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mandysbitch.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2005-07-20 11:09 am
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The Game Everywhere by P S Burton (R for very disturbing subject matter)
Fandom: THE WEST WING
Pairing: A little CJ/ Toby
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: I get the feeling this was drive-by fanfic. But it would be great if the author would come forward and let us know whether s/he is still writing because I would *definitely* read.
Why this must be read:
If I were ever asked for advice about how to write West Wing fic (and yes, there's a strong a possibility this might never happen...) I think the first thing I would warn against would be taking on Sorkin. That is, trying to write a Sorkin-esque political argument. He's good at it. *Real* good. And he has a writing team and script editors to patch over the bits where he's not. You can't compete with that, and you will come off looking liking a weak attempt if you try.
That said, there are always exceptions to the rule - a few authors have tried and come damn near close. And I admire them a great deal (you know who you are).
This story is one of those brave attempts that comes close enough to warrant applause. Written in the hey-day of Wing writing when damned smoking writing was a daily feature of the yahoogroups, it sadly appears to be the only offering from the author in this fandom. A shame because the Sorkin-esque political drama is very well done and the character interaction and political nous is completely credible. The administration comes off looking a looking a little callous in light of later episodes (the third season's "The Women of Kumar" comes to mind as it touches on the same issue and the outcome is very different to the story here) but the story is set circa season two and reasonably fits what we know of the characters at the time.
You should read this because it's great character work, it's dramatic, it's politically pointed and the dialogue is enticing. But most of all you should read it because it's a true story.
Someone takes a step in a field at Nyarubuye, and walks on bones.
Someone turns a page, files a paper.
Snow is coming to Washington soon, but it is not snowing yet.
You believe in truth. You believe that there is a single thing called truth. You believe that it can be known.
Two men are talking on a flight of concrete steps.
The Game Everywhere
Pairing: A little CJ/ Toby
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: I get the feeling this was drive-by fanfic. But it would be great if the author would come forward and let us know whether s/he is still writing because I would *definitely* read.
Why this must be read:
If I were ever asked for advice about how to write West Wing fic (and yes, there's a strong a possibility this might never happen...) I think the first thing I would warn against would be taking on Sorkin. That is, trying to write a Sorkin-esque political argument. He's good at it. *Real* good. And he has a writing team and script editors to patch over the bits where he's not. You can't compete with that, and you will come off looking liking a weak attempt if you try.
That said, there are always exceptions to the rule - a few authors have tried and come damn near close. And I admire them a great deal (you know who you are).
This story is one of those brave attempts that comes close enough to warrant applause. Written in the hey-day of Wing writing when damned smoking writing was a daily feature of the yahoogroups, it sadly appears to be the only offering from the author in this fandom. A shame because the Sorkin-esque political drama is very well done and the character interaction and political nous is completely credible. The administration comes off looking a looking a little callous in light of later episodes (the third season's "The Women of Kumar" comes to mind as it touches on the same issue and the outcome is very different to the story here) but the story is set circa season two and reasonably fits what we know of the characters at the time.
You should read this because it's great character work, it's dramatic, it's politically pointed and the dialogue is enticing. But most of all you should read it because it's a true story.
Someone takes a step in a field at Nyarubuye, and walks on bones.
Someone turns a page, files a paper.
Snow is coming to Washington soon, but it is not snowing yet.
You believe in truth. You believe that there is a single thing called truth. You believe that it can be known.
Two men are talking on a flight of concrete steps.
The Game Everywhere
