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Truly, Madly, Deadly_ The Unofficial True Blood Companion - Becca Wilcott [106]

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Temps to restore order to chaos.

Highlight: Terry: “Bullshit. God has horns!”

Nightcap: Maniacal Maryann showing up is definitely one of the best parts of this episode, with that over-the-top crazy-as-a-loon laughter like she’s just having the time of her life. At Bill’s home, Maxine Fortenberry plays the Wii game Dead Space Extraction, a first-person rail shooter game about a group of space colonists working to fight against the infection of a group of re-animated, human corpses. The connection between the game and True Blood runs even deeper, with many of the characters suffering from hallucinations. The game is used to hilarious effect with Maxine because, while we know she has a fighter inside her, she’d never go out of her way to find herself in a scuffle. Dionysus is known by many names. The alternate names and their meanings shown in Bill’s book are: Bromios — noisy or boisterous; Dendrities — he of the trees; Eleutherios — the liberator; Enorches — denotes Dionysus as a fertility god; Bacchus — name used by the Romans for Dionysus. When Terry says that the EPW is secured, he’s using a military acronym for “Enemy Prisoner of War.”

Relationship Crypt Falls: Jessica, we are right there with you about Hoyt’s mother. And I can’t believe I’m going to paraphrase Maryann, but where on earth did you get the idea this was about you? It takes at least half a year of dating until you can tell off someone else’s mother, and, at that rate, at least a few years before you go biting her and expect forgiveness. Maxine’s a trip alright, but Hoyt’s the one who will have to deal with the aftermath. You weren’t working in his best interests; you were finishing what you started with your father. As a result, you’ve proven to Hoyt what his mother always expected, that, at heart, you’re a monster.

Paging Dr. Creepy: We’ve seen just about everything. Organ soufflés. Gaping chest wounds. Naked bodies of every shape, size, and cleanliness. And exploding vampires. But we’ve yet to see a vampire throw up. Out a car window, no less. That’s like hearing your dad throw up for the first time. He’s supposed to be invincible; what are those wretched noises? And with nothing but synthetic blood to line his stomach, it was probably pretty foul-smelling to boot.

Encore: During the end credits we hear “New World in My View,” performed by Sister Gertrude Morgan and King Britt. Sister Gertrude Morgan (1900–1980) was 38 and living in Columbus, Georgia, when she heard a voice from God telling her to preach the word on the streets. She left her family to move to New Orleans, which she believed to be “the headquarters of sin,” and created an orphanage with two other missionaries. She received another message from God to begin painting, and yet another to call herself a Bride of Christ. She wore a nurse’s uniform and established “The Everlasting Gospel Mission.” Sister Morgan also enjoyed a degree of fame as a prolific folk artist, often working in crayon and using whatever surface she could find. In the early ’70s, Sister Morgan recorded Let’s Make a Record comprised of nothing more than her singing — often repeatedly chanting words like “power,” “hallelujah,” and “amen” — and a tambourine. Twenty-five years after her death in 1980, the Ropeadope record label brought Philadelphia DJ King Britt on board to revisit her music. The result was 2005’s King Britt Presents Sister Gertrude Morgan, which added contemporary beat programming and instrumentation to Sister Morgan’s sparse vocals and tambourine. In this episode, the prayer that Lettie Mae recites is from Psalms 103:1–4: “Bless the LORD, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget none of His benefits; Who pardons all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases; Who redeems your life from the pit, Who crowns you with loving kindness and compassion.” Bon Temps, Louisiana, is the new headquarters of sin, utterly lost and without hope, flailing in a battle not divided between mortals and demons, but true good and pure evil. Maryann, in a strange turn,

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