I have reached a strange new land in my career as a middle aged lady. It used to be that my experience and qualifications were an asset. I’m now understanding that my age combined with my experience and education are a detriment. People think I am over qualified, over educated and maybe even intimidated by me?? As a result I feel totally trapped in a role I am not at all happy in, nor am I adequately trained for. I am working in a very niche area that often leads to burnout (no one has stayed in my role more than 2 years in the last 10), but because I have done it/am doing it better than the person before me I have to stay. My colleague in this niche area got a job with a different division so now it appears that no matter what I apply for or how clear it is I want to leave I am forced to stay for the sake of continuity. I mean, I have been punished for competence before but this feels very egregious. I can’t quit because I need a job but I’m also getting nowhere applying elsewhere. I know this is not forever, but I can’t stay in this role. I will be on stress leave by October.
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Finally finished season 2 of Artful Dodger and it’s a mixed bag for me. There were lots of bits I really liked, but my main issue with this season is the whiplash from the shifts in tone/genre throughout the season, particularly at the end.
Season 1 had a lot of different plots going on, but whether the action was in the governor’s house, the hospital, the forest, everything wove together more cohesively. Everything aligned in the last episode in terms of overarching themes (the noose), solving the question of Fagin’s loyalty to Jack, bringing the culmination of Jack’s newfound knowledge and love for Belle to a head. It was serious and high stakes with moments of levity and humour.
Season 2 felt like three different shows happening at the same time. You have the A plot: Jack and Belle trying to be together but being kept apart. This is the heart of the show and the best most consistent part from start to finish - bookended by Belle’s race to Jack in the first and last episodes. That said, without the gravity of Gaines (or Sneed with an assist) the heavy lifting for the villainy had to fall to Lady Jane which made her even more cartoonish than she was in season 1. I understand that they needed some opposition to their relationship, but I wish there had been another obstacle that had nothing to do with Belle’s parents. Perhaps if Boxer had been a legitimate love rival to Jack? Even the whole backstory for Jane doesn’t really cut it to explain her moustache twirling antics.
Plot B: everything to do with Fagin and Fanny and the land selling/salt Peter grift. I enjoyed Fanny as a new member of Fagin’s crew, but I don’t think it would have taken the accidental death of her love interest to get her to join. This is where things got a bit too Benny Hill for me. No one notices that this guy is missing? Belle and Fanny have a heart to heart about love and then Belle barely asks about him or checks in on her sister? It just felt off. Also Fagin being left buried alive seems to be played for laughs and also seems unlikely to be resolved if there is a season 3 without a time skip. In which case, what was the point other than a sensible chuckle?
Plot C: Jack the Ripper in the colony. This is the one I have the biggest gripe with. I get that they needed something for Boxer to do besides look handsome and speak Latin to Belle, but this plot was so dumb and unnecessary. Turning Prof into a murderer based on his character in season 1 is a bridge too far for me. He was primarily comic relief last season, so to turn him into a sober brooding man capable of stabbing Sneed, the man he has worked with and mentored, was just character assassination. Inventing an ailing brother also felt bizarre - like the writers were puzzling out what they could do to make Prof so desperate. I may be misremembering but I swear that there were these dark rainy scenes in Devil’s Elbow one minute and then we see the Duke having tea in the sunshine two seconds later. Leaving Sneed bleeding out from an abdominal wound at the end was… a choice. Again, I’m not sure how this gets resolved in season 3 without a time skip?
Overall I don’t think season 2 had the same harmony and cohesion between the plot points/tone/themes. I still think it’s better than many similar shows out there, but it doesn’t stand up to season 1. Here’s hoping that if we get a third season there is a little less whiplash involved for viewers.
Dude can whip up a device to transfer blood off a confessional booth sketch (that was done way too quickly), pioneered a tool for cauterizing, has a portable arsenic tester, and still gets little to no credit for his genius. I just finished Ice Melts and I love the little chat between him and Jack when he talks about the interior mainland and how he hopes the colonizers never get there. Plus he’s with Red which makes him extra amazing in my eyes. I just love Tim ❤️
An Artful Dodger (Dodgerfox) ficlet below the cut.
Rated M/E
I had this in my Notes back when season 1 finished, so it’s not exactly consistent with new canon. If you like it let me know. :)
Jack thinks he’s hallucinating when he opens the door to his (well, now Fagin’s) room to find Belle in his tiny bed. She is reclined, propped up by one elbow near the window, her hair loose about her shoulders spilling on to her nightgown - the white cleanliness of it a stark contrast to the rest of his little attic hovel.
“Jack,” she says, launching herself from the bed.
As usual, his mouth starts moving before his brain can catch up.Â
“Have you gone mad?” he asks.Â
“No, I’m quite sane.”
“Have I gone mad? What -”
“Does it matter? Do shut up and kiss me. We only have till morning and you’re late.”
Did she plan this with Fagin? Sneed? The bed is freshly made which looks like Hetty’s doing, and there’s a basket brimming with food and drink by the door. None of these details matter… she looks like a dream. Full rosy cheeks, the soft skin of her neck and shoulders glowing in the candlelight and glorious errant curls loose and shining.
The last time he saw her, the swirl of glass and tears between them she was pale, so pale her lips looked grey. He can still feel the chill that had settled under her skin after the surgery and that crept through his fingers to pierce his own heart when she would not open her eyes. It’s this memory that finally uproots him from the doorway and propels him into her outstretched arms. His vision blurs. She is warm. So gloriously warm and alive.Â
She lets out a satisfied sigh, her trembling fingers tangling into his hair and caressing his throat. It’s this familiar tender touch from her that unleashes the tears he’s been so careful to hold in check all these months. His knees start to buckle, but she deftly turns them to the bed behind them before he can hit the floor. The next thing he knows she is standing between his legs holding him tightly to her chest, his hands gripped tight in her nightgown. He can hear the steady thumping of her heart in his ear. Her breathing is steady.
When he looks up at her he sees she’s crying too. They both sniffle. She smiles when he offers the cuff of his shirt to wipe her nose and dry her face. The front of her nightgown is wet and clings to the curve of one breast. He can almost make out the raised scar at the base of her sternum. She reaches for his face and they kiss once, slowly and shyly at first, and even though it’s been months they soon fall into a familiar rhythm that steals his breath and stirs his body. Â
She draws away, still close enough to touch but far enough that he can see her properly. She regards him with the same look she made the first time he handed her a scalpel and takes a steadying breath before undoing the buttons of her nightgown. She pulls it over her head before tossing it on the floor.Â
His eyes immediately drop to inspect the raised scar of her incision. The skin is a healthy colour, free of infection. This permanent momento of the surgery is so much smaller than he remembers. How on earth did his hands fit? How is she alive?
Belle sighs at his rather clinical attitude.
“If only I’d been there to help with the sutures at the end” she teases, running her fingers over his hands.
He meets her eyes, and his threaten to spill over again. “You were there. Under my hands and whispering in my head, damn you.”
She kisses him again urgently and before he knows it she’s freed him from his trousers and climbed onto his lap. His hands fall to her waist and hips while she takes control and writhes impatiently grabbing hold of him with shaky hands before guiding him inside. Belle sighs with relief and pleasure and he gasps. She is hot and tight pressure surrounding him, so wet he can hear it when she moves.
This is a far cry from their first time, Belle determined but very much deferring to his experience, him impossibly gentle and scared that any additional strain on her heart would kill her right there in his arms.Â
He grabs her thighs and attempts to pull them both further back on the bed, but cracks his head on the low ceiling behind him at the effort.
“Are you alright?” She asks, a bit breathless. She stills her body long enough for him to form a reply.
“Never better.”
“Good” she huffs, smiling into his mouth, and resumes the maddening rock of her hips. He watches, enraptured as a healthy flush covers her chest, arms, and thighs at her exertion. She is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. His hand catches her wrist where her fingers clutch the loose cravat at his neck, and he feels the steady quick beats of her heart.Â
After, when they are sated (for the moment) and he is reassured that her heartbeat is hale and healthy he speaks to her of a recent surgery that left him puzzled. Belle ends up fetching a piece of charcoal and a scrap of paper from his table to bring to bed, sketching a knee ligament from memory wearing only a sheet. Their unique form of pillow talk is somehow almost better than sex. He teases her for getting charcoal on her face and thanks her for her insights by using his clever fingers the best way he knows how.
Just before dawn he helps her back into her dress, already plotting the next time they can be together, and the next after that. A carriage is waiting - commandeered by whom he isn’t sure, but if she doesn’t leave now he knows he’ll hang for this when the sun is up. Somehow he can’t be bothered to care.
“Perhaps next time you’ll do me the honour of informing me of future rendezvous” he whispers, kissing the skin between her collar and ears.
“And ruin the surprise? I quite like catching you off guard, and sneaking into your room for a change.”
Jack knows a thief when he sees one. Belle somehow filched the heart right out of his chest, but it’s alright. He trusts her to keep it.
call me a tragedy enjoyer but i just LOVE belle being unable to save the girl with an aortic aneurysm. i love how it's the first time we see belle fail in a medical setting and how it's this, of all things, the very surgery that saved her, and she has to live with the knowledge that another surgeon was able to do what she herself could not. i love her panic as she realizes she's made a mistake, how she runs to find sneed, and how sneed speaks to her like she's an equal, doesn't condemn her, doesn't do or say anything to make her more panicked or upset. and i love love love how she falls apart when the girl dies on her table, and she's the only one who does, because she's the only one who's never lost a patient before, but also this isn't just any patient, this could have been her. and if she had been the surgeon assigned to her own surgery, she would be dead. that jack saved her then, but he was nowhere to be found now, and he probably would have saved this girl, but all she got was belle, and belle wasn't good enough.
belle has always known that she is good and she has been underestimated and condescended her entire life and she's taken solace in the fact that the people doing that have always been wrong. but now she looks at her patient, who died on her table, and for the very first time, she wonders whether they were right. whether it was her own arrogance, her desperate ambition, that killed this girl. because she was reckless, unpracticed, and she nicked the aorta, and now the girl is dead, and sneed and jack are right, of course, that sometimes patients die, that you can do everything right and still lose the patient, but belle will always carry this with her, this first loss. this failure to give the second chance she got. she will always feel like this was her fault.
I consistently love the way the writers handle Belle as a character. She’s so much more than feminist girl boss in a period piece™️ The depth with which they write her and the care they take is so impressive. She has flaws and makes mistakes and learns from them. She’s has layers and I’m so happy with the way the show continues to treat her.
I just have to jump on here because these are all excellent points. I love that this event shakes Belle as it relates to her privilege and the values instilled in her as a member of the upper class. Belle’s entire life has reinforced the notion that if you learn everything you need to know, and apply that knowledge with logic and confidence, everything will work out! She performed Red’s c-section virtually solo, revolutionized the hospital with her use of ether and carbolic acid, even problem solved her own surgery (until she could not anymore). She continues to swan her way through Devil’s Elbow to practice medicine on people who have no other options (is this about helping patients or helping herself?), confident that no one would dare harm her there. Wow.
Sometimes you can do all the right things with all the “correct” knowledge and still fail. Add to this the layer of recognizing just how impossible this surgery is and how even an incredibly skilled surgeon like Jack could have failed just as easily - his hands in her chest and her blood everywhere. There are so many layers to this.
Belle is smart, but she is still developing her skills, and her overconfidence (and need to save this doppelgänger woman who she could easily be were it not for the privilege of her birth) is not enough. She finally sees the way doctors defy death, but only temporarily. Her title/smarts/skill are not enough, and this is not a truth that she’s ever had to confront so directly before. I like that she makes her way back to Devil’s Elbow to convey the news to the family, even though she can’t even speak the words.
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i’ve been thinking about the artful dodger since i watched it a week ago and can’t stop ruminating on why the romance is so compelling. the first thing i thought of was the carnal imagery, the gore, white sleeves covered in blood and a connection that crosses the boundary of the ribcage. the aesthetic concept: yes, awesome.
but the characters. jack, who has risen above his station and pretends untouchability and performs it near-perfectly, is filled with insecurity. he feels the unfairness of the structures he lives inside and knows he is better than they say he is, but still can’t rise above the jabs and dismissals. before the duel jack confidently thinks he’ll just knock sneed about a bit, but the nature of the situation is quickly revealed to be life-threatening because jack doesn’t have the knowledge of high society in his arsenal. the choice to duel showcases jack’s surety in his competence, being a reckless but calculated decision to stick it to the elites in a safe way, but ends up proving his terrifying vulnerability.
ambition is a compelling push-and-pull in jack's relationship with belle. his ambition is more revelatory than hers, with its first indication shown on the hospital steps when he calls their shared achievement extraordinary. this is because before meeting belle, he figures he’s reached the limits of how far a lowborn thief can ascend. the revelation comes from mounting physical evidence that the status quo can be changed: the clean hospital, the use of ether. in contrast, belle’s ambition constantly brims inside her, connected to (but not a symptom of) her awareness that she is dying. the shape of her identity is a result of the need to defy limits. she acts without regard for societal rules because she perceives misogynistic suppression as the completely arbitrary condition that it is, an awareness that is only fuelled by the realisation that no one is going to help her.
her voice isn’t taken seriously except as an extension of her father, demonstrated when she claims her father sent her to inspect the hospital as an excuse for sanitising the ward. jack was correct to assume this change would mean losing his job if he was the one to implement it. this clash of expectations (belle's confusion about how jack could possibly allow the hospital to remain in such a state contrasted with jack’s assumption that belle’s change will never be permanent) is totally indicative of how they each conceive the potentialities of the world around them.
the scene on the steps—what we did in there was extraordinary—not only shows how jack’s ambition is realised through belle, but encompasses their shared narrative purpose: break barriers in surgery and society. belle’s determination to push past roadblocks is passed on to jack, and jack’s grounded perspective of class boundaries is a source of illumination for belle.
digging deeper, i got stuck on belle's repeated denigration of theft. jack tells belle that she’s never seen anyone dead in the streets from starvation, rightfully pointing out that harm done in the name of survival isn’t really the choice belle perceives it to be. he gestures to the inherent violence of the class system, where the elites at the top control who gets what and leave the people at the bottom to survive any way they can. this concept he explains without hesitation.
but jack doesn’t entirely believe in the correctness of theft itself and struggles to justify it in his own circumstance. after they help red escape, belle discerns something in jack: the crime, it’s not just for survival. you actually love it. he responds, the worst parts of me do. having found his way to a position of some standing, he no longer sees the morality in baseless theft—the philosophy that fagin lives by. fagin fully embraces his class position and refuses to care about having a respected position within the system the way jack does, and prefers to remain a chaos agent without regard for how his actions impact others.
so perhaps jack’s comment that the “worst parts” of himself love thievery is wrapped up in a traumatic dissociation from his younger self (who used to seek cheap thrills from pickpocketing) and as these thrills formed the foundation of his relationship with fagin, his experience of theft became tied up with his experience of abandonment. the worst thing jack ever did was trust fagin—so for jack, stealing is a difficult philosophy to believe in. even though the euphoria of theft relates to embodiment, like pulling a middle finger to the people that want to crush him, the theft itself is nevertheless anchored in the symptoms of his difficult past. so jack is ashamed that he's drawn to it.
belle, who re-reads hobbes’ leviathan as she tries to understand the necessity of state violence and finds his arguments sufficiently lacking that she must write in the margins—and receives a blow of reproval from red that her family are the biggest thieves in port victory—is still so influenced by her preconceived notions that she questions this undesirable impulse in jack.
but she doesn’t challenge it. the back-and-forth that they are hopeless, they’re unsuited encapsulates their clashing perspectives. still, they spark change in each other without meaning to: feelings of ambition, changes in priority. hope, for belle, that someone is coming to save her. their shared evolution is rooted in how they use each other to change the world around them; they cause trouble for the system. their relationship is incendiary.
Only 3 episodes in to the new season of Artful Dodger and there is so much to love. Some interesting tonal shifts, but I haven’t watched the whole narrative arc unfold.
Freud would have a field day with Fanny. Penis trees walked so the vagina vase could run.
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Currently watching fear and it made me realize that I really wanna know what Daryl did before we're introduced to him at the camp. Carol too but we do get some idea of what it was likely like for her. Do we ever learn anything about Daryl and Merle's story after the Apocalypse started but pre show?
Merle reminds Daryl at one point that they originally planned to rob the group at the quarry. He instilled in his younger brother that no one was ever going to care for him the way that he did, so whatever they were up to, I assume they were just trying to look out for themselves/each other.
Personally, I feel like there's a lot of untold backstory for Carol as well. Not sure about pre-show ZA, but there obviously had to be more to her life than Ed and Sophia before the outbreak. I'd like to find out what that entailed (from a trustworthy writer that is).
On a separate note, I'd love to find out what Daryl's and Carol's first meeting at the quarry was like. Again, from a trustworthy writer.
Not sure if I’m considered trustworthy, but many years ago I wrote a fic called Landslide. It’s in Carol’s POV and switches between events leading up to season 5 and Carol’s life pre apocalypse (including the first time she meets Daryl and Merle).
absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. i’m going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldn’t do it at all, it’s not that fun