Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Po, the punching bag [Graceling Review]

Graceling By now you must have heard about this book, Graceling by Kristin Cashore. If you haven't then now you have. I've had the American cover as my profile pic since I first heard about it in 2008 but I only just read it last Saturday. What took me so long? School. Masters. Exams. Stuff like that.

So after a long wait, I finally trekked to my local Borders in Birmingham and bought me a copy of Graceling. I tell you, I was entertained. It's been a joyous ride, one that I'm going to miss. Damn you, Kristin. Damn you!

In Graceling there are seven kingdoms ruled by seven kings, and in all of these kingdoms there exist certain people who possess disparate eye-colours. These people are known as Gracelings. A Graceling is someone gifted with an extra-ordinary talent called a grace. Graces can be mundane, like being able to climb any tree, being able to cook really well, being able to run fast, and the like. They can be useless, like being able to talk backwards. Or they can be dangerous – being able to read minds, being able to fight like no other ordinary person, etcetera.

Katsa, our heroine, is graced with fighting. She can beat anyone, kill anything, and she does it with fluid dexterity and creativity. There simply is no stopping this chick. But Katsa has a problem. She's the King's tool for destruction and she doesn't like it one bit. So in attempt to right the wrongs she's been forced to dump on the world she initiates the Council, a secret organisation tasked with helping people. Nice, huh?

Enter Po, a man who Katsa encounters on a mission that takes her to the prison of one of the seven kingdoms. Although they don't start out as friends, their relationship develops and Po soon becomes Katsa's official punching bag. So humble is this bloke that he is willing to take blows from Kasta's fists on a daily basis. He is bruised and broken after each fight yet he keeps coming back for more. And he smiles about it too! Yes, gentlemen, the feministic vibe is very strong in this book.

And yes, the character-names in Graceling are a little odd. Not bad odd though. It's just Kristin Cashore's way of introducing herself to book lovers. You normally expect fantasy books to have names like Eragon, Aragon, Baragon, Lalagon, Shortgungon or something like that. You don't expect Po, Oll, Leck, Birn, Thigpen, or Greening Grandemalion (OK, allow me to say WTF here).

Graceling's story is rather straightforward. Too straightforward. There are no twists, nothing that will cajole that elated and surprised wow from you. The intrigue begins from page one and halfway into the book you know who the baddy is, because our clever heroine and hero, Kasta and Po, figure things out early on. At some point I thought maybe Cashore would do a 180 and weave the threads of the plot to give a new outcome but nothing of such happens. It's not entirely a bad thing, as the plot in itself hooks you from start to finish.

The finish, however, is where Graceling's grace fails it. The villain meets his end in a somewhat lacklustre fashion and in his second appearance. Alas, Graceling is anticlimactic. This is a common problem that plagues most YA books where you have a very, very, very powerful main character (Katsa) and a very, very, very powerful villain (???). You expect some kind of massive, explosive epic battle and all you get is a muffled poof. Disappointing.

Characters are well drawn out and believable, though not all of them. Meet Bitterblue; ten-year-old princess with a cute name, but very implausible as a human being. She talks like she's 30 and behaves like she's wooden (shows very little emotion, particularly for a ten-year-old).

Marriage. Kids. Ah, yes. The main controversy that spawned from this book. Everyone was talking about it when the book came out last year. I don't think it's a spoiler to say that Katsa is against marriage or bearing children, and she does neither in the book's entirety, albeit she falls in love with Po. Po accepts her choices without much of an argument and tells her that he will take her the way she is.

For me this is Graceling's biggest problem. It's not Katsa's odium for marriage or having kids. It's Po. It's Edward in Twilight. It's the innumerable male characters in YA novels today. Why is it that nowadays female writers create great male leads only to bastardize them later so that these men/boys can fit into their boxes of weird and flawed fantasies of how they think men should behave towards women? And seeing as how women don't generally like how men are in real life readers are sure to get a healthy dose of Edward-esque clowns.

That's right. Edward does everything for Bella. Everything. The bloke has no sense of direction. No life. He's a robot designed to indulge Bella's every whim (and vice-versa). Po too. Built for Katsa, this one. The man started out great, and then from nowhere he's like, 'Yeah baby, I totally agree with your no marriage/no baby logic. You're right. I mean, I feel marriage is supposed to be a wonderful union between two people who love each other. In fact, my parents, brothers and their wives are a pretty good example. But f@&* how I feel, because I'm all for you, babes. I was made for you. You complete me.'

Huh? First he generously donates his body for Katsa to molest on the training ground, and now this?

Katsa was born a pariah, a hardened, adroit killer. Of course she wouldn't want marriage or kids. I completely understand that. But Po, born a prince, born into a family of love, a family with small shortcomings – yes – but one that still adores him, and he doesn't want marriage and children? He must have a very good reason for that, but – oh no! The book doesn't say.

Hang on, did you say it's because he loves Katsa? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't love the chief ingredient that pushes men like Po to marry and make babies?

'I told him I'm not going to marry you and hang on to you like a barnacle, just to keep you to myself and stop you from loving anyone else.' Katsa's words to Po. Translation: sex with you is awesome, hun, but you're free to do it with someone else if you want, just like I'm free to jump into the sack with another man too. Understand?

'It's alright, you know. Other people don't have to understand.' Po's reply to Katsa. Translation: babes, if I slept with someone else you'd smash my head like a tomato, so I'd just agree with every BS that spews from your mouth and stick with you until you tell me to sod off.

Po doesn't even try to convince Katsa. Either he's afraid of her or he's really a daft robot with the grace of looking and acting somewhat human. I remember him asking her to marry him once. Immediately she says, 'Screw marriage, and babies too,' he goes, 'Yeah, screw 'em all. Let's go train. After you've rearranged my bones with your hands we can have sex again.'

Grow some spine, mate.

Seriously, you have to wonder whether Po and Katsa are in love or in lust. It didn't seem like love to me, especially after considering the excerpt I posted above.

I'm going to pretend that Po's stance on all of this is temporary. Let's be honest, guys, if you fell in love with a hot chick and she told you that marriage and kids were a no-no but sex was a yes-yes, would you turn her down? Nope. Not me. Nuh-uh. I'd tell her what she wants to hear, which is, 'Baby, I couldn't have said it any better. Marriage and babies are evil,' and jump right in.

If I read Bitterblue (the sequel to Graceling which comes after Fire) and find Po still yapping on about how he's cool with not marrying Katsa... Epic fail, Ms Cashore.

In spite of all this, Graceling is a great book. The world Kristin Cashore has created is addictive and blossoms with life, adventure and wonder, and you always feel like you're right there with Katsa through every battle, every pain, and every happiness. Kristin Cashore's voice is new, true, strong, unique and sweet, and I look forward to reading many more of stories with weird character names (Magalusomaduoeomon, anyone?) from her in the future.

In fact, I need Fire right now. Damn it, Kristin, what gives?!

My rating: 9/10.

PS: my grace is pissing people off. What's yours?

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Agents vs Aspiring Writers

My blog's first short story:

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there existed a planet. It was called Earth, and it was rich in superfluous resources and life. The most abundant life was human life. Humans strived for greatness in whatever they did, and for many years they grew in great numbers and strength, determined to one day conquer the universe.

Amongst these humans were those who studied the art of writing, and those who honed their eyes, tongues, and nose to better see, taste and smell good writing. They were respectively dubbed Writers and Agents.

Agents have since stood as gatekeepers of the paths which Writers must take to confront the publishing gods.

Because Agents must carefully choose which Writers to let through, many Writers have grown embittered in silence, their anger bristling in the shadows, swelling and clenching their hearts until all kindness and happiness have long been purged, lost forever to these hardworking men and women.

On a day that seemed as ordinary as any other day, a gatekeeper by the name Jessica Faust determined that it would be a clever scheme to utilise one of Earth's newest and most unimpressive technologies – Twitters – in teaching Writers what not to do when requesting access (by means of querying) to the publishing gods.

Unfortunately for Jessica and her cohorts of Agents and Editors (high priests of the publishing gods), her scheme backfired, and Writers were handed a perfect opportunity to engage in a war they had desperately sought after for years:

'Take yourselves off the pedestals you stand on and stop acting like we should feel privileged that you allow us to bow and scrape to gain your attention. Without us, you would have no product to sell, therefore no income. To say it very plainly, without us you are nothing.'

Translation: without us, working at McDonalds wouldn't even come close to your greatest achievement.

'Reply with more than one freaking line via email that says something like, "I didn't really care for the male characters". I mean, a rejection is OK, but, after all that time (and $$$ in postage for 300 plus pages!!!), I thought I deserved a bit more. I won't be querying her again.'

Translation: I spent my time, effort, and hard-earned cash getting my manuscript to you. I literally lowered myself to your standards, and this is the best rejection you can come up with – 'I didn't really care for the male characters'? Go to hell.

'Creating art requires the ability to expose the self and plumb the depths of human pain. Please stop telling me not to take it personally. Sending you my manuscript is more personal than a visit to my ob/gyn. If you refuse to acknowledge the intimate dynamic of this transaction, stick to repping diet books or go into accounting,'

Translation: sending my manuscript to you is like letting you sleep with my husband and not slitting your throat. It's more than personal. So when you refuse to recognise the gravity of things, you hurt my feelings. Trust me, honey, that's the last thing you want to do. My advice: leave this industry. Now.

'Many of those querying you are smarter than you are, prettier than you are, and meaner than you are. We have long memories and we share agent stories just as you share "bad writer" stories.'

Translation: You're dumb, you're ugly, and the best way – no, the only way you can hurt me is by sending stupid, lame rejections to my mailbox. If I had to send my rejection to you, it'd be in the form of my foot, so when you opened the letter or email it'd pop out and shove itself so far up your fat arse that "sitting" would become something of an enigma for you. Yeah, I'm THAT mean. And don't forget, we know who you are, and when we become bestsellers and gain access to millions of $$$/£££, we're surely going to destroy you. Literally.

'I'm so tired of smug, wannabe hipsters being the gatekeepers of taste.'

Translation: I'm seriously considering assassinating you.

(Note: these are very real statements made by writers. You can find more here).

Jessica Faust, undeterred by the raging battle, has sworn to resurrect her scheme on April 17. She strongly feels she's doing the right thing. However, the APO (Agents Protection Organisation) has dispatched government operatives to protect Jessica and other #agentfail participating Agents/Editors 24-7, just in case things get out of hand.

'Jessica is important to us. She is the last living Agent with magic powers and the ability to talk to ponies, and we intend on making sure she remains earth-bound,' says Jimmy Jim Jims, Director of APO.

On the other side of the pond, rebel leader of AWAW (Aspiring Writers At War), Anon1, had this to say about Agents: 'The sooner they – agents, editors, the publishing gods – disappear, the better for us writers. POD for the world,'

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

In Their own Words #1

Okay, so I know I'm being tight-lipped about my book, but I've found a way to reveal some interesting titbits about my characters. It's called In Their own Words. What happens is that characters from my book talk about something ... anything. It may or may not be relevant to the book or the overall plot. I'm allowing my characters to come out as human beings and speak for themselves.

All 56+ characters will partake in this exercise, four per blog-post. I hope you enjoy it.

ITOW #1:

'Have you ever died before? Stupid question, huh. As if you'd be reading this right now if your answer was yes. But I'm reading it. I even wrote it. And I died. Yet I'm still here. I don't know how or why. I don't understand... I just know that I was on that bus with twenty or so people, and there was this really loud noise and everything went black. Then I woke up ... and everyone was dead.' – Jonathan Crewe.

'When they said there was a terrorist attack and a lot of people had died, I immediately thought of someone – my best friend, Jon. The reason I thought about him was he was supposed to pick me up at the airport where I was when they told us about the bomb explosion. After they let us out, I met Jon and I was so glad he wasn't hurt. But I wasn't expecting to hear what he told me, and to be honest I still don't understand any of it. I do believe him though. Why? Well, yesterday he cut his hand with a knife and I watched the blood rush back in and the wound heal. His hand looked like nothing had scratched it. I'm still a little freaked out.' – Patrick

'I've been sick for a very long time and I should be dead by now. I grew up in an orphanage in London and I have no kids, so I have no family, no one to lay flowers on my grave after I'm long gone. Or does James count as family? I don't know. Ours is a marriage of convenience – my convenience – so he can't really be my family, right?
I think about death all the time. I'm frustrated, actually, because death has refused to come when it should have. The cancer is everywhere. It's been everywhere for as long as I can remember. Yet, I'm healthy as a horse. My hair's still on my head, my body still functions properly, I'm not nauseous, I'm not weak, and I'm not in pain. I'm also not getting any treatment. James is trying to find out why I'm not dead. I'm tired of waiting. I want to die.' – Alice Walters

'Science is my life. I eat it, breathe it, cuddle it, sleep with it, and wake up right next to it with a big smile on my face. It's all I live for. I think that's why my ex wife and daughter hate me so much, because they always came second to my first love, science. It's not my fault. It's the question, the one that pops up with no hint of an answer. And the trickier the question, the more I'm attracted to it. That's why I married Alice. Her life is one gigantic question without even the vaguest answer. I've never seen a human being with so much cancerous cells inside them before. Fact: she should have died some 5 years ago. Reality: she's alive and very healthy. You see what I mean? Do you see the question? Do you understand why I must find the answer?' – James Walters

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

The Hunger Games review

hunger games I'm not a professional at reviewing books, so I'm going to keep this concise: this book rocks. It doesn't get any simpler than that. Katniss is my new girl-hero.

I am miffed that the sequel isn't coming out until September. Why? What's the deal? Why punish us!? I want it now!

Graceling_Cover_jpeg Next on my list: Graceling.

Speaking of which, check THIS out:

Fire Cool, huh? That’s the cover of the sequel (or prequel) to Graceling. There’s a saying that goes, ‘Do not judge a book by it’s cover.’ That’s going to be a lot difficult with this one, if you ask me. How can you not love Fire when it has a cover like that!?

This is what being British is all about

http://www.channel4.com/programmes/would-you-save-a-stranger/catch-up

Quite frankly disgusting, if you ask me. This seems to be a common trait amongst most British people, especially those born of the older generation – they stick their noses up, turn away, and pretend like nothing's happening, like the bad stuff going down around the will float away in the unpredictable manner of unsettled dust particles.

A 12 year-old gets pummelled repeatedly and you sit there and stare like mindless buffoons? Wow!

The funny thing is, British adults are so damn opinionated about everything ... and now, as the video proves, even bigger cowards.

It begins now...

As promised earlier, my blog has undergone some pretty subtle reconstructions. If you're a regular visitor, you'll notice the new nifty stuff I've added at the right-hand-corner, all of which are related to books. Yes, books, books, books. That's what majority of my blogs will entail from now on – books written by me, books written by them, and probably books written by you. I'll be putting up short stories from time to time for the fun of it, though I can't guarantee that this practice will persist at a consistent rate. The reason is I'm currently working on my book and school work. At the same time. It's tough but I'm surviving.

So, here we go. A new blog. A new beginning. And I will start with my book.

Unfortunately, I really can't give too much info about the plot – not even a synopsis. Why? Well, it is top secret, and I took an oath of silence to a bunch of queer rabbits in my backyard, swearing I would die first before revealing even the smallest content of my book until it was published. I even assured them that they alone would enjoy a two-year exclusive reading rights before anyone else in the world got their hands and eyes on my book (mental note: when I acquire an agent and an editor I'll talk to them about this. I'm sure they'll be able to hold off mass distribution until my backyard-rabbits are done reading).

What I can say is that the process of transforming my insane ideas into the well presentable format that is widely known as a novel is going smoothly, as far as I can tell.

The book is rather different from others I've written (and haven't or will never publish) in the past; for example, I create a WORD document for each chapter rather than typing everything all in one document, and these chapters aren't called "Chapters," they're called "Episodes". It's an idea that crawled into my head after I embarked on a South Park marathon in 2007. No, no, my book isn't a comedy or anything as such; it's action, drama and urban sci-fi all jumbled together.

The book isn't in a serialised set-up either, but there are some episodes that do read like individual short stories. However, together they tell a much bigger and interesting tale (I hope).

By my calculation there are approximately 56 characters that make appearances in several scenes scattered throughout the book. Most of these characters play minor roles, of course. 6 of them play major roles, thus the bulk of the story is told from their perspective (there are quite a few exceptions – i.e., there's an episode that is written from the British Prime Minister's third-person viewpoint).

So far, I have written 22 episodes and x words. Yep, x words, because until I combine these episodes together I can't tell you how many words I've written. But I'm sure it's not a small book. I think the smallest episode is 4 pages long, and the biggest is over 28 pages long. This is all based on the first draft, so there's going to be plenty of changes ... including plenty of new episodes haha!

The book is part of a series, reason being that the mythology governing the threads which string my numerous plotlines together is way too big and can't be encompassed in one book. However, my aim is to present my book so that it reads without feeling anti-climatic: "Oh crap, I need to buy the sequel to find out what happens!" I don't want my readers feeling like that. I want the book to be able to stand on its own.

If the book does get picked as a series (hopefully, fingers crossed) I would aspire to explore other characters I've created over the course of time. What do I mean? My book has a star-billing system whereby a character takes central focus or appears in more episodes than other major characters. In the sequel I would like to switch that focus to another character, meaning a minor character in one book may become a major character in the next. It's my way of keeping things fresh. Yes, there is a danger to this – what if the other characters are not that interesting? All I can say is that I have faith in my characters. I've worked tirelessly on them, trying to make them act, talk, feel and react as humans would, and I'm sure you lot will love them when you get to finally meet them. Not all of you, certainly, but with a bit of luck most of you will!

There you have it. Now, I'm off to continue writing. By the way, it's 6am in the morning and I haven't had a shuteye. The story of my life.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Blog under construction...

I've decided to focus my blogs on my writing progress and my road to publishing. So there's going to be less blogs about random stuff and more blogs about my work-in-progress (WIP).

I'll have to make a couple of minor changes here and there, and then I'll be back, blogging full time. I have so much to talk about, I don't know where to start...