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swatkatVarious NPH crossovers I want people to write for me:
1. Dr. Horrible/HIMYM x-over: You know that part about Barney's evil twin Larney? Wasn't entirely a lie. Only his name was Billy, and he was part evil.
2. House/HIMYM x-over: (Barney/Cuddy) Hi, haaave you met Dr. Barney Stinson? He's with Doctors Without Borders, and he's in town for just one night before he leaves for Africa.
3. House/HIMYM x-over: (Barney/Amber) Barney is nothing if not sympathetic to women who've just been fired. They're ridiculously easy to get in bed.
4. Dr. Horrible/Pushing Daisies x-over: Ned does his thing. About the You Know What that happened to You Know Who.
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So instead of writing my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cuddy_fest fic (I'm making up for all the books I didn't read in the past two years - TAKE THAT, MICHEL FOUCAULT), I read The Kite-Runner. It was...disappointing, to say the least.
Exile stories are common in the literature of the Indian subcontinent. There are various kinds of exile stories - the self-imposed exile of the wandering artist; the exile of the immigrant in search of a better future; and, the kind relevant to us here, the exile of the forcefully uprooted. The exile of the refugee, with its connotation of banishment. I've grown up with these stories, especially of the last kind (my father's family was one of the few million rendered homeless by the Partition), and when I read such a story, I expect intensity. I expect loss and mourning and nostalgia, and above all intensity. I'm even willing to deal with the emo wangst of a boy who wants to become a manly man, provided I get everything else. Which is not the case with this story.
It's possible I'm being this harsh because I hated the protagonist so much. About three pages into the book I realised that I hated him. HATED him, and his emo "I'm not worthy of my father's manly legacy and Hassan's endless (manly) loyalty" whining. I'm not necessarily *opposed* to such protagonists, because Great Expectations is one of my favourite books EVER, but Amir just left me cold. After the decent beginning, the book began to flag in the middle, and the end just stretched out for too long. There *were* passages of extraordinary beauty, and places where I was genuinely touched, but my overall impression is one of inspidity.
I'm still planning on reading A Thousand Splendid Suns, because I hear he gets better (and it features women, which is always a good thing), but I'm kinda afraid at this point.
1. Dr. Horrible/HIMYM x-over: You know that part about Barney's evil twin Larney? Wasn't entirely a lie. Only his name was Billy, and he was part evil.
2. House/HIMYM x-over: (Barney/Cuddy) Hi, haaave you met Dr. Barney Stinson? He's with Doctors Without Borders, and he's in town for just one night before he leaves for Africa.
3. House/HIMYM x-over: (Barney/Amber) Barney is nothing if not sympathetic to women who've just been fired. They're ridiculously easy to get in bed.
4. Dr. Horrible/Pushing Daisies x-over: Ned does his thing. About the You Know What that happened to You Know Who.
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So instead of writing my
cuddy_fest fic (I'm making up for all the books I didn't read in the past two years - TAKE THAT, MICHEL FOUCAULT), I read The Kite-Runner. It was...disappointing, to say the least. Exile stories are common in the literature of the Indian subcontinent. There are various kinds of exile stories - the self-imposed exile of the wandering artist; the exile of the immigrant in search of a better future; and, the kind relevant to us here, the exile of the forcefully uprooted. The exile of the refugee, with its connotation of banishment. I've grown up with these stories, especially of the last kind (my father's family was one of the few million rendered homeless by the Partition), and when I read such a story, I expect intensity. I expect loss and mourning and nostalgia, and above all intensity. I'm even willing to deal with the emo wangst of a boy who wants to become a manly man, provided I get everything else. Which is not the case with this story.
It's possible I'm being this harsh because I hated the protagonist so much. About three pages into the book I realised that I hated him. HATED him, and his emo "I'm not worthy of my father's manly legacy and Hassan's endless (manly) loyalty" whining. I'm not necessarily *opposed* to such protagonists, because Great Expectations is one of my favourite books EVER, but Amir just left me cold. After the decent beginning, the book began to flag in the middle, and the end just stretched out for too long. There *were* passages of extraordinary beauty, and places where I was genuinely touched, but my overall impression is one of inspidity.
I'm still planning on reading A Thousand Splendid Suns, because I hear he gets better (and it features women, which is always a good thing), but I'm kinda afraid at this point.
