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Elegant and Fine

And having just said all of that about Susan, upon having given the matter far too much thought, the real Problem of Susan, to my mind, had nothing to do with her family dying. It sucks a lot, but it happens and people can die without God Specifically Being Out To Get You. People cope with that and move on all the time, and we feel for them, but they do not get recorded as one of the Great Literary Injustices.

No, what I started thinking was that I’m thirty-five. I love my life. I have work I care about and a man I am quite desperately in love with. And if I suddenly fell through a wardrobe and was eleven years old again, I would go so batshit insane that they would have to make up new words for how insane I had gone.

I expect I might have a hard time playing nice with the god responsible.

So, y’know. (I realize that half my short stories turn up as “Point of view of the woman in this otherwise well-known story” and beg forgiveness in advance.) This one may even qualify as fan-fic! I make you a gift of it, although if my plane goes down in the Atlantic, please remember me for Digger and the Little Red Riding Hood thing instead.

“Elegant and Fine”

The real problem with Susan, in the end, was not that she was no longer Narnia’s friend. It was that she had already been its lover.


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This was linked over on Twitter recently, and I'm so glad I read it. Haunting and lovely. I've always really enjoyed fic and meta that digs into that time between TLTWATW and Prince Caspian, and what it would have been like for the Pevensies to go back to being children after all those years ruling Narnia. Beautifully done. And "If he was going to go around refusing to be a tame lion, he could hardly fault her for refusing to be a tame woman" is such an effing great line that cuts right to the heart of the problem of Susan. Thank you for sharing this!