Trust and Fiction

I’ve been thinking a lot about a specific kind of trust lately - the trust between a creator and their audience. For example, George R.R. Martin? I don’t trust him, but that doesn’t mean I won’t read his books as they come out. I’ll just read them cynically. ;-)

I like knowing where I stand with fiction authors. It’s an intimate relationship. I’m letting this person build his or her world in my head, opening myself up to their characters, living a whole ‘nother life through them. With really good writing, I see what the characters see, hear what they hear, feel what they feel.

So when I’m talking about “trusting” the author, I’m talking about them being somehow gentle (or at least consistent) with the world I’ve found my way into. It’s still very much their world; I know I’m a guest there, and sometimes bad things happen. But what I like about really good writing is that bad things don’t happen without a reason - even if that reason is simply that in real life sometimes bad things happen and we don’t know why. For a long time, if ever.

Authors I don’t trust? Gratuitously slaughter characters for no good reason, or worse, warp them out of all recognition over the course of a series. I’m not talking about natural character development, but basic changes to the character’s personality or outlook that make absolutely no sense to me.

I read the last 50 or so pages of Andy Weir’s The Martian wondering if I could trust the author (it was his first book).

I’ll read anything Ursula LeGuin writes, and trust that if she breaks my heart, I’ll still come away a better person.

Scott Lynch? I should have known not to trust him after the first book, but I did anyway, and…that jerk! For the foreseeable future, though, I will still read absolutely anything he writes. I love his writing, his world, I love his characters, and I trust that maybe things will make sense someday.

And I’ll probably forget how mad I was at him, until the next time. I wasn’t, like, book-flinging mad, but it was close.

It’s all subjective, anyway.

Hey, Voontah! :D

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manelleoliphant:

The grim reaper takes a break.

Awww! I guess that’s why cats have 9 lives. :D

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ydrill:

Cats in piles

OMG SQUEEEEEEEE!

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dbvictoria:

hellkittenslove:

knitmeapony:

analogfantasy:

lodubimvloyaar:

buffystolethetardis:

heyteenbookshey:

That moment of anxiety when you are about to use a word you learned in books but have never said out loud and have no idea how to pronounce it oh god what if I say it wrong everyone will know I am a fool

Hermione

indict

integral

melancholy

lemur

herbs

alacrity

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dbvictoria:

Lord of the Rings behind the scenes - Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd

Reblogging for @Voontah ;)

Wow, seriously tumblr autocorrect? You wanted to turn reblogging into “rue logging”?

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I entered my old-school version of Maleficent in Out Of Step Book’s recent Instagram contest, “Show Your Horns”. Done with Copics on watercolor paper. I’m pretty pleased with it. 

My heart’s got wings.

One of my ACEOs.

exploratorium:

mashable:

itscolossal:

A Multi-Camera 360° Panoramic Timelapse of the Stars by Vincent Brady [VIDEO]

WHOA!

Too mind bending not to reblog!

The proof is in the reblogging. 

exploratorium:

mashable:

itscolossal:

A Multi-Camera 360° Panoramic Timelapse of the Stars by Vincent Brady [VIDEO]

WHOA!

Too mind bending not to reblog!

The proof is in the reblogging. 

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Dragonflies hunting starry skies.

One of my ACEOs.

Does anyone NOT love owls?

One of my ACEOs

Feathers and starry skies are some of my favorite things. 

One of my ACEOs

Mornings and Evenings In the Urban Hobbit House

Mornings and evenings in ye olde urban hobbit house usually begin with the Chorus of the Damned our cats letting us know that it is an hour until their breakfast or dinner. And then fifty-nine minutes. And then fifty-eight. And then fifty-seven-and-a-half. Like godsdamned clockwork. This chorus is frequently punctuated by one or more of the two resident humans saying things like “SHUT IT” or “FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE GODS HOLY AND UNHOLY WILL YOU SHUT YOUR GODSDAMNED NOISEHOLE!” The chorus then concludes with the Feeding of the Domestic Tyrants Cats, and some of the most undignified shlurping and, my gosh, I don’t even know how to describe them, other sounds that I ever imagined coming from beings who were once (and sometimes, let’s face it, still are) worshipped as gods.