WHAT COMES BETWEEN SEX AND FEAR???
libraryoftheancients: riker-wears-a-skant: pedicatio: nothingbutthedreams: dorkery: FÜNF I love you. Oh my god. I LOVE LANGUAGE JOKES I should not be laughing anywhere near as much as I am. GERMAN !
OKAY so here’s the thing folks. We said we were gonna update during the week and it did not happen. Because life happened instead. And because working on the same art continuously is a difficult thing to ask of a person when they’re doing it in their spare time. The illustrations for 44 will probably be done soon. HOWEVER we’ve decided to delay its posting just a little while...
I will never, ever forgive Eli Roth for ruining the world “hostel.” A whole generation of Americans who would have no reason to know what a hostel is now largely associate the word with horror, violence, and sexist torture porn. We’re trying to find a good replacement for “bed and breakfast” in this chapter and Allison suggested hostel and I had to say no....
IDIOMS ARE HARD and other stories
Still editing! Meanwhile, there’s three illustrations for this chapter, two of which you saw in progress during the WIP postathon, a third of which has yet to be started and is going to be more time-consuming. Emily will be assisting with the drawing portion of the illustration process, but it is possible that the chapter will not be ready for posting on this day. However even if we do post...
editing is happening AS WE SPEAK
Emily's Dad: Meanwhile, ch 44 is making me laugh
Emily: wait in a good way?
Emily: I mean Doctorow is at top-level sass, so
Emily's Dad: no, the writing is laughably bad
Emily's Dad: yes, it's the Doctorow stuff
we are now sitting together to read through all...
Emily: I'm sorry I read so slow.
Allison: What? I was zoning out.
okay so after yesterday's adventure Emily ended up...
“Tell me about the war,” said Herr Inspektor. Doctorow did not react, putting the cigarette in his mouth and leaning hazardously close to the flames to light it. He leaned back and released a plume of smoke into the cold night air. “No,” he said. “Not until you’ve earned it.” “Earned it?” The Inspector began to protest, but Doctorow interrupted him, handing over the cigarette. “Tell me...
“You’re a goddamn lunatic,” said Doctorow. “You know that?”
in media res!
Herr Inspektor looked up, dazed, and immediately his eyes locked with two others, bright yellow and low to the ground. The wolf stood only a few paces from them, staring at them, still and silent. “Gott verdammt,” hissed Doctorow. His arm was moving slowly and gently, reaching for his gun. “Stay as still as you can.” Herr Inspektor stared at the wolf and the wolf stared back. He felt its eyes...
salparadisewasright replied to your chat: me: It's...
Silly, this is the Internet, where all characters are gay men! Even the women! Even the inanimate objects! Sal sums up the internet.
me: It's really hard for this scene not to be homoerotic.
me: Really, really hard.
“I will try again without the insults,” said Doctorow with a heavy sigh. “You know we can’t keep this up forever. And if we go in too deep and run out of supplies at the center, we’ll be in a heap of shit trying to get out again. I’m trying to keep you alive, Göttingen, do you understand that?” “I understand.” Herr Inspektor continued to stare into the middle distance, the blur of overlapping...
quick fyi: this is not the FULL CHAPTER we're...
“Do you have any idea what it is we’re looking for?” asked Doctorow after another swath of silence had entrenched the air and the earth around them. “Any markings or… signposts?” “Signposts?” The Inspector laughed, a hoarse, pained sound more akin to a cough. “What do you suppose this is, a bed and breakfast?” “I liked you better when you didn’t have a sense of humor,” grumbled Doctorow,...
hladgerd: Wait we don't get to see HI and Doctorow bumbling around the forest trying to catch a rabbit?
me: No, sorry. That is a present for your imagination!
hladgerd: When are we gonna see them cuddling together for warmth
hladgerd: HI is shivering uncontrollably and Doctorow just grumbles something about hypothermia and like scootches over and spoons him
me: Oh god stop tempting me
hladgerd: "What... are you doing" "I'm making sure you don't DIE, Herr Inspektor"
me: I LITERALLY JUST WROTE A LINE LIKE THAT IN DIFFERENT CONTEXT
“They probably think we’re both dead,” grumbled Doctorow as he washed his hands in the freezing water of the Havel River, along which they had been walking for the past ten hours. They had paused for their one meal of the day, some grotesque concoction Doctorow had thrown together with bitter herbs and a haphazardly captured rabbit, and they were now preparing to move on. “I wonder who’s been...
19 November 1929
For a time seemingly interminable they walked, setting up cold, meager campsites when the sun went down, picking themselves up and pressing on when it rose again. The woods sprawled insurmountably about them, the trails in poor condition, the markers faded and the footing uneven. The ground beneath their feet was churned-up mud, half-frozen and often hiding slippery stones or pits of dead leaves....
(yes that is a reference to seasonal affective disorder being made on the 1st of May, because MINNESOTA IS PSYCHOTIC AND TRYING TO KILL ME)
I have a latte, I have an incredibly dorky but...
Thanks ever for your patience.
Ibsen allein in a nutshell
Bud: Doug, what is foreshadowing?
Doug: I'll tell you...... LATER.
Interlude: Ibsen allein →
IT IS A STORY ABOUT A CAT marvel at our narrative ingenuity Hey we are actually updating at Sunday midnight, let’s celebrate!! Hold your breath it may just happen no promises This week’s gorgeous illustration was a collab between Allison and our friend fan and neighbor from across the street, who rendered Herr Inspektor’s kitty in a beautiful pen and paper sketch, which was...
Also: Doctorow's Dog
Doctorow’s dog (a dachshund which he literally just calls Dog) was made canon after beloved fan hladgerd wrote it into a short fanfiction she did some time ago. We loved it, it seemed very accurate to Doctorow, so it has been canonized. The fanfiction can be seen here, located on our Fanworks page.
Grunewald (trans. Green Woods) is a locality within Berlin’s Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf borough (which, for those paying extra close attention, is where Althausen’s villa is located - some distance from the actual forest). Notable residents include physicist Max Planck, whose famous constant has had a mention a couple times in this story in relation to Rainer’s powers of spatial...
PSA (2): The Word "Gyspyfied"
Doctorow uses the word “gypsyfied” to describe Herr Inspektor’s hobo-esque appearance as he prepares to run off into the woods like an idiot. When Emily wrote this, Allison came back with “You really want to use the G-word there??” and Emily said “Yes, I do, because Doctorow has never shown himself to carry any sensitivity toward cultures/sexualities/anyone [see...
Hi friendlies, just a quick note/reminder that if you want to be following Emily and Allison outside of Berlin Confidential, we both have personal blogs! Allison is at avalonauggie.tumblr.com and Emily is at everydaypanic.tumblr.com. In Emily’s case, she made this blog first, so THIS is actually her “default blog,” it’s the one she follows people with and sends replies/asks...
PSA (1): Rape Culture and Emotional Abuse
WHAT A FUN HEADLINE TO START OFF WITH, but, it must be talked about. Spoilers for Chapter 43. In the editing stages, Emily’s dad wondered why Herr Inspektor is so hellbent on Jemand leaving the apartment when he himself is planning to leave pretty much immediately after. It is a little strange, and compromises were reached in the rewrite, but ultimately the scene remains the same. The...
Chapter 43: Into The Woods, To Certain Death →
IT’S FINALLY HERE. Again, a thousand apologies for the lateness, we shall try to do better but it’s a constant process and life is an adventure, etc. In this chapter Herr Inspektor has two important confrontations, one laced with horrible emotional abuse, one with hilarious verbal abuse. Mixin it up. NEXT WEEK: An interlude from the perspective of the cat. Because we’re the...
matporr answered your question: I have a slight...
We do too!! And we would still try our damnedest to meet the Sunday deadline, but it’s just been very difficult. Art is hard, yo. And we hate missing weeks. So I guess this would be a weird compromise. In any case, Chapter 43 is gonna come up not on a Sunday, and the next update will almost definitely go up the ensuing Sunday. So we’ll try to right ourselves at that point. LET’S...
CHAPTER 43 COMING PROBABLY TOMORROW!!!….?!!?! We’re sorry. Life is life, you know how it goes. Honestly at this point we’re very tempted to change our update schedule to “CHAPTERS WILL GO UP WHEN THEY GO UP SO JUST BE READY” since that’s almost basically what it’s been for months anyway??? What do you guys think of that? ???
Chapter 43’s gonna be a little late today, but hopefully it will post sometime before tomorrow. You should know it’s worth it because just wait til you see the illustration, it’s so beautiful. Allison won’t listen to me but. I’m right and she’s silly.
A Word From Emily On The Editing Process
Sometimes I think my dad thinks I want to argue with every edit and criticism he makes - which is fair, because I do argue a lot, because he’s my dad and also we’re just very different in terms of how we perceive the world - but I also wonder if he realizes how much I enjoy being able to debate so intelligently about my character’s motivations with him. He’s a good editor!...
UPDATE: The Final Letter →
Speaks for itself. NEXT WEEK: Herr Inspektor embarks on the last leg of his journey for Part Two. Read Berlin Confidential
Keeping You In The Loop
So we sort of stopped posting without warning there. Life became hectic and posting things to Tumblr became an unwanted addition to the chaos. But the latest is, Emily’s been let go from her job, through no fault of her own, and please withhold your kindhearted words of solace because this is a blessing in disguise. If any of you knew where she was working, you’ll know she hated it and...
Sooooo no update today!! Surprise! It’s Emily’s birthday on Monday so this weekend is all taken up by STUFF. You know, drinking, flopping, crying over Brave with your mom… important things. Now we’re gonna go wrestle a billion toddler cousins. We’ll be back with updates. Party on Garth.
Berlin Confidential: Funes el memorioso →
kewangji: berlinconfidential: So as some of you may have figured out by now, Ireneo comes from Ireneo Funes, eponymous subject of the short story Funes el memorioso (Funes the Memorious) by Argentine writer/poet/essayist and noted badass Jorge Luis Borges. If you don’t know about Borges he is the LEGIT father of magical… Oh! Being not familiar with Borges, I looked him up and then promptly...
Funes el memorioso
So as some of you may have figured out by now, Ireneo comes from Ireneo Funes, eponymous subject of the short story Funes el memorioso (Funes the Memorious) by Argentine writer/poet/essayist and noted badass Jorge Luis Borges. If you don’t know about Borges he is the LEGIT father of magical realism and you should correct that gap in your life enrichment at once. In some ways, La persistencia...
La persistencia de la memoria →
Some stuff about Ireneo. NEXT WEEK: A letter.