After the last heart-wrenching entry, we read the fucking newspaper. Glorious. Including a transcribing of a weird accent. Just what I needed. A wolf escaped from the zoo. Thrilling. Why do we care? And why are there so many words saying nothing of importance? I like the way that zoo dude is talking to the governor though, and that he's deliberately trying to piss off Count Dracula just because he doesn't like his attitude. Relatable. Not so relatable is the sexism - "you can't trust wolves no more nor women"? Low blow. Well, the Norwegian wolf named Berserker didn't enjoy being visited by Dracula and made a run for it. Or he was recruited for the Count's nightly Lucy-sipping shenanigans, as background singer. Gotta love Dracula just taking a stroll through the zoo and being like, "oh yeah, I keep the likes of this one as pets". And the things we learn about wolves these days! "In real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half so clever or bold as a good dog; and not half a quarter so much fight in 'im" - Victorian wisdom, man. Anyway, the wolf is coming back and is all peaceful and chill. That was kind of pointless; we know Dracula is around to stir up shit and that he likes having wolves around him.
On a more relevant note, a clueless but worried Jack is making his way to visit Lucy, but the door is not answered. While he's starting up a panic, van Helsing arrives and is all "did you not get my telegram?" - bro, you live in times where you gotta plan for a bit of technological delay! Or get a phone! Our adventurous pair breaks in through the kitchen window, then find the laudanum-drugged maids. Ace Abe decides they can just let them lie around for a bit longer... I can't with him today. Then it's up to Lucy's room, finding Mrs. Westenra dead and Lucy almost dead and with bite punctures at her throat; time to rub some brandy over her. Only after Jack has checked it for laudanum tho - because the first thing you do when you suspect something could be roofied is to take a sip. *facepalm* Jack... He also has to wake up the maids to get Lucy warm; God protect this man from making a fire and getting some blankets by himself. Or be kind to a bunch of women who had a traumatic night. I can't with him either. He even goes to emotional blackmail, telling them if they don't go to work, they'll sacrifice Lucy. Sure. Then I assume the same logic applies to neither Jack nor van Helsing showing up for the night watch. All their fault!
They warm Lucy up with a bath, Jack ignores a message from Arthur, people all around are having a crisis. Ace Abe implies that he would let Lucy die peacefully now if it weren't for the risk of her coming back as a vampire; that is what makes him still fight for her life. He won't ask one of the maids for a blood donation for whatever reason, but luckily, Quincey Morris is there! Hey, this guy still exists. He brings Arthur's telegram - Arthur is anxious, but won't leave his father's side because his father is still not done dying. Quincey is taken up to donate ASAP, after van Helsing holds his hand for a moment because he can't resist young strong men. Lucy gets a tad better from the procedure (still a universal receiver and kicking), but not enough to wake up or give much hope. Ace Abe finds Lucy's farewell note, prompting Jack to ask if Lucy has gone crazy? And his foremost worry is a certificate of death for Mrs. Westenra?? WTF? These guys are so out of it. Also, the sheer poly energy of van Helsing noting that all three of Lucy's suitors love her - and that he himself loves Jack all the more for it. Neat. Quincey wires Arthur about Mrs. Westenra's death and to give him false hope about Lucy.
While van Helsing checks Lucy's mouth for growing teeth, Jack and Quincey have a chat. Quincey asks in his weird Stoker wording what is even up with Lucy and all the blood donating. He already knows that Arthur was part of that, too - because when he saw him a little while ago, Arthur "looked queer". Alright. We're back to this. However, Quincey is also the first to talk of vampires around here, if in relation to bats and a blood-drained horse he had to put down. "His very heart was bleeding, and it took all the manhood of him", Jack assures us. Jack, focus; this isn't about Quincey's manhood. Eventually, he admits that he just doesn't know what Lucy is all about, what van Helsing is all about. Lucy wakes up somewhat in the afternoon, finding her farewell letter on her breast because van Helsing, the dirty old man, has stuffed it back under her nightgown. That's the decent thing to do, or something. Lucy realizes all that has happened, and just. Cries. And what else would there be to do? As she falls asleep again, she rips up her farewell letter. Weird thing to do for someone utterly exhausted who's falling asleep, but not so weird for a vampire who's waiting for his new bride who'll definitely not be as dead as one should wish.
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a selection of The Library's customers
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One day Hob will get used to The Library's many strange happenings. Maybe. Or probably not.
Today, it's the fact that there's a customer.
Sort of.
The small child who's essentially appeared in Dream's study frowns up at him, hands on her hips. She looks to be about nine. She's wearing a school uniform. Where are her parents?
"This," she says to Dream, horribly affronted, "is not the school library."
"I imagine it did not have what you needed," Dream says. Utterly unbothered by a random child wandering into his shop, seemingly out of nowhere. Hob watches with astonishment from where he's sitting at Dream's desk with a cup of coffee, evidently not needed for this interaction. "What were you looking for?"
"Unicorns," she declares.
It seems odd to Hob that a primary school library wouldn't have any fantasy books with unicorns in them, but what does he know. Dream nods with utter seriousness. "Please wait a moment," he says, and disappears into the bowels of the shop.
"How'd you get in here?" Hob asks as the girl sits down primly in a chair.
"I used the door, silly," she says. Not the front door, surely. Hob definitely hadn't seen her come up the stairs into the study.
Then her eyes light up. "Can I have a scone?"
Hob had brought over a container of them from the cafe, and Dream's been picking at them all morning. Hob passes the kid the container. What the hell else is he supposed to do?
Fortunately, Dream returns before Hob has to figure out what his adult responsibility is as regards an unaccompanied child that probably should be in school right now. Dream hands the girl a stack of at least ten books of varying sizes, presumably about unicorns. The girl looks through them, scrunches her nose up, and asks, "D'you have anything more scientific?"
Dream considers. Then hands her a large, flat book that he definitely hadn't been carrying a moment ago. The girl sets it on the ground, kneeling before it, flipping through the pages. It seems to be made up of scientific diagrams and large, full-color images. Hob sees viscera, organs, bones-- then the girl closes the book again. The cover says, Unicorn Anatomy: Piece by Piece.
The little girl smiles up at him, sharp and pixie-like. "Thank you, Mister Dream," she says, incredibly polite for a child currently grinning madly over unicorn dissections.
Dream nods solemnly. "I hope it will serve you well in your endeavors."
She trots off back into the stacks, to whatever door (?) she came from, and Hob turns to Dream. "Do you often get random children here?"
"The Library finds its customers," Dream says placidly. "She will find her way back to her classroom, worry not."
"Figured that, somehow."
Dream sets the other unicorn books aside and takes up a scone in their place, nibbling on it as he perches on the edge of his desk, looking down at Hob. He seems amused by Hob's confusion. "Why do you have a front door if people don't use it?" Hob asks.
"You use it," Dream points out. Which... is unexpectedly touching. Unexpectedly special.
"Fair enough," he agrees, voice tight.
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Dream's next customer comes bursting in through a side door as Hob is helping Dream stack some new books. He runs in so fast he has to catch himself against the desk, his business suit tattered and smoking, his hair... literally on fire. He rapidly pats it out.
"Please," he begs, as Dream just observes him calmly from where he's sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I need--"
"1983 Alternate History," Dream fills in. "Yes, I'm sure you do. One moment, please."
As he disappears into the stacks, the customer leans against the desk, panting for breath. Hob doesn't think offering a scone is going to help in this case. He's not sure what else would help, either.
Fortunately, Dream returns quickly, handing the shaking man an equally tattered grey book that is indeed titled, in a concerning handwritten scrawl, User's Guide to 1983 - Alternate Version. And, subtitled: FOR EMERGENCY USE ONLY.
"Thanks," breathes the man, clutching the book to him. And with no more explanation than that, he runs back through the door he came from. Hob thinks he catches a glimpse of something very large and very on fire through the doorway, but the door swings closed too fast to tell for sure.
"They would do well to pass that around rather than returning it," Dream says, before sitting back down and returning to his book sorting.
Hob is naturally curious, but he thinks about all the fire and this time decides he doesn't want to know.
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"...Hi?"
For once, Hob has successfully convinced Dream to stop working for a moment. Dream is, in fact, currently sitting on his lap, resting his head on Hob's shoulder in a half-doze as Hob regales him with a university story that's certainly crazy enough to fit in with any of the books in The Library. But Library customers don't follow a nine - to - five schedule, Hob's learned this well enough by now.
Dream does not seem embarrassed to have been caught in this position. He just stands fluidly, stretching his arms over his head. "Yes?"
The young person standing hesitantly in the middle of the room -- might be eighteen? twenty? once he crossed thirty Hob lost the ability to tell young adults' ages with any accuracy, they all seem like kids -- twists their hands together and says, "Could you help me find a book?"
Dream nods and waits for them to tell him which one.
The kid glances back and forth between the two of them nervously, like they think one or both of them might judge their selection. Hob tries to look non-threatening, even though it's hard to look more non-threatening when he's already half-sunk into the couch, wearing sweatpants, and was just caught cuddling his boyfriend in a semi-public space. He's also certain that whatever book this kid might be after, The Library definitely has something more concerning and more questionable.
Like Alternate 1983 History, for example.
Dream probably already knows what they're looking for, too, he always does.
Dream just tilts his head in beckoning and walks off into the stacks, his customer following behind, still wringing their hands.
Hob's fully expecting only Dream to come back, for his customer to disappear through another exit -- none of which Hob can ever find later. But they both come back through around ten minutes later, Dream carrying a book with a yellow cover. The study is close and cozy enough that Hob can make out the title -- Gender Queer -- as Dream passes it over, and oh, yeah, he gets it now. Granted, Hob himself has always been more of the type to punch people out whenever they give him any shit, but he understands the impulse, the need, sometimes, to hide.
The teen clutches yellow-covered book close to their chest. "You can take it home," Dream says when they make no move to leave.
They look down at the cover and then back up at Dream. "...I'm not sure I can," they say at length. "It's too, um. Obvious."
Dream just raises an eyebrow. "Is it?"
Hob swears he didn't look away, but as he follows the teen customer's gaze back down, the book has definitely changed. The cover is blue now, and it seems to be about maths, though it's hard to make out from far away. The kid flips through the pages, and they must be different from before for they look up at Dream in disbelief.
Dream, the fucker, just winks. Presses the book closed again, upon which the cover returns to yellow.
"Algebra is scintillating," he drawls, turning away and snatching up the container of scones from a side table -- a not-insignificant part of Hob's job, at this point, is just keeping Dream in scones -- "and suitable for any young person. Take a scone with you, too." He holds out the container. "Hob's are the best."
And with a tiny smile, the kid takes one.
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Happy Queer Media Monday!
Today: I Dream In Another Language (2017)
I watched this movie a few weeks ago, and it STUCK.
(Don Evaristo and Don Isauro just before their first interview to record Zikril together.)
I Dream in Another Language is a Mexican magic realism movie about the death of a culture. It documents the efforts of a linguist trying to save the (fictional) language Zikril, spoken only by three old indigenous people. When one of them dies, the studies come to a halt, as the other two, Don Evaristo and Don Isauro, have not spoken to each other in over fifty years and categorically refuse to have anything to do with each other. As he looks further into this, the linguist discovers that the real reason for this feud is their past relationship and an awful lot of internalized homophobia.
Zkril is an artificial language, created specially for this movie out of respect for the people who still speak the endangered and disappearing languages today. The fact that it has seemingly magic powers, and that its speakers appear to be living on after their death, clearly puts the story into the magic realism genre.
This is NOT a happy movie. The internalized homophobia part is no joke, and the main theme of course is the loss of a language, and the culture that comes with it.
But it damn sure is leaving an emotional impact.
I strongly suggest that everyone who is even vaguely interested in this subject read up about languages and language conservation. The Wikipedia page of this movie is as a good place to start as any, since there are related articles linked in the references list. I also would like to thank @celluloidrainbow for bringing this film to my attention.
Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!
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