Info
- Title:: The Northern Caves
- Creator:: nostalgebraist
- Year:: 2015
- URL:: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3659997?view_full_work=true
Log
2021-09-30 – 2021-10-01
i was following it pretty devotedly up until the suicides. like, i was absolutely expecting some sort of breakdown – the whole narrative was leading up to it – so the decision to make that breakdown “mentally unwell man speaks gibberish to some employees which leads them to suicide” is just inexplicable. maybe i just have more experience with psychotic states, and with being confronted by others who are in then. the most they’ve done is make me break down crying that one time.
Was 7 ? and sitting in pew when I realized that God could be wrong and if God was wrong I would still have to be right.
but i dunno. this whole thing felt so thick and real and beautiful. i absolutely was able to buy into the illusion that salby was real and his books were still out there waiting on some library shelf. i could feel the distinct voices of each of the characters and be irritated by them each in unique ways.
well, aside from lugnut. i appreciate lugnut. one of the nice things about forums is that there was always someone like him to keep things interesting.
“GlassWave, my friend,” his face now turned towards mine, lines of influence vortexing around it, “you have more than just Salby, don’t you? Isn’t that right?"
"Leonard Salby killed someone, for real, Paul. My Leonard Salby. I wore out those old Chesscourt paperbacks in my room, alone. Hiding from the folks. Reading the words of a murderer. Isn’t that just how it goes?”
i like less how it ended on kind of a cruel, cynical note. (though it’s nice how the podcasters were presented in a similarly shitty way, much like how real podcasters are)
(or alternatively, everyone involved in literature critique is a prick. i think that fits with everything else we’ve seen)
(i think the reason why this specifically irritates me is that we spent a lot of time with this group of misfits to whom salby means a whole lot. it seems sick to cap off with us all laughing at them for being idiots. which, sure, they are, but i can’t help but have compassion for them in a foolish youth sense. they’re all undersocialized and clinging onto the works of an author with a fervor that someone only holds for the one who was their first.)
for some reason i’ve had the concept behind chesscourt stuck in my head: that of kids learning that their most minor actions still have moral consequences, and so over the course of the series they become increasingly pensive, prone to deliberation, and afraid to act.
every time i decide to check twitter, i feel that.