Midge Ure, Warren Cann and a cute little bunny.
Midge Ure, Warren Cann and a cute little bunny.
fangirl challenge -> 7 actors: Jean Dujardin
Mike Wright | Thirty-nine | British | Author | Open
“This calls for a very special blend of psychology and extreme violence.”
There was a point in every person’s life where the insane parted from the normal, the “boring” people who lived their life in a way Mike could only laugh at. If he had to pinpoint this moment in his own, he would most likely tell you about his childhood. Neglected by a mother who spent her time working for their town’s church, and hated by a father who wrongly assumed that his wife loved their son more than himself, Mike would be the reason for a psychologist’s joy because he’d be easy to work with would he actually voice out any of this. Helping his younger sister struggle accepting herself and her body which felt wrong to her, he came into contact with several kinds of sexualities and abnormalities and, unfortunately, also with the hatred, discrimination and violence. Instead of being horrified or scared like everyone believed him to be, Mike found himself being fascinated by the human mind and the way it could split into different behaviours simply because of different stimuli. Most of his childhood from that point, which he would call the moment everything had changed and when his eyes had been opened, was spent reading books about psychology, being able to understand most of them because of his superior intellect; he didn’t saw himself as a god like Hannibal did, more of a passive observer, writing down the way people behaved in stress situations. He came to the conclusion that they were little more than animals, and that they could be played like puppets when he was hardly older than sixteen, finishing school early.
There was something about violence that kept on fascinating him through his studies of criminal psychology and law, something which didn’t want to let him go not even years later when he began to write, trying to work on a novel collecting different examples and theories he had gathered over the years. But somehow, he couldn’t manage to even start, and decided to travel with the money his mother gave him right after graduating. Flying to India over China then to America, Mike met a lot of interesting people, from Native Americans who let him take a look at their traditions, to homophobic and highly religious people in America and Arabia. Over the course of the next months, he shared rooms with Hispanic men searching for a job, smoked weed with a clan living in the tropical forests, and witnessed the execution of a woman in an Arabic country ruled by a dictator. This all led Mike to one conclusion: Humanity wasn’t just one, identical race; each human was different, and he wanted to learn more. He wanted to cut them open, take a look at their hearts, minds and organs, and he wanted to kill. The realisation should have surprised him, but he came to accept it a second after realising it, and tried to find a way to do as he wanted without going to prison. Writing, he realised, was the easiest solution, and he finished his first novel out of a serial killer’s view in a month, sending it to a publishing house in America where it got accepted immediately.
It was less violent than killing on his own, less dirty, and certainly not as illegal. Why risking being imprisoned and killed when he could get the thrill of murdering, executing and analysing by writing alone?
“Killing makes me feel good.”
He had just started writing a new book after returning from a trip to a cannibalistic tribe in South America when he opened the door to his apartement and found a person lying on the floor. Their appearance was one he vaguely recognised, but couldn’t recall where from. Being polite, he decided to take care of the person by giving them food and a roof over their head, taking the news that this was his book character rather calmly - trying to keep the curiosity at bay, and not wanting to give in into the urge to try out his methods on them, because who would miss a person who officially did not exist?
“The greatest thrill is not to kill but to let live…”
Looking at Mike, no one would suspect a person fascinated in murder and violence, more someone who spent his days looking through galleries and hold polite intellectual conversations. Perfectly capable of doing so, Mike chose to spend his time amongst the normal people to analyse them, get to know them. It was simple; entertain them enough to get to know their secrets, use this for his books, and think about killing them in his head. He wouldn’t call himself a psychopath or monster, since he had never hurt a human being before and only wrote, which wasn’t forbidden. He merely was a man fascinated by crime and gore, letting his fantasy run wild and free - he was a gentleman, polite, nice, calm and capable of charming his way into everyone’s heart, so why should anyone think of him as a madman, a killer? After all, he just was an author, nothing more - not yet.
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never would.”
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AMAZING - thx for sharing !!!!
an Old Times fanmixI’ve been meaning to make this for some time now. Here’s a fanmix that includes the songs referenced in Harold Pinter’s Old Times, with a few bonus tracks that I believe fit the plot.
1. Lovely to Look At - Irene Dunne
2. Blue Moon - Ella Fitzgerald
3. They Can’t Take That Away From Me - Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
4. The Way You Look Tonight - Tony Bennett
5. (I’ve Got a Woman) She’s Funny That Way - Frank Sinatra
6. All the Things You Are - Jo Stafford
7. I Get A Kick Out of You - Ella Fitzgerald
8. Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - Eartha Kitt
9. These Foolish Things - Billie HolidayBonus Tracks
10. Unforgettable - Nat “King” Cole & Natalie Cole11. A Fine Romance - Ginger Rogers & Fred Astaire12. I’ve Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra13. You’ve Changed - Billie Holiday
still missing it …..