#alan garner

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Alan Garner

[popclture]

The Hangover (2009)

[filmesbrazil]

[petermorwood]

Words have power

In dreams, as in life, and this dream woke me up this morning a lot harder than I liked, hard and fast enough that I actually remember most of the details, so I'm getting them down now before they fade.

CC: @su-whisterfield - you'll know the chapter I mean. :->

*****

In the dream I was at a convention, in the bar, chatting about how well or badly media represents certain situations.

Someone said the coffin scene in "Kill Bill" was one of the best representations of claustrophobia they'd ever seen, and there was nothing in print to match it.

I said, "Ever read the Earldelving chapter in Garner's 'Weirdstone of Brisingamen'?"

I got blank looks so reached into my shoulder-bag, pulled out a copy (evidently in this dream I had a Bag of Holding, whatever book I'd have needed was in there) and started reading.

Next thing, I was wide awake, covered in sweat, and when I looked at my Fitbit pulse-rate readout it had gone from a tagged low of 43 bpm to 85-90 in a single tick.

In retrospect I should have grabbed my phone and captured that image for the record, but I had other things on my mind, such as re-establishing awareness that I was just in bed, a bit tangled in the duvet.

Not underground in a crevice so small it was snug against shoulders, chest and back, upside-down in the dark with nowhere to go but forward and down into an unknown depth of water.

Believe me, being awake was GOOD.

*****

Garner has dismissed his early books as juvenile, and his "Bonelands" (the long-awaited sequel to "Weirdstone" and ITS immediate sequel "The Moon of Gomrath") isn't a fantasy but a modern, adult psychological novel.

I read several reviews praising it, and others which condemned it as a deliberate "oh, don't be so childish!" slap in the face to all the faithful fans who waited 50 years for a conclusion to that story.

YMMV. I haven't read it. That's also deliberate.

Yes, "Weirdstone" and "Gomrath" were written for a juvenile readership, but their writing is sometimes more adult than even their own author seems aware.

Words. Have. Power.

[bradleycoopersgirl]

Come on, nurse

You were putting his iv in. He smiled a bit. “Has anyone ever told you how absolutely gorgeous you are?” he asked. “Shut up before i purposely pop a vein.” you said. Stu laughed. “Can all of you shut up for a moment so i don’t accidentally hurt him from getting distracted?” you said. “Aww. She doesnt wanna hurt me. Were getting somewhere.” he said. you slapped his vein. sticking the iv in it. “Ow! That hurt honey.” he said. “Dont call me honey. I have a name.” you said. “and what might be that beautiful name?” he asked. “Nurse Y/N.” You said. “Now if youll excuse me i have to go see if your bloodwork is done.” you walked out. “I think shes into me.” phil said. “She was basically eye fucking you.” stu said. You walked back in and they shut up. “Its not back yet.” you said. checking his iv and making sure its working. he grabbed your waist. “Mr Wenneck—“ he cut you off “Come on, nurse..” he said. caressing your waist. your cheeks lit up and you tried to push him away. stu, alan, and doug walked out and closed the blinds and door so you could have privacy. “Dont you want to just a little bit?” he asked. “Mr Wenneck i could get fired for this.” you said. “Nobody has to find out baby.” he said. pulling you into his lap. you whimpered. “awww.. you sound so cute.” he said, taking your scrubs off, revealing your pink lingerie. “Your so beautiful.” he said, unclasping your bra. “phil..” you whimpered. “Good girl..” he said. taking your panties off. he took his hospital gown off. you ran your hands down his abs. he helped you position yourself over his cock. you sunk down onto him and moaned slightly. he covered your mouth. “As much as id like to hear those beautiful moans, you need to be quiet baby.” he said. “mm.. so tight..” he said. you bounced up and down on it. trying so hard to hold your moans back. you bounced up and down faster. he held your waist with one hand while the other was behind his head. “So.. Good.. Gonna.. Cum..” you said. “Cum for me baby.. Show me how good i make you feel.” he said. you came at the same time. “Fuck.. we should’ve used protection..” you said. “Fuck that. Im glad i got to feel you.” he said. you took him out of you and tried to get up but he stopped you. “Five more minutes?” he said. “Fine.” you replied. he pulled you close, your head resting on his chest. he pulled the blanket over you both. Five minutes later he was asleep. you got off of him and put your scrubs back on. you put your number in his jeans pocket. ————————————————————————— it had been 24 hours since you saw phil. you tried to forget about him. him and his friends ended up leaving a little after you left. you were looking at your charts when suddenly phil walked up to you. “Excuse me Ma’am— Were looking for a few answers.” He said. “I- Uhm- I-“ you said. stuttering. “You okay?” he asked. “Mhm.. Uhm. What do you need.” you said, flustered. he furrowed his brows. “Was i here last night?” he asked. oh god. he doesn’t remember. You almost frowned. “Uh.. Yeah. You were.” you said. “And who was here with me?” he asked. “Just you three. Definitely no baby. And one other guy.” you said. “Thats our friend doug— Hes missing. Uh. So what was i here for?” he asked. “Broken ribs and some head trauma. you were wasted aswell.” You said. “Your bloodwork came back today. Lots of alcohol and Rohypnol.” you said. “Whats Rohypnol?” he asked. “Roofies. the date rape drug.” you said. “Are you saying i was raped?” he asked. “No you werent.” you said. looking into those gorgeous eyes. “Well did something happen between you and i? Cause i found your number in my pocket.” He asked. Tears formed in your eyes. he got concerned. “No.” you said. walking away. he grabbed your arm. “Hey.. Wait.. What happened?” He asked. “I just.. Thought you liked me..” you said. “Im sorry.. I cant remember much. But im so sure that i did. Because your so beautiful. And when i look at you i feel a warm fuzzy feeling.” He said. “I have to get going but.. Hopefully ill see you later.” he said. kissing your cheek. ————————————————————————

its been a few days since you saw phil. you missed him. but you pushed those feelings away. you were in the middle of a conversation with a colleagues when phil tapped your shoulder. you turned around. he was holding flowers. “im leaving today. sadly. and.. i cant stop thinking about you.” he said. “i know this is very sudden but.. would you go back to LA with me?” he said. you were gonna protest but he stopped you. “whats holding you back honey?” he said. “my job phil..” you said. “think of it as a vacation. Just come with me. please.” he said. “i.. alright. let me grab a few things” you walked away and grabbed some of your things. “Ill have to go home and grab some clothes—“ he cut you off. “alright.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder snd brought you to the car. you sat in the front while doug and alan and stu sat in the back. “I take it you found doug?” you said. “yeah.” he said smiling. he brought you to your house and you grabbed a bag full of your clothes and stuff. he helped you put it in the trunk. ———————————————————————— after the wedding ceremony everyone was slow dancing. he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “May i have this dance?” he asked. “you may..” you replied. he smiled and slow danced with you. spinning you gently. “I wanna get to know you. Cause i think im already falling for you.” he said. you stopped. “you are..?” you asked. “Mhm. how couldn’t i? your perfection.” he said. “i think im falling for you too phil..” you said. he smiled and dipped you to the end of the song. you gasped a bit and smiled. he brought you back up.

———————————————————————— after the dancing and everything else. he brought you to his house. he grabbed your bag and put it upstairs. he came back down and he poured two glasses of wine. you sat down on his couch. looking at the pictures of him and his son. “you have a son?” you asked. “Mhm. Thats my boy. Eli.” he said. “Wheres the mother?” you asked. seeing the wedding picture turned over. “Im recently divorced.” he said. “Oh.. Im sorry.” you said. “Its fine babe. She was a bitch anyway.” he said. sitting down and handing you a glass of wine. you took a sip. he smiled as he watched you. you sat the glass down on the table. he moved some hair out of your face. “Your so beautiful.” he said. you smiled. “I love you Y/N.” he said. “i— i love you too phil..” you replied. he smiled and kissed your lips. he tasted like heaven. his lips were soft and gentle. he broke the kiss after a minute. you smiled. after a few minutes of cuddling and drinking wine while learning about eachother, you were in bed together. he was in absolutely nothing but his boxers. you were wearing a silky nightgown. he cuddled up to you. kissing your neck gently. his hard on pressing against you. you turned around and kissed his lips. palming him through his boxers. he groaned. “baby.. p-please.. i need you.. i need to know how you feel..” he said. “this time i wanna remember..” he said. you nodded. he got on top of you. taking your nightgown off. you weren’t wearing anything underneath. he gasped at the sight of you. “jesus christ honey..” he said. you smiled. taking his boxers off. you had forgotten how big his cock was. your mouth watered. he positioned himself at your entrance before sliding in. you moaned. his eyes rolled back and he groaned loudly. he thrusted. “god.. your so tight.. so warm..” he moaned. beginning to pound into you. you moaned his name with every thrust. “goddamn im so close..” you moaned. “i am too babygirl.. cum with me.” he said. you both came. “fuck.. i haven’t cum that fast in years..” he said. pulling out. laying next to you and pulling you close. “i love you baby.” he said. “i love you too.” you said. you fell asleep in his arms after a few minutes. “how did i get so lucky..” he whispered to himself before closing his eyes and going to sleep.

[ravendgie]

sketches of movies i watched recently

i liked them a lot

[vintagerpg]

Alan Garner’s debut novel, The Weirdstone of Brisigamen (1960) is set mostly in Alderley Edge, in Cheshire, and features a version of the Sleeping King legend, where the wizard of the Edge watches over a sleeping troop of knights who would one day save the world from an untold evil. To do so, though, requires the titular weirdstone, which was lost, but conveniently comes back to the Edge on the wrist of a visiting girl. She and her brother get embroiled in the machinations of a coven of witches, led by Selina Place (actually the Morrigan) and an evil sorcerer Grimnir, who both wish to possess the stone. The siblings wind up lost in the caves and mines of the Edge, are saved by two dwarves and eventually traverse the Cheshire countryside to deliver the stone to the wizard and provoke a final confrontation between the forces of good and evil.

The underground portions of claustrophobic and terrible — any dungeoneer would think twice about spelunking after reading Gardner’s descriptions of stumbling through perfect darkness, squeezing through narrow openings and, worst of all, getting stuck. Nightmarish. The later portion in the Cheshire countryside is deeply strange — mundane fields and woodland becomes overlaid with a fantastic world, populated by witches and terrible creatures ��� this comes across in Jack Gaughan’s bizarre cover art. The focus on landscape, and its dual nature, is something just about all of Garner’s novels ponder.

The Moon of Gomrath (1963, cover by Jeffrey Catherine Jones) sees the siblings again embroiled in a supernatural conflict with the vengeful Morrigan, an evil spirit called the Brollachan and the Wild Hunt. As an adventure yarn, Moon is probably superior, but it lacks the raw strangeness of Weirdstone. A third novels was meant to wrap things up, but Garner decided he didn’t like the protagonists, so the sequence remained incomplete until Boneland came out in 2012 (which is weird in completely different ways).

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[pagan-stitches]

The Owl Service (1969), written by Alan Garner and directed by Peter Plummer

Based on the novel by Alan Garner

Episodes 1 & 2 were tonight’s entertainment

[notasapleasure]

It is this blend of history and fantasy that makes the traditions so haunting. Fairies were never harmless eaters of jelly and cream buns in toadstool houses. They were called the Good Neighbours, or the People of Peace. And they were called by these names because they were the opposite - for the same reason that we say "Good dog" when we're going to be bitten.

Alan Garner, 'The Secret Commonwealth', Collected Folk Tales

[earhartsease]

[dental pain squick post]

two weeks ago we went to the dentist with big tooth trouble (we clove one of our upper molars asunder on stray pistachio shell shrapnel because fuck us) and she did a temporary filling but said "come in tomorrow and our tech will yeet the tooth, the only thing it's going to bite now is the dust" (okay she didn't say that bit, that was our own joke just now, irresistible) which fine, but

the next morning they called ilya to tell us tech had looked at our x-rays and said "we're going to need a bigger boat" so now when we get it done it'll be four weeks since they said it needed doing next day - and nobody's fault who isn't the tory government for fucking the nhs, damn them

and today in desperation we bought some numbing gel specifically for the tooth and guess what, guess fucking what - thanks to our mutant neurology the bloody gel makes the pain worse

so we just ordered some clove oil instead, and as we did so we caught ourselves murmuring "for the Old Evil, the Old Magic is needed"* and tbh that's why we're posting this - well and also we like that it began and ended with the different meanings of "clove"

*from The Moon Of Gomrath

[mervynbunter]

Alan Garner’s Elidor (1965), illustrated by Charles Keeping.

[the-perilous-chapel]

"She wants to be flowers and you make her owls. You must not complain then when she goes hunting."

[filmesbrazil]

[contremineur]

Red shift. The further they go, the faster they leave. The sky's emptying.

Alan Garner, from Red shift (Collins 1973)

image from here

[firestark-addict]

Hangover III is my dumb comfort movie