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mrsronweasley) wrote2003-05-24 01:44 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2003-05-24 01:44 pm
Rochefort and Jo will know all about this...
You know, I have joked about it, I have laughed about it, but I finally have to face the sad facts. I really am in love with Anthony MacMurrough.
Or the closest equivalent to "in love" there is, considering that he IS fictional. But in my head, he isn't. He has completely taken over. Completely. It's ridiculous. In August it'll be a year since I read this book, but has it lightened up any? Noooo. Not a little bit. It's still occupying the biggest part of my imagination, and MacMurrough is just really permanently stuck there.
I could tell you all about how I picture him. Jo knows the saddest part of all - I know exactly what his walk would look like (and the reason she would know this is because I tried, and failed, to imitate it when we were in Dublin. I am more sad and pathetic than any of you ever knew.) I know exactly the way he holds his cigarettes. I can very clearly picture the way he holds a wine glass, or the way he smirks, or lifts an eyebrow at his aunt. I know exactly what he looks like naked. And how is this of any importance?
It all drives me absolutely crazy. I am just so very, very sad. Everything about him is irrisistible to me, everything. And these were all just the superficial things, too. There's also just...him. What he does, what he feels, what he thinks. All of the voices in his head. His sense of humor. I love every single aspect of him.
And people wonder why I say that I'm insane. This is why. (Or, well, partially.)
In other news, "Thousands Are Sailing" by the Pogues can very easily reduce me to tears. Not only because it has a gorgeous melody and is just a beautiful song, but also because the lyrics hit just a little too close to home. I'll do what Ni does. Here goes...
The Quote of The Day
------------------
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
[snip]
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance...
- "Thousands Are Sailing", The Pogues
Or the closest equivalent to "in love" there is, considering that he IS fictional. But in my head, he isn't. He has completely taken over. Completely. It's ridiculous. In August it'll be a year since I read this book, but has it lightened up any? Noooo. Not a little bit. It's still occupying the biggest part of my imagination, and MacMurrough is just really permanently stuck there.
I could tell you all about how I picture him. Jo knows the saddest part of all - I know exactly what his walk would look like (and the reason she would know this is because I tried, and failed, to imitate it when we were in Dublin. I am more sad and pathetic than any of you ever knew.) I know exactly the way he holds his cigarettes. I can very clearly picture the way he holds a wine glass, or the way he smirks, or lifts an eyebrow at his aunt. I know exactly what he looks like naked. And how is this of any importance?
It all drives me absolutely crazy. I am just so very, very sad. Everything about him is irrisistible to me, everything. And these were all just the superficial things, too. There's also just...him. What he does, what he feels, what he thinks. All of the voices in his head. His sense of humor. I love every single aspect of him.
And people wonder why I say that I'm insane. This is why. (Or, well, partially.)
In other news, "Thousands Are Sailing" by the Pogues can very easily reduce me to tears. Not only because it has a gorgeous melody and is just a beautiful song, but also because the lyrics hit just a little too close to home. I'll do what Ni does. Here goes...
The Quote of The Day
------------------
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
[snip]
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance...
- "Thousands Are Sailing", The Pogues
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As I told you, you're utterly, hopelessly gone. Lost.
I know exactly the way he holds his cigarettes. I can very clearly picture the way he holds a wine glass, or the way he smirks, or lifts an eyebrow at his aunt. I know exactly what he looks like naked.
I'd love to hear all of this when you haven't got an exam looming in four days' time!
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And I'm not coming back, either. (And this is funny, I just emailed you!) Utterly and hopelessly is right. Even if he was real, he would still be gay, too. I just don't seem to win.
I'd love to hear all of this when you haven't got an exam looming in four days' time!
Hehe, that would be amusing to write out. "The Habits and Daily Routine of Anthony MacMurrough". I don't think I could do it justice. Trying sounds like fun, though. You just might see it!
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Not to mention around 120 years old. But, as we know, looks and even sexual orientation aren't everything.
that would be amusing to write out. "The Habits and Daily Routine of Anthony MacMurrough"
I would so, so love to read that. You would be the best one to do it (JON aside, of course). Maybe you could do it in the form of a diary snippet...?
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And that, yes. He is my star-crossed-unlover.
But, as we know, looks and even sexual orientation aren't everything.
Well, considering that I could, if I wanted to, have conversations with him in my head, then yes, that is true. And of course, if her a was a real, 120 year old gay man I would still love him just as much as I do when he is fiction and 32. Such is the nature of the beast.
Maybe you could do it in the form of a diary snippet...?
Are you pushing ASTB fanfiction on me?! Ack! Hehe. Actually, if I did it in the form of a diary, I couldn't very well describe his walk, or his gestures. See, it has to be a detailed, third-person account. Huh. Maybe Eva would agree to stage it for me... nonononono! I couldn't. But I could still try describing him. Yes.
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It's true love. You really are hopelessly gone.
Maybe Eva would agree to stage it for me...
Oh, pleeeeaaase! She so loves him and desperately hopes that he fulfils his destiny (not necessarily finding a wife, just reaching his full potential as a human being and as a man [remember how pleased she was at his description of his feelings for Jim], as well as a MacMurrough) that, like Mr Mack, she's another of the unrealised heroes of the novel. Of course, she too is in love with a gay man...
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:-P And I will not repent!
Oh, pleeeeaaase!
I couldn't. I just couldn't. I don't know. It's much too daunting, and I can't imagine messing with that particular canon. I don't think I could do it justice, by FAR. Although, they do have quite a relationship, don't they? He was SUCH a cheeky bastard in the beginning - remember the chauffeur-mechanic line? At first, it makes little sense to us because we hadn't heard why, exactly, he'd been in prison, but when you find out that it was for dealings with one, well. I can't believe he said that to her. Too funny and wrong.
She so loves him and desperately hopes that he fulfils his destiny
Oh, I know. But I do always wonder at her motives - is it because it's him or because it's a MacMurrough? However, with her, there may be no difference, really, in the two. He is a MacMurrough. Her comment (before he confesses his love for Jim) about him being in the gutter really really upset me. I'm glad that he said what he said, and that at least she got a little glimpse into what went on. "Smitten. Indomitable." And she is, undoubtedly, an unrealized hero of the novel. The ending, when she's at the Mass, is so heartbreaking. "History was done with her generation." So heartbreaking. I do like her, in the end. I had more mixed feelings about her than Mr Mack, but still. What a great character.
Of course, she too is in love with a gay man...
And she will never know! Poor woman. I do find that so ironic. It actually tickles me, when she talks of the one man whose soul was pure, who was a man among men, and doesn't even know that he has much the same tendencies as her poor, coarsened and in the gutter nephew. At least she thinks of MacEmm warmly in the end. That always makes me feel better.
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Despite everything, I have to believe that, essentially, it's because it's him. She loved him as a child, and even had his brothers survived, I believe that he would have been her favourite, no matter what. Both because of his personality and because of her own particular inclinations.
I do find that so ironic.
I actually wonder if it isn't because she sees some of the same potentially admirable qualities in her nephew as in Casement, that she loves her nephew so much.
Personally, I rejoiced last year when it seemed finally to be decided that Casement's diaries weren't forgeries after all, and that here was the gay hero of the revolution. How appropriate that Eva should be in love with him. As with so many things in the book, how appropriate.
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You know, you're probably right. (Ha, what else is new?) They do seem to understand each other rather well, too,despite the spats. I hope she did love him.
I actually wonder if it isn't because she sees some of the same potentially admirable qualities in her nephew as in Casement, that she loves her nephew so much.
Now, there's a thought. I can see that. He did begin to show more of his admirable qualities as the book went on - obviously, we won't count the chauffeur-mechanic jab. However, she did also compare them in favor of Casement once, didn't she? Or is that just my imagination?
And it is very appropriate that she should be in love with him. This man doesn't miss a thing. He just doesn't. Astounding.
And all together now...
Luke Skywalker. Fictional? Not in my head! I'm still a little nutty for him, but it's not that bad now. *she says* Heh.
But MacMurrough is fabulous. And I use that word in the gayest way possible
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Of course. And he is rather fruity, isn't he? GAH, I love him. Save me!.. But not really, because I like thinking about him. It makes me happy...
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Never fear! I will always be with you in the Land of Sad. I have set up permanent residence. Even built a (sad) house with a really great (but sad) view. There are dragons. Hee.
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And moon dildos? Millions too!!!
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I've only read The Book once about two weeks ago (and I'm now reading it again) but already I can feel Mr MacMurrough taking his place in the section of my mind called "My favourite fictional persons". I can't say I'm obsessed with him yet, but should that ever happen (and I think it will), I'm clad to know I won't be the only one.
And I really want to thank you for mentioning ASTB on your LiveJournal so often that I just had to buy it to see what it was all about. Thank you, thank you!! To think that otherwise I would have completely missed this beautiful book. Go raibh maith agat.
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Whoohoo! Yay! Isn't he simply wonderful? Of course, that is said in my most un-biased and untainted view. Heh. And should he take over as much as he has with me, you certainly will not be alone. I know a lot of my friends really like him, but I don't know how many of them would stoop to try imitate his walk. I'm afraid I am the only one so far.
And you are so very, very welcome. I had to spread the love. I had to. It was much too beautiful and perfect a book not to let others know about it. Up until
Cara macree!