SGA Recs: Drama
Mar. 8th, 2006 03:13 pmSurvival by Niannah is not a slash story about John Sheppard and Rodney McCay. It is not.
It is a finding a place story about Ronan, told through Ronan's own voice. It is about seeing reality not directly, but by the effects that reality has. It is about the difference between not dying, necessarily, and not living. It is about, in fact, learning by observation, and altering your own behavior - and thus your own future - in light of that observation.
The author meant nothing poetical in the voice she chose, but I see the elements of haiku in it: minimal words, maximum description. Maximum impact.
Go read it. Yes, guys, it is safe for you as well.
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ETA: Okay, another rec of the same nature, so I'll just add it with this one. It's fairly safe for guys; the slash is not the point. The city is the point.
Living Conditions, by Minnow, is a flashbacking story that presents you with the aftermath first, so to speak: and then goes on, in concentric ripples, to tell you about all the effects, and the causes, leaving you with a heart aching about the fact that really, even when it most seems like you can and you are, you don't really get to choose your home and your family.
And what, exactly, exile means.
It is a finding a place story about Ronan, told through Ronan's own voice. It is about seeing reality not directly, but by the effects that reality has. It is about the difference between not dying, necessarily, and not living. It is about, in fact, learning by observation, and altering your own behavior - and thus your own future - in light of that observation.
The author meant nothing poetical in the voice she chose, but I see the elements of haiku in it: minimal words, maximum description. Maximum impact.
Go read it. Yes, guys, it is safe for you as well.
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ETA: Okay, another rec of the same nature, so I'll just add it with this one. It's fairly safe for guys; the slash is not the point. The city is the point.
Living Conditions, by Minnow, is a flashbacking story that presents you with the aftermath first, so to speak: and then goes on, in concentric ripples, to tell you about all the effects, and the causes, leaving you with a heart aching about the fact that really, even when it most seems like you can and you are, you don't really get to choose your home and your family.
And what, exactly, exile means.