First, I received an excellent
Day of the Triffids fanfic for Yuletide this year.
So Late Into The Night is Walter Lucknor's journal from after the catastrophe, and it's sad and dark and foreboding, very much in the spirit of the book.
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I posted two stories for my recipient,
miss_morland, this year, both in the
Around the World in Eighty Days fandom.
But Little Conversation was my main assignment--three missing scenes focusing on Passepartout and Fix's changing relationship during the book.
Showing What Happened Aboard The Train From Omaha To Chicago is shorter, a missing scene about the four travelers on the last stage of their American journey.
Extensive rambling about the source text follows:
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This year I got assigned to write fic about one of my very favorite books, Jules Verne's
Around the World in Eighty Days, and I promptly used the assignment as an excuse to thoroughly immerse myself in fangirling the book for a solid month. I don't have a whole lot to say about my stories themselves, but now that authors have been revealed, I thought it might be fun to post some of my observations from all that time spent with the book. Most of this post is excerpted from stuff I wrote at the time in my daily
750words.
( Lengthy rant on two translations )( Points about Towle's text )( Points about Passepartout/Fix )( Research and resources )One more thing related to
Around the World in Eighty Days. My mom and I spent Christmas in London last week, and she graciously agreed to walk with me from Savile Row to the Reform Club. Phileas Fogg accomplishes this walk daily by "[putting] his right foot before his left five hundred and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right five hundred and seventy-six times," i.e. in 1151 steps. It took us 1460 steps. However, Mr. Fogg is taller than we are, and walks more efficiently--for instance, he knows to walk around the
inside edge of St. James's Square, and quite probably crosses Pall Mall right in front of the Reform Club instead of going down to the corner.
Also, we started our walk at No. 17, Savile Row... because I was under the impression that was where Sheridan died. Upon looking it up, it turns out that was No. 14. Whoops. Either way, it's a shorter walk if you were to actually start at No. 7.