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November’s Untold Snippet!

Originally published at Sarah Rees Brennan. You can comment here or there.

So, let’s talk about drunkenness and debauchery. I will level with you: the Irish and British experience of being a teenager is pretty different than the American one. In America, you do not get served alcohol if you are not over 21: in Ireland they pretty much throw the stuff at you unless you arrive on a tricycle. Sometimes this Cultural Difference confuses and upsets people. I’ll level with you some more: I once wrote forty pages of one character being drunk because I thought it was hilarious. My editor made me cut that DOWN.

MY EDITORS: Why do you keep putting your teenagers in bars?
SARAH: I’m sorry I don’t understand your question. I’m Irish.

This time, my friends, I have gone one better.


Once outside, the November wind cut through her blouse. She stood on the doorstep and hugged herself, sorry that she had forgotten her jacket. Jared in his thin T-shirt gave no indication that he felt anything but annoyed.

“You should be in school,” he remarked.

“So should you!” said Kami. “You’re the one who’s a year behind! You absolutely cannot afford this kind of academic recklessness.”

“Fred Wright called the school and got me the day off so I could learn the work,” Jared said.

“Which brings me to my first and most important question: What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Working,” Jared said. “I asked the Wrights if I could work in the pub for room and board. They agreed.”

“You’re seventeen! This is not only ridiculous, it’s super illegal.”

“It’s possibly not the most super illegal thing a Lynburn has done this week,” Jared pointed out.

It was so strange to Kami, how little she could read him. It was like coming to a door that she had always run through before, to find it locked and barred.

“Why did you leave Aurimere?” Kami asked, her voice small.

“My aunt Lillian made me an offer I had to refuse,” said Jared. He looked forbidding.

Kami knew that expression, and remembered the feeling that used to go with it: he was unhappy. “So you ran away from home,” she said. “To become a tavern wench.”

“I’m not a tavern wench,” said Jared. “That’s not a job.” His voice was slightly less stern than before, as if he was taken aback.

“It sounds like you’re a tavern wench,” Kami told him. “Fleeing persecution, you have to take up a menial occupation to keep body and soul together. But at least it’s honest work, though as you labor, many predatory customers make advances and offer indignities.”

“One can only hope,” Jared responded.

Encouraged, Kami reached out a hand: Jared flinched away. He always did that. Kami didn’t know why she kept forgetting. “Jared. You realize the Wrights only agreed because you’re a Lynburn and they’re frightened of you.”

A muscle in Jared’s jaw twitched. “What do you want me to do?”

“Jared,” she said again, her voice softer. “If you needed help, you could have come to me. Don’t you know that?”

Jared gave her that new look, winter-gray and cold, as if he hated her. “I wouldn’t come to you for anything. Not for any reason.”

It took her aback for a moment, the way he could still hurt her just as much, even though he didn’t care any more. Jared turned away and opened the door to go back inside.

“Wait,” said Kami.

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mitchy
Nov. 16th, 2012 09:46 pm (UTC)
In America, you do not get served alcohol if you Sometimes this Cultural Difference

I thiiiink you may be missing some words there....:)
sarahtales
Nov. 16th, 2012 09:54 pm (UTC)
Yes, all fixed.
elvenjaneite
Nov. 16th, 2012 09:47 pm (UTC)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And I thought the last one made me have ALL THE FEELS. *whimpers* *huddles in corner*
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sarahtales
Nov. 16th, 2012 10:02 pm (UTC)
We will, of course, get to see him plying his new trade. ;)
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(Anonymous)
Nov. 16th, 2012 09:50 pm (UTC)
Parts that made me tear up:

It was like coming to a door that she had always run through before, to find it locked and barred.

Kami knew that expression, and remembered the feeling that used to go with it: he was unhappy

Jared flinched away. He always did that. Kami didn’t know why she kept forgetting.


And the part that made me cry:

"I wouldn't come to you for anything. Not for any reason."

HOW DO YOU DO THIS IN SO FEW WORDS??? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND IT IS NOT FAIR (except for the part where I unequivocally signed up for this by reading both the book and the snippet. Eight months is tooo looooong!).
sarahtales
Nov. 16th, 2012 10:05 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you.

It is true, you knew what you were getting into. ;) Super glad you did!
isabelknight
Nov. 16th, 2012 10:21 pm (UTC)
Aaaaagh! Stabbed right in the feels. But awesomely. I am torn between glee at more Lynburn goodness and utmost woe for poor Kami.
hollyxu
Nov. 16th, 2012 10:28 pm (UTC)
This time, my friends, I have gone one better.

I saw this and thought you decided to drop a bar on Kami and Jared, Wizard-of-Oz style, and was infinitely relieved until I got to the last line.

Curse you for your cliffhangers!
matt_doyle
Nov. 16th, 2012 10:41 pm (UTC)
Got my copy of Unspoken last weekend, and it's easily one of my two or three favorite books of the year. I was smiling about this snippet before I even read it.
sarahtales
Dec. 28th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
*beams*
frenchroast
Nov. 16th, 2012 11:20 pm (UTC)
In fairness, all Americans aren't utterly shocked and scandalized by alcohol. My parents once offered my younger brother (who was 12 or 13 at the time) $5 to finish a bottle of scotch we came across while moving house. He did, and they paid up. I think their approach worked better as a deterrent than making it forbidden; we knew we could drink whatever we wanted, which took a lot of the allure away.



Edited at 2012-11-16 11:21 pm (UTC)
robinreads
Nov. 16th, 2012 11:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, Sarah...I love you, crazy woman.
melusinahp
Nov. 16th, 2012 11:35 pm (UTC)
Love love love
contrariety
Nov. 16th, 2012 11:50 pm (UTC)
Apparently Kami is in fact quite bad at figuring out Jared's actual motivations when she doesn't have her usual advantage at it.

(That's not a critique, I think it's clever and makes sense. Kami and Jared totally have Legitimate Reasons for their Drama-Heightening Poor Communications at the moment. I like Drama-Heightening Poor Communication when it happens for Legitimate Reasons.)
thebluerose
Nov. 17th, 2012 12:21 am (UTC)
“So you ran away from home,” she said. “To become a tavern wench.”

“I’m not a tavern wench,” said Jared. “That’s not a job.” His voice was slightly less stern than before, as if he was taken aback.

“It sounds like you’re a tavern wench,” Kami told him. “Fleeing persecution, you have to take up a menial occupation to keep body and soul together. But at least it’s honest work, though as you labor, many predatory customers make advances and offer indignities.”

“One can only hope,” Jared responded.


THIS!!! This is why I love your writing so much, this sharp snappy humour, clever repartee. I only wish real people spoke like this :)

Edited at 2012-11-17 12:22 am (UTC)
sarahtales
Nov. 17th, 2012 12:39 am (UTC)
I'm always confused when people say this, because lots of my friends do speak like...

Wait. No. Only through my genius can the people be amused!

Heh. Thank you.
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archangelbeth
Nov. 17th, 2012 12:25 am (UTC)
“It sounds like you’re a tavern wench,” Kami told him. “Fleeing persecution, you have to take up a menial occupation to keep body and soul together. But at least it’s honest work, though as you labor, many predatory customers make advances and offer indignities.”

“One can only hope,” Jared responded.


*cackle*
o_cesario
Nov. 17th, 2012 03:57 am (UTC)
*wibbles* Ow. Jared. Ow. Poor baby, he probably feels abandoned and is lashing out like a TOTAL ASSHOLE. Kami knows better. She thinks she can't read him but she's getting better, I like it. But I like how the banter quickly turns sour--it's like when you see an ex, and you fall into these patterns of how you used to relate to one another when you were together and everything was fine, and then suddenly someone says something and you realize it's totally not. Great. Very real. Fabbity fab. GIVE ME MORE PAIN.
Rachel Hudson-Jones
Nov. 17th, 2012 04:03 am (UTC)
Wait! Was the scene you had to cut down the one where Jamie was drunk? Because I loved that scene. Do you still have the original? Can you post it?

I'm being pressumptuous, but that is only at the thought of not having read all of the drunk!Jamie there is to read.

And then you'll say something like 'It wasn't Jamie.' And I'll cry.

Was it Jamie?

Also, I love your writing. But deep down, you know that we all do.
sarahtales
Nov. 17th, 2012 07:08 am (UTC)
It was Jamie, but it was really drivel, I promise you're not missing out, and I incorporated some of it into Nick & Jamie Go To the Movies anyway. Poor sober Jamie, he enjoyed those events a lot less...
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