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crack_van2009-12-07 03:13 pm
azdak.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-12-07 03:13 pm
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Gentleman's Relish by Executrix (PG)
Fandom: LORD PETER WIMSEY
Pairing: Bunter/St George
Length: 2,175
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
executrix
Author Website: See the wimseyfic tag on her LJ
Why this must be read:
Fanfic that is "more than" canon may go down the crack route, blithely inserting whatever trope takes the writer's fancy, just for the fun of it, or it may offer a resistant reading, interpreting the text in a way that the author never intended. Sayers' Bunter, for instance, is never presented as being in any way dissatisfied with his lot in life. Although we are given hints that a rather different man lurks beneath the Jeeves-like mask of the perfect servant, it is never suggested that this difference extends to criticism of the class system or any of the constraints it imposes on him (on the contrary, when Peter offers him a raise, Bunter declines).executrix shows us Bunter from the inside, a Bunter with a real and complex inner life, who is far from happy with his lot, but sees no way out. She does it through the medium of what is possibly the rarest of all pairings in this fandom, Bunter and the Viscount St George, and makes their relationship utterly convincing. The fic is witty, intelligent and ultimately heart-breaking, it does justice to all the characters, and it's nothing like anything Sayers ever wrote. Even if you don't like slash, I strongly recommend that you read this.
Saint-George put down the epergne. Bunter stoically restored its luster. Saint-George picked up a freshly polished pair of sugar tongs and goggled his eyes at his hideously distorted reflection. “I mean, it’s only natural, isn’t? Or unnaturally natural. Chaps who like girls, like them because they’re different. So chaps like me fancy chaps like you. Because you’re different. You’re strong and you go around having adventures. I’m just blown around by the breeze.”
“This is a sceptred isle,” Bunter said. “Not a desert one. They had to go back.” And Bunter thought that that would be the end of it, wanted it to be the end of it, but the word “adventures” made him wish for adventures of his own, not the ones obtained by trailing around after Lord Peter.
Gentleman's Relish, or Five Times That Mervyn Bunter Knew His Place
Pairing: Bunter/St George
Length: 2,175
Author:
executrix Author Website: See the wimseyfic tag on her LJ
Why this must be read:
Fanfic that is "more than" canon may go down the crack route, blithely inserting whatever trope takes the writer's fancy, just for the fun of it, or it may offer a resistant reading, interpreting the text in a way that the author never intended. Sayers' Bunter, for instance, is never presented as being in any way dissatisfied with his lot in life. Although we are given hints that a rather different man lurks beneath the Jeeves-like mask of the perfect servant, it is never suggested that this difference extends to criticism of the class system or any of the constraints it imposes on him (on the contrary, when Peter offers him a raise, Bunter declines).
executrix shows us Bunter from the inside, a Bunter with a real and complex inner life, who is far from happy with his lot, but sees no way out. She does it through the medium of what is possibly the rarest of all pairings in this fandom, Bunter and the Viscount St George, and makes their relationship utterly convincing. The fic is witty, intelligent and ultimately heart-breaking, it does justice to all the characters, and it's nothing like anything Sayers ever wrote. Even if you don't like slash, I strongly recommend that you read this.Saint-George put down the epergne. Bunter stoically restored its luster. Saint-George picked up a freshly polished pair of sugar tongs and goggled his eyes at his hideously distorted reflection. “I mean, it’s only natural, isn’t? Or unnaturally natural. Chaps who like girls, like them because they’re different. So chaps like me fancy chaps like you. Because you’re different. You’re strong and you go around having adventures. I’m just blown around by the breeze.”
“This is a sceptred isle,” Bunter said. “Not a desert one. They had to go back.” And Bunter thought that that would be the end of it, wanted it to be the end of it, but the word “adventures” made him wish for adventures of his own, not the ones obtained by trailing around after Lord Peter.
Gentleman's Relish, or Five Times That Mervyn Bunter Knew His Place
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