Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Eileen Prince Snape/Severus Snape
Length: 5800
Author on LJ:
vissyAuthor Website: Verism (This is a link to the HP part of her oeuvre, which isn't entirely up to date)
Why this must be read:In the last six months, there are two fics that have enthralled me to the point of goosebumps. I love them beyond reason and am flabbergasted by the authors' respective talents, so I've saved them to rec together as June nears its end.
"Playing for Keeps" is the darker fic, and I'm putting it first so that my month of recs can finish on a more optimistic note. Really, though, it's hard for me to be coherent about this fic. After reading it, I babbled at the author like a crazy person, and it's become firmly established as part of my personal Snape canon, gut-wrenching though it is. The fic's misleading at first, a somewhat harsh but entirely believable glimpse of Severus' home life during his last year at Hogwarts. It uses his mother Eileen's POV, her idiomatic speech and her immersion in the minutiae of lower-class Muggle existence, to build a careful portrait of the suffocating
dreariness of Severus' childhood. It's not that affection's lacking, but that there's a dreadful secret at the heart of Eileen's renunciation of magic; and Severus, by attempting to jolly his mum during their rare time together, inadvertently triggers a re-enactment of it. Magic and its consequences take their revenge. It's pitiful but also horrifying, and it explains
so much about how Snape came to be the person we meet in canon. I can only imagine him fleeing the scene with the smoking, gaping hole of his innocence still smoldering inside him, condemned by his mum's original sin to loathe himself for the rest of his life.
One of the immense pleasures of this fic is the tart, almost crunchy language of it. Spinner's End is full of
things, and
vissy knows exactly what those things are. Her command of texture, detail, brusqueness, colorful turns of phrase, her gift for physical immediacy, for blending pinches of humor and poetry into the narrative, for turning domestic squalor and penny-pinching thrift into a mesmerizing tale of tragic proportions, is pure delight. I know that sounds contradictory, but trust me. It's also unexpectedly pleasing to see Snape presented as an ordinary teenager. And the portrait of Eileen is nothing short of breathtaking. Something muted and guilty lurks behind her dour surface, her plodding resignation, her denial of her own magic. Her voice is perfect. She's a sympathetic monster who never meant it to be this way. But it
is this way, and Severus would not exist if she hadn't been so criminally selfish.
There are so many sly hints and subtleties and connections that I realized only in retrospect were weaving this narrative fabric together that - *flaps hands excitedly* In sum: I was blown the fuck away. The fic's heartbreaking, and I love it as I love few others. And I should shut up now and just point you in its direction, because I could probably write a treatise on its artistry and traumatize the author into never writing another word because of the scary fangirl.
( Mother and son in the kitchen )Don't forget to leave the author some love if you enjoy it!
Playing for Keeps