Wednesday, 30 June 2010

The Windup Girl - Paulo Bacigalupi

Paulo Bacigalupi doesn’t allow his characters much joy in his debut novel, 'The Windup Girl'. None of the men, women or technological creations that populate his dystopian version of Thailand enjoy any sense of stability and any advantage they may benefit from is quickly lost. ‘The Windup Girl’ may sound like a bleak vision of the future and it is for the characters who live in it, but Bacigalupi’s world is a gothic treat for readers, as he has created an intoxicating dystopian environment where the fresh shoots of growth contrast with the ruinous magnificence of decay to produce a world of deconstructed beauty.

Anderson Lake, is a calorie man sent to find out how Thailand continues to support its population. ‘The Windup Girl’ is situated in a time when scientists attempts to genetically modify food has resulted in a world where plagues of insects and diseases make much food inedible. Most of the safe food is created by Midwest scientific powers, which control the supplies of food to other countries. Thailand continues to produce its own food, which limits the power of the Midwest suppliers and offers them the chance to steal new plant species from Thailand. Anderson suspects a Midwest scientist called Gibson has defected to Thailand and has come to get his employers access to the seed banks Gibson has created.

As Anderson lives in a world where excessive genetic modification has killed off naturally grown food, ‘The Windup Girl’ follows the pattern of many dystopian novels, by characterising the use of technology as bad and worships nature as good. The entire premise of the novel is that excessive use of technology has impoverished human society and there are many passages where characters think about the natural plant life that has been lost with an angry kind of nostalgia, for example Anderson thinks:

‘He can usually ignore the foolish confidence of the past-the waste, the arrogance, the absurd wealth-but this one irritates him: the fat flesh hanging off the farang, the astonishing abundance of calories that are so obviously secondary to the color, and attractiveness of a market that has thirty varieties of fruit: mangosteens, pineapples, coconuts, certainly…but there are no oranges now. None of these…these…dragonfruits, none of these pomelos, none of these yellow things…lemons. None of them. So many of these things are simple gone.’.

Most significantly the bo tree, which is prized as Buddhist’s as a religious symbol, has become extinct and the dead trees that lie around Bangkok force all the characters to reflect on what they have lost despite the technological advances they have made. When Anderson encounters a new fruit called ngaw, in the markets of Bangkok he thinks about his discovery in a reverential way, showing that new, edible plant life is the highest prize in this new world:

‘Sun pours down. Shoppers jostle and bargain, but nothing touches him. He rolls the ngaw around in his mouth, eyes closed, tasting the past, savouring the time when this fruit must have flourished, before cibiscosis and Nippon genehack weevil and blister rust and scabis mould razed the landscape.

Under the hammer heat of the tropic sun, surrounded by the groan of water buffalo and the cry of dying chickens, he is one with paradise. If he were a Grahamite, he would fall to his knees and give ecstatic thanks for the flavour of Eden’s return.

Anderson spits the black pit into his hand, smiling. He has read travelogues of history’s botanists and explorers, the men and women who pierced the deepest jungle wilderness of the earth in search of new species – and yet their discoveries cannot compare to this single fruit.

Those people all sought discoveries. He has found resurrection.’ .

Except, the ngaw has been engineered just like all the food in Anderson’s world. The new growth that he sees around him is created by the same technology that mutated and killed many of humanity’s original food sources. The only differences between the technology that grows the ngaw and the flawed technology that came before it is that technological knowledge has evolved and the people who use the technology, like Gibson, are more skilled. It is not the technology itself that Bacigalupi criticises, as a threat to nature. He shows that he finds people who shun technology unreasonable, by including a radical sect called the Grahamites who vaguely resemble Luddites and fundamentalist Christians. It is the way humans use technology that he criticises, aligning himself with hundreds of sci-fi authors who worry about the flawed, human element that inevitably accompanies technological expansion.

Authors of dystopian fiction and sci-fi commonly go on to develop their fears into a warning to the reader about the perils of mixing humanity with technology, by making sure that their characters best attempts are frustrated and they come to terrible ends. Bacigalupi contains seeds of this kind of warning, as his book contains many different characters who scheme to gain a bit of security and power, only to see their plans go up in smoke (literally in many cases). Some characters are punished for their sins, but the extremely good die, the evil survive and some of the schemers make it out alive. Although characters do often spout Bacigalupi’s own ideas on ethics, economy and trade ‘The Windup Girl’ does not operate primarily as a didactic warning to the world. Instead the majority of the book feels like a pure exercise in fiction and an exploration of where certain choices might take the characters and plot.

Ultimately it feels like Bacigalupi is curious to see what logical series of events would follow the scenario he has set up. This curiosity is reflected in a major theme of ‘The Windup Girl’; the idea of technological change as a form of forced evolution. One of the most interesting new developments in Thailand’s natural world is the appearance of cheshires, a super cat that can change colour to match its environment and appear from nowhere. The cheshires, many of the characters agree, where made too well. Their superior hunting skills means they kill off many species and makes them too advanced for regular cats to compete with. The cheshires are a study in the positives and negatives of technological evolution. Such an evolution is attractive because humanity values the advancement of knowledge, but once these technological advances are created they may supplant the natural world and chase humanity to extinction.

Bacigalupi also seems to wonder if technological evolution can be stopped, once it is started. He bravely imagines how far humans can advance technology before it renders them obsolete and in the end, briefly wonders if extinction would be as troubling for the general world as it would be for humanity. He poses these questions in a really interesting way by giving technology a near human form, in Kiko the windup girl of the title. Kiko, is part of a group called New People who were engineered in Japan and genetically designed to serve people. They were created after the cheshires and so were made with deliberate flaws. The flaws, like smaller pores and an inability to reproduce, stop them from performing so well that they wipe out humanity. These flaws are humanity’s attempt to control technology, while continuing to advance invention. The seemingly natural consequences of this attempt play out throughout the book as Kiko changes from a woman hobbled by these flaws, sure she is meant to be subservient, to a character who comes to understand how great her power is. Towards the end of the book we see that humanity and its old systems may be falling away, but evolution still continues on Earth with Kiko, other windups and any humans who can adapt, like Anderson’s factory manager Hock Seng. Perhaps it is in this conclusion that Bacigalupi finally succumbs and signals a life message for humanity; adapt and survive alongside our world’s evolution, or refuse and die. Doesn’t that seem like a fitting message for a science fiction author to hand out?

I really enjoyed ‘The Windup Girl’. I haven’t talked about the characters, because there are so many of them and it would take some time, but I found each main character distinct and interesting and they wended their way through the choices they made and the consequences these choices brought, rather like each character was involved in a ‘Make your own adventure’ book. ‘The Windup Girl’ is a very cool book, built out of image rich prose that evokes a hot and lively environment, that mixes the ancient and the modern into a Bangkok that struggles between growth and destruction. I could almost feel the atmosphere of the world rising like steam off the pages in passages like:

‘Street vendors extend arms draped with garlands of marigolds for temple offerings and hold up glinting amulets of revered monks to protect against everything from infertility to scabis mold. Food carts smoke and hiss with the scents of frying oil and fermented fish while around the ankles of their customers, the flicker-shimmer shapes of cheshires twine, yowling and hoping for scraps.

Overhead, the towers of Bangkok’s old Expansion loom, robed in vines and mold, windows long blown out, great bones picked clean. Without air conditioning or elevators to make them habitable, they stand and blister in the sun. The black smoke of illegal fires wafts from their pores, marking where Malayan refugees hurriedly scald chapattis and boil kopi before the white shirts can storm the sweltering heights and beat them for their infringements.’

Like the Booksmugglers I wanted a little bit more scientific explanation and I don’t really understand why book is being classified as steampunk, unless it’s the juxtaposition of general old and new technologies that make it part of the steampunk genre, but I don’t really care about classifications.

Now I’m about to go into some pretty nitpicky analysis that might make it sound like the book was a bit more of a mixed bag for me than it actually was. The problems I’m going to talk about are once again due to cultural glut and a lack of diversity, similar to those I mentioned in my review of ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’. They are not about this book, they are about the publishing mix that it feeds into.

I spent a lot of Paulo Bacigalupi’s ‘The Windup Girl’ asking myself the question ‘What if ‘The Windup Girl’ was ‘The Windup Guy?’. Maybe that’s nonsense, because it’s an undeniable fact that Kiko is female and by asking ‘What if?’ I’m no longer talking about ‘The Windup Girl’ that actually exists, but about the way I might like to have seen the book written.

Still, during all those scenes where a woman sexually abuses Kiko, the windup girl, for the pleasure of brothel patrons and during all those scenes where Kiko must obey men because wind ups are genetically modified to serve I kept wondering ‘Why couldn’t Kiko have been a windup guy? Why is it always women taking the sexual beat downs from men and from women, no matter what their sexual orientation? Would the dynamics between Kiko and the world have to change if she were a guy? (my conclusion: no, the same story could be told with a man in her role). Would it have been changed anyway?’ (my conclusion: probably) And most interesting to me ‘Even though windups are extremely rare in Thailand why don’t we see a male wind up, or hear Kiko mention male windups explicitly?’. She has lots of memories of windups training together as children, but in these memories the other windup’s genders are not specified.

You can go off in all sorts of crazy directions once you start questioning why a character is depicted the way they are (Why isn’t Kiko a pink racoon?). I don’t mean to offer these questions up as a criticism of the book, more as jumping off points for further discussion about the possibilities of subverting the norm of fiction.

Perhaps Hayden Thorne’s recent post at ‘The Naughty Book Kitties’ will help illustrate what I mean. She looked at examples of anime that she likes and considered the possibilities for placing gay or lesbian characters into anime series. I don’t think Thorne was aiming to criticise the works as they stand, she was just pointing out that making characters in these works gay or lesbian could have opened up new possibilities for a story (as could any different choice of characters) or alternatively could have been done very easily without changing the story. By talking about how easily characters sexuality could be changed, she points out how it isn’t essential to the stories of these series for all the characters in them to be straight. In the same way I’m saying I don’t think that everyone who gets sexually abused in novels needs to be a woman, for story purposes. Maybe I’m talking about other variants of that statement: every woman who finds herself in a dystopian world doesn’t need to get sexually abused, every time an author creates a new life form that is low status and so has the potential to find itself in a position of little power where it might be sexually abused they don’t need to represent that life form through a female character... That last one is a bit iffy because in some cases authors are trying to make a point about women and power, but that illustrates what I mean when I say we need diversity and flexible approaches in fiction. My way is not the only way, but neither is the dominant cultural way the only way.

I guess what my questions really boil down to is that I think Bacigalupi makes some pretty standard choices when it comes to Kiko, which stick out because the rest of ‘The Windup Girl’ is so inventive. Bacigalupi often subverts the dominant fictional focus on male, white, straight and Western. His whole novel is set in Thailand, his Thai characters get to be main characters, with their own dedicated narrative sections and there’s a complex secondary character who just happens to be a lesbian, who later rises to extreme power. Then when it comes to Kiko, it feels like Bacigalupi travels a familiar, worn out route.

Still a strong debut novel and here's to 'Ship Breaker' being even better.

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I’m back! I was in London seeing Macbeth at The Globe, The Tower of London and unexpectedly the London roller derby team trying to go down Tower Bridge’s underpass stairs on roller skates. That made me realise there must be roller derby in the UK and what do you know there are three roller derby teams in Birmingham, with two just recruiting in Wolverhampton and Stratford. That means I’ll be able to see roller derby matches this year hopefully (must convince friends to go).

Sadly we did not see the
elephant parade as planned, because it seems they’d moved the street herds to Chelsea hospital on 19th. We did walk a loooong way looking for them, only to check the website on my phone when we got back and find they had moved. Now admittedly maybe we should have paid more attention to the sidebar dates before we left for London, but I still don’t think their website is very easy to use, or especially clear. The main elephant website is much better. So no elephants for us, I’ll just have to wait until the miniature elephants that I ordered for friends birthdays turn up.

Just a few quick bits of news:

NerdsHeartYA’s first round is over. Make sure to read all the first round reviews and
decisions.

The Terry Pratchett world cup is officially battier than the football (damn Portugal for losing to Spain, severely harming my chance of winning the quite substantial works sweep – come on Brazil). Who the hell has voted ‘Night Watch’ into the semis instead of ‘Reaper Man’?

Since I’ve read all but one of the novels that won the
Locus awards and the novella I think I can officially start calling myself a sci-fi fan again, instead of just mumbling about books I read years ago. Yay!

This week is
LGBT week until 4th July over at In The Forest. I’m reading ‘Down to the Bone’ by Mayra Lazara Dole for it, but have no idea if I’ll have time to review it before the week ends so just know I’m here reading it. It is alternately crazy good and uber-annoying, but I wonder if I would find the annoying bits bad if I were a lesbian teen, just about to come out? And that makes me marvel at the books that tread that hard line between educating young people on the culture they want to identify with, because that culture still isn’t represented enough in the main stream for teens to just know things, without making the teaching aspect so obvious that it disturbs a fantastic story. And it makes me feel pretty sympathetic towards books that don’t integrate the teaching aspect of their books as well as they could have, but at the same time it doesn’t make for such a pleasant reading experience.

If you want some recommendations for LGBT reading week here are a good strong five reads:

‘Regeneration’ – Pat Barker (adult - historical fiction)
‘Out of the Pocket’ – Bill Konigsberg (YA - sporting)
‘Empress of the World’ – Sara Ryan (YA - family drama and romance)
‘What They Always Tell Us’ – Martin Wilson (YA – family drama, sporting and romance)
‘Oranges are Not the Only Fruit’ – Jeanette Winterson (adult - family drama and romance)

Right reviews now and then off to an away day with work colleagues, haircut (needed so much), desperate last minute shopping for Latitude (wellies just in case, new flip flops...) and a night out. Is anyone else finding this summer especially busy?

Thursday, 24 June 2010

Her Cup of Tea She Would Admit to No One

It is only four weeks to Latitude (not freaking out or anything about where our tickets are at all - *twitches*)! I just found out China Melville will be in the lit tent, which means ‘The City and The City’ got bumped way up my reading list. I was already looking forward to seeing Jon McGregor, whose book ‘If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things’ was literary perfection if you ask me. And what an unexpected treat to possibly be able to catch Anthony Cartwright, who is a West Midlands author, published by Birmingham’s Tindal Press. Other than that the lit program looks a little devoid of interest for me (Sebastian Faulks has pushed his luck with me too often and I’m not initiated into the Bret Easton Ellis cult).

It would be fab to see Wendy Cope in the poetry arena. I have a feeling this might be the poetry equivalent of seeing Alanis Morrisette – a bunch of women totally getting it and smiling at each other, while the men bimble around saying they’ve never heard of ‘Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis’/ 'Jagged Little Pill’. Oh please Wendy read ‘He Tells Her’, it would make my year.


But I am most excited about bands! Live bands! And because this festival is a bit of a folksy affair, bands with women in them! Even women singing on their own (and not being Lilly Allen, that part is important)! Alright, that is enough exclamation marks (for now).

Friday I will be in girl crush heaven, when we see Florence and the Machine headline (valentina prepare yourself for me coming back and sending incoherent tweets about how cool they are, because you’ve also seen them). Saturday brings a rare performance in Britain from Belle and Sebastian which I could not be more excited about (they are going to play ‘If You’re Feeling Sinister’, I feel it in my bones). And Sunday is headlined by Vampire Weekend, who I have been turned onto by about a million people saying they are way jealous we will be seeing them.

What I am most excited about when it comes to ‘Latitude’ is that unlike ‘V-Festival’ it is full of bands that I have either never heard of, or have heard about but haven’t listened to much. New music! I’ve been kind of cut off from music for a while now. I love guitar bands, country, pop punk and a bit of metal, with a few hairbands mixed in, but eh , these kinds of music are not always so good for the mental state of people trying to work their way through life, the universe and romantic realism. Folk is not always trying to explain the merits of love to me which is awesome, but you have to be prepared to slap down the cash for bands you know nothing about because good folk bands (The Feeling need not apply, I have seen them play and they have four original songs at best before they get to cover material) don’t fill out the mainstream. That means they don’t get a lot of radio play and a lot of them lock down their music on Last FM and such. It’s really been old favourites and new albums from old reliables for the past twelve months. Occasionally I branched out, but mostly with established bands who I’d heard enough of to know their words weren’t going to make me enter the never ending cycle of ‘why am I romantically unpaired/wouldn’t it be good if I met someone tonight/let me make a bad decision right now’ thought processes (‘Elbow’, ‘Biffy Clyro’ and of course ‘Florence and the Machine’). I have a very emotional relationship with music, which I'm sure is how lots of people relate to music (if you've ever had to kick a favourite cd off your 'listen everyday pile' because you need distance from the time it reminds you of then we should be friends) and sometimes it means I need silence, but now I am ready for new music to fill my life again.

Now, I sort of have an excuse to buy folkish type cds so that I can sample which other artists I might like to see at ‘Latitude’. Cds are ridiculously cheap now, who knew? After a bit of Last FM listening I picked up this shiny little haul and am listening my way through it (usually I'd link all these up but I am lazy and you can find them all at the Latitude website):

‘Alas I Cannot Swim’ – Laura Marling: It really only took one song for me to know this was my type of music. Any woman who sings ‘I’ve sold my soul to Jesus/ And since then I’ve had no fun’ can take all my money. Heard the whole album last night and different parts of it fit in with the sounds of Florence, Amy Macdonald, Katie Tunstal and Sharleen Spitera, all of whom I lurve. Ordered the new album ‘I Speak Because I Can’ yesterday.

‘Sigh No More’ – Mumford and Sons: Heard them on the radio a lot and decided I need their whole album before we see them play. Deliberately seeking out the beauty of decay goes a long way with me, all the way to the internet cash register it seems.

‘Tigermilk’ – Belle and Sebastian: For some reason I’ve never picked up their first album, but I never really need a great excuse to get more albums by this band (and then maybe after ‘If You’re Feeling Sinister’ they could play ‘Seeing Other People’ and ‘The Boy With the Arab Strap’ and...).

‘Mind Chaos’ – Hockey: This album really surprised me, because the majority of it is less obviously jump around music than the singles they’ve released. A nice mix of guitar band, indie pop and something a little bit quieter.

‘A Book Like This’ - Angus and Julia Stone: Carl really likes them and I can see why after listening to a few songs. Sometimes quite conventional lyrics, but sometimes very much not and the whole combination of music, effects and lyrics works out beautiful over this album. Their videos can be incredible too.

‘The Pains of Being Pure at Heart’ - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart: Total random decision, which invokes my college days when I worked a part time shop job and blew my little wage on trying out new artists.

‘Give Me Fiction’ – Spoon: Second impulse buy based on a few snatches of song because all their songs are locked down, but they have the best track names ever and I trust in track names.


‘Peaceful The World Lays Me Down’ - Noah and the Whale: I understand this band is a big deal in the US, but I don’t think they ever quite broke through here (just one single on the radio that I can remember). But there’s something about them that appeals very strongly to me.

‘Contra’ - Vampire Weekend: You can listen to almost their entire back catalogue for free at Last FM (although there are some poor quality live tracks in there) and I did. I really liked the variety of their sound and realised how many songs I’d heard on the radio, so I bought their second album. And that’s how free content stimulates sales non-believers.

Also very excited to see ‘Temper Trap’, ‘The Coral’, ‘The Cads’ and possibly ‘The Horrors’ (I don’t know will they be too hip to be listened to, or will they be rocking?). How much will we physically be able to squeeze in, as we have to get comedy in too (be kind to us schedule) and all the different things my friend will want to see should make this an big barrel of festival fun.

In between then and now there is really no break in the weekend activities (gah and when will I have time to see the wonderful awfulness of Eclipse?).

Then after the festival things only get marginally less fun and busy until after my holiday in Croatia with friends. The busy fun kicks off with my annual weekend away with my mum, starting this afternoon, so I won’t have internet until Tuesday. If anyone has any NerdsHeartYA questions I’ll point you at the
other awesome organisers. I’ll see you all when I get back and I'll have reviews of 'The Windup Girl' (like with qualifications), 'The Devil's Music' (very strong debut) and 'Reservation Blues' (really good, different and made me smile and gasp alternately). Have a lovely weekend and please feel free to slap down some more music recommendations for me while I’m gone.

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

The Rules for Hearts - Sara Ryan

‘The Rules for Hearts’ returns to follow Battle Hall Davies, one of the three heroines from Sara Ryan’s first book 'Empress of the World’. Battle is now eighteen and has gone to spend the summer living with her brother Nick, before she goes to college. Battle wants to reconnect with the brother she lost for four years, but Nick is hardly around and instead she finds herself spending more time with Nick’s ex Meryl, who Battle finds very attractive and his boyfriend Charles. These two also live with Nick at Forest House, along with a small group of theatre people. When their landlady, Aurora, announces that her theatre company will be putting on a production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ Battle decides to audition so she can spend more time with her brother. And if it means more time with the Meryl then that’s all to the good as well.

I started reading ‘The Rules for Hearts’ assuming that if I liked Ryan’s first book I was sure to like the sequel, but it seems that Sara Ryan is an authors who likes to do something slightly different with every book. ‘The Rules for Hearts’ is almost diametrically opposed to ‘Empress of the World’: in ‘Empress’ the characters can be sarcastic but are ultimately supportive, whereas in ‘Hearts’ many of the characters seem incapable of offering simple kindness and do not form connections easily; the romantic storyline in ‘Empress’ is about Nic and Battle discovering their sexuality, while ‘Hearts’ is about how Battle forms relationships once she’s sure of her sexual identity; ‘Empress’ is a light, fun book, ‘Hearts’ is largely bittersweet; ‘Empress’ is narrated by the extremely vocal, self-aware Nic, ‘Hearts’ narrator is Battle the girl who thinks ‘words don’t work’.

Having enjoyed ‘Empress of the World’ for its cheerfulness and it’s positive, female friendships there were times when I found the atmosphere in ‘The Rules for Hearts’ a little bit too hostile for me to enjoy. Battle arrives at Forest house, which is populated by people who perpetuate a free and easy bohemian attitude. For several of the characters this attitude hides the turmoil they can’t conquer. The community is split between people like Aurora, Henry and Robert who are true to themselves even when their attitudes are unfashionable and Meryl and Charles who feel the need to hide their confusion and must create more confusion around them so they can feel more grown up than others. Nick, whose personality mixes bohemian, disinterestedness, confusion and truth with a unhealthy glug of self-interest isn’t a welcoming presence for Battle or the reader. It’s this mix of confusion and cynical control that emanates from the twenty something characters that I found a bit alienating. Meryl, who seems determined to prove that she knows Battle’s limitations better than Battle does, felt particularly spiky to me and when you compare her with the devoted Nic, she is rather unlikeable.

About fifty pages in I realised I had to get over comparing the two books so closely. They may be vastly different, but their differences don’t indicate that one book is weaker, the differences just show that these are two distinct books. Yes, I loved the positivity of ‘Empress of the World’, but some of my favourite exchanges come from the complicated, negative emotional play between Battle and Meryl:

‘Meryl moves even closer. She stubs out her cigarette and tosses it into an empty flowerpot. Then she uses her index finger to trace a line from my cheekbone to my chin.

“You’re pretty memorable.”

I slap her hand away. “Stop it.”

“What?”

“Just stop it. It’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

“You were going to kiss me again.”

Meryl looks away. “How do you know what I was going to do?”

You had that look. And you know, it would’ve been fine. I would’ve liked it. But guess what? In an hour, or a day, or a week you’d say, ‘Oh, no, sorry, you’re going to make a big deal out of this, you’re not going to be able to handle it.’ I’m tired of it. You just go back inside. I’ll stay out here with my dog. Who isn’t mine.” ' .

Sara Ryan deploys her talent for writing sharp dialogue and character insight, but uses it to direct ‘The Rules for Hearts’ in a different direction as she explores the added complexity of relationships in adulthood – the extra hang-ups we’ve accumulated because we’ve been alive for more years. It’s a book full of difficult, honest emotions and it often looks quickly yet frankly at the coexistence of conflicting emotions. When Meryl says ‘ “I don’t always want things to turn into sex…But I don’t know what to do when they don’t.” ' it reminded me how important imperfect characters like Meryl can be, even if I may not always like them; often they speak uncomfortable truths.

Battle slots in between the two groups in the house. She’s always true to herself and kind even if other people don’t understand her motivations, but she is easily confused by others chaotic attempts at gaining dominance over her. It was so interesting to get inside Battle’s head and learn a little more about her, after only seeing her through Nic’s eyes in ‘Empress of the World’. Battle is an interesting new kind of voice because she’s intelligent and articulate, but she is also intensely private so she often rejects the opportunity to have a conversation and she doesn’t minutely examine everyone’s actions. She seems like an interesting variant on the narrator who isn’t introspective and articulate that Nymeth mentioned in her review of ‘Dark Dude’. I think that Ryan makes Battle’s first person narrative distinct from Nic’s narrative in ‘Empress of the World’ by remembering that even though Battle will inevitably share more with the reader through a direct narrative, she still wouldn’t analyse events in detail in her own mind.

After two short novels I can say I’m a big fan of Ryan’s personal style and philosophy. All the quirkiness she deliberately filled her first novel with appears in the sequel. Battle has a date at the gun range. The group organise a last minute, costumed wedding. There are other easy scenes that express a certain transformation of how these episodes might generally be written, without being especially eccentric. I love with the way Ryan thinks about how the standard world works, transforms it, but then manages to make the creative oddness of situations seem as if it would naturally occur.

I also like the ideas that Ryan wants to express through her novel. Whether she’s showing that connections don’t have to be dropped just because a romantic relationship ends (and maybe one day I’ll grow up and emulate this idea), or how easy (and how limiting) it is to label people with assumptions. On the other hand I like that she doesn’t make her book idealistic, providing counterbalance to Aurora’s healthy relationship with her ex Henry who officiates at her wedding with Nick’s depressing pursuit of an open relationship when Charles isn’t comfortable sharing his boyfriend with women.

One of the best things about ‘The Rules of Hearts’ is that it’s a different kind of GLBT young adult book. It’s not a coming out story and although there’s a romance, it’s really concerned with family ties and the everyday exploration teenagers indulge in once they’re away from their parents. I haven’t talked about that aspect at all, but I’ve been going for long enough so I’ll just say this is key to the novel and while this strand of the plot feels slightly fumbled at the end it’s mostly integrated well with the other plot strands.

If anything in ‘The Rules for Hearts’ is not quite right it’s the headings of acts and scenes that are used to structure the novel. They tie in with the idea of the characters putting on a play, but I couldn’t see any real reason for structuring the novel this way and the idea of scenes wasn’t integrated in any meaningful way into the way the story evolved, so it seemed gimmicky. Oh and the dog, is there any real reason for the inclusion of ‘Lucky’ in the story, except to remind us that Battle likes dogs? Yep that’s it on negatives, but clearly I have a quickly established fan girl relationship with this author and her books so please do look elsewhere for more thoughtful analysis of the book’s weaknesses.

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Monday, 21 June 2010

Today's letter is the letter 'S'

Speedway

Lots of speedway have been cancelled this week because the organisers don’t think they can compete with the group stages of the World Cup. I find it a little sad that other sports have to make way for the football obsession and that they don’t get the same kind of support (financial or otherwise). Still the speedway Grand Prix series forged ahead (for once being on Sky is a good thing). It was nice to see the motor sport worlds come together this weekend, when Mark Webber turned up at the Polish Grand Prix last weekend, supporting his friend, current Speedway World Champion Jason Crump.

Only three weeks until and my dad are at the British Grand Prix in Cardiff! And yes we are following in the footsteps of all those English people who continue to be confident that England will pull of a shock win in the football. Hoping (probably a little unrealistically) for a
British win at Cardiff again and looking forward to some great racing.

Serious decisions

If you like having opinions about the strange results this World Cup seems to be throwing up, how would you like some more odd tournament decisions to discuss? There’s a
Terry Pratchett World Cup running right now to decide which of his Discworld novels is the best ever and the results so far are...interesting (read not what I would have picked AT ALL!). The contest has reached the quarter final stages and there’s still time for you to vote on what makes it through to the semis.

And have you heard Terry Pratchett is going to be
returning to sci-fi for his next novel? Not sure how I feel about that as Strata is the only one of his books that I didn’t like, but always happy to give his books a try.

Singledom and Books

Occasionally times in single land are not so good, readers. Yes, sometimes being single means wondrous fun involving beery nights organised at the drop of a hat (there has been a lot of hat dropping recently) , but sometimes it mean doubts and fears about whether you are making the right choices in life. Now in times of trouble I usually, among other things, immerse myself in a good book that doesn’t speak to my exact troubles, but it seems that books and romantic troubles almost always come into conflict.

Every freaking novel of every genre now seems to contain a happy love story, or a tragic love story where hope reappears at the end, or a moral about how romantic love is what matters and how you’ll never really live if you don’t find it. I know that some single people like and need these kind of stories when they feel down and out in single land, because they provide the comforting idea that romance is just around the corner. I am not one of those people. I adore love stories in books during my general, stable state, but when I begin to doubt how my single life is going I need to be as far away from romance as possible.

So I’m not saying ‘Kill All Romance Because Sometimes it Makes Me Feel A Bit Bad’ or anything drastic like that, but I am adding another line to my diversity rally call. Perhaps when authors sit down to write their next book they could think about single girls who stay single and how they occasionally need a book where they can see themselves reflected.

Does anyone know of any good novels about single women who do not find themselves miraculously swept away into a love affair? It would be preferable if they didn’t die, or go crazy and it would be nice if they were happy, but feel free to mention books about unhappy single women who don’t meet a partner because I’d just like to see what fiction there is about single women who don’t become part of a romantic relationship. Tales of real life single women are always nice, but I think there’s more balance in non-fiction and there’s been a mini explosion of social histories focusing on single women in the last few years. Is it so much to ask for a little balance in fiction as well?

‘S wholesome kitty fun right?

Everyone has been linking to this, but just in case you haven’t seen it one more won’t hurt. Brent from ‘The Naughtie Book Kitties’ talks about
being a gay teenager and trying to find books to read in a really honest post. In the article he references ‘What They Always Tell Us’ by Martin Wilson, as a break through discovery for him and his friend. I judged Martin Wilson’s first young adult novel for last year’s NerdsHeartYA. It’s good, not a perfect book, but still very good and I just thought I’d mention that again.

‘...scary became a fluid term’

Another excellent excerpt from Coleen’s manuscript ‘The Map of My Dead Pilots’. If only one of my friends had grown up to be a publisher.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Crossing - Andrew Xia Fukada

Xing’s parents gave up everything to move from China to America so that he could have a better life, but several years on Xing’s life is terrible. His father is dead and his mother wears herself out by working two awful jobs. Xing (or Kris as he asks to be called, because people often can’t pronounce his name) hates life at school. He is one of only two Chinese students at his school and unlike his best friend Naomi (the other Chinese student) he doesn’t fit in and is just an average student. He longs to be special, but at the same time wants to disappear into the crowd.

On the first day of high school Jan Blair arrives, a new student from out of state. She is instantly disliked and teased by everyone, including Xing. Students start to disappear and turn up murdered. No one seems to make a connection between Jan Blair and the murders, apart from Xing. He’s too focused on preparing for a new role as the under study for the school musical to get involved, but it doesn’t look like Xing has any choice, as the universe seems determined to drag him into Jan Blair’s life and into the middle of the murder investigation.

The crux of ‘Crossing’ is the idea of acceptance. Xing wants to be accepted, but when he isn’t his wish for acceptance fractures into a hatred of himself, expressed in a longing to be white and a simultaneous rejection of everything he can’t be. He talks about his childhood when he ‘fantazised that deep within me was a white boy on the fringe of freeing himself from the constricting bamboo chains.’ and asks everyone to call him Kris, but also expresses a deep hatred for most of the white people around him. When he takes the understudy role in the musical Xing is grabbing a lifeline to acceptance and validation, but it’s also an action he undertakes to shame the people who have previously ignored him. After years living without people who understand him Xing is stuck in a cycle where he can’t trust anyone enough to show them his true personality and that caginess (which was created by other people’s reaction to him) alienates people further.

By writing ‘Crossing’ Andrew Xia Fukada seems to be asking whose fault Xing’s situation is. Everyone around Xing seems to place the blame on Xing, even Naomi asks ‘Why are you like that Xing?’ but he places the blame on everyone else. I’m inclined to say that it’s the casual racism of everyone he meets that force Xing into the role he plays. ‘Crossing’ highlights the danger of being someone who can’t, or doesn’t want to, sublimate their original cultural identity and assimilate to the country they move to. Xing’s English, for example, isn’t flawless and he is often reluctant to open his mouth when questioned. His reluctance causes many people to assume that he can’t speak English at all. Whenever anyone asks him if he can speak English it is always done in an aggressive manner as if this perceived inability to speak their language automatically makes him deviant. There is no room for someone outside the norm in the world that Xing inhabits and to be different, is to be persecuted. Naomi seems to show that immigrants can beat the negative expectations of others and become accepted, but she has to assimilate completely in order to overcome their expectations.

Xing’s inability to feel completely at home in America does not stem exclusively from Xing’s negative encounters with white Americans, although their attitudes do affect him a great deal. His longing for his beloved China permeates his whole life. Not only is America hostile to him, America isn’t China and though Xing undoubtedly romanticises the life he could have had in China it’s hard not to wonder if his life in China might have been better:

‘I could see myself, the me that never left China. Always surrounded by friends, always laughing with abandon, always with a twinkle of confidence in my eyes. My skin a deep bronze from the burning sun, my hair tousled lightly in the warm breeze. I am smiling as I run home, shouting my farewells to friends, my voice unhinged in exhuberance, unbridled in its own sureness. I am rushing home to the wonderous smells of home cooking, to the warm greetings of my mother, grandmother, of my father...’

Ah Yuan from GAL Novely talked about Xing’s experiences as a failed American dream and I think she’s spot on. Xing’s parents are seduced by the promise of a better life, only to arrive and find that the better life is reserved for white people who were born in America (which is so damn ironic in the face of white American’s history as immigrants). The way Xing is treated in America calls into question the validity of the immigrant dream, which western countries often promote by contrasting their standard of living with that of other countries in order to appear superior and then renege on when immigrants arrive. One of the central assertions of ‘Crossing’ seems to be the need to look at whether the kind of good life established Americans enjoy is actually available to immigrants. if this kind of life isn’t available to an average immigrant might a life in a land where their race, their language and their culture is the norm, not be beneficial? Does western civilisation sometimes push the idea of the ‘superior life’ at the expense of the people that it encourages to emigrate?

I haven’t really talked about Xing’s status as a possibly unreliable narrator as I think it might spoil the story, but there’s a wealth of significance to be mined from the different interpretations of the story. The unresolved nature of the storyline totally freaked me out, but so good that I continue to think about it now. I keep trying to remember that books with possibly unreliable narrators seem to send me into shock and I Can. Not. Handle. The Tension, but it’s no use because they are addictive. I had to flip ahead a little while reading to see if everything was going to be ok and not because I wanted to see who the murderer was, but because I wanted to see if Xing’s concert was going to go to plan. That’s how tense every strand of this book is, there are multiple opportunities for every aspect of Xing’s life to go wrong and the clipped writing style the author employs, by making extensive use of short sentences enhances that tension to a point where I just wanted to scream:

‘And something else. The cat wasn’t here when he crossed over just twenty minutes prior. He sniffs, doesn’t smell rot or decay.

Shards of glass being stepped. From behind him. He spins round.’

It’s both fun and awful to be taken to the edge like that, then just left with no concrete resolution and this combination of narrators who may or may not be unreliable (as opposed to narrators whose unreliability is clarified at the end of the novel) is something I’m very excited to see more of, even if it does freak me out. Recommended for fans of ‘Liar’, although Ah Yuan says she doesn’t think this is being marketed as a young adult book despite the teenaged protagonists.

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Wednesday, 16 June 2010

BBAW Registration 2010

After Cass said she would vote for me if I registered for an award at Book Blogger Appreciation Week I decided I would, in fact register for BBAW. I am so easily led. I got all thoughtful looking at the five posts that will hopefully show that my blog fits into the Best Eclectic Book Blog category:

Review: Black Water Rising
Analysis: Eclipse
Thoughts: How to Prepare for the Apocalypse
Interview Review: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Review: Out of the Pocket

And yes I acknowledge that it is crazy that I included my analysis of ‘Eclipse’ here, when I am a Twi-crack addict rather a Twi-lover and that I freaked out about the quality of my writing after completing it, but when I look back I think there’s some decent analysis there.


Good luck to everyone taking part and remember to have fun!

Monday, 14 June 2010

False Colors - Alex Beecroft

What makes Alex Beecroft’s 'False Colors’ so cool? Let’s get this out of the way right now. Sailors, in love with each other, fighting battles; those are the best things about ‘False Colors’. But it’s not just dashing sailors in love (ha, just) that makes this a good book, although being a male/male romance the sailor love story is the main point of the book.

John Cavendish has finally been given a ship to captain. The bad news is he and his small crew are being sent on a suicidal mission to stop Barbary Corsairs from taking coastal dwellers as slaves.

Alfie Donwell is surprisingly eager to join such a mission. He is desperate to leave behind a hard driving captain and finds himself attracted to John as soon as he sees him. He determines to win his new captain’s heart and starts his campaign when he arrives on board.

Sailors in love, yippee! Ahem. Serious face.

I’m not sure what I can add to the discussion of ‘False Colors’ as so many people have already talked about the parts I enjoyed the most., but let us see what I can come up with. What struck me straight away was how quickly Alex Beecroft conjures a strong sense of individual personality for her two main characters. Within a few chapters it’s clear that Alfie has a witty, irreverent confidence that is coupled with a deep insecurity. John is concerned with propriety and duty, but is also deeply passionate, a friend to be counted on. The two main characters are developed as individuals, through small interactions and thoughts that go straight to the heart of who they are. Then they’re brought together to form a charismatic pairing who play off one another’s moods, strengths and weaknesses. During the book more layers are added to their personalities as the two experience some of the true horrors of navy service, so that by the end of the book Alfie and John are characters that the reader knows well.

This high quality characterisation continues as new characters are introduced to the story. John and Alfie become friends, but when John discovers that Alfie is attracted to men he can’t contain his censure. Alfie flees to a former ship, run by Captain Farrant, an attractive, married man ‘suffering’ from a ‘condition’ that ‘makes’ him sleep with men (yes that’s probably too many annoyed quotation marks). Farrant could easily become a villain set on using Alfie, but as several other reviewers have commented the complexity of his emotions are slowly revealed and he quickly develops into a fully rounded, sympathetic character.

As the reader is shown so much of Farrant’s history and feelings, as well as Alfie’s complicated thoughts about their affair, this secondary romance feels real and well, romantic. Their relationship could easily have been just a bunch of sex scenes to keep readers entertained. Instead it is a developing secondary romance, which could have been just as rewarding for Alfie as his later relationship with John, if circumstances had been different. When Farrant is inevitably removed to make way for Alfie and John’s romance it feels like readers should stop and mourn his loss a little, because of the connection he and Alfie shared. I was happy to find a little space of recognition for his value left in the narrative, even as Alfie and John’s romance develops:

‘John.” Alfie laced his finger together and brought them up so that the knuckles brushed his lips. “They didn’t kill me, and I didn’t say any of it.”

“You said it to me.” John reached out and closed his own hands around Alfie’s. It was like finding a rope to save him when he was lost overboard in a storm, and he held on with something of the same desperation. “I heard you. You told me you loved him.” '

The depth of characterisation is part of what makes the sexual tension between each romantic pairing so satisfying. Beecroft writes scenes of intense desire, created from the simplest of details, but I think at least half of the power of these scenes comes from the personal connection she creates between character and reader. Without knowing anything about the character’s deepest feelings these scenes would have been hot, but with an additional insight into the character’s minds each touch is invested with a personal history of longing that produces just an extra little thrill.

All of this detailed characterisation is written in easy, smooth prose which never feels like it's trying hard at all. This type of prose is also perfect for conjuring the swift strokes and excitement of battle scenes. The pace she sets within these scenes is fast, but allows readers time to absorb the action. She doesn’t overburden her battle scenes with details, instead she lets one or two images speak for themselves. She also avoids what I call ‘battle fatigue’ by finding ways to vary the military conflict the characters face, so that there are set battles on ship, rebellions and fights on shore to keep the reader’s interest from waning.

The imaginative imagery peppered through the book is designed to catch the reader’s attention and enliven a well known genre with a wry modern sensibility, for example John's newly captured ship is described as being 'like a discarded boot’. There are perhaps a few too many corny naval metaphors for love, along similar lines to ‘At times it seemed this thing between them was the only fixed point of Alfie’s compass, whether he steered away or towards.’, but in general the writing is fresh and vigorous. The writing can be funny and the plot rattles along with a casual, friendly feel to it.

‘False Colors’ was a great way for me to be introduced to male/male romance (as I tend to be a snobbishly picky reader when it comes to romance). My one real problem with the novel centres around a plot structure that I often find frustrating in storytelling. Oh, there is a misunderstanding and no one can just talk about it and sort it out! They must all go around being aggrieved and not talking. It’s not exactly unrealistic, because how many family disputes continue on for years because of an inability to communicate, but when you transplant this structure into a story I feel that it should be resolved fast and damn realism. It’s a romance so I know Alfie and John are going to get together and whereas initially delaying their relationship builds delicious anticipation, after John realises his feelings for Alfie that anticipation is replaced by frustration as I wait for them to kiss and love each other. It’s a personal preference and I agree that the long delay before they’re reunited makes sense in the context of the obstacles they face, but gosh it annoyed me.

So, sailors in love = cool. There’s also a wicked plot, battles aplenty and a witty dialogue. What more can you ask for, except maybe...pirates in love?

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NerdsHeartYA 2010 - Riders Mount!

Not sure, but perhaps you can see that the people on the horses are jousting and so this picture of what some of us saw on the last sunny Bank Holiday ties in nicely with my reminder that the NerdsHeartYA tournament starts tomorrow! I'll be keeping a linked up, running tally of all the decisions on this post and there will be one up at the blog. So! Excited!

Until then you can enter the official giveaway and vist some of the pre tournament posts kind judges have been putting up:

Lynn Miller-Lachmann, author of 'Gringolandia' guest posts at Rhapsody in books
Pamela Ehrenberg, author of 'Tillmon County Fires' interviews at Rhapsody in books
Terra Elan McVoy, author of 'Pure' interviews at The Happy Nappy Bookseller

See you all at the starting line.

Thursday, 10 June 2010

The White Woman on the Green Bicycle - Monique Roffey

Monique Roffey’s ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’ is a portrait of how claustrophobic marriage could be for women in the 1960s. George Harwood and his wife Sabine are first introduced as an ageing, unhappy couple living in a large house in Trinidad. George interviews local celebrities for a newspaper, while Sabine sits home all day drinking and talking to Jennifer their maid. Both of them are painted as ridiculous, irrational, barely functioning human beings who favour one of their children over the other and seem incapable of listening to each other.

The book then flashes back to their arrival in Trinidad in 1960. They come because George’s job has offered him a three year contract and he is sure Trinidad will suit him better. Sabine is determined to love Trinidad, but finds that she can’t; the heat drains her, people find her riding around on a green bicycle funny and she finds it impossible to understand the country. Meanwhile, the island seduces her husband. Aware that George is having affairs and that he loves the island more than her Sabine attempts to get him to leave, but he ignores her wishes and Sabine despairs. As we know from the earlier section they never leave Sabine says ‘something had eternally shifted between me and George.’.

The novel is also a book that wants to educate the reader on the political history of Trinidad and Tobago. It manages this with great subtlety, by making Eric Williams, the leader of the PNM political party almost an admirer of Sabine’s, while his career becomes an obsession for her. Eric William’s brief involvement in Sabine’s life is used to connect the Harwoods to the big events in Trinidad’s history in much the same way that Barbara Kingsolver connects her character Harrison Sheppard to important figures in Mexican history, but Roffey achieves her purpose with much less obvious artifice on the whole. Scenes that instruct readers, like Sabine’s encounters with Williams lecturing in Woodford Square, are awash with passion and fear propelling the reader through the facts so that they feel they are living history rather than learning about it.

The writing is wonderful and assured. Her descriptive passages are just beautiful and atmospheric, reflecting the strong emotions of her characters:

‘The sky that day was unusual. A vast expanse of white puckered cloud which had spread low, very low, over the Gulf of Paria. Here and there, a vein of greyish-blue cracked through, but that was all. The white blanket reflected the sea’s brutal glare back down on itself so that you felt trapped under it.’

Roffey uses the interesting conceit of making parts of the landscape, like the hills behind Sabine and George’s house personalities which speak to the characters. The hills, which Sabine sees as a green woman lying on her side, become her confidant and her rival:

‘It was then that I had my first conversation with the hills.
Feel better now, I spoke in a whisper.
Yes.
Feel relaxed?
Yes.
Well I don’t. I’m on edge.
Relax, she soothed.
You’re beautiful, you know that.
So are you.
I hate you. My husband loves you.
They all love me.’

The pace of the writing is furious, especially in the second half of the book, as readers are pummelled with the dark emotion of failed lives. By the end of the novel a heady mix of violent emotion, longing and beauty has accumulated that will make readers as drunk on Trinidad as George is on rum.

So, why didn’t I enjoy reading ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’? Well there’s one main reason which isn’t to do with the book as an individual book, so I feel a little shady bringing it up. That text above this paragraph is about the book, this stuff here is all about my feelings based on what I’ve previously read and what I see getting published. See ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’ feeds into a publishing trend that I’m kind of sick of and while with my objective hat on (see above) I can appreciate the merits of the novel as an individual piece of literature, with my subjective hat on it becomes the kind of book that I go out of my way to avoid.

I think my feelings about this book are similar to the ones Coleen expressed last week. A kind of story fatigue. A feeling that I’d heard the main thrust of this story before, leading to wonderings about whether we need this story, told in a similar way again. Here is the main underlying plot of Roffey’s novel, the one I feel that I’ve heard all too often before: white woman travels to a foreign country because of husband - hates the heat and finds that the locals do not like her for some indefinable reason - husband turns out to be a jerk – woman explains the great historical changes she sees unfolding before her eyes, changes that are almost certainly linked to racial struggle.

This story is a perfectly valid story to tell. White people experienced the political change and upheaval in Trinidad, in South Africa, in whichever country you choose to focus on. Their story is also important, as is the story of white women trapped in unfulfilling marriages forced to live in countries where they never felt at home. But I can’t help but feel that white experience of political events, that have a significant effect on black people, has been given plenty of space in the publishing world, perhaps too much space. I’m afraid that my reading experience with ‘The Woman on the Green Bicycle’ suffers because the novel is part of a publishing world that often does not embrace diversity and is obsessed with pushing books that follow trends until we all beat our heads against walls. If ‘The Woman on the Green Bicycle’ existed in a world where its perspective was part of a diverse range of perspectives I would have been more open to what it had to tell me.

Let me try to explain better by comparing this aspect of the book to other Orange long listed books that deal with racial tension, ‘The Help’ and ‘Black Water Rising’. The fantastic thing about those books is that they give the black characters, who were the people most deeply affected by the racial issues of the day, a voice. ‘Black Water Rising’ is narrated by Jay, an older black man who was once a young man involved in the Civil Rights struggle. ‘The Help’ may include a white main character with her own separate first person narrative, but it also allows some of the maids their own first person narratives. Aibileen, a black maid, writes her own portion of the book created in the novel. She also helps to create the book, that becomes the black women’s voice.

In ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’ Sabine’s white first person narrative filters the black characters narrative and the story is squarely focused on how she feels about the injustices they experience, how afraid she feels about the rise of black power, how the rise of black power affects the white settlers of Trinidad. Now there’s no law saying that you can’t make white characters the focus of a storyline about racial tension, every author makes their own choice and like I said it’s a story that’s there to tell. There were some pretty unpleasant things that went on in the name of racial equality and no one deserves to be pelted with stones, or have their dogs poisoned because they turned up to live somewhere they weren’t wanted. It’s important to highlight that, but it’s not the only story and as much as I think Roffey tries to show the other side her efforts are drowned out by making the only direct access to the story through Sabine’s first person narrative.

By focusing on Sabine, Roffey also makes black anger at the white population seem...not unjustified (as Sabine clearly recognises they have real grievances) but it makes black anger all about how it affects white people. I know that I’m not expected to totally sympathise with Sabine, but we are meant to find her more sympathetic than George at least. She’s quite unpleasant, but she’s given a first person narrative in the second half of the book, which gives her a chance to justify how she turns out and she’s shown to at least attempt to understand the problems the black population faces. So, when Sabine finds herself sneered at, frightened, guilty, the focus isn’t on why the black population feels so badly towards Sabine and other white people, it’s on how terrifying the situation must be for Sabine. Again it’s the author’s choice to tell this story and she intends to focus on Sabine’s emotions as a character not as a symbol of all white people. If the stories available from the publishing market were more diverse this choice wouldn’t bother me at all. Since they aren’t I end up feeling not just that I’ve heard this story before but that this story contributes to an overwhelming, stifling trend which presents black struggle through a white focus. And this is what I mean by it being the kind of story publishers love to put out there, stories about big episodes in the history of black political struggle (hurray look at us doing our part of highlight the racism of history) that really focus on how these movements affected white, rich or middle class people by making them feel guilty, or afraid, or angry.

It’s not Roffey’s fault that I’ve heard this kind of story so many times before. Nor is it her fault that it seems to be the kind of story that publishers love to publish in bulk, disregarding all the other ways the story of claustrophobic racial tension and political change could be (and probably has been) told. Everyone is capable of bringing something new to an old story and Roffey has stepped up to deliver that something new in her setting, her writing and her use of inanimate landscape as active persona. And therefore it is absolutely unfair of me to say that I didn’t like Monique Roffey’s ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’. Both the dialogue and the descriptive passages in Roffey’s novel are extremely well written. The novel enables the reader to easily navigate an important period of political history. It betrays a deep knowledge of human cruelty and unhappiness. I can recognise all its technical success, recognise that it wrapped twisted vines around my emotions and gained control, but still I didn’t like it and I feel kind of bad about that.

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NerdsHeartYA Giveaway

Just a quick post to let you know about the NerdsHeartYA giveaway which is now up and running. We've had wonderful donations from our nominated authors and you can currently win lost of author swag including signed novels, bookmarks and gift certificates.

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Wednesday, 9 June 2010

A Little Bite of the Orange

Tonight is the night the Orange prize winner and the Orange New Writers award will be announced. I have nothing to offer on the New Writer’s selection as I haven’t read any of the three shortlisted entries. I actually find that second award less fun because we never know what got long listed for that prize, but then I will always come out on the side of more book lists.

I can tell you that having set my cap early this year I’m sticking with ‘Wolf Hall’ for the win in the main prize competition. I know lots of people think it should go to a different book because ‘Wolf Hall’ has won, what, three prizes already, but I think out of the shortlist the Orange judges picked I think ‘Wolf Hall’ is the best book and that’s the book the prize should go to. Simples.
In the end I finished ‘The Lacuna’ and ‘The White Woman on the Green Bicycle’, which means I read five out of the six on the shortlist. So I could be totally wrong and ‘The Very Thought of You’ could be a prize contender. From the reviews I’ve seen so far I gather it is a good book but doesn’t stack up to the rest of the list, but as I haven’t read it yet I can’t count it out of the competition. In total I finished nine long listed books and bought three more that I didn’t have time for (‘Small Wars’, ‘Hearts and Minds’ and ‘The Very Thought of You’) and one off the New Writers shortlist (‘After the Fire a Small, Still Voice’).


It has been very enjoyable to concentrate on some Orange prize reading and to follow the progress of others who read much more than me. It’s been something a little bit special and I won’t lie and say it’s specialness isn’t connected to my gender because it is. To think that at one time so few women were published and now there’s a whole prize bursting with entries and serious people look at each book as a book, not a something limited because it was produced by a female author. The Orange prize is about ensuring equality in literary prizes, but it’s also become a kind of celebration, a yearly look at how far women have come and how many different ways of writing a story female authors come up with each year. It’s a cultural celebration, a kind of literary carnival that we need even as women begin to find recognition in other prizes.

Or maybe I’m being a bit soppy. Whatever, the waiting is nearly over. Which book is your winner?

Update: And the winner is...'The Lacuna'. In a way I've been expecting this result. I had a sneaking suspicion that this was not a judging panel that would pick a book already honoured by so many and as I said in my thoughts 'The Lacuna' is so comparable to 'Wolf Hall' that it's the obvious choice if 'Wolf Hall' is not to be considered. It's not as if us 'Wolf Hall' acolytes can moan is it, as the book has already won so much, but still...

No, no more being ungracious, well done Barbara Kingsolver. Final thoughts on 'The Lacuna' to come soon. Let's see who has won the rest of the associated prizes. Ah the one no ones been talking about, 'The Boy Next Door' has taken the New Writers prize. Very interesting and one to look into. And the youth panel (fantastic idea, just wish they'd taken some of the discussion from Spinebreakers and advertised it on the main Orange site) picked 'Fugitive Pieces' by Anne Michaels as the 'Best of the Orange' winner.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

A Wish After Midnight - Zetta Elliott

It’s hard to understand why so many publishers rejected 'A Wish After Midnight’. Zetta Elliott self-published her second book in 2008 after struggling to find a publisher interested in selling her novel. Since then she has been frank in her assessment of the publishing market in both Canada and America, citing the lack of racial diversity among the books published in these countries. Not everyone may believe that her book was rejected because it’s main characters are a Panamanian/African American girl and a Jamaican boy, but the book is so good it’s hard not to question whether her character’s skin colour was a factor for publishers.

Genna’s lives in a cramped apartment in Brooklyn with her mother and three siblings. Genna gets good grades and is hoping to get a scholarship to an Ivy league college. Her mother wants to keep her on the right track and she often remindsGenna she’s her mother’s ‘best chance’ to get the family out of the bad area they live in. Genna wants to help her mother and she loves her half brother Tyjaun, but her older siblings make her life miserable and she has no friends at school. Judah, the boy she likes, doesn’t seem interested. She spends most of her time in a public garden, making wishes at the fountain.

Genna’s Papi has returned to his home in Panama with her Abuelita because he can’t stand the racial inequality in America; ‘...in America, a black man can’t even be a man’, he says as he urges Genna’s mother to move the whole family to Panama. As the book is set in 2006, Papi’s statement takes place in the 1990s, which makes it quite a shock to hear. It’s not the only forthright statement about the presence of racism and inequality in the twentieth century offered in the first part of the book. Genna’s mother doesn’t want like Genna babysitting for a white woman, saying she doesn’t want her playing ‘...mammy to Miss Anne and her little white brats.’. Judah calls America ‘Babylon’ and criticises the systems in the country that keep black people down.

Honesty like this, sometimes coupled with vital, unapologetic anger pervades the first section of ‘A Wish After Midnight’. Elliott is not afraid to show the extent of the dislike many of the characters have for white people, or America. Elliott allows her characters their anger and avoids stifling their views by making them learn a lesson about how nice white people can be. Elliott’s characters are allowed to feel angry, because they have a right to feel angry and Elliott never intends their story to be a simple learning journey that will teach them the harmfulness of anger. I can’t help but wonder if that untamed anger was another aspect of Elliott’s book that caused publishers to balk. If it was it was a massive mistake on their part because that honest, non-judgemental approach to black anger is part of what makes this book so unique.

Alongside her justifiably angry characters Elliott places Genna’s friendships with white characters like Hannah to show, not a contrast, but a half way house between anger at white people’s attitudes and happiness at finding friendship with anyone. Genna shows an alternative to anger with her positive attitudes towards many white characters, but at the same time demonstrates the necessity of anger for Genna. If she wishes to be true to herself in a world which does not always understand her she must trust in her anger and use her reactions to re-educate the world as she does when Hannah pushes her kindness into charity:

‘ Sometimes people give you things, and they don’t know when to stop. They give too much, ‘cause they want to fix all your problems but sometimes you got to fix your own problems, your own kind of way. Hannah’s already paying me, and that’s what I said.

“You paid me already Hannah.” And her face got kind of flushed and her eyes lost all of that shine, and I kind of wished I hadn’t said it, but I knew it needed to be said.’

Jenna isn’t there to instruct the other characters to cast off their anger, or to show generosity of feeling towards others as the one true path. Judah never agrees with Genna about white America and continues to actively criticise her views throughout the book. He is never persuaded into changing his views and Jenna never really tries to persuade him, instead they talk and through their dialogue Elliot subtly shows us two different sides of the debate:

‘Judah’s face looks cold and sullen in the pale moonlight. “What you need me for, Genna?” You got your precious white baby to take care of, you got your little white girlfriend to gossip with. You got your high and mighty white doctor taking you out every night. And there’s that blue-eyed half-breed keeps coming ‘round here asking for you. So what you need me for, huh?”…

“That’s not fair Judah. Yes, I have friends, and yes, I have a job. What did you expect – that after six months I’d just be standing on a corner somewhere, waiting for you to come along and rescue me?”…

“So you took a job working for some rich white folks and made yourself right at home, huh?”

Judah has a right to be mad, ‘cause I haven’t been totally honest with him, but he can’t talk to me like this. He’s making it sound like I took the easy way out. But what else was I supposed to do? “Right now, yes, this is my home, Judah-and it’s the only one I’ve got. Do you have an idea what it’s like being a black girl in this world alone?” ' .

Neither does Genna change her mind based on what Judah say, her more tolerant attitude is included to show an alternative, equally valid way of interacting with the world, but also to remind readers that there are limits to tolerance and that finding it impossible to be tolerant is not always a failing.


In the second part of the novel Genna finds herself transported into the 1800s, right in the middle of the American Civil War (I won’t tell you how in case anyone thinks it is a spoiler). She’s in terrible pain and realises she’s appeared in the body of a runaway slave who has been severely beaten. This section runs the risk of becoming a teaching exercise on the history of slavery, but while Elliott is concerned with expanding her readers’ knowledge (she was a teacher for many years after all) she does so subtly. At the same time she creates a vivid picture of the historical period and a plot that feels fast paced despite the fact that it’s mostly concerned with everyday chores and conversations. I’m not sure it’s something I can describe for you, you need to read it to understand, but ‘Wish After Midnight’ was definitely one of those books that made me feel history in all its gloriously messy ordinariness and remember that big historical events stem from the lives of ordinary people. There’s an urgency about this section, that seems like an attempt to mirror the pace of change and activity at this time. At the end of the book Elliott’s skill at pacing is revealed in full, as she plots a desperate dash for Genna who must race to escape a mob. It’s at this point that you realise just how sharp Elliot’s pen is and how much you’ve come to care for her characters – your happiness now depends on their survival.

My one criticism of ‘A Wish After Midnight’ is to do with the romance between Genna and Judah. There were wonderful romantic scenes between the two characters where I could feel their attraction:

‘Judah puts his hand on my shoulder and looks straight into my face. “Your eyes are silver,” he says.

This makes me want to cry even more, but I can’t because Judah’s lips are pressed against mine.’

but there were also times when I felt that the spark between them was lacking. I questioned whether Judah loved Genna, or if he loved the idea of her as a natural girl who could have her political ideas shaped. I was mostly convinced of his love and the chemistry between the two by the end of the book, but there’s a hint of scepticism left in my mind. Everyone hates me now right (I know Judah has quite a following) ;) I swear I like Judah, but perhaps not as much as I like Genna.

So, it’s a hearty thanks to AmazonEncore for picking up Zetta Elliott’s book, making it much more visible to me and a (hopefully not too) long wait for the sequel focusing on Judah.

Reading a ‘A Wish After Midnight’ is part of my campaign to read one book by every author whose blog I read regularly which is going well. It’s also my fifth selection for the
'Once Upon a Time Challenge’ which means I’ve finished a challenge finally!

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Monday, 7 June 2010

Book Battle Debut - Round Two Decision

So hurray finally I take the time to put up the questions that me and Lydia from ‘The Lost Entwife’ asked about our Debut Book Battle pairing, 'Hex Hall’ by Rachel Hawkins and ‘8th Grade Superzero’ by Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich. Our decision about which book should move on was unanimous, but you’ll have to read through the questions to find out which book is going to progress.

Here are Lydia’s answers to my questions:

What was your initial reaction when you saw which books we were going to read?

I was excited over Hex Hall (I didn't think I'd have an excuse to read it) and kind of "meh" over 8th Grade Superzero. I mean.. the cover really didn't do it for me and I didn't think I'd enjoy the story at all.

In the acknowledgements of HH Rachel Hawkins says the book is very much about women taking power. Do you think this is true? Does this set it apart from other recently published paranormal novels, or do you think it’s a growing trend in the genre?

I do think that women got a better role in Hex Hall then they have in other more recent paranormal books. Sophie knows her own mind quite a bit more than Bella in Twilight, for example, however. she still has a ways to go to catch up with a girl like Katniss in The Hunger Games.

8th has got a few very strong messages running through it, for example the power of teenagers to make a change in their community and the need for teenager to accept themselves. Did you ever feel like the author was pushing the message at the expense of the characters or the storyline?

Not at all. I loved the very delicate balance Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich achieved in 8th Grade Superzero. I never at any time felt preached at, but more - felt inspired to do something myself.

Both authors have tried to break away from stereotypical characterisations, for example in HH Jenna is a vampire, but her entire room is covered in pink and in 8th Joe C is a white teenager interested in HipHop. They also try to create worlds that reflect the diversity of the world we all live in. Which book do you think achieves these aims most successfully?

8th Grade Superzero - Joe C was a fantastic, funny character and I thought the portrayals of him throughout the book in various situations were quietly spot-on.

Both book are funny, although in different ways. HH is a snarkfest, while 8th uses little everyday events to create humour. Which did you think had the funniest moment?

Overall, 8th Grade Superzero. I had several laugh-out-loud moments and maybe snickered a few times in Hex Hall.



And here are my responses to hers:

At what point, during either book, did you have a definitive moment where you thought, 'This is the book I'm going to pick to be the winner"?

This is going to sound lame, but it was Reggie’s Dora the Explorer shoes that made me believe ‘Eighth Grade Super Zero’ deserved to win. For those of you yet to read ‘8th Grade Superzero’ (walk, don’t run) Reggie makes himself some Dora the Explorer shoes because his homeless friend Charlie has to wear Dora shoes out of the donations bin, but then Charlie’s mum gets him some new shoes. Reggie ends up wearing them to school alone, but he still makes a really powerful point about herd mentality and bravery. When someone can make a deep point about bravery and friendship while making me snort I know it’s something special. Lots of books think they’re funny, but very few books make me laugh outside my head. At the other end of the scale lots of books have a serious message they want readers to buy, but they’re so heavy handed about it. I like some levity with my morals.

Summarize the winning book in this bracket in a single paragraph. Pretend you are speaking to a 14 year old boy or girl and this one paragraph will be the deciding factor on if they will read it.

Reggie ‘Pukey’ McKnight never intended to run for class president, so why does he find himself standing so a table announcing his candidacy in front of the whole school? 8th grade was going to be a year of reinvention for Reggie, but after extreme embarrassment, on the first day of term, he’s just looking to keep his head down. Then, after getting involved at a homeless shelter, Reggie sees just how much the 8th grade kids could do to help the community. And that’s why Reggie finds himself up on that table. Whatever happened to keeping a low profile?

Right now YA literature is saturated with paranormal creatures, when reading these books it's easy to get caught up in the drama of teenage relationships. Do you feel as if that's just a gimmick or do you think that Rachel Hawkins, like Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich, has a more meaningful message to impart to teenagers?

I don’t really think Rachel Hawkins has a big focused message in her book, like the ones Rhuday-Perkovich built ‘8th Grade Superzero’ around. Sophie doesn’t really learn a lesson that teenagers can apply to their lives, while Reggie learns a lot that teens could potentially apply to their own lives.

However, I do think Hawkins uses the paranormal aspect of her novel to critique our world and paranormal young adult books. A good example of her subtle critique and correction of both the world and the majority of young adult paranormal books is her inclusion of Jenna’s character. Hawkins makes Sophie’s best friend a lesbian and *shock horror* it’s not a big freaking deal, or a secret that needs hiding from everyone else. By making Jenna a lesbian vampire, who is turned by a girl she loves, Hawkins subverts the traditional romantic vampire story in a sweet, easy way that the young adult paranormal world has just been dying for. Then she allows her lesbian character to begin to heal after that relationship goes wrong and find possible romance elsewhere. With Jenna, Hawkins makes her own move to help correct the sexual homogeneity of young adult paranormal romance and to push a subtle message that being a lesbian is normal.

There are other times where Hawkins use her book to provide criticism of conventions that turn up in paranormal books. Sophie is a big exercise in correcting the lame, passive heroine that can be found in a lot of books featuring paranormal storylines. There’s a black witch in Elodie’s coven, because a paranormal world doesn’t mean race ceases to exist, although if you look out at the current crop of popular paranormal books you’d think that’s exactly what it means. I also think Hawkins uses the different creatures she places in her paranormal world to quietly look at racial differences. That’s kind of overly subtle though and may just be a bi-product of the cultural associations readers tend to automatically put on paranormal creatures, rather than something deliberately written into the text.

Phew, so, to summarise I think Hawkins is definitely using the paranormal genre to showcase deeper issues, rather than jumping on the popular trend for paranormal creatures.

Covers are very important in YA Literature. When you walk down the row at any book store it's dazzling how many beautiful covers there are. Does this work for or against both books in the bracket?

I hated ‘Hex Hall’s cover! In my opinion the cover for the UK edition is looks tacky, with all those silver sparkles. There are little details of interest (look down at the shadows extending from the girls and you’ll see vampires and witches stretching out) but there’s no way I’d have randomly picked it up in a bookshop. Maybe I don’t like it because I’m not a teenager anymore, maybe teens are all over this kind of cover, but to me it looks like the kind of thing the marketing department thinks teenagers are supposed to like.

I was really keen on ‘8th Grade Superzero’s’ cover, because it looks like an old style comic and it’s bright. I’m in love with retro design so it would have stood out to me, but I think you have to like a very particular design aesthetic to find it appealing. It definitely stands out from the crowd which I think should pull readers to it.

Which book did you read first? And if the order had been reversed, did you think your vote may have been affected differently?

I read ‘8th Grade Superzero’ first because I was still waiting for ‘Hex Hall’ to arrive. I think if I’d read ‘Hex Hall first I’d have been thinking it was a pretty strong contender and the second book would have to be pretty special to win. It’s so much fun and so different from a large amount of the paranormal fiction currently published. It made me think of all the best things about the paranormal fiction I devoured when I was a teenager: the snark, the strong heroine, the funny-yet annoying-yet extremely attractive love interest. In short it was cool.Still, I don’t think I’d have changed my vote if I’d read it first. ‘8th Grade Superzero’ is that one in a million book where the story is entertaining, the writing is natural, the characters are complex and the message is important.

So what’s moving on? It has to be ‘8th Grade Superzero’. ‘Hex Hall put up a good fight and I so can’t wait until the next book in the series appears, but it was up against a pretty stupendous debut.