Back for a reread, courtesy of the Coffee House. Red, your writing is always gorgeous, but this story just
sings. It's a prose poem in the best sense of the word--it's somehow so much bigger than itself, if that makes any sense at all. It soars to capture a lifetime of yearning, hope, despair--and finally, the amazed realization of those hopes and dreams. It is sensuous, romantic, deeply moving, and awe-inspiringly sexy. It brings a lump to my throat every time.
I've always loved the quote from which the title comes, and it fits Mick's situation perfectly. It comes from a scene where Portia is describing the difference between justice and mercy. I think that Mick felt that he
deserved the "justice" of being alone and unhappy; that nothing good he could ever do would atone for the terrible things he'd done in the past, for the fact that he was a monster. And Beth's love was the mercy he felt he didn't deserve, yet yearned for so desperately.
Moonlight is a story that explored many themes, and I love this one--the subtle theme of blessings flowing onto those who seem undeserving of them, of mercy being granted to someone who feels irredeemable. Mick showed us over and over again that he was willing to give almost anyone the benefit of the doubt. (That's why he got beat up so much--he always tried to give the other guy a chance to change his mind, and he often got suckerpunched.) And yet he couldn't imagine being granted that same mercy... until Beth loved him.
