Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

An Intellectual Feline

This is Lickety. (Some of you have met her before.) Lickety is a most
precocious cat. But does she really read Herodotus, who wrote about
the Greco-Persian wars? Lickety, can you tell us who won?


Does she really read David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas (upside-down, no less)?
Lickety, what's a genre?

I would say that Lickety loves her people, her people love books,
and therefore, she snuggles up to her people, then wakes,
innocent and ignorant, to the books they've left behind...

except that those are the eyes of a cat who has learned compassion.
Lickety, what's life like in a Siberian prison camp?

(Sunny, on the other hand, makes no pretense of being an intellectual.)

Books I'm Currently Dying to Read

It's causing me pain that I am not reading all of these books this very moment. Also, I need to vacuum my rug.


The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater
The Jewel-Hinged Jaw, essays on science fiction by Samuel R. Delany
Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell
Out of Left Field, by Liza Ketchum
Wild Things! Acts of Mischief in Children's Literature, by Betsy Bird, Julie Danielson, and Peter D. Sieruta
The Dispossessed, by Ursula Le Guin
Birthmarked, by Caragh M. O'Brien
Window on the Square, "a novel of suspense" (according to the cover) by Phyllis A. Whitney
The Other Side of Silence, by Margaret Mahy (how is there a Margaret Mahy novel I haven't read yet?)
A reduced bound manuscript I'm reading for blurbing that it now occurs to me I haven't gotten the okay to blog about. Sorry, I'm not being mysterious on purpose, I just don't have the time to retake the picture :o)

Herve Tullet Introduces His New Picture Book, Mix It Up!

This 50-second video is charming.



I've had a chance to see an early copy of Mix It Up! (out in September), and I would go so far as to say it's my favorite Herve Tullet yet.

Reading and the Cosmos

I'm almost always in the process of reading a book; often I'm reading two. It's not unusual for me to be reading three. (There's also a scattering of a half-dozen books that I read at the pace of a snail across years, but I'm not counting those here – I'm talking about books I'm actively reading now with the intention of finishing them soonish.) That's usually my limit, and when I'm reading three books, two of them will almost certainly be either nonfiction or short stories; I rarely read more than one novel at the same time.

Right now, however, I'm in a few days of taking a break from all writing, which means I have more time to read. I am also preparing, in invisible ways, for the next bunch of writing – which means I'm finding myself drawn to more nonfiction than is usual for me. Putting together the pleasure reading, the reading that is obligated for various reasons, and the reading specifically directed toward informing my writing, I'm currently reading:

The Dispossessed, by Ursula Le Guin. Such a wonderful book to soak up slowly (I'm also alternately listening to the audiobook, which is a delight), and I'm noticing the way Le Guin manages to describe a landscape or a room with one simple, searing sentence which leaves me with a clear vision and does not numb my mind with boredom (as so much descriptive language tends to do). In Urras: "They came into the reading room of the library. Aisles of old books, under delicate double arches of marble, stood in dim serenity; the lamps on the long reading tables were plain spheres of alabaster." Done; no more description of the reading room needed. In Anarres: "The wide streets of Abbenay were quiet in the winter night. At each crossing the dim streetlight made a pool of silver, across which dry snow flurried like shoals of tiny fish, chasing their shadows." Obviously there are grander things to talk about in a book like this, but I'm also loving the little things.

Writing Beyond Race: Living Theory and Practice, by bell hooks. This is a collection of essays, published in 2013 by Routledge, in which hooks talks about systems of domination and how we can challenge them. A dominator culture hurts everyone in that culture; hooks has a way of presenting things clearly, helping me see the bigger picture. A couple of excerpts: "Accountability is a more expansive concept because it opens a field of possibility wherein we are all compelled to move beyond blame to see wherein our responsibility lies. Seeing clearly that we live within a dominator culture of imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, I am compelled to locate where my responsibility lies. In some circumstances I am more likely to be victimized by an aspect of that system, in other circumstances I am in a position to be a victimizer. If I only lay claim to those aspects of the system where I define myself as the oppressed and someone else as my oppressor, then I continually fail to see the larger picture. After more than thirty years of talking to folks about domination, I can testify that masses of folks in our society – both black and white – resist seeing the larger picture." (30-31) Also: "As we move away from dominator culture towards a liberatory culture where partnership and mutuality are valued we create a culture wherein we can all learn to love. There can be no love where there is domination. And any time we do the work of love we are doing the work of ending domination." (37)

Into Great Silence: A Memoir of Discovery and Loss among Vanishing Orcas, by Eva Saulitis. From the cover copy: "Ever since Eva Saulitis began her whale research in Alaska in the 1980s, she has been drawn deeply into the lives of a single extended family of endangered orcas struggling to survive in Prince William Sound. Over the course of a decades-long career spent observing and studying these whales, and eventually coming to know them as individuals, she has, sadly, witnessed the devastation wrought by the Exxon Valdez oil spill of 1989 – after which not a single calf has been born to the group. With the intellectual rigor of a scientist and the heart of a poet, Saulitis gives voice to these vital yet vanishing survivors and the place they are so loyal to. Both an elegy for one orca family and a celebration of the entire species, Into Great Silence is a moving portrait of the interconnectedness of humans with animals and place – and of the responsibility we have to protect them." Here are a few random but beautiful excerpts: "It felt like a dream, as if I'd asked, before sleep: Show me how to be part of this place." (Page 4 – though I'm reading the e-book, so I'm not certain how the page numbers translate to the paper book.) "Most of all, I agonized over stories of the roundups of the 1960s and '70s, live captures of wild orcas for aquariums, juveniles torn away from mothers. Normally residents stay with their mothers for life. Some of those orcas, having been herded with powerboats and seal bombs, surrounded by seines, culled from their pods, isolated in net pens, and shipped all over the world, still circled tanks, day after day." (7) "I fingered my sweater's hem. My mother had knitted it to keep me warm in a wilderness utterly foreign to her." (22)

The Whisperers: Private Life in Stalin's Russia, by Orlando Figes. This book is largely about paranoia, treachery, and heartbreak at the family level during Stalin's regime and I'm honestly not ready to formulate any personal reactions yet, beyond that it's a difficult read for a lot of reasons. Here's a link to the Kirkus (starred) review and an excerpt from the PW review: "One in eight people in the Soviet Union were victims of Stalin's terror—virtually no family was untouched by purges, the gulag, forced collectivization and resettlement, says Figes in this nuanced, highly textured look at personal life under Soviet rule. Relying heavily on oral history, Figes, winner of an L.A. Times Book Prize for A People's Tragedy: The Russian Revolution, 1891–1924, highlights how individuals attempted to maintain a sense of self even in the worst years of the Stalinist purges. More often than not, they learned to stay silent and conform, even after Khrushchev's thaw lifted the veil on some of Stalin's crimes. Figes shows how, beginning with the 1917 Bolshevik revolution, the Soviet experience radically changed personal and family life. People denied their experiences, roots and their condemned relatives in order to survive and, in some cases, thrive. At the same time, Soviet residents achieved great things, including the defeat of the Nazis in WWII, that Russians remember with pride. By seamlessly integrating the political, cultural and social with the stories of particular people and families, Figes retells all of Soviet history and enlarges our understanding of it."

Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I have never read this book, have only just begun, and am already delighted to be adding it to the mix (though I may need to finish The Dispossessed before I can really get into this other big novel).

When I'm reading this many books on so many different topics, you'd think I'd have this sense of great learning and accomplishment. What actually happens is that I become more and more overwhelmed by how little I know about anything. Oh my goodness, I know nothing about science fiction, philosophy, political structures or sociological revolutions, imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, orcas or Alaska, and I know doubly nothing about Russia. Seriously, I feel like the more I try to understand the political history of Russia, the more confused I get, none of which is creating any insight into that nation's current bizarre behavior. I AM IGNORANT!!!

But then I watched the most recent episode of Cosmos: A Space-Time Odyssey and found that host Neil deGrasse Tyson has a knack for pulling everything together so that suddenly everything fits. Of course, this isn't the first time I've noticed that backing yourself up so you're looking at the entire universe is a great way to get perspective and make everything fit :) – I've even blogged about this, more than once – but this wonderful TV show reminded me, just when I needed it, that there is room for everything and that it's valuable for me to remember, always, how much I don't know. Then Tyson made some remark about how every time a genius astrophysicist makes some new discovery, it comes hand-in-hand with an appreciation of how much he or she doesn't know yet (I am paraphrasing) and I was very happy. I may be confused, but I belong here. :o)

This blog post is kind of dense and all over the place, but I'm going to go ahead and publish it, because I need to clean my bathroom and go buy a pie. These are my important responsibilities to the universe today.

January Cold Randutiae

A couple years ago, we had one of those winters that never really got started... hardly any snow, and the temperatures weirdly high. Spring came and I felt like I'd been cheated. That's certainly not happening this year. And here in Cambridge, our frequent temps of 10 and 20°F (-12 and -7°C, approximately) are downright balmy compared to the -20 and -30°F temps (-29 and -34°C) a friend in Minnesota is having on a regular basis. For me, it's something to laugh and occasionally whine about, because I'm damn lucky, but for a lot of people, it's creating a lot of suffering and is downright dangerous… I wish everyone could be okay.

A heartfelt thank you for everyone who clicked on my Seabane Isn't Real post! I just took a look at the hit count and was touched that my readers are taking my request seriously.

Work has been enjoyable lately but also intense and energy-sapping. Hence, no blogging. But I've been keeping a little list of randutiae that bears mentioning, so here we go.

Sherlock. So, Sherlock has returned for a third season in the USA and I'm having some trouble trying to keep straight whether Sherlock has come back from the dead as a total and unforgivable asshole (as in the first episode) or as an entirely forgivable and endearing asshole (as in the second episode). I find his characterization inconsistent, but Benedict Cumberbatch is such a fine actor that I believe in every individual moment completely. Also, these new episodes are FUNNY. And (if you're allergic to spoilers, skip the rest of this paragraph), that kiss in the first few minutes of the first episode was the most entertaining (and hilarious) TV kiss I've ever seen. Fly through a plate glass window, adjust the trenchcoat, ruffle the hair, OH MY GOODNESS. About Mary -- notice I'm not going wild with excitement that they've introduced an important female character. You know what, I'm sincerely glad they have, but I'm tired of treating tiny baby steps as if they're a revolution for the industry, so I'll leave it at that.

Downton Abbey. I have a lot of words about why I'm done watching Downtown Abbey (serious spoilers ahead), but this evening I'd rather do something else with my energy. So instead I'm going to link to an article in the Guardian in which two thoughtful women, Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett and Bidisha, present opposing opinions about whether the rape scene in the second episode of the most current season was acceptable television. I appreciate both women's perspectives, but I especially appreciate Bidisha's, as I am sick to death of the frequency with which rape is portrayed shallowly in entertainment media. I also feel that this particular case -- the rape of Anna, whose husband will certainly retaliate if he finds out -- should be an opportunity for people to talk about what a serious problem it is in our society that there are too many women and children who suffer rape and other violence but are then unable to tell the men in their lives -- fathers, brothers, husbands, partners -- the truth of what's happened, out of fear that those men, rather than giving them the real support they need in that moment, will retaliate in a fit of violence that is understandable but in fact selfishly makes the woman's or child's situation worse.

Among Others Audiobook. I recently read and very much enjoyed the novel Among Others by Jo Walton, and I'd like  to make a special point about the audiobook, read by Katherine Kellgren. Wanting to rest my eyes, I switched to the audiobook at about the 20% mark, and I'm SO glad I did! I would've loved the book either way, but this was one of my best audiobook experiences ever, up there with listening to Barack Obama read Dreams From my Father. At first, I thought it might be a disaster, not because Kellgren reads with a very strong and distinct Welsh accent (this is appropriate to the book) but rather because she reads with a distinct tone of voice that is so different from my inner voice that I was momentarily thrown. It only took me a few minutes to get over that, though, because in fact her tone is just right, and so much more spot-on my own. I laughed out loud so many times! I've now used the word "so" four times in this paragraph (not counting that time), which demonstrates the passion of my recommendation. :o)

The Ides of March. I enjoyed George Clooney's movie The Ides of March, which stars Ryan Gosling (spoilers ahead), but I felt that what was IMO the biggest flaw in the plot was demonstrative of the casual systemic sexism in Hollywood. Namely… why would she kill herself? Why would she kill herself? I felt like maybe the reason she would kill herself is because she's not a real or believable character and exists only to serve the plot. It's a crack in the movie. The actress (Evan Rachel Wood) did a wonderful job with the role, but the movie would have been a better piece of art if she'd been more legitimate a character.

The Heart of Robin Hood I saw this show recently at the American Repertory Theater here in Cambridge, Mass, and (spoilers ahead!) you know what, while I didn't entirely believe in the characterizations of Robin Hood or Marion (Why would she love him exactly? He's a violent, murdering thug! And why would he love her? He saw her once!), the staging is something special. On the stage roof and extending over the audience is the most enormous oak tree, and the actors are essentially aerialists. They enter and exit by climbing or descending ropes OR by sliding down this rather extraordinary steep slope at the back of the stage. You're sitting there watching the show and people keep suddenly appearing on stage by sliding down the back wall! The one moment when I did believe in Robin Hood and Marion's love was achieved by aerialist work. Also, randomly, the show contained the most magical and realistic snowfall I've ever seen on a stage. And it was funny, AND, there's a scene where Robin's gang uses the corpse of a man they've killed as a marionette and it is the FUNNIEST THING EVER, magnificently acted by the guy playing the corpse marionette. (My apologies to this actor; I'm kicking myself for not paying closer attention to the name of that character so that I can share the actor's name here.) Hints of a few Broadway shows – in the use of music, I found it reminiscent of Once, and in the depiction of animals, I thought of War Horse.

Hourly News. This is my new favorite phone app. It plays the three-or four-minute hourly news headlines from NPR, the BBC, the CBC, and a range of other options, including one as far away as Hong Kong. A great way to spend a few minutes getting the major headlines. I wish there were options from a broader range of worldwide sources, and hope this will come in time. Seems to be only for Mac devices, though?

The Perilous Gard. I recently reread and loved The Perilous Gard by Elizabeth Marie Pope. A wonderful book with some Tam Lin elements!

Note by Note: The Making of Steinway L1037. Curious about the hand-craftsmanship that goes into a Steinway piano? If you can get your hands on this documentary, do watch it, it's really fascinating. One thing I love about the process of creating these pianos is how many times a piano is sent to a new department in order to have practically the same manufacturing process applied to it as in the last department. These piano-makers repeat the same process repeatedly with each piano (something I can relate to as a writer), and that's partly what makes Steinway grands such wonderful creatures in the end. Each one unique.

Finally (have I really reached the end of my list?), I'm so happy to report that Bitterblue is a bestseller in Israel. Many thanks to my Hebrew-reading readers and to my Israeli publisher, Kinneret Zmora! That's the cover at the top of this post – click to enbiggen.

Snowy Randutiae for a Sunday

Yesterday was one of those perfect winter days wherein the snow begins early in the day, but lightly – the five-flakes-per-minute variety – then slowly builds, and your own schedule brings you out into it while it's beautiful but not yet gusty and difficult. I had a magical snow walk, then got home to a cozy evening of watching it get wild out there.

I love this time of year, even though it brings its challenges. Actually, the challenges are partly what I love… the darkness, in particular, brings a kind of raw feeling that I can't access as easily the rest of the year. It can be uncomfortable, but it's also a richly contemplative time for me. And I LOVE the New Year.

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I've been wanting to say a few things about books and TV. I'm only giving myself a few minutes to write this post, so forgive me for the lack of linkage and description; I'm trusting in your ability to google. Warning: it's a bit scattered.

I read a YA mystery called The Killing Woods by Lucy Christopher, out in the USA in January. Loved it! Now I'm reading Behind the Scenes at the Museum, which is Kate Atkinson's debut – loving that, too, and I'm excited about two more on my shelf: The Luminaries, by Eleanor Catton, and Among Others, by Jo Walton.

In the world of TV, while I wait for Orphan Black and Call the Midwife to come back (oh, and by the way, Downton Abbey, WE ARE SO OVER), I'm giving Almost Human a chance. This is the SF/crime drama that stars Karl Urban as John Kennex, a human police officer, and Michael Ealy as Dorian, an android police officer, in a futuristic society. The growing bromance between these partners – the crusty human who's having some problems with his humanity, and the sensitive android who's too human for his own good – is what's keeping me watching. Because they're funny. Funniest when they're talking about their boy parts, but entertaining no matter the topic.
JOHN [moodily contemplating the photo of a dead comrade]: Cooper was the only person in my class who could outrun me, outshoot me.
DORIAN: So, there were only two people in your class.
Of course there's always interesting food for thought when humans are paired with androids. We'll see where this show takes that theme. So far, I'm just relieved that we're four episodes in and the writers are still managing to avoid the Most Annoying Way of Creating Tension Ever, namely, having otherwise likable characters withhold really important information from each other and/or lie, for no good reason. (Have you ever found yourself watching a TV show and thinking to yourself, "Why doesn't he just tell them? The entire problem would be solved if he would just tell them! THERE IS NO REASON NOT TO TELL THEM!!!") I hate when TV writers do this! At best, it makes the plot structure shaky and transparent, and at worst, it makes me dislike the characters intensely. Deception can be a powerful event in any plot. But deception with insufficient motivation, committed by characters we're supposed to find sympathetic, then, once discovered by the other characters, dealt with casually in the plotline as if deception is a small thing, is weak writing. It's poor character development all around. Anyway. We'll see where this show goes, but in the meantime, I see potential to believe in these characters, and I appreciate that the writers aren't leaning on Pointless Misinformation as a tension-builder. I'm enjoying it. Though it does strike me as kind of violent for an 8 o'clock time slot.

 John fixes a short-circuit in Dorian's head
using nail clippers and bubblegum.

Moving on... In my quest to be delighted by the acting of David Tennant as often as possible, I just watched the Royal Shakespeare Company's recent production of Hamlet and really, really liked it. Beautifully acted. Tennant as a wonderful moody Dane, Patrick Stewart as Dear Uncle Claudius, Penny Downie as Mom, Mariah Gale as Ophelia, Peter de Jersey as Horatio, and Oliver Ford Davies as my favorite Polonius ever. Seriously, I was (um... spoiler?) quite sorry when, um, Polonius had that accident behind the tapestry, because I wanted him to keep amusing me forever.

I've also, on occasion, been enjoying the French police drama Engrenages (the English title is Spiral).

And finally, if you've given up on reality TV singing competitions because they make your skin crawl but your abandonment makes you sad, you might want to try The Sing-Off on NBC. While I do still rely on the ability to fast-forward, I truly enjoy this competition, which pits diverse (in race, age, sex, and music style) a cappella groups against each other and which is judged by three people who actually have intelligent and interesting things to say (Shawn Stockman, Ben Folds, and Jewel). And the music is just fun. If nothing else, try to catch the opening number one day – a great introduction to the contenders. Here's a video of one of those opening numbers. Remember to appreciate that it's voices only! (As always, if you can't see this video, go to my Blog Actual.)

  
 

Happy December, everyone!

Look to Like, If Looking Liking Move

I've been wanting to draw bloggy attention to Gareth Hinds' beautiful graphic novel adaptation of Romeo and Juliet for ages now. First I was hoping to do it before I left for London/Iceland, but trip preparation got in the way. Then I was hoping to do it upon my return, but reentry kind of knocked me on my ass; then I was hoping to do it in time for NCTE, but work swept me into a vortex, so, hello there, *waves from the vortex*, I failed at that, too. Sigh. But here I finally go!

We all know the story, but I've never seen it told like this before. Gareth brings Verona of the Montagues and Capulets alive; his illustrated adaptation breathes wonderful new life into dialog I'd heard so many times that I believe I'd stopped listening to it. Look at this beautiful cover:


You guys, it has a sword-hilt ampersand.

Over at Gareth's website, he shares a whole lot of the book online, in case you want to see more right away. I really recommend this book. If you're like me, you'll sit down thinking that you're just going to read a few pages, then you'll stay in your chair until you've examined every picture and read the entire thing.

This strikes me as an opportunity to tell a little story about Gareth (who is a friend) and Bitterblue, actually. Sometime after Bitterblue's  release, Gareth dropped me a line. "I have a little something for you," he said. "What's your mailing address?" Intrigued, I gave him my mailing address, then promptly forgot all about it. Until the mail arrived one day and I found a large envelope from Gareth that was well-packed and quite stiff.

Have you, by chance, ever received a large, well-packed, stiff envelope in the mail from a friend who is an artist?

Overcome with excitement, I ran inside and opened the envelope. Those of you who've read Bitterblue, do you remember that the sculptor Bellamew makes a sculpture of her own daughter, Hava, transforming into a bird? Well, here is Gareth's idea of "a little something":



This beautiful drawing now hangs in a position of honor above the bookcase in my office. I love it completely.

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HOWEVER, DON'T THINK FOR A MINUTE THAT THIS HEARTWARMING PERSONAL STORY IS THE REASON I LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET! You should all look at this book, because it's great, and you may be moved to like it very much indeed. (That was a clever reference to my subject line (which is a line from Romeo and Juliet), in case you missed it.) :o)

Guest Post: Helen Lowe


Last year, I spoke with New Zealand-based fantasy author, Helen Lowe, about Bitterblue, an interview that has since been translated into both French and Chinese – probably because Helen asks good questions! Recently, Helen’s novel The Gathering Of The Lost, the second novel in her wall of night series, was shortlisted for the David Gemmell Legend Award for epic-heroic fantasy. Congratulations, Helen!

Authors can always get together and talk. But what if our characters talked to each other? Helen had the idea of writing a guest post for my blog that was a conversation between Bitterblue and her lead character, Malian of Night. The result, which you can read below, is a really nice introduction to Malian and her situation. Thank you for writing this conversation and letting me share it on my blog, Helen!

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Bitterblue: Welcome, Malian, to Monsea. It’s wonderful to meet you. You know, in many ways, I feel our situations are similar: you've lost your mother and are estranged from your father, and we both feel a strong sense of duty to our people. Do you see those same similarities?

Malian: I think it’s very true that we share a similar sense of commitment and duty to our people, although as yet I am only the Heir to the House (nation) of Night, while you are already a ruling Queen. We have both also, when young, been forced to flee from our homes to save our lives, although you were able to return quite soon when your father died, whereas I remain in exile. In some ways that gives me more freedom to enjoy the kinds of adventures your friend Katsa has – but whether in exile, or on the Wall of Night where I am returning now, the duty to lead and protect my people, and save our world from its enemies, if I can, remains the same.

In terms of our family situations, I feel there are both similarities and differences. You knew your mother, who is now dead, killed by your father’s hand – and I feel for what I know must be your deep grief. I, however, never knew my mother, and grew up believing she was dead. I have since found out that she may in fact have fled from an exile similar to my own, to the ranks of my deadly enemies, the Darkswarm. My father allowed my mother to be exiled, and later exiled me as well, but although he is a stern, unbending man, who holds to the letter of our people’s laws, he is not a cruel or a corrupt one, as your father was. Despite our differences, I still love him.

Bitterblue: I knew that you fled the Wall of Night and have lived in hiding since then, but I thought it was because your life was in danger, as mine was when Katsa fled with me from Monsea to Lienid. I didn’t know that both you and your mother were exiles. So why were you exiled?

Malian: We were both exiled when we developed the old magic powers of our people. These are now forbidden because of what is called the Betrayal War, but was really a civil war between the nations of the Derai Alliance (of which Night is one of nine distinct Houses.) The final act of the civil war was when a magician unleashed a firestorm of magic, immolating friend and enemy alike, and breaking every law in the magic book. Since then its use has been outright forbidden or tightly controlled, which was fine while our enemies appeared quiescent, but presents more difficulties now they’re on the rise again, since they do use magic. Very strong magic in some cases.

I was exiled because of my magic, but the reason I fled Night ahead of that taking effect, was because my enemies were trying to kill me, using magic as well as conventional weapons. It’s even possible that my mother was the person who led the assassins – and they were never going to stop coming so long as they knew where to find me. That’s why I had to disappear and learn to use my power effectively: both to save myself, as well as to – I hope, one day – defeat the Darkswarm before they destroy the Derai. 

Bitterblue: You suspect your mother led those who tried to kill you?

Malian: Yes, and I know your father tried to hurt you, too – but I still think that was far worse, because I only suspect it was my mother. I don’t know for sure. And from what we know of your father, he took pleasure in cruelty for its own sake. Perhaps my mother has become like Leck, if she truly has joined the Darkswarm, but from what I have learned she was also very badly treated by Night, so has more cause for her enmity. [She pauses.] But it’s still very difficult to learn that your mother, even if you have never known her, is trying to kill you. I’m not sure I have your courage, either [saluting] to pursue difficult truths to their source. I prefer to focus on the outward action I need to take to save myself and my people: unmasking and thwarting Darkswarm agents seeking to disrupt the wider world, and pursuing my quest to find the three lost weapons of power that once belonged to our greatest hero.

Bitterblue: You remind me of Katsa. She has magic as well, which I don't, and she has an endless tolerance for adventure.

Malian: I must admit, I admire Katsa immensely and would love to spar with her! We Derai have a fighting style called the Derai-dan, which it would be fun to test against her skills and Graceling ability. While in exile I have also learned other – sneakier, shall we say – skills that would be useful on one of Katsa’s adventures. Yet although I know Katsa is a champion, and has a strong sense of duty, I don’t think it is quite the same as the responsibility of rulership that we discussed earlier, which you and I were both trained to pursue. [Smiles, just a little wickedly.] And like you, I don’t have a Po in my life either.

Bitterblue: Well, as my cousin, Po is in a unique position to make me crazy – but I know what you mean. [Ruefully] I’ve certainly found it difficult to balance being the Queen of Monsea with having friends and any kind of life outside of the work. Is it the same for you?

Malian: It’s true that a life of exile and danger, staying one step ahead of those who want you dead, makes any sort of personal life, let alone committed relationships, difficult! Like both you and Katsa though, I do have some very good friends, who are important to me. These include Kalan, who also has magic power and went into exile with me; the heralds of the Guild, Jehane Mor and Tarathan of Ar, who helped me escape the Wall of Night; and the hedge knight, Raven, who is very useful to have at your back in a tight spot. I won’t say there’s been no romance at all, but a great lady of Night may kiss, but she does not kiss and tell.

Bitterblue: And now my sources tell me that The Gathering Of The Lost, the second book in the series about your adventures, is a finalist for an award called Legend. How do accolades such as this affect your quest?

Malian: It’s certainly a very great honor to considered for an award that celebrates a hero as renowned as Druss, the Legend, and even more so were The Gathering Of The Lost to win. Yet I am sure no one understands better than you when I say that I am held to my current path by duty and honor, but also by the friendships I talked about just now. If I respect those bonds, then I must hold to my path regardless of whether the crown of Legend settles on my brow, or not. Although I must admit that the battleaxe awarded to the victor would potentially be very useful in the adventures I foresee ahead.

Bitterblue: I do understand about the bonds of duty, honor, and friendship – and even about the battleaxe. I'm so glad to meet you in person at last, Malian, and to find out more about you and your life.

Malian: Thank you, Bitterblue. [Bows.] I am honored to have been your guest, and greatly enjoyed our conversation.



 
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To find out more about Malian of Night and her chronicler, Helen Lowe, you can visit Helen’s website or “…on Anything, Really” blog.

You can also read Helen’s finalist’s interview on the Gemmell Awards’ site, here.

If you wish to vote for the Legend Award, the site is here.




September Fall, September Spring

On a recent morning, I left my house early to meet a friend for breakfast, then had to go back inside for some arm warmers. The shadows are growing longer here in Massachusetts, the light grows more yellow, the mornings are chilly and crisp, and a few of the very earliest trees are starting to change color – fall in New England approaches. My favorite season!

That same morning, I had an email from writer Helen Lowe, who lives in New Zealand. Here's what she said: "...it does feel very nice to be getting into spring, although we tend to get bright days with cold winds (easterly, off the southern ocean) so lovely in a sheltered spot, but otherwise you do have to rug up when venturing the great outdoors."

Thanks for letting me share the start of spring in New Zealand on my blog, Helen. Readers, I'm pleased to inform you that you'll be hearing more from Helen here soon, as she's working on a guest post for my blog.

On my way home from breakfast, I acquired two lilies for my writing desk (from Nellie's Wild Flowers in Davis Square).


I also made a stop at the Harvard Book Store, because I saw this book in the window.


This is a beautiful (wordless) book, people. I heartily recommend you look into it. Here's the trailer.

That was my autumn morning!

Money Memories. (Also, Dancing.)

When I was a little girl, probably six or seven, my mother sent me to school every day with my lunch and a quarter to buy milk. At some point, I figured out that if instead of buying milk, I saved my milk money for two days, I could buy an ice cream, which cost 45¢, instead. It was a magnificent discovery. I can't remember what I did with the extra 5¢, but as I was an arithmetically-inclined and goal-oriented child with clear priorities, I'm guessing that every 9th day, I added that day's 25¢ to the 20¢ accumulated over the last eight days and used it to buy an ice cream. I wish I could remember where I kept the money. I have a vague memory of a little oval green plastic change purse that opened like a fish's mouth when you squeezed the edges.

Then one day, one of my sisters caught me eating an ice cream she knew I wasn't supposed to be eating, and ratted on me. She ratted on me! What a lack of foresight. I'm sure it felt good to rat on me, but not nearly as good as it would have felt if she'd started saving her milk money to buy herself ice cream.

I'm reading a book called Emotional Currency: A Woman's Guide to Building A Healthy Relationship with Money, by Kate Levinson, who is a psychotherapist. It's a book that acknowledges something hardly anyone acknowledges: Money is emotional. Our attitudes toward money are deeply tied to our childhood experiences of money, our most complicated relationships, and, most likely, a lot of ingrained habits and unquestioned assumptions we would do well to examine more closely. (So far, I see no reason why this book should be only for women.)

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This season of So You Think You Can Dance is flatly (and out of the blue) one of the best seasons ever. I'm so glad someone had the idea for previous contestants to come back as All-Stars, helping, and dancing with, current contestants. When they come back, they're all grown up, they're even better dancers, and I'm guessing they're a lot less stressed out; in a lot of cases, I like them so much more. Even the ones I loved from the start (like Travis, Twitch, Catherine, and PASHA), I like more!

(ETA: Hurrah! Fox has apparently gotten the message and made its videos available on YouTube – and for embedding. I've changed the links below so you don't have to deal with their crappy website, and embedded my favorite dances.)

This season, someone came up with the wonderful idea of an episode in which All-Stars both choreograph for and dance with the contestants. We viewers have gotten used to the stunning choreography of previous contestants Travis Wall (contemporary) and Dmitry Chaplin (ballroom), for example, but what fun to get to watch them dance again, and their own choreography, with current contestants! (Here's what happens when Mark Kanemura choreographs for himself and others.) Travis was always my favorite contestant the year he competed; what a pleasure to see him dance his own work with current contestant Amy Yakima. (I can't find a working clip, but Travis and Amy will certainly perform this dance again during the season finale on Tuesday.) (ETA: Yay! Here it is, and I'm embedding it below.)



Dmitry, on the other hand – I couldn't take Dmitry seriously when he was a contestant (because he was always ripping his shirt off. ALWAYS). How things have changed; Dmitry's rumba, which he choreographed for and danced with current contestant Hayley Erbert, knocked my socks off. (ETA: And now I've embedded it right here.)



I could link to twenty great routines from this season, but since Travis is a favorite of mine, I'll limit myself to two recent routines choreographed by him, just for fun. First, All-Star Robert Roldan and contestant Tucker Knox, in Travis's second beautiful routine for two men on this show. (If you only watch one routine, watch this one.) (ETA: Embedded below.)



Second – I've been waiting all season for contestants Fik-Shun and Jasmine Harper to dance together, because she is MUCH taller than he is, and the show tends to try to avoid matching tall women with short men. Travis did such a beautiful job choreographing them together in this "underwater" dance. These two contestants have been among my favorites from the beginning, and I have to say, for the world's most adorable hip-hop dancer, I'm always amazed at the way Fik-Shun can inhabit serious roles. (ETA: The routine embedded here.)



Finally, since this post is already a mess of edits and weird formatting, it seems like a good moment to remind those readers who receive my posts as emails that if you can't see the videos I've embedded, just go to my Blog Actual.

"The Nantucketer, he alone resides and rests on the sea."

For years he knows not the land; so that when he comes to it at last, it smells like another world, more strangely than the moon would to an Earthsman. With the landless gull, that at sunset folds her wings and is rocked to sleep between billows; so at nightfall, the Nantucketer, out of sight of land, furls his sails, and lays him to his rest, while under his very pillow rush herds of walruses and whales.

I'm listening to and loving Recorded Books' production of Moby-Dick, narrated by Frank Muller. It's over 21 hours long! I tune in and out as I'm listening, perhaps starting back to attention to find that it's been fifteen minutes and Ishmael is STILL listing white things (!!!) (see "Chapter 42: The Whiteness of the Whale"), tuning out again, then sitting straight upright as Melville says something so beautiful I could die. I read this book in college, I wrote a paper about it. What a pleasure to enjoy it for itself and be allowed to space out when I want to. :)

I'm also referring occasionally to The Arion Press's 1979 printed edition designed by Andrew Hoyem, with (wonderful! and helpful) illustrations by Barry Moser. This is an expensive edition; check your library.


Writing Homework

Greetings from the back of beyond, dear readers.

I love Deborah Kaplan's recent post called "Writing Homework for You, My Loyal Readers." Last fall, Deborah and Amy Stern co-taught the fantasy course at Simmons College's Center for the Study of Children's Literature. After they'd started the semester, they realized what the opening assignment should have been. Now that they're no longer teaching the course, they're sharing that assignment with us, and it's a great one. It involves learning to better appreciate the differences between all the many ways we can write about books. From the post:

Current students are so incredibly proficient at writing about reading, because what with blogs etc., they do so much of it. And yet at the same time, they are proficient in some very specific kinds of writing about reading (primarily personal blogs and Goodreads-style reviews, with some amount of professional blogs), and the process of showing people the requirements of the different kinds of writing is different than it used to be. Without devaluing existing proficiencies, we hope to show that high quality reactive blog post, for example, is not the same thing as scholarly forum discussion.

The point here is that all the styles of writing are valuable, but they're not the same as each other, and they require different focuses and styles. Deborah delineates nine different possible styles. Check it out if you're interested!

This summer is wonderful and intense and I'm not online much. But I have great hopes of coming back a few times in the next couple weeks to recommend one BBC radio play, one audiobook, and one game.

Bots High, Émile Zola, and yes, more 2CELLOS

I adore Bots High, which is a documentary about high school students in Miami building combat robots and competing in a national robotics competition. Incidentally, many, many of the robot engineers are girls. That's only one of the reasons to watch -- I love these kids, love their smarts, creativity, procrastination, anxiety, heart, the ways they take care of each other.

Wanting to read a novel that takes in Paris while I'm in Paris, I settled on Émile Zola's Au Bonheur des Dames ("The Ladies' Delight"), translated by Robin Buss. First published in 1883, it's about a fictional department store in the era when department stores were new to Paris; the store's brilliant, attractive, and dissolute owner, Octave Mouret; his staff, and in particular a strong young women of dignified purity named Denise Baudu; and all the small merchants in the neighborhood whose lives and livings are destroyed by the capitalist behemoth in their midst. It's repetitive, predictable (except when it's not!), preachy (but interestingly ambivalent!), packed with extreme figurative language, overflowing with excessive and flowery description, and about as believable as a fairy tale (though I won't say whether of the Disney or the dark variety). I LOVE it. A French friend tells me this is pretty much the only Zola book that isn't chock-a-block with depression and despair. I wish certain other depressing, despairing writers had written one (relatively) happy, cheerful book. Can you imagine if there were one happy, cheerful Edith Wharton book, or one chipper Henry James? I love Edith Wharton, don't get me wrong, but there isn't much mirth in her house. Anyhoo. This Zola has been the perfect read for me just now.

Finally, it's been ages -- ages! -- since I've posted some favorite 2CELLOS covers. Here are two heavy metal songs wonderfully well-suited to cello, for your enjoyment and also the enjoyment of your babies. (I've been receiving reports from friends that not only do they enjoy the 2CELLOS stuff but so do their babies. Happy babies! Just one more thing to love about 2CELLOS! ^_^)

Forthwith, a cover of Racer X's "Technical Difficulties" and one of Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt." (I think NIN's Downward Spiral counts as heavy metal, but "Hurt" has a real softness and lyricism to it, and the cello accentuates this -- while the lack of lyrics automatically strips out a lot of the angst. Google the original "Hurt" if you don't know it and are interested, but note it's not safe for work -- unless your workplace is okay with Trent Reznor singing about his crown of shit.) (ETA: Here's an unplugged version of "Hurt" with Reznor on piano that is safe for work  -- and also quite lovely! Though if you listen to this one, you NEED to listen to the original, just to appreciate the difference.) (Okay, I promise I'm done babbling about this now.) After that, I also embed Luka Sulic of 2CELLOS playing the theme to Schindler's List, with my parents, and listeners like them, in mind -- for those of you who might love cello, but not necessarily rock covers on cello. This theme has been overplayed, IMO, but this interpretation, truly gorgeous, lifted me out of my lethargy.






Links Before Leaving

I have a to-do list the length of, um, something long (why did I set myself up to have to take time to think up a clever metaphor?) so this will be quick, but -- I'm reading a very funny book. It's called Etiquette & Espionage (Finishing School: Book the First) and is by Gail Carriger. A new character was just described thusly:

The door burst open. A young man stood before them. He was a tall, swarthy fellow of the type that Petunia would swoon over; rakishly handsome in a floppy way.

"In a floppy way" had me howling, and can't you just see him perfectly? I just started Chapter 5, which is titled, "Never Hurl Garlic Mash at a Man with a Crossbow."

Over at the CBC Diversity blog, Rebecca Rabinowitz has written a really wonderful post about the problematic depiction of fat characters in children's literature: Diversity 101: Who's That Fat Kid?

And a friend recently directed me to two wonderful TED talks in which men -- Jackson Katz and Tony Porter -- talk about feminism and masculinity. Katz, whose talk is entitled "Violence and Silence," mentions that men who talk about feminism get more attention than women who talk about feminism and acknowledges that this is unfair. Nonetheless, we unquestionably need more men talking about these things, encouraging other men to take responsibility when the responsibility is theirs, and thinking deeply about why we trap little boys in what Tony Porter calls the "Man Box." These are well worth watching. Rosa, thanks a million.



Happiness is being an aunt. Also, a book recommendation

I am getting some much-needed rest and rejuvenation with the help of some little girls in Florida. Recent conversations:

Codename Isis (aged 3) (in the living room, building a puzzle): Where is the other puzzle piece?
Codename Phoenix (aged 3) (thoughtfully): Science will solve this mystery.

Isis (in the park): How will we get these ants off the tree stump?
Phoenix (thoughtfully): A woodpecker will solve this mystery.

Isis and Phoenix (in my bed this morning): Kristin, Kristin, can we help you put your tooth protector in its case? (That's the mouthguard I wear when I'm sleeping, being a tooth grinder. For some reason, of all my possessions, this is their favorite. It has fascinated them for years.)
Me: Of course!
Phoenix: It doesn't fit on our teeth.
Isis: It only fits on big people teeth.
Me: Actually, the dentist made it so that it only fits on my teeth! It doesn't fit on anyone else's teeth in the world.
Isis (extremely grave): That's sad.

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Last night at the University of North Florida, Will Ludwigsen read stories from his new short story collection, In Search Of. From the cover copy: "A house inches eight hundred miles to confess its horrible crime. The last resident of a mental institution discovers he's not alone. A middle-schooler performs an experiment to determine how much time we fit dreams." I have never read a story by Will Ludwigsen that I didn't love. Check out his new collection. Sorry for the lack of links – I'm writing this on my phone and it's not cooperating!

Novel Snowstorm

Me in an email: Guys, it is snowing like the dickens.

Rebecca in response: It is snowing like the Dickens, the Austen, and the Brontë.
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