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Street Folklore in Miami
Gacked from
bigscary: The Folklore of Homeless Children.
I am ... stunned. And horrified. And fascinated. And disturbed. And strangely exalted. And deeply moved.
Go. Read.
I am ... stunned. And horrified. And fascinated. And disturbed. And strangely exalted. And deeply moved.
Go. Read.

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And in a way it seems almost cannibalistic, picking over these stories to find something we could use ... but on the other hand, don't we do that with everybody's primal stories? Is it somehow more disrespectful, more opportunistic, just because these are stories told by contemporary homeless children in our own country instead of long-dead foreign cultures?
(Or does it just feel more disrespectful? And if so, is that why?)
(and just by the bye? I love your icon so much.)
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A friend and I have actually been bouncing around ideas for an urban fantasy novel loosely based on that article for a month or two now.
It's been done: Mad Maudlin, by Mercedes Lackey and Rosemary Edghill, takes just this material, transplants it to NYC, and ties it into Lackey's contemporary elf-universe. (And particularly with Edghill involved, the results are pretty good.)
Which is not to say that it couldn't be done again or elsewise, but one would want to be sure that there wasn't too close a resemblance.