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⌈ Secret Post #4206 ⌋

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Comments

[sugaredviolets]

I often find it feels "smaller", like I read a lot into it that I realise wasn't there.

For example, a few weeks ago I finished rewatching Star Trek TOS. I used to be obsessed with the show and all the subtle Kirk/Spock and the theme of everyone being miserable and lonely in their actually dystopian world. This time it just seemed quaint with shallow lore and a feeling that the writers just made stuff up from script to script as it was needed with no running arcs.

I guess I have a very overactive headcanon as it's happened several times for me.

[(Anonymous)]

I often find it feels "smaller", like I read a lot into it that I realise wasn't there.

For me, it's often the opposite. I can see just how good the writers of my youth were - people like Rosemary Sutcliff and Arthur Ransome.

The biggest shock of the lot was re-reading Biggles books set in the First World War. As a child I'd read them as adventure stories. As an adult, I was boggling all the way. Those boys were less than twenty years old, most of them, and it was the most horrifically dangerous aspect of the war. 19 year old Biggles seemed so grown up to me on the first read; as an adult my thought was, "My god, he's so young." And the author was a pilot himself, after serving at Gallipolli, and he saw his observer killed...

Many of the stories of that era, the inter-war and post-war years, are really, really good.