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Jean and Me: A Tale of the Marvels by David J. Warner (PG)
Fandom: X-MEN COMICVERSE
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ: Erm, buggered if I know...
Author Website: David J. Warner's section on shifting-sands.alara.net
Why this must be read: Let's start off at the very beginning, shall we?
Back before she was Phoenix, back before she was Marvel Girl, back before she died (and came back, and died, and came back again...), back before she was replaced by her malevolent clone, back before she was placed in a cocoon under the Hudson Bay by an omnipotent space deity intent on usurping her life (as you do), Jean Grey was a simple teenage girl dealing with some pretty hefty issues.
Good representations of Jean in fic are to be treasured above rubies, and I think that "Jean and Me" was one of the first great Jean-stories out there. I pretty much presume that this story is canon, myself, or at least as close to canon as it gets when we're looking from the outside-in; it's one of those fics that just fits, some elegant conjuration of the spark that compels us to love these wacky, madcap, misfit mutants.
The story's narrator, Joey Bilotti, truly is an Everyman we can all identify with, an Everyman living through the most interesting of times; and through his honest, perceptive eyes we witness the dawn of an age of marvels. I dare you to read this without feeling that you, too, were once a little bit in love with the Red-Headed Girl Who Flew.
A brief excerpt:
(Oh yeah, and I'm Jeff, I'll be your tour guide this month through the wonderful world ofDisney X-Men comicfic. Y'all won't be getting sprawling epics from me--for one thing, I have the attention span of a mayfly in heat, but more importantly, most really long plot-driven novel/las in X-Men comicverse demand at least a serviceable command of well over forty years of confusing, infuriating, and often contradictory canon, and frankly, there're only so many times a fanboy can explain something like Inferno or the Age of Apocalypse without feeling a little bit silly afterwards.
So. That being said, I'll be concentrating on shorter, character-driven pieces. I'll also be reccing lots of older stuff, so many of these authors may not have LJs.)
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ: Erm, buggered if I know...
Author Website: David J. Warner's section on shifting-sands.alara.net
Why this must be read: Let's start off at the very beginning, shall we?
Back before she was Phoenix, back before she was Marvel Girl, back before she died (and came back, and died, and came back again...), back before she was replaced by her malevolent clone, back before she was placed in a cocoon under the Hudson Bay by an omnipotent space deity intent on usurping her life (as you do), Jean Grey was a simple teenage girl dealing with some pretty hefty issues.
Good representations of Jean in fic are to be treasured above rubies, and I think that "Jean and Me" was one of the first great Jean-stories out there. I pretty much presume that this story is canon, myself, or at least as close to canon as it gets when we're looking from the outside-in; it's one of those fics that just fits, some elegant conjuration of the spark that compels us to love these wacky, madcap, misfit mutants.
The story's narrator, Joey Bilotti, truly is an Everyman we can all identify with, an Everyman living through the most interesting of times; and through his honest, perceptive eyes we witness the dawn of an age of marvels. I dare you to read this without feeling that you, too, were once a little bit in love with the Red-Headed Girl Who Flew.
A brief excerpt:
Derrick Chance, the basketball team's star center, jumped high into the air to grab a rebound off one of my bricks, then stared down at me for a moment. Considering he was 6'8" and I was 5'6", this wasn't hard for him at all. He finally smiled and shook his head.It is with great joy that I recommend Jean and Me: A Tale of the Marvels.
"You shoot like a girl, man."
He tossed the ball over to Jean, who must have heard what he said, because she froze him with one cold look -- I'm talking liquid nitrogen cold. Then she prompted fired what had to be at least a twenty-foot jump shot. Admittedly, her form seemed a bit feminine, but the results were universal.
Swish.
Derrick's jaw dropped. So did mine. She jogged over to where I stood in the other line.
"Don't listen to him," she told him. "You don't shoot like a girl, at all."
(Oh yeah, and I'm Jeff, I'll be your tour guide this month through the wonderful world of
So. That being said, I'll be concentrating on shorter, character-driven pieces. I'll also be reccing lots of older stuff, so many of these authors may not have LJs.)