I wanna be a theologhy and mythology nerd too, but I don't know what books to read and what places in the internet to go to? Where and how do you satisfy this amazing nerdiness?
Lol, thank you for this very cute ask - where do I go to satisfy this amazing nerdiness? These days, my own head, mostly. But if you want to fall headfirst into this kind of things, what I can suggest is 1) have a look at the original texts, 2) plunge into authors who’re good at world-building and 3) maybe read a bit of non-fiction about the culture, as well.
As I said in that other post, I think you can tell people for whom world-building is more a chore than a joy, and it doesn’t have to do with what they’re writing, either - you find some fantasy books where things are very mechanic, while other people are clearly insane and almost live inside their thing, you know? and make it come alive.
My book rec for mythology would certainly include writers like Neil Gaiman, Morgan Llywelyn, Pat O’Shea, Diana Wynne Jones, Mary Renault, Philip Pullman, Gabriel García Marquez…some of it is more magic realism than ‘true’ fantasy or historical novel, but I find them all wonderful authors. I can also suggest fairy tales - many of the original versions are incredibly trippy, and you should definitely have a look at Italo Calvino’s or W. B. Yeats’ collections. Growing up, I also read every monster encyclopedia I could find (I’m currently enjoying Shigeru Mizuki’s work), looked at a lot of art books, and was mostly moved to tears by studies such as Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces and Sir James Frazer’s The Golden Bough.
But it’s a journey, really.
The thing is, I think it’s hard to define what mythology is - the boundary with folklore and fairy tales is pretty thin, and since mythology can be retold in any form, from novel to play to poetry, it’s sort of hard to pin down what is it I’m looking for when I say I’m a nerd for this sort of thing. Maybe what I like is the questioning and the sense of awe and marvel for our world that mythology awakens in us. There is something in those stories, in the idea of gods and monsters, which, when done well, captures the essential mystery of our existences and the landscape stretching out around us, but I feel that how we get there, that’s mostly personal? For me, it was about reading a lot, and reading everything, even books I now recognize are not very good, or accurate, but it was also about studying Greek and Latin, and sitting through dozens of bad movies, and, mostly, walking around in the mountains. The wilderness - for me, that’s how I became a ‘mythology and theology’ nerd - because there is where you feel all those gods and monsters you read about. They come alive in undisturbed nature, in lonely dawns, in the fear that grips you in the dead of night (not the bad fear - the fear you’ll be attacked and mugged and left for dead in a ditch, but that other fear - the realization that you don’t know what goes on in the dark, that you’re just a tiny person in a boundless, expanding universe, that you don’t know, will never know, if that sudden cold you feel are ghosts or your brain playing tricks on you - worse, you don’t know which option scares you the most). So, if you can, when you can - I don’t want to go all Shakira on you, but try everything - do everything - travel, push yourself to your limits. In every culture, mythology is about giving an answer to those things you feel inside yourself, and I think the one way to really get what these stories are about is to allow yourself to feel these things in the first place, without fear or self-doubt - to just be.
i feel like i should do something special? maybe a follow forever? something to thank all the amazing people i’ve met on tumblr. i’m not sure yet, but i would like to say a little something.
i’m not great with words, but i do want to say really quickly to you all that i’m so thankful for every person i’ve encountered on this site. y’all make my life so much better, so much richer, and i’m so glad i’ve found a community here. it means so so much to me, more than i can ever express.
The final chapter of ashes is up on FF and AO3. I’m so emotional about this right now guys, but I’m proud of what this story became, and I hope you love the final installment as much as I loved writing it. On to the next story. As always, please read and review!
so my psychologist AGREES WITH ME that my mom being so damn pushy about my sleep schedule is BAD and that I should be allowed to be up until 3 am if I so please (though she does say I shouldnt stay up past then) and so I went home feeling vindicated to pass that on to my parents but NO my mom had to go on and on about “but doesnt she mean ONE am??” and “it’s just NOT HEALTHY” and most bafflingly of all “are you having a manic episode?” (baffling because first of all i havent got bipolar disorder nor has anyone i know suspected that i have it to my knowledge, and she does not know i have bpd or psychosis, so basically they dont know of me having anything whatsoever that could cause that, AND i am absolutely NOT having one of those big upswing moods i get sometimes right now so i dont understand how my current state could even vaguely resemble mania) and continued with that until i was too overwhelmed to remain in the room without having a breakdown and so i said i was gonna go outside because for YEARS every therapist i have had as well as my parents have all been telling me that i should REMOVE MYSELF FROM THE SITUATION when i am about to fall apart but NO my dad like, wanted to tell me shit like he wanted to tell me not to water the plants because they had already been watered AS THOUGH I would have been watering anything in the state i was in?? and that delayed my exit long enough that i did end up having a total horrible meltdown in front of my family. so uh. that was. bad.
Can I have a minute? I’ve gotta tell you something. I heard that someone likes you, And it might be nothing but he’s right in front of you.
He’s kinda my size, Don’t look back ‘cause he’s looking. I think you know him, But you just don’t know that he’s right in front of you.
Baby, you’ve been talking to him nearly every day, He really likes all the games that you play. He told me to tell you to see what you’d say, Before he jumps in and he asks for a date.
'Cause I’ve got this friend who’s crazy about you, I’ve got this friend who can’t be without you, I’ve got this friend and I wish I could see, How this would end if you knew it was me.
Something I have to tell you, He plays the bass guitar. He thinks you’d like him better If he had a car but now he’s right in front of you.
Baby, you’ve been talking to him nearly every day, He really likes all the games that you play. He told me to tell you to see what you’d say, Before he jumps in and he asks for that date.
'Cause I’ve got this friend who’s crazy about you, I’ve got this friend who can’t be without you, I’ve got this friend and I wish I could see, See what you’d say if I told you it was me.
Talking to you nearly every day, And I really like all the games that you play, So I want to tell you to see what you’d say, Before I jump in and I ask for that date.
I’ve been that friend, I’ve been that friend.
I’ve been that friend and I wish I could see, How this would end if you knew it was me.
Talking to you nearly every day, I really like all the games that you play, I wanna tell you to see what you say, Before I jump in and I ask for that date.
'Cause I’ve been that friend who’s crazy about you, I’ve been that friend who can’t live without you, I’ve been that friend who wants to be with you, I’ve been that friend who wants to be near you. 'Cause I’ve been that friend and I wish I could see, How this would end if you knew it was me.
A Memorial Confession written by @rirutania an art trade fic for ImagineDanse (read this Rirutania is an amazing writer and it’s so good)
Dawn fell on the lonely, shattered window where shards littered the floor like a thousand transparent daggers. Despite the shimmering rays of gold sent streaming through the windowless panes, it lent the house a sense of cynical abandonment. Shedding herself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, Angel blinked toward the sun as it brought a new day. A day she was never promised, but nonetheless glad to see. She lay upon the bed, basking in the nascent rays as they kissed her skin, allowing the moment to soothe her to the core. Rays of gilded light cast squares upon the disheveled tiles on the floor, resplendent upon several objects in the room of which decorated the otherwise simplistic space. Angel blinked a few times more, attempting to adjust to the illumination directed her way as the sun slowly rose above the horizon.
i’ve had so much caffeine today which was a massive mistake and i’m trying to sort loads of paperwork which stresses me out so much. listen kids; try to at least throw things in the same direction or maybe even put all your papers in a box so at least they’re together. i did nothing while my gran was ill and then absolutely nothing after she passed and now it’s been like 5 months and i’m trying to track down all these pieces of paper and work out what i need to get signed and.
see. this ^ is why i need to quit it with the caffeine.