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Jun. 13th, 2012
Podfic rec: Sherlock
Jun. 13th, 2012 06:57 pm"The Inexactitude of Loss" by phantomjam, read by cath | Sherlock/John | Post-Reichenbach | John, Thompson, and the therapeutic method: limping towards normality. | 1hr. 43min.
If you want to have a good cry, listen to this podfic, wonderfully read by cath. John's grief is a character of its own in this fic, so palpable it hurts. And the music cath chose, Rob Dougan's Clubbed to Death, fits it perfectly. The last few moments made me literally burst into tears.
Any minute now they’ll say their goodbyes and she’ll be off. Their paths might cross again, they might not. This meeting feels like something more than coincidence. It feels orchestrated: part of a plan, a tying up of loose ends. John’s been having this feeling for a while, like all the possible avenues of his life are closing down, one by one, funnelling him onto this single, inevitable path.
At this rate it might end up tying him out of existence, out of all feeling. A little parcel, neatly tied: here lies John Watson; doctor, accomplice, friend. Labelled and boxed like all that is left of Sherlock Holmes, tidied away at the bottom of John’s wardrobe.
If you want to have a good cry, listen to this podfic, wonderfully read by cath. John's grief is a character of its own in this fic, so palpable it hurts. And the music cath chose, Rob Dougan's Clubbed to Death, fits it perfectly. The last few moments made me literally burst into tears.
