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Falconer's gotta be one of the more memorable detectives I've come across in fiction. I'm really liking these. Is it appropriate to say thank you for posting these?
Well, I appreciate them. Of course there's the fascination with the "gross stuff," the visceral - you're doing a great job with that. I love writers who don't flinch away from that stuff. It's, I don't know - honest, maybe, is the word I'm looking for?
So, kind of like the firefighters who start their own fires to make themselves look good?
Wait! Was Falconer attending, or teaching the lecture?!
P.S. Use ©, dammit.
As you may have seen in your response, after it got processed by LJ, "©" should usually turn into "©", the copyright symbol that you wanted. It's probably just easier to use "(c)" and it has the same effect, though, so it really doesn't matter. It'll just look nicer with a clear copyright symbol.
yeah, it just looks more cooler.
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2005-05-18 10:21 pm (UTC)
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Awesome awesome awesome. Keep 'em coming!
21st Century Fairy Toes, I love it!
:) Thanks, always, for sharing.
Of the Falconer pieces, my fave thus far.
HA! Modern, drug-induced psuedo-fairy tales make my soul smile.
That is a fucking sexy crime. How the hell did you come up with that one??
Ps, you don't need me to tell you how brilliant... but you are.
And this is.
E's a demented wretch, innit he?
These Falconer pieces give me a warped little jolt of amusement. I know it's pretty much stunt writing for you, but still, it's got the beginnings of something darkly grand.
Lee Edward,
still reading
Firstly; the Falconer needs a TV show.
Secondly; I hope you got my email! I hate email because it's so unreliable and I always worry it never gets where it's supposed to go. I'd much rather enslave a pigeon with GPS up its butt to take my letters across the globe.
I keep picturing Rutger Hauer as Falconer. Who do you see?
Good question. 've had discussions in the past with friends about how we might cast some of our favorite fiction books, and it's always struck me as kind of neat how people, given that they've read the same book, can have so many different ideas of what the characters ought to look like. Sorry if you meant this to be a question for Warren and I'm hijacking it. ;)
I see Falconer as possibly looking and presenting as quite normal (not that Rutger isn't normal, exactly, but I guess he's rougher cut than I see Falconer), maybe even somewhat distinguished; possibly his speech is an affectation, and perhaps not. Alternatively, I can see him as a shy, furtive man, authoritative or seemingly with it" only when he's talking about forensics. One thing that stands out to me is he speaks of this things that would probably have most people revolted, calmly, or even in affectionate terms - so, I picture anyone from Law & Order: SVU's Richard Belzer (he might have a thin face; though maybe the Belzster would need a different voice, or not). I could also picture David Duchovny from the X-Files as Falconer, but he'd be different than Richard Belzer, in terms of presentation, obviously. For some reason the Stupendous Yappi from the X-Files popped into my head... damn, who was the actor who played him... I'm too damn lazy to look it up just now.
Jaap Broeker is the man who played the Stupendous Yappi. He was also Duchovny's stand-in.
I think I read that faerie tale...
His lectures must be fascinating. Or, at least, deeply disturbing. Probably both.
I like falconer and fear for the poor fool who figures out what he's up to.
These brighten up my day in an office filled with people who think Eastenders is the height of intelligent drama.
That last line makes it absolute gold.
At first, the cocaine stung as it seeped into my shredded feet, but soon the numbness spread through them, so I could no longer feel my toes. I danced on, blithely guessing where the ground was; as one guesses tongue away from teeth after the torments of the dentist's needle. Though I quickly became used to the oversized feel of my feet each time they fell to the floor, they were an encumbrance to my usual grace. Those red shoes sat there and taunted me: so elegant and made to dance in, but I restrained myself, with thoughts of carefully crafted, wooden limbs. I would rather rub cocaine into the damaged soles of my dancing feet than slip on those there red shoes. (I was the one who escaped the fate of the spin cycle, despite His charisma). | |
