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A few Yuletide recs
Dec. 26th, 2018 12:14 pmIn between bouts of holiday family-ing, I've done a bit of Yuletide browsing, and so far have particularly enjoyed:
And two The Sting fics:
On a related note, every time someone in a Sting fic thinks about how blue the other character's eyes are, I'm reminded of that story about how Edith Head had to lay down the law to Paul Newman and Robert Redford about her rule that only one of them per scene could be wearing a blue shirt (they fought over it, as the blue brought out both of their eyes). WORK IT OUT, BOYS, Edith told them. WORK IT OUT.
- We'll Burn That Barn When We Come To It (modern-day Harold II of England/William the Conqueror, Teen & Up, 3.5K words): Told largely through emails and gossipy blog posts: William is a mega-developer with a grudge against his ex-boyfriend, organic-farmer Harold.
- you dug me out of this shallow grave (The Two Faces of January, Rydal Keener/Chester MacFarlane, Teen & Up, 2K words): Believably Highsmithian. In other words, creepy, death-saturated, and homoerotic.
- Superb Fry-Up (Instrumental) (This is Spinal Tap, David St. Hubbins/Nigel Tuffnel, Not Rated, 1.6K words): A seriously pee-your-pants funny extension of the Spinal Tap characters into the modern day. Complete with mocked-up Rolling Stone write-up and novelty section dividers. WONDERFUL.
- Hey Hey You You I Don't Like Your Girlfriend (Spy, Susan Cooper/Rayna Boyanov, Mature, 9K words): A really delightful movie sequel fic, with lots of good banter, good use of beleaguered!Susan, and excellent use of Nancy-on-the-comms.
And two The Sting fics:
- The Way To Shake a Federal Warrant (Henry Gondorff/Johnny Hooker, Explicit, 5K words): This fic has a super strong narrative voice and a great sense of place. Johnny, offended at having to read of Henry's death in the paper, travels to Mexico to investigate.
- better cheated to the last (Henry Gondorff/Johnny Hooker, Teen, 3.3K words): Very sweet, with a satisfying mini-con and some mild hanky-panky on a train (which, as we all know, is a weak spot of mine).
On a related note, every time someone in a Sting fic thinks about how blue the other character's eyes are, I'm reminded of that story about how Edith Head had to lay down the law to Paul Newman and Robert Redford about her rule that only one of them per scene could be wearing a blue shirt (they fought over it, as the blue brought out both of their eyes). WORK IT OUT, BOYS, Edith told them. WORK IT OUT.
