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whitereflectionSo here I am, feeling like I wasted an entire evening.
See, I decided to read this story by fic author, P.L. Nunn. Some of her/his stuff I like, some I don't. This however, seemed *very* cool, very fascinating. And what's more, it was original fiction. Now I can read published stuff, no problem--but when it comes to online stuff, I swear I only read fanfic. I *never* read original stuff. But this...this was so fascinating, I just had to give it a chance.
And it seemed to be paying off--it was a really interesting, supernatural/fantasy yaoi piece, and damned long (45 parts). Not to mention pretty nicely written. Then I hit the end parts, the climax of the story (like around part 43). Where the main character is raped in a rather graphic manner.
...jeezus. Why, tell me, why do so many authors online and published, resort to this for plot/danger to their characters/angst/whatever? WHY??? Yeah, main character was eventually found and reunited with his love, but...I dunno. I just feel...squicked. Ick. And really rather dark and depressed, even a little angry. I feel like I felt when I read the third in Mercedes Lackey's "Last Herald Mage" trilogy (for basically the exact same reason, plotwise) I feel like...like the story was ruined for me. Like it was just too much seeing the character hurt *that* badly--I could take the physical abuse the character suffered...but not *that*.
And so there goes a good chunk of my day, with nothing left to show for it other than being sucked down emotionally. If I would have known...but no, this author doesn't believe in putting warnings on their story. Ooh hoo, can't spoil the surprise for the reader, right? Sorry, but that sort of surprise I can *so* do without. Maybe I'm a pansy-assed-wuss or whatever, but...*shrugs* That's just me, I guess--I don't pull back from certain sorts of darkness well...I stew about it. Yeah, I'm a freak that way.
Rgh...so many more productive things I coulda done this afternoon/evening. I coulda written, done art, called Nix, IMed people...what a waste of free time, the little amount of *alone* free time I get in a week. Though now I wonder why I bother to rant about it--it solves nothing. I read it, I can't change that, so...I guess I should just shrug it off and forget it or something. I dunno. Just pisses me off, is all. Hmf.s
See, I decided to read this story by fic author, P.L. Nunn. Some of her/his stuff I like, some I don't. This however, seemed *very* cool, very fascinating. And what's more, it was original fiction. Now I can read published stuff, no problem--but when it comes to online stuff, I swear I only read fanfic. I *never* read original stuff. But this...this was so fascinating, I just had to give it a chance.
And it seemed to be paying off--it was a really interesting, supernatural/fantasy yaoi piece, and damned long (45 parts). Not to mention pretty nicely written. Then I hit the end parts, the climax of the story (like around part 43). Where the main character is raped in a rather graphic manner.
...jeezus. Why, tell me, why do so many authors online and published, resort to this for plot/danger to their characters/angst/whatever? WHY??? Yeah, main character was eventually found and reunited with his love, but...I dunno. I just feel...squicked. Ick. And really rather dark and depressed, even a little angry. I feel like I felt when I read the third in Mercedes Lackey's "Last Herald Mage" trilogy (for basically the exact same reason, plotwise) I feel like...like the story was ruined for me. Like it was just too much seeing the character hurt *that* badly--I could take the physical abuse the character suffered...but not *that*.
And so there goes a good chunk of my day, with nothing left to show for it other than being sucked down emotionally. If I would have known...but no, this author doesn't believe in putting warnings on their story. Ooh hoo, can't spoil the surprise for the reader, right? Sorry, but that sort of surprise I can *so* do without. Maybe I'm a pansy-assed-wuss or whatever, but...*shrugs* That's just me, I guess--I don't pull back from certain sorts of darkness well...I stew about it. Yeah, I'm a freak that way.
Rgh...so many more productive things I coulda done this afternoon/evening. I coulda written, done art, called Nix, IMed people...what a waste of free time, the little amount of *alone* free time I get in a week. Though now I wonder why I bother to rant about it--it solves nothing. I read it, I can't change that, so...I guess I should just shrug it off and forget it or something. I dunno. Just pisses me off, is all. Hmf.s
