Dean used to have a stash of Blue Moon titles, found by chance in a laundromat in El Paso after Sam left, but before he went off on his own. We're talking about some messed-up shit, but compelling. Man, who knew frig really meant something dirty?
Sadly, they went missing after the accident.
If Dean ever searched through Sam's duffle, he'd find a stack of fairly harmless Earl Emerson paperbacks that didn't seem to quite fit right in their covers, some of them with some glue smudges along the edge of the spine.
Lucky for Sam, even if Dean does search Sam's duffle, he's unlikely to pop open a worn copy of Yellow Dog Party or Nervous Laughter.
Hee. Exactly, Matt! But I was also thinking about subconsciously planting the seed of bringing someone back.
God, that was a creepy book.
What's Blue Moon, Plei?
Why do I not know, really, any of the books you're talking about.
Also, insent to you a while ago. A little prezzie. Never mind! I should check my email before I post!
Blue Moon Books is the publisher that reprinted about 95% of the stuff in my Victorian and Edwardian erotica collection.
Earl Emerson writes mysteries with great action scenes, a fabulous sense of place, and craptastic women.
And yes, I made these personal fanon decisions by turning my head left, instead of right.
Right, and Sam would have shoved all of the text of Wanton Women (a trade-sized Blue Moon book) into The Crimson Petal and the White (about the same size, and currently next to the former on my floor, sharing space with Everything's Eventual).
I *just* got why the Emerson books were sort of ... funky. Smart Sam.
I still need to read The Crimson Petal and the White. And I am terribly wary, as well as morbidly fascinated, about the film version of 1407. I love Cusack, but it looks like they took the scariest story in the book, and fucked it right up.
I don't know a damn book that anyone's mentioned other than Kerouac and Pet Semetary, and I haven't read either of those.
Someone created a series of letters... Sam getting drunk and writing nasty notes to Stephen King about how bad his books suck. With notes in the margin by Dean. Hysterical.
I really think Dean's a movie guy and Sam's a book guy. But I like the idea that Dean's got a few that he really likes. (Who likes Gatsby? And also, I wonder if Sam likes Shakespeare...)
Bwah! Do you have that link?
Someone created a series of letters... Sam getting drunk and writing nasty notes to Stephen King about how bad his books suck. With notes in the margin by Dean. Hysterical.
Those are possibly my favorite bits of fic for SPN ever.
Yes, but you fill our shared brain with vampire goodness. So I just figured I could take the Beat stuff.
Ah, it's a division of labor thing. Spiffy!
I could be tempted to get you Visions of Gerard though. Just to watch Pete's eyes roll. Or see if he's lurking here now.
Bwah-ha-ha! No, he's not lurking here. I'm pretty sure of it.
