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  • Here’s to Freedom and Dignity

    So, after immersing myself in such a fantastical world as 1Q84, I decided to go and read one of the classic psychological texts I’d been putting off. So I picked up B.F. Skinner‘s Beyond Freedom and Dignity. I’ve always loved reading his work, whether it’s part of his memoirs or other psychological tracts such as Walden 2 (which you should totally read, btws). This one was a rather more dry compilation of his views on the training of man and culture.

    For those of you who don’t know what Skinner was all about, he basically felt that man could be trained to anything, using similar conditioning tricks that work on your dog. He’s totally right in some respects, a little far gone in others. Regardless, he has some very interesting ideas about the fallacy of trying to create a utopia that is larger than a small group (small enough that everyone knows everyone else) and trying to change and shape cultures deliberately to ensure that they continue on in the future.

    And as usual, I found Skinner’s writing style to be open and accessible. He’s not one for obscure language or high-falutin’ terminology. He wanted his work to be understood by the lay person, so he did his best to ensure that anyone reading it would be able to understand and take away his central message about training ourselves to be stronger and better people.

    If you have any interest in how humanity as a larger unit might be shaped by behavioral sciences, this would probably be worth a read.

    Picture of Skinner

     

  • To Edit or Not to Edit

    So, I’m pretty much done with my first round of queries where I had decided to approach agents who represented not only literary fiction but popular genres as well in an effort to obtain one agent that would benefit me over the life of my career. I am now wondering if that was doing a disservice to my novel or whether it was the best thing I could have done.

    No, I do not have representation yet, but I have some very interesting feedback. I am more confident than ever in my writing style as I got multiple compliments on the writing itself. No, it was the organization of the plot and the character’s beginning emotional state that is in question.

    From the agents I got actual feedback and not a form letter, it appears that they want it to read as more of a suspense novel instead of the literary piece I was striving for. My objection is that I am afraid this will be setting up my readers for disappointment, and I really don’t want to do that. Yes, there are suspense elements, but this is not a suspense novel.

    I might be able to address some of this in the way that my protagonist is presented in the novel. By the time we enter the story, he’s already become quite emotionally numb to the ordeal and that may be one of the biggest problems. They can’t connect and engage with him. This is the first I’ve heard of this, but then again, these are all popular fiction agents and I have no idea what would happen if I handed it to agents who only take on literary projects.

    So here is the quandary I am mired in. How much editing do I take on before sending it out again? Do I restructure the beginning to more closely resemble a suspense plot? Do I reframe the lead to be more of an emotionally accessible character? Or do I stick to what i have and send it to the next round of agents (which I’d already decided was going to be a strictly literary crowd)? This isn’t supposed to be the next Lovely Bones, but I think it could be the next Olive Kitteridge. Literary at heart with a wide popular appeal. In which case, I probably have a bit more work to do again before I start the next set of queries.

    I didn’t think this was going to be the hardest part of being a writer. I definitely thought it was going to be the editing I would have to force myself to do BEFORE sending out to agents and all. But no, this is definitely the hardest part. Of course, I say this before getting past it, and who knows what kind of sand traps could come next. I know one author who really hates book tours, another who hates writing the first draft. I guess it’s all just dependent on the individual.

  • Subversion Flash

    Don’t you hate it when you stump yourself with your own prompt? Anyway, better late than never.
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    They were a precision team, designed to tackle the most devastating obstacles and escort their charges safely to the other side. They were battle hardened and weary from being on their feet since dawn, but these things never asked whether you were tired. They never asked whether you needed a break. They came whenever they decided, and the harder they made life for you, the better.

    It was the men they were escorting through this ordeal that fared the worst. Concussions, broken bones (noses and hands were common), psychological trauma that even the most savvy PTSD therapist had trouble cracking. The women were eventually fine. Most of them. But it was hard.

    And another case just slammed through the door, screaming, blood dripping from the husband’s nose. “I didn’t know what to do, what should I do?”

    The wife panted and moaned, clutching her abdomen, and the husband paled, listing slightly. “I can’t take it anymore, what can I do?”

    The nurses usher him out to have someone look at this nose and the rest of the team turn to the woman, timer running, braced for the worst. “Dilation complete, this one barely made it in time. It’s crowning! Ready to receive the package in five…four…three…two…”

  • Writing Prompt #9

    Before I get to the prompt for this week, let me remind you that you can share your responses to the prompt either in the comments on this post, or in the comments on my response. If your response to the prompt is too long, let me know in the comments and we’ll get it posted as a regular post!
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    Sometimes the way in which we describe something can give it an entirely different connotation than it would normally have. For instance: At a meeting a few weeks ago, our IT guy started a sentence with “Well, when my wife goes pregnant…” and we all died of laughter. Why? Because his phrasing juxtaposed birth and pregnancy with language used with nuclear attacks.

    So, what event, situation, thing, person, etc can you describe in such a way that it takes on an entirely new and unexpected meaning?

    Beware Exploding Babies sign

  • Count the Moons

    1Q84 by Haruki Murakami is quite the novel. While being incredibly lengthy, it also does justice to that length. There isn’t a single word, character, or subplot that the book could do without; they all carry their weight. I will be the first to admit that around the beginning to section 3, I was ready to throw something at Murakami in frustration. I couldn’t understand why he just kept drawing out waiting for the meeting between Aomame and Tengo. But when they finally do meet, it’s entirely the right moment.

    Murakami is a mastermind of magical realism, but I will argue that this novel is a straight up fantasy. On page 462, one of the characters informs Aomame that, “You’ve been reading too much science fiction.” because of her conjectures about dropping into a world with two moons. And I agree, this isn’t science fiction. It’s not some far flung future, with crazy advanced technology. No, this takes place in the recent past and deals with little magical people who build air chrysalises that create some kind of doppelganger. And they way you can tell you’re in the world of the little people (some call is 1Q84, some call it the Cat Town) is that there is a second moon–smaller, malformed, and greenish. Fantasy, straight up.

    I don’t want to talk too much about the plot since there are a ton of twists and turns that I really don’t want to give away, but I do want to talk briefly on the structure of it. The chapters alternate between Aomame and Tengo’s point of views and their two discreet storylines. This is sometimes a hard feat to pull off because one storyline will end up more compelling than the other. Murakami somehow managed to make both lines just as compelling, which is interesting because the content of those separate lines would seem to lend themselves to an interest disparity. No, I’m not going to tell you what they are, that would be doing you a disservice. Pick it up and read it!

    And for all that the book is enormous (925 pages of narrative alone without counting front and back matter) it’s got an interesting design. I love the cover, it uses an onionskin book jacket with transparent sections that spell 1Q84 allowing the girl and boy on the covers to peek through on the front and back. And the spine alternates where the letters are. Half are on the onionskin, the other half printed on the spine of the book. It just makes for a unique and engaging cover design which speaks to the dual and uncertain nature of the text itself. Inside however, I have one qualm with the designer. There are no running headers or footers, but a side bar with 1Q84 in a square and the page number…well, the page number appears in random places along that sidebar, sometimes backwards, and it changes from chapter to chapter. For someone like me who likes to know where in the book I am incase my bookmark falls out, it drove me a little bit crazy. But I’m sure very few people even notice it.

    But all told, definitely worth the time it takes to make it through this opus. When you finish it, you’ll put it down and go to the window–just to make sure there is only one moon floating in the sky.

    Cover of 1Q84

  • Giving books

    Found the coolest charity this week, and it was being advertised on Hulu (of all places to advertise reading…) It’s called World Reader and it’s goal is to promote literacy around the world. They do this through donations of digital readers to third world classrooms. And before you get your panties in a twist, your donation also includes a solar charger for the unit.

    I personally think this is a great idea, expanding access to educational tools around the world. You can make a difference in a young child’s life here by giving them access to the books that can change their lives.

    Photo curtesy of worldreader.org

  • Parody Flash

    Galin slapped her hands together to better spread the chalky powder over their surface. It sent up a cloud of dust that made her sneeze, and when her site cleared, she couldn’t help but smile. The view of the stadium from the sidelines of the field never ceased to make her giddy. Ever since she had watched her first town game, at the state mandated age of five, all she had wanted to do was be down here, in the middle of the action.

    Not on the field, because that was a level of pain she couldn’t handle, but as a Trainer. Physician, physical therapist, stretcher, surgeon, tension reliever. Whatever the players needed, she was there to handle it. She’d heard rumors of some of the things the players could demand, but it was her first week actually working with the team, and she couldn’t be certain how much of it was truth and how much of it was designed to scare rookie Trainers away from the favored Athletes.

    While the politics between trainers could get rough, it was nothing compared to the politics surround the Game in its entirety. This is where the State flourished–on and off the field. Competition within the state was stiff to be the best of the best, trades between teams were incentives on business deals, coporate and political sponsorship was integral to a team’s success. The bigger your sponsors, the better your chances for winning, or at least buying out the referees. And of course, the best of the best were selected for the State’s All-Star team. And once a year, they competed against the best teams from all the other states. Competition between the States determined trade agreements, treaties and marriages; it was a form of war. Land traded States, companies were bought out by the whim of the winds on the ball.

    There were no ties and there were no games called on account of weather. Athletes died every year on the field to be replaced by new young men, eager to show their worth and start gaining sponsorship. Nearly all of them arrived at the stadium with one sponsor from their hometown, or they never could have afforded the trip.

    Galin watched one of the new boys warming up on the field now, frowning at the large grouping of sponsor patches on his tunic already. She didn’t know how he had managed to snag the eye of one of the lesser Senators, but that was his insignia above the young man’s heart. Perhaps it was a family connection, that sometimes happened.

    A horn sounded from in front of the stadium and the waiting crowd roared in response. This call was repeated two more times, louder at each repetition, until the gates were thrown open and the crowds rushed in to fill the stone pews. The entire city was there, eager to watch that day’s bloodbath.

  • Writing Prompt #8

    Before I get to the actual prompt for this week, let me remind you that you can share your responses to the prompt either in the comments on this post, or in the comments on my response. If your response to the prompt is too long, let me know in the comments and we’ll get it posted as a regular post!
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    This week’s prompt: I have recently discovered a religion called Discordianism.  Whether or not this is a parody religion, no one is quite sure, but everyone is in agreement that it is rather hilarious and everyone should read about it, at least briefly (hence the link to their wiki). Anyway, parodies are a true art form, and have left us in stitches for years. So….

    What in your life deserves a parody? Maybe it’s something you take too seriously. Or your friend takes too seriously. If you’re looking for some inspiration, take a look at one of my favorite parodies of all time: Body Rituals among the Nacerima. And start parody-ing!

    A glyph of Eris of Discord.

  • Kitty Noire

    Blacksad by Juan Diaz Canales and Juanjo Guarnido is a Noire graphic novel where the characters are animals. Our lead detective is a cat with the last name of Blacksad. It’s a fairly stanard noire with the down-at-his-luck private eye, his failed and dying love life (literally) with kitchy dialogue and everything.

    I couldn’t make up my mind while reading this weather it was supposed to parody the genre or whether it was taking itself seriously. If it was a parody, it’s mildly amusing, otherwise the story and dialogue are just too cliche. That’s not to say it’s not worth a gander.

    It’s art is absolutely beautiful. The animals are wonderfully anthropomorphic, and the style harkens back to the earlier, much more complex, days of comic book art. So it’s fairly easy to put up with the easy one-liners. You’re too distracted by the art to care that much about it!

    Cover of Blacksad

    Anyway, sorry for the hinky schedule this week. I think from here on out, it’s going to be a prompt on Sunday, response on Monday, then other posts on Wednesday and Friday. That just seems to be like the schedule my brain actually wants to keep!

    Happy reading!

  • Beauteous Books

    So there are a bunch of stop motion book videos floating out there now, but this is one of my favorites:

     

    It must have taken so long to do all of that, but it was definitely worth it.