December 12th, 2003

rivka as ww

Back to the labryinth where either we are found or lose ourselves forever

For reasons noted best by cesperanza, I don't feel comfortable writing about "the story I keep telling." But I have been thinking about themes, and here are four bits of prose that always grab me, that I write around and read around:

1. "Some illusions are worth any price you pay for them ...." (Jane Mortimer, A Bitter Taste on the Tongue. My life would be very different if Jane's The Sin-Eater hadn't been just about the first XF story I ever read. She's also a mensch who answered my fawning fangirl feedback – say that ten times fast. I always remember this line as "Some lies are worth any price you pay for them," but it works either way.)

2. "You don't get to choose who you love. You only get to choose how." (The line so nice I used it twice.)

3. "He'd spent his entire life being offered things that were almost what he wanted, but for the single fatal flaw that made them completely unappealing." (Gigi Sinclair, who hasn't written enough SV.)

4. "Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like an Alp on the brains of the living...." (Karl Marx, The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte; don't say Social Studies never did anything for me.)

So I guess the themes are twofold: Fate versus Free Will, and Not Quite.

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rivka as ww

Strange days

A new health insurance card arrived in the mail. For no reason at all, they changed my address (so it was wrong; it's a miracle I even got the letter delivered) and they also changed my name. From Rivka L T, to Rivka LL T.

Okay, I know I overidentify, but that's creepy.