ‘bimbo,’ the idea of a good-natured and attractive beefcake who offers not much by way of intellectual challenge.  He’s a stock character in queer and women-centered media, and the idea of being a hot, dumb but pleasant person also has its references in other media (for example, Kronk from the Emperor’s New Groove is a quintessential himbo.  Kristof in Frozen is definitely debatable as well).  The idea of the himbo is an attractive one—he’s a desirable but also intellectually daft character, a kind but deeply physical person.  He is, in many ways, the antithesis of me. 

I am anxious and deeply intellectual, I feel my body moves through so much irony and meta-description, that I can’t just be unencumbered.  I remember the times my (ironically very himbo-adjacent) father, a former high school and college football star, would yell at me to do laps in an empty parking lot and tell me he was embarrassed at my lack of athletic prowess, even when my asthma caused me to retch between cars in a Ralph’s parking lot, my tears and vomit leaking into oily puddles that reflected the disdain etched in his face.  But I’d also inherited his genes as well, and I put on muscle easily, readily; ever since I first cleared 300lbs (140kg) on the weight bench at fifteen, I’d known I could be strong. 

So this year, once I returned to the gym with omicron’s decrease in mid-February, I pushed towards strength with a vengeance.  Being strong didn’t mean emulating my father, but it did mean a particular competence in my body that wasn’t about loathing what it wasn’t.  I’d never be thin. But my God, I could be strong. My body was ready and waiting to thicken in muscle; back broadened again, my arms swelled, my chest ballooned.  I was most impressed by my thighs, which hadn’t ever been this big before, and I found myself increasingly racking up weight after weight. (As of the beginning of 2023, I’ve cleared 600lbs/275kg in leg presses, which is fucking WILD)  I felt my body changing, to match some of my more ridiculous ideas.

And there’s the tension.  I’m afraid and overly-intellectual.  But a himbo is not; the character is instead a cartoon concept of beefy masculinity, unencumbered by the difficulties of absurdity, contradictions, or daily thought.  In some ways, the himbo was an ideal character for me to put on, to feel confidence, and to push back my childhood anxiety and horror and trauma.  And so that’s where Dr. Himbo, the brilliant professor who is also a powerful and generally good-hearted beefcake, began to take shape in my mind.  These contradictions excite and fuel me.  They make me feel powerful and quite frankly, incredibly sexy.  They also are terrifying and weird and I’m well aware that they’re playing with concepts and archetypes.  I’m basically the queer Black Bruce Banner your boyfriend warned you about—because he’s the Hulk at the same time—and he loves postcolonialism and speedos.

But 2022 ended with me flexing angrily in front of a mirror, throwing another weight after another into the air with controlled jerks, sweat dripping past my eyes.  Dr. Himbo is here, he’s queer, and he’s going to laugh and flex past so many fault lines.

New Year, New Fabric

I found myself in 2022 also looking for new ways to cover my body.  After eighteen months of pandemic inspired caftans, I needed a switch, something different.  Two new things found themselves covering this frame—crowns and jumpsuits.

I’d gotten my first felt crown hat from my mother as a gift for getting tenure in 2021.  I found the way it emulated the sardonic and jaunty Jughead of Archie comic fame a draw, but I couldn’t anticipate just how much other people would like them.  People fucking love these hats, y’all.  They’ll stop me in bars, grocery stores, church parking lots, the dentist’s office.  They never seem to want them for themselves; they just like the idea that it’s something so familiar yet different perched on my head.  And to be honest, I love it too.  It feels great and distinctive.  And friends and family noticed.  And bought me more.

And that is how I came to own eight of these damn hats in different colors.  And I love it. It’s surreal and silly and wonderful.  I love the crown signifies a form of playfulness that undercuts and emphasizes the way that I’m absurd and serious in so many other aspects of my life.  It feels like the best kind of armor, bested only by….a jumpsuit.

If you’d told me I’d own five jumpsuits at the end of the year I’d have laughed at you.  I’d bought one for my Halloween costume in 2019—I was one of the tethered from Jordan Peele’s horrifying film Us—but the grownup professional romper wasn’t what I was imagining.  Until I saw a few friends in them and realized there could be something about this.  A jumpsuit for me is a direct response to the caftan of the last two years.  A caftan hides and embraces and rejects hard lines in favour of comfort and domestic lounging.  A jumpsuit stays comfortable, but embraces pantlegs. It becomes instead a full vestment that bonds to me and allows me to walk and move freely and snarkily.  And they feel so goddamn strong and wonderful.  I wore one to my first VAMP speaker’s night, and then one day teaching, and I was hooked.

The jumpsuit makes me feel like a strange superhero.  It’s a battle-ready costume that gives me range to move and attack and defend and retreat.  It also feels comfortable as fuck and is basically socially acceptable pajamas.  I love it, and I feel powerful as hell in it.

And God help me when I combine the two.  Although the one student who said this combination of pink hat and jumpsuit made me look like “Princess Peach’s mechanic” was brilliant and hateful and correct.

 Feeling Safe in this Body

Of course, my muscles and my fabrics couldn’t protect me from the many, many diseases still lurking, a fact I learned when I fell ill with covid just after Easter 2022.  I honestly felt just a slight sniffle, and very infrequent cough.  It all could’ve been chalked up to pollen count, except for the chills I had one night after a requisite 5 mi (8km) walk.  Two home tests and a PCR later---yup.  I had it.  I felt afraid and ashamed and confused and angry.  Like I’d ruined some sort of perfection that I was supposed to maintain.

Infuriatingly, I didn’t actually get sicker.  I got better immediately, and found myself confined to my house with virtually no symptoms after day two, although I wouldn’t test negative for ten full days.  I tried to remind myself that it was not a moral failing to fall ill, but I owed it to others to protect them, and I succeeded for the most part.  Remote teaching was anxiety-enducing, but it worked all right.  I learned to sit in my house in so many different caftans (2021 redux!), and be kind to my body, which was struggling to keep me safe, thanks to the vaccines I’d received.

After my recovery, I felt briefly relaxed and then very afraid I’d contract it again.  My flights to Fiji and New Zealand were scary—especially after a brief cold, but I was all right.  I was sure to get my bivalent booster and feel as safe as I could, and be as responsible as possible.  But I had no idea how emotionally unprepared I was for the other virus.

Monkeypox swept across the globe at the end of May, and I was horrified and terrified as I watched the numbers climb precipitously in the summer of 2022.  I immediately stopped sexual and most physical contact, and then cried as I felt like I was returning to my sense of isolation and fear again, even while others weren’t.  And finally, when the government offered vaccines, or hope—they were achingly, infuriatingly slow.  I couldn’t get one for nearly all of August, and I was so scared, and so angry that another virus would hit me, hurt me, hurt others.  I felt singled out as a queer, and even more alone.

I sat in those clinics twice this fall, getting stuck with needles that left permanent marks in my arms like the faint bruises my drunken father would give me after he got home on a school night.  But the weird pain and violence kept me safe, unlike him.  I felt that giving my body these shots and protections would keep this body safe, would make these things more endurable.

This year took my body to a series of confusing and strange places.  But I’m still incredibly grateful that I survived it, festooned my body, and celebrated its strength.  Just ask Dr. Himbo, your favourite intellectual beefcake.

[chefherrera]

MIS LECTURAS DEL 2022

Va una lista de mis lecturas favoritas de este año. Quiero saber cuáles fueron las tuyas y por qué. En esta lista vienen cuentos, crónicas, autores; no me concentro en libros exclusivamente.

1-THE PENGUIN BOOK OF THE UNDEAD . Un magnífico recorrido por las apariciones de muertos y fantasmas desde la antiguedad clásica hasta el renacimiento. Las series de la editorial Penguin, muy bien investigadas y editadas, son de un gran valor literario y son, al mismo tiempo, buenas fuentes de entretenimiento, combinación esencial para despertar el interés por la lectura en tiempos donde el entretenimiento banal e inconsecuente domina nuestra cotidianidad. De la misma línea tenemos el libro de los exorcismos, de las brujas y del infierno. ¡Un gran viaje por la oscuridad!

2-SCHOPENHAUER: Parerga y Paralipómena. Me identifico mucho con mi tío Arthur por su pesimismo pero también por su manera de percibir a la naturaleza, como una fuerza ciega e irrefrenable. Y eso la convierte en un escenario de terror natural tremendo. Lo asocio vagamente con el terror cósmico de Lovecraft. Porque dentro de este escenario no existe un dios benévolo que ve por sus criaturas sino un vacío tremendo sin sentido.

Sus apuntes sobre los libros y la lectura son una delicia. Ah, y el capítulo sobre fantasmas, un tema favorito. Pero lo que más disfruto es que un filósofo de este nivel haya escrito sobre una variedad de temas que son de interés para todos, algo que los filósofos de hoy lo hacen cotidianamente. Eso, me parece, es la base de la filosofía: cuestionar, comentar nuestras cosas y preocupaciones de todos los días bajo distintos puntos de vista.

3-ODISEA, de Carlos García Gual. No se habla de "regresar a los clásicos"; ellos nunca se han ido ni nosotros nos hemos alejado de ellos. Son una presencia y garantía constante. Esta versión de García Gual logra despertar emociones y mantener vivo el interés por una obra que es parte esencial de nuestra cultura. Releer no para mantener viva esta litaratura, sino para descubrirnos de otra manera con cada nueva visita a estos textos. No conozco a nadie que habiendo leído la Odisea no se haya emocionado, y todos los que la hemos leído recordamos siempre una parte epecífica de ese viaje maravilloso.

4-LEONID ANDREYEV. Wow: un redescubrimiento. Había leído un par de cuentos en antologías y siempre me quedó la curiosidad de saber más de él. Su cuento "Lázaro" es de los 5 mejores que he leido. Le sigue "fantasmas", “abismo” y otos más. En mi nunca humilde opinión, se le debería poner más atención.

5-¡BORGES!Quien no ha leído a Borges está perdido. La editorial Lumen ha sacado una serie de entrevistas y conferencias del escritor argentino que rebozan sabiduría y sorpresa. Junto con Eco, es de mis escritores favoritos y los que más estimulan la mente. Imprescindible.

6-THE PARIS REVIEW: 1953-2012. Grandes entrevistas a escritores e intelectuales. Leer una entrevista es escuchar un monólogo entre una persona de interés que sólo quiere hablar de su obra y de sí mismo y un periodista que le importa un carajo lo que el escritor diga con tal de sacar una buena nota. Aquí el mejor ejemplo. Encontrará a su escrito favorito hablando un poco de todo. Pero lo más revelador siempre será que estos intelectuales muestran facetas y puntos de vista que parecieran no tener nada que ver con lo que escribieron. Hay muchas entrevistas: estamos ante un pequeño y conciso universo de opiniones y vivencias. Muy entretenido e ilustrativo.

7-GILCHRIST. Leyendo los cuentos de Robert Murray Gilchrist pareciera a veces como si los personajes atravesaran esta frontera, dibujada en un ambiente liminial, entre nuestro mundo y esas otras realidades alternativas, un poco como lo que ocurre en The willows, de Algernon Blackwood. Se percibe una especie de ensoñación que se desarrolla entre una densidad neblinosa, en la oscuridad de los bosques y las brumas de la mañana, pero estos ambientes terminan por absorber el destino de los personajes, los cuales, por fortuna, nunca terminan bien. Un viaje por oscuras y mágicas creencias de las islas británicas y su rico pasado imaginativo, pero con un toque sombrío y decadente que nos envuelve en esta atmósfera que no tiene salida. 

8-¡TENSIÓN! Una de las características fundamentales en los cuentos de Shirley Jackson es la manera magistral de crear tensión a partir de situaciones cotidianas, inocuas. Generar conflictos desde la mecánica rítmica de los ritualitos, la rutina. De la misma manera en que otros autores descubrieron que justamente ahí se hallaba la base para construir una literatura de horror, Jackson aprovecha para descubrir -¿catalizar?- represiones, odios, rencores, complejos y otras pasiones normales y construir thrillers que rallan en el homicidio, la locura, el linchamiento. Cuentos como The people of the lake, The lottery, Trial by combat, o Charles, que trata de un niño que proyecta su personalidad conflictiva en un niño inexistente, utilizan este recurso para construir poco a poco un ambiente siniestro que progresa, algunas veces, hasta consecuencias fatales, otras, a finales abiertos que nos dejan con una gran inquietud.

Luego de leer estos textos uno se formula algunas preguntas; ¿Hasta dónde estiramos la liga de la tensión acumulada por las presiones cotidianas? ¿Cómo opera este mecanismo inconsciente que nos reprime al momento de querer o tener esta imperiosa necesidad de estallar, de liberar emociones? ¿Qué ocurre cuando estas reacciones suprimidas se canalizan de manera social y de esa manera justificamos su expresión? ¿Qué papel juegan las leyes, la moral y las costumbres aprendidas en casa y en la calle en la manera en que nos comportamos? Estas preguntas las aborda la señora Jackson en textos ya clásicos de la vida cotidiana escritos hace ya tantas décadas pero que parecen escritas hoy.

9-LIAO YIWU. Extraordinario narrador chino contemporáneo. Crónicas como El adivino y el embalsamador nos remontan a escenarios donde se entremezclan magia, tradición y política para crear una extraña ambientación que denuncia al tiempo que nos conecta con realidades suprimidas por una ideología. Vetado en China, es una voz indispensable para comprender la evolución de sociedades forzadas a creer unas cosas y dejar de creer otras, bajo estériles consignas de libertad y bienestar popular. 

10-THE BRITISH LIBRARY. Una colección que recién descubrí este año y que me ha obsesionado. Muy buenas antologías de -cuento principalmente- y textos de temas varios, vistos desde el umbral del terror, la fantasía y el género weird. Así, se cuentan títulos que cubren los siguientes temas: cuentos de terror sobre la navidad, sobre las costas de Inglaterra, el terror en la tecnología, el horror de y en los mares, fantasmas y apariciones de niños, escritores poco conocidos de la época victoriana, insectos, fenómenos atmosféricos, terror en los polos, plantas asesinas, dimensiones extrañas, etc. Una gran colección que nos permite acudir a toda esta variedad de temas en cualquier momento.

11-MEDIEVAL GHOST STORIES (Andrew Joynes), SUPERNATURAL ENCOUNTERS: DEMONS AND THE RESTLESS DEAD IN MEDIEVAL ENGLAND de Stephen Gordon y THE DIALOGUE ON MIRACLES de Cesáreo de Heisterbach. Tres libros para entender la percepción del fantasma y otros fenómenos paranormales en el medievo europeo. Se cuentan historias terribles y otras que rayan en lo fantástico. En muchas se aprecia el tono moralizante pero hay otras crónicas que arrastran una tradición nórdica anterior al cristianismo y en las cuales se puede ver este paganismo vivo y en constante desarrollo. Lo interesante es que no fue sino hasta finales del siglo XVIII cuando todos estos fenómenos comienzan a trasladarse de la superstición cotidiana y religiosa hacia el fenómeno literario. Ahí comienza otra historia.

12-¡EL QUIJOTE! Dicen que el Quijote es lectura obligada. Yo digo que usted debe leer lo que le salga del forro de las pelotas. A mí siempre me ha fascinado este libro y yo lo considero indispensable. El tono y el humor aquí son absolutamente necesarios para entender una faceta de la naturaleza humana que con frecuencia nos salva de serios descalabros alimentados por el odio y la intolerancia. Además, la edición actualizada de Andrés Trapiello refresca el viejo español, susituyendo arcaísmos y frases ininteligibles, logrando una lectura más fluida.

13-LA TRAGEDIA DEL DOCTOR FAUSTO, Christopher Marlowe. No sólo es la segunda obra de teatro más vista en la historia, representa nuestro último gran mito en occidente. El doctor Fausto vende su alma al diablo por sabiduría. ¿Pero es esto lo que realmente ocurre aquí? Hay algo más; esta transacción representa más bien la transición de la superstición a la ciencia, al pensamiento racional. La venta del alma es en realidad la negación de la misma y la sabiduría adquirida se fundamenta en lo experimental, lo científico. Tal vez con la intención de acercarnos más a dios para destruirlo, y ahí podría estar focalizado el conflicto del conocimiento. Y también está el tema del Círculo Mágico; en tanto que se trata de una estructura que viene de la antigüedad en este caso no se utiliza como elemento para contener o proteger, sino como un medio comunicativo. Lo que hace esta estructura es permitir el acceso no a una realidad paranormal o sobrenatural, sino acercarnos a la posibilidad de conocer facetas de la naturaleza por ahora inaccesibles y misteriosas.

14-¡CONAN! Robert E. Howard. Confieso que nunca lo leí. Vi la película con Arnold Schwarzeneger en la secundaria pero fue tiempo después que descubrí quién era su autor, y esto porque me encontraba leyendo sus cuentos de terror. No soy fan de la literatura fantástica pero Conan me parece formidable y a esto hay que agregar el manejo del lenguaje por parte del autor, capaz de crear atmósferas increíbles y generar vivas e intensas emociones. Los episodios de Conan el Cimerio atrapan, arrebatan y cuando uno termina la lectura sentimos ese típico vacío que nos deja añorando por más. Y claro, ya que estamos tocando el tema del cuento fantástico, no me voy sin recomendar a Lord Dunsany, pero de él hay que hablar en detalle en otra ocasión.

EPÍLOGO. Leer es una gran aventura. En tanto que sí hay literatura chafa y superficial, debemos inclinarnos por aquellos textos que tengan no sólo un impacto personal, sino una hechura correcta. Los clásicos bien pueden ser garantía de esto, por eso siempre se recomienda tenerlos a la mano. Y si estudiamos los textos que analizan estas obras nuestro nivel de comprensión y gozo de las mismas será mayor. Pero, como dije en el caso de Conan, también se lee para distraerse y arrebatarse, para sumergirse en esos mundos fantásticos que nos sacan momentáneamente de los rituales, rutinas y hábitos cotidianos. Y así como los médicos recomiendan una alimentación saludable basada en proteínas, carbohidratos, frutas y verduras, así con la lectura: se debe leer un poco de todo para tener una constitución y salud intelectual adecuadas.

Por lo pronto hay varios libros que aún no termino y ya se nos viene encima el 2023, así que habrá que or viendo qué títulos se van presentando y qué tendencia tomaré este año que viene.

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Salvo los dos últimos, después de cuatro años seguía recordando en mayor o menor medida todos los cuentos de esta antología (y son dieciocho), lo que demuestra lo mucho que me gustaron. Comparados con los de Algernon Blackwood —que fueron los últimos relatos de terror propiamente tal que leí— me parece que estos son considerablemente mejores. Ninguno llega al nivel de “La pata de mono”, su cuento más famoso (que es, a su vez, uno de los más famosos de toda la literatura de terror), pero esto solo porque ése en particular es demasiado bueno. La atmósfera y sobre todo el uso sutil y equívoco de lo sobrenatural (a mi parecer, el elemento determinante de “La pata de mono”) me parece que están muy logrados en casi todos los cuentos, incluso en los que tienen un tono satírico. De todos modos, y aun habiéndome gustado tanto Algernon Blackwood como W. W. Jacobs, en el fondo se siente un tipo de relato poco original o hasta repetitivo. Corresponden a una época diferente y no es exactamente el mismo tipo de terror, pero no puedo evitar compararlos con Edgar Allan Poe, y a su lado se nota mucho la diferencia. La originalidad, la diversidad de argumentos y la habilidad en la escritura presente en cuentos como “El pozo y el péndulo”, “El entierro prematuro” o “El barril de amontillado” (por nombrar algunos, y ni siquiera los mejores) hace parecer poco impresionantes las típicas historias de fantasmas y casas embrujadas. Aun así, es una antología completamente recomendable. Mis tres cuentos favoritos quitando el ya nombrado fueron “La interrupción”, “El sirviente del hombre moreno” y “Cuidando del prójimo”.