#re: lydia & han

[zahri-melitor]

2023 Theatre: aka I Saw Things!

Much theatre discussion below. I have one more show but it's going to be a tiny one.

Hubris & Humiliation: This was one of the first things I saw this year, and I’m still 50/50 on it being the best play I saw this year (there are a few other candidates). It was a very, very worthy play to create and put on for World Pride. It was a modern Austen adaption that didn’t take itself too seriously or work too hard to slavishly follow the plot of any specific Austen. It was about gay boys while still respecting all the women characters in the story. It was hilarious without ever making me uncomfortable. And it was an incredibly loving send-up of a lot of Sydney gay culture. Yes, this play had an ersatz Lydia, and I was cheering her on with every decision she made. She stole the show.

Forgotten: This was one of those pieces that was incredibly centred on history and location. There’s something magical about a play so totally focused on a little local story, and seeing it in a theatre almost on top of the site made it more eerie. This is the story of the Female Convict Uprising at the Parramatta Female Factory in 1827. It was flawed but interesting, and the choice to cast almost exclusively from recent drama grads definitely helped with the age of the actors matching those of many of the characters.

Julia: Do you want to see a one-woman play about the life of Julia Gillard, capped by a complete re-enactment of the full Misogyny speech? Then have I got the play for you. I saw a few things this year whose intended audience was squarely ‘Labor Drips’, and Julia was the first of these.  It certainly didn’t really go hard enough in interrogating Gillard’s actions and legacy in parts, but it was quite entertaining to enjoy the full speech in an audience who were applauding and cheering for all of their favourite lines, given half the audience could probably quote the first minute from memory.

At What Cost?: oh damn I loved this. This was a piece about the return of William Lanne’s head to Country in Tasmania, and the community tensions that develop between acknowledged palawa community members in Tasmania, and those who do not belong to a confirmed family line. While it was a little heavy handed in some ways (Gracie is very clearly claiming heritage she cannot substantiate, bringing the correct conclusion to the debate firmly down on one side of the argument), it was definitely enriched the more you know about the Tasmanian palawa community and particularly the Aboriginal Land Council of Tasmania (there’s a whole host of not-quite-spelled-out issues bubbling under the surface of the play)

Relativity: and finally we get to something on the list that might be known internationally. This was a really interesting production in that I surreptitiously did a wiki search during interval to work out what was real and what was extrapolation. A woman approaches Albert Einstein, claiming to be a journalist who wants to interview him about his life. As the play evolves, you realise she believes herself to be his daughter, and she has a reasonable argument for the claim. Worth seeing.

Driftwood The Musical: it’s been a while since I walked out of a theatre and immediately picked up the phone to call my mother to tell her she needed to see the show. This was one. The story of the Duldig family and the invention of the foldable umbrella, set against the background of the family’s WWII escape from Austria to Australia and settling in Melbourne. Lots of generational trauma. Extremely in communication with the Caulfield Jewish community (unsurprising as it’s a family memoir) - I’ve heard similar stories while growing up from my mother’s best friend. They’re trying to workshop this in New York and I’d love to see it picked up.

Poison of Polygamy: The first Chinese-Australian story ever written, now on stage. The fun of seeing a newspaper serial railing against failures in morality getting adapted is that it’s tropey and heavy handed and hilarious. I snorted at one point during the opening monologue railing against the evils of polygamy on the family and community, and the actor immediately noticed and directed his next line questioning the audience’s views directly at me. Very simple adaptive staging. The plot has its problems in parts, but the point of the play was not ‘the greatest story ever told’, it was ‘the first Chinese-Australian story ever written down’. I had fun.

Aida: what is there to say? It’s Aida. I got $20 opera tickets through one of the community application programmes so I went and enjoyed myself thoroughly. The costuming was sumptuous.

Miss Peony: there is a point in the Australian arts scene now where I can say “this was an extremely Family Law, and even more extremely Michelle Law production” and people will nod and understand. It’s about the type of humour, the stories told, the perspective, etc. Miss Peony is a play about identity and being Chinese in Australia, and having pride in that identity, in the setting of a community beauty pageant. I have to link to this review (https://www.theaureview.com/arts/theatre-review-miss-peony/) and agree thoroughly with this comment about Sabrina, “who’s the woggest wog you’ve ever wogged in the history of wogs.” It’s TRUE. She IS. And it’s fabulous as her accent and attitude were pitch perfect and it’s rare to see that so lovingly conveyed.

On the Beach: this is one of my three contenders for best play I saw. It was a stunning adaption of the classic novel, done with care and love. It imbued a lot of extra meaning and depth into the play by treating all the female characters as rational actors who were making considered decisions in the face of an existential threat. I admit I cried. (the Victa lawnmower box! I almost howled) I also freely admit that I’m still marvelling at the final scene change as I wasn’t paying close enough attention to see how they did it, and I spent a fair amount of time staring at the lighting rig in the flies at the end of the show trying to work out how they managed it around everything – that was a TIGHT fit.

Captain Moonlite: this was a bad, bad show. You know how you sometimes read a story or a script where you can tell someone has read a single history of a person and then has decided to dramatise it? And even more, has a very fixed view on the answer to any questions of who was at fault in a scenario? That’s this script. If I had read more biographies on Captain Moonlite I could probably even pick which one was scraped for information. The playwright is in fact gay and wanted to tell the story of the Gay Bushrangers, but he did so in a manner where my sister and I kept glancing at each other the whole way through going “was that…intentional? Did you intend to imply that?” because it read very much like someone trying to sneak crap past the censors in the mid 90s, not a play written in the 2020s to celebrate part of Australian queer history.

Reckōning: this show was not what I expected it to be (I apparently didn’t read the description closely enough) but it was also a really good time with excellent dancing and singing. It was an intensely personal story. I also enjoyed the crowd there as it was definitely a night out for the Pasifika community, and I ended up having some lovely conversations with the person sitting next to me.

The Dismissal: another show that got COVIDed finally got its run. It was exactly as entertaining as I expected it to be, while also simultaneously clearly being pitched for a crowd of “local Labor Party branch night out”. At interval we had audience participation reminiscence sessions over memories of the Dismissal. I adored it for a number of reasons, but I particularly have to shout out the song “Private School Boys” which was simultaneously extremely referential to Revolting Children from Matilda the Musical, but also hilarious to see in a venue only a couple of hundred metres from St Andrew’s College. The show started with a newsreel of moments in Australian politics involving a whole lot of different PMs, and it was hilarious listening to the audience cheer on various moments or yell ‘you’re a grub’ at others. (The political slant. Was obvious)

The Visitors: my final contender for best show of the year. It was gorgeous, thought provoking, and in conversation with the landscape. This second run using both men and women for elders/heads of tribes worked really well, especially as having Dalara Williams’s character as visibly, strikingly pregnant, gave an extra layer to her performance and the opinions of her character. It’s a very clever play that deliberately frames and upsets audience expectations in a story we all know all too well (the events around 26 January 1788). What languages were used for what phrases and terms was fascinating, particularly with the choice to translate the names of the various clan groups to English, as a good portion of the audience could pick out which communities from which regions went with each name.

Wicked: some times you just need to see a classic. I went with one of my best friends and her husband, and it was one of those performances that you end up telling everyone else about, because there was an injury in the opening scene and we ended up on hold for half an hour while the theatre called a swing to come in. Due to our seats, we both saw exactly what happened AND managed to chat to the conductor during the break to check that everything was ok and pass on our best wishes. In terms of the show, however? Strongest Glinda I’ve seen in the role. Courtney Monsma is an incredibly gifted physical comedy actress and her skills and immaculate timing brought something extra to the role I’ve not seen from anyone else.

Oil: Worth seeing. Really well done in that they did it in the round (always enjoyable) and filled the centre of the stage with black sand, which coated things, and clung to costumes occasionally, and was disturbed and covered up. The way the narrative shifted through time with the family aging slower than the period was actually a stylistic choice I adore; I love stories that do this and play with how it changes things. (I mean I’m a comics fan – I couldn’t cope if I couldn’t conceptualise this).

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[half-bakedboy]

Introducing Si-3PO (read on ao3)

For Kinktober Prompt: Stripping A gift for my lovely parabatai, @cor321

Pairing: Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland Rated: Mature Summary: Jace chuckled as he rolled his eyes and said, “C’mon, buddy, I’m not even fully gay and I am appreciating the eye candy we’ve been lucky enough to see tonight!” Alec huffed out a laugh and gestured over his shoulder and Jace had known he was caught when he saw Lydia making conversation with the man he hadn’t been able to look away from the entire night.

The dancer was squatting down so his eye level was even with Lydia’s and Jace felt the urge to look away when they both glanced in his direction. It was a lot harder to do than he had thought, especially because the man was bouncing his ass to the beat of the Diplo song Jace recognized blasting through the speakers.

Or, stripper Si-3PO gives Alec a lap dance, much to Jace's dismay.

Jace was surprised that out of everyone in his group of friends, he was the one that was least excited to head out to the strip club Magnus had acquired a few weeks prior. He had insisted they spend Alec’s 25th birthday somewhere special - “You only turn a quarter of a century old once, darling” - and apparently that meant with Alec’s face beat red as his husband bought him an unfair amount of lap dances. Not that Jace wasn’t being pampered on his own. He had invited Lydia along and she had made it her life mission to get Jace laid by a man ever since he came out to her accidentally. 

His lap was full of a blonde jock who looked strikingly similar to him - Lydia had immediately made a joke about Jace always wanting to fuck himself to which he flipped her off and threatened to tell Izzy she had gotten a dance from one of the dark-haired men on stage - but Jace leaned back to enjoy it the best he could. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the lap dance, but his eyes kept straying to one of the side stages hoping to catch a glimpse at who he absolutely considered the most attractive man in the room. 

The man was shirtless, paler than almost every other dancer on the main stages, and had a spattering of hair in the center of his chest. All of the other dancers seemed to be waxed in places Jace didn’t want to think about, smooth and put together, but none of them had caught his eyes the way that dancer had. His glasses were sliding down his nose and he looked quite ridiculous compared to his coworkers, but he also appeared to be the only dancer genuinely having fun. 

Jace tried to keep his focus on the man Lydia had paid to entertain him, but his eyes strayed away once more as the other man raised his arms above his head and thrust his hips with barely any finesse. He bore a slight resemblance to a frat boy who had one too many sips of the punch everyone had known not to drink, but Jace had found it rather charming. 

Unfortunately for him, his gaze wandered one too many times, and both Lydia and Alec caught on to what had been distracting him for at least a half hour. What he didn’t see was their shared smirk before Lydia leaned over to Jace to pat his shoulder, gesturing to the bar as if asking him if he needed another drink. Jace figured one more wouldn’t hurt and nodded back at her before his eyes met Alec’s. 

“Having fun?” Jace asked as he pushed his hips up to meet the ass of the man sitting on top of him. The dancer turned to swat at Jace’s shoulder playfully before signaling his time was done with a lingering hand down Jace’s arms to collect the money Lydia had left in his hand. 

With a wink, the dancer said, “Let me know if you’d like another one, sweetie,” and sauntered back onto the stage Lydia had pulled him from. Jace sent him a small wave before turning to Alec who sipped slowly on the gin martini Magnus had ordered him. 

“I don’t know why Magnus always insists on celebrating my birthday in the least fun way,” Alec said with a scoff but not before sending his husband a wide smile from where he stood speaking with who Jace had known to be the manager of the club. 

Jace chuckled as he rolled his eyes and said, “C’mon, buddy, I’m not even fully gay and I am appreciating the eye candy we’ve been lucky enough to see tonight!” Alec huffed out a laugh and gestured over his shoulder and Jace had known he was caught when he saw Lydia making conversation with the man he hadn’t been able to look away from the entire night. 

The dancer was squatting down so his eye level was even with Lydia’s and Jace felt the urge to look away when they both glanced in his direction. It was a lot harder to do than he had thought, especially because the man was bouncing his ass to the beat of the Diplo song Jace recognized blasting through the speakers. On the plus side, Jace had a better look at the gold shorts that seemed at least two sizes too small that barely covered Simon’s ass. He let out a cackle when he recognized C-3PO staring back at him.

Before he had a chance to appreciate the view, the man jumped off of the stage with a little help from Lydia and she started leading him toward where Jace and Alec sat. Another dancer tossed him a plain white shirt and Jace felt a momentary sadness at not being able to see his chiseled abs before the alarm set in. Jace had never been one to panic when faced with pretty people - in fact, he was the one to walk up to them on most other occasions - but the second the two of them got close enough, he found himself pushing back the urge to run in the opposite direction. 

“Alec, Jace,” Lydia started, gesturing to each man as she said their name, “this is Si. Si, I’d like to introduce you to--” She paused and stared at Jace before a sickly smirk crossed her face. She turned both her and Si’s bodies to face Alec and smiled proudly as she said, “Alec. It’s his 25th birthday today so like the best of friends Jace and I are, we decided to take him out to celebrate.” 

Si beamed at Alec and Jace had to tamper down the jealousy that flooded through him as he held out his hand. “Well, hi there, Alec. I’m Si. Si-3PO if you want my full name,” Si said with a wink. Jace couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped his lips and he quickly placed his hand over his mouth as Si shot him an offended look. 

“That’s clever,” Jace choked out as he grabbed the drink from Lydia’s hand that he had known wasn’t meant for him and downed half of it in three huge gulps. Si raised his eyebrows at Jace before he turned his attention back to Alec. 

“It was either that or Han Si-lo, but Si-3PO just rolls off the tongue better, don’t you think?” His tone was clearly flirtatious as he stepped forward and straddled one of Alec’s legs. It would have been amusing to see Alec’s eyes widen at the blatant move, but Jace was too focused on the way the muscles in Si’s thigh flexed at the motion to feel anything but pure envy. 

“What are you doing?” Alec asked, his eyes darting to where Magnus had been standing a few moments earlier. Jace had seen him wander to the back with the manager but he was too peeved at Alec at the moment to let him in on that bit of information. 

“Your friend here paid quite handsomely for a five-minute lap dance,” Si said as he pulled teasingly at the bottom of his shirt. When he let go, the fabric bounced up enough for Jace to catch a small peek at the dusting of hair underneath his belly button and he pressed his palm into his jeans to remind his dick to stay calm. 

“Oh, uh, she did?” Alec stuttered, sending a glare at Lydia who sipped her colorful, umbrella adorned drink with carefully pursed lips as to not ruin her lipstick. She shrugged in response before waving a hand at Si as if to say ‘carry on’ and he decided that meant grinding against Alec’s thigh and pressing their chests together. 

Alec held his hands up as if he was suddenly in front of a firing squad when Si wrapped his arms around Alec’s shoulders and pressed his very prominent bulge into Alec’s stomach. Alec had looked more like a deer in headlights than Jace had ever seen him so he decided to focus on that instead of the back muscles that suddenly came into view when Si slowly pulled his shirt up to his neck. 

“You can do the rest, can’t you, big boy?” Si teased, stroking a finger up Alec’s chest slowly before booping his nose gently. Jace could practically see Alec’s panic rising as he grabbed the shirt around Si’s neck and threw it in Jace’s direction. All of a sudden Jace’s senses were overwhelmed with the surprising scent of caramel popcorn as Si’s shirt covered his face. He knew he should have thrown it back or even let it fall to the floor, but Jace clutched it with white knuckles as Si turned and pressed his ass into Alec’s lap. 

“Oh my god,” Alec choked out and Jace couldn’t be sure but through the pained sound, he thought he heard a small whimper. 

“You know, he has a husband,” Jace said angrily as he stood. Si seemed unperturbed by the new information and circled his hips so he sat more comfortably in Alec’s lap. Si reached back and slid his fingers seductively down the length of Alec’s arms before lacing their fingers together and pulling Alec flush against his back. He pressed Alec’s palms flat against his now bare chest and slid them down his rippling abs until they rested on his inner thighs. 

“Is his husband as uptight as you seem to be?” Si responded, sending the most attractive glare Jace had ever seen in his direction. Alec apparently couldn’t hold back his laughter as his chest shook and Si must have taken that as the go-ahead to lean back into him and thread one hand through his hair. Before Alec could stop him, Si kicked up his feet and spread them until his muscular thighs could press Alec’s legs together. Si leaned forward so his chest rested across the table-like thighs in front of him and wiggled his ass dangerously close to Alec’s shocked face. 

Jace was too focused on the way the gold spandex stretched perfectly across Si’s gorgeous ass to let the insult fully register in his mind. It wasn’t until he saw a flash of light in his peripheral vision that he realized he was staring at his best friend and the dancer with what was probably drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth. 

“My, my, Alexander, I leave for ten minutes and you find yourself a dancer?” Magnus’ smooth voice seemed to break everyone out of their focus as Si straightened up, settling on Alec’s lap as if he belonged there. 

“Magnus! This is your husband?” Si said with such brightness in his voice, Jace had almost forgotten that he had just been riding Alec like a god damn horse moments earlier. He glared at Magnus as he gestured to the two men because Magnus should definitely be angrier than the smirk on his lips made him seem. 

“Yes, Stewart, the man you’ve successfully turned into a tomato is my darling dearest,” Magnus said as Si - Stewart? - slid off of Alec’s lap and turned to Magnus, holding out his hand as if meeting a business partner. Jace considered that thought before realizing that was kind of exactly what they were. He also reminded himself at that moment that Alec was married and Si was being paid to give him a lap dance and the jealousy surging through him was a little more than pathetic. 

“He was very appropriate, boss. He didn’t even try to cop a feel when he took off my shirt,” Si said seriously before turning to Jace. Jace had known he probably looked similar to Alec in wide-eyed panic as Si reached a hand out to him. Jace stared down at it before his eyes darted back up to Si’s in confusion. 

“You already introduced yourself,” Jace said lamely because he sure as hell wasn’t touching Si after seeing his hips move as perfectly as they had just moments before. Si smirked and glanced down at the shirt Jace was using to cover the erection that had formed entirely too quickly in his jeans and Jace closed his eyes in embarrassment when he realized what Si was asking for. 

“You know, if you have a problem, we have rooms in the back for that. Ten minutes for fifty bucks,” Si offered as he reached for his shirt, pushing it teasingly against the obvious hardness Jace was failing to hide. Jace let out a breathless moan at the small bit of contact before glaring over at his friends who were giggling next to him. 

“You wish,” Jace replied, but the heat he had been trying to lace into his tone was simmered as Si ran a hand across his shoulders and down his chest, resting his palm flat to Jace’s rapidly beating heart. 

“Or,” Si offered, trailing his hand up to nudge at Jace’s jaw that had almost found its way to the floor, “my shift is over in two hours and you can pretend to glare at me as I give you the same treatment as your friend.” 

Jace had never agreed to an idea faster. 

[uneminuteparseconde]

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Mars 22. Delia Derbyshire (diff.) + Lettera 22 + Evil Moisture + Caterina Barbieri + Drew McDowall : "Coil's Time Machines" (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 22. Crystal Fighters – Gaîté lyrique 22. Peter Hook (dj) – Supersonic 22. Chevalier Avant-garde + Bracco + Mary Bell + Officine – La Station 22. Spectres – Espace B 22. The Young Gods – La Maroquinerie ||COMPLET|| 23. Pierre Boeswillwald (diff.) + Max Eilbacher + Andrea Belfi + Sarah Davachi + William Basinski & Lawrence English (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Snapped Ankles + Wild Classical Music Ensemble + Man from Uranus – La Maroquinerie 23. Les Harry's & Stefan Neville (fest. Sonic Protest) – Chapiteaux turbulents 23. Sydney Valette – Petit Bain 23. Fazi + Versari – Black Star 23. Leroy se meurt + Electric Retro Spectrum + Night Night + Bitpart – Espace B 23. Kas:st + Paula Temple + Shlømo + VTSS + Parfait – tba 24. Alessandro Bosetti : "Clair obscur" – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) (gratuit) 24. Warren Burt (diff.) + Mats Erlandsson + Okkyung Lee + Low Jack + BJ Nielsen (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Chantal Acda + Miles Oliver + Julien Ledru (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 25. Laibach – Trabendo 26. Bleib Modern + Kill Your Boyfriend + Post Modern Chaser – Supersonic (gratuit) 26. Jon Porras (Barn Owl) + Mathias Delplanque + Frédéric D. Oberland (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 27. Strangelove + Background (dj) (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 28. Komplikations + Pinoreks + Computerstaat – Supersonic (gratuit) 28. Scanner + Openendedgroup & Natasha Barrett + Raphaël Imbert & Benjamin Lévy – Centre Pompidou 28. Euromilliard + Humbros + Peür + Pumice (fest. Sonic Protest) – La Station 28. Radiante pourpre + Myako + Wizaeroïd + Spaghetti ala bolonoise – Le Klub 28. Emmanuelle Gibello : "Loin derrière j'ai laissé mon jasmin" – Le Cube (Issy-lès-Moulineaux) 29. Don Nino – Souffle continu (gratuit) 29. Perturbator – Le Trianon 29. Jandek + Confusional Quartet + Société étrange (fest. Sonic Protest) – théâtre de l'Échangeur (Bagnolet) 29. Low Jack + Vladimir Ivkovic + Céline Gillain – La Java 29. Dj Stingray + Varg + Solid Blake + Spfdj – Concrete 30. Marc Almond – Le Trianon 30. Seabuckthorn + Rach Three + CollAGE D (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 30. Lahcen Akil & les Chaâbi Brothers + Suzanne Ciani + The Coolies + Lemones + Les Statonells (fest. Sonic Protest) – théâtre de l'Échangeur (Bagnolet) 31. Fuji Kureta + Mei (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 31. Claudio Simonetti (Goblin) joue "Suspiria" et autres – Flow 31. Verity Susman : cinéconert sur "Häxan" de Benjamin Chistensen (fest. Les femmes s'en mêlent) – Grande Halle de La Villette

Avril 01. Matt Elliott + Vacarme – Café de la danse 02. Schtum + Shit & Shine (fest. Sonic Protest) – Mona Bismarck American Center 02. Steve Gunn + Papercuts – Petit Bain 03. Sheik Anorak + Mister Bishop + BaBa YaGe – Les Nautes 02. Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal (fest. Les Rares Talents) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 03. Han Bennink + Jean-François Pauvros + Anne-Laure Pigache & Anne-Julie Rollet + Parlophonie (fest. Sonic Protest) – théâtre de Vanves 04. Os Noctambulos + The Shazzams + Veenus – L'Alimentation générale (gratuit) 04. Shannon Wright + Anna Calvi + Requin Chargin + Kate NV (fest. Les femmes s'en mêlent) – Trabendo 04. Dust Breeders & Mattin + Lydia Lunch & Marc Hurtado jouent Suicide et Alan Vega + Anna Zaradny (fest. Sonic Protest) – église Saint-Merry 05. Bégayer + France + Frédéric Blondy joue "Occam XXV" d'Éliane Radigue (fest. Sonic Protest) – église Saint-Merry 05. Beirut – Le Grand Rex 05. Rendez-Vous + Qual – Gaîté lyrique 05. Asian Dub Foundation : cinéconcert sur "La Bataille d'Alger" de Gillo Pontecorvo – Auditorium|Palais de la porte Dorée 05/06. Nadia Lauro & Zeena Parkins : Stichomythia – Centre Pompidou 05. Camilla Sparksss + Georgia UK + Emily Wells + Tiny Ruins + Emilie Zoé (fest. Les femmes s'en mêlent) – Trabendo 05. Defekt + Blush Response + Sinus 0 + Kino + Koddi – NF-34 06. Regina Demina + Ionnalee + Pongo + Sink Ya Teeth + Oh Mu + Dope Saint Jude + Silly Boy Blue (fest. Les femmes s'en mêlent) – Trabendo 06. The Hacker + Kittin + Arnaud Rebotini + Djedjotronic + David Caretta + Cardopusher – Terminal 7 06. Molecule – Gaîté lyrique 06. These New Puritans + Scintii – Petit Bain 06. Kokoko! – Badaboum 06. Dylan Carlson + Julien Clauss + Hermine + Lee Patterson + Ut + Blenno Die Wurstbrücke (fest. Sonic Protest) – Cirque électrique 07. Tashi Wada Group + Julia Holter + Corey Fogel – Lafayette Anticipations 08. The Specials – La Cigale 08. The Ex + Massicot – Petit Bain 09. Young Widows + Nesseria – Petit Bain 10. The Flying Luttenbachers – The University of Chicago Center (gratuit sur résa) 10. Jeff Mills : cinéconcert sur "Paris qui dort" de René Clair – Cinémathèque 10. Daughters – Point FMR ||COMPLET|| 11. Ancient Methods + Thomas Delecroix – NF-34 12. Jad Wio + Jean-Pierre Kalfon – Black Star 12. Orchestra of Constant Distress + Arnaud Rivière + Oliver Brisson – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Toner Low + Ambassador 21 + The Fat + Orso + Evil Grimace + Gurt + Ddent + Froe Char + End of Mankind + McLane + Suprême Mycosaure (Monospace fest.) – Petit Bain 13. Author & Punisher – Espace B 14. Arnaud Rebotini joue la BO de "120 Battements par minute" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 14. Chocolat Billy + Monsieur Thibault – Cirque électrique 16. Bazooka + En attendant Ana + Seppuku – Espace B 16. Poutre + Tabatha Crash + AVC –  Le Picolo (Saint-Ouen) 17. Teenage Fanclub – Trabendo 17. Soap&Skin – Le Trianon 17. Apparat – Gaîté lyrique 17. Cave + Derinëgolem + Korto – Cirque électrique 17. Der Blutarsch & The Infinite Church of the Lending Hand + Mongolito – Black Star 18. Chrysta Bell – Supersonic (gratuit) 18. Kompromat – Trabendo 18. Bendik Giske + Kristina Männikkö + Denzel b2b Justus Valtanen b2b J.Lindroos b2b Daniel Kayrouz... (Pølar fest.) – La Station 19. Hocico + Heerschaft – Gibus 19. Ho99o9  – Trabendo 20. Vincent Epplay + Black Zone Myth Chant & High Wolf + Domotic + Jean Benoît Dunckel + NSDOS + Erol Alkan + Tim Glass + Roscius + Sahalé + Golden Bug + Pouvoir magique + Cät Cät + RA+RE + Wael Alkak + Molecule (Inasound fest.) – Palais Brongniart 20. Michael Rother joue "Harmonia" de Neu! + Steeple Remove – La Maroquinerie 20. Rien virgule + Pardans + Ellah a. Thaun – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 20. The Horrorist + {KRTM} + 14anger + David Asko – Rex Club 20. Margaret Dygas + Shackleton + rRoxymore + Leyf – Concrete 21. Plaid + NSDOS + Myako & Basses Terres + Jonathan Fitoussi + Danton Eprom + La Fraîcheur + Edouard Rostand + Prieur de la Marne + The Supermen Lovers + Panteros666 & Inès Alpha + Matt Black + Sara Zinger (Inasound fest.) – Palais Brongniart 22. Fontaines D.C. – Point FMR 23. Lambchop – La Maroquinerie 24. Talky Nerds + PenG + Electric Retro Spectrum – Gare XP 25. Lali Puna + Surma + Zalfa – Petit Bain 25. Kap Bambino – Trabendo 26. Art brut + Les Olivensteins – Petit Bain 26. Demdike Stare + Eliza McCarthy joue Mica Levi – Église Saint-Merry 27. She Past Away + Isolated Youth + Potochkin – La Machine 27. Chloé : Lumières noires – Le 104 27. Cocaine Piss + Tôle froide + Avale – Petit Bain 27. Thharm + Harpon + Heimat + TG Gondard – Cirque électrique 27. Bérengère Maximin, Fred Firth & Heike Liss – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 27/28. Alva Noto + Anetha + Antigone & Shlømo + Ciel + Clara 3000 + Daniel Avery + Deena Abdelwahed + Djrum + Kink + Lanark Artefax + Octo Octa b2b Eris Drew + OKO + Red Axes + Sentiments + The Pilotwings + Tryphème + Park Hye Jin (Weather fest.) – La Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt) 30. The Undergound Youth + Dune Messiah – Petit Bain 30. Low Jack b2b Simo Cell (RBMA fest.) – Gaîté lyrique 30. Couloir Gang + Descendeur + Yellow Magic Harpsichord – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 30. Shifted b2b Sigha + Lotus Eaters (Lucy & Rrose) + Von Grall + Clotur + Emissär + Vâyu – Concrete

Mai 02. Master Musicians of Jajouka – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 04. Covenant – Petit Bain 04. Tomoko Sauvage – tba 04. Arnaud Rebotini + SNTS + Antigone – 42 av. Louis-Roche  (Gennevilliers) 07. dEUS – La Cigale 07. Le Prince Harry + UVB76 + Container + Techno Thriller + Succhiamo – Petit Bain 08. Sneaks – Supersonic (gratuit) 09. Bill Nace & Samara Lubelski + Michiyo Yagi & Tony Buck – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 10. Exchpoptrue + Pita (dj) + Vicnet + dj Aï – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 10/11. Dead Can Dance – Grand Rex ||COMPLET|| 11. Christina Vantzou + Eiko Ishibashi + Jan Jelinek + NPVR (Nik Void & Peter Rehberg) – Le 104 12. Massimo Toniutti + François Bayle – Le 104 13. Foals – Bataclan 17. Philip Glass : Études pour piano – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 17. Hen Ogledd + Faune – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 18. Bruce Brubaker & Max Cooper : Glasstronica – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 18. Eliane Radigue : musique (diff.) pour "Continuum" de Félicie d'Estienne d'Orves – Centre Pompidou 19. Julien Claus – Ancienne Brasserie Bouchoule (Montreuil) (gratuit) 22. Housewives – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. Lots in Kiev + Thot + Brusque – Petit Bain 24. Beak> + TVAM – Gaîté lyrique 24. Shonen Knife – Petit Bain 24. Antichildleague + Corps + Geography of Hell – Les Voûtes 25. Sydney Valette + Blind Delon + Ruines – Supersonic (gratuit) 25. Xeno & Oaklander + Automelodi + Void Vision – Petit Bain 26. Jérôme Poret – Ancienne Brasserie Bouchoule (Montreuil) (gratuit) 27. Me Donner + Somaticae – tba 28. Alice in Chains + Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Olympia 29. Flotation Toy Warning + Raoul Vignal – Petit Bain 29. Big Brave + My Disco + Tu brûles mon esprit – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. François Bonnet + Knud Viktor + Jim O'Rourke + Florian Hecker (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio

Juin 01. Eryck Abecassis & Reinhold Friedl + Hilde Marie Holsen + Anthony Pateras + Lucy Railton (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 01. Millimetric + Phase fatale + Terence Fixmer + Dersee + Raffaele Attanasio – Studio de Lendit (La Plaine-Saint-Denis) 01/02. Metronomy + Laurent Garnier + Ricardo Villalobos + Mr Oizo + Bonobo (dj) + Yves Tumor + Marie Davidson + Pond + Sleaford Mods... (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 02. Bernard Parmegiani + Jean Schwarz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 05. Shellac – La Maroquinerie 05. Institute + Last Night + The Cherry Bones – L'International 06. Tim Hecker & Konoyo Ensemble + Mondkopf + Kelly Moran (Villette sonique fest.) – Cabaret sauvage 07. Danny Brown (Villette sonique fest.) – Périphérique 08. Julia Holter + Cate Le Bon (Villette sonique fest.) – Trabendo 08. Deena Abdelwahed + David August + Ross from Friends + Objekt (dj) + Apollo noir (dj) (Villette sonique fest.) – Grande Halle 08/09. Aïsha Devi + Belmont Witch + Black Midi + Borja Flames + Bracco + Corridor + Coucou Chloé + Crack Cloud + Efrim Menuck + Fontaines DC + Front de cadeaux + Juan Wauters + Krampf (dj) + Maria Violenza + Mdou Moctar + Musique chienne + Myako + Nova Materia + Nyoko Dokbaë + Novelist + Shanti Celeste + Sinkane + Szun Waves + The Messthetics + Tiger Tiger + Warm Drag + Wiki Zaltan (Villette sonique fest.) – parc de la Villette (gratuit) 09. Stereolab + Jonathan Bree + Anémone (Villette sonique fest.) – Grande Halle 12. Matmos + John Wiese – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Christian Death + Little Nemo – Gibus 13. Fat White Family – Élysée Montmartre 16. Siglo XX + The Arch – La Maroquinerie 19. Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks – La Gaîté lyrique 22. The Intelligence + Flatworms – La Maroquinerie 26. Magma – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 26. Daniel Menche + Point invisible – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 28/29. Rammstein – La Défense Arena (Nanterre) ||COMPLET||

Juillet 02. Interpol – Olympia 04. Cat Power + H-Burns (fest. Days off) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 05. Klimperei, Sacha Czerwone, David Fenech, Denis Frajerman & Christophe Micusnule – Chair de poule (gratuit) 05. Pantha du Prince (fest. Days off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 05. I Hate Models + Jardin + Mount Kimbie + Oktober Lieber + Rodhad + Mor Elian + Olivia... (The Peacock Society fest.) – Parc floral 06. Jonsi & Alex Somers jouent "Riceboy Sleeps" (fest. Days off) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 06. Helena Hauff b2b DJ Stingray + Jon Hopkins + Motor City Drum Ensemble + Len Faki + Robert Hood + Octavian + The Black Madonna + Clara! + Nicola Cruz... (The Peacock Society fest.) – Parc floral 07. Jonsi, Alex Somers & Paul Corley : "Liminal Soundbath" (fest. Days off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 07/08. Thom Yorke (fest. Days off) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Ministry – La Machine 11. Full of Hell + The Body + Pilori – Gibus 11. Masada + Sylvie Courvoisier & Mark Feldman + Mary Halvorson quartet + Craig Taborn + Trigger + Erik Friedlander & Mike Nicolas + John Medeski trio + Nova quartet + Gyan Riley & Julian Lage + Brian Marsella trio + Ikue Mori + Kris Davis + Peter Evans + Asmodeus : John Zorn's Marathon Bagatelles – Salle Pleyel 11>13. Kraftwerk (fest. Days off) – Philharmonie 13. The Will Gregory Moog Ensemble (fest. Days off) – Le Studio|Philharmonie 13. Chloé & Vassilena Serafimova : "Sequenza" + Apparat (fest. Days off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 18. Neurosis + Yob – Bataclan

Août 23>25. The Cure + Aphex Twin... (fest. Rock en scène) – parc de Saint-Cloud

Septembre 05. Oh Sees – Bataclan 14. Patti Smith – Olympia 14. Clan of Xymox + Plomb – Gibus 14. Danny Elfman & le Grand Orchestre d'Ile-de-France : cinéconcert sur "Alice au Pays des merveilles" de Tim Burton – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 23>25. John Cale – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Octobre 05. Nuit de l'orgue avec des œuvres d'Éliane Radigue, Arvo Pärt, Olivier Messiaen, Phillip Glass, Nico Muhly, Jonathan Fitoussi... (Nuit blanche) – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie (gratuit) 14. King Gizzard & Tle Lizard Wizard – Olympia 18. Dream Syndicate – Petit Bain 19. Sisters of Mercy – Bataclan

Novembre 08. Bedroom Community – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 10. Amiina : cinéconcert sur "Fantomas" de Louis Feuillade – Le Studio|Philharmonie 10. Ôlafur Atnald + Hugar – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 17. Nitzer Ebb – La Machine 24. The Young Gods + Les Tétines noires – La Machine

Décembre 06. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Koyaanisqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Powaqqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 08. Phillip Glass Ensemble : cinéconcert sur "Naqoyqatsi" de Godfrey Reggio – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie

2020

Janvier 04. Rokia Traoré + Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie

Février 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale

Mars 20. Ensemble Dedalus joue "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Avril Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie

Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie

en gras : les derniers ajouts / in bold: the last news

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The Live Of Dorks / Nerd!Stiles AU

Author: voidwriter

Summary: Y/n is in love with Stiles who is in love with Lydia who is dating Jackson. When Jackson seeks out Stiles for secret comic book lessons, Stiles sees his chance to be with Lydia. But Lydia’s more interested in setting Stiles up with Y/n. What could go wrong?

Author’s Note: This series is based of the movie, The secret lives of dorks, therefore I don’t own the rights to that movie. I’m just having some fun re writing it but with different characters! Let me know if you want to be tagged in part2.

Warning: It might seem like it stiles x lydia but trust me it not!

Word count: 4k

"Obi-Wan told me to follow my instincts, and my instincts are all over you. Or, you stole my heart like the rebellion stole the Death Star plans. Wait no this one is even better! Your smile glows brighter than a lightsaber" Stiles continued to throw each pun at his friends' which consisted only Scott and Issac. Both of them giving Stiles a strange look.

"Where are you even getting these lines from?" Issac questioned, Scott, nodded in agreement. "Alright, you know what? I hate you both, yeah that right. Unbelievable" He babbled rudely, whirling away so he wouldn't have to look at his both very confused best friends. When he caught the sight of the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes upon. She took his breath away like no else could, from her bouncy red hair to her amazing body posture. Stiles visibly gulped admiring her looks from afar, as she walked past everyone with a smirk on her face, like she owned the place.

"She is the hottest girl in our class" Isaac spoke behind Stiles, looking, more like staring at her. "And has been since eight grade" Scott mumbled his puppy-like eyes scanning over her body. It felt like Siles couldn't even look away or even move an inch, being paralyzed to the spot he was standing on. He nodded slowly and said, " If it weren't for that damned sun, she'd be the hottest thing ever created; but even then she is the hottest thing created"

All three boys stared as Jackson, sadly her boyfriend lunged at her and captured his lips with his own as they made out in the middle of the hall not giving a care who was staring. Stiles sighed his shoulders dropping low to the ground, as he had once again witnessed her kiss someone else who is not him.

"Dude, Jackson is gone this is the perfect time to talk to her" Issac hit Stiles arm not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him get out of his gaze. "Are you crazy? I'll get smashed" Stiles commented moving out of the way, his eyes wide. He didn't know where he gained that one percent confidence from, but he quickly said, "Hey Lydia, you look like you'll ignore me" Stiles finished off the last words with a mumble as Lydia didn't even bat an eye at him, walking straight past him.

"Hey, Lydia" Issac shouted over his shoulder, making Stiles stumble over his own feet. She turned out giving the three boys an odd look. "What?" She crossed her arms tapping her foot, waiting impatiently.

Stiles is a nerd, he was always more interested in comic books than any sport and despite as hard as his dad tried to change that. He was just not made to be a jock, he was made for comic books and a nerd live. Stiles was never the one to get any girl in his entire life or to even kiss one. Well except his grandma but that was a long story to be told another time. So that how the story starts, it all began when Lydia Martin moved to Beacon High school in eighth grade and swooped Stiles little heart, making him crazy in love. From the begging he new he will marry her, she was perfect. She was the Leia to his Han, the princess to his Mario.

Of course, there is always something in the way, or someone called Jackson. He was bigger than him and better looking than him in a traditional handsome way if you're into that. He thought, but this senior year he was going to become a superhero and make an amazing, extraordinary even power to talk to Lydia Martin.

"Your hair!" Stiles exclaimed the first thing that came to his mind, he cursed in his mind already screwing things up. "My hair?" "Your light looks very beautiful in that hair" Stiles received a very confused look from Lydia as he tried not to fidget as much as he was right now. "Wait no that really wrong. Your hair is... er... uh..." He kept pausing and thinking of something to say, that would flatter her, but he kept stumbling over his words and not being able to form a proper sentence.

Here we go again, it's like every year he forgets I'm a cheerleader. He's been trying to get my panties since eight grade, can't he see the uniform I wear every day. It means keep off unless you're a jock. Lydia thought, she turned around about to walk away once again, when Stiles tried to stop her from leaving and give him a chance. When suddenly, his legs tangles themselves somehow making him trip and bump into someone, making the cupcakes fly away from the plate straight on to Lydia.

Everyone gasped at the sight, some started to laugh not even trying to hold it in. Stiles was laid on the floor from tripping over, a guilty look spread on his face. He tried to apologize but no words could come out of his mouth.

"You. You're not going to ruin my senior year for me, you dorkface." She huffed and wiped the cupcake icing off her face, turning around and walked off. Stiles instantly groaned and stood up wiping the dust off his trousers with his hands.

"Great, five minutes in and I already managed to screw things up," He said head hanging low, a small pout on his face. He felt a hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently, he could already smell pity from his friends, he didn't even need to look at their faces to know. "I know I know, stupid of me to even think I can have a chance"

"Stiles, maybe you should stop trying. I mean if she really did like you, she would have already made a move by now, but as you can see she's not making a move anytime now" Scott replied a pity smile on his face he really did want Stiles the best, but he knew Lydia was not the one to make that happen.

"No Scott, I'm not stopping until she falls for me, I know she will, it can take a long time, but she will" Stiles answered and walked past Scott to his next class. Scott sighed sadly knowing how stubborn Stiles was and nothing will change his mind.

"He will never learn will he" Issac muttered as both boys watched Stiles walk of disappearing into the crowd of people. "No, not until he will get heartbroken but even then, it questionable if he will" Scott shook his head and began to walk to his next class as the bell started to ring echoing around the whole school.

Stiles was sat on the bench in the boys changing room, fiddling with his fingers thinking about what happened at lunch and how he screwed things up again. Everyone was nearly done changing, so the room was nearly empty. When Coach Finstockwalked past making sure everyone was ready, he spotted Stiles and squinted his eyes before saying, "Cmon Stilinski you got five minutes before the game stars, you better get ready now"

"I don't think that a good idea" Stiles mumbled still fiddling with his fingers nervously. Coach stopped midway and stood still before he sat down next to Stiles. "Why not?" "Well every time I'm playing lacrosse I somehow get kicked down there, or even the ball gets thrown down there"

Coach gave him a look and said, "I think you're exaggerating" "No, no I'm not I keep track in my journal" "You have a journal?" Coach asked surprised, his eyebrows raised. "Yes but that not the point" "Whatever I want you on the filed in five minutes if you still not down there, I will make sure to give you a detention." Stiles groaned and started to change.

-

"See not bad" Coach said as he sat next to Stiles as he kept grunting in pain, laid on the bench eyes closed. "Yeah not bad, just a casual kick in the balls defiantly not bad" Stiles was able to grunt out still in pain as he kept complaining.

"Stop complaining Stilinski and get to class" "Sure just when I'm done being in pain Coach"

As before Stiles never enjoyed sports, always too busy reading comic books or watching Star Wars, he never thought about sports in a serious way like some jocks do. For some people sport was their life, passion. And well for Stiles, it was comic books.

It was a free period and Stiles was in the computer room, or so the 'Nerd room' what some people like to call it. Doing some research for his upcoming biology test, when he felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders making him jump in his chair. "Whatcha doing there dork, watching porn?"  Jackson commented whiles smirking, looking around the place.

"What do you want Jackson?" Stiles asked, irritated that he got interrupted. "To kick your ass obviously, What else." Stiles pretended to laugh and carried on with his research forgetting Jackson was there for a second.

"Look, Stiles, I need your help" He paused for a minute why would Jackson need his help again, "I'm already doing your math and biology homework what else do you need from me?" Stiles questioned looking at Jackson unusually.

"This is different this is important. I need you to teach me absolutely everything about comic books" Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Jackosn and raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

"Yeah, you don't need to know that." "Okay fine meet me after school at the comic book shop" Before carrying on typing on the laptop. Jackon sighed, "I have to bring Lydia" He nearly jumped up from his chair from hearing the name Lydia, thoughts racing through his mind.

"Well I mean, if you have to bring her then I guess, that alright" He tried to play it cool, not to show the fact that Lydia was affecting him so much. "But she can't found about this" "I guess you can tell her, the school set you up to do your homework in the comic book shop as they keep catching you cheating?" Unsurely Stiles replied.

"And she will believe that?" Jackson questioned. "If you tell her it was my idea, she will." "Cool alright"

Stiles' eyes travel over the sky, at the sunsets swirls of oranges and yellows, nerves started to sit in as he will be able to see Lydia after the incident again. His heart fluttered at the thought, even though, he was nervous as hell he couldn't wait to see her beautiful face. Stile just couldn't get enough of it. He approached the comic book shop and walked inside ready to buy some more comic books.

"Excuse sir is this where you find the information about comic books" A voice whispered behind Stiles making him roll his eyes. "Oh hey, Jackson, nice jacket" Although, his eyes fell on Lydia walking carelessly around the shop a bored look on her face. Wow, Lydia in a comic book shop, could my day get any better, Stiles thought.

Oh god, he's looking at me, I have to find a way for him to stop drooling over me. Lydia thought at the same time. "Nobody knows we here right?" Jackson's voice broke Stiles stares at Lydia and it fell on Jackson. "Nope, just me Lydia and everyone around us" Stile gave a sarcastic smile and handed some comic books that were good to start with.

"Spiderman" Jackson suddenly said, "I saw the movie I don't need to read this one"

"Actually, the comic book is completely different from the movie." An unusual voice said next to Stiles, he didn't even turn to look who it was to busy looking through every comic book. "Whatever, let's go" Lydia hurried.

"Hi, Stiles" He furrowed his eyebrows when he heard a girl voices say his name. He turned to look but he lifted his shoulder in a half shrug and shook his head. She walked around so she would be on his left now and said, "Have you ever checked Depressed boy it, my favorite webcomic series" She stopped for a second then carried on saying, "it's about  a shy guy who has a hard time talking to girls"

"Webcomics are for people who can't get dates" Stiles replied and turned away once again.  "All comic books are for people who can't get dates" Lydia commented smirking.

"I bet Stiles can get a date" He gave her a strange look. Y/N a girl who never brings attention to herself even slightly, a nerd like me but a very strange one. I mean she isn't that bad but she gives me the chills in a very bad way, so I try to keep my distance. Stiles thought.

"Hey Stiles there's this show coming to town this weekend, I heard it something to do with Star Wars, maybe you would like to come?" She questioned. Y/N always liked Stiles ever since she saw him she knew her heart belonged to him. She found it cute how he can be a dork but adorable at the same time. But she never had the confidence to ask him out, she always showed hints that she liked him, but he was too busy obsessing over Lydia Martin.

"No one is going and I don't want to go alone" "Really. Because I also want to go, and I don't have anyone else to go with" she shoved her hands in her pocket, "Well that sucks, I guess we both are going to miss it"

"Hey, Lydia do you like Star Wars?" Stiles beamed turning away to look at Lydia.

What a dork. Wait a minute they are a perfect pair, both nerds, both like comic books, both are losers. If I get Stiles falls in love with Y/N, he will stop drooling over me and I won't have to worry about him ruining my senior year. Lydia thought a small smirk appeared on her face.

-

"Go Mets!" Cheered Stiles sister who was much younger than him, "Dad, you should probably teach her to say other things, at some point." " Cmon she knows other stuff. It true watch again." Stiles let out a breath before shaking his head, threading a hand through his hair.

"Cmon catch it, catch it, catch it" Stiles dad kept mumbling, before shouting, "Yes!" He jumped up happily that his favorite team won. "Run that shit" "Annie" Stiles bolted up, "what?" "Dad!" "What?" "Annie just said shit!" "While watching the game" "She's six" "Oh cmon she's not too young to watch football properly."

He rubbed his forehead, "That why she needs a women figure in her life" "Oh cmon you did that one fine" "Oh great, thanks" Stile grumbled before closing the book shut and throwing it on the table before scurrying off.

"Oh cmon it doesn't mean anything" The only reply his father got was the sound of the door slamming closed.

It was the next day and Stiles was in the library, doing his homework right at the back of the room. But what he didn't know was that Lydia Martin herself was looking for him. It was quite a surprise for people to see her walking around the library, but they got over it soon.

My first step to my master plan was found Stiles, it wasn't easy but it wasn't difficult either. The only places he could be found was either the library, the computer room or the canteen. I really hope this works. Walking around the library for a couple of minutes she spots Stiles right at the back.

"You're paranoid" Lydia's voices makes him jump not expecting to hear her someone especially Lydia Martin. "You like hiding in places where you know you will be alone. Where no one can torment you or torture you" Lydia shifted from one foot to the other. "Um. I'm just doing my homework like a normal person" "I saw on Dr. Phil, he did a show on it last Thursday" Lydia smiled like she knew Stiles very well.

"I'm not paranoid, I just like it here" "Well you're paranoid when it comes to girls, that for sure" "What?" "You're just scared to ask a girl out who is standing right in front of you, wanting to be asked"

"What are you trying to say?" Was Lydia Martin hinting to ask her out? "Y/n is sweet, nice - most importantly she is interested in you" "Y/N?" Stiles imagines the girl whose lips were always chapped, her eyebrows never done. And she usually hides her face with her hair, you never get to see her face properly just half of it.

"Yes Y/N, she is a great catch for you" Lydia smiled. "Girls are usually never interested in me, they either want me to do their homework or be my friend. Nothing more." "Look it no big deal if you can't ask a girl out"

"Lydia, I'm not asking her out I already like someone else" he mumbled the last part. "Look seriously, you got to ask her out. What the worst that could happen?" Stiles though for a second before he started to quickly ramble, "Well she and all her friend can laugh at me in the hallway in front of the whole school. Scaring me for life, destroying my low esteem to the point, where I have no nerve to ask another girl out as long as I live. And become a miserable, lonely, old man who dies alone." This was harder than I thought, Lydia thought frowning.

The next time that Lydia tried to achieve her plan was by texting him. It was in the middle of history and no one was really paying attention, well expect Stile and another couple of people. He was in the middle of a sentence when he heard his phone go off, he quickly got his phone out to see it was from Lydia. His gulped already nervous since he gave his number to her once when she was very drunk, he never received a text or a call from her. So to see a text from Lydia was a huge thing for Stiles.

'Let me teach you a few things about girls.' Wait, what? Questions ran through Stiles mind, before carrying on reading.

'Lesson one don't do that. Lesson two compliments are good, over-complimenting shows desperation; women sense desperation in like dog sense it fears, or food. I'm not sure which. Lesson three really don't be yourself, can't stress that enough. Lesson four, pay no attention to Jackosn, pay attention to things such as nail polish girls like it when you notice that sorta thing. And lesson five possibly the most important lesson you will get from me, always tell hot girls they are smart, and smart girls they are hot.

How was Stiles going to follow every lesson, he groaned in frustration.

Debate class. Stiles least favorite lesson, you can already tell why. Stiles and Scott were both sat on the chairs chatting away whiles Lydia and Issac were up for a debate when Issac got chosen he nearly screamed (out of happiness of course) when he got Lydia.

"Did you see their uniform, uh, they were gorgeous. Well cut, well designed, and so little color to chose from. Sure the Nazis wanted to take over the world, but they looked fabulous doing so" Everyone gasped, but started to clap when Lydia finished her debate.

"Thank you, Issac and Lydia very interesting angle but well argued. It is a close call but I think I will have to award it to you Lydia" She squealed happily, "you pick the net pair" Mrs. Thompson said. "Okay I pick Y/N and Stiles" "Okay Y/N and Stiles step up to the stage"

"Your topic is baby seal hunting, Stiles for and Y/N against" Mrs. Thompson once again said, silence overtook the whole room, Stiles looked around feeling uncomfortable.

"Well people could argue baby seals hunters need to make a living, but argument is much more basic" Stiles paused, "Have you ever seen a baby seals face they just have this expression that says: beat me, club me, smash my brains in, please" Everyone started to whisper and argue against Stiles argument.

Y/n sighed giving him a look that Stiles couldn't tell if it was a good look or a bad look she was giving him, " Stile has anyone ever told you, you look exactly like a baby seal?" As Y/N replied to his argument everyone burst out laughing, at the burn she just sent to Stiles. He scratched his neck and began to take off.

But then Stiles remembered what Lydia has told him about the lessons, so if he wants to win over her, he has to ask Y/N out. He whirled around and puffed out his chest, before approaching Y/N.

"I love your nail polish" "I'm not wearing any" Y/N replied adjusting her bag strap, "Erm, look I'm sorry about that burn, it was the first thing that came into my mind. To be honest, you don't look like a baby seal, you look cuter anyway."

"So um... I... had something important to ask you Y/N" Stiles replied, "Really, um what that?" she clasped her hands behind her back, staring deeply into Stiles honey-brown eyes, "Did you like the new Star Wars movie that just got released?" "I will talk to you later Stiles" Y/N frowned and walked away from him, she thought he was finally going to ask her out. But of course not how dumb could she be. After Y/N vanished in the crowds, Stiles cursed under his breath as he messed up already. Asking Y/N will be harder than he thought.

-

"Look Lydia, I tried asking her out" Stiles affirmed rolling his eyes, "If you don't ask her out by tomorrow you're lost cause and I don't work with lost causes" Stiles thought for a moment before a great idea popped up, "I will text her later tonight" "Wow you're so romantic" Lydia beamed sarcastically. "Oh, um thanks" Stiles smiled sheepishly.

"Call her" "On the phone?" Stiles instantly panicked, he can't call her that would make it even more awkward than it is. "Yes, on the phone - so you are going to call her on the phone, right?" Lydia questioned.

"Well, actually I have been working on some excellent pickup lines." jamming his hands in his front pocket, "No pickup lines. Ever understood?" "But they are really good" he informed. "Don't you realize a girl with a half a brain hates to pick up lines" "Just pretend your Y/N, okay?" Lydia scoffs crossing her arms over her chest.

" You’re hotter than the flames on Mustafa"  " Are you a Jedi Master? Cause, Yoda-Licious!" Stiles babbled enthusiastically.

"Just forget the pickup lines, just call her and ask her out" She made it seem so easy like it was nothing. I didn't understand why she wanted me to ask Y/N out but I knew I would do anything to get Lydia to go out with me.

"She will say yes I promise" she assured me. "Okay" "Okay"

Stiles was pacing back and forth in his room, phone in his hand ready to dial Y/N number. "Just call her, it not that hard" As he pressed to call it rang for few seconds before he ended the call quickly, "I will text her. No Lydia will kill me, ugh." He dialed her number again and pressed call, waiting for her to pick up. "It Y/n unless your stupid, you know what to do" Stiles sighed, "Hi Y/N, um... I'm sorry I'm bothering you, well the reason I'm calling you is that I wanted to ask you um. This probably sounds crazy, but if you're busy that fine. I wanted to know if you maybe if you-" Stiles got cut of my reaching the message limit. He cursed out load for not being straightforward.

When the phone started to ring it took him few seconds before he answered her, "I would love to go out with you Stiles" "Wow really?" "Yes, really"He heard her beam she seemed so excited and happy.

"I have a date" Stiles whispered to himself not believing it, "Not of Lydia, but still a date" he swayed on his feet a small grin plastered on his lips. "A date, a date"

He finally got a date but was it with the right girl?

[tuseriesdetv]

Los 10 personajes más odiosos de 2018

Las noches de paz y las noches de amor nos las vamos a ventilar rápidamente. El veneno cotiza más alto y desde luego entretiene más, aunque en ocasiones se pasa de la raya. Este año, como es ya habitual, nuestra paciencia ha sido puesta a prueba por una serie de elementos disruptivos cuya fuga, muerte o rescisión de contrato nunca llega lo suficientemente pronto. Por esos ilustres piezas que hacen que deseemos cancelaciones de series y quiebras de canales enteras, brindemos hoy. 

10. Owen Milgrim (Maniac) 

Esa cara. ¿Qué necesidad? Maniac tenía muchos ingredientes. Unos funcionaban mejor, otros funcionaban peor y otros sencillamente no los entendíamos porque ese formato, más que querer transgredirlo todo, claramente, sólo quería parecer guay. Y no. Si quieres llegar a ser guay, además de pretender dártelas de ello, ¡pon protagonistas a la altura! Emma Stone, en constante lucimiento. Jonah Hill, 10 episodios con la misma cara de seta. ¿Cómo empatizas con un hongo por esquizofrénico que sea? ¡Los esquizofrénicos siempre dan juego! ¡¿Cómo la cagas con un esquizofrénico?! Se puede, y Fukunaga lo demostró perfectamente. 

9. Todos los padres de Riverdale 

Ésta es fácil. Los conflictos generacionales en las series adolescentes, qué gran novedad. Riverdale vive de darse vueltas, reinventarse, ser tróspida con los temas de siempre… Suele ir como un tiro dentro de sus humildes posibilidades y ambiciones, hasta que tocamos con los papis. A falta de uno o dos, todo dios en esa serie tiene un parricidio en potencia entre manos. Desde Hiram por ser un mafioso de pacotilla a la alcaldesa que menos trabaja de la historia de la democracia. ¿Por qué no renovamos por una cuarta temporada centrada en musculados huerfanitos? Sería mucho más digestiva que una trama sobre señoros jugando a Dragones y Mazmorras versión copyright free, en serio. 

8. Paulina (La ca sa de las flo res) 

¿Hace falta explicar algo? Yo creo que no. 

7. Kathryn McSorley-Jodell (Camping) 

¿Cuánta gente ha visto Camping? Poca, ¿verdad? La auténtica pregunta es: ¿cuánta gente ha sido capaz de soportar la neurosis de su protagonista? De alguien como Lena Dunham al frente de un reparto más que solvente esperábamos muchísimo más que que nos generase instintos homicidas contra Jennifer Garner. ¡No se nos hace odiar a Sydney Bristow, maldita sea! ¡Eso es pecado! Pues lo ha conseguido. La Garner vuelve a primera fila (aunque esperemos que se quede bien rezagada en el patio de butacas) con una protagónica neurótica, controladora y castrante a la que, spoiler, tristemente no se le cayó un árbol encima. Trágico regreso. 

6. Cyrus Beene (Scandal) 

Sufrí por ti, Shonda Rhimes. Scandal se despedía este año tras 7 temporadas cual globo ya en sus últimos silbidos. Floja, sin aire y a duras penas capaz de mantenerse en el aire dando vueltas. Guilty pleasure trepidante en sus años mozos, El Show de Olivia Pope se despedía con el enésimo cambio de sombrero del blanco al negro y viceversa otro par de veces, y todo se condensaba en Cyrus como villano a batir en la última guerra de la mujer con el papo más grande de Washington. Superando al puñetero padre de Olivia, Cyrus representa con toda su inconsistencia los peligros de alargar series tres temporadas más de lo que deberían. 

5. Abe Weissman (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) 

Maravillosa es poco, y lo sabemos todos. La señorita Massiel Maisel se merece absolutamente todo piropo que podamos derrochar, desde su primera línea de guion hasta el último fundido a negro. Y por tener esa ascendencia genética, con doble de mérito. Porque a eso no se le puede llamar ni padre. El machirulismo sesentero agrede escena tras escena en esta comedia que se reconfirma como imprescindible tras su segunda temporada, pero ver a Tony Shalhoub ejercer de marido opresor de la mártir Madre Maisel en París es de traca. ¿Qué le pasa a este hombre que no es capaz de dar con un papel en el que no queramos estrangularle? 

4. Elektra Abundance (Pose) 

Aunque el auténtico odio debería ir al productor que decidió poner a Evan Peters o Kate Mara como cabezas de cartel por sus dos escenas por episodio, sólo podemos poner los ojos en blanco ante martirios dentro de la narrativa, no fuera. La madre de la casa de la abundancia, además de ser interpretada por los pelos del mismo concepto, es la antagonista más simple que una Murphada puede marcarse. Este back to basics de RyRy decepciona con sus tramas y con personajes como Elektra, una representante de prácticamente todas las minorías representables convertida en mala de telenovela de Nova. El rencor raíz del que proviene su posición de líder abusadora solamente reconfirma el estereotipo y con el hype que la precedía no podemos aprobar tanta sota, caballo y rey. 

3. Sandoval (Vis a vis) 

Zulema, hija de puta. Hay que decirlo más. Mira que en Vis a vis se hacen villanas maravillosas, iconos de la cultura española y leyendas vivas de la televisión. Pero cuando pintan hombre… apaga y vámonos. La resurrección de Vis a vis, además de necesaria y satisfactoria, mete quinta respecto a la dureza y el salvajismo entre las rejas de Cruz del Norte. ¿Era complicado subirle el nivel al médico de la prisión? Sí, pero han sabido superarse hasta con la minga en un bote de formol. Sandoval es el malo que se pasa de malo, que claramente va a costar matar y que antagoniza a cualquier otra zorra que pase por la cárcel. Hasta que el cuerpo aguante, o aguantemos nosotros. 

2. Aunt Lydia (The Handmaid’s Tale) 

Hay cierto conflicto moral a la hora de destacar un personaje odioso de The Handmaid’s Tale y que no sea un hombre. Pero es que lo de esta señora es de traca. La mano ejecutora de la represión en Gilead nos puso al límite la primera temporada, pero en esta segunda ya ha tocado ver los episodios con el mando lejos no fuéramos a tirárselo a la tele. La torturadora más creativa de las sociedades distópicas merece un puesto de honor en toda lista de ponzoña televisiva, además del más que catártico cliffhanger que nos dejó para cerrar el segundo año. Qué gusto, qué placer, qué húmedos nos dejó esa caída. 

1. Insatiable, en sí, todos, obviamente, faltaría más. 

Qué fantasía de serie. Como uno de los pocos defensores del planeta de este desacertado derroche de la incorrección política, vamos a dedicarle el oro de nuestro particular mercadillo del malaje a todo este plantel de hijos de puta. Toda la crítica a este microcosmos sureño que hizo de Pequeña Miss Sunshine un icono, Netflix se la pasó por el forro con esta oda a la discriminación, los prejuicios y la incitación a la anorexia. Desde que la protagonista se quita el cojín de la barriga y la papada de plástico hasta el homicidio final, todo es ponerse una corona detrás de otra. Probablemente un símil por aquello del pageant world, o sencillamente que les importase una mierda el mensaje de "si eres gorda y fea nunca vas a ser feliz". De todos modos, este curioso caso de falta de publicistas y asesores merece todos los honores de presidir nuestra lista y, honestamente, una oportunidad para testar vuestros propios límites a la hora de aguantar un soberbio espectáculo de catástrofes audiovisuales. 

[tk-observer]

Scandinavia + Netherlands

It’s been two years since I wrote in here! Gasp!! There’s been one more trip to Japan in that time with Joanna too!

Anyway, before I get too caught up in that—this year’s trip!

Copenhagen!

WAS A BEAUTIFUL BIKING UTOPIA. I loved biking there so much! Even though it was cold and around like 6–10°C the entire time, the city was so flat and the bike lines so well thought out. We never got close to hitting anyone or in the way of anything. Even when we were confused, the bike lanes were made such that you couldn’t cross traffic and get in the way if you stayed in the lines.

We ate so many pastries. I also ate the world’s most beautiful chocolate croissant at Andersen & Maillard. Ugh, it was so beautiful. That cafe was so beautiful.

Lydia and I stayed in Nørrebro, the cutest little neighborhood. We also got to enjoy someone’s tiny apartment, which they shared with a kid?? We don’t know. We had two theories going:

1. They have a baby that comes to visit often, or 2. They’re moving out of the apartment.

Because the apartment was smaller than my studio, and they had maybe 1/3 of the things that I own. Just wow. Really makes you re-evaluate the amount of stuff you have…

Anyway, we biked around, visited Assisten’s Cemetery, which apparently is a place people go to hang out in during the summer. Half of it is public, with grave sites from like the 1800s or something like that, the other half is an active graveyard, where there are memorial services. We visited Hans Christian Anderson’s grave and Niels Bohr’s grave. Niels Bohr!!

Went to Nyhavn, visited the beauuuuuuuuuuutiful public library, went to the royal Danish museum which had a cool exhibit on what “modern” life is like in Denmark now with submissions that were voted on by the museum’s FB group. Also a surprise Pika Pika booth. Visited Christiania in the dark, the time when people are there to actually buy drugs instead of be tourists, Lydia biked with a flat for like four miles (two different bikes!). Food hall was amazing, went to a Zara home I think (dat Scandinavian design tho). Also walking around the Halloween themed Tivoli Gardens at night!! They had all these cute kiosks where people were selling their wares and glögg.

Also randomly while walking around Kastellet after visiting the Little Mermaid statue, we stumbled on a drum core practicing. Copenhagen is really beautiful, especially with all the fall leaves changing colors.

I think my favorite part has to be coming home and watching Pitbulls and Parolees on our AirBnB’s TV. That and Say Yes to the Dress which I surprisingly love to watch. 

Amsterdam!

Was warmer! But there was a mix up at our Hotel Not Hotel which was a little annoying, but still kinda cool. It’s a very gimicky kind of hotel. Our room door was a bookcase. One thing I like nightmare dreamed about was a fire and then for the rest of the time I was worried that firemen wouldn’t be able to find our room if they needed to… Well, there was no fire.

The canals did make it difficult to navigate since the city was shaped in concentric rings. Also, when you were around the neighborhood that was known for selling weed, you would just smell it everywhere. I don’t smoke bc I am small and I don’t like the way it makes me feel, and I really don’t like the smell. @___@

We had dutch pancakes, ate a lot of pasta, discovered Yogurt Barn which was SO GOOD. Biked some more, but in Amsterdam it’s a bit more chaotic. The bike lanes are clearly marked, but that’s kind of it. They cross each other a lot more, so it’s easier to get startled. Also on the smaller streets along the canals, it’s not clear who has right of way, so a few times there was a car coming from my left or right where I did not know if they were going to stop or if I should stop or what.

Visited the cat boat!! Walked through the Bloemmarket, also went to this BEAUTIFUL, fancy restaurant called De Kas. It’s a greenhouse in the middle of a big park, so it’s just magical because you can see all the park around you outside. Also the food was so good. It’s a set course, but my favorite was the salad. They served it with a raw egg yolk, and I don’t know where that egg came from, but it is the best egg yolk I have ever had.

Museum of the canals was super cool! A great little museum executed really well, had tons of cute stop-motion animations to illustrate how the city was built (they put logs in the ground! Just tons of logs that they imported from Scandinavia), and this dollhouse which was my favorite. One of the rooms of the dollhouse you could look into was the room where the dollhouse was. So meta.

Anne Frank house, jeez man. I don’t think I’ve read the book, so I bought it, and I’m going slowly through it.

Moco museum, a modern gallery kinda deal. Lots of Bansky which eh, I’m never really into since I can’t shake the feeling that he’s kind of arrogant, but the Icy and Sot exhibit was so good. I bought their book even though it only goes up to 2016 and doesn’t have their environmental pieces, which I think are amazing. 

Tea at the smallest house in Amsterdam! IT’S SO FUCKING CUTE. Also our host was a surprise historian! He taught us about the history of the house and was a great local host. He told us about how his family was like the fourth/fifth? people to own the home since it was built. Also a proper tea house since it seems that Scandinavia and Netherlands is really into coffee over tea.

Stockholm!

I think this is the point where we were kinda tired from going out all the time. Stockholm again was way colder and even the city bikes were taken in for the season. We took a lot of busses which were expensive (~$5 for a one-way ticket for 75 mins), but the central bus station. THE CENTRAL BUS STATION. Was so gorgeous. It looked kinda like ancient greek pottery.

Stockholm is gooooorgeous. It’s the in-between of the two cities to me. I think Amsterdam was old smashed with new, Copenhagen was mostly old, but Stockholm was like modern old. It didn’t have as many narrow buildings, and way more cobblestones streets and hills. I think biking there regularly would be more difficult. But also, Stockholm is a archipelago city, spread out over small islands. The water’s never far.

Fika everywhere! Unguarded coffee!

We ate Swedish meatballs, walked around the super cute neighborhoods Södermalm and Ostermalm (I think), visited the ABBA museum which was really fun, and the Vasa Museum, which has a 17th century ship preserved from the sea. Like they literally dragged the whole thing out of the ocean and restored it. It’s crazy.

It was also at this time that I discovered that season 2 of Castlevania came out so I ended up watching it with Lydia since she was interested despite all the gore and violence. Season 2 had much more plot going on, way more people, but the animation was kinda stilted. Since it had 8 episodes, it felt like they saved up all the budget for the fight scenes, which were still really good, but I like my dialogue scenes with more than just shots of people eyes. Also, plot was a bit more messy (poor Godbran!). Still, fun to watch! It was interesting to see more of Dracula’s perspective in this one since he was missing the entire first season. I’m really glad they didn’t skimp out on the background artists though. They were A+.

Went to IKEA on the free IKEA bus from central station, which was soooo much fun ahahha. Ate at the nice restaurant (more meatballs!) there and then just walked around. I don’t think we even bought anything, just had fun sitting on things and looking at all the cute children’s furniture and toys. It was so big. So, so big.

And then home!!

I’m so jetlagged rn. It’s like 2000 but it feels like 0200. Waiting on my last laundry load, and then I’m going to SLEEP

[aboutanancientenquiry]

Meaning and importance of the work of Herodotus as historian of the empires of the Near East

Map of the Persian Achaemenid Empire at its greatest extent.  Inspired by Historical Atlas of Georges Duby (p.11, map D), this map was made by Fabienkhan the 24th of August 2006, using Inkscape and GIMP. Arad translated the map to help. Source:https://www.worldhistory.org/image/148/achaemenid-empire-map/

“The changeability of fortune was a favourite topic of Greek moral discourse, and it has a prominent place in the Histories, most famously in their lengthy re-telling of the popular stories of how King Croesus of Lydia and the tyrant Polycrates of Samos fell from grace. Herodotus extended this interest to the changing fortunes of entire political communities, which he felt was an important enough theme in his work to be highlighted from the outset...”

“...Herodotus, however, went beyond mere moralizing and made an effort to establish the precise extent and duration of the “leadership” (arche or hegemonia) of the great powers of the past...”

“It almost goes without saying that, for all its apparent precision, much of Herodotus’ information about the great powers of the past is unreliable, and indeed demonstrably false. His history of Egypt before the Saite dynasty, for example, bears little relation to known reigns and events, and is not even internally plausible since it has only eight generations of kings to cover a span of more than 500 years... More remarkable than the mistakes, however, are Herodotus’ willingness and ability to reconstruct and synchronize -so far as we know from scratch- any sort of world history at all, let alone one which was roughly accurate for the last 300 years or so, and dared to reach back more than eight centuries. Measuring the dimensions of past empires in this way must have required an intense research effort.

Herodotus’ explanation of the rise and fall of the great powers, although presented in an unsystematic manner, was quite comprehensive. Beyond the simple observation that it took divine support28 and large numbers of brave fighters to win power,29 he remarked on the importance of unity among the conquerors...Another prerequisite for power was “great wealth” to support one’s armies...Those who enjoyed all these assets could be expected to put them to use in wars of conquest...

The limits of imperial expansion were dictated similtaneously by the gods and by logistics...As for the inability of Xerxes’ army to defeat heavily outnumbered Greek forces in the decisive battles, Herodotus’ clear-cut explanation was that the Persians lost because the Greeks had, not greater courage, but superior military skills and equipment.33

Two obvious causes of the fall of empires, other than divine intervention, were defeat by even more powerful rivals and rebellion by discontended subjects...The Assyrian, Scythian, and revived Median empires were overthrown by their own subjects, who resented the “slavery” to which they have been reduced and sought to regain their “freedom”.34 Herodotus assumed that the impulse to resist, like the impulse to rule, was the mark of a “man”...The fundamental threat to imperial power -and political freedom- was thus a loss of masculinity as a result of living a life of ease.

In concluding his work on this note Herodotus was implicitly formulating a historical theory about the rise and fall of empires, which sent a clear message to his audience concerning the best way to retain the freedom and power the Greeks had won for themselves.36″

Hans van Wees “Herodotus and the Past”, in “Brill Companion to Herodotus”, pp 321-349 (excerpts)

Hans van Wees has been Grote Professor of Ancient History since 2011, having previously held posts as Lecturer, Reader and Professor since joining UCL History in 1995. Source: https://www.ucl.ac.uk/history/people/academic-staff/professor-hans-van-wees

The excerpts of the contribution of Pr. van Wees to “Brill Companion to Herodotus” that I have reproduced here are very enlightening concerning Herodotus as historian of the rise and fall of the empires of the Near East. I have only the following remarks from my point of view:

1/ Herodotus is conscious that his narrative of the pre-Saite history of Egypt is not satisfactory, a feeling that he expresses in some places of Book II of his Histories. He introduces himself the distinction between pre-Saite and Saite periods in his account, stressing that the Greeks have a more precise knowledge of Egypt after the opening of the country to them by Psametichos I, the first Pharaoh of the Saite dynasty. Moreover, important Egyptologists believe today that what Herodotus writes about the history of the pre-Saite Egypt reflects the confusions of his Egyptian sources and more generally of the Egyptian historical consciousness of the fifth century BCE about the past of the country.

2/ Pr. van Wees’ conclusion that  [t]he fundamental threat to imperial power -and political freedom- was thus [for Herodotus] a loss of masculinity as a result of living a life of ease is based mainly on his analysis of the last lines of the Histories (9.122), in which, as he explains, “Herodotus flashes back to the crucial decision made by the Persians when they first came to power to stay in their “small and rough” homeland. Migrating to a ‘better” part of their empire would mean “not ruling but being ruled, for soft territories tend to breed soft men, because the same soil cannot produce both spectacular crops and good fighting men’. So ‘they chose to live in a barren land and rule, rather than spread their seed in rich planes and become other men’s slaves” (9.122)”. 

However, the last chapter of Herodotus’ Histories and its importance for the understanding of the whole work of Herodotus are open to different interpretations. Anyway, although Herodotus is fully aware of the importance of strength in the conflicting historical tendencies of empire building and of defense of political freedom and of the causes and dangers of weakness and corruption for both empires and republics, I don’t think that we should see him as preacher of the “purity” and “manliness” of some kind of idealized primitivism and backwardness. 

I add here that many scholars believe that Herodotus’ work contains also an implicit warning about the hybris of the Athenian imperialism, despite Herodotus’ obvious admiration for the role of democratic Athens in the Greek victory over the Persian Empire.

 I add also that Herodotus is a man of his era and as historian of the rise of the Persian Empire and of the Greco-Persian wars he exalts of course the manly and heroic virtues and their importance in history. But, on the other hand, he is the most open among the ancient historians to the role of women in history and society and to the voices of women and he does not hesitate to praise the leadership of some women, so that it would not be correct to see Herodotus as just a bard of  “macho” masculinity, a misogynist, or an intellectual irrationally obsessed with the fear of the loss of some idealized “hyper-masculinity” due to the “pernicious influence of women”.

[falconlord5]

Mr. Darcy As Raymond Chandler’s Hero

So I’m still working on my analyses of Universal Horror films. Given how my work on Dracula (1931) turned out, however, I think that those analyses need something of re-think. At least in how I do them.

While I’m puzzling that out, I thought I’d keep my dedicated readers entertained by offering other analyses. In particular, today, we’re going to be talking about one Fitzwilliam Darcy and how is damn near literally the incarnation of Raymond Chandler’s hero as expressed in his landmark essay “The Simple Art of Murder.”

Join me under the cut!

But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished or afraid.

All right, so the English countryside that Jane Austen wrote about is not nearly as rough and tumble as the Los Angeles of… basically ever, but especially during Raymond Chandler’s time.

But it’s not without its own pitfalls. Elizabeth Bennet, our protagonist and a hero in her own right, must confront a ruthless con man and sexual predator (Wickham), a clueless, entitled prick (Mr. Collins), a minor member of the nobility who thinks she’s God (Lady De Bourgh) and a ruthless, jealous rival with all the morals of an American billionaire (Caroline Bingley). Any or all of these threaten Elizabeth’s happy ending: either by destroying her reputation, kicking her out of her own home, or ending her relationship with Darcy. And in the case of Wickham, all three.

Darcy, then, stands in contrast to all of these people. He lacks Wickham’s cowardice and willingness to prey on those weaker than himself, he lacks De Bourgh’s pettiness and bullying nature, Mr. Collins’ stupidity and entitlement and Caroline Bingley’s seething jealousy. His actions, though not always good, are (almost) always honourable and he holds himself to high standards.

But wait, you’re thinking. Wasn’t Darcy a complete and utter ass at the beginning of the book? Yes, he was. In fact, Darcy is an ass right up until that first proposal to Lizzy. When Lizzy confronts him with just how much of an ass he’s been, he does three very important things:

Perhaps most importantly, he leaves. He accepts and understands immediately that Lizzy hates his guts, that she doesn’t want anything to do with him, and he can mount no effective defence in his present state. So he tells Lizzy that he understands her feelings perfectly and gets out of Dodge right quick. Compare Mr. Collins, who practically had to be beaten over the head with a frying pan to get the idea that Lizzy wanted nothing to do with him.

The next day, he hands Lizzy a letter. The letter itself is important: by writing out what he was feeling, Darcy was able to keep a lid on his temper, give a logical defence of his actions (one that provokes serious soul-searching on Lizzy’s part, too), and start him down on the road to confronting his own actions and changing his behaviour. Not bad for one night’s effort. But the contents are important, too. Darcy begins the letter by reassuring Lizzy that the letter isn’t a restatement of his earlier proposal; it’s no desperate rom-com act, meant to win over the girl with its earnestness and cheese. Rather, it’s meant to clear the air: Lizzy has just accused Darcy of not merely being an ass, of not merely interfering in her sister’s love life, but of deliberately and maliciously sabotaging Wickham’s future. Darcy knows that at least some of these charges are totally false (Wickham) or that at least look better when put into context (his interference with Bingley and Jane), so he has to set the record straight. Lizzy might never like him, and he’s accepted that, but he needs to let her know that he’s not a monster; that at the very least, he does try to do the right thing.

The third thing that we must keep in mind about Darcy is that, once confronted with just how much of an ass he’s been, he changes. De Bourgh, Collins, Wickham, Caroline, Lydia… none of them ever change or improve, save on the most superficial of levels. Darcy, on the other hand, goes away and does just that. There’s a great scene in the 1995 adaptation where Darcy is working out at a fencing club and swears to himself that he will overcome this. He’s not talking about Lizzy; he’s talking about himself. How he came perilously close to being just another mean, petty person in a country already overflowing with them. And so he works on improving himself. We don’t get to see any of Darcy’s self-improvement, unfortunately, only the results, but those results are spectacular: when he next meets Lizzy and her aunt and uncle, he behaves as the gentleman he was raised as, and not the ass he became.

This, then, is Darcy: a man with a sharp tongue and a razor wit, who has allowed himself to become conceited and arrogant but never loses his inner goodness. When given a mirror and seen how ugly he has become, he goes on and becomes a better man.

He Must Be A Complete Man and A Common Man and Yet An Unusual Man. He is a Common Man or He Could Not Among Common People

Certainly, Darcy is unusual by the standards of Hertfordshire.  He’s rich for one thing, fabulously so, well-educated and well-travelled, and rather rude. And he is no commoner by the modern sense of the word; he is a member of the landed gentry after all.

However, we learn in Lizzy’s travels to Rosings Park that a lot of this is due to being out of his element. Once we find him amongst friends and family, Darcy becomes much more normal and behaving with some common decency. And later, after that disastrous first proposal, Darcy really doubles down on the common decency thing and starts acting with all the civil grace and manners that was expected of him, that he had been taught to have, and that he himself had let lapse. Jane Austen presents Darcy as a more or less normal member of the gentry who had gained a fat head, nothing more. Certainly, there were enough characters like that in Jane Austen’s works! Ergo, Darcy is quite a common man, even if he’s not always at ease with others or strictly a commoner.

And yet Darcy is still fundamentally weird. And he is weird because of his morals. Like Chandler’s famous detective, Darcy has morals of adamant, as absolute as the sunrise. However much they both succeed at hiding them from time to time.

But look at Darcy’s compatriots among the gentry. Bingley, Godzilla bless him, is mostly useless. Caroline Bingley is vile. Her sister and her sister’s husband are a) trash and b) as arrogant and hypocritical as Caroline herself is. Charlotte Lucas’ dad is not much better than Bingley. Lady De Bourgh thinks she’s God. Mr. Bennet spends all his time making fun of his wife, who’s a gold digger by proxy. And Mr. Collins is an entitled idiot.

Having a fat head among the gentry is clearly normal. Having morals, alas, is not.

He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world.

Darcy, let’s face it, is the best man in Pride and Prejudice. All the other men, though most of them are not without their good points, rather fail in comparison. Mr. Bennet likes Darcy’s sense of propriety and audience, Bingley lacks Darcy’s backbone, Mr. Collins is, well, Mr. Collins, and Wickham is the kind of guy who preys helpless women for petty revenge schemes.

But Darcy is quite different. Even his crimes are motivated by a sense of honour: he breaks up Jane and Bingley out of a very real concern about Mrs. Bennet’s gold-digging, Lydia’s total lack of anything resembling responsibility and Mr. Bennet’s unwillingness to do anything about it. As far he can see, with the exception of Lizzy and Jane, the Bennets are family of boors, social climbers, and gold diggers with no hope of happiness for his friend. Hell, he probably thinks he did Jane a favour, too: as far as he can tell, Jane isn’t interested in Bingley and is mostly being pushed into the relationship by Mrs. Bennet. Until Lizzy enlightens him, forcibly, he almost certainly figured that by not interfering, he would have doomed both Jane and Bingley to an unhappy marriage, not unlike the Bennets. Granted, he was wrong and there’s a certain degree of hypocrisy there given his own proposal to Elizabeth, but he was acting out of good intentions.

And there’s an even better scene where Darcy’s honour is established: right when Lizzy first learns that Wickham abducted her sister that Lydia and Wickham have run off together, she blabs to Darcy. Not intentionally, mind, but still. Darcy learns way more than Lizzy is comfortable with. Still, what does he do with that information? Sends for Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, stays with Lizzy for as long as she needs, and then proceeds to hunt. Wickham. down.

And ends him rightly forces Wickham to marry Lydia. No more than that: he also pays for the wedding completely out of pocket. Weddings are not cheap, not in any day and age. Add in the cost of settling Wickham’s debts and the sum total, as estimated by Bennet, is around ten thousand pounds. To put that into context, that’s the entire annual income of Darcy’s estate, double that of Bingley’s, and substantially more than the Bennet’s. And Darcy pays for it out of pocket, with the strictest orders that the Bennets are to have no idea that he was involved. He doesn’t want Lizzy to feel indebted to him and only marry him for that reason, but rather to do the right thing by her and her family.

Marlowe would be proud.

He will take no man’s money dishonestly and no man’s insolence without a due and dispassionate revenge.

Mr. Bennet says it best:

I shall offer to pay him to-morro; he will rant and storm about his love for you, and there will be an end of the manner.

Darcy is not interested in the Bennet’s money, or even their good will. Mostly, by his own admission, he was interested in easing Elizabeth’s pain. And so he won’t a take so much as a wooden nickel from them.

And then there are his interactions with Wickham. Wickham does all he can to besmirch Darcy, Darcy mostly ignores the man. It’s only when Wickham’s deeds are brought to light that Darcy comes down on him like the wrath of Godzilla… but he doesn’t kill Wickham (I like to think either the French or Sharpe did, but alas! Austen has the swine live). No. That would not be a due and dispassionate revenge, it would be murder. No, Darcy instead forces Wickham to grow up a little, to accept some responsibility for his actions. It doesn’t stick, but that’s not Darcy’s problem. Darcy has accounted for Wickham and Wickham’s crimes against him (Darcy), his friends and family. That’s more than enough.

I do not care much about his private life; he is neither a eunuch nor a satyr; I think he might seduce a duchess and I am quite sure he would not spoil a virgin; if he is a man of honor in one thing, he is that in all things

It’s easy to get hung up on the details of this passage, but the point is is that the Hero, whoever they are, does not take advantage of others sexually. The duchess here is older, experienced; she’s probably lost someone before and could do with a friend. More, she’s protected: if somebody (who wasn’t Henry II of England) had had the balls to tell Eleanor of Aquitaine who she couldn’t hang with, they’d be dead before morning. Wealth, power, privilege: she has it all and isn’t going to be hurt by an affair. The virgin, on the other hand, is representative of youth and inexperience. She isn’t protected, either by experience or wealth or power or privilege or even previous loss. And so, like James Bond, all the Hero does is offer the virgin an ice cream cone.

It’s enlightening to take a look at who Darcy and Wickham chase after. Both Darcy and Wickham chase Elizabeth, but to different extents: Wickham breaks off from Lizzy to chase another girl with a fortune of ten grand before he settles on Lydia. And before that, he tried to pull the same stunt on Georgiana, Darcy’s sister. Wickham always chases the low-hanging fruit, the women who are vulnerable. He would not be very interested in Eleanor of Aquitaine, but what he’d do to Bella Swan would… actually, it wouldn’t be all that different from what Edward did. Never mind.

Darcy, though, is very consistent in his attraction to Elizabeth. Moreover, he’s not interested in Miss de Bourgh, the sickly child that the Lady de Bourgh demands he marry. Why? Simply put, she probably reminds him way too much of Georgiana: a helpless child who depends on him. Can we really see Darcy, who fell in love with Elizabeth Bennet, she of the lively mind, agreeing to that kind of match? Maybe to save the kid from something worse, but that’s about it.

He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him

Yeah, I don’t think this needs explaining. Darcy isn’t thin-skinned, exactly, nor is he without friends. But he is highly self-sufficient, proud almost to the point of conceited, and has no problem offering verbal smackdowns to those who offend him.

He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness.

I think, aside from the ‘lively sense of the grotesque’ bit (that’s really more Lizzy’s thing), this describes Darcy pretty well. His rude wit is well-established, he does not care for the pretences of others and his contempt for Caroline Bingley’s pettiness just grows throughout the book.

The story is his adventure in search of a hidden truth, and it would be no adventure if it did not happen to a man fit for adventure. He has a range of awareness that startles you, but it belongs to him by right, because it belongs to the world he lives in.

Chandler is obviously talking about a very different kind of adventure, here, but the same principle applies. Darcy, and Lizzy for that matter are built for Jane Austen’s romantic social commentaries. They are far too intelligent to not notice the flaws of the world around them, and too compassionate not to take issue with those who would abuse others. They are, as Marlowe himself was, deeply sentimental and would deny it venomously if asked. Yet they are: Elizabeth is motivated by her need to love and be loved, and Darcy is motivated by his love of his friend, family and Lizzy. It’s hard to get more sentimental than that.

And it’s hard to find a pair of heroes more suited to the genre than these two. Darcy is the good-hearted man who’s lost his way a little. Lizzy is the plucky, good-hearted girl prone to snap judgements. Both are sentimentalists, both are cynical, both care deeply for their friends and family, and both understand the world they live in.

If there were enough like him, I think the world would be a very safe place to live in, and yet not too dull to be worth living in.

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I got tagged by @brynnmclean​ in the first sentence meme! AKA: Do the first sentences of whatever fics you want, however many you want. Are there any patterns?

Decisions are hard, so I’ll just go with the top ten by kudos:

1. we get dark, only to shine 

Lucrezia twirled, laughing as her skirts unfurled around her, a blur of pink and white.

I remember that I started here—before the story really begins in Pesaro—mostly because I loved that image so much. I’m not terribly visual, so I definitely go with it when something’s that clear! And I did kind of like the idea of having this brief beautiful moment before it all goes to hell, where they’re very young and innocent despite everything.

(Of course, few canons are so profoundly visual as The Borgias.)

2. per ardua ad astra (AO3)

Jyn never forgot the moment when her mother’s body slumped to the ground.

This was one of the hardest to find a starting place for. I had my ridiculously detailed outline, but it started with Bodhi arriving, and actually positioning Jyn at the moment was just difficult. But I did want her to be in that place of loss compounded by loss, where she finally just refuses to relinquish people and to give up—that’s really what ad astra!Jyn is all about.

I also had only seen RO once, in the theatre, so I had to rely on memory for everything—it’s why there are some continuity breaks from the early chapters.

3. but thou didst not leave his soul in hell (AO3)

Palpatine had sensed Luke as a vague disturbance in the Force.

Again, a sort of positioning thing: this is Vader’s POV, not Palpatine’s, and there to contrast how he connects to Luke. Definitely a “lol fuck you” element there :P

4. Season of Courtship

Miss Lydia Bennet’s marriage to Mr Wickham had effectively ended a very promising source of gossip; and Miss Bennet’s engagement to Mr Bingley was hardly better.

I loved this beginning. It’s still probably one of my favourites—I wanted to start on the outside looking in, picking up with Darcy and Elizabeth after their engagement by starting in the minds of people gossiping about them. And starting with a snide omniscient narrator felt appropriate!

5. Ten Facts About Harry Potter

Professor McGonagall is Harry's favourite professor.

The fact is more detailed than that. :P 

This is actually for my Slytherin!Harry AU. I wanted to start in comfortable territory—and there are in-story reasons this is true. It basically splits off with McGonagall happening to really look at Harry’s address and sweeping off to investigate. Since that messes with the timeline, he meets different people and starts off with somewhat different attitudes, which ultimately affects the Sorting—but it all started with McGonagall going “no, this is Wrong” and he never forgets that.

6. Anomaly

Fitzwilliam Darcy was a man of principle and integrity, austere in his habits and discriminating in his tastes.

Heh, I think all of these begin with announcements of fact, but this one particularly so! It’s my grey-ace!Darcy fic, so again it’s starting with a familiar baseline in a scenario I knew people would be resistant to, before swerving into the “and that’s why he doesn’t realize” territory.

7. Contradictions and Varieties

On the third morning of their stay at Lambton, Elizabeth and her uncle and aunt set off for a walk through Lambton.

Probably the most like wgdots: the purpose is still signaling where we are in the story (...obviously), but with some approximation of action. I don’t think I do that much. It’s just setting up an encounter with Darcy in the store—I remember that this fic was written for a couple of specific challenges, so that’s why it’s a bit random as an AU.

8. Redemption (AO3)

He falls by stages to the Dark Side, from pride to fear to anger to hatred.

This is for my first and weirdest SW fic (I gleefully tossed out chunks of ROTJ/PT canon because ... uh, I felt like it). One of my very, very rare present tense fics—I read a lot of it, but personally I vaaaastly prefer past tense. 

Again, it’s sort of easing you into the fic. If I have any signature tics, that’s got to be #1. I didn’t have any wrangling to do, though. IIRC the fic itself sprang into my head with that line.

9. wandering inside this night (AO3)

Han resigned himself to the inevitable.

The Han POV was so fun for this one. I definitely dove right in, but I wanted it to be a bit ????? wrt what the hell was going on. Since that’s definitely how he feels, haha. And I wanted a kind of sullen, pseudo-pragmatic grumpiness right off the bat.

10. First Impressions

Henry Bennet and Charlotte Lucas had been inseparable companions as children, and at twenty-five and twenty-seven respectively, were as near friends as two young, unmarried people could be.

This was another one that I struggled with starting (and it also had a detailed outline!). I definitely didn’t want to conceal anything here, but to make it very clear that it was ... you know, m!Elizabeth/f!Darcy retelling of P&P. And I was genuinely very interested in the idea of this platonic friendship between Hal and Charlotte; I meant to do more with it and had ideas for the resolution that just never panned out (since I wrote the last few chapters in a rush to the deadline). So starting with them was probably a bit deceptive in the long run, but it gave me a sort of launching pad.

So: none begin with dialogue, none begin with action beyond walking/twirling, and most begin with a simple assertion about the characters and jump into their heads. I’m not really the in media res type (except in the irritatingly pedantic sense that all things are); I like to begin with beginnings.

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Mujeres -03

pintura de Lydia Crivello Pascal

Esta semana he decidido hablar de las mujeres que han influido en mi vida. Es una manera de sincerarse ante la fuerza feminista que aparece en nuestra sociedad. Tal vez algunos masculinos deberíamos explicar, que detrás de nuestra compleja personalidad existen mujeres -j re crivello

Lydia (mi madre)

Sus ojos verdes martillean en mis recuerdos aun. Mujer…

[juuanre]

Mujeres -03

pintura de Lydia Crivello Pascal

Esta semana he decidido hablar de las mujeres que han influido en mi vida. Es una manera de sincerarse ante la fuerza feminista que aparece en nuestra sociedad. Tal vez algunos masculinos deberíamos explicar, que detrás de nuestra compleja personalidad existen mujeres -j re crivello

Lydia (mi madre)

Sus ojos verdes martillean en mis recuerdos aun. Mujer…

[ljones41]

"DANIEL DERONDA" (2002) Review

"DANIEL DERONDA" (2002) Review With the exception of the 1994 miniseries, "MIDDLEMARCH", I am not that familiar with any movie or television adaptations of George Eliot's works. I finally decided to overlook my earlier lack of interest in Eliot's final novel, "Daniel Deronda" and watch the television version that aired back in 2002. 

This adaptation of Eliot's 1876 novel was set during the same decade of its publication, although the literary version was set a decade earlier - during the 1860s. Adapted by Andrew Davies and directed by Tom Hooper, "DANIEL DERONDA" contained two major plot arcs, united by the story's title character. In fact, Davies followed Eliot's narrative structure by starting its tale mid-way. The miniseries began in the fictional town of Leubronn, Germany with the meeting of Daniel Deronda, the ward of a wealthy landowner; and the oldest daughter of an impoverished, yet respectable family, Gwendolen Harleth. The two meet inside a casino, where Gwendolen manages to lose a good deal of money at roulette. When she learns that her family has become financially ruined, Gwendolen pawns her necklace and considers another round of gambling to make her fortune. However, Daniel, who became attracted to her, redeemed the necklace for her. The story then flashes back several months to the pair's back stories. Following the death of her stepfather, Gwendolen and her family moves to a new neighborhood, where she meets Henleigh Mallinger Grandcourt, a taciturn and calculating man who proposes marriage safter their first meeting. Although originally tempted to be courted by Grandcourt, Gwendolen eventually flees to Germany after learning about Grandcourt's mistress, Lydia Glasher and their children. Meanwhile, Daniel is in the process of wondering what to do with his life, when he prevents a beautiful Jewish singer named Milah Lapidoth from committing suicide. Kidnapped by her father as a child and forced into an acting troupe, Milah finally fled from him when she discovered his plans to sell her into prostitution. Daniel undertakes to help Milah find her mother and brother in London's Jewish community before he departs for Germany with his guardian, Sir Hugo Mallinger. Although Daniel and Gwendolen are attracted to each other, she eventually marries the emotionally abusive Grandcourt out of desperation, and he continues his search for Milah's family and becomes further acquainted with London's Jewish community. Because Grandcourt is Sir Hugo's heir presumptive, Daniel and Gwendolen's paths cross on several occasions. There are times when I find myself wondering if there is any true description of Eliot's tale. On one hand, it seemed to be an exploration of Jewish culture through the eyes of the Daniel Deronda character. On the other hand, it seemed like an exploration of an abusive marriage between a previously spoiled young woman who finds herself out of her depth and a cold and manipulative man. Most critics and viewers seemed more interested in the plotline regarding Gwendolen's marriage to Henleigh Grandcourt. At the same time, these same critics and viewers have criticized Eliot's exploration of Jewish culture through Daniel's eyes, judging it as dull and a millstone around the production's neck. When I first saw "DANIEL DERONDA", I had felt the same. But after this second viewing, I am not so sure if I would completely agree with them. Do not get me wrong. I thought Andrew Davies, Tom Hopper and the cast did an excellent job of translating Gwendolen's story arc to the screen. I was especially transfixed in watching how the arrogant and spoiled found herself drawn into a marriage with a controlling and sadistic man like Henleigh Grandcourt. However by the first half of Episode Three, I found myself growing rather weary of watching Hugh Bonneville stare icily into the camera, while Romola Garai trembled before him. Only Gwendolen's pathetic attempts to rattle her husband and Grandcourt's jealousy of Daniel provided any relief from the constant mental sadism between the pair. In contrast, Daniel's interest in Milah, her Jewish ancestry and especially his confusion over his own identity struck me as surprisingly interesting. I also found the conflict between Daniel's growing interest in Judaism and his godfather's determination to mold him into an "English gentleman" also fascinating. When I first saw "DANIEL DERONDA", I thought it could have benefited from a fourth episode. Or . . . the producers could have stretched the second and third episodes to at least 75 or 90 minutes each. But you know what? Upon my second viewing, I realized I had no problems with the production's running time. Besides, I do not think I could have endured another episode of the Grandcourts' marriage. I have to give George Eliot for creating an interesting novel about self-discovery . . . especially for the two main characters, Daniel Deronda and Gwendolen Harleth. And I want to also credit screenwriter Andrew Davies for his first-rate translation of Eliot's novel to the television screen. I would not say that Davies' work was perfect, but then neither was Eliot's novel. I have to praise both the novelist and the screenwriter for effectively conveying Daniel's confusion over his own identity and his fascination toward a new culture and how both will eventually converge as one by the end of the story. Although Gwendolen plays a part in Daniel's inner culture clash, she has her own struggles. I do not simply refer to her struggles to endure Grandcourt's emotional control over her. I also refer to Gwendolen's moral conflict - one in which she had earlier lost when she had agreed to marry Grandcourt. But a trip to Italy will eventually give her a second chance to resolve her conflict. On the other hand, I do have some quibbles about Davies' screenplay. Daniel was not the only character who had developed feelings for Milah. So did his close friend, Hans Meyrick. Unfortunately, Davies' screenplay did little to explore Hans' feelings for Milah and toward her relationship with Daniel. Speaking of Milah, I could not help but feel fascinated by her backstory regarding her relationship with her father. In many ways, it struck me as a lot more traumatic than Gwendolen's marriage to Grandcourt. A part of me wishes that Eliot had explored this part of Milah's life in her novel. Speaking of Milah, Episode Two ended on an interesting note in which she finally became aware of the emotional connection between Daniel and Gwendolen. And yet, the story never followed through on this emotional and character development. Which I feel is a damn shame. Some fans and critics have expressed regret that Daniel ends up marrying Milah, instead of Gwendolen. After all, Eliot allowed two other characters to form a mixed marriage - the Jewish musician Herr Klesmer and one of Gwendolen's friends, Catherine Arrowpoint. Surely, she could have allowed Daniel and Gwendolen to marry. I do believe that they had a point. I feel that Daniel and Gwendolen would have made emotionally satisfying partners for each other. But if I must be honest, I can say the same about Daniel and Milah. I believe the two women represented choices in lifestyles for Daniel. Gwendolen represented the lifestyle that both Sir Hugo and Daniel's mother wanted him to pursue - namely that of an upper-class English gentleman. Milah represented a lifestyle closer to his true self. In the end, Eliot wanted Daniel to choose his "true self". I cannot deny that the production values for "DANIEL DERONDA" struck me as outstanding. Don Taylor's production designs for the miniseries did a beautiful job in re-creating Victorian England and Europe during the 1870s. The crew who helped him bring this era to life also did exceptional jobs, especially art director Grant Montgomery and set decorator Nicola Barnes. However, there were technical aspects that truly stood out. Simon Starling's colorful and sharp photography of Great Britain and Malta (which served as Italy) truly took my breath away. I could also say the same for Caroline Noble, who did an excellent job of re-creating the hairstyles of the early and mid-1870s. As for Mike O'Neill's costume designs for the production . . . in some cases, pictures can speak louder than words:

Truly outstanding and beautiful. I was especially impressed by Romola Garai's wardrobe. "DANIEL DERONDA" also featured a good deal of outstanding performances. If I must be honest, I cannot find a single performance that struck me as below par or even mediocre. The miniseries featured solid performances from the likes of Celia Imrie, Anna Popplewell, Anna Steel, Jamie Bamber and Daniel Marks. "DANIEL DERONDA" also included some interested supporting performances, especially Allan Corduner's skillful portrayal of the blunt-speaking musician Herr Klesmer; David Bamber as Grandcourt's slimy sycophant, Lush; Edward Fox as Sir Hugo Mallinger, Daniel's loving benefactor; Amanda Root's interesting portrayal of Gwendolen's rather timid mother; Daniel Evan's intense performance as Miriam's long lost brother; and Greta Scacchi's very complex portrayal of Grandcourt's former mistress, Lydia Glasher. Superficially, the character of Miriam Lapidoth seemed like the type that would usually bore me - the "nice girl" with whom the hero usually ended. But actress Jodhi May projected a great deal of depth in her portrayal of Miriam, reflecting the character's haunted past in a very subtle and skillful manner. Barbara Hershey more or less made a cameo appearance in "DANIEL DERONDA"that lasted a good five to ten minutes. However, being an excellent actress, Hershey gave a superb performance as Daniel's long lost mother, a former opera singer named Contessa Maria Alcharisi, who gave him up to Sir Hugo in order to pursue a singing career. Perhaps I should have been horrified by her decision to give up motherhood for a career. But Hershey beautifully conveyed the contessa's frustration over her father's determination that she adhere to society's rules by limiting her life to being a wife and mother. And I found myself sympathizing her situation. Like Miriam Lapidoth, the Daniel Deronda character seemed like the type of character I would find boring. Superficially, he seemed too upright and not particularly complex. However, I was surprised and very pleased by how Hugh Dancy injected a great deal of complexity in his portrayal of Daniel. He did an effective job in portraying Daniel's conflict between the lifestyle both Sir Hugo and his mother had mapped out for him and the one represented by Miriam, her brother Mordecai, and their friends, the Cohens. Romola Garai was equally superb as the complex Gwendolen Harleth. She did such an excellent job in conveying Gwendolen's growth from a spoiled and ambitious young woman, to the matured and more compassionate woman who had survived an emotionally traumatic marriage that I cannot help but wonder how she failed to earn an action nomination, let alone award, for her performance. Hugh Bonneville also gave an excellent job as Gwendolen's emotionally abusive husband, Henleigh Grandcourt. I read somewhere that the role helped Bonneville break out of his usual staple of good-natured buffoons that he had portrayed in movies like 1999's "MANSFIELD PARK" and "NOTTING HILL". I can see how. I found his Grandcourt rather chilly and intimidating. "DANIEL DERONDA" may have a few flaws. But overall, it is a prime example of the British period dramas at its zenith during the fifteen-year period between 1995 and 2010. It is a superb production and adaptation of George Eliot's novel, thanks to Tom Hooper's direction, Andrew Davies' writing, the excellent work by its crew and the first-rate cast led by Hugh Dancy and Romola Garai. It is something not to be missed.

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Des concerts à Paris et alentour

Janvier 30/31. Arnaud Rebotini : musique live pour "Fix Me" d'Alban Richard – théâtre de Chaillot 31. Deena Abdelwahed + M.E.S.H. – Gaîté lyrique 31. Go!Zilla + Siz + Deaf Parade – Supersonic (gratuit)

Février 01. Le Comte + Christine + Atoem – Palais de le Porte dorée 01. Negative Space + Volition Immanent + N0v3l – La Station 01. Lust For Youth + Dead Horse One + San Carol + Venice Bliss – Supersonic 01. Autrenoir + Linda Olah + Uriel Bartélémi – théâtre de Vanves 01. Cylene (François Bonnet & Stephen O'Malley) + Kreemer (Cameron Jamie & Dennis Tyfus) + Xavier Boussiron – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) ||COMPLET|| 01/02. Erik Minkkinen – Pauline Perplexe (Arcueil) 01/02. Arnaud Rebotini : musique live pour "Fix Me" d'Alban Richard – théâtre de Chaillot 02. Tempers – Supersonic (gratuit) 02. Fraction + Frédéric D. Oberland + Clara De Asis + MTUA + Raphaël Mouterde + Sébastien Roux + Fantasia Nei Dessert & Romain Al'l + Hourvari + Aloyse Lucas (fest. Les Sonifères) – DOC 02. The Residents – Gaîté lyrique 02. Shabazz Palaces + Dälek (fest. Sons d'hiver) – Théâtre de la Cité internationale 02. Venetian Snares + Dbridge + Zoe McPherson + Bastos + Behzad Ghorbani – Concrete 02. Jennifer Cardini + Javi Rodondo – Badaboum 03. Mesce basse + :such: + Duncan Pinhas + Alexandre del Torchio + Isothesis & Alexandra Radulescu + Opaque + Armand Lesecq + NO3sis (fest. Les Sonifères) – DOC 03. Aidan Baker + The Eye of Time (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 05. Zombie Zombie – Bigwax Records (gratuit) 05. Nadja + Saudaa Group + Lacustre – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 06. Binidu + Hilgege + Deux Boules vanille – Supersonic (gratuit) 06. Brendan Perry – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 07. VNV Nation – Le Trabendo 07. Tomaga + Jozef Van Wissem + Noyades + La Jungle – Petit Bain 07. Subtle Turnhips – La Pointe Lafayette 08. Cartouche + Ddash + VHS from Space + Professeur Postérieur – Le Cirque électrique 08. Manu le Malin + 3FAZé + DKLé + Nawak – Glazart 08. Headless Horseman + Ø [Phase] + Joton + Electric Rescue – Rex Club 09. Psyche + Sarin + Law & Haktion + Cassie Raptor b2b Mila Dietrich  – La Station 09. Leopardo + Rose Mercie + Eggs – Le Zorba 09. The Ex : "Ethiopian Night" (fest. Sons d'hiver) – salle Jacques-Brel (Fontenay-sous-Bois) 09. Veronica Vasicka – Badaboum 10. Therapy? – La Maroquinerie 10. Fake Off + Youth Avoiders + Potence – Le Rigoletto 11. Massive Attack feat. Liz Fraser jouent « Mezzanine » – Zénith 13. Pierre Bastien & Philippe Dupuy + Laake – Petit Bain 14. Slash Roubex + Krab + Joan Jett Fanclub + Gauchoir + Zaraz Wam Zagram – Les Nautes 15. Peter Kernel + Totorro – Petit Bain 15. Codex Empire + Schwefelgelb + Philipp Strobel + Panzer – Petit Bain 15. Kælan Mikla + Some Ember – Black Star 16. Krikor (fest. FAME) – Gaîté lyrique (gratuit) 16. Teledetente666 + Balladur + Bajram Bili + Teknomom + Coeval + Marai + Steep Incline b2b Quentin Pierce – La Station 16. Anthony Braxton + Dave Douglas & Bill Laswell (fest. Sons d'hiver) – théâtre Jacques-Carat (Cachan) 16. Homoagent + Huren + Orphan Swords + Salem Unsigned + Sirio Gry J + Verset Zero... – tba 16. Jasss + Dactylo + Nizar + Pipi de Freche – NF-34 19. Bruit noir + Red – Point FMR 21. Mlada Fronta + Absolute Valentine + Neoslave – Petit Bain 21. Collection d'Arnell Andrea + Katzkab – Bus Palladium 21. Rouge Gorge + Fiasco + Peur bleue – L'International 22. Marquis de Sade – Petit Bain 22. Lucie Antunes + Clémence Lasme, Kim, Gaspar Claus, Halo Maud & Yadh Elyes – Théâtre de Vanves 22/23. Nils Frahm – Le Trianon ||COMPLET|| 24. Nils Frahm – Le Trianon 28. Bryan's Magic Tears + Steeple Remove + Seppuku – Point FMR 28. The Zeros + Astaffort Mods – Le Klub

Mars 02. Lydia Lunch & Marc Hurtado jouent Alan Vega et Suicide – Silencio (gratuit sur résa) 02. Le Groupe obscur + Le Ton mité + Golden Q – L'International 02. Shlømo + UVB + Charles Fenckler + Darzack + Delta Funktionen + Keepsakes – Studio du Lendit (Saint-Denis) 02. Boy Harsher + Kontravoid – Badaboum ||COMPLET|| 03. Camera – Olympic café 03. Geld + Youth Avoiders + Plomb – Le Picolo (Saint-Ouen) 05. Orgue Agnès + Borja Flames + Gilles Poizat – Petit Bain 07. Scratch Massive – Gaîté lyrique 07. Gum Takes Tooth + Usé + Society of Silence – Badaboum 07. The Dead Brothers + Dédé Macchabée – Péniche Antipode 08. FTR + Deadpan – Olympic café 09. Deeat Palace + Maoupa Mazzoccheti + Krikor + Crave + Iueke + Moyō – La Station 09. Paulie Jan + Witnesses Without Hands + Mod303 & The SHADERS + Alexandre Navarro (dj) (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 10. James Chance & Die Contortions – Supersonic 12. Yann Tiersen – Salle Pleyel 12. Dominique A – Espace 1789 (Saint-Ouen) 13.  Helluvah + IDK IDA + Cebe Barnes (dj)(Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 13. F/lor + Jérôme Lorichon & Quentin Rollet + Don Nino – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 14. Parade Ground + BadBad + The Wheal + Versolo – Supersonic (gratuit) 14. Stefan Rusconi & Tobias Preisig + Étienne Jaumet (fest. Paris Music) – Église Saint-Eustache 14. La Colonie de vacances – Cabaret sauvage 14. Raoul Vignal (fest. Paris Music) – Bibliothèque historique de la Ville de Paris 14. Dave Phillips + Evil Moisture + Feromil – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 15. Rubin Steiner (fest. Paris Music) – Crypte archéologique du parvis de Notre-Dame 15. Bertrand Burgalat (fest. Paris Music) – Musée des Arts et Métiers 15. Zombie Zombie (fest. Paris Music) – Cathédrale américaine 15. Silent Servant + Machine Woman + Tolouse Low Trax – Concrete 16. Christ. + Alexandre Navarro (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 17. Giulio Aldinucci + Paskine + Waveland (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 19. thisquietarmy + Haxo + Ilia Gorovitz (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 20. Oomph! – La Machine 21. Olivia Block + Marc Baron – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Delia Derbyshire (diff.) + Lettera 22 + Evil Moisture + Caterina Barbieri + Drew McDowall : "Coil's Time Machines" (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 22. The Young Gods – La Maroquinerie 22. Crystal Fighters – Gaîté lyrique 23. Pierre Boeswillwald (diff.) + Max Eilbacher + Andrea Belfi + Sarah Davachi + William Basinski & Lawrence English (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Snapped Ankles + Wild Classical Music Ensemble + Man from Uranus – La Maroquinerie 23. Les Harry's & Stefan Neville (fest. Sonic Protest) – Châpiteaux turbulents 23. Kas:st + Paule Temple + Shlømo + VTSS + Parfait – tba 24. Warren Burt (diff.) + Mats Erlandsson + Okkyung Lee + Low Jack + BJ Nielsen (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Chantal Acda + Miles Oliver + Julien Ledru (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 25. Laibach – Trabendo 26. Jon Porras (Barn Owl) + Mathias Delplanque (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 27. Strangelove + Background (dj) (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 28. Scanner + Openendedgroup & Natasha Barrett + Raphaël Imbert & Benjamin Lévy – Centre Pompidou 28. Euromilliard + Humbros + Peür + Pumice (fest. Sonic Protest) – La Station 29. Perturbator – Le Trianon 29. Jandek + Confusional Quartet + Société étrange (fest. Sonic Protest) – théâtre de l'Échangeur (Bagnolet) 30. Marc Almond – Le Trianon 30. Seabuckthorn + Rach Three + CollAGE D (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 30. Lahcen Akil & les Chaâbi Brothers + Suzanne Ciani + The Coolies + Lemones + Les Statonells (fest. Sonic Protest) – théâtre de l'Échangeur (Bagnolet) 31. Fuji Kureta + Mei (Sulfure fest.) – Le vent se lève 31. Claudio Simonetti (Goblin) joue "Suspiria" et autres – Flow

Avril 02. Schtum + Shit & Shine (fest. Sonic Protest) – Mona Bismarck American Center 02. Steve Gunn + Papercuts – Petit Bain 02. Ballaké Cissoko & Vincent Segal (fest. Les Rares Talents) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 03. Han Bennink + Jean-François Pauvros + Anne-Laure Pigache & Anne-Julie Rollet + Parlophonie (fest. Sonic Protest) – théâtre de Vanves 03>06. Shannon Wright + Regina Demina + Camilla Sparksss (fest. Les femmes s'en mêlent) – Trabendo 04. Dust Breeders & Mattin + Lydia Lunch & Marc Hurtado jouent Suicide et Alan Vega + Anna Zaradny (fest. Sonic Protest) – église Saint-Merry 05. Bégayer + France + Frédéric Blondy joue "Occam XXV" d'Éliane Radigue (fest. Sonic Protest) – église Saint-Merry 05. Beirut – Le Grand Rex 05. Rendez-Vous + Qual – Gaîté lyrique 05/06. Nadia Lauro & Zeena Parkins : Stichomythia – Centre Pompidou 06. Molecule – Gaîté lyrique 06. These New Puritans + Scintii – Petit Bain 06. Kokoko! – Badaboum 06. Dylan Carlson + Julien Clauss + Hermine + Lee Patterson + Ut + Blenno Die Wurstbrücke (fest. Sonic Protest) – Cirque électrique 08. The Specials – La Cigale 09. Young Widows + Nesseria – Petit Bain 10. Daughters – Point FMR 13. Toner Low + Ambassador 21 + The Fat + Orso + Evil Grimace + Gurt + Ddent + Froe Char + End of Mankind + McLane + Suprême Mycosaure (Monospace fest.) – Petit Bain 14. Arnaud Rebotini joue la BO de "120 Battements par minute" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 17. Teenage Fanclub – Trabendo 17. Soap&Skin – Le Trianon 17. Apparat – Gaîté lyrique 18. Kompromat – Trabendo 20. The Horrorist – Rex Club 20. Vincent Epplay + Black Zone Myth Chant & High Wolf + Domotic + Jean Benoît Dunckel + NSDOS + Erol Alkan + Tim Glass + Roscius + Sahalé + Golden Bug + Pouvoir magique + Cät Cät + RA+RE + Wael Alkak + Molecule (Inasound fest.) – Palais Brongniart 21. Plaid + NSDOS + Myako & Basses Terres + Jonathan Fitoussi + Danton Eprom + La Fraîcheur + Edouard Rostand + Prieur de la Marne + The Supermen Lovers + Panteros666 & Inès Alpha + Matt Black + Sara Zinger (Inasound fest.) – Palais Brongniart 22. Fontaines D.C. – Point FMR 23. Lambchop – La Maroquinerie 25. Lali Puna – Petit Bain 25. Kap Bambino – Trabendo 27. She Past Away – La Machine 27. Chloé : Lumières noires – Le 104 27. Cocaine Piss + Tôle froide + Avale – Petit Bain 27. Bérengère Maximin, Fred Firth & Heike Liss – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 30. The Undergound Youth + Dune Messiah – Petit Bain

Mai 04. Covenant – Petit Bain 07. dEUS – La Cigale 07. Le Prince Harry + UVB76 – Petit Bain 08. Sneaks – Supersonic (gratuit) 10/11. Dead Can Dance – Grand Rex ||COMPLET|| 11. Christina Vantzou + Eiko Ishibashi + Jan Jelinek + NPVR (Nik Void & Peter Rehberg) – Le 104 12. Massimo Toniutti + François Bayle – Le 104 13. Foals – Bataclan 17. Philip Glass : Études pour piano – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 18. Bruce Brubaker & Max Cooper : Glasstronica – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 18. Eliane Radigue : musique (diff.) pour "Continuum" de Félicie d'Estienne d'Orves – Centre Pompidou 22. Housewives – Supersonic (gratuit) 24. Beak> – Gaîté lyrique 24. Shonen Knife – Petit Bain 28. Alice in Chains + Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Olympia 29. Flotation Toy Warning + Raoul Vignal – Petit Bain 31. François Bonnet + Knud Viktor + Jim O'Rourke + Florian Hecker (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio

Juin 01. Eryck Abecassis & Reinhold Friedl + Hilde Marie Holsen + Anthony Pateras + Lucy Railton (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 01/02. Metronomy + Laurent Garnier + Ricardo Villalobos + Mr Oizo + Bonobo (dj) + Yves Tumor + Marie Davidson + Pond... (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 02. Bernard Parmegiani + Jean Schwarz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 19. Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks – La Gaîté lyrique 26. Magma – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie

Juillet 02. Interpol – Olympia 11. Masada + Sylvie Courvoisier & Mark Feldman + Mary Halvorson quartet + Craig Taborn + Trigger + Erik Friedlander & Mike Nicolas + John Medeski trio + Nova quartet + Gyan Riley & Julian Lage + Brian Marsella trio + Ikue Mori + Kris Davis + Peter Evans + Asmodeus : John Zorn's Marathon Bagatelles – Salle Pleyel 11>13. Kraftwerk – Philharmonie

Août 23>25. The Cure (fest. Rock en scène) – parc de Saint-Cloud

Septembre 13. Rammstein – La Défense Arena (Nanterre) ||COMPLET||

Octobre 19. Sisters of Mercy – Bataclan

Novembre 17. Nitzer Ebb – La Machine

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