Looking back on the past decade or so, it’s almost impossible to remember a time in which I was not either surrounded by books or scribbling my own silly stories on a notebook. I was twelve, I think, when I wrote my first disgraceful piece of fanfiction in collaboration with a classmate—it was about the manga Naruto, with our own original characters (or OCs) thrown into the mix, and not so bad on the narrative aspect for a couple of preteens but absolutely terrible in everything else. I must have been around the same age when I was introduced to the concept of the Mary Sue, a monster of epic proportions any self-respectable writer should avoid at all costs. What am I trying to transmit by sharing this insignificant episode of my life? Well, I recently turned twenty-three and still partake in writing fiction, but in the last ten years I have become a considerably more active author, reader and reviewer in such websites, and I have the feeling certain attitudes have not changed in the slightest over those long ten years.
I’m back, with a serious itch to write nontstop and nothing better to do, so… here I present, to whom it may concern, a humble review of an indie horror game I recently completed and absolutely loved.
Fran Bow is an interactive graphic adventure created by Killmonday Games, a Swedish game studio founded in 2012 by Natalia Figueroa and Isak Martinsson.
The game begins, and we are introduced to young and joyful Fran Bow Dagenhart, a girl of ten who loves her family. Through a series of black and white slides we see her happily at home with her parents and her aunt, and how they give her a beautiful black kitty called Mr Midnight who immediately becomes her best friend in the whole world. The story is sweet and endearing… then a ghostly demon-like skull appears on her window one night and everything goes downhill.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
This is an interesting topic that has been going around in my head for several months now like an annoying bug. It was something that deeply fascinated me at the time when I stumbled upon it purely by chance, and I really wanted to write about it if only to satiate my own selfish desire – plus, this way I finally get myself to publish something here after this never-ending drought. I talked about it in my Twitter account with all the limitations that 140-character posts entail and my followers seemed to enjoy it, so I hope this extended version is also well-received.
The title gives the surprise away: this article addresses several issues within the universe of Silent Hill. More specifically, the symbolism attached to the story and its monsters, and the significance this holds on understanding and fully experiencing the story.
Last winter I became suddenly and helplessly obsessed with this franchise. Even though I liked it before, for some reason it called to me like a siren all of a sudden and I couldn’t help but lose myself deeper and deeper into its lore. This would be the perfect theme for a dissertation if I happened to study something related to Psychology but, sadly, that’s not the case.
If you are actually reading this, I will go ahead and guess you are more or less familiar with these games or at least have seen the movies and have a general idea of what is going on here. For those who perhaps are not so acquainted with this universe, I will make a brief summary anyway, just to cover every front.
Before you continue, note that this piece of writing deals with serious and potentially disturbing topics that may make some readers uncomfortable, like gore, torture and rape. Also, there are countless spoilers about the series, obviously. Consider this a trigger warning if you don’t want to read about those things.
This place has been abandoned for a really long time. I honestly feel awful about it. I had (and still have) numerous ideas to write about books, perhaps even movies, but I can’t seemingly find the time or the motivation. One can only hope I will actually do it – preferably sooner than later.
Just for the sake of publishing something, and since I already uploaded a literature essay to the blog anyway, I’m going to leave here my portion of a group essay we recently did for my “Cinema and Literature in the English Language” class. This is not the whole project, just the second part, which is the one I wrote. We chose to explore the topic of fiction and reality through four different movies (The Purple Rose of Cairo, The Truman Show, Matrix and Birdman) and literary references that deal with this dichotomy, how the lines that separate both concepts are sometimes blurred.
(Once more, I won’t take kindly if someone copies this and presents it as his/hers in a blatant act of disrespectfulness and plagiarism. I already warned you.)
University is giving me little time to finish that Wuthering Heights review, as well as the following post (which it’s already in the making), so… while I work on that, here you have a small contribution like the one posted last week. This time, also inspired by events transpired in Twitter.
At some point, the account @HollowCrownFans (created in honour to the magnificent BBC adaptation of Shakespeare’s Henriad) inaugurated a lovely tradition dubbed ‘Shakespeare Sunday’. It consists on people from all over the world sharing quotes on Shakespearean plays and poems each Sunday through their Twitter profiles. As of late, these special Sundays also come with a concrete theme. I have been participating for a couple of months now, sharing my favourite quotes in that regard and learning some new ones. I hope they don’t mind me writing about it here.
So… today is Sunday – Shakespeare Sunday! – and the theme proposed was “power and leadership”. This immediately brought to mind Henry IV (Part 1 and 2) and Henry V, the two (or three) works of the Henriad I have recently read for my classes; and, coincidentally, what I planned to write about after Wuthering Heights. Some of my selected quotes had already been used (oh, Saint Crispin’s Day speech), so I chose the scene in which Prince Hal and the rebel Harry Percy ‘Hotspur’ confront one another in the battlefield. It’s one of more intense moments in this first part of Henry IV, also gorgeously depicted in The Hollow Crown series. I must say, Prince Hal – Harry, future Henry V – has already become one of my favourite Shakespearean characters.
Until we talk about it more thoroughly, here you have the quote. This is a longer version than the one I used in Twitter, for obvious reasons – the fateful encounter between Prince Hal and the leader of the rebellion. Continue reading
How to inaugurate the blog? I wondered. One of the circumstances that pushed me to create it was my enthusiasm towards literature. Books were always a passion of mine but, for some reason, after finishing high school I did not read as much as I used to before. However, these last two years of studying British works properly have awakened that fire again (thank you, Shakespeare). I had serious doubts regarding whether my knowledge and my writing skills would be sufficient for the task, but this morning I received the grade for an essay about Wuthering Heights and, well, let’s say that an A+ encourages anyone. Although I did want to share it from the very beginning (since my Twitter timeline has been hearing about the goddamn essay nonstop for weeks), it makes me feel somewhat self-conscious. This is the first and only essay I have ever written. I seriously doubt it is good enough as to receive such a high grade, but I poured a lot of effort into it (and re-wrote it at least fifteen times), so I would like to thing it is rather decent.
Before you continue reading, it would be wise for me explain that this story touched me in a very personal (even incomprehensible) way, as you will be able to read in a review about the book in another post. The original premise for the essay was to somehow condemn Heathcliff’s blind vengeance but, as I reached the end of the book and started writing the first draft for the assignment, my animosity turned into downright empathy and the theme of the essay turned into a deep exploration of the protagonist’s emotions and intentions – and of his love for Catherine. The full explanation behind my personal view will be found in the future review, anyway.
I would like to remind the readers that you can’t in any way plagiarise my work. If that happens, I will find out and the consequences won’t be pretty. (Read that with Liam Neeson’s voice.)
Without further ado, here you go:
(Beware sensitive people: tons of feelings and spoilers.)
Hello, hypothetical readers! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
The idea of creating a blog has been going round inside my head for some time now, despite my disastrous experience with these sites in the past. This is supposed to be a means to help me practise writing and share interesting information, as well as personal reviews, about literature and poetry (and probably also movies, history, and even music). I won’t lie: I am an utter disaster when it comes to updating, but I promise I will try to write here on a more or less regular basis.
First of all – English is not my mother tongue. However, I usually write and read in English, since that is what I study at university, so… this is the language I will use here, unless some day I feel particularly lazy and feel like writing in Spanish. I apologize in advance if you find any mistakes (it would be great if you point them out to me), although I usually re-read everything before uploading a post.
Also, as you can see in the sidebar I don’t authorize deliberate plagiarism of my writings. I don’t mind if you quote or share them, but only adding my name and specifying where the content came from. To be on the safe side, ask me so that I can give you permission.
So… welcome to my blog! I hope you all enjoy what is shared here and find it interesting. ✿