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Detective Josephus A Miller, at the end of Leviathan Wakes (Book 1 of James SA Corey's Expanse series). Spoilerish ramblings below.

So here he is, accepting the first of his many deaths, taking off his helmet and gloves and staying on Eros, and saying "we're gonna be fine". Staying, not because he has to, but so someone else does not have to die (or face their not-quite-death) alone and afraid. Our Dante of the godless void, keeping his Beatrice company on the long way down the gravity well. Yeah, this guy really reminds me of Dante, what with the loneliness, and scrying for meaning in the chorus of the damned that is Radio Free Eros, and his transformative, awkward, weird, hallucinatory/visionary love for a stranger. Only, there is no divine plan, no divine love, and any meaning and learning is incidental, and only wonky, lonely, flawed human love and empathy "move the sun and other stars" (or at any rate, moves Eros towards Venus). So I decided to give Miller Dante's sad aquiline nose by way of homage.

If his face looks a bit droopy and haggard for someone not yet 50, it's mostly because he spends the preceding couple of chapters in tears. In fact, just before this scene: “He didn’t notice that he was weeping until he tried to wipe the tears away, batting his helmet with a gloved hand. He had to make do with blinking hard until his sight cleared.” So, yeah. I really wanted to imagine him independently of what the actor they cast in the series looks like, and feel I've mostly succeeded, but I couldn't quite get away from Tom Jane's haircut. I know he's described as having a "sad basset hound face" in the books, but I'm not sure if I've quite got that here.

Anyhow, this is all moleskine and black colour pencil. Full view is recommended for the full pathos of his mug. This scan is not exactly true to the original, but such are the mysteries of the scanner at the local newsagent (one day, I will buy myself a scanner of my own again, and all shall be much improved – or I will have different mysteries to whinge about, at any rate).

P.S. At one point, Miller is described as giving a “sad basset hound smile” – I’m not entirely sure what that’s meant to look like, as the closest thing to smiling these dogs do is the sort of expression of psychotic glee they wear when they run, as their skin flaps around, as in this image: this I am most perturbed at trying to picture Miller with that face.

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Detective Josephus A Miller, at the end of Leviathan Wakes (Book 1 of James SA Corey's Expanse series). Spoilerish ramblings below.

So here he is, accepting the first of his many deaths, taking off his helmet and gloves and staying on Eros, and saying "we're gonna be fine". Staying, not because he has to, but so someone else does not have to die (or face their not-quite-death) alone and afraid. Our Dante of the godless void, keeping his Beatrice company on the long way down the gravity well. Yeah, this guy really reminds me of Dante, what with the loneliness, and scrying for meaning in the chorus of the damned that is Radio Free Eros, and his transformative, awkward, weird, hallucinatory/visionary love for a stranger. Only, there is no divine plan, no divine love, and any meaning and learning is incidental, and only wonky, lonely, flawed human love and empathy "move the sun and other stars" (or at any rate, moves Eros towards Venus). So I decided to give Miller Dante's sad aquiline nose by way of homage.

If his face looks a bit droopy and haggard for someone not yet 50, it's mostly because he spends the preceding couple of chapters in tears. In fact, just before this scene: “He didn’t notice that he was weeping until he tried to wipe the tears away, batting his helmet with a gloved hand. He had to make do with blinking hard until his sight cleared.” So, yeah. I really wanted to imagine him independently of what the actor they cast in the series looks like, and feel I've mostly succeeded, but I couldn't quite get away from Tom Jane's haircut. I know he's described as having a "sad basset hound face" in the books, but I'm not sure if I've quite got that here.

Anyhow, this is all moleskine and black colour pencil. Full view is recommended for the full pathos of his mug. This scan is not exactly true to the original, but such are the mysteries of the scanner at the local newsagent (one day, I will buy myself a scanner of my own again, and all shall be much improved – or I will have different mysteries to whinge about, at any rate).

P.S. At one point, Miller is described as giving a “sad basset hound smile” – I’m not entirely sure what that’s meant to look like, as the closest thing to smiling these dogs do is the sort of expression of psychotic glee they wear when they run, as their skin flaps around, as in this image: this I am most perturbed at trying to picture Miller with that face.