I had so many expectations for this that I kept myself from reading it too soon or too fast, hoping I wouldn't be disappointed. And then I wasn't, because this is fucking glorious. I don't even know where to start. It's perfectly in sync with the show and it has Willis' style, which makes the perfect blend of fascinatingly timey-wimey and hilariously witty, and so many lines stuck out that to quote them would probably mean reciting the whole thing, but — okay. Okay. But St Paul's! my heart stopped. And John's hope for the retrieval team slowly fading, and how seamlessly you fit him in with Mike, and the way you make his loneliness ever more stark and dangerous because he's out of his time, oh. That's perfectly done.
But John as a historian first and foremost, and that gorgeous line of innocuous statements: John doesn’t know much about the books, how close to fact they were or who wrote them and Though Mike seems to think it’s a good thing that John doesn’t know the stories and and it’s like stepping into a detective novel and One day, he will be well remembered and Real life isn’t eating dinner with a storybook detective fifty years in the past — and then everything fits and you realize exactly what John's going to be even though he doesn't know it himself and oh my god this is clever. I love this. I love this to bits. I want to write fic of it, I don't even know.
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Date: 2011-07-24 08:13 pm (UTC)I had so many expectations for this that I kept myself from reading it too soon or too fast, hoping I wouldn't be disappointed. And then I wasn't, because this is fucking glorious. I don't even know where to start. It's perfectly in sync with the show and it has Willis' style, which makes the perfect blend of fascinatingly timey-wimey and hilariously witty, and so many lines stuck out that to quote them would probably mean reciting the whole thing, but — okay. Okay. But St Paul's! my heart stopped. And John's hope for the retrieval team slowly fading, and how seamlessly you fit him in with Mike, and the way you make his loneliness ever more stark and dangerous because he's out of his time, oh. That's perfectly done.
But John as a historian first and foremost, and that gorgeous line of innocuous statements: John doesn’t know much about the books, how close to fact they were or who wrote them and Though Mike seems to think it’s a good thing that John doesn’t know the stories and and it’s like stepping into a detective novel and One day, he will be well remembered and Real life isn’t eating dinner with a storybook detective fifty years in the past — and then everything fits and you realize exactly what John's going to be even though he doesn't know it himself and oh my god this is clever. I love this. I love this to bits. I want to write fic of it, I don't even know.
tl;dr: ♥, and also wow.