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Book Beginnings Friday

I hope you liked yesterday’s flash piece. It was based on family folklore dating back to my early teens, and also a sneaking conviction that my cat knows a  lot more than she reveals. I think most writers have a similar belief. Plus, flash pieces and short-short stories help clear my mind for my larger projects, and I highly recommend them to anyone who wants to do any kind of creative work.

Today is also Book Beginnings Friday over at Rose City Reader, and while this week I’ve been a little light on the blogging (I’ve taken on a few students, and I’ve been mulling over a pretty big decision) I’ll catch up this week with my musings on books and movies and Hallowe’en and other fun things. Today’s ‘Book Beginnings’ comes from a book I just started, but one I’ve meant to read for years, Katherine Anne Porter’s Ship of Fools. No, not this “Ship of Fools,” though I confess that my musically-angled brain sings this song nearly every time I look at the cover. This one:

August, 1931 — The port town of Veracruz is a little purgatory between land and sea for the traveler, but the people who live there are very fond of themselves and the town they have helped to make… There is maybe a small sign of uneasiness in this pugnacious assertion of high breeding; in this and in the methodical brutality of their common behavior towards the travelers who must pass through their hands to reach the temporary haven of some ship in harbor. The travelers wish only to be carried away from the place, and the Veracruzanos wish only to see the last of them; but not until every possible toll, fee, extortion, and bribe due to the town and its citizens has been extracted. It is in fact to the passing eye a typical port town, cynical by nature, shameless by experience, hardened to showing its seamiest side to strangers:  ten to one this stranger passing through is a sheep bleating for their shears, and one in ten is a scoundrel it would be a pity not to outwit. In any case, there is only so much money to be got out of each one, and the time is always short.

It’s always nice to pick up a book and realise that you can safely sink into the comforting hands of a true master of the craft. As a former sailor, I’ve passed through many towns that seemed exactly so, or at least they did on the surface. Sometimes, such as in Newport, Rhode Island, you could dig under the surface a little and find one of the warmest groups of people you would ever meet on the planet. And sometimes, such as in… well, a bunch of other port cities… you find that when you’ve finally dug through the garbage, there’s nothing but sewage and pain and cynical, hardened creatures quite comfortable wearing their person-suits and pretending to be human.

This weekend:  book reviews, movies, Hallowe’en, and other fun things.


According to Hoyt: Bad Language

Today for Feature Friday, I’ll be posting articles about language and linguistics. (The book I raved about earlier definitely relates to this.) Here’s an article by Sarah Hoyt about the Sci-Fi Trope of “Universal Translation.” I have a story somewhere in my stack where there is a Universal Translator that offers real time synthetic speech between all of the Earth people and the aliens they deal with… it works about as well as BabelFish did in the late 90s. She makes better points than I do, though. Definitely check her article out.

Bad Language

Book Beginnings: Infinite Jest, by David Foster Wallace

Book Beginnings on Friday is hosted by Rose City Reader. Bloggers, especially those who read incessantly and obsessively like I do, post the first sentence (or so) of the book they’re reading. This morning, I spent the half-hour I get before I show up at the office (really, a tiny desk in the corner of my room that looks out into nothing distracting) reading Infinite Jest, a book I’m about a third of the way through. It’s not a book for everyone, but if you’re a fan of Thomas Pynchon and James Joyce, it is worth your time.

I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair. This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat, insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately received.

Alright, back to writing, though I will be here on and off all day with more features, suggestions, notes, and the detritus that washes away when I’m involved in a project.

Who Likes Short Shorts?

For better or for worse, I’ve decided to start up the 50 Story Project again. If you feel this is a bad idea, blame Charlotte Cuevas… not only did she encourage me to start up again, she is considering doing something similar when she’s finished with her project to write 365 poems in a year. I can’t quite let a fellow writer and friend do two things that I’ve always wanted to do, before I do them, so that became the final push I needed. It also helps that I’m in a awkward spot with my two long form writing projects… a novella series and a new longer novel… and according to WebMD, the best prescription for what they amazingly didn’t diagnose as a tumor is: More writing.

In preparation for this, I’ve been reading a lot of short-short stories. After the novella, I feel this may be my favourite form of fiction. An early, formative book for me was the Scholastic anthology Best Short Shorts, which taught me that even though I loved the complex worlds to be found in Terry Brooks’s and Tolkien’s books, it was entirely possible to create an entire world in a page or three. Add in later experiences with O. Henry and Isaac Asimov, and the well- crafted, near poetic short-short story was something that constantly bubbled up from the drain in the little room that my Muse writes in. 

Over the next few days, until I publish my first of 52 stories for this project, I will link to my favourite short- shorts that I can find online. If you have any favourites, send me a link. 

Up on deck today: the inimitable Donald Barthelme with his story “The School.” I can’t recommend enough his anthology Sixty Stories. He was definitely a master of this difficult yet entertaining form. 

Special 50th Anniversary Feature

Today, 22 November 2013, is the 50th anniversary of the death of an important figure in 20th century history, especially amongst the English-speaking people. His work and writing has influenced countless people around the planet, and even today, the most pessimistic person cannot deny the effect he had on our culture. Whatever your religion, race, ethnicity, or political persuasion, chances are you’ve encountered the great works of this wonderful man, who died too soon, 50 years ago today.

cslewisOnly 64 years old, one week shy of his birthday when he died, Clive Staples ‘Jack’ Lewis is still justifiably famous for his writing, especially his seven-volume fantasy series The Chronicles of Narnia, and his Christian apologetics. Long after I fell in love with his writing as a child (even cramming myself into the coat closet to read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe because somehow, at age 8, that just seemed right) I began to realize the effect he had on theology and philosophy, as well as children’s literature. One cannot understate the effect he had on children’s literature. Along with Roald Dahl and Shel Silverstein and Judy Blume, he felt that it was possible to write for children without writing down to them, and this still shows in his writing. If you haven’t read at least the Narnia books, read them. Twice. (Though please for the Love of Aslan, read them in the published order, not the new series order. My first, memorable experience of the joys of a prequel came from his books, and the simple fact that children are robbed of this if they read them in the new order bothers me.)

I never read his Christian works, though, not until college. It wasn’t so much that I was anti-Christian, just that I was a rebellious teenager (there’s a redundant phrase for you) and had no interest in reading essays about God. It was enough that I was breaking stereotypes by never really growing out of children’s books, at least at the time. But at San Joachin Delta College in Stockton, California, I had a philosophy professor who was a very strict atheist, stopping just short of being one of the ‘Atheist Evangelists’ that populate a lot of Internet forums these days. Once, I went to his Office Hours and I saw that he had a bunch of his books in his office. When I asked him about it, he said “I consider him a worthy opponent.” The respect he said this with left a mark on me, and I had a second run-in with his essays and thought, making me fall in love with the guy’s writing all over again. And while I didn’t agree with a lot of his views (I’m a Jewish Taoist) his essays and arguments were so engrossing that I didn’t care. Mere Christianity is still one of my favourite books of religious philosophy.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve read the entire Chronicles (five? seven?) or the individual books like The Voyage of the ‘Dawn Treader (fifty? I’d slip into chapters of that book sometimes once a week just to re-experience its world) but I can still say that they never get old. And of course, the older I get, the more I realize the wonderful way he worked Christian symbolism into it. Most Christian allegories (read:  pretty much every one I’ve ever read) are fairly heavy-handed… maybe a kid named Joshua is nice to everyone at his Dad’s autoshop, and after a few miraculous things happen, the bullies get together and beat him up, but he just smiles and lets them do it, or something like that, and they lay on the treacly syrup pretty thick. Lewis never fell into that trap. Oh sure, it’s pretty obvious that Aslan is a stand-in for Jesus, and parts of The Last Battle mirror Christian apocalyptic thinking. But that’s as far as it goes with direct sequences lifted from the Bible and other religious books. The rest of the symbolism is there if you look for it, but it doesn’t smack you in the face repeatedly, and if you don’t look for it or don’t care about it, your enjoyment of the story isn’t hindered at all. For example, in The Voyage of the ‘Dawn Treader:’

On the next page she came to a spell “for the refreshment of the spirit’. The pictures were fewer here but very beautiful. And what Lucy found herself reading was more like a story than a spell. It went on for three pages and before she had read to the bottom of the page she had forgotten that she was reading at all. She was living in the story as if it were real, and all the pictures were real too. When she had got to the third page and come to the end, she said, “That is the loveliest story I’ve ever read or ever shall read in my whole life. Oh, I wish I could have gone on reading it for ten years. At least I’ll read it over again.”

But here part of the magic of the Book came into play. You couldn’t turn back. The right-hand pages, the ones ahead, could be turned; the left-hand pages could not.

“Oh, what a shame!” said Lucy. “I did so want to read it again. Well, at least I must remember it. Let’s see . . . it was about . . . about . . . oh dear, it’s all fading away again.

And even this last page is going blank. This is a very queer book. How can I have forgotten? It was about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill, I know that much. But I can’t remember and what shall I do?”

Later, of course, the last paragraph jumped out at me, but as a child (and as an adult when I’m just reading it for enjoyment) it’s just a nice bit of folklore-style storytelling. Or you can dig and realize that the cup could be the Grail, the tree the Cross, the hill Golgotha. But if you don’t know any of that, it’s still a fun part of the story and makes sense. (If you do it doesn’t smack you over the head, either.) The same goes for the harrowing scene underground in The Silver Chair when the Lady of the Green Kirtle is hypnotizing the heroes into thinking there’s no such thing as ‘above;’ everything they think comes from above is merely their imagination working on something ‘below.’ There’s a fairly obvious parallel there… and it’s also just a scene leading to the climax of a story where all hope is lost for the characters and they’re about to be betrayed by the antagonist.

These reasons are why I still love, admire, and respect his books, and why I recommend them to other writers. This is the way to work symbolism and allegory into a story, starting with the idea that you should work it into the story, not the other way around. It doesn’t matter if you’re writing about Christianity, or Buddhism, or the Panic of 1819. Create your characters, write your story, and focus on having the characters resolve the story. Then go back and sprinkle on a little of this and a little of that. Flavour the story with an allegory or metaphor if you wish, but in small doses; too much can make the reader’s throat clench. The most important thing in any story is the story. You should be able to strip away any symbolism and, though the story would be hurt, it would still make sense.

I’m going to close with one more section from The Voyage of the ‘Dawn Treader, one that still haunts me. This has nothing to do with this article; I just like this piece of writing so I’m putting it in. This is from Chapter Twelve, ‘The Dark Island:’

Edmund thought he had never seen a wilder-looking man. Though he did not otherwise look very old, his hair was an untidy mop of white, his face was thin and drawn, and, for clothing, only a few wet rags hung about him. But what one mainly noticed were his eyes, which were so widely opened that he seemed to have no eyelids at all, and stared as if in an agony of pure fear. The moment his feet reached the deck he said:

“Fly! Fly! About with your ship and fly! Row, row, row for your lives away from this accursed shore.”

“Compose yourself,” said Reepicheep, “and tell us what the danger is. We are not used to flying.”

The stranger started horribly at the voice of the Mouse, which he had not noticed before.

“Nevertheless you will fly from here,” he gasped. “This is the Island where Dreams come true.”

“That’s the island I’ve been looking for this long time,” said one of the sailors. “I reckoned I’d find I was married to Nancy if we landed here.”

“And I’d find Tom alive again,” said another.

“Fools!” said the man, stamping his foot with rage. “That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I’d better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams—dreams, do you understand, come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.”

That last three-word sentence is probably what turned me into a writer of haunting stories. I’ve been trying to recreate the jarring sense of ‘oh crap’ that hit me when I first read that book.

EDIT: I can’t close on that note. Here is a beautiful letter of his written to a young American fan and archived on the Letters of Note site.



Blogs/ Writers to look for

Eventually I’m going to have a blogroll at the side, but for now, I want to take time every Friday to list a few literary and writing sites that I enjoy. These are in no particular order; I don’t necessarily endorse everything they say, and in many cases, the writers probably have no clue who I am. They’re just blogs that I like to look at when I’m breaking from writing… whether in the sense of ‘taking a break’ or ‘becoming broken.’

Terrible Minds:  Chuck Wendig

I confess… I like his fiction, and I’m not trying to disparage it at all. But his blogging and non-fiction will forever occupy a place in my heart. A tiny, blackened, charred, obscene place, but a place nonetheless. His books of writing tips are shocking, funny, and just all-around great pieces of work.

Karavansara:  Davide Mana

Signore Mana and I connected a little while back, I think, because of some Sword-and-Sorcery articles I wrote for Way Too Fantasy. His blog is a wonderful repository of all things pulp fiction related, and has already pointed me to a few writers I may not have discovered. He also has a fun short on Amazon and hopefully more to come.

Reddit:  Writing

Not a personal blog, of course, and also one of the generally best sources of writing information, support, and entertainment. There are other subreddits based on what type of writing you’d like to do, but usually, a few minutes (okay… it’s reddit… a few hours) here give me the strength to keep going on one of my projects.

According to Hoyt:  Sarah Hoyt

I tried to link to one of her articles yesterday, only to realize that it wasn’t her day to post on the Mad Genius Club blog. (Also, I realized the importance of having someone double-check your posts, and triple-check if you’re at home recovering from the first time you took a sick day in four-and-a-half years.) According to Hoyt is the blog that really pushed me over the edge into self-publishing (along with a lot of encouragement from June Stormcrow, also at Way Too Fantasy). She blogs about libertarian and conservative issues a lot as well and always puts things into pointed, sometimes biting language.

I’ll have more later, and if anyone has any recommendations, please drop a line. I’m still trying to feel my way around the new blog and would love to get input from other writers out there.