Hurrah! Now I have something to link to when I'm trying to explain to people how I can dislike Frank Miller's work and yet like Carrie. (Because, really, it's no different from the way in which I dislike Jim Starlin's work and yet feel a certain obsessive obsession fondness for the boy Jason Todd became under Starlin's pen. It's not the character's fault that their writer's a jerk. )
Thank you so much for this. As I said, this is exactly what I've wanted to see done with Carrie. Because, the thing is, I fell into character-affection for her when she quietly corrected herself and told Bruce her name was, in fact, Robin. That's the kind of terrifying beautiful meta I want to eat with a spoon.
Problem: the legacy of Robin, as written by Miller, pretty much means sweet fuck-all. Nothing good, anyway.
You gave Carrie the red-green-gold power/legacy/doom/magic/fate thing that she knew she was giving herself over to, but that Miller has never come close to understanding.
Which is to say, in short, you rock like a rocking thing full of rocks which is playing rock'n'roll.
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Date: 2005-02-06 08:43 pm (UTC)obsessive obsessionfondness for the boy Jason Todd became under Starlin's pen. It's not the character's fault that their writer's a jerk. )Thank you so much for this. As I said, this is exactly what I've wanted to see done with Carrie. Because, the thing is, I fell into character-affection for her when she quietly corrected herself and told Bruce her name was, in fact, Robin. That's the kind of terrifying beautiful meta I want to eat with a spoon.
Problem: the legacy of Robin, as written by Miller, pretty much means sweet fuck-all. Nothing good, anyway.
You gave Carrie the red-green-gold power/legacy/doom/magic/fate thing that she knew she was giving herself over to, but that Miller has never come close to understanding.
Which is to say, in short, you rock like a rocking thing full of rocks which is playing rock'n'roll.