I know that somewhere in the world there must be one other person who cares deeply about my dumb son, Edward Waverley of Waverley, and someday I will find them and talk to them
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I know that somewhere in the world there must be one other person who cares deeply about my dumb son, Edward Waverley of Waverley, and someday I will find them and talk to them
Waverley modèle 75-C Brougham-Victoria 1910. - source Bring a Trailer.
I think I may have read Sir Walter Scott's Waverley and Alexandre Dumas' The Last Cavalier too close together for my own sanity....
I have become consumed by the desire to write a fanfic sequel to Waverley in which the elderly Benedictine nun formerly known as Flora MacIvor moves from Paris to Brittany when her community is dissolved, falls in with some non-juring priests, and takes up the white cockade once again.
She's going to end up running a Chouan safe house and doing some intelligence work for the Chouan General Georges Cadoudal.
I'd have her become a surrogate mother of sorts to Georges and his brother Julien Cadoudal. Drawing on her time in religious life coming to terms with her brother Fergus' execution in 1746, she counsels Georges through whatever survivor's guilt he may be suffering with since his mother, newborn sibling, and uncle died as a result of the family's imprisonment in 1794.
I'd have Flora die peacefully of old age sometime before 1800. (Honestly, I don't have the heart to make Georges live through another super-traumatic death of someone close to him, given that his BFF Pierre Mercier and Julien will both be killed in 1801.)
At some point while in England, Georges Cadoudal takes a side quest to Tully-Veolan in the Scottish Lowlands to return some of Flora's mementos to her old friends Rose and Edward Waverley, who I imagine are still alive with plenty of children and grandchildren.
Anywaaaaay, thank you for listening to my rambling, obscure pitch for a crossover story involving my favorite fictional and not-so-fictional royalist rebels.
Absolutely love these reminders that People of the Past™️ who can seem so very dusty and proper from our vantage point were also Not Normal about their fave media. Imagine naming your town Skywalkr because all of you dig Star Wars that much, and then imagine ten other towns having the same idea too.
NOBODY TOLD ME WALTER SCOTT WAS THIS FUNNY ‼️‼️‼️
I finished Sir Walter Scott's Waverley a couple weeks ago, and the chokehold that this book has gained on me is truly unprecedented.
Among other things, one of the main characters, Jacobite true believer Flora MacIvor, is described by her brother to would-be suitor Edward Waverley thusly:
"...since she could spell an English book she has been in love with the memory of the gallant Captain Wogan..."
and
"for, to tell you the truth, I think her more in love with the memory of that dead hero than she is likely to be with any living one..."
I mean...I feel SEEN. I was not expecting to see girls-with-longstanding-childhood-history-crushes representation, but Flora and I are besties now.