Reviewer: GreyLady
Date: 11/25/07 22:52
Chapter: plains distant and remote

Oh, you always make me fall in love with Sirius again. Not to mention your writing, but that has already been established, no?

Firstly, ! Rainer Maria Rilke is love. Sorry, had to get that out of the way.

Secondly, once again you have put me in the position of having the overwhelming urge to quote obscene amounts of your own writing back at you.

ďSirius picks the mug up, stares at it as though he has never seen its like before, his finger idly tracing around its rim and catching in the little chink of missing china; itís part scientific examination and part idling concentration like an old oriental painting -- almost-careless brushstrokes more than just lines, the whole thing a careful depiction of absorption in the completely trivial.Ē This paragraph was a brilliant portrayal of Sirius. The last phrase rang completely true with me, as did the entire image; such glorious, effortless characterization.

But the last paragraph Ė oh, it's just brilliant and gorgeous and I love it more than I can say. I actually contemplating quoting the entire thing. It shows the tentative, healing friendship between Sirius and Remus, the aftermath of Peter's betrayal and the death of Lily and James, and the murky transitional place that Sirius and Remus have found themselves in, all in the most beautiful language. I loved the hope that the last line gives to the situation.

A few parts stuck out to me. In the second paragraph the mention of the letter smelling of ďsun and salt and sandĒ seemed a little hit-you-over-the-head obvious, and this part seemed a little superfluous and didn't make complete sense to me: ď(to steady his nerves, although heís not entirely able to explain to himself why they ought to need steadying at all).Ē

I love these two men, I love this story, and I love your writing. Thank you, as always.

Reviewer: Ennalee
Date: 08/06/07 11:43
Chapter: plains distant and remote

Oh, Noldo, sometimes Iím not sure why I bother to review your stories, because it always ends up just being me blathering on about how wonderful you are Ė and yet at the same time, I donít feel right clicking away without a review, because good stories deserve reviews, donít you think? *sigh* Anyway, be warned, blathering follows:

Itís a trick of poetry, to put together usual words in unusual ways Ė and your writing is more like poetry than a lot of poems Iíve read. I am in love with the way you manipulate words: faintly raining sky, conversation as punctuation for meaning-ridden silencesÖ And you have the ability to dart into moments and images, spilled wine and ragged letters, and somehow in one scene, one sentence, tell a story. Perhaps my favorite sentence in the entire piece: it talked about a lot of things, some of which were happening and some of which had happened and a fair few of which were thoroughly inconsequential, but what it really said was sorry, over and over, though not in ink. I am amazed by the rhythm of your language, your ability to combine meaning and metaphor. Making words sound good is hard; making them sound good while meaning something is even harder. Ö see, thatís the trouble with battles. They all tell the same story.

I love the snippets of dialogue, and how itís written in a different style than the rest of your narration and yet fits in perfectly. You catch Sirius and Remus in those moments of dialogue, and you spend the rest of the story winding around them in a lovely narration of thought and feelings.

I accidentally read the last line first, while copying the story into a word document for later reading, and at the time wasnít sure I liked it. Coming at the end of the story, itís perfect; theyíve been through so much, lost so much, and they know things canít ever be how they were before, but they canít help hoping for a happy future Ė a future we know isnít coming. Oh, Sirius. Oh, Remus. *sniff* Beautiful as always.

Reviewer: doorknobs
Date: 06/09/07 8:30
Chapter: plains distant and remote

p.s you know in your profile, the bit about not being a good writer, yeah?
Well, nobody buys that ;)

Reviewer: doorknobs
Date: 06/09/07 8:18
Chapter: plains distant and remote

I still can't get enough of your writing.

You write about, and describe very familiar things, such as chipped mugs, or rain or certain atmospheres or feelings....and I think that that is what is so wonderful about your writing...you keep it about simple things, and you pull it off (very well, I might add!) and you don't need it to be action packed, or have a complicated plot line to make it interesting. ...and that is the sign of a very good writer, my friend, believe me!

Urgh! This probably didn't making any sense, but I hope you get what I mean.

Reviewer: Dory_the_Fishie
Date: 05/25/07 14:38
Chapter: plains distant and remote

For the record, if anybody is allowed to not capitalize their titles, itís you.

Summer is unusually cold and filled with regrets that Remus ignores, and the streets are drab, grey, piled with dust which the street-sweepers will never be able to completely remove even though they are at it all day ó swish-swish, empty sounds. Guh, love the beginning. The whole idea of irremovable dust is so appropriate for Remus, and I love it. The entire first paragraph is so beautiful Ė your descriptions are made of awesome. Plus, the fact that Remus thinks of Sirius just makes me squee internally. And then the letter. Itís like you just completely characterized Sirius is that description. Him saying sorry over and overÖheartwrenching and so sad, but lovely.

"Are you going to let me in?" he asks. "Or am I going to stand here for ever and drip all over your unfortunate doormat?" Itís exactly what Sirius would say. I donít think Iíve seen much of your dialogue before, if anyÖhmm. Well, itís wonderful all the same. Is there anything you canít do? Possibly not.

It seems very Remus to make tea, even if it is just to steady his nerves. I can picture everything in this scene perfectly Ė Remus making the tea, Sirius studying his cup, then laughing. I love it. Öpart scientific examination and part idling concentration like an old oriental painting -- almost-careless brushstrokes more than just lines, the whole thing a careful depiction of absorption in the completely trivial. Hi, lovely much? Again, your descriptions are just amazing. I love the comparison here; itís wonderfully fitting for Remus and Sirius. And Sirius laughing is just the greatest end to that little section. Like I said before, I can see him standing there at the window, just laughing. A nice throwback to him laughing when he was being dragged off to Azkaban.

After that they were all ghosts and memories: two gravestones and a sunken-eyed photograph and a finger in a box, and the image of a glass slammed down hard enough for the wine to spill over the sides and stain the tablecloth a morbid sort of crimson and someone saying see, thatís the trouble with battles. They all tell the same story. Yes, I just quoted an entire paragraph (even though it is only one sentence, so ha). But I love it, obviously. Your ability to state so much in so few words is something I envy terribly, but love that much more.

I think maybe the last section is my favorite. Having Sirius reading the paper again is a nice bookend to the fic. And, once more, the descriptions! Basically, you win at life. And nothingís perfect, not really, because theyíre lacking a thousand things (idealism, Remus thinks; idealism and social utopia and a cause to fall in love with and James and Lily and -- ), but it might just be enough for a while, enough to tide them over through this intermission of sorts (although it isnít entirely clear what it exists to divide: eras, friendships, lifetimes). No, I canít help but quote it all. I donít know what else to say except this is amazing, and so are you. And of course, the evening stretching around them, warm, like a benediction is lovely. Beautiful.

Have I mentioned Iím a Noldo fangirl?

Reviewer: MithrilQuill
Date: 05/19/07 14:11
Chapter: plains distant and remote

Wow. I'm afraid all I can manage after reading that is a bunch of different variations for 'wow'... *huggles teh Noldo*...thanks for the awesome read! *goes to re-read*

Reviewer: hermy_loves_ron
Date: 05/18/07 18:40
Chapter: plains distant and remote

I love this. The style of your writing is beautiful...I could just sum it up with the word "beautiful".

It's funny, but I've read a few of your fics, and my favorites are this one, your most recent, and your first, the "for Remus" one. I guess I'm just hopeless when it comes to frienship marauder fics.

Reviewer: ProfPosky
Date: 05/18/07 11:36
Chapter: plains distant and remote

Stunned by the beauty of your prose.

Reviewer: Charmed_S
Date: 05/18/07 7:06
Chapter: plains distant and remote

I like how you compare the evening a warm blessing -- it contrasts really nicely with the murky and gray sky. Sort of shows Remus's feelings you know? Though I'm not entirely sure if that was what you were going for...
Also, it's nice and very believable how you say it isn't perfect... because loneliness is there even though they were friends to the end, at some point or another. Overall I think it's a very effective fiction - especially in using the sky to reflect the mood - in describing the relationship and exchange that would be present between them at the time. As a side note - I like the title; is it symbolizing the distant past or any other particular meaning? Senem.

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