||[Jun. 5th, 2007|01:07 pm]
Hannibal Rising Fiction
A beautiful, pale face behind a lace curtain.
That image was always with him. Her delicate features exotic to his eyes. Long, black hair that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall. He could feel it flow between his fingers. The cool touch of the silk fabric she wore as it brushed against his fevered skin. Excruciating detail that he tortured himself with night after night.
Still it was a sweet agony and nothing like the nightmare call of memory that burst through his defenses when he closed his eyes to sleep. The only relief he found from his clarity of memory was when he was with her. Sweet oblivion.
I purchased Hannibal Rising as was pleasantly surprised to find how much I liked it. While the brutality of some of it is hard to take at times, I understand the reasoning behind it. Frankly in my imagination I plotted far worse than Hannibal for the men responsible for Mischa's death. And Gaspard did a wonderful job bringing the young Lecter to life. I don't know why so many critics panned it so unfairly and always with the strange caveat...not a bad movie BUT no Silence of the Lambs. Well, DUH.
I think, for myself anyway, the character as potrayed by Gaspard offers me a lot more room to play. Being so young, he is still vulnerable and not quite as skilled as he later becomes. This makes him fallible to human folly. And that makes for good drama. So I am attempting my first Hannibal FF. Above is just a taste (pardon the pun) to see if I am heading in the right direction. Any thoughts gentle readers? Any observations you made of HR? The one about "asking me to stop" was one I hadn't caught and it's delicious!