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Faith and Practice in Religion Today by Eli (R)
Fandom: THE HISTORY BOYS
Pairing: Scripps/Posner
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rainfire_dancer
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Because it looks at Scripps/Posner through a lens of religious practices and ceremonies, which makes so much sense, given Scripps' relationship with religion and Posner's Judaism. It's far more than that, of course; it's the evolution of Scripps and Posner's romantic relationship, four important incidents out of their lives, and the language is lyrical and evocative without falling off into triteness or sappiness. And we really get to see their flaws, Posner's depression and self-deprecation, Scripps not knowing how or when to take action. But they're both such open, loving people at heart, and that sometimes makes everything all right even when it's really not. Plus, we get great glimpses of Dakin, Irwin, Lockwood, and Akthar, each of whom grow up (or don't) in their own wonderfully realistic ways. Just overall a really insightful, lovely piece.
The day outside is an uncommonly fine Yorkshire day, with soft breezes and sun, as if God's mocking them. Lockwood's taken on his final journey to the grave on the shoulders of his old friends, and Scripps can't process that: he's helping carry Lockwood, who wore trainers to his Cambridge interview, who was the best batsman they had at cricket, who once called him at Oxford at three in the morning, intoxicated, to tell him that there was a banana in his lampshade. As the coffin's lowered into the grave (trying their damndest not to bump it too much), the vicar's voice swoops through the last remaining lines of the service.
'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...'
'Remember, o God, we are as dust', Posner says suddenly, almost an automatic response as he stares into the grave. Glancing up, and realizing that everyone's staring at him, he flushes and mumbles an embarrassed apology.
Scripps puts his hand on the small of Posner's back and keeps it there through the throwing of earth onto the coffin (Posner pulls up some grass instead and sprinkles it on, which is possibly another Jewish tradition, or possibly just Posner), until they go across the graveyard and into the church hall for the wake.
Faith and Practice in Religion Today
Pairing: Scripps/Posner
Author on LJ:
rainfire_dancerAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Because it looks at Scripps/Posner through a lens of religious practices and ceremonies, which makes so much sense, given Scripps' relationship with religion and Posner's Judaism. It's far more than that, of course; it's the evolution of Scripps and Posner's romantic relationship, four important incidents out of their lives, and the language is lyrical and evocative without falling off into triteness or sappiness. And we really get to see their flaws, Posner's depression and self-deprecation, Scripps not knowing how or when to take action. But they're both such open, loving people at heart, and that sometimes makes everything all right even when it's really not. Plus, we get great glimpses of Dakin, Irwin, Lockwood, and Akthar, each of whom grow up (or don't) in their own wonderfully realistic ways. Just overall a really insightful, lovely piece.
The day outside is an uncommonly fine Yorkshire day, with soft breezes and sun, as if God's mocking them. Lockwood's taken on his final journey to the grave on the shoulders of his old friends, and Scripps can't process that: he's helping carry Lockwood, who wore trainers to his Cambridge interview, who was the best batsman they had at cricket, who once called him at Oxford at three in the morning, intoxicated, to tell him that there was a banana in his lampshade. As the coffin's lowered into the grave (trying their damndest not to bump it too much), the vicar's voice swoops through the last remaining lines of the service.
'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...'
'Remember, o God, we are as dust', Posner says suddenly, almost an automatic response as he stares into the grave. Glancing up, and realizing that everyone's staring at him, he flushes and mumbles an embarrassed apology.
Scripps puts his hand on the small of Posner's back and keeps it there through the throwing of earth onto the coffin (Posner pulls up some grass instead and sprinkles it on, which is possibly another Jewish tradition, or possibly just Posner), until they go across the graveyard and into the church hall for the wake.
Faith and Practice in Religion Today