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Koby ([personal profile] kobes) wrote2024-06-09 04:14 pm

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[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quentin, it seems, can sleep like a rock, with all the shifting and squirming being done to dodge tickles or elbows, and good for him, because the ruckus is escalating, Tim swooping over to grab Koby’s forearms and pin them down. ]

Quit jabbing. Lincoln dies. John Wilkes Booth shoots him in the theater. Sorry.
holyposition: (oopsie teehee)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-21 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I’m sure. You’re reading about my country, remember?

[ It doesn’t require a history degree (which he does have, by the way) to know what happened to Lincoln, that’s grade school stuff, Koby. ]

I’m surprised it didn’t say so on the book jacket.
holyposition: (seriously some sun on his face)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-22 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You did read it, right? The Civil War had just ended, there were a lot of people on the losing side still angry.

[ Tim just settles, unpinning, but still sitting on him. Really regular behavior and not at all an indication that he’s getting way too comfortable here. ]

People like to think history is objective, but it isn’t. Not everyone gets the opportunity to tell their story, every writer has a point of view of their own, even when they have all the primary sources in the world. Sure, certain events did objectively happen, but you can contextualize it a bunch of different ways.

[ A beat. ]

Not to defend the slaveowners, obviously. But if they’d won, the tone of that book would be completely different, even the parts before the war.
holyposition: (all that money)

[personal profile] holyposition 2024-08-23 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
In a perfect world, maybe.

[ Koby this is why you're even more baby than Tim. ]

Don't even tell me what that is. I don't want to know. The snail thing is weird enough.

[ Alright, that's enough wiggling around on each other for now. Tim scoots himself off, and gives Quentin's leg a pat too, on his way off the bed. ]

I'm going to the chapel. Let me know when you tell him.