My poor laptop has been languishing – untouched – for days on end. Somewhere along the way real life reared up and bit me in the ass, but I managed to sit on mine all day today and knock out a new chapter of something else that’s been languishing away. But before we get to that, can we talk about:
Uh huh. Apparently it’s as foreboding as it sounds. And from what I’ve heard, this reaction to Eric’s fate is perfectly understandable.
Nods head and clucks tongue in agreement.
Now I know not everyone in life gets a happily ever after. I know there’s some very fucked up shit that people go through, live with, cope with and sometimes there is no light at the end of the tunnel but a deep dark black hole.
That being said…
WHY OH WHY DID ERIC COME IN WITH A ROAR AND GO OUT WITH A WHIMPER?
Granted, the Sookie Stackhouse Novels were never meant to go down as one of the literary greats of our time. They were never fated to bring about a utopian society circa 2688 because that was Bill and Ted’s destiny.
So pardon my fucking language, but what the fuckity fuck? What did Eric ever do – besides sell books – to earn the kind of ending he got?
Yes, She created the characters.
Yes, She has every right to do with them as She chooses.
Yes, yes, fuck-me-with-a-rusted-grill-brush, YES. I understand that.
What I don’t understand is the thought process behind it all. God knows I haven’t read anything beyond DITF and I never will, but after the outcry over DEA, wouldn’t it seem prudent to at least throw an entitled crumb our way? It’s my understanding the Coda amounts to bullet points and pictures. Scribbles on Post-It notes transcribed into document format. How hard would it have been to pull Eric back from going down in the annals of SVM history as an eternal victim and rewrite his ending where the balls he was born with were included in some way? He didn’t have to end up with Sookie, but for fuck’s sake.
Couldn’t he have at least ended up with his pride instead of choosing to stay with the abuser who took everything from him?
That isn’t the Eric I came to know.
That isn’t a life I would’ve hoped for the Eric I came to love.
What were we supposed to take away from this series when a rapist gets to be King and an admittedly highhanded protector gets to be the whipped puppy looking for his Master’s approval. What’s next? Are we going to be told that he was asking for it?
And what about our heroine who at some point must have turned to heroin in between trips to Walmart and mentally gushing about her fucking tomatoes? That abnormal is bad and we should all strive to conform? That we should stick to our own kind and hey, if that’s not possible, then we should just pretend we’re like everyone else and hope like hell they don’t notice?
I know I’m late to the whipping post party, so I’ll just leave it there and end with thank fuck for fanfiction.