Exponential63 said a bunch of new Maurice fics were on AO3 and I decided to throw a drabble up here in honor of the occasion. Remember - I do not normally write these two, so save your tomatoes, pitchforks and torches for a better target…
“Do you miss it?”
Maurice wasn’t surprised he hadn’t heard Alec come up behind him as he looked out onto the snowy meadow from the window of their tiny cabin. The man had the stealth of a fox.
“Having a grand Christmas. The food and wine and dancing in those big houses. Had to have been a splendid time, especially since you didn’t have to do the preparations or the cleaning up afterwards.”
Maurice smiled at his lover and wondered, not for the first time, how he had found such luck in this life. Luck he surely did not deserve, but clung to, nonetheless.
“It was. Christmas was a beautiful time and I did look forward to the festivities, as silly as they could sometimes be. And what of you? Do you miss your celebrations?”
“A little. Eating, singing, visiting… the whole family being decent to each other, which is saying something with my family. There’s grudges in my blood older than me!”
Maurice gazed at the man he loved and felt an ugly curl of guilt in his stomach. It was one that rose from time to time and today, it was as thick and black as it ever was.
“You could have it again, Alec. You could leave right now and be with them. Christmas… the season of forgiveness… they would take you back. Welcome you home and you could have a life again. One day, you might find someone acceptable to marry and have a life. I… I cannot, but you can. If you leave now, I shall not hate you for it. I shall not, for a moment, feel betrayed or forsaken because I love you deeply and endlessly and want only for you the utmost happiness. You could be home before nightfall, Alec, ready to go forth into the a…arms of your family and…”
Maurice felt his words beginning to fracture and turned away before his lover saw any further evidence of his weakness. It would be the end of his life if Alec accepted his offer. He would not see a month before he met his own quiet passing, but it was a small price to pay for his dear Alec to have a full and joyful life.
Alec looked at Maurice, lit softly by the gentle winter sunshine and smiled widely before wrapping his arms around his tall, golden treasure.
“You really are stupid, aren’t you? My family’s right here, so here’s where I’ll be staying, thank you very much. Imagine thinking I’d go anywhere and leave you behind. It’s just my luck I love a stupid man.”
Tightening his grip, Alec pressed himself against Maurice’s back and gave his dearest companion time to collect himself before turning Maurice around and gazing up into his slightly-moist eyes.
“How about we take a walk? Nothing better than a good walk on Christmas day, especially when there’s fresh snow on the ground.”
Maurice leaned over and placed a small kiss on Alec’s forehead before taking him in a firm, nearly desperate, embrace.
“I would like that. Perhaps… it can be a tradition. Christmas is about traditions, is it not?”
“I suppose it is. Nice long Christmas day walk is our new Christmas tradition. Very good suggestion, Mr. Hall.”
Antony Sher, self portrait as Arnold Beckoff in Torch Song Trilogy (1989) and portrait of Rupert Graves (1986)
So not only is Antony Sher (definitely) one of the greatest stage actors of his generation and (possibly) of all time, he’s a great writer and a disgustingly good artist too. These are from Characters, a book of his sketches and paintings that I have owned for a disturbingly long time.
Late (but great) update: I’ve had a lot of fun with this so I thought I’d share. Yesterday evening, as a part of my usual “Goodnight Graves” mini-spam, I reblogged a naked (but safely flaccid) picture of the delicious Mr G.
Considering yesterday was Penis Friday, it was probably the most innocuous thing you could find under that tag but I ended up losing eight followers in under ten minutes! (Bye then!)
I went to bed and didn’t think a lot more of it and then all sorts of hilarious messages and even a post appeared overnight (as well as more than the eight followers who left!) which has had me smiling all day ;D You lot are the best!
P.S. Just in case there is anyone left who is unclear on this one - I don’t reblog porn on this blog (I don’t mind porn, it just doesn’t fit in here) but I will reblog pictures of the naked human body in non-sexual situations (esp. if said body belongs to Mr Graves ;) )
Anyway, onto more important Rupert-related things. As it is his birthday on 30th June, please may I draw your attention to the following:
[based on this post of mine][fell free to add an synopsis because I thought mine would look just really bad since english is not my mother tongue]
The silly title because in my mind this movie would just be the nothardthinking at all comedy of all time, with just a lot of romantic scenes between those two while Meghan Trainor or Ingrid Michaelson plays in the background.
Here, have this video of Rupert Graves, age 24, in his second movie ever, kissing a dude.
Does anyone else remember when I posted that thing about nudity in A Room With a View vs. Maurice and received a very thorough guide to nudity in Maurice, book and film? (many thanks for that, by the way, exponential63)
I hadn’t actually read or seen Maurice, and now I have done both. And can I just say, for any of my tumblr friends who a) like queer lit, and/or b) want to see a very young Rupert Graves be very naked: DO IT.
Maurice was written by EM Forster in 1913 and published posthumously in 1971, and it has SO MANY THINGS that I look for in queer lit and wasn’t expecting to find in something written so long ago. Things like evolving sexuality and (what I interpret as) some form of asexuality and positive endings. And EM Forster’s writing, which I love.
Basically it’s a great novel, and as a bonus you get to watch Rupert Graves rub his mouth on James Wilby’s ear.
Alrighty roo… this one is from The Shop Boyand is a typical bit of kid Sherlock nonsense…
If he seeks legal recourse for your belly-bullying, we shall be cast into the life of tent-inhabiting panhandlers, seeking nuts and roots to fill our hungry mouths and I have not a reference book to find items that shall not immediately strike us down with their bitter toxins!
I’m hoping all these things will be cancelled out by the US pilot ‘Original Sin’ being picked up and then being ah-mazing and running for at least seven series and Rupert winning every award going… Hey, we can dream, right?
I didn’t heard about it… It sounds really interesting! Yes!
You know how everyone was joking about Lady Gaga and all her flop those last years but then at the Oscars she was just fucking beautiful and amazing?! Rupert is gonna have this moment too. We are all gonna be here talking about the bad scripts and then suddenly *amazing script appears and he shows the world his fucking amazing acting in something really deep* and we are gonna be at the corner like “You go, honeeeeeeeeyyyy”
*Solidarity hug* Doing VK must have been Rupert’s own choice (YES, I KNOW): the German Pilcher dramas pay REALLY well. Lots of good British actors do them – probably hoping no one outside Germany will see it, but OH DEAR the internet…
*hugs back* Oh gosh, it was like this really, really, really shitty soap opera (and I can be a really expert about this subject). Oh well, then I ask for a petition to Rupert be on a soap opera here from one of our good writers (they are the minority but they can be fucking good, thank God). And then we can see Rupert on something overly dramatic but really good. Which was really not the case of this one. Plus: some photos of him at the beach?
Since I was tagged by exponential63, I’ve been thinking about what GREY or BLACK books to choose… It ended up with books with kinda interesting connections. And I’ve got to admit I’ve only finished reading two out of six lol Those are marked with *
* The City and the Pillar by Gore Vidal
- On Queer Streetby Hugh David (Bought for my graduation dissertation - partially read)
- Brideshead Revisitedby Evelyn Waugh (The cover looks nice - hasn’t been touched for YEARS)
- Nagasaki: The British Experience, 1854-1945 by Brian Burke-Gaffney (My husband has read this book twice; by a long-time Nagasaki resident Canadian professor)
- Nagasakiby Craig Collie
* The Diary of a Young Girlby Anne Frank
- American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin
As you might have guessed it, the first three deal with sexuality. The last four are ultimately about Nagasaki - with Anne Frank book on the Second World War which towards the end a bomb(as a resulf of the Manhattan Project led by Oppenheimer) devastated my hometown.
Thank you exponential63 for giving me this opportunity to look into my bookshelf! So many books to read, so little time (sigh). And I’ve realised I haven’t got many novels in my mother tongue …time to search for Japanese classics or discover bright young writers out there :)
I’m going to tag glowinginahuddle (Always love your posts) . The colour is Blue or Green! Don’t get stressed about it, try it ONLY when you’ve got time to kill…
Fans have been pleading for a Blu-ray of Maurice for as long as Blu-rays have existed. :(( I fervently hoped/believed we’d get a Maurice Blu-ray in 2012 for its 25th anniversary, but NOTHING HAPPENED. A new Blu-ray of A Room With a View came out in Aug 2015 – but ARWAV has a different rights owner, so sadly we can’t assume Maurice will follow. The background: the distribution rights to Ivory’s films are a complicated mess: see my ‘merchant ivory collection’ and ‘criterion’ tags for more detail.
I read something about that but I didn’t quite understand it so I will definitely check your tags to get more insight on the issue.
I just hope there will be a solution for all these problems, so Maurice can get the blu-ray it deserves, until then I will cherish my dvd copy…
…and only 30 seconds of Maurice is casually full-frontal. I must admit it always amuses me slightly when the internet gets overexcited about it. :) Ivory’s attitude was more ‘no one IRL holds a casually draped towel over their bits, so why do it in movies?’
omg that’s incredibly delightful. it’s a pretty sensible attittude to take, too.
(ngl I could have done without seeing Mr. Beebe run naked through the forest, but it did add in that sense of the Dioynsian madness that follows George around.)