I Havent Seen Anyone Talk About This Yet So Im Making A Post.

I havent seen anyone talk about this yet so im making a post. 

So lets say you’re researching something for a paper (or just for fun) and the research paper you want to read is behind a paywall, or the site makes you create an account first, or makes you pay to download, or limits you to only 5 free articles, or otherwise makes it difficult for you to read what you want.

do not fear! copy the link to the article

go to sci-hub.se         (the url is always changing so its best to check out whereisscihub.now.sh to find what the current url is)

slap the article link in there

bam! free access! 

So I was taught a lesson in how to get rid of a migraine in 30 seconds and omfg listen my migraines don’t go away ever but I was shown what part of my body to touch and like???????????????

It’s witchcraft????????? Like I would be burned at the stake if I lived in ye olde days knowing that information?????

What the fuck??????

This really makes me think. I always thought of ‘hark’ as a bit like ‘pay attention’.  And I notice that is all these moments someone was paying attention to who Harrow truly was, not how they perceived her to be. 

okay. so i grew up in a church, i heard the word “hark” in the context of a sentence/bible verse/hymn lyric more times than i can remember, my instinctive reaction to “hark” is that an important announcement is about to be made, “hark! the herald angels sing!” blah blah blah. you don’t really have to know the literal definition of hark is “listen” to get the gist. i assumed that tacking on “hark” to two necromantic heirs of the ninth house (priamhark, and harrowhark who’s “hark” was meant to specifically reference her father) was supposed to indicate deep importance, which i’m sure is still part of it, but a few weeks ago i bought the paperback version of gideon the ninth and all its bonus material glory and read about harrow’s name:

‘“Hark” is one of those terrible, portentous words that always preceded an awful time, in the old sense of “awe.” Hark! A herald angel. Hark! From the tombs, a doleful sound.’

so for its usage in the locked tomb, “hark” is meant to specifically draw attention to something bad and/or disturbing. palamedes i believe is the only person to actually use hark as a word rather than a name, and when it’s only usage between two books is to emphasize his fear at camilla - dear cousin, best friend, and cavalier - being injured instead of its normal and literal definition, it’s easy to accept the definition of the word having more negative than neutral connotations in-universe. now to harrow, though.

i noticed like a week after finishing harrow the ninth, in harrow’s final climactic moment she is referred to as “harrow nonagesimus” instead of “harrowHARK nonagesimus”, which struck me as odd. i knew for a fact that she’d been referred to as harrowHARK nonagesimus multiple times throughout both books, usually to put a particular sense of drama into a moment, and at the moment i couldn’t quite place just “harrow nonagesimus” happening any other time than at the end of harrow the ninth (it does- i’ll get to that in a minute), and was like well. with how much thought tamsyn muir appears to have put into the names of all her characters, that feels like it should mean something. so i started rolling with that idea not really sure where to go with it, i did a quick once over of harrow the ninth again to see if “harrow nonagesimus” happened anywhere else in that book, and it didn’t. i also took note of chapter 3 opening with an explanation and brief history behind harrow’s name, and also the “harrow nova” chapter when it’s said that crux is the only person to still include the -hark in her name. like, all that fully convinced me that there was no way the specific ways harrow’s (full) name was used wasn’t important. so i let that bother me a lot for a couple more weeks and then i cracked and decided to reread both books again.

in rereading gideon the ninth i saw that harrow had in fact been referred to as “harrow nonagesimus” a grand total of seven times before the end of harrow the ninth, making it 8 times total. with the previous 7 all occurring in gideon the ninth though that just made me more obsessive over the idea that It Has To Mean Something But I’m Not Quite Sure What.

so i tried to see if there was something all those instances had in common with each other. and the answer there is..... maybe. if you think about it. you might have to squint a little. but i think there’s something there. and let me clarify, harrow is referred to as “harrowHARK nonagesimus” 13 times in gideon the ninth, and 7 times in harrow the ninth. i don’t actually think the usage of -hark in her name is supposed to mean something as much as the deliberate absence of it is. so going off of that, the deliberate absence of the -hark in her name happens whenever gideon has a specific image of harrow in her head, or the formerly cemented idea of a terrible and unchanging harrow is forcibly adjusted in gideon’s mind.

most of the examples in question, just to try and demonstrate so i don’t sound like a lunatic:

‘No murder, sorrow, or fear could ever touch Harrow Nonagesimus. Her tired eyes were alight. A lot of her paint had peeled away or been sweated off down in the facility, and the whole left side of her jaw was just grey-tinted skin. A hint of her humanity peeked through. She had such a peculiarly pointed little face, high browed and tippy everywhere, and a slanted and vicious mouth. She said irascibly, “At the key, moron, not at me.”’ (Chapter 19, pages 202-203)

‘When she opened her eyes again there was a dazzling moment of clarity and sharpness. Harrow Nonagesimus was kneeling by her side, naked as the day she was spawned. [...] Without paint she was a point-chinned, narrow jawed, ferretty person, with high hard cheekbones and a tall forehead. There was a little divot in her top lip at the philtrum, which gave a bowlike aspect to her otherwise hard and fearless mouth.’ (Chapter 20, page 228)

it’s mentioned previously that in all their lives, gideon had never seen harrow without her face paint on. in both of these examples gideon is able to partially or fully see through that mask, and LITERALLY has to reassess the image of harrow she has in her head, because she had not truly known what harrow looked like before now.

‘She had to get her to safety. Gideon wanted her longsword and she wanted Harrow. [...]

There was absolutely nothing Gideon could say to this. She needed more firepower than bookcases and antiques. What she badly needed was Harrow Nonagesimus, for whom a gigantic construction of bones would be more fun opportunity than hellish monstrosity, and she needed her longsword.’ (Chapter 25, pages 284, 285-286)

‘And Harrow, telling her to wake up. That had only been the once: the Ninth necromancer sitting in the dark, wrapped in a mouldering duvet like a cloak, her face very naked and blank and shorn of its monochrome skull mural. [...] There had been something very weary and soft about the way that Harrow Nonagesimus had looked at her then, something that would have been understanding had it not been so tired and cynical.

“It’s just me,” she’d said impatiently. “Go back to sleep.”

All signs pointed toward hallucination.’ (Chapter 26, page 300)

in the first of these two examples, gideon is forced to adjust that ‘image’ of harrow again by admitting not only a need, but a WANT for harrow as well. the second one sees harrow actually showing up for gideon for a moment, pulling her out of a nightmare, but gideon is so exhausted that she falls back on her old perceptions of harrow instead of acknowledging that the action and its meaning were real at all.

‘Gideon put her arms around Harrowhark. She lifted her up off the ground just an inch and squeezed her in an enormous hug before either she or Harrow knew what she was about. Her necromancer felt absurdly light in her grip, like a bag of bird’s bones. She had always thought—when she bothered to think—that Harrow would feel cold, as everything in the Ninth felt cold. No, Harrow Nonagesimus was feverishly hot. Well, you couldn’t think that amount of ghastly thoughts without generating energy. Hang on, what the hell was she doing.’

“Thanks for backing me up, my midnight hagette,” said Gideon, placing her back down. Harrow had not struggled, but gone limp, like a prey animal feigning death.’ (Chapter 24, page 275)

‘Gideon braced her shoulders against the weight of what she was about to do. She shed eighteen years of living in the dark with a bunch of bad nuns. In the end her job was surprisingly easy; she wrapped her arms around Harrow Nonagesimus and held her long and hard, like a scream. They both went into the water, and the world went dark and salty. The Reverend Daughter fell calm and limp, as was natural for one being ritually drowned, but when she realised that she was being hugged she thrashed as though her fingernails were being ripped from their beds. Gideon did not let go.’ (Chapter 31, page 356)

these two (my personal favorites) i think it’s pretty easy to call out the change happening here, the blatant and willing and intentional displays of affection. gideon of old never would have granted such a thing to harrow, but their whole relationship is different now, and her actions in these two acknowledge that no matter whether gideon is actually willing to admit it or not.

but i still couldn’t figure out what that MEANT. in the presence of all those changes, why does the absence of “hark” appear to hold so much significance? and that’s when i realized i had just been thinking about “hark” in the context of a name, not a word, and certainly not in the context of what that word means in universe. a predecessor to ‘an awful time’. by taking out the “hark” in “harrowhark nonagesimus”, she is removing the impending doom from her. this is why i think the book is also named “harrow the ninth” instead of “harrowHARK the ninth”, because if anything harrow the ninth is about harrow’s stupid stubborn resilience in the face of her doom, her ridiculous determination to make things go her way. it’s hopeful.

which brings me to the final (for now?) occurrence of “harrow nonagesimus”, in harrow the ninth:

‘Harrowhark found herself asking distantly, “Why did you tell me?”

That rueful smile again, like the shadow of old joy.

“Because I wanted you to know all the truth,” said the dead daughter of the Seventh. “The whole, unpackaged, slipshod truth. Truth unvarnished and truth unclean. Pal and I were always zealots, in that line. I got told so many lies over my life, Harrowhark, and I didn’t want to go back into the River having myself committed the murder of the white lie. Please understand, I’m being selfish. But I wanted you to know.”

When she looked into Harrow’s face again, and how it had changed, she said simply: “I’m sorry.”

“There’s a difference between keeping a shred of dance card,” said Harrow Nonagesimus, “and saving the last dance.”

[...]

Harrow’s heart was beating as though it never had before. She thought it could not beat in truth; she was her own dream, and her heart’s whirring simply another fantasy of the subconscious. But nevertheless, it hammered, hard.

She said aloud, “No. I’m getting out of here.”’ (Chapter 53, pages 501-502)

i’ve talked before about the real difference between, as harrow says, saving a shred of dance card and saving the last dance, is that the first is passive and mournful. you save that shred of dance card because you fully believe and accept you will never have anything else, and you don’t feel you have the right to ask for or reach for or keep anything else. but saving the last dance is active, it’s sheer perseverance, it’s being willing to throw everything away on the small hope, or even the knowledge, that one day you will be reunited. the usage of “harrow nonagesimus” in place of “harrowhark nonagesimus” here just shows so much to me how much harrow has grown and changed not only in gideon’s minds eye, but in her own person as well, and is honestly one of the biggest reasons i’ll be going into alecto the ninth more hopeful than anything. i mean, if harrow is, why shouldn’t we all be?

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

“You know, for a monarchy, the King doesn’t seem to play much of a role in your affairs.”

“Well, It’s embarrassing to admit, but we’ve rather lost track of them.”

“Lost track of them?”

“Quite so. We know we have a monarch, but we don’t know who they are or where they reside.”

“… okay, you’re going to have to run that by me again.“

“To be blunt, the last King had something of a roving eye. While we’re reasonably certain one of his numerous illegitimate offspring has inherited the divine mantle, we’re not sure which one – if, indeed, it’s even one we know about.”

“Can’t you just, you know, pick one?“

“Heavens, no. Our monarch rules by divine right. The land is bound to them. Its prosperity and weather reflect their health and moods. The sacred bond is clearly responding to something, so we can rest assured that a living monarch exists, but none of the candidates we’ve tested have panned out.”

“So, the rain of opera-singing fish last Tuesday…?“

“Wherever our current King or Queen is, they’re evidently having a fantastic time.”