Harriet wrote:
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> I just wish she'd played the final line "I didn't kill you, Tarrant.
> Yet." differently - I want it to be the moment when she snaps back into
> her normal, ruthless self, but she does it with a sob.
Granted. Though the hissing sound the tears made on the sand were a nice comment. <g>
>> But that's part of what I like about it, I think. The charming,
> smiling, hollow, unable-to-feel monster who so successfully suppresses
> her very conventional Achilles heel.
Ditto that. Granted, the "even monsters were in love once" idea has been quite often used by now, but if it's done well, why not? Also, there's a slight parallel to Avon and the Anna Grant matter. The love-from-the-past, which caused our cynic to act like a crazed romantic, is a very conventional Achilles heel, too. It makes neither character less ruthless in every day life, but it adds, imho at least, some interesting background.
Come to think of it - if Avon had been on the planet (leaving aside the "they'd killed each other by now" problem), would Servalan have tried to keep up the armour somewhat longer (her seeing him emotionally weak over Anna or Blake is one thing, him seeing her another)?
And the supposed unworthiness of
> Don Keller as the object of her devotion is more or less irrelevant.
> It's not what he was that matters, it's what, for a brief while at a key
> stage of her life, she thought he might be.
Again, same with Anna and Avon.
I like the Rushdie quote - from which book is it?
Tanja