No power on earth was going to dissuade Mary Renault from writing exactly what she wanted, and if that were not true we would probably not have ANY of her gay novels. But sometimes the fact that it also produced all these Oedipal complexes is just a lot.
I have spent a certain amount of time wailing "MARY RENAULT, I WISH I COULD QUIT YOU," but really that's a lie. Not only am I incapable of quitting, but in my heart I don't even really want to.
I will say that Fire from Heaven may have completely warped my understanding of "positive" and "adorable," and Alexander/Hephaistion might only look like that in comparison with all the other complete disaster relationships in the book. "Oh my God, you guys are actually nice to each other and don't harbor any secretly murdery impulses towards each other!" I gasped, weeping with joy.
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I have spent a certain amount of time wailing "MARY RENAULT, I WISH I COULD QUIT YOU," but really that's a lie. Not only am I incapable of quitting, but in my heart I don't even really want to.
I will say that Fire from Heaven may have completely warped my understanding of "positive" and "adorable," and Alexander/Hephaistion might only look like that in comparison with all the other complete disaster relationships in the book. "Oh my God, you guys are actually nice to each other and don't harbor any secretly murdery impulses towards each other!" I gasped, weeping with joy.