The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

    I Think I'm In Love...

    I guess I'm a “shipper”. Before tonight, I didn't even know such a term existed. I needed clarification after being told that I, myself, am one. Apparently, I'm one of those who watches a television series hoping that the two main characters will evolve into a relationship. Sort of like a new age Dolly Levi. I watch House MD and can't wait for him to jump into bed with Cuddy after only, um, six seasons.

    Never mind the fact that “Moonlighting” saw the death knell of its show when Sybil and Bruce did the nasty, never mind the fact that Cheers had to bring on a second girl for good old wig-wearing Ted Danson to keep ratings up.

    I'm a “shipper”, now. I want happy relationships all around.

    Well of COURSE I do! Wouldn't you? Don't you want like-minded souls who have chemistry to end up together? In a world so full of chaos, is it too much to ask that we allow a few souls, here and there, to find happiness?

    Does race make a difference? Does age? Does sex? I've always been taught that love is a gift, no matter who or where it comes from.

    If it's love, the Lord don't mind. We all need more love in this world.

    I say take it where you get it. And enjoy every moment of it. Every lovin' moment.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S1wL87JywI

     

    Comments

    Serendipity I should think.

    We live in bubbles, and somehow, somewhere someone appears and the bubbles burst.

    That's all I got!!


    I don't get the "shipper" part. (What does that mean?)  But I'm one who enjoys the hunt more than the catch.  It's always anticlimactic (hmmm) when the deed finally happens, and it's can only go downhill from there.  The mystery is the thing--will they or won't they?  Once we know they will it's all over.  They're boring.

    Every good story needs a conflict.  When theirs is resolved, it's on to the next story. 

    (But I do love love.)


    If I had to guess, "shipper" derives from "relationship".


    I first ran into 'shippers on the Harry Potter websites. There were Harry-Hermione 'shippers vs Ron-Hermione 'shippers. Each side was convinced they were right but in an interview, JK herself put the kibosh on the H-H 'shippers even before she finished the final book.


    I first ran into 'shippers on the Harry Potter websites.

    I'll never be able to read your posts the same way again. Wink


    So it's a British thing.  Oh, those Brits.  

    (But I do love Harry Potter.) Smile


    I love Harry Potter too.  :)


    did'ya see "My Boy Jack"?

    Yes, on PBS last month.  What a heartbreaking film it was.  Radcliffe was very good in it, but it's hard for me to look at him and NOT think "Harry Potter".  Perhaps I should've seen him in Equus on Broadway! 


    You'd have seen quite a bit of him.


    LOL, yes, that's why I said that.  Seeing him naked might finally help dispell the Harry Potter 'spell'. 


    I'm so out of touch I didn't actually make the "Potter" connection til I had seen it twice. A sure sign it's time to have more kids. How 'bout Kim Cattrall? Range...

    She was awesome.  I was so surprised, seeing her play Jack's mother, but then I realized Rudyard's wife was American.  She was very good, especially in that very intense scene when she and Kipling were poring through photo after photo of young soldiers, looking to find Jack's image amongst them all. 

    I don't know about you, but I had a very hard time sympathising with Rudyard in this film, with him  pushing his son into war.  I tried to put myself in his shoes, given his sense of patriotism, and living in that era, but I really felt frustrated with him at times. 


    Cattrall's Canuck-English.


    I had no idea, Quinn!  Thanks for that bit of info.  I've learned something new.


     poring through photo after photo of young soldiers, looking to find Jack's image amongst them all.

     

    That was painful to watch, and, I suspect veridical.  It does confront one with the gap between the horror and loss of having a child go "missing" (as if...) and the pitifully small things one can try to do--the repitition being, of course, a poor substitute for efficicacy.  Especialy where the underlying premise is that, somehow, they saw a picture of their son and failed to recognize him, so let's go through them all again...

    The horrendous mismatch between the visions of gallantry peddled by Kipling and the reality of trench warfare is a paradigm for the transformation from war as a contest contained within rules and partaking of some limits to the total war that ends today with "shock and awe"

    Kipling himself, of course, was not without some insight into the inherent fiction of war as a gallant calling and the reality of the battlefield

    . When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.


    sympathising with Rudyard

    Well, he did, in fact, murder his son (as he indelicately put it..)  Plus, there is a very good argument to be made that if WWI had not occurred, ( or, failing which, if the US had entered on the other  side) the rest of the 20th century would have looked like paradise compared to what we got.

    Hence, his bloviating about the impending rape of the flower of English womanhood by the marauding Hun is a good stand in for "fight them over there so we don't have to fight them here at home..." and about as apposite.


    hey Lis --

     

    Sorry to contact you this way, but I'm starting something I'd like you to be a part of. If you remember me, and are a little curious, drop me a line at [email protected]

    Good piece, by the way. Hope to hear from you -- Matt


    Yes, I remember you.  Will do.