Month: August 2014

August 2014

I read:

  • Izzy, Willy Nilly: 80s YA written by someone who I don’t believe has ever actually met or was ever a teenager, or, when they were a teenager, were a teenager like me, quiet, studious, asleep each Saturday night by nine to be awake for church at eight. Every character has one trait and one trait only. No one has depth. But the book is a hardcover from the library and smells the way old hardcovers from the library do (the rotting bookbinding glue) so I breathe it in. But then the story is full of girls who only care about being pretty and popular, so I am sad again. Why is Izzy so concerned with giving Rosamunde a makeover? Rosamunde doesn’t want one. Being pretty isn’t everything.
  • After the Fire, A Still Small Voice: A so what? book, i.e. I got to the end and thought so what? Beautiful writing doesn’t make up for characters whose change is so subtle that I guess I missed it. The same at the beginning, the same at the end.

    Also, this is very, unapologetically Australian novel. I spent much time on http://www.koalanet.com.au/australian-slang.html to decipher what was going on. Australians. Reminds me of Costa Rica and the Australians I worked with, people who have faded from me in the ten years since then. There are days when I would give anything to go back to that. So I think of this book and I yearn for nothing that this book even touched on, other than people who live in another hemisphere where summer and winter are reversed, people who get long summer breaks over Christmas.

  • The Language of Flowers: A book that kept raising my hopes, but then would veer into melodrama and over-explanation. So I’d get frustrated and want to quit, but it was for book club so I kept going. To be fair, I would have kept going anyway. Books like this make me wonder what happened to editors.
  • The One and Only: Each time I complain about Jane Austen, I always say that I feel like I’m reading the 1810’s chick-lit. Then I wonder if the chick-lit of today is going to end up classic 2010’s novels of manners in the same way. I hope not, especially since that would mean books like The One and Only will stick around for ever. I didn’t mind the other Emily Giffen books nearly as much as this one, which I’m close to despising. Perhaps its the very-and-obviously-so photoshopped author’s photo (although this may be a marketing decision). I don’t care what my author’s look like. Maybe it’s the issue of the week feel with the domestic abuse/violence in sports situation, which, rather than natural, feels like someone told her to pick and issue to lend your book gravitas and manipulate your readers into thinking that this is a serious novel. Maybe that’s it. Maybe I liked Emily Giffen better when she was writing silly books about people in farcical situations.

    In any case, I think this will be the last Emily Giffen book I read.
  • Secret of Grim Hill: Some children’s books are enjoyable for adults (like Roald Dahl). Some less so. This one is less so.
  • Walking Dead Compendium One: You know how you read about cults and fringe groups how they normalize the crazy. Everything starts out normal and then small changes and more small changes until you are in all the way and don’t realize it. I keep feeling that The Walking Dead is kind of like a MRA-misogynistic version of that, like it’s trying to nudge your thinking that way. Or maybe I’m overthinking it and Robert Kirkman is just a dick.
  • The Westing Game: I hadn’t read this in a long time. It’s still engaging, but maybe I stayed engaged because I remember a world without cellphones. This is one of those novels where a lot could have been solved in minutes with cellphones.
  • School for Good and Evil: Probably fitting that a book about being either good or evil ends up being neither with a bunch of muddled motivations and characters. Tries to subvert fairy tale essentials, but then ends up reinforcing them (most glaringly the good/beautiful evil/ugly dichotomy) alongside a heavy-handed subplot with GLBTQ overtones regarding love. Plus the endless italics and ambiguous pronouns getting in the way. Verdict: One of those books that I want to just take and fix it by rewriting it myself. It’s like How did this ever get published at the same time as I’m so jealous I didn’t think of this first.
  • Lemony Snicket #1: The Bad Beginning: As I mentioned before, I am really liking Lemony Snicket. I always think of the writer/storyteller divide. Some writers are writers and some are storytellers (yes, I know it’s confusing that a writer could not be a writer. I’m used to this nonsense considering a did a PhD in Combinatorial Game Theory where game means a set of mathematical objects that satisfy some certain conditions, the ruleset for a specific game, or a position within a game depending on the context). Some are both. J.K. Rowling is a storyteller (I think, I haven’t read Harry Potter in years): you’re reading Harry Potter for the plot, not for the language. But Lemony Snicket, I’m reading for both. It amuses both me and Tesfa.
  • Niko: Q: How does a five (out of five) star novel become a three (out of five) star novel? A: Have a protagonist suddenly be struck with amnesia on page 143. We’re not a novel in from the 1800s. Amnesia as a plot device has been thoroughly played out. Then have the last twenty pages have dialogue that sounds like it was written by a computer AI from the 1980s. This seems to be the month of book disappointment for me. Maybe it’s less the books. Maybe I’m just sour this month.



Most promising book put on wishlist:

I’ve read some good reviews. So there it is.





I watched:

  • The Mindy Project: I am rewatching The Mindy Project is a very obsessive way.
  • Southcliffe: I watched one episode. I might watch more when Tesfa is back in school.
  • The Hunger Games: Oh my this movie stressed me out, even though I’d read the books and knew what would happen. I’m still stressed out now, a few days later. I need to stop getting so emotionally involved in movies.

    Right before we started watching, I saw our DVD of The Princess and The Warrior sitting on the shelf of DVDs that we have yet never watch. Maybe it was because of that glimpse, but I had the same feelings about the male protagonists of both movies – I would never see how he could be attractive, but by the end, I was like “Yeah, I can see it.” So yeah, I would totally, in an age-appropriate way, see how Peeta would be attractive. I think, even if I hadn’t read the book, I would have got the subtext, that Katniss is convincing herself, at some level, to play the audience in regards to her and Peeta. I remember reading articles about that when the movie came out. Or maybe I wouldn’t. Who knows. Yay movies!





I wrote: Nothing. See here.

But, my chapbook, which I submitted to The Rusty Toque Chapbook contest got an Honourable Mention (I got an email about that this morning, will link to announcement when it goes public). Any publishers looking for a chapbook, I’ve got one with an honourable mention all ready for you.

bad writer confession

August is almost over and I have written nothing.

In my head, I’ve written things. Just not on paper. The thought of taking a pencil and writing something down just seems insurmountable. Like now, Tesfa is catching caterpillars in the yard and I could write fiction, but instead I half read my book and read message boards on the internet. A break would be good if afterwards I felt refreshed and eager to get back into the writing fray.

But I don’t. I don’t feel excited about writing at all.

I should finish my July story and start my August one. I should wrap up the faerie story, even if the ending is as sour as a lemon. I should do a bunch of writing exercises to write something new.

But I don’t.

I guess I’m a writer who doesn’t write right now. And I feel pretty pathetic.

a bad library user confession

So it’s happened.

The first time in thirty-four years.

The last time it almost happened, I was five, but we eventually found it, behind the frame of a picture that hung alongside the staircase. It was determined that someone had kicked it over the stairs and it had lodged behind there. Much later, one of my sister or I kicked a pair of scissors the same way, which went careening down into the goldfish tank and hit one of Bert or Ernie (I was an kid raised on television; what can I say?), who swam tilted over for quite some time before he finally righted himself and went back to being an upright goldfish.

I have lost a library book.

I think we left it where we were staying last week on holiday. I emailed the proprietress and told her, should it turn up, the book can be returned to any library in the province (yay full-across-the-province library system). But I have yet to hear a response (actually, no one I’ve emailed in the past week and a half has emailed me back. What’s up with people taking summer breaks and not attending to my needy needs?) so I am not hopeful.

Now I have to go and shamefully reveal my trespass to Allan the librarian, who will shake his head and look at me like maybe I don’t deserve to take out any more books ever. But then whose books will you put on the hold pick-up shelf Allan? I always have books on that shelf.

So goodbye Burning Your Boats Collected Stories of Angela Carter. I wanted to read you and was judged, by my inability to gather up all my detritus, to be unworthy of the task.

Also, we seem to have left Og behind. If anyone is in need of a present for Tesfa, here you go.

no news

As it says. No acceptances or new stories. I’d hoped I would learn how to write with Tesfa around this summer and failed, spectacularly. Except for this:

puzzle 005

So maybe I still haven’t finished draft zero of my July story about The Log Driver’s Waltz and I haven’t even started an August story (although maybe I will write one called Variations on an Office Romance, which I’m afraid to google because likely it is already a story/porn movie). So maybe I still haven’t found a great ending to my faerie story or written it up. So maybe I didn’t read as many books as I had hoped.

Instead, I have a happy kid and I helped with that.

Princessification and other Criticisms of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

So we finally finished all of MLP:FiM. All four seasons. I haven’t seen Equestria Girls and have no interest in seeing how to make a bunch of hypersexualized dolls out of horses, so I can’t comment on that (other than, I guess, that dig there).

There’s a level where I don’t mind MLP:FiM. I like that Tesfa can watch a show filled with differentiated females who each have diverse interests (reading, animals, fashion, sports, parties). I like that there is silliness because I like Tesfa to know that she can be silly.

But..

I saw this in either This Film is Not Yet Rated or an article about the ratings system (can’t remember exactly) about a violent movie that, without editing, the director(s?) kept submitting and resubmitting to the ratings board until the reviewers were desensitized to the violence and gave it a lower rating than they were going to give it initially. Having spent, by this point, full days of my life watching MLP:FiM, I feel like that: desensitized. The first episode, I thought Rainbow Dash was so snarky, which reminded me of an article (that again I can’t find) about what poor role models Disney live-action shows were, where the characters are super-sarcastic and over-the-top, rather than genuine and caring. Then Zecora. Is anything on the show as problematic as the tokenism/Magical Negro-ism of Zecora? But, having seen the episodes so many times now, those things, and others, which stopped me in my tracks the first time through, they’re just background now. I ignore them and move on. That isn’t good.

(And also, in Season Four, Pinkie Pie goes from being ebullient to simply manic, to the extent that I would actually be worried about her mental health, if she were a person and not a cartoon pony.)

But, what’s been bothering me now, more so than bratty behaviour and racism, is Twilight Sparkle. The end of season three, she becomes a princess. Uggggggg. The show already has three princesses. It’s not like there was a dearth of princesses that the show wanted to address so that they could get a toehold in on the princess-market. The pro is that Twilight got to be a princess through hard work, not through marrying in and becoming just smiles and waves and flawless hair, bland with zero personality (sorry Kate, but you know it’s the truth). But still, why? Why does children’s entertainment need to give me another princess? Why couldn’t Twilight have become a scientist or a wizard or the mayor or something that wasn’t princessy?

My only princess consolation is that I have now drilled it into Tesfa’s head that you can’t just be a princess. You have to be a princess who does something. So she is a princess who saves animals. She says I am a princess who spends too much time on the computer. Geoff, luckily, has escaped being regnified, which is a word I made up because I am a princess so I can.

Classics Club Spin

See here.

I decided to do all the ladies this time. My list:

  1. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
  2. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
  3. Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Wolfe
  4. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
  5. Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
  6. The Complete Stories by Flannery O’Connor
  7. Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
  8. The Devil’s Pool by George Sand
  9. The Garden Party and Other Stories by Katherine Mansfield
  10. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
  11. The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter
  12. Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys
  13. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
  14. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
  15. Middlemarch by George Eliot
  16. Beloved by Toni Morrison
  17. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
  18. The Collected Stories of Colette by Colette
  19. The Awakening by Kate Chopin
  20. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

The number will be picked on August 11th. So stay tuned.

Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Authors You Own The Most Books Of

I took this from Reading in Bed. I think, dear reader, you could save a lot of time on this blog if you simply read Reading in Bed, since I take the memes she does and I read the books she reviews (much more competent reviews than my own) and basically am just a creepy internet follower/stalker, so maybe you should be reading her. Like right now. Go and read it (but maybe open it in a new tab in case you still want to read here).

So I made a list of the ten ten authors I own the most books of. Since I have five Billy bookcases, plus another bookcase in Tesfa’s room, plus books strewn around the house, plus no organisation to our books whatsoever, this took a little work. I included books that are Geoff’s because Geoff is always saying that they aren’t my books and his books, but they are our books. He says it a lot. Underlined books in the lists below are books I have not read, so likely astute readers can determine which books are our books but less so mine.

Honourable Mentions (5 $$\le x \le 7$$): Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (5), Graham Greene (5), Michael Ondaatje (5), John Irving (5), Robert J. Sawyer (5), Anton Chekhov (5), Judy Blume (5), Lloyd Alexander (5), Mo Willems (5), Margaret Atwood (6), Douglas Adams (6), Minette Walters (6), Warren Ellis (6), Mordechai Richler (6), Robertson Davies (7), Jim Benton (7).

And I have to do twelve authors, just because I have four authors with eight books each.

12. George R. R. Martin (8 books): Fevre Dream, A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, A Dance With Dragons, Windhaven (with Lisa Tuttle), Dreamsongs Bundle Volumes I and II;

11. Douglas Coupland (8 books): JPod, Microserfs, Generation X, The Gum Thief, Shampoo Planet, Polaroids from the Dead, Worst. Person. Ever., Life After God;

10. Neil Gaiman (8 books): The Doll’s House, Dream Country, Seasons of Mists, A Game of You, Brief Lives, Endless Nights, Coraline, Fortunately The Milk;

9. John Le Carré (8 books): The Honourable Schoolboy, The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, The Constant Gardener, A Small Town in Germany, Our Kind of Traitor, Three Complete Novels (Call for the Dead, A Murder of Quality, The Spy Who Came In From The Cold), Absolute Friends, A Delicate Truth;

8. Philip K. Dick (9 books): The Man In The High Castle, The Short Happy Life of the Brown Oxford, Eye in the Sky, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldrich, Minority Report, Galactic Pot Healer, Ubik, Solar Lottery, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?;

7. Joseph Conrad (9 books): Under Western Eyes, Nostromo, Three Short Novels, Lord Jim, Suspense, Chance, Heart of Darkness, The Nigger of the Narcissus, The Secret Agent;

6. Dr Seuss/Theo LeSieg (10 books): Ten Apples Up On Top, One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, Fox in Socks, In a People House, Dr Seuss’ ABCs, Hop on Pop, Green Eggs and Ham, Horray for Diffendoofer Day (with Jack Prelutsky), And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street, The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins;

5. Beverly Cleary (11 books): Henry Huggins, Henry and Beezus, Beezus and Ramona, Ramona the Pest, Ramona the Brave, Ramona and Her Father, Ramona and Her Mother, Ramona Quimby Age 8, Ramona Forever, Ramona’s World, Dear Mr Henshaw;

4. Roald Dahl (11 books): Tales of the Unexpected, Someone Like You, Ah Sweet Mystery of Life, The Wonderful World of Henry Sugar, Matilda, Fantastic Mr Fox, The BFG, James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Twits, The Witches;

3. CS Lewis (11 books): Mere Christianity, Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, That Hideous Strength, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Prince Caspian, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, The Silver Chair, The Horse and His Boy, The Magician’s Nephew, The Last Battle;

2. William Shakespeare (12 books): The Norton Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost, Twelfth Night, Troilus and Cressida, Two Gentleman of Verona, Much Ado About Nothing, King Lear, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Late Romances (Pericles, Cymbeline, A Winter’s Tale, The Tempest), Titus Andronicus and Timon of Athens, Three Tragedies (Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear), Othello;

And….

1. Agatha Christie (55 books): Yeah, I’m not writing all of those out. Come over to my house and I’ll show you the shelf if you’re really interested.