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preservation [16 Feb 2014|11:20am]
[ mood | gloomy ]

It was remarkable, Francis thought, how cautious Charles would be. He’d stand there in the dusky dimness, throat exposed to the cobwebs on the ceiling, and his limbs would tense and shake as if he were a fawn ready to bolt, as Francis knelt at his feet and tried to pretend this wasn't half-worship, that he didn't love anyone or anything and especially not this boy.  It would never work, though. Charles would come with a half-choked curse, knees shaking, but would walk off as soon as Francis had wiped his mouth – off to find Camilla. He never said anything, in the same way that he would untangle their legs when the clock struck three and creep through the shadows back to his sister. Francis would wake up alone, half-hard and jealous, and try not to listen for the creak of floorboards in the room down the hallway.

 Francis had long suspected that Charles would kiss Camilla just to see if she would notice the taste on his tongue – but then, the twins were so close that she must know every secret he had pinned to his heart. Resenting Camilla was easy, but hating her was far more difficult. She would sit out on the lawn in the early mornings, hair almost as bright as the frost which threatened the ivy up the side of the house, and read Klytemnestra to Richard. Richard was urgently in love with her, as most people were. Francis would try to analyse the planes of her face, translated from what was simple handsomeness in Charles – although even that description seemed cheap, to be spoken exclusively by middle-aged women with bad hair jobs and a penchant for terrible, sprawling romance novels – to terrifying perfection in his sister; Henry would try to pretend he wasn’t listening to her, voice low and lovely and harsh.

 They all pretended, with the singular determination of those who could throw off their skins for pleasure, that none of this was happening. To hear Charles slapping cards down on the table in rapid-fire play, watching Camilla toasting bananas over the fire and then watching them smoke and curl and blacken, walking with Henry across the lawns of the house to look for mushrooms at the edges of the trees which edged the grass, Francis could almost believe that Bunny’s body was not freezing at the bottom of a cliff, that he had not tracked mud from where he had slipped on the way back right into the carpet-pile – this sort of lazy desperation, this cracking façade, was slippery.
 Lazy desperation, he supposed, was what drove Charles back to him when the winds were howling in the grates.

“I thought it was him,” Charles would whisper, like a washed-up vaudeville act, eyes wide with fright and what he would never admit was lust. “I hear him, you know – when I’m at the piano he mutters between the black and the white keys, and when I try to sleep alone he’s there, grinning. All the flesh has gone from his face and he grins in the darkness – “

 Francis sighed at that, pulling the door open a fraction more. A shaft of moonlight, slanted by a crack in the curtains, lit up Charles’s face, painting him as pale as the ghosts of his imagination. “He’s dead, Charles,” he said, firmly, as if his words could force Bunny back into Hades. “He’s dead, we saw him fall – he’ll have paid his penny to Charon at the Akherousian mere – “

 “Look, stop trying to be Henry, not everything is about Greek – “

 Francis looked at him fully, and saw there was blood at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve bitten your tongue again. I’ll get you some water,” he said without moving.

“If you have anything stronger,” Charles began, fidgeting with the cuff of his pyjamas. “I’d really appreciate it,” and the certainness in his voice was a novelty, and so Francis sighed, pulled on his robe (velvet, maroon, arguably hideous) and opened the door. Charles sauntered in, blood still beading where his lips touched.

“Francis,” Charles said, and in the glow from Francis’s lamp – he had been reading a study of Victorian murderesses, and in his mind they had all had Camilla’s perfect smile – Charles’s smile was almost alarming. “I know you’re – “

“I’m what?” said Francis, coldly, and he shut his book a little too loudly to be polite, pages fluttering. “I’m a whore, I’m pathetic and desperate and – “
 Charles interrupted him with a swift kiss, pulling at Francis’s hair with a painful desperation. “I know you’re easy for me,” he told him, voice as cold as Francis. “And I know you’re jealous of Camilla – “

 Francis laughed against his lips, half snarling. “You’re jealous of anyone who looks at her. You’re jealous of anyone who even acknowledges her existence – you’d fight the sun for shining on her if you could. And I will never understand this childish need to own her – “

 Charles hit him then, and smiled, the cut on his own lip cracking until more blood dripped down his chin. He looked like he had done when they had stumbled out of that forest, silent and terrifying and alien, and then he laughed. “This isn’t about Camilla. This is about you, and how you’re obsessing over me like you’re Narcissus and I’m your goddamned reflection – “

 Francis shoved at him, but left his hands on Charles’s shoulders, fists clenched tight in his pyjama shirt. “I thought not everything was about Greek, and everything with you is about her. You’re – you’re twisted around each other,” and he looked at the space just above Charles’s head. “I used to think, because you were beautiful and tried so hard to be haughty, that you would be good. As if souls could be painted on your face,” and he paused, breathing heavily, to press a hard kiss to the blood at the corner of Charles’s mouth.

“I used to think you were too scared of bad medicine to come anywhere near me – isn’t that how you described Camilla, once? When I tried to drown you at that Chinese place, you thought I didn’t hear. And then you told the same to Richard, the other day, and you think I don’t listen?” and his fingers were too tight in Francis’s hair now, but Francis let him twist them until he almost wanted to cry out.

“You must be in love with me,” Charles said quietly, watching Francis’s face shift in pain. “Otherwise you’d be driving to the hospital, the rate your pulse’s at,” and Francis blinked at his treacherous heart, as if sheer willforce could slow its onslaught, as if pebbles could stop a tidal wave.

“I’m not in love with anyone,” Francis said slowly.

“I’m not in love with you,” Charles replied, and kissed him, too hard. 

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fic: darling, i'm drunk. [30 Jan 2011|10:57pm]

darling, i'm drunk.
the secret history.
charles/camilla. r. charles spends the years after their separation, studying social anthropology from bar stools and learning to paint the letters of his sister’s name onto the skin of other women with his tongue. 2300 words. for martyr4mylove4u as our official start of incest'11.

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[09 Aug 2010|09:20pm]

The Secret History has been my favorite book for years. This is the first time I've ever thought of taking a peek around on the internet to see if anyone else loves it, since it's not well known by any means. I was hoping to poke around and see if anyone here was still around perhaps? I just reread it for the first time in a year and my love for these characters has been born anew. I forgot how beautifully illustrated they all are.

If anyone is still here, let me know. Lets discuss. Let's be geeks. Embarrassing internet fans. etc. etc.
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A Question and a Whiffenpoof [15 Jan 2010|07:45pm]

[ mood | curious ]

Right, this place looks pretty... redistributed.

But just in case someone still reads this: hi, I'm new, and I come bearing a question and a silly gift.

Question first: I talked to my Latin teacher about this book when I'd just finished it, and she said what she found most disturbing in it (probably because of her job) was Julian, how he discovers that he's lost control of these carefully groomed pupils, discovers how far it's gone, and then just runs off.
So I was wondering - this book has a lot of aspects, but one can't deny that it's chilling. Which parts of it did the people here find most disturbing?

And a little something silly I came across on youtube, hope it hasn't been posted before. Baa baa baa.

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the secret history fantasy casting [15 Mar 2009|04:53pm]

Hey The Secret History fans! This community looks kind of dead, but I thought I'd post anyway in the hope that someone still reads it.

I read the novel for the time last last month and I absolutely fell in love with it. It's been stuck in my mind ever since-- so much so that I ended up doing my fantasy casting for recastaway on it.

If you're interested you can check it out here. And feel free to post your own casting in the community, if you have one!
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New Christian Photo [30 Dec 2008|01:54pm]

The other one was deleted. Here's a different one- reminds me of Henry.

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Casting The Secret History... again. [03 Dec 2008|05:16pm]

I posted this casting of "The Secret History" over at picspammy ages ago - but somehow completely forgot to post it here!  I am rectifying that immediately.

I started working on how I would cast the book before I even finished it. Donna Tartt's characters are just so alive it is hard not to picture them in real life. I know this book has been casted by fans everywhere, so please no hate if you disagree!

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[03 Oct 2008|12:26am]

I'm so happy to have found that community! I've read The Secret History at least 10 times, it's probably one of the best books ever written and surely my favourite! I memorized some parts at the point that I can repeat them almost word for word...
"Simon Woods as Francis Abernathy": oh, God, he's PERFECT!
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[02 Oct 2008|03:20pm]

I was thinking Julian should be a little older with a little more European sophistication. Maybe
Udo Kier who was in Shadow of the Vampire.

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Casting 'The Secret History' [10 Apr 2008|07:03pm]

Alright, I am ever-hoping that this will become a film. If it does. Here are my casting choices. Try to imagine them AS the characters, and not as the characters in the films in which they've played previously.
And yes, I know there are a lot of Harry Potter actors. It just worked out that way.

Sean Biggerstaff as Richard Papen-
Thinner, paler, more American. Yes.

Christian Coulson as Henry Winter-
Bespectacled- he's already evil enough.

Scarlett and Hunter Johansson as Camilla and Charles Macaulay-
I think it could work... maybe.

Robert Pattison as Bunny Corcoran-
Definitely heavier, bespectacled, and far more of a jerk than Cedric Diggory.

Simon Woods as Francis Abernathy-
If you saw 'Rome', you would know that he is certainly evil enough for this part.

Robert Sean Leonard as Julian-
Yes, yes, yes. For one, he read out the audiobook. Secondly, he just needs to be Julian.

So, there is my cast. What do you all think?
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ISO TSH characters for roleplay! [07 Feb 2008|11:51am]

If this is too offtopic, feel free to delete it. We have a Camilla Macaulay player in the game, and we may be getting a Bunny Corcoran, so we're definitely looking for more characters from The Secret History! Note: We may be picky when it comes to Henry. XD

jordan_college is looking for The Secret History characters for a new RPG!

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TS ELLIOT [20 Jan 2008|11:58pm]

I want to ask about the influences of the secret history, i think the most influence of Donna tartt was Ts elliot, what do you think about this?.

I´m sorry about my terrible English! i´m from Spain, i´m really sorry.

PS: Someone knows something about the new project of Donna? i listened something about a lift a year ago but i have no idea.

Thank you!
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Happy early holiday for my favorite classic students~ [15 Jan 2008|05:55pm]

[ mood | ditzy ]

Anyways, I stole this from another LJ user in another one of my fandoms.

And, basically, I want to give cute little cards to my fandom friends this v-day season.
Click the link below for more information!


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thesis [10 Jan 2008|04:34pm]

I'm trying to weave Donna Tartt's The Secret History into my master's thesis. I study 19C Gothic literature, but I'm dedicated to working The Secret History into my thesis. Is anyone else doing academic work on this novel? I'm looking for fellow Tartt scholars. globalgothicgirl@yahoo.ca 

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Hmm... [06 Jan 2008|01:47am]

[ mood | thoughtful ]

I think I am definitely going to have to write one of these, I just don't know how to go about it yet...

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Inspired! [27 Dec 2007|09:54pm]

[ mood | chipper ]

After work today, I decided to make myself a delicious dinner. And, on a whim, I decided to make a marmalade and cream cheese sandwich [just like our favorite incestual twins!]

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Pls to comment with Secret History fanfic you know of [27 Dec 2007|10:38pm]

I linked some in the comments to thatdrncat's post, but I think this probably ought to have its own post.

So: here are the ones I know about. It's a very short list -- give me more, please!

"θυμούμαι" by likecharity (Charles/Camilla, PG-13)

"House of Cards" by Kay Taylor (Henry/Camilla, Charles/Francis, Charles/Camilla, X)

"Disclosure" by Helarctos (Charles/Camilla, Henry/Camilla)

"Proposition" by Helarctos (Henry/Francis)

"Opacity" by highfantastical (Richard/Francis, PG-13)

"Impure", by ganeris (Charles/Camilla and unseen voyeur Bunny, R)

"Judas Kiss" by ganeris (Bunny, PG-13)

"Enough" by ganeris (Henry and Bunny in Rome, gen)

"Simply Messing About in Boats", by riyan_bluechell (Francis/Richard)

Fics hosted at yuletidetreasure.org for the Yuletide fic exchange:
for now I'm just going to link to the page of all of them, as the authors for 2007 haven't been revealed yet

I don't know where else to look, and I'd love to read more -- and in the past week we've had a couple of posts about wanting to read more TSH fic as well. So bring it on!
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Hello... [27 Dec 2007|12:38am]

Hi, I found this community and was very interested to find that we were reading 'The Secret History' at the same time, but had no one to talk to about it because of its faded glory. Anyway, I would love to see fanfiction from this, and I agree that the fandom should be re-established^^
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I'm about half-way through the book... [22 Dec 2007|12:24am]

[ mood | chipper ]

And it's pretty hard-core so far.
And....I have this inexplicable urge to write smutty-slash between Henry and Francis.
But....I know I need to finish the book first.
Anyways, I just want to say that this fandom should be re-vived and alive.
And that...I am so tempted to read all of this communities posts and I'm using all of my power to resist the temptation...

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