Sex (Sentinel story)
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| Sentinel Fanfiction | |
|---|---|
| Title: | Sex |
| Author(s): | Anna S |
| Date(s): | 2000 |
| Length: | |
| Genre: | slash |
| Fandom: | The Sentinel |
| External Links: | AO3 |
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Sex is a Jim/Blair story by Anna S.
It was published in Crossroads and is online. It was one of many stories imported from the 852 Prospect archive to AO3.
Reactions and Reviews
Don't miss Sex, by Anna, notable for many reasons, but especially because of the line, "You never call me your bitch." [1]
The title doesn’t do much for me; the perhaps unintentional one in the story’s web address, “Shirts”, is much better...But I do like this complicated story.
I like a snarky Jim; it makes me nervous when he’s too nice. And I like a Blair that just blows the snark off. Wink.
And Jim and I feel the same about shopping.
“The fluorescent lights did cruelty to Sandburg's face, tinting his skin yellow, green and tired; the department store was a catalytic hell for Jim's senses, and in it all of Sandburg was magnified. He seemed part of the mixing light and scents, and Jim hated that. He couldn't focus. The other man's hair was messy today, his clothes rumpled. An old backpack was slung over his shoulders, straps frayed. His sneakers were ancient relics, ingrained with sweat, mud, saltwater. Tramp shoes. These were good Sandburg elements and Jim could have twined his attention into this familiar, material chaos if not for the jungle of fifty thousand fucking shirts they were trapped in.” [2]
You're right - the title doesn't really fit the story and "Shirts" would be more in keeping with the content. It's a great story - so glad you rec'ced it, and I love the way the author captures the kind of surreal way that Jim's senses operate, the way he thinks about them. It's a very lush story. Thanks for pointing it out.[3]
The stories from Crossroads, the only Sentinel zine I own, are mostly available on the net now, which means that I can direct you to...Sex, by Anna. It's an Anna story. It has words in it. Lots of them. Here almost more than in any other of her stories there is an awareness of language and words that shifts subtly and sometimes disconcertingly from writer-focus to character-focus, and the story itself is told in a way that preserves a sense of uncertainty, a way that conveys the fragile balance of human interactions and how quickly a word or two can change the tenor of a situation, even when the plot, distilled down to basics, is simplicity itself.[4]
References
- ^ All Jewels Have Flaws... or... Net (dot) Bitch Does Recs
- ^ a 2007 rec at Crack Van
- ^ a 2007 rec at Crack Van
- ^ the flambeau factory: recommendations 2001