i'm a little late to this shindig, but i finally got to reading this fic, and was, like the rest of you, very pleased with it. it's atmospheric, and intellectual, and also seems to be a very sensitive story. by that i mean it seems keyed in to all kinds of undertones and currents - whether it be the sensuous heat, the rife unknowable way the forest is described, the reverence with which mulder and scully stand before sarah's mural and recall Lasceaux, the unspoken integral innocence of sarah herself, or the way that scully ponders her partner, with care, and with some definite hesitancy.
my favorite fics - if they are going to have a plot - tend to be a little bit more dramatic than this, and a little less sparing. that sparing element, for me, is a great deal of what makes this fic seem so tremendously Carteresque: it brushes against such enormous issues - both of character and of the paranormal. it taps them, sounding them out, but doesn't really dive right in, or plunge the characters in. rather, it hangs back. we learn what we can about what is occurring by looking in from the outside.
in the case of this fic, i really like that. if all fics were like this fic, naturally, i'd get a trifle bored, anxious for some drive, some sheer intensity. but all fics are not like this. in fact, so few fics manage to take up such a straight-shooting, mindful air that i find myself extremely grateful when i come across a fic like this one. i very much like what estella_c says about this fic - that it is trustable.
not only did this fic manage to fit wonderfully in with the tone of S2-3, i think it played out like a particularly well told weekly episode. it had the clear focus, steady pace, and reverence for the wise and the mysterious that the series had when it was at it's best, but sometimes lacked when it was not at its best.
i really liked the way sarah and mulder were compared. i found that a very resonant and intriguing dynamic, especially as it was noted by a confused scully, from the outside. my sense of empathy for mulder was heightened by it being filtered through scully. i was particularly surprised to find that i didn't mind scully being a bit slow to catch on to what mulder was seeing in sarah.
usually i find it extremely grating when i know/suspect something in a story before the character(s) do. i end up feeling like the character's intelligence and their perceptivity are being deliberately stunted by the writer because the story demands it. canon is as guilty of this as fanfic. but in this case i didn't mind at all.
"I mean, she's complete inside herself. She loves us, and she knows we love her. But she doesn't need us. It's as if she decided, after that horrible mess back in California, that she'd had enough. She's separate. She's her own country. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes," murmured Scully. "I think I do."
as a reader, at that point (which is also one of my favorite lines) i thought, "oh, how wonderful! kipler isn't going to parallel sarah and samantha; she's going to parallel mulder and sarah!" and from that point on the fic had kind of won me over big time. but i also found it extremely believable that scully didn't realize what mulder was essentially seeing in sarah until the end. scully has to work to always be on the level, even when mulder's not being very forthcoming - a fact which is apparent in this fic, without it being overly dramatic. it makes sense that, already on edge, she would automatically jump to fearing 'the worst' - fearing that mulder was projecting his sister's abduction onto the case. after all, isn't that the number one matter that is ever at hand for him? she can't see the forest for the trees (pun noted), in this case, and rather than judge her harshly for it, i felt heightened empathy for her. confusion is such a staple of her life, she is constantly struggling to apply reason and logic to each troubling new situation, and i was very glad that kipler paid her that due; that just because she doesn't always understand what's going on doesn't mean she gives herself licence to stop trying.
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Date: 2010-02-17 02:29 am (UTC)my favorite fics - if they are going to have a plot - tend to be a little bit more dramatic than this, and a little less sparing. that sparing element, for me, is a great deal of what makes this fic seem so tremendously Carteresque: it brushes against such enormous issues - both of character and of the paranormal. it taps them, sounding them out, but doesn't really dive right in, or plunge the characters in. rather, it hangs back. we learn what we can about what is occurring by looking in from the outside.
in the case of this fic, i really like that. if all fics were like this fic, naturally, i'd get a trifle bored, anxious for some drive, some sheer intensity. but all fics are not like this. in fact, so few fics manage to take up such a straight-shooting, mindful air that i find myself extremely grateful when i come across a fic like this one. i very much like what
not only did this fic manage to fit wonderfully in with the tone of S2-3, i think it played out like a particularly well told weekly episode. it had the clear focus, steady pace, and reverence for the wise and the mysterious that the series had when it was at it's best, but sometimes lacked when it was not at its best.
i really liked the way sarah and mulder were compared. i found that a very resonant and intriguing dynamic, especially as it was noted by a confused scully, from the outside. my sense of empathy for mulder was heightened by it being filtered through scully. i was particularly surprised to find that i didn't mind scully being a bit slow to catch on to what mulder was seeing in sarah.
usually i find it extremely grating when i know/suspect something in a story before the character(s) do. i end up feeling like the character's intelligence and their perceptivity are being deliberately stunted by the writer because the story demands it. canon is as guilty of this as fanfic. but in this case i didn't mind at all.
"I mean, she's complete inside herself. She loves us, and she knows we love her. But she doesn't need us. It's as if she decided, after that horrible mess back in California, that she'd had enough. She's separate. She's her own country. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes," murmured Scully. "I think I do."
as a reader, at that point (which is also one of my favorite lines) i thought, "oh, how wonderful! kipler isn't going to parallel sarah and samantha; she's going to parallel mulder and sarah!" and from that point on the fic had kind of won me over big time. but i also found it extremely believable that scully didn't realize what mulder was essentially seeing in sarah until the end. scully has to work to always be on the level, even when mulder's not being very forthcoming - a fact which is apparent in this fic, without it being overly dramatic. it makes sense that, already on edge, she would automatically jump to fearing 'the worst' - fearing that mulder was projecting his sister's abduction onto the case. after all, isn't that the number one matter that is ever at hand for him? she can't see the forest for the trees (pun noted), in this case, and rather than judge her harshly for it, i felt heightened empathy for her. confusion is such a staple of her life, she is constantly struggling to apply reason and logic to each troubling new situation, and i was very glad that kipler paid her that due; that just because she doesn't always understand what's going on doesn't mean she gives herself licence to stop trying.