Hi guys, I know I’m very late with this but life seemed to get in the way. Thanks so much for sticking with me this far, and I promise I will start on ‘City of Glass’ as soon as I can. Until then, I have come back for the first WTFTMI post of the new year. This is an outtake from ‘City of Ashes’ that according to Cassandra Clare took place during Chapter 8: The Seelie Court.
Just like the “City of Bones’ outtake, the whole thing is from Jace’s POV and I will be completely sporking it. Words from the books are in bold, while my commentary is in regular text.
Let’s get started, shall we?
Because It Is Bitter: The scene that takes place in City of Ashes, in the chapter The Seelie Court, here from Jace’s point of view.
The scene that takes place during pages 170-174 of City of Ashes, in the chapter The Seelie Court, here from Jace’s point of view. I even gave it a name — “Because It Is Bitter.” Because boy is Jace bitter here.
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.” — Stephen Crane
First off, was it really necessary to drop this quote here, Cassandra Clare? All you had to do is attribute the title of your outtake and call it a day. Yet, once again here you are being a pretentious asshole. Even as arrogant and pretentious Stephanie Meyer is, she never put an actual quote at the beginning of her outtakes. Yet, you like going above and beyond, don’t Clare?! You just want to prove that you are a highly educated and literate woman. Bravo, you can open a book and read! Yet, you are too lazy to do something as basic as research or to actually do some critical thinking about your book’s plot or worldbuilding?
Honestly, the only person in this shit show that has the right to be bitter is me. I have to read pages of Jace whining about no one loves, everyone hates him, and now he must eat worms.
In this outtake, Jace has managed to kill the tiny shred of sympathy I had for him by being a controlling dickhead. So, stop with the tiny violins.
“I know that I will not leave my sister here in your Court,” said Jace, “and since there is nothing to be learned from either her or myself, perhaps you could do us the favor of releasing her?”
The Queen smiled. It was a beautiful, terrible smile. The Queen was a lovely woman; she had that inhuman loveliness that faeries did, that was more like the loveliness of hard crystal than the beauty of a human. The Queen did not look any particular age: she could have been sixteen or forty-five. Jace supposed there were those who would have found her attractive — people had died for love of the Queen — but she gave him a cold feeling in his chest, as if he’d swallowed ice water too fast. “What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?”
We get it, the Queen is beautiful! Did it need a whole long paragraph about it? Also, I don’t often attack her similes and metaphors because I always have bigger fish to fry. However, since I’m fully sporking this outtake I’m going to say she needs to lay off the similes and metaphors. I don’t think the whole “hard crystal” metaphor was really all that necessary, especially when you go further to explain how attractive she was for a few more sentences.
It was Clary who replied, bewildered: “You want Jace to kiss you?”
As the Queen and Court laughed, the icy feeling in Jace’s chest intensified. Clary didn’t understand faeries, he thought. He’d tried to explain, but there was no explaining, not really. Whatever the Queen wanted from them, it wasn’t a kiss from him; she could have demanded that without all this show and nonsense. What she wanted was to see them pinned and struggling like butterflies. It was something immortality did to you, he’d often thought: dulled your senses, your emotions; the sharp, uncontrollable, pitiable responses of human beings were to faeries like fresh blood to a vampire. Something living. Something they didn’t have themselves.
Okay, first of all, the Seelies are not that hard to describe. Jace could have simply said they are beautiful but cruel. This is not really a foreign concept, and I summed it one sentence. Honestly, it’s like Jace doesn’t know that this basically a trope. I mean that was the whole premise of the movie “Mean Girls”.
Moving on, I do like that bit about cruelty being the consequence of Immortality. I can very much see something like that would gradually strip away your humanity. Yet, like always Clare totally screwed up the execution of it. Jace just TELL us about it, and Clare does nothing to show it. Clare has always had a problem with this very basic rule of writing.
If this was a true consequence of immortality than this would not only affect the Seelies. This would be true of the other immortal Downworlders such as the Warlocks and the Vampires.
And no, I don’t count Magnus because as much as I have proved that Magnus is a heartless asshole who preys on young teenage boys for kicks, and mind rapes children for giggles. Cassandra Clare really thinks that Magnus Bane is deep down is a good person. Never once considering all of his horrible actions or his intentions.
Honestly, if Clare intentionally and consistently wrote all of her immortal Downworlders like this I would be actually applauding Clare. Hell, I might be able to actually to feel some sympathy for
“Despite his charms,” the Queen said, flicking a glance toward Jace — her eyes were green, like Clary’s, but not like Clary’s at all — “that kiss will not free the girl.”
“I could kiss Meliorn,” suggested Isabelle, shrugging.
The Queen shook her head slowly. “Nor that. Nor any one of my Court.”
Okay, can you stop wanking over Jace’s beauty? I pointed out when I originally sporked this passage that it’s really jarring to me that out of nowhere Clare shoves in some wanking over Jace’s looks.
We get it, Jace Wayland is good-looking! Can we please move on now?!
One last thing, I’m really pissed off at Isabelle’s offer to kiss Meliorn. First of all, it was really clear that Meliorn didn’t want anything to do with Isabelle anymore. Yet, it feels really rape-y to me that Isabelle is just going to bypass his blatant body signals to kiss him anyway. Hell, Isabelle didn’t even try to ask for his consent before offering. It’s really disgusting and gross that Clare wrote that.
And I also feel that this is yet another way for Clare to slut shame Isabelle. This whole section is basically Clare saying: “Look at how easy she is with her affections? Isn’t Isabelle such a slut for that?
Again, this is fucking disgusting misogynist behavior from someone who claims to be a feminist.
Isabelle threw up her hands; Jace wanted to ask her what she’d expected — kissing Meliorn wouldn’t have bothered her, so obviously the Queen wouldn’t care about it. He supposed it had been nice of her to offer, but Iz, at least, ought to know better. She’d had dealings with faeries before.
Maybe it wasn’t just knowing the way the Fair Folk thought, Jace wondered. Maybe it was knowing how people who enjoyed cruelty for the sake of cruelty thought. Isabelle was thoughtless, and sometimes vain, but she wasn’t cruel. She tossed her dark hair back and scowled. “I’m not kissing any of you,” she said firmly. “Just so it’s official.”
Oh, Jace is finally admitting that you are a sociopath. The reason I say this is because Jace says that he has a better understanding of how they think. Even better than Isabelle, Isabelle who spends a lot of time hanging out in their realm. Isabelle who has had a Seelie lover.
I think that Jace is admitting that the reason he understands the Seelies so much is that they are both very similar to each other. They are both beautiful, and ridiculous cruel. The only real difference is that they are Immortal and unlike Jace they not hiding under the veneer of being a supposedly morally superior Shadowhunter.
Also, like everything in this book, this whole situation is about Clary. So why would Isabelle need to kiss anyone? It is ridiculously obvious, and I feel that Clare is really trying to dumb her down. Again, I said this before: Isabelle is this world’s, Kelly Bundy.
“That hardly seems necessary,” said Simon, stepped forward. “If a kiss is all . . .”
He took a step toward Clary, who didn’t move away. The ice in Jace’s chest turned into liquid fire; he clenched his hands at his sides as Simon took Clary gently by the arms and looked down into her face. She rested her hands on Simon’s waist, as if she’d done it a million times before. Maybe she had, for all he knew. He knew Simon loved her; he’d known it since he’d seen them together in that stupid coffee shop, the other boy practically choking on getting the words “I love you” out of his mouth while Clary looked around the room, restlessly alive, her green eyes darting everywhere. She’s not interested in you, mundane boy, he’d thought with satisfaction. Get lost. And then been surprised he’d thought it. What difference did it make to him what this girl he barely knew thought?
Oh, my god, I can see exactly why Clare’s editors cut out this scene from the final manuscript. And like the complete dumbass she is, Clare had to post this on her website, LOL!
Let me make this perfectly clear: This is basically Jace, Clary’s true love (and let’s not forget her brother) basically telling the audience what I have been telling you guys all along that CLARY FRAY IS DUMBER THAN A BAG OF ROCKS!
He actually pointed out what I have been pointing out forever, that it was more than obvious that Simon had romantic feelings for Clary. Also, he’s pointing out in the narrative that it’s pretty obvious to anyone with fucking eyes that Clary’s not really romantically interested in Simon. Clary is in a relationship with Simon because he’s easy and available. Clary/Simin is basically a classic rebound relationship.
And again, this is not just me telling you all of this. This is JACE (in canon by the way) telling the readers that Clary Fray is dumb as hell. HAHAHAHHA!
That seemed like a lifetime ago. She wasn’t some girl he barely knew anymore: she was Clary. She was the one thing in his life that mattered more than anything else, and watching Simon put his hands on her, wherever he wanted to, made him feel at once sick and faint and murderously angry. The urge to stalk up and rip the two of them apart was so strong he could barely breathe.
Clary glanced back at him, her red hair slipping over her shoulder. She looked concerned, which was bad enough. He couldn’t stand the thought that she might feel sorry for him. He looked away fast, and caught the eye of the Seelie Queen, glimmering with delight: now this was what she was after. Their pain, their agony.
Wow, I never had my laughter die so damn fast! This is not simply about jealousy, no this is about possession. He’s talking about Clary like she’s an object, not like a human being. Yet, this is the guy that you want teenage girls to idealize Cassandra Clare? Shit like this is one of the many reasons why I get so angry at Young Adult books. Women writers like Clare are telling a generation of young girls that it’s okay if a person you are in relationship treats you like possession.
Also, before I move on to the next passage can I point out that Jace feels literally no guilt that he feels this way about his own sister? Seriously, Jace doesn’t care at all about what Clary might want. It’s all about what he wants and what he needs. This is not how a relationship is supposed to go.
Jace didn’t even really try to let her go and move on, but now he’s pissed that Clary is ostensibly trying to move on. It never really occurs to Jace, that Clary might be right. He doesn’t care that could possibly ruin not just her life but anyone attached to Clary and Jace as well. Not only is incest fucking illegal, they shunned by their families for this to start, Jace could be stripped of his runes. Yet none of this occurs to Jace at all, it’s about possessing Clary.
“No,” said the Queen, to Simon, in a voice like the soft slice of a knife. “That is not what I want either.”
Simon stepped away from Clary, reluctantly. Relief pounded through Jace’s veins like blood, drowning out what his friends were saying. For a moment all he cared about was that he wasn’t going to have to watch Clary kiss Simon. Then Clary seemed to swim into focus: she was very pale, and he couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking. Was she disappointed not to be kissed by Simon? Relieved as he was? He thought of Simon kissing her hand earlier that day and shoved the memory away viciously, still staring at his sister. Look up, he thought. Look at me. If you love me, you’ll look at me.
It’s all about me, me, ME! Seriously, Jace doesn’t give a damn that he might be hurting Clary by pressuring her to be in a romantic relationship. No, once again it’s all about Jace Waylan, and it’s certainly not about love. Love is putting someone else needs above your own. However, Jace only seems to care about his needs. Ugh, I keep screaming about it, but it’s right here in my face and I just want to shake all of these young girls who think relationships like Clary and Jace’s are the ideal relationship.
Also, you notice how he referred to Clary as his sister? Proving once again that Jace doesn’t give one shit about the fact that this is incest and it’s wrong.
And one last thing, as I said back when I sporked this scene originally: Why the fuck is this scene taking so fucking long? Actually, this scene is just as long as the original in the book. None of Clare’s editors thought to tell her to cut down this scene a bit? This is just blatant word padding.
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When I'm not roasting Cassandra Clare, or her creations, I actually have a job as a Digital Artist. When I'm not working, I'm either reading books, or chasing around my nieces and nephews, and fangirling over my OTP's, and re-examining my life choices.