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nineveh-uk.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2010-12-08 12:41 am
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The Beginning, by lyras (PG)
I’ll be reccing the small but perfectly formed Lord Peter Wimsey fandom this month. It’s a reasonably active and quite varied fandom, producing fic that ranges from painstakingly canon-compliant to AU and occasionally bizarrer reaches, with a mix of gen, het and slash. I don’t think anyone has done wingfic yet, but I stand to be corrected. The fandom overview is here.
Fandom: Lord Peter Wimsey
Pairing: Gen: Peter, Bunter.
Length: c.2500
Author on LJ:
lyras
Author Website: Not known
Why this must be read:
The Lord Peter Wimsey fandom isn’t large, but it does feature some recurring themes that I'll be touching on in these recs, one of which is, perhaps not unsurprisingly, the Great War and its immediate aftermath. This fic by
lyras takes the scene from the epilogue of Busman’s Honeymoon, in which the Dowager Duchess describes Bunter turning up at Denver after the war when Peter is ill, and gives us a warm portrayal of an unusually uncertain Bunter and a typically distracted yet sharp Duchess.
The drizzle did not make the grand old house with its poplar-lined driveway look any less imposing. A lesser man would have quailed at the sight, but Bunter had faced down English country homes before. He merely smoothed down his suit and sedately peeled off to the left, following the path to the servants' entrance.
When the door was opened by a young and comely housemaid, he relaxed slightly. He was rusty, but he'd always been able to charm women, perhaps because his demeanour was so unthreatening. No woman, he thought, would believe some of the things he'd done in France.
Read it here.
Fandom: Lord Peter Wimsey
Pairing: Gen: Peter, Bunter.
Length: c.2500
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Not known
Why this must be read:
The Lord Peter Wimsey fandom isn’t large, but it does feature some recurring themes that I'll be touching on in these recs, one of which is, perhaps not unsurprisingly, the Great War and its immediate aftermath. This fic by
The drizzle did not make the grand old house with its poplar-lined driveway look any less imposing. A lesser man would have quailed at the sight, but Bunter had faced down English country homes before. He merely smoothed down his suit and sedately peeled off to the left, following the path to the servants' entrance.
When the door was opened by a young and comely housemaid, he relaxed slightly. He was rusty, but he'd always been able to charm women, perhaps because his demeanour was so unthreatening. No woman, he thought, would believe some of the things he'd done in France.
Read it here.

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I don’t think anyone has yet done wingfic yet, but I stand to be corrected.
Well that's thrown down the gauntlet...
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ETA: And I forgot! Sanctuary this month, too! I adore that as well. It really is Christmas :D
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Fingers crossed someone will pick it up!
(But it can't be Christmas yet! Too much work to do first.)
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You know, I'm always going to remember you for introducing me to That Story of
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I don't think I can promise uncontrollable weeping this time round, but shall try to deliver otherwise :-)
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And it really is, isn't it? I can't read it without crying, but it's so incredible. T&L seems to be very good at that.
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