Saturday, June 30, 2012
Today, I blog about another aspect of writing. Reading books. I love to read, fantasy is my main game, and I read widely throughout the genre. One of the things that sticks in my craw when listening to intellectuals talk about books is the claim that genre characters are carbon copies of tropes. Which is amusing when you consider the milque toast tragic stare of many "literary" characters, but let's not start a genre war here.... that's for later. *evil grin* I am going to give you a few recommendations of books I enjoyed where the character was a driving force and/or where the author made some brave choices for the main character that she/he put in the traces of their literary cart.
In the spirit of transparency, I freely admit some of these authors are folks I interact with cybernetically on Absolute Write. Some more than others, and some I only admire (and/or) stalk on Twitter from afar. However, I will not promote crap books on my blog - life is too short. And I was not given cake or cookies by any of these people to pimp their books. They didn't even know I was going to do this post.
Unholy Ghosts - Stacia Kane, and the Downside Ghosts Series. You wanna talk unique character? How about a strong female lead that just happens to be an addict? At first, I withdrew (inside my head) a little... I don't know... the little librarian up there tightened her bun and pushed her glasses up her nose. (I can count on one hand the number of times that I've been drunk and I've never used a substance stronger than Nyquil.) Whatever that reaction was, it fell away as I got lost in the great world-building and characters. Chess has a lot of flaws, but she also has a lot of moxie, and I admired the way she did her job. Not to mention she's a witch! Cool use of the arcane in a totally unique world, where the dead have risen, the Christian church has fallen away and a new one has risen to take its place. Chess not only fights ghosts, but herself, her past, and her position as a witch in a church that will not take kindly to her addiction if they ever find out about it. Every one of the books in this series delivers.
Banshee Charmer and Succubus Lost - Tiffany Allee I have to admit I've read Banshee Charmer, but I'm only half-way through Succubus Lost. I swore to myself I'd get this blog post done today. These two books have different main characters in the same world, so you don't have to read the first one (but you should!). What I like is that they read like detective novels, where the characters have to do cop-work to get the goods on the perps, despite their otherworldy abilities. The world is peopled with more than vampires and werewolves. Succubus and banshee are obvious from the titles, but also salamanders, goblins, selkies, brownies, etc. Now we all know the leads of a romance start off not liking each other but have a good dollop of sexual chemistry. Allee does a good job of not only having the male lead rub the female lead the wrong way, but they rubbed me the wrong way, too! Then you learn more about them, and then you get on their side and start cheering from the sidelines for them to get into bed.
The Parasol Protectorate books by Gail Carriger I read the first four of these books in four days. One after another, gobbling them down like... well, like I do cake and cookies. Absolutely delicious. First: it's set in Victorian times in England. Second: the funniest and sexiest set of books I have ever read. Carriger's prose is like a whip-crack. Third: why aren't you reading this already? Let me explain. The lead character makes just about every mistake you can make socially and in the fulfillment of her duties for Queen and country. She has a mind of her own, doesn't back down from anything, even with fangs and claws. She breaks every heroine-trope in the heroine-trope closet. She's not gorgeous, at least not above the neck, and not according to Victorian standards. She's not delicate and feminine and doesn't faint after walking up stairs. She's a spinster, until she meets her super-hot, pain-in-the-ass werewolf husband. The subsequent books follow a husband and wife and still remains very sexiful. That doesn't happen a lot. Oh, and she has no soul. Hijinks ensue. Carriger is also writing a YA series about a finishing school where knife throwing lessons come after curtsy lessons, or some such. I can't wait to get into that.
White Horse by Alex Adams Now we switch gears. White Horse is an apocalyptic tale. I love the lead character, Zoe, because she doesn't do anything I would do if I were caught up in the apoxyclips (ie: find a Walmart to raid and then hole up in a house with a good basement and a lot of firepower). She crosses the ocean, yes, THE OCEAN! to look for her lover, who had gone to Europe to find his parents. And did I mention she's pregnant? And that he might have recrossed the ocean to get back to her and she could have missed him? Jesus! I hope that's not too big of a spoiler. There's so much tension and drama in the book, that's only one layer. Zoe makes a frenemy along the way - I have to admit I would have lost enough of my humanity by this time to kill him in his sleep, but Zoe hadn't. She still clings to hope of a future and wants to be able to live with herself, I suppose. It's hard when you read a book and think, "What would I do?" And you find your own answers sorely lacking. I wouldn't be a hero in a tale. A villain maybe.
Don't Bite the Messenger by Regan Summers This is another step away from your trope vampire story. What I love about the world Summers created is that vampires are totally cool. And the whole thing trembles on the edge of utter failure. The main character, Sydney, is a courier and all she wants is to make enough money to retire to a vampire-free place, preferably one with lots of palm trees. Couriers are necessary because vamps wreck technology like phones and computer equipment with the energy they produce. That's a problem when you have business to conduct. Lots of business with a lot of money at stake. The only thing the vampires like more than money is wrecking rival vampire's plans. Couriers are always in danger of being compromised, tracked down by rival couriers or vampires, and they don't exactly drive safely. All that is what drives the character. Sydney lives on the edge; including getting cosy with a vampire that works for the big boss. I don't want to give away too much, but I loved watching Sydney wrestle with the softer parts of herself and her desire for the sexiful vampire; her need to stay on her own feet and not be compromised. I can't wait for the second one.
Last one... I didn't realize this post would be so long.
October Daye Series by Seanan McGuire Believe it or not, this was one of my earliest forays into Urban Fantasy. I had read some of the fantastic work of Elizabeth Bear (who I've probably lauded enough on this blog, God how I love her work) and was suggested this by the good folks on Absolute Write. I was immediately hooked, and it was the first time I'd ever read one book and immediately bought (yes, bought, with cash money, it must have been after getting a vacation check or tax return) all the other books available at that time. I've since done that with Stacia Kane, but it is precious rare it happens. First of all, the lead character is troublesome. She never does what I want. *pouts* All I can say, is if I had a shitty apartment and had to work at Safeway, well, I wouldn't. I would be breaking down the door to fairy land and hangin' out with my fairy friends and wearing pretty dresses. The trouble for Toby is that she's a changeling, not a full-on fairy person. Full-bloods look down on changelings. Her magic is tetchy, and gives her a headache, but it's not something she can live in our wold without, what with the pointed ears and all. And did I mention she's a Knight? Like I said, this was one of my tentative dips into the urban fantasy market, and I came from a long period of reading mostly epic fantasy. I felt like I hadn't given all that much up with these books. The mix of fair folk and the urban jungle of San Francisco works. (Being based near where I live is another plus for me. I love the Bay Area references.) I still miss spending the night at inns, though. And horses, of course.
There are more I could list, but this thing is long enough. I may do it again. I hope no one has their feelings hurt if they weren't included. So, so many were not included.... Feel free to mention your faves in the comments.
Happy reading, folks.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Do you know that I only recently learned we aren't supposed to use exclamation points at the end of every other sentence?!! And guess what?? I fucking love exclamation points!
There's nothing like that line, set off by a dot at the bottom to give your sentence a punch! LIKE CAPS LOCK! IT SAYS YOU REALLY MEAN IT! It's my punctuation of choice. I also blame a review I read - way back when most stuff you read was in magazines or newspapers, so I can't give you a link to it, don't ask! The reviewer said even the punctuation was boring. Mr. Bad Husband was beating Innocent Female Character who was trying to warn him about some impending doom (I imagine the scene was along the lines of "Stop beating me. That's no moon. Earth is scheduled for destruction so they can put in an interstellar highway." or some such) and the reviewer said "Not one exclamation point, during all that struggle. The world is going to end, and no one raised their voice?"
Please note that some of my tongue was stuck in my cheek, but not all of it. If you are ever so (un)fortunate as to receive an email from me, you will be socked elbows over kneecaps with exclamation points. One can be as eccentric and buck as many trends as one wants in emails. However, I have purged most of them from mah proses over this current fickle fad that says exclamation points are baaad. Elmore Leonard says you can have one in every hundred-thousand words or so. Generous bastard, ain't he? So unless you're Stephen King or Robert Jordan (RIP) - in other words, mere mortal, you get one per book.
Choose it's location wisely, my friends, lest ye be mocked by the gods of punctuation.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Hey, all. I've been on a bit of a reading sabbatical. Ever have one of those? Just throw everything aside, and say "Fuck It! I'm readin'!"
My go-to books when I'm feelin' down and out of touch with the Magical Fiction Machine are the Dark Tower Cycle by Stephen King. There's magic in those pages. The first book has its own stark and poetic voice, one that goes along with the crumbling western towns and desert vistas. The phrases and patois of the borderlands and an imaginary place called Mejis gets into my head and everything's "Aye, so it tis," and "Let it be so." "If it does ya," is another gem. I'm not saying this stuff out loud... that would like, make people talk and stuff, but I say it inside my head where all such things are acceptable.
I take a reading sabbatical when my production and motivation take a dip and I begin to wonder... what is it all about again? Oh. Right. Other worlds. Magical portals to slip through, forget about your worries, maybe pick up a few phrases from another time and place. I have another term for it. Lighting out for the Territories. Or unpacking your adjectives. In the Dark Tower, Stephen King refers to listening for the song of the Turtle - Ves'-ka Gan. (The world is balanced on the shell of a turtle - did you know that? Don't ask what's under the turtle... it's just turtles all the way down.)
These are imaginary terms for doing imaginary things. But writing requires positive action. Sitting your ass down and writing, or editing. To summon up the magic of the doors and create a new time and place. And nothing kills that magic like thinking about selling it to someone else. Selling is the exact opposite of Ves'-ka Gan - I don't know the language well enough to write "The Silence of the Turtle" - but you can imagine for yourself what it might sound like. Wind through the trees, I guess. There's been a lot of wind around here. But tomorrow, we turn down the radio and turn off the internets and we listen for the song of the turtle. We let the Prim rise, and we don't think about things like queries or synopsisis, or agents or even beta readers, and we definitely don't think about selling. May it do ya fine.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
So this last week has been made of fail. I haven't done anything since last weekend. Well, except for watch episodes of Castle, Firefly and The Big Bang Theory. And for all that Nathan Fillion's blue-jean colored eyes do for me, inspiring me to write isn't one of them. My brain was like spongie-matter this week. I blame the lack of calories.
One of the big goals I had for this year was to try and eat better. And less. And you know, maybe some of the stuff that has green tops. It's supposed to be good for the brain, and the waistline. But I digress. What I'm saying is, I went all green and orange and dairy on my body this week and I think it went into shock. It's been running on cheap carbs and cheese for so long I don't think it knew what to do with itself. Add to that the bustle of the first week of the month with a bunch of new tasks at work, I come home a little more mentally-fried, and have a lot more excuses for why I didn't write this week. It's a slippery slope.
I'm really close to finishing rewrites on my sci fi/ fantasy mish mash. I'm hoping to finish it this weekend, and then give it another tender caress next week. I feel like each editing pass makes the story and the world stronger. And I've bought some stew meat. I'm going to make some hearty stew. Some hearty, low fat, vegetable rich stew. Good for the waistline, and fueling my poor carb-and-cheese-deprived brain.
Here's to next week being more win than fail.