Request for a friend.

ladydiana has a tiny problem. After reading HBP, she went out to find some interesting discussion - and somehow managed to find nothing by chan, slash, and so on. Mostly non-PG stuff. I'm still not sure how she did that.

Anyway, believing as I do that fanfic in HP is overwhelmed with all sorts of romance, I offered to beg youse guys to show up with lists of gen fic, and also links to interesting, non-slashy discussions on HP from, oh, the last month or so.

Lists of good references to find these things would also be appreciated.

Because, honestly, if I were looking for talk, and all I found was a bunch of stuff I'm not interested in, I'd be a little freaked out too.

While you do that, I'll be sorting out my bookmarks, separating the wheat from the chaff. See, I'm addicted to the written word, and I have a perverse fondness for not-so-good stories, so I'll have to sort out all the urg fic and discussions before I can point her in that direction.

And I know, a lot of you don't like fanfic at all. That's your perogative. I have a nice side discussion with Diana right now about the concept of the author owning the story. I'm not entirely sure where I stand on that issue, but I have some vague feelings about it.

On books

Gee, lots of thoughts today.

My feeling on books, and stories, is that they exist in a way independantly of their creators and tellers. I don't think much of "well, the author's wishes are..." because, in my mind, stories belong to the people reading them. Words on a page are just words on a page. Words in your head, now... then you have this story that blends with all your memories, and all your ideas, and all your feelings - it can't help but change from whatever the author was thinking when s/he wrote it.

Way back in high school, I remember reading about an oppressive Chinese dynasty. The Emperor had ordered thousands of scholars killed, and their works destroyed. Some of the scholars buried their books in order to save them.

When I read this story, I didn't feel too bad on the part of the scholars - they'd be dead by now anyway, right? - but I was very upset to hear about the writings. Destroying books? How low can you sink! It is literally a nauseating thought, to destroy a book.

Around the same time, I read Fahrenheit 451. I'm sure you remember the ending - he's going around with his group, and they all have bits and pieces of books memorized, brought to the place safe inside their heads where they couldn't be destroyed.

Except that words on a page stay still. Words in your head, they have to change. You misremember a word here, you exaggerate this story there, you alter the language to fit your rhymes, your understandings. Even if you're determined to keep things word for word the same, your own mind will betray you. The story will force itself to change.

Languages are living things, after a fashion. When a language stops changing, we call it dead. The speakers of a language bend it and turn it to suit their own needs.

When we do that to a story, we're stretching it to fit our minds, turning it for how ever many people need to read it. That's not bad, or wrong. That's what stories are for. Words have to change.

I remember reading that Shakespeare's plays over the years were performed in the vernacular. Now, they're high art, and so we can only read them in the original. That's all well and good, but very few people can begin to understand that dialect. Maybe Shakespeare would have prefered his plays to be performed exactly as written (after his death, no less), but I suspect he'd rather have them understood. If I read a story, and understand it, but the author says I understood it wrong, why should I believe that? I know what goes on in my mind, and I'm the one reading it.

This is such a ramble, and again, I apologise. Lots of thoughts, not enough words.

A NYTimes article...

Will We Ever Arrive at the Good Death?

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