It’s come to my attention that some people are traversing the interwebs of fandom without ever hearing of the Ms. Scribe Story or the Cassandra Claire Debacle.
At surface level, this is concerning because they are awesome stories, and everyone’s life is made a little better when they find an awesome story.
On more serious levels, fandom is a wacky place, full of people doing wacky, occasionally damaging things to each other. Some of that has evolved, but some of it is the same as it ever was. History rocks because you can learn from the mistakes of others, and maybe hurt people a little less in the future. Fandom being a giant, convoluted web of passion, some history that could use sharing goes missed.
The two stories linked are from early 2000s Harry Potter fandom. The Ms. Scribe Story is a tale of one person’s aggressive use of sockpuppets to work their way up fandom hierarchy. The Cassandra Claire Debacle is about how the top name in that fandom hierarchy is a plagiarist.
They’re prime examples of fandom being fandom in intensely negative
ways. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a brand of fandom toxicity that isn’t on display in some way within these write-ups, and while that is admittedly sort of depressing, having things to point at that make you stop and think, “Wait, I’ve seen this before, this is not a thing I want to be part of,” can keep you out of some of the deeper fandom pitfalls.They are also deeply fascinating reads. If you haven’t explored them before, or only know the summary versions, give them a shot.
I still have a moment of distinct disbelief every time I see one of Cassie Claire’s published works in a bookstore.
Oh gods so do I
It’s WEIRD
Apparently she lives somewhere around Western Massachusetts, because when the movie came out I saw notes attached to posters for it in our local multiplex saying “by a local author!”.
I had the sudden, wild urge to stand in the centre of the lobby and go “LET ME TELL YOU A THING OR TWO ABOUT THIS LOCAL AUTHOR”
Day: August 25, 2018
Astonishing things that are happening so far in Master and Commander:
I don’t know what I was expecting, given that the entire world plus the back of my copy sincerely calls this the “Aubrey-Maturin novels,” which we all know is just because they hadn’t thought to use a /, but still I was not prepared for this book to literally open with a meet cute. Specifically, a meet cute wherein our solid sea-honed ~presence~ of a British Royal Navy Officer is so overcome by the beauty of the music recital he’s attending that he cannot help banging his fist upon his knee to the melody, and is promptly and devastatingly shushed by this intense little slip of an Irish physician, upon which Jack Aubrey’s response to being sassed by Stephen Maturin is to have even more feelings than he was already having about the music, and then less than 24 hours later run up to him in the street, effuse how very sorry he is, and invite him to become his best friend. And THEN it comes out that this delicate doctor is actually wasting away on account of the patient he’d come to Menorca to treat having died without paying him, and is now sleeping in the fucking abandoned ruins of a chapel up on a hill and calling all his animal roommates by their Latinate names and hasn’t really eaten in god knows when, and Jack is like OMG NO, OMG NO COME LIVE ON MY NEW SLOOP WITH ME AND I’LL FEED YOU ALL THE TIME, and Stephen’s like Could I Possibly? and Jack’s like YES!!, and then rushes around getting his snug little boat ready while daydreaming about when he can get Stephen aboard and at last have someone with whom he can share his thoughts and joys and feelings about beautiful music. And then in Classic™ Plot™ Jack sends a messenger to tell Stephen that he’s going to miss their next meal because he’s taking his ship out for a test sail before they embark, but Stephen DOESN’T GET THE MESSAGE and comes down to the docks with his wee bag to see Jack’s ship sailing away and thinks, I paraphrase but only barely: “this is what I get for thinking I might at last have something nice, I cannot believe I allowed myself to lower my defenses so completely because now I am Heartbroken,” and palely glares the fuck out of the poor kid who finally rushes up to give him the message that Jack’ll be back to fetch him in a couple hours.
Other things that have happened include
threefour separate mentions of, to use the parlance, sodomy, including the Confirmed Gay aboard having already developed a crush on golden-haired Commander Aubrey. Meanwhile our absolutely hapless Dr. Maturin is belowdecks cracking his head into a low beam so hard he sees stars and then valiantly pretending he’s not dazed when Jack bounds down to happily offer him eggs and bacon and coffee.And then the other 30% of this is long streams of sailing words that I do not know yet. I AM HAVING THE BEST TIME.
Another SUPER GREAT thing that happens in these books is the time Stephen brings a sloth onboard (after being told not to) and when it sees Jack it BURIES ITS FACE IN STEPHEN’S JACKET AND CRIES. And Jack is so WOUNDED by this because animals and babies love him that he starts feeding it and giving it plates of rum.
Of course the sloth gets drunk and Stephen is livid and all “you have debased my sloth!” so they have a fight but it’s in FRENCH because they don’t want The Men to know that they’re arguing.
And that’s just like the first 5 pages of one of these books. They are a TREASURE and I really need to get back to this series.
Coming back to this to add:
- Post Captain (book two) aka Pride and Prejudice and Post Captains. Gives us adorkable old married couple cohabitation ashore. Jack thinks of Stephen as a “slut”.
Mrs. Williams is suspicious of the things she’s heard about naval officers. Christy Pallière is such a beautiful French bro I love him
FLORA THE BEAR WILL NOT DANCE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT
How about a romantic cross-country journey to a castle in Spain lolololol poor Jack
Diana plz stop you’re breaking my heart- H.M.S. Surprise (book three) has all the most exquisite hurt/comfort, all the *debauched sloths, and all my dear love.
Jack saves Stephen and I cry like a disgusting snot golem every time
Stephen teaching Bonden how to read by having him write down poems that Stephen comes up with, and then Stephen goes “BY GOD I BELIEVE I SEE THE ALBATROSS” and Bonden just keeps on writing it down because he’s precious
D I A N A, N O
There’s this kid named Dil who pretty much adopts Stephen to keep him safe and also believes he might be a were-bear.
The crowning gem of the early series ❤- The Mauritius Command (book four) so much meta on what these two think of each other, and how others perceive them. oh my sweet boys.
Clonfert would have been one of those Instagram guys and yeah
That one drunken Russian captain is probably my patronus- Desolation Island (book five) omg Stephen, bby, you found the Beta Couple of you and Diana and ur not okay.
As a reader, you will become scared that the Waakzaamheid will jump out of your closet and follow you in parking lots. Scary bote. :<- The Fortune of War (book six) best Stephen sneaky sneaking, holy shit. He gave that guy the d and now the dude ded. Peak sneaky Stephen. Goddam. Take that, ‘Murica!
- The Surgeon’s Mate (book seven) EVERYONE IS IN LOVE WITH JAGIELLO BECAUSE HE IS PERFECT, GOD WHAT A BABE. Best prison break plan ever. Entirely on the merits of how pretty Jagiello is and how boss Jack is at pulleys. But mostly: Jagiello’s loins. Amazing.
- The Ionian Mission (book eight) like the Bachelorette but with Jack trying to pick between various Ottoman-affiliated potentates, and very nearly being seduced by the guy with the biggest, fanciest cannons.
I also believe this was the book where the locals all started calling Pullings “the maiden” as a nickname. The whole town pretty much is ready to go into mourning this one time Jack misspeaks and gives them all the impression that Pullings dies. Never has one town stanned Thomas Pullings so hard.- Treason’s Harbour (book nine)
Babbington and his ship crammed full of lesbians.
The Royal Navy vs. Ghouls and Genies—Team Navy: 0; Team Spooky: 10.
No one plays the whore and it depresses Jack extremely.
Ponto is a good dog and a crazy shipper who keeps trying to make his OTP happen.- The Far Side of the World (book ten)
KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS, book!MR. HOLLOM, U STUPID BASTARD ;____;
Jack and Stephen are rescued from disaster by a boat full of Polynesian feminists and we establish how much cooler Polynesian ships are than anything else that floats 10/10 the dick is literally taboo- The Reverse of the Medal (book eleven)
Jack meets his mini me and Sam Panda is a perfect ray of sunshine. Sam Panda for pope!
Otherwise: you cry an ocean. This book is pain. I never let myself skip this book because Jack needs me there with him for support, and I know if I don’t read it he’ll suffer more.- The Letter of Marque (book twelve)
OH THE YEAR WAS 1812 / HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHELMERSTON NOOOOOOWWW / A LETTER OF MARQUE CAME FROM THE KING / TO THE MOST PERFECT VESSEL I’VE EVER SEEN, THE DEAR SURPRISE- The Thirteen Gun Salute (book thirteen)
Stephen holds hands with an orangutan and it’s the purest fucking goddam content in literary history. Also: there’s a bit where Stephen is obliquely referring to the sultan’s “cupbearer” (*winkwink*) as “Ganymede”, and Jack thinks he’s talking about the moon of Jupiter, which gives us:
‘I was up with him all last night, and should be this night were it not for the Sultan’s visit tomorrow. Such an endearing little pale golden body as he peeps out – he is easily my favourite. But I shall still have him almost all night, once the Sultan is done with.‘
‘Shall you, though?’ said Stephen, looking at his friend’s pleased, well-fed face, rather more florid than usual from the Sultan’s wine; and after a pause, ‘Brother, can we be talking of the same thing?’- The Nutmeg of Consolation (book fourteen)
LADY PIRATES YESSSS
Australia is filled with horror and all of it is the penal colony
PADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN MY SWEET BOY
Stephen trying to find a way to admit to Jack that he couldn’t find anything whatsoever endearing from a natural philosophical perspective about his one really bad Outback trek is fuckin’ hilarious
The most brutally badass Stephen dialogue. This one guy punches him after a dinner party and the Stephen Murder Energy is so strong and sexy
Stephen is so excited about a platypus that he literally almost dies gods bless this sweet natural philosopher doofus- Clarissa Oakes/The Truelove (book fifteen)
Clarissa Oakes is so fucking brave and hardcore and made out of intelligent, articulate STEEL.
The whole ship is also obsessed with her
She’s perfect
Shut up
I want to knit her sweaters but she doesn’t need my help because I am a weak and unworthy animal
C L A R I S S A- The Wine-Dark Sea (book sixteen)
Dutourd is a lame-ass communist hippie dumbfuck “noble savage” fetishising useless piece of shit and his fate healed me and also gave me a plate of properly done tofu in apology for the sins of others
All the good historical Cochrane in South America adventures!
Stephen Maturin goes on a road trip through the Andes and is basically mentally doing the opening scene from “The Sound of Music” over and over again: just Stephen, in a Peruvian meadow, spinning round and round while singing and also doing cocaine but it’s Stephen wcyd- The Commodore (book seventeen)
Itty bitty baby Brigid is the purest child we must protect her
That one scene where Jack’s playing his fiddle alone and Stephen listens in and it’s…
“Now, in the warm night, there was no one to be comforted, kept in
countenance, no one could scorn him for virtuosity, and he could let
himself go entirely; and as the grave and subtle music wound on and on,
Stephen once more contemplated on the apparent contradiction between the
big, cheerful, florid sea-officer whom most people liked on sight but
who would have never been described as subtle or capable of subtlety by
any one of them (except perhaps his surviving opponents in battle) and
the intricate, reflective music he was now creating. So utterly unlike
his limited vocabulary in words, at times verging upon the inarticulate.’
God i cry- The Yellow Admiral (book eighteen)
Jack? Hey Jack? You did seriously fuck up, there, buddy.
Clarissa continuing to be a great human being and also helping Sophie will endear her to me forever
These girls are the best
For a series without a lot of screentime for its female characters, I have no idea how I managed to fall so brutally hard in love with all of them (except Mrs. Williams, obviously)- The Hundred Days (book nineteen)
jesus okay so some shit goes down and none of us are okay
But Napoleon is there.
So that kind of helps.
But not very much.
;___________;
Other stuff happens, but mostly my heart broke at the outset- Blue at the Mizzen (book twenty)
Christ this book is so well-written though
O’Brian gets better with age? How was that possible?
Look, I’m not spoiling any part of the last complete novel of a twenty-book series for you. But holy moly. At this point you can’t imagine an existence without Jack and Stephen. You don’t want to imagine an existence without Jack and Stephen. It’s been twenty books, and you’ve grown with them and laughed with them and cried with them. This isn’t literature. This isn’t fiction. THIS IS LOVE.I love Patrick O’Brian a lot.
*raises hand* O Teacher, which book features Stephen and the hideous (read: AMAZING) burlap (tweed?) Onesie?
*tries and fails to use projector technology*
“Yes, yes, that’s a very good question! The infamous ‘woollen garment’ (or ‘natural philosnuggie’) was, of course, what Stephen wore while clambering aboard the Lively in Post Captain.”
*accidentally deletes own PowerPoint*
“The fact that Stephen was clutching a narwhal horn as he came aboard and then immediately set loose a whole swarm of bees in the captain’s cabin will be on the exam.”
oh yeah that did happen! the bees

…… I LOVE IT!
i love when people say michael’s existence is a plot hole because spock obviously has such a good track record of telling jim about his family members
“I wanted to write a book about ghosts, but I was perfectly prepared–I cannot emphasize this too strongly–I was perfectly prepared to keep those ghosts wholly imaginary. I was already doing a lot of splendid research reading all the books about ghosts I could get hold of, and particularly true ghost stories–so much so that it became necessary for me to read a chapter of Little Women every night before I turned out the light–and at the same time I was collecting pictures of houses, particularly odd houses, to see what I could find to make into a suitable haunted house. I read books of architecture and clipped pictures out of magazines and newspapers and learned about cornices and secret stairways and valances and turrets and flying buttresses and gargoyles and all kinds of things that people have done to inoffensive houses, and then I came across a picture in a magazine which really looked right. It was the picture of a house which reminded me vividly of the hideous building in New York; it had the same air of disease and decay, and if ever a house looked like a candidate for a ghost, it was this one. All that I had to identify it was the name of a California town, so I wrote to my mother, who has lived in California all her life, and sent her the picture, asking if she had any idea where I could get information about this ugly house. She wrote back in some surprise. Yes, she knew about the house, although she had not supposed that there were any pictures of it still around. My great-grandfather built it. It had stood empty and deserted for some years before it finally caught fire, and it was generally believed that that was because the people of the town got together one night and burned it down. By then it was abundantly clear to me that I had no choice; the ghosts were after me. In case I had any doubts, however, I came downstairs a few mornings later and found a sheet of copy paper moved to the center of my desk, set neatly away from the general clutter. On the sheet of paper was written DEAD DEAD in my own handwriting. I am accustomed to making notes for books, but not in my sleep; I decided that I had better write the book awake, which I got to work and did.”
—
Shirley Jackson, “Experience and Fiction” (via shirleymag)
The Haunting of Hill House remains one of the best ghost stories ever written– it’s still very fresh and feels contemporary, even almost 60 years later.
It’s a little out of season but here’s a short version of Spooky, Scary Skeletons for 2 oboes, string quintet, and harpsichord.
#fool. it’s always in season (via ceilingninja)

Something a little different 😮 Here is “Queen of Seven Kingdoms,”
the final new piece I’ve made for “Daydreamer’s Journey” (which is creeping up on the first stretch goal!) It will be included in the book, and is available in print packs and as fine art prints:
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/juliedillon/daydreamers-journey-a-new-art-book-by-julie-dillon












