Mon May 11, 2009 8:16 am by Giorgia
Gheee. Race, the same thing happened to me: my computer deleted my lovely critique. *Sigh* But, as were you, I'm happy to start again, though (sorry, sorry, sorry!) I may have to paraphrase a bit, because you know me and my rants, and I have a lot of homework.
Mostly Chemistry, but who decided that all five of my 150 hour subjects needed to have tests in the same week? I mean, really. And it's not even exams. Oh, no. We have work on top of all our tests, and we're at school all day every day.
Just to add insult to injury, at least to of them are "practice tests" (I'd like to get my hands on the person who invented those), and we have bigger tests next week.
*Breathes*
Anywho, now that that's under control.
TQ: Talk to me about style. How are you more or less stylized than other authors of your fandom? Tell me about your style? What's unique about your writing?
I think that my style tends toward being convoluted. Well, not in the ploot-sense (because I can't remember the last time I actually wrote a fic with a real plot), but in the sentence structure sense. As you all well know, what with the semicolons and all.
I tend to write rather sarcastically though, and it's actually very hard to turn that off - you should see some of the essays I write. When I'm writing something more... comedic? I find that I use sarcasm to get my piont across. If, indeed, I have one. If I'm writing something more angsty, it still often has a sarcastic tint, but it's bitter sarcasm - scathing, I suppose.
Mostly, this is because I can't write anything remotely tear-jerking, so I just stick to anger-evoking. *Shrugs*
(Zelda, you've written for Without a Trace? Eep! Are they posted? Can I read them? Are they shippy?)
It's interesting, though, that when I write for Bones, I usually stick to one style - more dialogue, more fluff, less intelligent, maybe. But when I write for Without a Trace, I find it much easier to adjust. I use more sarcasm, a hell of a lot more innuendo, and I use a lot more of the character's thoughts.
I think it's becuase I started FF with writing for Bones, so I got really used to that one style, besides being a few years younger. But with Without a Trace, I started only a few months ago (actually, I think it's been almost a year, and wow, did that go fast) and I never really settled on a style for it.
Okay, what was that I was saying about rambling and homework? *Hits self* Shut up, Giorgia.
Whoo.
Critique:
Um, forgive me for sounding stupid, but can Claire still get drunk? Or pass out from alcohol consumption? The scemantics of this immortality thing actually fascinate me. Because I'm fascinated by things like that: basically anything that purely theoretical. (Why can't any of my school work be on that stuff? So much more interesting that trig and reactions of metal oxides).
So, if you hadn't noticed, I don't, in fact, watch Heroes. Which is nothing against heroes, really, but when it started, it was on at the same time as something else (ER, I think), and so I never got into it. Then it started being on at stupid times like 11:30 on a Monday night every other week, and it was just silly to even try.
But, alas, I'll do my best.
The only erroneous (isn't that a horrible word?) thing I could find was, like the others have pointed out, the tenses. The rest was great!
From the first sentence, you can see Claire's frame of mind. I could actually see the bar, even though it's totally ambiguous as to where she is until later. Odd, really, but very effective.
I just love her recklessness. I mean, you would be, if you were her, but if the guy who grabbed her hadn't seen the blood... I can't help but wonder just how far she would have let him go. Which is morbid, but logical.
So Claire's forever young? Huh. You learn something new every day. Pity it couldn't be trig, though. Hehe.
Tearful green eyes watched the process, cursing the man standing on the other side of the tracks, his arms above him like a superhero as he made sure the crashing train didn’t hit her.
I like the way you've transitioned from talking about her like you're actually in her head to talking about her like you're watching her. Usually it would be a weird thing for an author to do (however consciously), but here it really works, because it shows the scene, and really, how are you so good at putting images in my head with so few words?
It's amazing. The train scene has me in slight awe, actually, watching it in my mind. Hm.
“Stop saving me.”
Love the simplicity of that line. I can hear it. And you're doing it with sound, man. Sound! Teach me how? I'll give you a cookie?
Leaving wasn’t an option; it was the only thing she could do.
Though the way it's done does fit with the rest of the story, this line confuddled me for a few seconds the first time I read the it. Putting in some kind of page-break (though nothing too drastic because that would spoil the effect of the story entirely) might work. Or an interim sentence? Or you could not listen to me. My brain is probably just slow...
It’s an added bonus when you can’t speak the language, which means you can simply ignore whatever people are saying with the excuse of “I don’t understand you”.
This is still second person, but it's not talking to you, it's more like... comraderie. Hehe. It's the difference between making the reader the main character in your story and simply talking to them.
Very nice line, but it switches speaker. This is in second person, directly adressing the audience, while the rest of the piece is in third. Which is purely grammatical nonsense, but it's grammatical all the same. If it works, it works.
I would suggest, though, saying:
It’s an added bonus that you can’t speak the language, which means you can simply ignore whatever people are saying with the excuse of “I don’t understand you”.
Hehe, when you mentioned throwing the passport away, I just pictured some lucky ol' Frenchman pulling it out of the trash and doing a little dance. Really, I worry about me, sometimes.
I like the change of personality at the end. Hehe, if it can make you not-insane (or in Claire's case, not maniacally scuicidal) then I think I'm going to France this weekend. Just the fact that she owed his a second chance because he had saved her life was great, whereas before she was all but damning him for it.
The last line is goood, too, for the same reason. It's hopeful where the rest - or at least beginning - of the piece was so hopeless. And, I know I'm being evil here, but the use of second person here works. Really well.
Great piece, and I'm off to the salt mines that are chemistry homework. Hehe. Salt mines.
[align=center]acid + metallic hydroxide --> salt + water[/align]
I'm actually fairly certain that I've gone insane...
"You smiled; and then I knew why Debbie calls you 'Sunshine'."