tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73488152024-03-19T01:20:45.390-06:00Gossamer ObsessionsRomance, YA, Fiction and Fantasy Novel Reviews, Nonsensical Rants, and My Own Writing AdventuresAnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.comBlogger1041125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-10433971983795745312016-08-18T12:21:00.000-06:002016-08-18T12:21:05.840-06:00GAME REVIEW: "The Last of Us" (Naughty Dog, 2013)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>I played this on: </b>Playstation 4.<br />
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For the last year or so, I've been learning that narrative design is not necessarily the same thing as game writing. It involves writing, certainly - dialogue and letters and other information - but it's also about how all the aspects of the game come together to tell a story to the player.<br />
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I've been playing a lot of different games to learn new ways of conveying interactive narratives - and I discovered one of the most perfect examples of storytelling with <i>The Last Of Us, </i>a zombie/survival game from Naughty Dog.<br />
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20 years ago, a zombie outbreak devastated human civilization. Now, the world is a harsh place, with humanity scraping by in isolated outposts, roving gangs, and heavily-militarized Quarantine Zones.<br />
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Our protagonist is Joel, a weathered and world-weary smuggler who helps get contraband in and out of the Boston QZ. He is contacted by the leader of the Fireflies, an anti-government resistance group determined to save humanity. They need Joel to smuggle Ellie, a 14-year-old girl, out of the QZ and escort her to a Firefly base. Why? Because she was bitten by a zombie and didn't die. Incredibly, she's immune to the infection, and could be the key to curing the disease once and for all. All Joel has to do is keep her alive.<br />
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What follows is a beautiful, bleak, and poignant story as Joel and Ellie embark on a road trip across post-apocalyptic America in the hopes of saving the world. While fighting off zombies, bandits, and cannibals, they also have to contend with each other. Joel mourns for the way the world was, while Ellie's never known any world but this one. They've both endured horrific losses, so both of them are terrified at the prospect of caring for another person when death is just a breath of spores away. The writing, voice acting, and cinematic animation for these characters (as well as the side characters they encounter) are simply phenomenal.<br />
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However, the visual storytelling is just as top-notch. Every environment in this game tells a story - sometimes explicitly with graffiti, signs, and forgotten notes, sometimes implicitly in the design of the environment itself - an abandoned bookstore with posters for book signings still pinned to the wall. A failed attempt to create a human sanctuary in the sewers. A spore-clogged college dorm full of rotting beanbag chairs and forgotten microwaves.<br />
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The gorgeous outdoor environments also tell a narrative. Everything is lush and green, covered in ivy and flowers and leaves. Plant life is reclaiming the earth - once it kills off all the humans first. Yes, fungus is responsible for the zombie outbreak. In a clever and realistic twist, the infection is a human strain of the real-life <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cordyceps" target="_blank">Cordyceps</a> fungi. Infected humans are driven mad and mutate in gruesome ways before eventually dying and releasing infectious spores into the air. Each stage of the infected has different strengths and weaknesses (Clickers, for instance, are fast and vicious but completely blind), and will require different approaches.<br />
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Unlike, say, <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2016/07/game-review-firewatch-campo-santo-2015.html" target="_blank">Firewatch</a> </i>(which was a fantastic narrative game but without much in the way of active gameplay), <i>The Last of Us</i> has a fun and clever gameplay system that's consistent with the setting and does a great job of making the player feel like they're part of the story. As Joel, you are a moderately-powered human character, ammo is precious, and gunshots can attract unwanted attention. You'll be required to craft many of your weapons (shivs, pipes, molotov cocktails, nail bombs) from scrap metal and rags and they have a limited number of uses. While you certainly <i>can</i> kill every zombie or raider you encounter, it's not always necessary. Sometimes stealth is all you need. Hostile encounters can be handled in a variety of ways, and I really enjoyed having all those options.<br />
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Honestly, though, my utter enjoyment of this game is due to the powerful empathy I felt for Joel and Ellie, and how every aspect of this game helped tell their story - the gorgeous music, the desperate cobbled-together nature of the combat, the melancholy set design, the vibrant environments, and the amazing performances from the whole voice cast. This is narrative design at its finest, and I will try my best to learn from it.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A+</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com121tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-40619172389693702102016-07-17T13:53:00.000-06:002016-07-17T13:53:25.459-06:00GAME REVIEW: "Firewatch" (Campo Santo, 2016)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over the last two years, I've become more involved in gaming, and more interested in narrative design - how to tell a story in an interactive way, hopefully while giving the player a sense of control and agency (whether they have it or not).<br />
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As much as I love novels, it's a different experience writing for a reader who is sitting still, a reader committed to reading your story in order, from left to right, from page 1 to page 400. It's something different to tell a cohesive story to a player who will want to explore and run around and try as many different things as they can (or as the game will allow).<br />
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My exploration of interactive storytelling led me to the precious, independent gem that is <i>Firewatch</i>. I had such a profound narrative experience playing it, and I am in utter awe of how every aspect of this game<i> </i>came together perfectly to tell a riveting story.<br />
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The year is 1989, and you play Henry, a man recently hired as a summer fire lookout for a vast Wyoming forest. The job is isolating (the three-month gig involves sitting in a lookout tower and watching for fires), and that's just the way you like it. You're not exactly alone - your supervisor Delilah (who mans a nearby lookout tower) keeps in touch by radio.<br />
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But something's not quite right about this forest. The first day you start, someone breaks into your tower. The next day, some campers go missing. It's up to you (with the help of Delilah) to find out what's going on in the woods.<br />
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There's no combat in <i>Firewatch</i>. It's first and foremost an explorative narrative game - and every aspect of the game is specifically designed to contribute to the exquisite pacing, tone, and direction of the story.<br />
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The theme of Henry's isolation is conveyed through the pairing of a massive, wild environment (the <i>gorgeously</i>-designed forest) with a restricted gameplay perspective. Everything is viewed through Henry's first-person POV, and his interactions with Delilah (while extensive and beautifully acted) take place entirely on the radio. Ultimately, the only thing Henry can be completely sure of is himself, and the undercurrent of uncertainty creates a rising, visceral tug of suspense as the story proceeds.<br />
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But this isn't a horror game. There's also beauty, empathy, and a lot of humour as Henry and Delilah - connected only by walkie-talkie - rely on the anonymity of radio chatter to explore themselves and their own reasons for abandoning the world to spend a summer looking for smoke.<br />
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Some people would call <i>Firewatch</i> a "walking simulator" (since there's no fighting or puzzles or traditional active gameplay), but I find that label reductive. "Narrative Experience" is more fitting, if also a bit more vague. Regardless of how it's categorized, <i>Firewatch</i> is an outstanding example of visual, aural, environmental, and interactive storytelling.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A+</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-49330316388371315732016-07-16T12:39:00.000-06:002016-07-16T17:46:15.701-06:00MOVIE REVIEW: "Ghostbusters" (2016)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The smartest move this film makes is that it doesn't try to replace the original <i>Ghostbusters</i>. It's not a remake: the plot is different, the characters are original, and it explores other themes. It's not supposed to be <i>The Better Ghostbusters</i>. It's supposed to be <i>Hey! Great! More Ghostbusters!</i> You could easily watch both films back to back without feeling like you experienced the same story.<br />
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This <i>Ghostbusters</i> is a more character-driven comedy. Abby (Melissa McCarthy) and Erin (Kristin Wiig) used to be best friends and paranormal scientists, but Erin abandoned their research and denied her ghost-hunting past to pursue academic credibility.<br />
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The sudden appearance of powerful malevolent spirits in New York causes them to reunite, and with the assistance of some <i>awesome</i> new friends - wild card engineer Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon) and history expert Patty (Leslie Jones) - they uncover an insidious paranormal threat to the Big Apple.<br />
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It takes a delicate hand to write an effective comedy about the need to be taken seriously, but <i>Ghostbusters </i>pulls it off. The desire to be heard, understood, believed, and appreciated drives all four of our Busters in different ways.<br />
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Erin does this initially by conforming to thankless and ultimately fruitless standards. Her arc has such a strong and empathetic feminist streak in it as she rebels (in an increasingly hilarious fashion) against the ways in which society dismisses and disbelieves her.<br />
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McCarthy's Abby - played with her trademark sweet-and-sour delivery (with a stronger emphasis on sweet this time) - wants to stick to the science, believing objective results and personal fulfillment trump social status. McCarthy plays it pretty low-key, as the emotional rather than comedic centre of the group.<br />
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Jones' Patty - the lone non-scientist - represents the self-made, self-educated woman. She reads like a fiend, knows the city inside and out, and knows her way around people - and she soon proves that she's a worthy Ghostbuster, degree or no degree.<br />
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And McKinnon's Holtzmann? A lesser movie and a lesser actress would have just labelled Holtzmann as "the kooky one" and played her with a combination of obnoxious, unrelated comedic traits that are barely tolerated by the rest of the cast. Instead, Kate McKinnon absolutely steals the entire movie as an unorthodox, confident, wildly charismatic, and unrepentantly unfettered genius who just wants to make wild, crazy science with whomever will let her.<br />
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And, oh yeah, this movie is also funny! Alongside these four comedic powerhouses, Chris Hemsworth does an outstanding job as their Hot Dumb Blonde Receptionist Kevin, and the movie is littered with well-deployed nostalgic references that should please <i>Ghostbuster</i> aficionados without excluding viewers unfamiliar with the franchise.<br />
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All told, <i>Ghostbusters</i> is a well-written paranormal comedy that combines wit and slapstick with emotional resonance and keen social commentary. I highly recommend.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-9170548553881924452016-06-01T23:07:00.000-06:002016-06-01T23:07:16.976-06:00MOVIE REVIEW: "Love and Friendship" (2016)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What.<br />
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Even.<br />
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Is this movie?<br />
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When I received free passes to see <i>Love & Friendship</i> (based on Jane Austen's novella <i>Lady Susan</i>), I was excited. I loves me some Austen costume drama, and as I hadn't yet read <i>Lady Susan, </i>I was looking forward to being surprised.<br />
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Well, I was a little surprised, but I spent most of the film feeling super confused. While the film is occasionally charming and funny (truly funny at moments), the pacing is absurdly drawn out, the staging is dull, and the plot is an incomprehensible mess.<br />
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The story (such as I could make out) is this: Lady Susan (Kate Beckinsale) - an impoverished widow with a scandalous reputation - comes to stay with her in-laws after being kicked out of her last domicile for tarting around with a married man. Once her last suitcase is unpacked, she precedes to spend the next two hours gaslighting hot dudes, ruining her daughter's life, and bitching with her sardonic BFF Mrs. Alice Johnson (Chloe Sevigny).<br />
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I think we're meant to root for Lady Susan, the sly and cynical outsider who offers clever observational quips about the follies of gentry life. But she really is The Worst, and what's more, there's no real explanation for her behaviour. She just seems to like messing with people with no apparent end goal or motivation. You might think she's out to catch herself a meal ticket, but she throws away every romantic attachment she appears to make, seemingly on a whim. Perhaps she's determined to secure her daughter's future - except for those long stretches of time when she forgets her daughter exists because she's too busy convincing hapless dudes that Up is Down and Black is White.<br />
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What does Lady Susan want? Why does she do what she does? I've never read <i>Lady Susan</i>, so I had no context to understand her myriad changes of heart. Nearly every character in the movie actively hates her and with good reason.<br />
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On top of that, despite some truly hilarious moments, the movie is boring and clumsy. Characters are introduced by name (with personalized title cards, even), only to vanish after a single scene without leaving any impact on the story. Several scenes go nowhere or end abruptly.<br />
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The filmmakers make no effort to frame the novel's events in a visual context. Instead of showing what happens, the filmmakers have the characters sit down and <i>tell each other what happens</i> - staging that's fine in a novel but glaringly dull on film. Compare that to the <i>Mansfield Park </i>adaptation that starred Frances O'Connor - despite being a wretched representation of the novel, as a film it was visually dynamic and the story was told through an even mixture of action and dialogue.<br />
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The actors do the best that they can - Kate Beckinsale, in particular, gives a breezily cunning performance that convinces the viewer she's a misunderstood snarky outcast even as her actions reveal her to be an amoral, manipulative sociopath. It's not enough to save the movie, however.<br />
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Perhaps I might have enjoyed this movie more if I'd read the book first. But as a film on its own merits, <i>Love and Friendship</i> is a hot mess. Give this one a pass.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">C-</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-74076668355280050032016-05-22T11:41:00.000-06:002016-05-22T12:10:12.631-06:00"Anne of Windy Poplars," by Lucy Maud Montgomery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The Protagonist: </b>Anne Shirley. While Gilbert's away at medical school, she'll be starting as Summerside's newest school principal.<br />
<b>The Rub: </b>Summerside's got some nice folks, but also a nasty "royal" family and a horde of Evil Old People to contend with.<br />
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<b>The Secondary Characters:</b><br />
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Aunt Kate and Aunt Chatty: Two sweet but diametrically opposed elderly spinsters with whom Anne boards.<br />
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Rebecca Dew: Kate and Chatty's cantankerous servant.<br />
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Elizabeth: An emotionally-starved orphan raised by two unloving crones, whom Anne befriends.<br />
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<b>Angst Checklist:</b><br />
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<li>Old Ladies Be Trippin'</li>
<li>Rampant Emotional Abuse</li>
<li>Family politics</li>
<li>Being unmarried at 28 is worse than death, for reals</li>
<li>Crazy couples who really shouldn't get married</li>
<li>Cats You Love to Hate</li>
<li>Houses Full of Dead People</li>
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<i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2012/12/anne-of-green-gables-by-lucy-maud.html" target="_blank">Anne of Green Gables</a></i> is a beloved classic - it's certainly one of <i>my</i> favourite books - but not as many people read the later books in the series (such as <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2013/12/re-read-review-anne-of-avonlea-by-lucy.html" target="_blank">Anne of Avonlea</a> </i>and <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2014/05/anne-of-island-by-lucy-maud-montgomery.html" target="_blank">Anne of the Island</a></i>). It's easy to see why. Anne has far fewer flaws (most of her "scrapes" in this book are by accident), the drama is far milder, the storytelling rambling and unfocused.<br />
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For me, though, the <i>Anne</i> books remain my jam - the ultimate comfort read. With church socials and sponge cakes, saucy gossip, and lovingly-described scenery, it's a lilac-scented meandering walk down a summer lane with the occasional incisive scrap of social commentary.<br />
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<i>Windy Poplars</i> is mostly comprised of Anne's letters to her fiancé Gilbert during the three years they are separated (Anne to teach in Summerside as a school principal, Gilbert to finish medical school).<br />
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Anne has a tough go of it at first. Summerside's prolific and close-knit ruling family, the Pringles, had their own candidate for principal, and they are determined to topple Anne from her perch by any polite means necessary.<br />
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On top of that, Summerside has a surfeit of Emotionally Abusive Old People. Anne spends a chunk of the book rescuing girls and young women from their manipulative, grasping crone relatives who are determined to suck all the happiness out of them like Bette Midler in <i>Hocus Pocus.</i> It happens so often I wondered if all these old biddies and coots had some sort of club to Ruin Young People's Lives.<br />
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Anne also saves a couple of Bitter Spinsters (both unhappily unmarried by <i>28</i>! Gasp!) from future crone-hood.<br />
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Through it all, Anne maintains her sunny optimism - life is happier when one turns the other cheek, to admire the flowers or the sea or some other deliciously-described aspect of Prince Edward Island scenery. While she's much tamer than she was in her slate-bashing days, Anne has her spirited moments (in one chapter, she harbours delightfully violent fantasies against one of the worst Summerside crones).<br />
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And yes, as mentioned before, the drama is milder, but if there is any theme in <i>Windy Poplars</i> it is that people are often their own worst enemy. Yes, the Crones and the Pringles are nasty, but a lot of the characters Anne encounters perpetuate their own unhappiness - either through inaction or indecision, or because they've entrenched themselves in their own bitter outlook on life and need an outsider's perspective to adjust their attitude.<br />
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While I have yet to visit Prince Edward Island myself, I so love visiting the P.E.I. of Montgomery's novels.<br />
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A very sentimental, rose-coloured <b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A+</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-13837960030363794462016-05-11T22:26:00.001-06:002016-05-11T22:26:30.735-06:00"The Long Way To a Small Angry Planet," by Becky Chambers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have <a href="https://sammaggs.com/" target="_blank">Sam Maggs</a> to thank for this fantastic read - she described this book on Twitter as a cross between <i>Mass Effect</i> and <i>Firefly</i>. That's one hell of a recommendation. This succinct and ultimately accurate review is what led me to give this book a try, and I am so glad I did.<br />
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<i>The Long Way To a Small Angry Planet</i> is the best book I've read all year, and probably the best hard sci-fi I've read <i>ever. </i><br />
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The book concerns the colourful and diverse crew of <i>The Wayfarer</i>, a tunnelling ship that builds transport pathways between stellar systems by literally cutting holes through space. They have enough work to get by, but not enough to get rich - until their captain, Ashby, secures a government commission to build a tunnel to a planet whose mysterious inhabitants have only recently agreed to an alliance. The job comes with a mind-boggling payday, but will take almost a year to complete, so the crew is in for a pretty long haul.<br />
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While the eponymous small, angry planet is the overarching plot, the novel unspools in an episodic format - quite a bit happens during the year it takes for <i>The Wayfarer</i> to reach the tunnelling point. Everyone on the ship will find themselves tested in different ways, and the aliens on the crew give Chambers a golden opportunity to explore some pretty bizarre and unique perspectives about the nature of humanity and its relevance to the rest of the universe.<br />
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And what a universe! Chambers crafts a fascinating galaxy populated by various cultures and species, and while Humans aren't exactly endangered, they have very little influence beyond their own territories. There are massive cities built to host multiple cultures, as well as isolated frontier planets where the locals have created their own. Best of all, the rich worldbuilding is all expressed through the characters and their organic interactions within the story. Apart from a few articles here and there, there is no info dumping. The reader is free to explore and discover everything along with the <i>Wayfarer's </i>crew.<br />
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The novel's strongest, most outstanding selling point is the characters. I loved <i>everyone</i> on this ship - from Rosemary (a shy Human clerk who's never been off Mars), to Sissix (a reptilian pilot), to Dr. Chef (the most lovable alien caterpillar SpaceDad <i>ever</i>). Here's where the <i>Firefly</i> influence kicks in - while there's plenty of drama, conflict, and cultural differences, these characters truly love and care about each other. While spending a whole year together on the ship might bring up issues and baggage, at the end of the day, they're family.<br />
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<i>The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet</i> is a brilliant, rare science fiction novel that successfully explores vast galaxies and alien themes without sacrificing the warmth and empathy of character-based storytelling. Put down what you're reading and read this instead.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A+</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-30906056206509044802016-05-03T21:31:00.004-06:002016-05-03T21:31:42.845-06:00"After You," by Jojo Moyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>*Warning* This review containers spoilers for <i>Me Before You</i>. I highly recommend you read <i>Me Before You</i> first before reading this review. It's a great book. Trust me.</b><br />
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I really enjoyed <i>After You</i> - but I kind of wish it didn't exist.<br />
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Let me explain. <i>After You</i> is the sequel to <i>Me Before You</i>, a novel that emotionally capsized me when I first read it and will likely do so again when I see the movie version (can Mr. Bates from <i>Downton Abbey</i> just play everyone's dad forever?).<br />
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However, one of the things I loved the most about <i>Me Before You</i> was the ending, where Louisa finds the courage to embark upon an adventurous life thanks to her relationship with Will. It was hopeful yet bittersweet, the narrative unravelling into uncertainty instead of a neatly hemmed conclusion. I kind of thought it as the perfect ending.<br />
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<i>After You </i>ruins it. Louisa did go on that adventure, but before long her grief caught up with her and forced her home. Estranged from her family and hometown thanks to her involvement in Will's death, Louisa lives in London while working at a tacky Irish-themed pub at an airport. She knows she's not living the life Will wanted for her, and she almost loses that life when she drunkenly falls off her apartment building.<br />
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It's a little disappointing to know that Louisa's picture-perfect Paris ending didn't last, but <i>After You</i> does explore the very real consequences of grief and depression. Louisa wants to change her future but feels her new opportunities were bought with Will's life. Just when it looks like she might undo everything Will helped her accomplish - his sullen, impulsive long-lost daughter shows up.<br />
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The product of a college relationship that ended badly, Lily's home life is a mess and she's desperate to learn about the family she's never met. Louisa sees an opportunity to honour Will's memory and decides to take Lily in, not really understanding how teenagers work.<br />
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While it initially seems like her grief has knocked her back to square one, Louisa's so easy to relate to. In <i>Me Before You</i>, Will guided Louisa as she fought to overcome her limitations and bad habits and grab the life she wanted. Now, Louisa finds herself in a mentor position - to a prickly, unstable teenage girl who seems determined to destroy her own life.<br />
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There are a lot of good aspects to this book - the characterization is as strong as ever (<i>especially</i> with Louisa's adorable family), and Moyes has a flair for humorous situations (such as when Louisa is forced to conduct a job interview by Skype in a public bathroom), but throughout the book I couldn't help but feel - <i>this story isn't necessary</i>. Maybe I'm a little too attached to that "perfect ending" of <i>Me Before You</i>, but nothing about this story felt like it <i>had</i> to be told.<br />
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To be honest, it felt a bit like an emotional band-aid, as if Moyes regretted the last novel's open ending that left a few characters (Will's parents, for example) in pretty bad places, so she wrote in a Troubled Secret Daughter to give everyone a second chance at happiness before hammering down an unambiguously happy, triumphant ending.<br />
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<i>After You</i> wasn't a bad book, per se. It just wasn't a <i>necessary</i> one. It wasn't a sequel that celebrated and built on the first book - it felt almost like a <i>correction</i> for the first one. I enjoyed reading it, and it had some good things to say, but it doesn't outshine <i>Me Before You</i>.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">B</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-37703362938782968712016-02-27T12:18:00.001-07:002016-02-27T12:18:26.805-07:00"Texas Gothic," by Rosemary Clement-Moore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was a bit ashamed to pick this novel up from my shelf, only to realize it was an ARC dated back to 2011. Oops. I was busy, okay!<br />
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Amy Goodnight is the one non-witchy girl in a family full of witches and so she's made it her job to keep her kooky female relatives from letting their various magical cats out of their respective magical bags. Even though her own sister, Phin, could give two bagged-cat farts about the secrecy of her witchcraft-related experiments.<br />
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Anyhoo, Amy and Phin are spending the summer taking care of their Aunt Hyacinth's farm (she's a botanical soap witch, for reals), when Amy runs afoul of the Hot Cowboy Neighbour, Ben McCulloch. Rumours of a ghost on his property have been hurting his family business (especially after a few of his workers are mysteriously injured on the job) so of course he blames the witchy Goodnight family for spreading those rumours.<br />
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The only problem? Amy spots a <i>real</i> ghost, and when her paranormal encounter coincides with the discovery of human remains on the McCulloch land, she realizes all the weird accidents that have been happening to Ben's workers might not be so accidental. She just has to convince <i>Ben</i> the ghost is real, and enlist her witch sister's magical help, all the while trying to hide the fact that magic is real.<br />
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While this novel was charmingly written (Amy has a hilariously cynical narrative voice), it turned out to be lighter than expected. In several ways. First of all, the story is not as dark as the description led me to believe. It's very much in the Nancy Drew/Scooby Doo vein of Meddling Kids vs. Incompetent Adults. Secondly, for a novel whose protagonist is from a family of witches, there's not that much magic in it. There's a potion or two, one hilarious scene with a magical bottle of shampoo, and a ghost-detecting machine that Phin builds, but the fantasy in this story is strangely absent and doesn't really affect the plot. Most of the plot happens due to non-magical teenage detective work, which was a bit of a let down.<br />
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It's not terribly written, and the pacing is decent, but the back cover copy promises a story that the novel just doesn't deliver. It's light-hearted fluff, so if that's your thing, go ahead.<br />
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<b>Do Not Read If:</b> You expect an actually dark and gothic novel; you're looking for an explicitly magical plot involving spells; you hate Hot Teen Cowboys; you hate dogs; you hate ghosts; you hate goats; you hate storylines that hinge on someone hearing "goats" when the speaker meant "ghosts."<br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">C</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-51359105196911129432016-02-27T11:40:00.000-07:002016-02-27T11:56:53.112-07:00"Lair of Dreams," by Libba Bray<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Lair of Dreams</i> is the long-awaited sequel to Libba Bray's absolutely <i>mah-velous</i> 1920s-set fantasy, <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2013/02/the-diviners-by-libba-bray.html" target="_blank">The Diviners</a>. </i>The characters are just as engrossing, the rat-a-tat screwball dialogue is as sharp and as nonstop as ever, and the gruesomely dark mystery at this novel's heart is as shiver-inducing - perhaps even more so - than the one in <i>The Diviners</i>.<br />
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So was <i>Lair of Dreams</i> better than <i>The Diviners? </i>Not quite.<br />
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<i>The Diviners</i> had a diverse and rambunctious cast, and while <i>Lair of Dreams</i> returns to most of them, their stories are unevenly organized and paced, and they're too scattered to really function as a team until the very end. The sad thing is, half the reason the mystery takes so long to solve is because many of the characters barely take the time to talk to each other because they're too engrossed in their own problems.<br />
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It's still a whip-smart and entertaining novel, but the all-too-frequent "whoops I didn't tell <i>this</i> character an important tidbit because I magically forgot about it when I picked up the phone" coincidences can become frustrating.<br />
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But let's get to the plot, shall we? Ever since Evie O'Neill went public about being a Diviner and using her powers to save the city from Naughty John in the previous novel, New York has been swept up with Diviner fever. People are hosting Diviner parties. Ziegfeld is choreographing a Diviner Dancers Revue. And Evie is now a bona fide celebrity with her own radio show, the Sweetheart Seer.<br />
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But beneath all the glitz and glamour, trouble is brewing. After a group of construction workers fall mysteriously ill after discovering a buried subway station in Chinatown, the ensuing Sleeping Sickness awakens a rising tide of bigotry and paranoia as more and more people fall asleep and never wake up. The frightened populace has to point a finger somewhere. Who to blame? The Chinese? The immigrants? Or those strange Diviners?<br />
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Through it all, Bray concocts a heady and addictive sense of setting and period, from the sparkling dustbowl dialogue, to the sumptuous descriptions of jiving dance halls and rebellious hotel room parties. Each of our major players has their own narrative arc that settles them squarely within their time period while also making them relatable, interesting, and a little bit magical. Along with that, Bray continues to tease us with increasing hints at a series-long arc involving "Project Buffalo," a secret government Diviner program. Whatever this book's faults, they are minimal compared to the successful narrative plate-spinning Bray achieves with her blending of glamorous time period, bloody horror, timeless teen drama, old-school humour, and social justice.<br />
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<i>Lair of Dreams</i> is a worthy successor to <i>The Diviners. </i>I can't wait to read what comes next.<br />
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<b>Do Not Read If:</b> You don't like ghosts; you absolutely cannot stand horror or the jeepers creepers in any way, shape, or form; if you dislike Pears Soap and all those who advocate for it; diversity makes you ill, you creepy bigot; you hate fun.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A-</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-51371637238999469612016-02-16T15:16:00.000-07:002016-02-16T15:16:39.578-07:00Movie Review: "Deadpool" (2016)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I used to think of Ryan Reynolds as the Sriracha of comedic actors.<br />
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A small amount of hot sauce can improve and even save a meal, but you wouldn't want to eat an entire bowl of Sriracha. To me, the distinctive rapid-fire silliness that made Reynolds so utterly delicious in supportive roles (<i>Blade: Trinity, The Proposal,</i> <i>Adventureland</i>), rendered him nigh-unbearable as a leading man (<i>Green Lantern, Van Wilder, Just Friends</i>).<br />
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<i>Deadpool</i> has proven me wrong. Instead of trying to cram Reynolds' sarcastically-edged peg into a hole rounded smooth by G-rated studio conventions and merchandising, the filmmakers carved out their own jagged, self-referential, unrepentantly crude film to fit Reynold's talent.<br />
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Reynolds was <i>born</i> to play Deadpool. His indefatigable energy, rat-a-tat delivery, and pure maniacal glee radiate from the screen. He's remarkably light-footed for a man carrying an entire movie on his shoulders. Don't get me wrong, the film rocks a solid supporting cast (except Ajax, a villain so cookie cutter I'm beginning to wonder if his blandness was intentional), but you would have no movie without Reynolds.<br />
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The plot is refreshingly simple compared to the superhero films that came before - there's no time travel, no alien invasions, no magical hot tubs of electrical prophesy. Just a merc with a mouth on a mission. Reynolds plays Wade Wilson, an impulsive, violent, vulgar soldier for hire who finds himself diagnosed with terminal cancer. A shady agency offers him a miraculous cure, but the process mutates him and messes up his face, so the impulsive, violent, vulgar <i>super</i>soldier calls himself Deadpool and vows to track down the villains responsible.<br />
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The revenge-and-rescue plot is as old as time itself, but it's effective - instead of wearing itself out trying to convince a jaded audience that the entire universe is (once again) in danger, <i>Deadpool </i>relies on a relentless barrage of expertly-delivered and utterly inappropriate humour, interesting characters, and relatable stakes.<br />
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Even better - despite supporting appearances from a couple of third-string X-men characters, <i>Deadpool</i> works excellently as a stand alone film. I walked into this movie with little to no knowledge of the character and I understood the film perfectly. As much as I admire the work and planning that goes into the consistency of Disney's Marvel universe, the later films rely on so much pre-existing narrative that few of them are enjoyable on their own anymore.<br />
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<b>Don't see Deadpool if: </b>you can't stomach gratuitous violence, nudity and profanity; cannot tolerate humour based upon gratuitous violence, nudity and profanity; you're frightened of baby hands; the sound of Ryan Reynolds' voice induces seizures; you hate meta humour and fourth-wall breaking.<br />
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<b>Otherwise</b><i style="font-weight: bold;">, </i>I cannot recommend <i>Deadpool</i> enough. It's a finely-balanced, perfectly paced, action-packed, relentlessly funny and respectfully-disrespectful movie.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A+</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-78425582017281065112016-02-07T12:41:00.000-07:002016-02-07T12:41:19.852-07:00Losing the Dream Job: Writing and Recovering<div>
I've been a writer my entire life. It is a lifelong vocation. It comes easily to me, I like doing it, and I can do it just about anywhere. Part of the reason I've seen it as a vocation rather than a job is because I never expected to find a job writing. Sure, I dreamed of writing the Best-Selling Book that makes a million dollars - but that dream rested on the same shelf as winning the lottery (both dreams end with me typing away in a well-appointed English cottage with reliable Wi-Fi).</div>
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I suppose I could have gone into journalism or freelancing, but (perhaps immaturely) I always preferred living in fictional realms rather than the real one. I never wanted to chase down elusive leads, I was terrified at the idea of contacting strangers and asking about their stories, and even more terrified at the idea of living, financially, like a desperate trapeze artist swinging from opportunity to opportunity, always one leap away from tumbling down into Ruin. </div>
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Perhaps I was spoiled. Perhaps I was a coward. But that's not really the point of my post.</div>
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Anyway, last November, I won the lottery. No, I didn't sell another novel. No, I didn't pick the winning numbers. Instead, I landed a writing job at BioWare. </div>
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Back in September, BioWare put out a posting for a contract Assistant Writer position for their new IP. They were willing to look at applicants with no game writing experience, provided their practical writing experience and writing sample demonstrated talent and a willingness to learn. I sent in my application, was called in for an interview a month later, got a job offer the next day, and officially started with them two weeks later.</div>
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It really was the perfect job. First of all - I <i>adore</i> BioWare games. <i>Dragon Age: Origins</i> got me back into gaming, and I've played the Dragon Age and Mass Effect trilogies multiple times. Sure, the gameplay was fun, but it was BioWare's storytelling that hooked me. I loved the characters, I loved the choice-based narratives, I loved the worldbuilding. Whatever I would be working on, it was bound to be amazing.</div>
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Secondly, their office was located in Edmonton, right where I live. I wouldn't have to move to another city and miss my friends and family. Thirdly, it was that rarest of rare ducks - a pure writing job that was nine to five with a salary (and a fairly good one!). </div>
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So you can imagine my joy: I'd found a job writing what I loved for a company I loved that allowed me to stay in a city I loved that paid enough money to buy more things that I loved. I learned a lot (and fairly quickly), I was super excited about the IP and the creativity I could bring to it, and I got to share a writer's room and trade ideas with legendary BioWare talents. I bought an embarrassing amount of BioWare merchandise with my employee discount and had a <i>blast</i> at the <i>insane</i> BioWare Christmas party. </div>
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I planned to dye my hair blue (since BioWare has no dress code). I planned to get a tattoo of the IP's name (once it was finalized). I daydreamed about the merchandise and the fan art people would make about the character I would write. </div>
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BioWare terminated my contract two months in. The project was going in a different direction, they had to make cuts, and as the newest writer with the least amount of experience, I was the obvious choice. I held it together during the exit interview and the taxi ride home, barely. </div>
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You know that feeling when you miss a step on a staircase? That feeling of disorientation when your foot meets empty air when you expected solid ground? Imagine feeling that for a week. Just total, empty shock, with no idea where you're going to end up. I knew my position was a one-year contract. I knew there was a possibility they wouldn't renew. It had come up in my interview, actually, and the interviewer had said, "Even if we don't renew, you'll have a year with BioWare on top of a published novel under your belt. You can get a writing job anywhere with that."</div>
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But what can I do with <i>two months</i> at BioWare?</div>
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Losing my job at BioWare is probably the closest I've ever come to experiencing a breakup. I didn't go full Miss Havisham and turn all the clocks in the house to 11:00 am (the time of my final HR meeting, but who remembers such petty details?) while replaying the Suicide Mission from <i>Mass Effect 2</i> over and over in my BioWare 20 T-shirt and Tali hoodie. But I came close. I placed an inordinate amount of significance on diary entries and receipts and even credit card charges that happened before January 19th, 2016 - <i>I bought this before I knew what was going to happen. I went to this restaurant expecting to have a job this week. I had no idea what was in store for me when I made this appointment</i>.</div>
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<b><i>What Now?</i></b></h2>
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And once you've found and lost your dream job, how the hell do you find another job? Game writing positions are dearer than pearls - finding a game writing job in Canada was lucky enough, never mind one in my own home town. And convincing an American video game company like Tell Tale Games or a British one like Failbetter Games to sponsor me for a working visa based on a novel and two month's game writing experience? What are the odds of that? </div>
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And after having and losing an amazing writing job, is it worth trying again for another writing job? I didn't quit my administrator job of five years for BioWare - I'd already tendered my notice as I was planning on attending Vancouver Film School in January to study screenwriting. I withdrew from film school for BioWare, and the relief I felt that I <i>wouldn't have to move away</i> and I <i>wouldn't have to empty out my savings</i> convinced me I was making the right choice. Once I lost my job at BioWare, my desire to go to film school was similarly torpedoed. I'd opened the door to my fears of Leaving Home and Spending All My Money - and there they remain, ready and waiting for me whenever I try to revisit the idea of reapplying to VFS. </div>
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<i>Would you really want to leave all your family and friends and spend all the money you've saved over ten years to get into an industry that can kick you out after only two months?</i></div>
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So the remaining option is to go back to the way things were before - working in a stable, administrative field by day and writing by night. But once you've lost your dream job, how can you go back to looking for administrative jobs? You're supposed to apply for jobs you want, jobs that improve on the experience you have, jobs you envision being happy and fulfilled in. How do you apply for jobs knowing this will not and will never be the case? How do you keep from going crazy? </div>
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<i>Moving On</i></h2>
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I'm still wrestling with what to do. I've applied to numerous jobs - mostly administrative, but I did take a shot on an Ubisoft scriptwriter position in Montreal. I haven't written off Vancouver Film School just yet. I suspect it's a choice millions of people (artists especially) have to worry over: ordinary stability or uncertain greatness? Do I go for a stable job and fight to keep up an artistically and socially impassioned home life? Or try for the fantastic artistic career and all the insecurity that comes with it? </div>
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Out of all this, I remain certain about two things. The first is that I am not bitter towards BioWare. I realized it that first, awful afternoon when the taxi dropped me off and I collapsed onto my bed. The first thing I saw when I came up for air (and the first thing I see when I wake up every morning) is my <i>Dragon Age Inquisition</i> calendar pinned to my cork board. The second thing I see are my Tali and Garrus figurines on my windowsill. And the Tali hoodie on its hook on the back of my bedroom door. <i>Dragon Age</i>: <i>Origins</i> is my comfort game. The <i>Trespasser</i> soundtrack is my go-to secret to writing productivity. I still follow and converse with all of my BioWare writing friends on Twitter. </div>
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The termination of my contract wasn't personal. It's a sadly frequent reality of the video game industry. BioWare has a lot of separate moving parts, and the parts I came into contact with during my employment with them treated me extraordinarily well. If I was sent back in time to choose between applying to BioWare knowing I'd only have two months, and never applying at all, I'd do it all over again without question. And if tomorrow, in a month, in a year, another Assistant Writer position becomes available, I will apply again. Without question.</div>
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The second thing I remain certain of is that I can still write, and that it will always make me happy whether or not I do it for money. Every day, after I spend the morning scrolling through job postings and sending out resumes, I open my latest journal or scribbler and the words continue to flow from my pen. Regardless of the panic I feel at being unemployed, the self-consciousness at having to define myself in every cover letter as an administrative assistant, the frustration and longing at discovering a game writing internship is only open to recent graduates who live in the United States, I can still come up with ideas that take me away from everything but my own mind. I'm still a writer. Hell, I'm a <i>great</i> writer, and I can always take pride in that.</div>
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I don't need to be paid to write.</div>
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But .... it would be nice.</div>
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AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-8754027369554253142015-10-08T21:57:00.001-06:002015-10-08T21:57:28.930-06:00"Starship Troopers," by Robert A. Heinlein<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Starship Troopers</i> is my dad's absolute favourite book of all time by one of his favourite authors of all time. So of course I had to read it for my self-imposed Parental Book Club.<br />
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But I was worried. Yes, Heinlein was part of the Golden Age of Science Fiction, but this novel was released in 1959 and I thought it would be dated. I'd overheard discussions about his allegedly stilted language and stiff characters (<i>especially</i> the female ones). It certainly didn't help that certain rabidly conservative groups in the sci-fi community revered this novel for being "simple" sci-fi that focused on action rather than "agenda."<br />
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I opened this book with such lowered expectations, it shouldn't be a surprise that <i>Starship Troopers</i> overcame each one of them easily.<br />
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This book was nothing but surprises - the vast majority of them pleasant.<br />
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The novel follows the military career of Juan "Johnnie" Rico from the point when he joins the Terran Federation's Mobile Infantry (MI) in the 22nd century. Johnnie joins the army on little more than a whim and discovers the military is far tougher than he gave it credit for - especially once war breaks out with the Bugs, a race of super intelligent insects operating under a hive mind. However, over the course of the book, Johnnie not only falls in love with the job, but the man it's turned him into.<br />
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My first busted preconception about this book was that it would be simple and apolitical. WRONG. This book is <i>all</i> about politics. In the future, only Citizens (people who have successfully completed a term of military service) are allowed to vote or participate in politics. You can volunteer for the military whenever you want, and the military <i>has</i> to accept you (regardless of sex, age, race, religion, or ability), but then it's up to you to sweat and toil and earn your franchise. If you wash out or resign, you don't get another chance. Ever.<br />
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Sure, Heinlein is conservative, and this set-up would do nicely as the dystopia for one of today's YA novels, but you can definitely understand his reasoning - the only people who have the right to vote for society are the ones who've volunteered to put society's needs ahead of their own. The contrast between Johnnie's lifestyle before joining the military with his life after neatly outlines the novel's definition of power: Johnnie was born to a wealthy, privileged Filipino family but had no voting rights and a father who'd already picked out a career for him. He gains his power after joining the military - by choosing his own path and rising on his own merits. In this case, the power to vote is a symbol of Johnnie's autonomy.<br />
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I was also pleasantly surprised by the novel's diversity - at least comparatively, for the time period it was published in - with a Filipino hero and a cast that includes hispanic, African-American, and Japanese characters. That being said - while women are apparently "superior pilots" in the future, we only see, like, <i>two</i> of them, and then very briefly.<br />
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Did I agree with all the politics? Um, nope. There's a cringe-inducing chapter devoted almost entirely to the Usefulness of Corporal Punishment and how Psychology is Ruining Kids Today that made me want to shout at the teenagers to get off my lawn. And this novel takes a very cynical view of human existence that suggests that morality is a disguised survival instinct and that humans are innately savage, violent monsters.<br />
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Preconception number two: this would be an action book. Wrong again - you can blame this one on the terrrrrrrible film adaptation. There's maybe a handful of action scenes, and they're all brief. Heinlein's preferred style is to introduce the reader to a fight and then skip ahead to focus on who won, because the action isn't what's really important. Most of the novel is dedicated to military life <i>in between</i> combat - the training, the technology, the relationships and the social structure. Heinlein's take on the military is an extremely positive and compassionate one. The novel toes a fine line between being pro-military and being pro-war, but it manages that balance pretty well.<br />
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I went in expecting a stilted, vaguely-out-of-touch story and wound up sucked into a compulsively-readable, thought-provoking political sci-fi work. I should have known better - they don't give labels like "Golden Age of Sci-Fi" to chimps.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A-</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-3789681006986894312015-10-01T19:52:00.001-06:002015-10-01T19:52:52.441-06:00"Carnival," by Elizabeth Bear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Carnival</i>'s plot is wildly and enjoyably convoluted, but I'll try to convey the gist: Michelangelo and Vincent are two diplomats (and former lovers) from the Old Earth Coalition Cabinet who seek an audience with the Parliament of New Amazonia, a planet that's managed to remain independent. On the surface, the two men are supposed to broker an alliance. Secretly, they've been sent to discover the source of New Amazonia's miraculously clean energy and claim it for the Coalition. Unfortunately for them, the powers that be in New Amazonia have their own ideas.<br />
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Old Earth and its allied planets are under constant pressure from the Governors - a manmade race of artificially intelligent beings programmed to maintain ecological balance. Part of that balance includes population control and resource distribution - the Governors will go into Massacre Mode and start culling if a planet's population gets too high or if the environment starts to decline. The tyranny of the Governors has forced the Coalition to adopt a desperately expansionist philosophy: the more planets they colonize, the more space and resources there'll be to go around, which means fewer excuses for the Governors to intervene. On Coalition planets, resources are tightly controlled, and neither mediocrity nor nonconformity are acceptable.<br />
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The Coalition's societal structure is twelve kinds of fucked up, but we quickly learn New Amazonia's freer way of life isn't automatically better. In New Amazonia, women are the ruling class while men are second-class citizens categorized into two camps: "stud" males who have to earn their status by performing gladiatorial challenges, and "gentle" (gay) males who are permitted to be servants and artisans.<br />
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<i>Carnival</i> is a clever and intricate science fiction novel about the many ways in which different societies fail to live up to their ideals. The novel encourages you (at least at first) to view the Coalition as the soulless aggressor, but New Amazonia has troubles of its own. Both societies feel they have the science and the history to back up how they've structured their worlds, but their vast generalizations leave swaths of people out in the cold.<br />
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It helps that all three protagonists (Vincent, Michelango, and New Amazonia's Lesa) teeter on the edge of being outcasts in their respective societies. Vincent and Michelango have to officially hide their homosexuality from their superiors (the inability to reproduce is seen as a waste of resources), while Lesa rages that her soft hearted, intellectual son will soon be forced to give up his studies because of his gender. While all three are strongly influenced by their environments, due to their outcast status, all three are clear-eyed enough to spot the flaws in their ways of life.<br />
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<i>Carnival </i>also asks: should one accept one's society's inevitable inadequacies to preserve the peaceful status quo, or should one risk death and sacrifice to form a better society - even if <i>that</i> society will eventually wind up failing somewhere down the road as well?<br />
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<i>Carnival</i> isn't perfect (it can be incredibly difficult to keep up with all the double-triple-quadruple crossing and double blinds going on), but it uses unique settings, nuanced characters, and fantastical set-pieces to ask deeper questions of the reader.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A-</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-68892158907739066972015-09-30T19:28:00.002-06:002015-09-30T19:28:31.817-06:00"Tapping the Dream Tree," by Charles de Lint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I'm back to reviewing!<br />
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Sort of!<br />
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Basically to get myself back in the habit of both reading and writing critically, I'm going to go back to reviewing books - although I might be briefer than I used to be.<br />
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I've recently moved back in with my parents, and to while away the hours I started an impromptu Parental Book Club, encouraging my parents to submit books or authors they've always loved and always wanted me to try.<br />
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Which is what got me reading <i>Tapping the Dream Tree</i>. Charles de Lint is one of my mother's favourite authors, and she thought this collection of stories would be the perfect appetizer platter to introduce me to his unique brand of urban fantasy.<br />
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And to be honest - it was rather refreshing. I burnt out on urban fantasy pretty early after one-too-many novels about a Tough Heroine with a Mysterious Parentage who wears a Leather Jacket and Disrespects Authority and is in a Love Triangle with Two Equally Hot and Morally Ambiguous Magical Boyfriends.<br />
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De Lint's stories have a different, folkie, down-to-earth tone, inspired by Celtic and First Nations folklore. Most of them take place in or around the fictional town of Newford, with a revolving cast of recurring characters. Most of the protagonists are artists or musicians - people who, while not explicitly magical, are still open enough to the world's mysteries to be pretty chill about the magical stuff that inevitably goes down. I really enjoyed this - none of the stories get bogged down in "What do you mean magic is real?!" denials or overwrought explanations about rules or worldbuilding. Whether it's a fairy-powered internet search engine, a Ferris Wheel of alternate universes, or the ghost of the teenage free spirit you sacrificed for a happy adulthood, the drama comes not from confronting magic, but from accepting and learning from it.<br />
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What I enjoyed the most about these stories is that although characters might reference events from other collections or novels, I never felt lost or left out because I was a de Lint newbie. <i>Tapping the Dream Tree</i> is an effective Charles de Lint taster - each story is a satisfying standalone that still drops delicious hints about his pretty impressive backlist. I may have to try one of his novels, next.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">B</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-40046997255126246282015-07-16T20:30:00.001-06:002015-07-16T20:30:12.122-06:00"Little Men," by Louisa May Alcott<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yeah, sequels are rarely as good as the original story.<br />
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I could pretty much end my review of <i>Little Men</i> (the sequel to the classic <i>Little Women) </i>right there, but despite the fact that <i>Little Men </i>is nowhere near as interesting or well-written as the book that came before it, it is still a remarkably interesting book for its time.<br />
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<i>Little Men</i> chronicles the adventures of one year at Plumfield Academy, the school Jo and her husband Professor Bhaer founded at the end of <i>Little Women</i>. You'd think this would be interesting, and it sort of is, and it sort of isn't.<br />
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Plumfield is home to 14 students, plus Jo's sons Rob and Teddy (yes, his name is Teddy Bhaer). Four are the main(ish) characters - Nat, former urchin and violin prodigy; Demi, Meg and John's bookworm son; Tommy, the rascally troublemaker; and Dan - the bad boy street kid with a dark past. Yes, ladies, we <i>have</i> been mooning over angsty brooders for more than a century.<br />
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Five of the other boys are vague characters who mainly serve as comic relief or mild antagonists (Jack, Stuffy, Franz, Emil, Ned). Three are the token "special" kids (Dick has a crooked back, Dolly has a stutter, and Billy is mentally disabled) who are mentioned <i>very</i> rarely and never without some combination of the adjectives "poor," "feeble," and "valiant."<br />
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Strangely enough, the "quadroon" student Jo and Fritz boasted of so smugly at the end of <i>Little Women</i> is nowhere to be found. Suspicious, that.<br />
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Lastly, two of the students are girls - Daisy, Demi's twin sister, and "Naughty Nan," who is AWESOME. More on that later.<br />
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The main reason this book didn't work for me was the youth of the characters. While the main children are comparable in age to the March sisters at the start of <i>Little Women, </i>they act much younger. Perhaps this is due to the fact that they reside in a school environment where they are constantly reminded that they're children, while the March sisters had to grow up rather fast to survive while their father was away.<br />
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Alcott also wastes an awful lot of scenes chronicling the cutesy fan-servicey adventures of the March sisters' children, most of whom are under the age of 5. Lots of tears, chubby fists, and baby talk. Imagine reading a Facebook friend's posts about <i>their</i> two-year-old, only instead of a post, it's like 40% of a novel. So most of the episodes read as very childish.<br />
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<i>Little Men</i>, as a whole, feels strangely directionless. It's "a year in the life," separated into little episodes and vignettes, with no real goal or point. The closest the novel comes to an arc is the Bhaers' attempt to tame Dan - a defiant and obviously troubled boy who wants help as much as he fears to ask for it. The Bhaer's conflicting hopes and fears for Dan (hope that he might be brought around, fear that his violence might affect the other children) are powerful, as is Dan's slowly unfolding trust for them. It's the strongest subplot in the novel, and I honestly wish we had more of it.<br />
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On the positive side, Plumfield gives Alcott an excuse to rhapsodize at length about how best to educate boys and girls, and her ideas (considering her time period) are bold, progressive, and feminist. For instance, a huge emphasis is placed on individual study - some kids learn at different paces, and that's okay! Rote memorization will not help a young, eager brain to learn (rather laughably, mentally handicapped Billy's backstory is that he <i>literally studied so hard his brain gave out</i>). As well, Alcott preaches a balance between book learning and practical, hands-on knowledge (the boys are encouraged to explore and collect their frogs and snails and puppy dog's tails).<br />
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Even better, Jo decides to make Plumfield co-ed by inviting local girl "Naughty Nan" to board with them and study with Daisy (who's at Plumfield to be close to her brother). Jo theorizes that having boys learn alongside girls will encourage them to moderate their behaviour and respect women more. FANCY THAT.<br />
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Alcott also demonstrates many feminist themes in her treatment of Daisy and Nan. Daisy fits the more conventional model of Victorian femininity - she's gentle and sweet, loves to cook and clean and pretends to mother her dolls. Nan is the wild child - running and racing and challenging the boys, voraciously interested in science and the outdoors. Neither child is shamed or depicted as the "bad one" for what they want out of life. Nan is "naughty" because of her behaviour, not because of her desires.<br />
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Oh, and did I mention? Jo sees Nan's interest in science, biology, and medicinal herbs and encourages her to study to be a DOCTOR. IN 1871 NEW ENGLAND. Because JO MARCH-BHAER IS AWESOME. I just about flew up out of my chair reading that part.<br />
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So while <i>Little Men</i> doesn't tell as interesting of a story as <i>Little Women</i> did, it's still a fascinating look into the mind of a 19th century feminist and her idea of what the ideal school would be like. While some of her ideas and themes are problematic when seen in a modern context (especially her depiction of disabled people), the amount of stuff she got right is still encouraging.<br />
<b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">B</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-57149599054406894502015-06-09T21:31:00.001-06:002015-06-09T21:31:54.128-06:00Learning to Love "Little Women" Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are three stages to reading Louisa May Alcott's <i>Little Women</i>.<br />
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<b>Stage One</b><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>is when you read it for the first time because your mother bought it for you, usually around the ages of 12-13, and you love it. Because there's Jo - who's awkward and a tomboy and a writer and likes books <i>just like you</i>! And has sisters who love/annoy her, <i>just like you!</i> And has a totally cute next door neighbour who she loves and this is where the comparison ends because <i>you would TOTALLY marry Laurie, what the HELL were you thinking, Jo? He's rich and half-Italian and a musician and looks vaguely like Christian Bale! Instead she marries some random old dude (HE'S FORTY) with a beard that you just KNOW is worse than Laurie's terrible Rejection-Goatee from the movie. </i><br />
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Also, Amy is the worst and Beth is weird.<br />
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<b>Stage Two </b>is when you read it as a smart, sophisticated, cynical intellectual (between the ages of 19-23) because you remember loving it as a kid, and are surprised by how much you hate it. Good Lord, did you actually <i>love</i> this novel at one time? Everything is sugary and preachy and condescending, and a March girl is always sewing or darning something in <i>literally every scene ever</i>. That's Beth over there, embroidering a handkerchief as Amy falls through the ice. I'm almost positive Meg managed to tat some lace while she was wearing high heeled shoes and sipping champagne <i>like a godless harlot</i> while Laurie looked on in <i>Righteous Patriarchal Disapproval</i>. This time around, you can only stand about a hundred pages of Marmee's cheesy moralizing, creepy Beth with her broken doll hospital and Foreshadowings of Death, and Amy being The Literal Worst before you slam the book shut and write the novel off as something that just doesn't age well.<br />
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<b>Stage Three</b><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>is when you pick it up again in your late twenties. Partly for nostalgia. Partly to make a few more jokes at its expense (for you haven't <i>completely</i> outgrown your cynical I'm <i>So</i> Clever phase). This is the stage where you stop pausing to point out the things that haven't aged well (it takes place in the 1860s, remember) and rediscover the parts that remain stunningly timeless. When you read it as a girl, you loved and remembered it primarily as a book about girls, and as a Cynical Teen you couldn't even read past the girl part. It's Stage Three when you rediscover what this book has to say about <i>women</i>.<br />
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In case you are unfamiliar or would like a reminder, <i>Little Women</i> is about four sisters (Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March) who live in genteel poverty in 1860s New England. The first half of the novel deals with the sisters and their mother (Marmee) eking out a living on their own while the March patriarch is off serving as a chaplain in the army. With their male anchor away at war, these five women work tirelessly together - not only to support themselves financially (both Meg and Jo work full-time jobs), but also emotionally.<br />
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Poverty is a big issue in this novel, and during Stage Two, I dismissed this first half as a simplistic sermon on how "We Don't Need Money Because We Have Twu Wuv." During Stage Two, I saw the Marches as this judgy family that repeatedly hammered home how much better they were then those Godless Immoral Rich People because they relied on their Pure Christian Love and not filthy, filthy lucre.<br />
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Reading in Stage Three gave me a completely different interpretation. It wasn't, "We Don't Need Money Because We Have Twu Wuv." The Marches don't have a <i>choice</i> between poverty and wealth. They're poor, full stop. It's not about how being Poor makes them Better, it's how they struggle and fight to be Better despite being Poor. A good chunk of the novel's first half deals with the girls battling the incursions of envy, greed, despair and bitterness that come from being poor. Especially Meg. One of the details I missed during previous readings was that the March family used to be rich, and Meg, as the eldest sister, has the clearest memories of what their lives used to be like before disaster struck. This informs so much of her character - her conflicted feelings about wealth and status continually influence her life and her eventual marriage, and Alcott portrays these feelings as natural without slighting Meg's ultimately virtuous character.<br />
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The second half of the novel deals with the girls growing into women, mustering and altering their lives' ambitions, and learning how to deal with the men in their lives. While I recognize the book is a product of its time, I was nevertheless astounded and delighted by the strong and amazingly relevant themes about feminism and art I took away from this novel. Marmee trains all her girls to be independent - to value hard work, to develop useful skills, to maintain a moral compass, with or without a husband. She'd rather her daughters be happy old maids than unhappy wives.<br />
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Meg learns that even a happy marriage has hiccups (hilariously still-relevant hiccups) that need to be resolved with open communication and understanding. My favourite scene is when Meg, a new mother, has to be cajoled into letting her husband John look after the kids because she deserves some personal time. <i>Imagine that</i>.<br />
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Jo's storyline remains my favourite, and now that I'm an author, too, it's great fun to recognize how little has changed about being a writer. Jo struggles with the morality of writing immoral garbage (gasp! <i>Genre</i> fiction!) because the pay is good, handles an editor's notes on her manuscript, reacts to conflicting reviews (GoodReads would <i>destroy</i> her), and learns that life has to be lived before it can be written about.<br />
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Moreover, now that I've reached Stage Three, I actually <i>understand</i> why Jo doesn't go for Laurie.<br />
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SURPRISE: Laurie's a Bit of an Asshole.<br />
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<i>Little Women</i> is all about girls growing up, and Laurie and Jo's bromance perfectly demonstrates the distinction between friendships formed in childhood and adult romantic relationships. Mature romantic relationships require a bit more than simply Liking Someone a Lot, and to say this in a Victorian novel? This is <i>huge.</i> Jo and Laurie are brilliant friends, but they're both rambunctious and impulsive and bring out the impulsiveness in each other. It's hilarious when they're kids because it gets them into entertaining scrapes, and their siblings and relatives are always close at hand to yank them back when they skirt too close to the cliff's edge. But as adults, anything more than friendship between them would be a hot-ass mess.<br />
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I get it now. Great job, LMA.<br />
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One of Jo's most important lessons in her artist's journey comes when the simple story she writes to deal with Beth's illness and death winds up phenomenally more successful than all her sensationalist gothic fantasies put together. Writing something true will ultimately resonate more with readers than writing something that's merely clever. Imagination is important, but the stuff that you write has to have an emotionally honest foundation to stick around long enough in people's minds.<br />
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That's what I got from <i>Little Women - </i>when I first read it as a child, I revelled in discovering a young heroine who was so much like me. Reading it now as an adult, I feel the same way - I just relate more to second-half Jo, who struggles with her writing and her sisters' successes and wonders what she's going to do with her life and what choices she needs to make to speed up the process. Once I put down my Horn-Rimmed Glasses of Irony, I rediscovered the emotional truth of<i> Little Women</i> that's made it such a perennial favourite.<br />
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If you haven't read <i>Little Women</i> in a while, maybe it's time to pick it up again. The results just might surprise you.AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-64023371338470339362015-05-26T21:43:00.001-06:002015-05-26T21:43:08.032-06:00How I Learned to Wake Up and Smell My LaurelsYou've probably heard the expression, "resting on your laurels." It means to milk a singular success instead of going out and succeeding some more.<br />
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But is there the opposite of that expression? "Downplaying your laurels"? "Hiding your laurels in a tasteful floral arrangement"? "Those aren't really laurels, that's just a Christmas wreath you stole from the sales rack at Target"?<br />
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Last August, I actually won some laurels I'd been searching for my whole life. My debut fantasy-romance novel, <i><a href="http://www.entangledpublishing.com/the-duke-of-snow-and-apples/" target="_blank">The Duke of Snow and Apples</a></i>, was published by Entangled Romance. And for one hot month I was wearing 100% laurel-woven tunics and eating laurel salad and drinking laurel smoothies.<br />
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I'd done it, I was an <i>author</i>. I had reached the Mount Olympus of artistic achievement, and it was time to drink ambrosia, abduct Greek maidens and commit incest in a variety of impractical animal forms with the other mighty wordsmiths who had come before.<br />
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And yet, the more time passed, the less I believed in what I had done. It wasn't that I stopped bragging (although I did, because the world kept turning after I achieved Literary Immortality and I'm not a dick). It was that my brain started <i>reverse</i>-bragging.<br />
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It's one thing to not brag about an achievement because it's not relevant to the current conversation.<br />
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It's another thing to retroactively dismiss a legitimate achievement. Some months after <i>Duke</i> came out, when people asked about my book, I'd talk about it - and then I'd find myself <i>apologizing</i>. Adding some sort of explanation to it. Just to make sure they didn't get the wrong idea.<br />
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"Oh, I had a book published - but it's only in ebook form."<br />
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Or, "My book came out - but it didn't sell very many copies. My mom bought a lot."<br />
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Or, "My book was published by Entangled - you've probably never heard of them<i>.</i>"<br />
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Or, and this makes me <i>really</i> kick myself, "I do have a book out - *apologetic smile* - <i>it's a romance.</i>"<br />
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Let me back up for a moment. I grew up as one of those quirky kids who, despite not being an habitual liar, was always afraid of being <i>thought</i> a liar. I've always been paranoid of people not believing me. It's resulted in a pathological reluctance to take sick days ("what if my boss thinks I'm faking?"), return retail items ("what if they think I actually wore it?"), or demand refunds ("what if the malfunctioning coin-laundry company thinks I'm trying to scam money from them?").<br />
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For some reason, when I told people I was an author, it felt like I wasn't telling the truth. Or at least, the <i>whole</i> truth. I wasn't <i>really</i> an author. Entangled was a small publisher, and they probably published <i>everybody</i>. My book was only a step above self-published. It was a nobody book at a nobody publisher - what the hell was I doing, telling people I was an author? Susan Elizabeth Phillips is an author. Robin Hobb is an author. I'm just a schmuck.<br />
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<i>What the hell?</i> Why was I thinking those things? Why was I downgrading my achievements in front of people who asked about my book?<br />
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First of all - <a href="http://www.entangledpublishing.com/" target="_blank">Entangled</a> is a fantastic publisher with a rapidly growing reader base and a diverse stable of authors. They do <i>not</i> accept "just about everybody." I would know - I interned there for over a year. I read their slush pile. And their best authors sell <i>tens of thousands</i> of copies.<br />
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....and, okay, I didn't make it that far. But I checked my sales stats and I know as an empirical fact that I've sold more copies than my mother could possibly justify buying. Which means that strangers I'd never met - <i>of sound mind (hopefully) and of their own free will</i> - liked the idea of my book enough to buy it and read it. And a lot of them liked it and wrote great reviews! That means something!<br />
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Moreover, when I attended the <a href="http://www.wordsin3d.com/" target="_blank">Words in 3D Conference</a> in my hometown this weekend, I was strongly reminded just how tough it can be to break into publishing. People who have been writing their whole lives and have slogged through hundreds of writer's cons and writing groups and author seminars are still fighting for that dream.<br />
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At my workplace, I had someone from a different department reveal to me they've been trying to write and publish a novel for ten years. AND I STILL FELT EMBARRASSED, like I had cheated on a test and won the scholarship that the struggling genius working two jobs should have received.<br />
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Worse - I found myself belittling my work because it was <i>romance</i>. HAVE YOU PERCHANCE HAPPENED TO NOTICE THE TYPES OF NOVELS I'VE REVIEWED ON THIS WEBSITE FOR <i style="font-weight: bold;">A DECADE?</i><br />
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Wow, I <i>am</i> a schmuck.<br />
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Hubris can be fatal and arrogance is unattractive (unless you're a sexy, swarthy Duke with a dark past, of course!), but everyone needs to have pride in something. And maybe pride needs to be nurtured.<br />
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I don't know why I've felt this way about my book. Maybe it's because I'd dreamed for so long about Becoming An Author, and embellished the Ultimate Glory of that Achievement in my mind for so many years. When it finally happened and Hugh Jackman and Channing Tatum failed to materialize at my door on a tandem bicycle holding my <i>You Did It! </i>Trophy, I suppose that caused my brain to tell me that I hadn't really "made it" yet.<br />
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This is sort of true. Publishing your first book isn't the end of the road - it's just a super awesome rest stop where you can replenish your self-confidence and creativity. You're never going to reach that "Made It" plateau where you can stop and the world's accolades will just come to you. When I was a teen I just assumed once a publisher took on your first book they were contractually obligated to publish you forever, like a Random Penguin imprinting on its mother. You were now an Author, and your publisher had only to bask in your radiance and provide offerings of royalties and deckled page editions. This is <i>not</i> true. Like, at all.<br />
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No one likes a braggart, and I'm not supposed to rest on my laurels. But I need to remind myself every now and then to <i>smell</i> the laurels. To remind me they're real. That I <i>did</i> win them. That I worked really hard and had a lot of fun and was rewarded. That I am special and talented.<br />
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I am an author. I was published. I even made royalties! But now it's time to get back to writing.AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-40343834804464999142015-04-20T19:13:00.003-06:002015-04-20T19:13:34.515-06:00"Guy in Real Life," by Steve Brezenoff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay, so I'm going to start this review with two warnings:<br />
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Warning the First: I had no interest in reading this book, no desire to pick it up at all, and the only reason I did was because it's FYA Book Club's April pick. So I may have gone into it with a bit of resentment at being "forced" to read it.<br />
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Warning the Second: I ended up skimming this novel sometime after the halfway mark.<br />
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But guys, this book <i>sucked</i>.<br />
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It starts out with an interesting idea - after black-clad metalhead Lesh gets grounded by his parents for coming home drunk from a concert, he gets suckered into signing up for a <i>World of Warcraft</i>-style MMO by his nerd friend, Greg.<br />
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Lesh initially signs up as a meathead orc warrior at Greg's behest, but is soon bored - until he decides to create a female elf healer because the avatar reminds him of a new girl at school that he can't get off his mind. Of course, it's not long before Lesh realizes that other players treat him differently when they think he's a girl. But for some reason, he really enjoys embodying a female character on a vast fantasy adventure.<br />
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Meanwhile, the girl he's crushing on, Svetlana, is an anti-social artist who's heavily invested in tabletop, <i>Dungeons and Dragons</i> gaming. She starts hanging out with him when she realizes he can help her shake an infuriatingly persistent (and unwanted) suitor, but starts realizing there's more to him than meets the eye.<br />
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Doesn't this sound good? Nope. I decided to make a list of the things that annoyed me - and it's a long one.<br />
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<b>1. This book isn't finished. </b>It throws out a bunch of ideas like so much spaghetti at a refrigerator, but it doesn't stick around to clean any of it up or explore it in any depth. Lesh's adventures as a female character, Svetlana's attempts to keep her D and D club at school from being disbanded, Lesh's fracturing relationship with his truly hateful "friend" Greg, and Svetlana's increasing disgust and frustration with unwanted male attention - none of it gets resolved in a meaningful way. Maybe the real ending will come out in a future DLC?<br />
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<b>2. Svetlana is primarily treated as Obsession!Bait. </b>Almost every major male character in the novel is obsessed with her. There's family friend Fry, who becomes increasingly violent and bullying towards her (and her friends!) when she refuses his advances. There's Abraham, who quits the D and D club because ... she dates someone else, thereby refusing his advances. There's a Creepy Online Stalker who targets her and sends her weird gifts because he confuses her for the character Lesh plays online (for reals). Her storyline is focused almost entirely on how all these dudes are obsessed with her and make decisions of varying levels of inappropriateness because she turns them down.<br />
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And...am I forgetting someone? Oh right - LESH, who's SO obsessed with her from the very first minute that he creates a lookalike avatar of her so he can pretend to be close to her. HOW IS THAT OKAY? The novel never explains this theme - if all these men are irrationally fixated on this one girl, what makes Lesh the "good" one? His plot line is like the G-rated online version of that Buffalo Bill dude from <i>Silence of the Lambs</i>.<br />
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Long story short - the most important female character is reduced to a damsel who's constantly beating off hordes of angry thwarted males with her 12-sided die.<br />
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<b>3. The actual gamer characters in this book are almost uniformly awful, cliched, shallow, bigoted turds - and the book never explores or deals with it. </b>Yes, <i>some</i> of them need to be turds. This novel's main (if poorly-handled) theme is on sexism in gaming. It's about a tough-looking rocker dude who enjoys playing as a delicate lady elf, but discovers that playing a female character inspires other gamers to behave like total asshats.<br />
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Except - Lesh never explores deeper than, "Man, that sucks." Take his "friendship" with Greg - a venomous douchenerd who spits homophobic slurs like a malfunctioning sprinkler. I would have liked to see Lesh actually internalize what Greg says and realize that it's not okay. I would have liked to see him tell Greg off, stand up for himself and reveal Greg for the bully he is. Except - it never happens. Greg throws a mild hissy fit when he finds out Lesh is a G.I.R.L. (Guy In Real Life - get it?) and then vanishes from the novel completely. No resolution. No exploration of theme.<br />
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And the depictions of almost all the gamers (with a few exceptions with Svetlana's D and D crew) are laughably stereotyped. They're nerds who are good at math who hunch over their screens with bad posture and bad skin, their hands poised like claws above their keyboards. The only thing missing is a pair of taped-up, thick-rimmed Coke bottle glasses to settle the depiction of gamers firmly back in the 1980s.<br />
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<b>4. The description of the MMO itself makes no sense</b>. First of all, the author inserts truly laughable attempts at epic fantasy to describe the world of the game. Brezenoff is no Tolkien. He's not even a Tracy Hickman. Moreover, there are a number of "questionable" events that happen in the game - for instance, poor Lesh gets molested and drenched in beer by a pack of dwarves and needs to be rescued. Um, I'm sorry - are there fantasy games out there where avatars are allowed to rape or sexually assault other player characters? Who would design a game like that?<br />
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I get the sense Brezenoff is attempting to highlight the sexism that female players often endure in gaming - but instead of focusing on the very real, very common ways girls are ostracized in games, he decides to make up some exaggerated, cartoonish bullshit that would NEVER HAPPEN in a popular MMO because no game dev in his right mind would put a rape feature in his game unless he wanted to endure a billion lawsuits.<br />
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<b>5. Our two main protagonists barely spend any time together.</b><br />
Seriously, even if the rest of the book had been fine, <i>Guy in Real Life</i> would still have fallen flat because its two romantic protagonists barely talk to each other. Sure, Lesh obsesses over Svetlana all the time, but Svetlana has her own life, and their scenes apart are far more numerous, important, and interesting than their scenes together. I still don't understand what they have in common or how their romance works - and ultimately the whole stalker storyline muddies the waters even further.<br />
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My opinion? Avoid this sloppily-plotted, creepy, and ultimately pointless novel in favour of novels that aim for a higher level (ha!) of story telling and theme structure.<br />
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<b>The Chick: </b>Lady Lydia Reeve. A genteel lady whose family has traditionally held a high political interest in the town of Lively St. Lemeston.<br />
<b>The Rub: </b>Now that her father's dead, her skittish younger brother is content to let that interest lapse in order to pursue his own desires. And Lydia has no money of her own to maintain her family's influence.<br />
<b>Dream Casting: </b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0279545/?ref_=nv_sr_1" target="_blank">Isla Fischer.</a><br />
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<b>The Dude: </b>Asher Cohen, a.k.a. "Ashton Cahill." A Jewish con artist on the run with his brother and partner in crime, Rafe.<br />
<b>The Rub: </b>Rafe is tired of their life and wants to go straight, so Ash needs to concoct a truly lucrative swindle to give Rafe safer life options than the army.<br />
<b>Dream Casting: </b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0749263/?ref_=nv_sr_1" target="_blank">Mark Ruffalo</a>.<br />
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<b>Romance Convention Checklist:</b><br />
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<li>1 Inconvenient Inheritance</li>
<li>1 Inconveniently Dead Parent</li>
<li>1 Stolen Baby</li>
<li>1 Plot-Propelling Urchin</li>
<li>Several Fake Names</li>
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<b>The Word: </b>You know what time it is? TIME FOR ANOTHER ROSE LERNER NOVEL! To set next to <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2010/03/in-for-penny-by-rose-lerner.html" target="_blank">In For a Penny</a></i>, <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2012/01/lily-among-thorns-by-rose-lerner.html" target="_blank">Lily Among Thorns</a></i>, and <i><a href="http://gossamerobsessions.blogspot.ca/2014/03/sweet-disorder-by-rose-lerner.html" target="_blank">Sweet Disorder</a>, </i>we have <i>True Pretenses</i>.</div>
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Our novel opens on two brothers, Ash and Rafe, in the midst of escaping after a successful swindle. Orphaned, impoverished, and Jewish, they've eked out their outcast existence through theft, trickery and clever con artistry. However, Rafe (the younger brother) has tired of the game and wants to go straight. His protective older brother, Ash, reluctantly agrees, with one caveat: they must perform one more swindle, to set Rafe up properly for his new life of law abidance. </div>
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Ash travels on ahead to the town of Lively St. Lemeston (the same setting from <i>Sweet Disorder</i>) and discovers low-hanging fruit ripe for the plucking: Lady Lydia Reeve. Her highly political father, Lord Wheatcroft, held a heavy interest in Lively St. Lemeston before his sudden death, but his son Jamie now balks at the idea of continuing the tradition. Lydia's determined to hold onto their family's interest until her brother comes to his senses, but the only funds at her disposal come from a trust that will only be released upon her marriage. </div>
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I'll be honest - the set-up to this novel doesn't make a whole lot of sense. It's kind of confusing - at first, the brothers plan to offer Lydia access to her trust through a sham marriage to Rafe (in exchange for 3000 pounds) but then Ash wants Rafe and Lydia to marry for realsies because they're so cute together and it'll keep Rafe out of the army. What?<br />
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Um, <i>WHAT?</i><br />
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Thankfully, before that ridiculousness can happen, Rafe and Ash get into an argument that ends with their estrangement, leaving Ash to offer himself to Lydia instead. The plot is probably the weakest part of the novel, and the weakest of all Lerner's novels to date. After the initial set-up, the rest of the book is virtually conflict-free until the too-sudden Black Moment at the end. Ash and Lydia get along famously about 99% of the time, with the other 1% devoted to depressing self-examination. </div>
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So why did I keep reading? Despite the fact that there is relatively little drama between Ash and Lydia, their individual characters and habits are fascinating - Lydia's, especially. She is very much a conservative, devoted to maintaining the traditions of the past, suspicious of change, and almost pathologically afraid of showing weakness or negative emotion of any kind. At the beginning of the book, her methods of expression are all but muzzled by her refusal to utter anything that might possibly reflect badly on her father or brother. She has been raised to cater to the needs of others while repressing her own. It becomes a relief to talk to Ash, someone who cannot judge her since his social status is virtually nonexistent.</div>
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Ash is a more nebulous character, but perhaps that's intentional. His Jewish identity is important to him (sex with random ladies is a worry because how <i>does</i> one explain the lack of a foreskin?), but otherwise, he's afraid to define himself as anything other than "Rafe's brother." Finding and committing to an identity is a new experience for him. He's a con man without an emotional off-switch. His success at conning developed from his ability to empathize with and draw closer to the rubes he fleeced, leaving him incapable of trusting other people's emotions - and his own, least of all. Does he really enjoy Lydia's company? Or is he just desperate to be liked, because likeable people get what they want? The only emotional stability he's ever preserved is his love for Rafe, and without him, he's adrift.<br />
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The enormous status gulf between Lydia and Ash is also entertaining as it allows for a thorough examination of privilege. Ash was no Dickensian urchin - his past involves theft, graverobbing, fencing, and sex work. The contrast between the protagonists is especially potent because their childhoods were superficially similar - both Lydia and Ash were motherless children unfairly thrust into parental roles over their younger siblings. However, the vast difference in their upbringings and environments invites interesting comparisons, most especially in how they've learned to lie to other people.<br />
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At the same time, even as Lydia's pampered upbringing is contrasted and compared, her own feelings of dissatisfaction, grief and loneliness are not invalidated just because she's wealthy.<br />
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While <i>True Pretenses</i> is not the strongest of Rose Lerner's novels when it comes to plot, it's still a refreshing, pleasantly entertaining read.<br />
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AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-23333699929583149502015-03-08T13:06:00.000-06:002015-03-08T13:06:06.289-06:00"White Cat," by Holly Black<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The Protagonist: </b>Cassel Sharpe. The only non-magical dud in a family of curse workers, he ought to be able to live a normal life.<br />
<b>The Rub: </b>His family's magic might not run in his blood, but their propensity for mischief does.<br />
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Phillip: Cassel's oldest brother. A body worker for the Zacharov crime family.<br />
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Barron: Cassel's second oldest brother, a luck worker who dated the only girl Cassel ever loved. How's that for luck?<br />
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Sam: Cassel's boarding school roommate and eventual, reluctant partner-in-crime.<br />
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Lila: The daughter of the powerful Zacharov crime family, and Cassel's best friend - and murder victim. Cassel's family was forced to hide the evidence to protect them from mob vengeance, but Cassel can't quite get her out of his mind.<br />
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<b>YA Trope Checklist:</b><br />
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<li>Unattainable Female Love Interest</li>
<li>Screwed Up Parents</li>
<li>The "Normal" Best Friend</li>
<li>Private School Angst</li>
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<b>The Word: </b>Why have I never read Holly Black before? This is obviously an unconscionable oversight, and shall be corrected immediately.</div>
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With a few deft strokes, Black creates a rich, vibrant world that is like our own, but not quite. Everyone wears gloves. People carry enchanted pieces of stone around their necks to protect them. And almost everyone at Cassel Sharpe's boarding school holds him under suspicion due to his unsavoury family connections and mysterious sleepwalking.</div>
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In this world, magic (or "working") was outlawed along with alcohol during Prohibition, and like Prohibition, outlawing magic didn't make the workers disappear - it just made them all outlaws. The world is now riddled with massive magical crime families who can make people forget things, lose at craps, or fall in love - for the right price. And God help you if you can't pay it. All it takes to work a curse is skin-to-skin contact - that's why everyone wears gloves in public.<br />
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Cassel Sharpe, our hero, goes through life haunted by three facts: 1) he comes from a family of magical criminals and con artists, 2) of that family, he is the only one with no magical talent, and 3) he is a murderer. Three years ago, he killed Lila Zacharov - his best friend, first love, and the daughter of the Zacharov crime boss. Even worse, he has no idea how or why he did it, but his worker brothers rallied around him to cover it up and protect the family from Daddy Zacharov's vengeance.<br />
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However, when he starts experiencing powerful, dangerous dreams involving a white cat demanding he remove a curse, Cassel begins to wonder if his understanding of those three basic facts - hell, of his entire <i>reality</i> - is all that it seems. But to do that, he will have to dive into the worker underworld despite having no powers of his own.<br />
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The world building in this novel is so fresh and interesting. The idea of magic users forming this immensely powerful criminal underground is fascinating and opens up so many narrative possibilities that the author takes full advantage of. Not only that, but the magic itself is cool - there are dozens of different types of workers, and each one experiences a particular type of "blowback" when they overuse their magic. Memory workers forget things, death workers develop necrosis, emotion workers lose emotional stability, that sort of thing.<br />
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The underground aspect adds a sly subtlety to our teenage hero, Cassel. Despite being magic-less, he's still inherited his family's con artistry and he has trouble trusting people without analyzing how they fit into a particular con or plot. He's intriguing but also tragic - because he trusts <i>himself</i> as little as he trusts other people. He murdered his best friend three years ago and he still has no idea why, only that there must be something in him, something hidden, that made him do it. What if it wakes up again?<br />
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I don't want to give anything more away, because half the fun of this original, addictive novel is the sense of discovery as Holly Black continually stirs more delight into this potent stew of con men, magic, lies, politics, and family drama. I've never read a full-length Holly Black novel before, but <i>White Cat</i> will not be the last. Not by a long shot.<br />
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AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-46971488351576890992015-02-28T19:20:00.000-07:002015-02-28T19:20:55.681-07:00"Three Princes," by Ramona Wheeler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The Protagonists: </b>Lord Scott Oken and Professor-Prince Mikel Mabruke. Two princes from different nations under the mighty Egyptian Empire, they are also secret agents for the Pharaoh.<br />
<b>The Rub: </b>When reports reach Egypt that the Nation of the Four Corners (the Incans) are working on rocket technology, Mikel and Scott are sent to see how viable this project is.<br />
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<b>The Word:</b> <i>Three Princes</i> is the most beautifully-written utter waste of time you'll ever read. </div>
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The characters sound diverse and interesting - Lord Scott Oken, a minor prince from the Egyptian province of Scotland, is a spy for the Pharaoh. His mentor, Professor-Prince Mikel Mabruke (from Nubia), has retired from information-mongering - but both are called back into action by the Pharoah's wife. The Incas, it appears, are working on a scientific project to travel to the moon, and Egypt wants someone trustworthy to travel to South America and see a) if it could work or b) if it could be a threat. </div>
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What follows is a dreadfully slow, narratively hollow, but gorgeously-described imaginary travelogue as Mikel and Scott slowly and cheerfully make their meandering way from Memphis to Tawantinsuyu, by way of several decadently-appointed airships. A luxurious attention to detail is lavished upon their expensive accommodations, their entertainments, the profusion of bare-breasted South American women, and the bizarre technology of airships (cyclists and trained albatrosses are involved) - and almost none on the actual plot, conflict or character development. </div>
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Wheeler stretches out a short story's worth of plot to a 350-page novel, and doesn't waste any of the precious, precious filler (like pages of description devoted to guest room furniture lovingly carved to look like naked ladies) on developing any of the characters beyond the most basic, repetitive strokes. Lord Oken likes sex with ladies. Mikel likes making witty comments to mask his inner pain. Secondary characters pop out of nowhere and make jarringly huge and sudden decisions for no reason, and with no context or development to explain the outlandish choices they make. The novel's main antagonist, for example, is present for maybe ten pages (out of <i style="font-weight: bold;">350</i>) and behaves like a Disney villain who's survived a meth lab explosion. There is no rhyme or reason to his behaviour - or to why anyone follows him or takes him seriously. </div>
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<i>Three Princes </i>is an empty, self-indulgent non-story wrapped up in beautiful writing.<br />
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AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-40625824916649436672015-02-21T13:35:00.001-07:002015-02-21T13:35:29.143-07:00December in New York, Day Four: Marc Chagall, Miracles, and Mo'PainAt 5:00 am on the morning of our final day in NYC, I was woken up by the ringing of my hotel room's phone. I picked it up, blearily thinking the hotel must be on fire, only to have a stranger with an accent start screaming at me, "Who is this? Who's calling? Who's in the room with you?" Um, hello, <i>you</i> called <i>me, </i>terrifying creeper! The fact that he kept asking, "Who's in there with you?" made me terrified I was going to be robbed (since I'd sleepily responded, "No I'm alone.").<br />
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I called the front desk, who discovered the call was internal (<i>the call was coming from inside the house!</i>), and I realized it was likely another guest who thought he was calling the room of his travelling companion. That didn't really explain why he didn't just hang up right away when he realized he'd called the wrong room - did he think I was hiding his friend in my closet? Did he think I was some one-night stand who'd picked up his friend's phone?<br />
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Tired and shaken, I later joined my mum for breakfast and explored the Bookmarks Lounge at the top of the hotel - it converted into a dimly-lit bar after 4pm but in the mornings it was light, airy and comfortable. We both regretted not exploring it earlier.<br />
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Afterward, we went for Sunday mass at St. Patrick's cathedral. That was kind of a wash - the whole cathedral, inside and out, was swathed in scaffolding and tarps for their massive renovation project. It felt like having mass in a parking garage - however, we did have the lovely consolation prize of having the mass performed by a cardinal (Cardinal Dolan, who waved to us after!). I felt strangely tense and weepy through the whole thing - again, I was going through some tough stuff that year and was not on the best terms with God. But at least Mum enjoyed it.<br />
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We returned to Madison and Vine - the Library Hotel's companion restaurant - for brunch. I had eggs benedict, and while I devoured the eggs, bacon, and hollandaise sauce, I hadn't recovered the confidence to try the English muffins. I've grown more wary of bread products over the years, which makes absolutely no sense since I've eaten bread my entire life without an allergic reaction. But anxiety doesn't really listen to logic.<br />
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After that, we took a taxi to the Jewish Museum - set in the astoundingly pretty Felix M. Warburg House - to see the Chagall exhibit. Mum is a huge fan of Marc Chagall and her enthusiasm swept me up in the artwork as well. We also explored the Art Spiegelman exhibit there - his work is exceptional, but often disturbing.<br />
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We finished off the day with a long, long, <i>very</i> long walk from Central Park to the hotel, 50 blocks of walking during which we were accosted by a would-be rapper named Mo' Pain who sold us his demo CD. I was intimidated (and as it turns out, being approached by aspiring rappers in New York is actually a <a href="http://nextshark.com/this-infographic-details-every-tourist-scam-in-the-book-so-you-can-travel-smart/" target="_blank">popular tourist scam</a>), but Mum was charmed and gave him $10. He whipped out a sharpie to sign the CD. "Who should I make it out to?"<br />
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Mum: "Meg."<br />
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Mo'Pain: "How do I spell that?"<br />
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Me: "..."<br />
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Mo'Pain: "That's a sexy-ass name!" When we admitted we were from Canada, he said he was a huge fan of Drake. Scam or not, it was at least a very memorable experience and Mum now has a CD of questionable music as a very special souvenir. We also passed by (intentionally) bloodied PETA protesters who were screaming at the customers of Bergdorf's before we finally made it back to the hotel.<br />
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We had time for a brief, relaxing cup of tea before the town car arrived to take us back to the airport. We'd reached the end of our trip, and the only exciting thing to happen afterward was when I <i>really thought</i> I saw Paul Rudd enter the first class lounge. He had rumpled hair and thick-rimmed glasses - plus he'd just hosted Saturday Night Live so he would have been in NYC at the time. It was one of those blink-and-you'll-miss it miracles that I'm still doubting myself over. <i>Did</i> I see Paul Rudd? Or was it just an extremely lucky man who looked like Paul Rudd and could afford first class?<br />
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We'll never know. Even as I write about this trip more than a year after it happened, it still seems fresh in my mind. Maybe I remember it all so well because it was a truly magical Christmas trip, at a truly magical hotel. Or maybe I remember it because I'm only recently back from my <i>second</i> trip to NYC with my mum where we stayed at the Library Hotel - another adventure I'll try and recount to you before the year is up. I promise.AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-62452608953855073412015-02-15T16:31:00.002-07:002015-02-15T16:31:18.489-07:00"The Winner's Curse," by Marie Rutkoski<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The Protagonist: </b>Kestral Trajan. The daughter of Valorian's most celebrated general, she's under extreme pressure to either marry or enlist in the military. Her life is hard.<br />
<b>The Rub: </b>But not <i>quite</i> as hard as those of the slaves she owns. <i>Awkward</i>.<br />
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<b>YA Tropes Checklist:</b><br />
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<li>Parents Who Just Don't Understand</li>
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<li>1 Airhead Best Friend</li>
<li>2 Underappreciated Musical Talents</li>
<li>1 Romantically Lacklustre Rival</li>
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<b>The Word:</b> I underestimated this novel. Blame it on the woozy, swoony prom-dress cover. Poor little blond girl in a ball gown, whatever shall you do? What love triangles shall you muck up? What doorways will you adorably trip through to be caught by the hero? This cover is terrible, no doubt about it. However, <i>The Winner's Curse</i> pulls fewer punches and hides sharper edges of commentary than I would have guessed. </div>
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AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-15202148756850532192015-02-11T21:00:00.000-07:002015-02-21T12:39:45.621-07:00December in New York, Day Three(Sorry for the lateness, I've been very lazy - I now have a <i>second</i> trip to New York with my mum to write about so I'd better hurry and catch up!)<br />
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For our third day in New York City, Mum and I started out bright and early for the Morgan Library and Museum.<br />
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For NYC-bound book lovers, the Morgan Library is not to be missed, because, well, it's a fancy mansion filled with zillions of books! Piermont Morgan was a fanatical book collector and his massive library was on full display, along with exhibitions on Edgar Allen Poe (including some of his original notes), Charles Dickens (we spotted the original manuscript copy of <i>A Christmas Carol</i>), clay Sumerian seals (a surprise exhibit that utterly enchanted my mum), and Queen Elizabeth I's letters.<br />
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The main library was absolutely breathtaking - three stories of leather-bound books stretching to the exquisitely-painted ceiling in tightly-packed shelves protected by iron grates, interspersed with stained glass windows and an enormous tapestry, and well-lit displays of rare illuminated manuscripts and jewelled Bibles. This museum was all about the power of books and authors and the devotion of those who love them. Is there anything more powerful than reading a sentence that was hand-inked by a monk half a millennium ago?<br />
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A true reader's paradise. And that's not even mentioning the gift shop! Once we were finally able to pry ourselves away from all that literary luxury, we dined at the Morgan Library's top-notch cafe - where the ham and cheese sandwiches came on fresh-baked brioche with hot mustard aioli. New York museums don't mess around with the grub.<br />
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After the Morgan, we wandered down to Rockefeller Center to see it in daylight. The streets were so massively crowded the police had to set up barriers around the sidewalks just to prevent people from being accidentally pushed out into the street. The area around the Christmas tree and the skating rink resembled a turned-over anthill.<br />
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We made a few aborted attempts to shop in the area but were scared off by the savage crowds at Michael Kors and the dead, glassy eyes of parents entering their second hour waiting in line to get into the American Girl store. Instead, we skipped back down to some quieter side streets, where we found a nice, quite Coach whose flock of bored, nattily-dressed attendants were all too eager to wait upon us. Mum bought me a pair of presents there, under the promise that I not open them until Christmas morning.<br />
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We returned to the hotel after that, far too exhausted to even contemplate finding an appropriate restaurant for dinner. We stayed in, instead, and snacked on celery, cheese, and Prosecco at the Reading Room before heading off to our second Broadway show: <i>Kinky Boots</i>.<br />
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Billy Porter was astounding in the lead role - charismatic, gorgeous, confident in heels with a killer voice to round out the whole package. The other drag queens were equally talented. Mum was convinced some of them were women dressed as drag queens, until she read the playbill and discovered they were all named Trevor and Kevin. It takes major cahones to perform a jumping split in a string bikini in front of a live audience without damaging yours. Less good was the rather milquetoast while male protagonist who got a few too many solos about how unsatisfying his life is. The biggest surprise of the night came when Mum bought me a soundtrack and it turned out to be signed by Cyndi Lauper herself!<br />
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After the show, we shared cocktails in the dim Bookmarks Lounge at the top of the Library Hotel. Three days down, one more to go!AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348815.post-12391845118749528812015-01-02T10:21:00.000-07:002015-01-02T10:21:39.610-07:00Reread Book and Film Review: "A Little Princess," by Frances Hodgson Burnett<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For my last reread pick, I went with a book from my childhood - <i>A Little Princess</i>, by Frances Hodgson Burnett.<br />
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While I remember enjoying it at the time, I always loved <i>The Secret Garden</i> more. This was for a number of reasons. First, <i>Garden</i> was pretty much <i>Jane Eyre</i> for kids and I was all over that. Think about it - the moors, the orphaned narrator, the dark angsty lord of the manor, secret damaged relatives locked away somewhere in the house. Also, <i>Garden</i> inspired an o<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Secret_Garden_(musical)" target="_blank">bscure Mandy Patinkin musical</a> with an absolutely mesmerizing soundtrack which strengthened my devotion still more.<br />
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Finally, even as a young adult I recognized that <i>Garden</i>'s Mary had more of a definite character arc than <i>Princess'</i> Sara. Mary starts her book as a pampered brat, then grows to appreciate the environment and the people around her. Sara, meanwhile, is a preternaturally kind, thoughtful, and compassionate child and, well, remains one throughout the book. At the time, I thought she was a little bit dull, even as the story itself was deliciously melodramatic and interesting.<br />
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However, reading it again as an adult gave me a little more insight. In case you're not familiar - <i>A Little Princess</i> is the story of Sara Crewe, a little girl adored and cosseted by her rich, silly father who sends her to school in England where she is further adored and cosseted by the headmistress, Miss Minchin. However, when her father abruptly dies after losing his fortune, Miss Minchin shows her true colours and forces the now-penniless Sara to work as a servant alongside Becky, the school's mistreated scullery maid.<br />
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If <i>Secret Garden</i> was <i>Jane Eyre</i> for kids, then <i>Little Princess</i> is the Book of Job. The book is not so much about how her character changes, but how her character endures in the face of hardship. Despite an extremely pampered upbringing, Sara isn't spoiled or unkind. She's always thinking of others and using her imagination to solve problems - she still does this when she's forced to live in an attic, with little to eat and under constant derision from almost everyone at the school, but <i>it's just so much more difficult</i>. Some of these scenes, even for me as an adult, were legitimately heartbreaking. In a lot of ways, Sara reminded me of Anne Shirley (of <i>Green Gables</i>) - another youngster who used her brilliant brain to escape a loveless initial upbringing.<br />
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As much as I adore narratives about flawed characters redeeming themselves, I think I've underestimated stories of Genuinely Good People who struggle to maintain that goodness despite dire obstacles.<br />
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<i>A Little Princess</i> also shines a pretty bright and painful light on privilege. A lot of this comes from Sara's friends Lottie and Ermengarde who attempt to maintain their friendship with Sara after her fall from grace. Most of their interactions end with Sara using her imagination and willpower to pretend her situation is better off than it is in order to make her friends feel more comfortable about her change in circumstances.<br />
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As often as I tried to remind myself that these two were upperclass children with no frame of reference for poverty, some of their interactions with Sara were excruciatingly awkward to read. In one scene, Ermengarde sighs that she <i>wishes</i> she was as thin as Sara - her starved orphan attic-dwelling bestie. Yeah, that's awful, but it's kind of the point - FHB points out how even the most well-meaning wealthy person can be utterly oblivious to the suffering of others.<br />
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Of course, with all that <i>realness</i>, there's also a fair about of delightful fantasy and melodrama - loving descriptions of expensive doll clothing, diamond mines, bad investments, intuitive Indian manservants, and mischievous monkey sidekicks. Reading it felt like eating my cake and my vegetables at the same time.<br />
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Once I finished the novel, there was really nothing else to do but watch the 1995 film adaptation, directed by Alfonso Cuaron (better known for his work on <i>Gravity, Children of Men</i>, and <i>Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban</i>).<br />
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There are a lot of things this film does right - the sumptuous visuals, the creative cinematography, and the gorgeous music, to name a few. The actress who plays Miss Minchin is flawlessly cast (Eleanor Bron), and you might recognize Sara Crewe's father as Sir Davos from <i>Game of Thrones</i> (Liam Cunningham).<br />
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While I was irked at them moving the setting from England to America (and from 1888 to 1914), some of the changes added interesting layers - particularly the casting of scullery maid Becky as African-American. That added an extra visual and contextual <i>oomph</i> to just how Becky was the lowest of the low in the school's social hierarchy.<br />
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That being said, all this goodness melts away the moment the actress playing Sara (Liesel Matthews) opens her mouth. Oy. While the visuals and the music for this movie are beyond compare, the acting and dialogue are laughably ham-handed, a stampeding bull of overacting through the exquisite china shop of FHB's original story. The underage acting in this movie is just awful.<br />
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The film's biggest deviation from the source material lies in the ending (mild spoilers). In the novel, Sara's father dies of a brain fever after learning he's been ruined. It's his guilt-ridden business partner who tracks Sara down and rescues her from drudgery to atone for fooling around with her father's money. In the movie, Sara's father is still alive - albeit mustard-gassed into amnesia. He conveniently recovers his memories in time to save her from the police (long story).<br />
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Unlike many others, I didn't take issue with this change. Both endings are equally, outrageously melodramatic - plus the film avoids the vaguely classist ending of the novel by having the Crewes adopt Becky. In the book, Becky remains a servant - albeit Sara's better paid, better fed servant. Appropriate to the politics of the time in which the novel was written, FHB always maintained a boundary between the torments of Sara (an upperclass girl forced into a servant's position) and Becky (a member of the servant class in her natural sphere who simply has the misfortune of a cruel employer).<br />
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The only real beef I have with the film (other than the acting), is the fate of the horrid Miss Minchin. The film takes an outlandishly childish and nonsensical turn with her cosmic punishment, showing us that this educated, well-connected woman of means has been reduced to a chimney sweep's assistant in a matter of a few weeks. A fate which makes absolutely no damn sense. If you really want to see Miss Minchin suffer, read the book, in which her humiliation is far more realistic, far more searingly personal, and thus much more delicious.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">A+</span></b>AnimeJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18229748454410488167noreply@blogger.com2