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Coldly Separate Stillness by Angharad (G)
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miss_morland, and I'll be your literary fandom reccer this month. To be more specific, I'll be reccing fics based on E.M. Forster's novel Maurice, the fandom of which sadly is not very large, despite its status as a GLBT classic. Here's to hoping that will change some day!
Fandom: Maurice
Pairing: Clive/Anne, allusions to Clive/Maurice
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
athousandwinds
Author Website: LJ memories
Why this must be read: Set sometime after the novel's ending, this short fic from Clive's perspective offers not only an impressive amount of insight into a character it can be hard to understand, let alone sympathise with; it also captures Forster's style beautifully, subtly showing us Clive's delusions as well as his underlying unhappiness.
"Dear," Anne whispered. "Are you well?"
He nodded irritably at her as one might swat a fly, and she subsided. Borenius was praying, his voice as sonorous and monotonous as ever. Clive could not feel anger towards him – it was unseemly for a man in his position – but he could despise him, as one did one's social inferiors. But Anne adored the man so!
"We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts," which lament Clive conceded somewhat reluctantly. He needn't have spent the week in town when Anne was holding down the fort here at Penge – in her condition, too. There had been no reproaches, of course, for she was not that sort of woman. But Clive had felt the niggling sense of guilt even as he took the train down. It had been business, naturally, nothing else would have kept him from home so long.
Coldly Separate Stillness
miss_morland, and I'll be your literary fandom reccer this month. To be more specific, I'll be reccing fics based on E.M. Forster's novel Maurice, the fandom of which sadly is not very large, despite its status as a GLBT classic. Here's to hoping that will change some day! Fandom: Maurice
Pairing: Clive/Anne, allusions to Clive/Maurice
Author on LJ:
athousandwinds Author Website: LJ memories
Why this must be read: Set sometime after the novel's ending, this short fic from Clive's perspective offers not only an impressive amount of insight into a character it can be hard to understand, let alone sympathise with; it also captures Forster's style beautifully, subtly showing us Clive's delusions as well as his underlying unhappiness.
"Dear," Anne whispered. "Are you well?"
He nodded irritably at her as one might swat a fly, and she subsided. Borenius was praying, his voice as sonorous and monotonous as ever. Clive could not feel anger towards him – it was unseemly for a man in his position – but he could despise him, as one did one's social inferiors. But Anne adored the man so!
"We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts," which lament Clive conceded somewhat reluctantly. He needn't have spent the week in town when Anne was holding down the fort here at Penge – in her condition, too. There had been no reproaches, of course, for she was not that sort of woman. But Clive had felt the niggling sense of guilt even as he took the train down. It had been business, naturally, nothing else would have kept him from home so long.
Coldly Separate Stillness
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I look forward to a month of Maurice. Awesomeness!
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