#literature trade

[southeastasianhistories]

S. A. Ganapathy's date of birth is contested, with claims that he was born in 1912 refuted by a former colonial official who asserted that he was born in 1917. Ganapathy joined the Malayan Communist Party in 1939, fought with the Indian National Army during the Second World War, and was elected the President of the Pan Malayan Federation of Trade Unions in 1947, the first union party in Malaya and a significant threat to the British colonial powers that reoccupied the territory upon the end of the war. In 1949, in the midst of the Malayan Emergency, Ganapathy was charged with the illegal possession of a firearm (forbidden by Emergency laws) and sentenced to death by hanging. He was executed on 4 May 1949.

A. Ganapathy was a Malaysian milk trader who was arrested by Malaysian police in February 2021 to 'assist' them in their investigations of one of his brothers. While under police custody, he was repeatedly assaulted (with claims that the assaults included beatings with a rubber hose) necessitating the amputation of one of his legs and reports of kidney issues. Ganapathy passed away from his injuries in Selangor on 18 April 2021, leaving behind two children.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Considering that my familiar is Quoth the raven, and Astarion does dramatic readings of The Tell-Tale Heart in his spare time (I diagnose you with theatre nerd), with props (which reminds me; I should give him a heart and a brain from Balthazar's office for his hobbies) I figure these nerds bond over gothic fiction. ...or is Quoth actually a Discworld reference...?

Also these probably are references to Edgar Allan Poe in-universe, the actual historic man, not some bard equivalent from Toril who just happened to write the same stuff. I wonder who introduced Poe's stuff into the Realms; there are hidden portals to Earth around, though people who know about them are few. Elminster, did you do this? Or is it those halflings again?

[mistergreatbones]

Jason’s the lit nerd but Dick got the name Nightwing from a Kryptonian fable and Robin (in early versions) from Robin Hood

[existential-celestial]

“The Singular Speculation of the House Agent,” in The Club of Queer Trades by G.K. Chesterton

[elmp]

A Trade Like That Is Going To Get Attention

Bidets are God's proof

That They created us mete,

Right, and of Their Flesh.

[haveyoureadthistransbook]

A Loki Trade by Fern V. Bedek

goodreads

A run in with an ancient Norse artifact leads to two strangers waking up in each other's bodies. Matthew is finding having a female body less uncomfortable than expected, though. While his trade partner is clearly enjoying having a masculine one, and seems to look a little guilty about that. Will they find they're happy this way?

Mod opinion: I haven't read this short body swap transgender story yet, but I'm hoping to get around to it at some point.

[feddy-fagbear]

btw like,,, art trades include writing n shizz, like ill gladly throw a whole ass scene your way if you wanna write abt my lil guys yknow?

just- just so ppl are aware

[inthegardenpraying]

“Listen, now. On the other hand, you have fresh, young forces that are being wasted for lack of support, and that by the thousands, and that everywhere! | A hundred, a thousand good deeds and undertakings that could be arranged and set going by the money that old woman has doomed to the monastery! | Hundreds, maybe thousands of lives put right; dozens of families saved from destitution, from decay, from ruin, from depravity, from the venereal hospitals—all on her money. | Kill her and take her money, so that afterwards with its help you can devote yourself to the service of all mankind and the common cause: what do you think, wouldn’t thousands of good deeds make up for one tiny little crime? For one life, thousands of lives saved from decay and corruption. One death for hundreds of lives—it’s simple arithmetic! | And what does the life of this stupid, consumptive, and wicked old crone mean in the general balance? | No more than the life of a louse, a cockroach, and not even that much, because the old crone is harmful. | She’s eating up someone else’s life: the other day she got so angry that she bit Lizaveta’s finger; they almost had to cut it off!” | Dostoevsky, Fyodor/Crime and Punishment: A Novel in Six Parts with Epilogue/Vintage Classics/p. 68

[sxlphie]

Going to watch pride and prejudice (2005) for the first time tonight. Here we go

[abellinthecupboard]

Just One Thing

—after Georgia O’Keeffe Sometimes I long to be bone, sun-bleached and clean. Spine and shoulders undone, my head so antlered with worry at rest in the desert’s warm hands. Hip socket, an oculus: look through to watch the day moon float across endless blue sky. My body confuses me, its layers of memory and muscle, tensing at any rustle in the brush, my mind a clear night hungry with owls. Oh to be just one thing. Not a town or a house, not even the hearth holding a clutch of cut wood. Instead, a red canna lily, a singular flame painting the darkness. My only tasks to burn and to breathe.

— Phillip Watts Brown, featured in West Trade Review (source)

[dudefrommywesterns]

tbh, i'm a poser at everything i do. i don't listen to enough goth music to be a goth, punk music to be a punk, country music to be a country fan, emo music to be an emo, metal to be a metalhead, or 50s music to be...whatever that is or rap to be a fan of that

[eponastory]

AI is good, but it will never be able to replace the imagination of an artist.

I'd really love it if I could still draw as well as I did fifteen years ago. Otherwise, I'd draw the scenes in my stories that reflect the emotion I put into them. I traded one talent for another when I broke both wrists' horseback riding.

The one scene that hits me the most is when Dante has to calm Evan after he fights off Hatti. It's a pivotal moment where he realizes he has to be her father. Not just a protector or a demon hunter.

There are several scenes that I'd love to put into art. I just can't do it anymore, and it makes me sad.

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Letters to a Writer of Color Anthology

Authors: Madeleine Thien, Tiphanie Yanique, Xiaolu GuoEditors: Deepa Anappara, Taymour SoomroPublisher: Random House TradeReleased: March 7, 2023Received: NetGalley Goodreads | More Non-Fiction Reviews Book Summary: Letters to a Writer of Color is a collection of essays exploring literature, and its impact on sharing experiences. As such, it delves into the lives and stories of real people,…

[steevejr]

very funny realizing now, age 28, that im a tragedy enjoyer and suddenly remembering myself, age 10, reading my silly little fantasy novels and thinking 'ok but what if they DIED and SUFFERED forEVER'. like oh ok i see. ive always been like this actually.

[ancientorigins]

Like Troy, the Viking trading center of Kaupang was a legend until it was finally found in 1976 after a 200-year search by historians and archaeologists, each adding a piece to the Kaupang puzzle.

[kindaeccentric]

I've been thinking about buying a bass again and like. I think what's stopping me is the fact I have so many things I want to do, I'm simply afraid that I may pour my limited free time into learning an instrument that I might not even be good at in the end, while I could be painting, or writing, or hell, even sewing. And I already struggle with those, I'm not even good at those, and burned out, and I gave most of my life to writing and drawing already, I SHOULD be good at it by now, I should have published a novel, I should have sold some paintings, you know. Which probably means I'm not passionate enough for an instrument and shouldn't buy it just to have it. But then again, am I passionate enough about anything if I don't spend every free minute on art? I always have in my head that Polish saying 'for a bad ballerina even the hem of her own skirt is a problem', which means if you're not trying hard enough you blame everything else for your lack of success. And I consciously know I can't fight through exhaustion and burnout, but part of me believes I could and should and I'm just lazy. I just. I don't know. My brain feels like scrambled eggs.