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bird marginalia
from the bible of borso d'este, illuminated by taddeo crivelli and others in ferrara (italy), 1455-61
source: Modena, Biblioteca Estense, MS.V.G.12 (= Lat. 422)
Daughters of Thomas Howard, 2nd Duke of Norfolk
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It’s the Velveteen Rabbit but stabby.
I am totally fine and normal, and not still up late at night thinking about how unfair Fingon's death was. How he embodies so much of the best of elves and yet had the most horrific end. Of all the characters in the Silmarillion how little he deserved such a thing. Thinking of the parallels between Fingon, Finrod and Gil-Galad and how their lives and reigns are not exactly the same, but similar enough in their theme, but their deaths all sting in quite different ways. How all were renowned kings in similar sorts of ways, known for their goodness, bravery, fairness. Finrod's, I think, says something about equality of the value of life for a great king to die for someone very much considered lesser (just look at how Thingol treat's Beren, though Beren is a lord of men by rights). Gil-Galad's speaks, I think, of how great sacrifice is needed to vanquish great evil, as he dies taking down Sauron. Both achieve something. But Fingon's? That is just pure devastation amid the worst defeat the Noldor will ever face. There is nothing gained. And I think Tolkien's point is that sometimes death (or other horrible things) are just tragic. Full stop. Fingon's death accomplishes nothing, there is no silver lining, there is no reason or justice in it, it is just tragic. I don't think I've yet spoken to anyone about it who wasn't horrified of devastated by his death. Among the many deaths and tragedies in the Silmarillion this one stands out to me. Perhaps because it is so abrupt. Perhaps because it comes after such hope (utúlie'n aure). Perhaps most because it feels starkly meaningless compared to other High Kings. Fingon has also done nothing that could be construed as deserving (not that anyone deserves to die horribly) or precipitating his death like other notable characters (like Thingol with the Nauglamir, or Celegorm agitating to sack Doriath). As devastating as it is, I appreciate Tolkien writing it this way. He's saying: horrible things happen to good people, there's no reason or blame to be laid on them. And this is important because people to whom horrible things happen are all too good at finding a reason to blame themselves for it when it's not their fault, and it can be very very hard to stop. Fingon's death, I think, serves as permission to let go of blame, without minimising the awfulness of what happened.
"Of all the children of Finwë he is justly most renowned: for his valour was as a fire and yet as steadfast as the hills of stone; wise he was and skilled in voice and hand; truth and justice he loved and bore good will to all, both Elves and Men, hating Morgoth only; he sought not his own, neither power nor glory, and death was his reward."
Color theory, Riiko Sakkinen
Pitcher, 1831. National Museum of the History of Ukraine.
Such a lovely thing!
on “the blond,” “the older man,” and other crimes against third-person limited
You know that thing where a story is written in tight third person limited — we’re meant to be inside someone’s head, seeing the world through their thoughts — and then suddenly the narration says “the blond frowned” or “the shorter woman sighed” about a person the POV character knows really well?
That’s called antonomasia — using a descriptive label instead of a name. And it’s fine when we’re talking about strangers: “the cashier handed her the receipt,” “the tall guy blocked the door.” The POV character doesn’t know their names, and we just need a quick way to tell people apart.
But the moment it’s used for someone the POV character already knows, it breaks immersion. Because that’s not how our minds work. We don’t think “the older man smiled at me.” We think “Mark smiled.” Or maybe “my boss” if that relationship matters in the moment.
Third person limited means the narration sits inside someone’s perception. Their inner monologue is the story’s voice. So when you switch from “Mark smiled” to “the blond smiled,” you’ve pulled the camera away from their mind and turned it into an outside shot.
If you want to create distance or irritation, you can do it on purpose —
“The idiot from accounting emailed again.”
That’s character voice. That’s judgment. That works.
But otherwise?
As soon as your POV character knows someone’s name, use it. While we do tend to worry about repetitions, names rarely register as such to the readers.
If you need variety for rhythm, use relational or emotional identifiers that make sense in their head: her friend, his partner, their teacher, the person they loved.
Because inside someone’s thoughts, there are no “blonds” or “brunettes.”
There are only people they know.
The exact depiction of my irritation with all these "blonds"
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Silmarillion sketches, once again, ha 💎💎💎
"Then Morgoth hurled aloft Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld, and swung it down like a bolt of thunder. But Fingolfin sprang aside, and Grond rent a mighty pit in the earth, whence smoke and fire darted."
"But Fëanor followed him, and at the door of the king’s house he stayed him; and the point of his bright sword he set against Fingolfin’s breast. ‘See, half-brother!’ he said. ‘This is sharper than thy tongue."
"...for though at great feasts Fëanor would wear them, blazing on his brow, at other times they were guarded close, locked in the deep chambers of his hoard in Tirion. For Fëanor began to love the Silmarils with a greedy love, and grudged the sight of them to all save to his father and his seven sons..."
Art by Chloe’s arts
Sunlight on Toile - Michael Banning , 2004.
American , b. 1966 -
Oil on canvas , 72 x 66 in.
Stunning!
chansonnier cordiforme
drolleries from the heart-shaped chansonnier de jean de montchenu, or chansonnier cordiforme. savoy (france), c. 1470-75
source: Paris, BnF, Rothschild 2973 (979a)
A selection of animals from various 17th and 18th century calligraphy copybooks which were drawn with single lines to practice (and show off) penmanship strokes.