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Jan. 5th, 2019 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceruleancorvid Mm. I have such mixed feelings about the end of Netflix's ASOUE adaptation but I don't have the energy to write a well-thought-out post.
Instead I will say: last night after getting mad about the happy endings in the adaptation (lmao) I proceeded directly to getting incredibly sad about the lack thereof in the books, because I am a fool, and then was just lying on the floor like, oof. There isn't THAT much fiction that makes me Genuinely Really Sad — usually if I'm trading sad headcanons with someone my mood is >:3 — but ASOUE is one example (plus: The Body, Baru Cormorant, the end of Dollhouse for a while, a fucking AU Eragon fic about Galbatorix when I was a childe, Code Name Verity, &c).
It's so weird because I can be, like, laughing about how comically awful everything is for the characters and that's Fine, and then another time I'll think too hard about Beatrice and be GENUINELY physically uncomfortable from how sad I am. Sad fiction is such a dangerous pastime??? Why do people do this??? I know I have enjoyed it before and, lo, I already feel better this morning, but last night I was just like ..... oof! I've fallen into a pit trap of my own construction! (and daniel handler's)
Seems unfair that people can write words that trick my brain into feeling sad about fake people but I can't say "... and then they were all fine!" and reverse it :P
(But I don't want BARRY SONNENFELD to reverse it either. That's just bad adapting, Barry.)
Instead I will say: last night after getting mad about the happy endings in the adaptation (lmao) I proceeded directly to getting incredibly sad about the lack thereof in the books, because I am a fool, and then was just lying on the floor like, oof. There isn't THAT much fiction that makes me Genuinely Really Sad — usually if I'm trading sad headcanons with someone my mood is >:3 — but ASOUE is one example (plus: The Body, Baru Cormorant, the end of Dollhouse for a while, a fucking AU Eragon fic about Galbatorix when I was a childe, Code Name Verity, &c).
It's so weird because I can be, like, laughing about how comically awful everything is for the characters and that's Fine, and then another time I'll think too hard about Beatrice and be GENUINELY physically uncomfortable from how sad I am. Sad fiction is such a dangerous pastime??? Why do people do this??? I know I have enjoyed it before and, lo, I already feel better this morning, but last night I was just like ..... oof! I've fallen into a pit trap of my own construction! (and daniel handler's)
Seems unfair that people can write words that trick my brain into feeling sad about fake people but I can't say "... and then they were all fine!" and reverse it :P
(But I don't want BARRY SONNENFELD to reverse it either. That's just bad adapting, Barry.)
