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As days off go, yesterday was a day I truly would have been better spent working.
Comments would be very helpful today.
There was snow this morning, but nothing stuck, and it's changed over to rain. That was my gift from the Ides of March, I suppose. I've never before told Mars to go fuck "himself," but I'm getting there.
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Last night, we finished Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay. And I'll keep this brief, because there's no need to do otherwise. As a trilogy, these books are a failure. However, The Hunger Games is quite good, and I recommend it. It has something to say, and it says it. It's grim and true. Sure, it's not very original, but original isn't actually very important (it's one of the lies of fiction, originality). That said, Mockingjay has it's moments, and the ending...the last seventy-five pages or so...are close to truly brilliant. Though, the epilogue stunk of one of those things that publishers coerce writers into tacking on so that books won't end on such "down notes." Oh, yes, kittens, this happens all the time. It has happened to me. No, I won't tell you which book.* So, if you want to read the "trilogy," read The Hunger Games, skip Catching Fire, read Mockingjay...BUT....stop at the end of Chapter 27, which is really THE END, and tear out the silly ass, venomous epilogue before you accidentally read it, as it risks making a lie of the truths told in the preceding chapters. The epilogue subverts the truths, exactly the way the propaganda machines of the novel subvert the truth.
The truth is simple and Orwellian. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. I applaud the author for having the nerve to be true to Katniss, but I lament whatever caused her to think a trilogy with a saggy middle was necessary.
I will add that Collins could have done better with her world-building. Specifically, okay...we know America has become Panem following war, climate change, disease, and social upheaval. We know that the population of Panem is small enough that the leaders worry about the size of the human gene pool and try not to inflict too many fatalities for fear of extinction. But. What about the rest of the world? Did all other nations perish absolutely? All of them? It seems very unlikely. And the people of Panem have sophisticated radio (never mind television). Even if Panem isn't actively looking for other nations, those nations would be able to detect Panem's presence.
If nothing else, Panem has boats. The Phoenicians and Vikings did quite a lot of exploration, even without steam, electric, and nuclear-powered ships (Panem at least has the potential to possess all three). I suspect we're not given this information because then questions have to be answered that would threaten the integrity of the story. Example: Why doesn't tyrannical Panem seek much needed resources (including breeding stock) by waging war on other nations? This isn't really a quibble. These questions could have been addressed in such a way that didn't harm the story. They just weren't. That is, not answered by better world-building, which is odd, because most of Collins' world is very, very authentic.
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Other books are entering and exiting my life. Yesterday, we began reading Margo Lanagan's Tender Morsels, which I suspect will be brilliant. Also began Markus Zusak's The Book Thief, which promises to be more brilliant still.
However, I also began what is surely the lousiest attempt at sf I've tried to read in many, many years. I only made it three chapters. Now, I will not tell you the name of the author, the book's title, or the publisher. I will tell you that this is a first-time YA author who got a whopping seven-figure deal for this piece of trash. I will tell you that, because you need to know these things happen. Every damn day. Not to put too fine a point on it, this book is absolutely, irredeemably fucking awful. On every level. Had I discovered it among the scrawlings of a fourth grader, I might have been impressed and thought that someday this person might be able to write. But this was written by an adult. And you need to know, this is how publishing works. Last night, reading it, I'm not sure if all my laughing was because the book's so bloody awful, or if I was laughing the way someone laughs when she peers into the abyss and it peers back into her.
You merely open this book, and all across the universe, brilliant fantasy and sf authors who labor in crushing obscurity and poverty, writing gems for pittances, bow their heads and shuffle on, knowing the score. Business as usual. Seven-figure advances....
If you can avoid it, do not open this book. I can't help you more than I have. My copy (fortunately it was free), goes to the paper shredder. It'll make good packing material.
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I teeter on a needle tip, wondering if I can write YA without abandoning one of the few things that makes me a decent writer: my voice. I believe that I can, but I see so many examples to the contrary. It's hard to find good YA that also has a distinctive voice. Stories that give away their authors with every sentence. Contemporary YA is almost devoid of stylists, and I am, for better or worse, a stylist.
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Yesterday was a success, if only because I didn't commit suicide. May the world still be here tomorrow.
In Utter Fucking Bafflement,
Aunt Beast
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl, the dead shopping malls rise
Like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness. Someone, please cut the ligths...
(Arcade Fire)
It's snowing again. And sticking. Fuck me. Which reminds me, I neglected to mention last night's sex dream involving quantum entanglement.
Postscript (6:19 p.m.): Okay, I will. It was Threshold. And also the novel I ghost wrote.
Comments would be very helpful today.
There was snow this morning, but nothing stuck, and it's changed over to rain. That was my gift from the Ides of March, I suppose. I've never before told Mars to go fuck "himself," but I'm getting there.
---
Last night, we finished Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay. And I'll keep this brief, because there's no need to do otherwise. As a trilogy, these books are a failure. However, The Hunger Games is quite good, and I recommend it. It has something to say, and it says it. It's grim and true. Sure, it's not very original, but original isn't actually very important (it's one of the lies of fiction, originality). That said, Mockingjay has it's moments, and the ending...the last seventy-five pages or so...are close to truly brilliant. Though, the epilogue stunk of one of those things that publishers coerce writers into tacking on so that books won't end on such "down notes." Oh, yes, kittens, this happens all the time. It has happened to me. No, I won't tell you which book.* So, if you want to read the "trilogy," read The Hunger Games, skip Catching Fire, read Mockingjay...BUT....stop at the end of Chapter 27, which is really THE END, and tear out the silly ass, venomous epilogue before you accidentally read it, as it risks making a lie of the truths told in the preceding chapters. The epilogue subverts the truths, exactly the way the propaganda machines of the novel subvert the truth.
The truth is simple and Orwellian. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. I applaud the author for having the nerve to be true to Katniss, but I lament whatever caused her to think a trilogy with a saggy middle was necessary.
I will add that Collins could have done better with her world-building. Specifically, okay...we know America has become Panem following war, climate change, disease, and social upheaval. We know that the population of Panem is small enough that the leaders worry about the size of the human gene pool and try not to inflict too many fatalities for fear of extinction. But. What about the rest of the world? Did all other nations perish absolutely? All of them? It seems very unlikely. And the people of Panem have sophisticated radio (never mind television). Even if Panem isn't actively looking for other nations, those nations would be able to detect Panem's presence.
If nothing else, Panem has boats. The Phoenicians and Vikings did quite a lot of exploration, even without steam, electric, and nuclear-powered ships (Panem at least has the potential to possess all three). I suspect we're not given this information because then questions have to be answered that would threaten the integrity of the story. Example: Why doesn't tyrannical Panem seek much needed resources (including breeding stock) by waging war on other nations? This isn't really a quibble. These questions could have been addressed in such a way that didn't harm the story. They just weren't. That is, not answered by better world-building, which is odd, because most of Collins' world is very, very authentic.
---
Other books are entering and exiting my life. Yesterday, we began reading Margo Lanagan's Tender Morsels, which I suspect will be brilliant. Also began Markus Zusak's The Book Thief, which promises to be more brilliant still.
However, I also began what is surely the lousiest attempt at sf I've tried to read in many, many years. I only made it three chapters. Now, I will not tell you the name of the author, the book's title, or the publisher. I will tell you that this is a first-time YA author who got a whopping seven-figure deal for this piece of trash. I will tell you that, because you need to know these things happen. Every damn day. Not to put too fine a point on it, this book is absolutely, irredeemably fucking awful. On every level. Had I discovered it among the scrawlings of a fourth grader, I might have been impressed and thought that someday this person might be able to write. But this was written by an adult. And you need to know, this is how publishing works. Last night, reading it, I'm not sure if all my laughing was because the book's so bloody awful, or if I was laughing the way someone laughs when she peers into the abyss and it peers back into her.
You merely open this book, and all across the universe, brilliant fantasy and sf authors who labor in crushing obscurity and poverty, writing gems for pittances, bow their heads and shuffle on, knowing the score. Business as usual. Seven-figure advances....
If you can avoid it, do not open this book. I can't help you more than I have. My copy (fortunately it was free), goes to the paper shredder. It'll make good packing material.
---
I teeter on a needle tip, wondering if I can write YA without abandoning one of the few things that makes me a decent writer: my voice. I believe that I can, but I see so many examples to the contrary. It's hard to find good YA that also has a distinctive voice. Stories that give away their authors with every sentence. Contemporary YA is almost devoid of stylists, and I am, for better or worse, a stylist.
---
Yesterday was a success, if only because I didn't commit suicide. May the world still be here tomorrow.
In Utter Fucking Bafflement,
Aunt Beast
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl, the dead shopping malls rise
Like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness. Someone, please cut the ligths...
(Arcade Fire)
It's snowing again. And sticking. Fuck me. Which reminds me, I neglected to mention last night's sex dream involving quantum entanglement.
Postscript (6:19 p.m.): Okay, I will. It was Threshold. And also the novel I ghost wrote.
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Date: 2011-03-21 06:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-03-21 06:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for the hint. Will avoid.
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Date: 2011-03-21 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-03-21 06:52 pm (UTC)(I would LOVE to hear your take on my own YA series...)
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Date: 2011-03-21 07:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, if you put it in the cat box, it'd probably give Hubero an allergy.
I teeter on a needle tip, wondering if I can write YA without abandoning one of the few things that makes me a decent writer: my voice.
Yes. Kathe Koja. Tanith Lee. Ysabeau Wilce. Alan Garner. Elizabeth E. Wein. That's just off the top of my head; I'm sure I'm forgetting even more striking examples. But there are any number of YA authors who are also distinctive stylists: I wouldn't let that be an impediment to the evolution of Blue Canary.
Which reminds me, I neglected to mention last night's sex dream involving quantum entanglement.
That sounds like it could have been awesome . . .
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Date: 2011-03-21 07:26 pm (UTC)Go for it. YA could use more writers like you :)
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Date: 2011-03-21 07:40 pm (UTC)Oh, and think about renting Winter's Bone a week from tonight; that's when Bob and I will be watching and I certainly hope
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Date: 2011-03-21 07:49 pm (UTC)I've noticed you inserting this line lately and it makes me smile. I've been humming that song for days now.
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Date: 2011-03-21 07:53 pm (UTC)I made your points about the problems with worldbuilding, plus the even more obvious contradiction between the low-level tech of most of the country and the sophisticated nationwide TV broadcasts and surveillance cameras, which would require materials not found in the US and a huge energy infrastructure. The analogy with the Roman empire works well for food, I can see that the Capital could be well fed while everyone else starves, but not with technology.
My other comment was that these books are not read as SF by some YA readers (based on anecdotal evidence from several YA librarians of my acquaintance). In fact, several high-schoolers informed me that they hated science fiction, but these novels are not science fiction. When asked when they thought it was happening, they said "Now" or "A few years from now."
So the inconsistent worldbuilding is not bothering them.
It's parallel with the Harry Potter fans who read no other fantasy.
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Date: 2011-03-21 07:59 pm (UTC)Hang in there the snow won't last long this time of year. A few more weeks and we will be complaining about the rain/heat.
And
I don't know whether to be sad or glad that I have no idea what a quantum entanglement sex dream would involve.
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Date: 2011-03-21 09:05 pm (UTC)Have something that made my day a bit better (http://bit.ly/gBYSui). I am hoping that these will end up on shirts.
Which reminds me, I neglected to mention last night's sex dream involving quantum entanglement.
Dream-envy is becoming a familiar state. I think mine involved one of my cats escaping in a new town
Enjoy your snow. It was eighty the day before Equinox, the trees are fucking already here, and I don't dare take anything for it or I'll just be unconscious.
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Date: 2011-03-21 09:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-03-21 09:18 pm (UTC)I wanted another page turner this weekend, and nothing in my reads-in-progress pile fit my mood, so I gave Carrie Ryan's The Forest of Hands and Teeth a try since it was recommended to me by the same friend who recommended The Hunger Games. It served as a page-turner with action that kept my curiosity peaked, but the story as a whole was kind of flat, the characters were annoying, and the ending pissed me right off. It did pass the time though, which is all I really wanted in the moment. It only took about five hours to read.
Now I think I'm in the mood for something a little more complex, so it's back to The Orange Eats Creeps, which I'm almost a third of the way through. I'm loving the mood, but it's definitely the kind of read that requires my complete and uninterrupted attention. I feel like I need to put it down regularly to let what I've read settle in my head just to feel like I know a little of what's going on.
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Date: 2011-03-21 09:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
From:Francesca Lia Block has a style.
Date: 2011-03-21 10:13 pm (UTC)I adore your posts. And I appreciate the fact that you are honest and don't try to hide/fake it.
You give me the motivation to at least try writing things out even when no-one else will read it, because everything else is going so wrong. I admire your writing/work ethic.
Re: Francesca Lia Block has a style.
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Date: 2011-03-21 10:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-03-21 10:43 pm (UTC)I can do many things.
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Date: 2011-03-21 11:18 pm (UTC)It's grim and true. Sure, it's not very original, but original isn't actually very important...
is pretty much how I ended up feeling about it. So thank you again for the recommendation.
One of the best stylists I've encountered lately was, to my surprise, a YA novelist (Franny Billingsley, The Folk Keeper). (I was surprised partly because the cover for that novel is quite mismarketed and makes the book look appropriate for second-graders or thereabouts, when in fact it's extremely dark.)
And sticking. Fuck me. Which reminds me, I neglected to mention last night's sex dream involving quantum entanglement.
That was an awesome segue.
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Date: 2011-03-22 12:39 am (UTC)Re: Disaster
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Date: 2011-03-22 04:20 am (UTC)Now I wonder if someone who knits or sews is crafty enough to re-bind the books to be the way you describe.
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