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coprime_recs) wrote2004-03-28 01:44 am
coprime_recs) wrote2004-03-28 01:44 am
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Starsky & Hutch: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Flamingo
Total Eclipse of the Heart (Starsky/Hutch | NC17 | 204,367 words) bowled me over. Someone gets Starsky and Hutch stoned, they have sex, everyone in the country then gets pictures of them having sex. This story is really long, so that nothing gets glossed over--not the consequences and not the emotions and not the transformation these two undergo. I can't speak personally about what the atmosphere at the time would have been like for two gay cops, but it does seem as realistic as possible. (My hestitance is because of my inexperience, not the author's.) Plus, it's illustrated, and the illustrations are phenomenal. The story grabbed me and forced me to pray for a happy ending that didn't seem like it would happen. It was an extremely emotional ride.
Excerpt:
"Yeah, these are Metro's official glory hounds," Russo said snidely.
'Oooommmm,' Starsky repeated mentally, drawing out the syllable in his mind, focusing on the space between his eyebrows. He could hear Hutch saying, 'Focus on that place between your brows, and try to see with your inner eye.' At first, he had nearly collapsed in laughter over that silliness--until he found that the mental concentration really did help his healing. He had been dead, and was now alive. More than alive. He was young again, strong, renewed. He would not argue with success.
"If there's a reporter within ten miles," Russo went on as Starsky slipped on red socks, then his favorite faded jeans, "these guys'll find him. They make more headlines than Liz Taylor."
Hutch finished combing his hair, then stood behind Starsky. Watching his back. As always.
Excerpt:
"Yeah, these are Metro's official glory hounds," Russo said snidely.
'Oooommmm,' Starsky repeated mentally, drawing out the syllable in his mind, focusing on the space between his eyebrows. He could hear Hutch saying, 'Focus on that place between your brows, and try to see with your inner eye.' At first, he had nearly collapsed in laughter over that silliness--until he found that the mental concentration really did help his healing. He had been dead, and was now alive. More than alive. He was young again, strong, renewed. He would not argue with success.
"If there's a reporter within ten miles," Russo went on as Starsky slipped on red socks, then his favorite faded jeans, "these guys'll find him. They make more headlines than Liz Taylor."
Hutch finished combing his hair, then stood behind Starsky. Watching his back. As always.