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Buffy Draft: End Of Days 7.21

Here is the next set of drafts from Jane Espenson (this one co-written with Doug Petrie). This one is 'End of Days', the brilliant nail-biting lead in to the final ever televisual Buffy. Faith and the girls are blown up, Buffy meets a very old woman who tells her about a scythe, Spike and Buffy get close; Angel and Buffy get seemingly closer... It's a great episode.

Only two drafts, but also a snippet from the email correspondence between myself and Espenson, some of which will be in my forthcoming book, Joss Whedon.

The drafts remain the property of FOX television, and the email snippet is copyright to Manchester University Press.

Draft 1

Draft 2

"Attached is ‘End of Days’, another co-write with Doug.  He wrote all the big actiony bits, I wrote all the funny Andrew/Anya, Willow/Giles, Xander/Dawn stuff."

Go here for a little snippet about one of her insights into "The Replacement"

Aryan Kaganof's Acinema and the limits of Lyotard's cinematic writing.

For those who don't know, Aryan Kaganof is an astonishing South African Artist. He writes brilliant surreal novels, makes disturbing movies, short film and, most pressingly for this post, remarkable avant garde documentaries. He is also a political activist with a prescience and insight that is both humbling and terrifying. While everyone else was celebrating the 'rainbow revolution' in South Africa, Kaganof, then still Ian Kerkhof, made a bleakly funny musical called Nice to meet you, Please don't rape me that highlighted the on-going, deeply structured misogyny and violence that was being overlooked in favour of optimistic futures. This is a long and difficult piece but I'm posting it because Aryan's work is so important and, while my post typically engages with more mainstream work, truly important global voices will also be part of the fabric. For those of you who struggle through - enjoy!

Prologue. This essai began as an intuition. The intuition was that as…

The brilliant Courtney Barnett's Depreston.

Heard this on the radio a year or so ago. Such a fabulous song writer. More of her to come!

The Burning Hell - Analysis to a prelude #1 (and a weird catharsis). It happens in Florida and Dance Dance Dance

A while ago I posted that I'd attempt an analysis of the lyrics of some of The Burning Hell songs. The motivation for this is simple: I heard them at a club and immediately fell in love; I was about to take voluntary redundancy and they offered vicarious joy; I decided I needed to develop a public profile and write another book (the much mentioned - on here - 1997 book); but I didn't want all my time on that so I hoped a blog would stop me going mad. It has. So far. Along with The Burning Hell (and Buffy, Kimmy Schmidt, Courtney Barnett, Cardinal and a host of other stuff I'll be chatting about over the next few weeks and months (read: until I - hint hint - get a job). 

So, The Burning Hell. Soon to release their ninth studio album, I believe, have been on tour almost solidly for 10 years (I would link to my Bowie post as an adjunct to that but it seems too self serving), and when I saw them at the tiny Sheffield venue they utterly transfixed me. Musical ability of the high…