Crash
Hm. I’m still garnering new twitter followers, but I’m forced to conclude that last week’s frenetic teaching failed to have any significant positive impact. Eleven hours of work (roughly double what I usually do in a week), for (probably) not a single extra follower.
Today I linked to various other young adult author’s blogs – and linked them back to twittertales.wordpress.com with reviews. Another long shot.
I think I have one magic weapon left – teaching older kids. I should be able to hit at least three or four schools. If that fails, then. . . well, we’ll see.
A lot of my plans are a slow burn and/or a wide spread – blogs, facebook, critique groups, Youtube (about 100 hits so far, which seems pretty good), community news sites, etc. The theory is that if I knock on enough doors, some will open. The other theory is that this whole thing is like pushing a rock over a mountain – once I get to the top, it suddenly gets VERY easy. But I may never reach the top.
Still working. *shrug* There’s no way of telling how this will end. It all depends on whether people tell their friends about the story, I think.
Companion to Day Nine: Book Reviews
YES it is possible to accidentally make a ship go backwards. I know, because I did it on the Young Endeavour. (Angles of wind and so forth – if you turn so the wind is coming toward you, those big white sail thingys do what they’re supposed to do: catch it, and make you go in the same direction. Oops.)
Today’s special feature is linkages to as many YA authors as I really like, that have comment-capability on their blogs. I’ll post their blog addresses after each name (it’s in alphabetical order). Most of the reviews have already appeared in my other blog, felicitybloomfield.wordpress.com, along with a Richard Harland interview.
CASSANDRA CLARE
http://cassandraclare.livejournal.com/
City of Bones
City of Ashes
City of Glass
ie the Mortal Instruments series
(Also the infamous Lord of the Rings Secret Diaries – mature content – as Cassandra Claire.)
Free sample: Clary shook her head. “Don’t stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?”
“Of course there are,” Jace informed her. “Although you mostly find zombies farther South, where the voudun priests are.”
“What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. No-one believes in mummies.”
“They don’t?”
“Of course not.”
Review: I read the three books in three days – many people have. They are extremely addictive. Funny, with well-drawn characters and an involving story. Mild cliffhangers at the end of books one and two (a plot line is left dangling in the foreground, but the main characters don’t get stabbed in the final paragraph or anything like that). Clare is a master of vivid description.
The second-biggest plot is an extremely angsty love triangle (which some people will find sickening in one or more aspects). It’s written very very well – and the main character does at least try to do the right thing – but angst is still too big a plot line for my liking. On the other hand, every aspect of the relationship/s has a strong bearing on the main plot, and every character is going to stick with me (unfortunately, a lot of the non-love-triangle characters are left relatively undeveloped except for promising hints). The love plotlines really reminded me of what it was like to be a teenager in love but trying to not be selfish or stupid – they are seriously well-written (sooooo much better than a certain Bella). The main character does sometimes make stupid decisions, and although the plotting has been done very well over the three books some of it is a bit transparent (I guessed or figured out several things before the characters did). Other parts are so clever they made me gasp.
Rating: M (seriously scary violence, including an attempted rape by a demon – brief but creepy), adult themes including homosexuality and incest (no sex happens on-screen at any time). Bad things do happen, including death/s of good people.
Recommended for: age 10 and up, including adults.
EOIN COLFER
Artemis Fowl
Six books in the series so far.
Free sample: Nguyen brought the cup trembling to his lips.
“Don’t be alarmed, Mister Xuan,” smiled Artemis. “The weapons will not be used on you.”
Nguyen didn’t seem reassured.
“No,” continued Artemis. “Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without the use of his armoury. Though I’m sure one would be quite sufficient.”
These are smart, interesting books. One reason is that they’re spy books – but definitely fantasy. (Fairies are real, they live mainly underground, and they have really awesome high-tech equipment – including strap-on wings.) Artemis is an interesting character (12-year old genius), and a sympathetic one – as are all the others. He’s meant to be a criminal mastermind (and he is), but he’s a decent kid, too. High adventure – but without compromising on intelligent writing.
Rating: G
Recommendation: 7 and up
NEIL GAIMAN
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/
Sandman comics (for adults)
Smoke and Mirrors (very much for adults)
Stardust (for anyone, but has sex – also in my top five books of all time – get the illustrated version)
Coraline (for children, but very scary)
The Graveyard Book (for everyone – wonderful stuff)
He write for both children and adults, so be very wary. Some of his stuff is R-rated.
The impression I get is that Gaiman is a lazy genius. Some of his stories strike like lightning, never to be forgotten. Others need editing.
The Graveyard Book has just won the Newberry Award (it’s one with a rep for being given to books that are intelligently, beautifully written – and utterly unreadable by humans). This has been widely hailed as the most enjoyable read to win the award ever. The book deserves every accolade it gets – it IS intelligently and beautifully written, but it’s also a ripping good story.
Rating: G/PG (some characters are dead)
Recommendation: all Earth citizens
ANTHONY HOROWITZ
http://www.anthonyhorowitz.com/
StormHunter
This is the beginning of a long and wildly successful series. (Not actually speculative fiction, sorry – spy genre.) It’s interesting to me that the good guy’s bosses are highly unpleasant and evil people. Horowitz’s style sucks, some plot twists are predictable, and his characters are cardboard cut-outs.
It was terribly fun to read. Terribly, terribly fun. I laughed out loud (with pleasure) at some of the ridiculous scenes. It’s described by the author as “adolescent fantasy” and it’s the best example I’ve read. (I confess I won’t be reading more, despite how enjoyable it was.)
Free sample [Our twelve-year old hero, Alex, is being attacked by two men on quad bikes. He has already managed to dispatch one guy AND steal his quadbike. Now he’s on his way to dispatching the other – who, like the first but unlike Alex, has a gun]: The quads were getting closer and closer, moving faster all the time. The man couldn’t shoot him now, not without losing control. Far below, the waves glittered silver, breaking against the rocks. The edge of the cliff flashed by. The noise of the other quad filled Alex’s ears. The wind rushed into him, hammering at his chest and face. It was like the old-fashioned game of chicken. . .”
Rating: PG (unrealistic violence, including death)
Age recommendation: age 7 to 17
**MARIANNE DE PIERRES (who, incidentally, read one of my novel openings in a competition and stopped me at the con to tell me how fabulous I am)
Nylon Angel etc
Gritty futuristic world, shining with imagination. She has a tough main character (this is the beginning of a series) with a serious and interesting problem. I enjoyed it, and would have read on except this was definitely a world where rape was common, and I just can’t handle that.
Rating: M (violence, rape in past and probably future)
Recommended for: 14 and up, including adults.
PHILIP PULLMAN
Northern Lights (Golden Compass in North America)
Subtle Knife
The Amber Spyglass
Free sample: Lyra stopped beside the master’s chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the Hall.
“You’re not taking this seriously,” whispered her daemon. “Behave yourself.”
Review: Philip Pullman is a truly fanatic atheist – and a true master of storytelling. This story sprawls a bit in all the lies and schemes going on, but it sprawls because it’s so magnificent and epic. It wasn’t until book three that I realised Pullman didn’t just hate the church but hated God – that’s when his convictions leaked into the story the most clearly (the book was written as an answer to Milton). But I was still impressed by the originality of what he did with the character of God.
Rating: PG (violence, symbolic sex, religious theme)
Recommendation: age 7 and up, definitely including adults
Ruby in the Smoke
Shadow in the North
The Tiger in the Well
The Tin Princess
There’s not a hint of preachiness in this series. Each book is a truly fun, original adventure tale set in 19th-century England. the Tiger in the Well has a particularly interesting plot (it’s improved if you read the books in order, but you don’t have to).
Rating: PG (sex)
Recommendation: 10 and up, definitely including adults.
Companion to Day Eight: Seasickness
About 60% of new sailors get seasick (more women than men). It usually lasts only two or three days, and then you’re fine (unless the weather changes significantly and rapidly – which, at sea, it does). Captain Sol, Ulandin and Oldy are just lucky they don’t get sick.
It’s horrible. If you go below decks, it usually gets worse (plus you’re farther from the railing, which is where your spew is. . . disposed of). But if you’re on deck, all you can see in any direction is the sea. . . the lurching, heaving, tossing sea, which is making you sicker with every swell. It’s a little like realising the seafood is off, but being unable to stop shovelling it in your mouth.
When you throw up, though, it feels fantastic (unless you’ve been doing it a bit, in which case it feels. . . less good). One of my proudest moments at sea was on a rainy day at the beginning of our voyage.
I hadn’t thrown up for about twelve hours, and I was feeling pretty good. The square sails needed to be taken in, so I and my team leader climbed the mast to the very top and began fiddling with ropes. We had to go slow, because we were waiting for another newbie, who was taking her time. I grew sicker and sicker as she hesitated, made conversation, and whined about the cold wind.
The newbie piked completely when it began to rain. She went away. I and the staff guy stayed aloft, clinging on to the slippery sails and tugging on stiff ropes as the wind blew the whole ship from side to side.
I felt very very cold, then very hot, then very very cold. Also wet. The ropes burned my hands. The sails (hard as plywood) burned my hands. The thread on the sails (like wire) scraped my skin.
And I knew I was going to vomit.
With seconds left, I called out, “Watch under!” and let fly. My vomit spread across my sail and the yardarm directly below me – but the wind is so intense at the top of the mast that the rest blew away.
Then I finished tying up the sail, and THEN I climbed down.
PS For several days, all I ate was crackers. I hate crackers, but the dry saltiness was the most wonderful food to me during that time.
Companion to Day Seven: Sleep
You can’t just park a ship. You can anchor it, but you still need at least one or two people keeping watch (apart from anything else, an anchor chain is long and can get twisted if the ship is getting turned around and around for hours. A ship never sleeps. If someone’s always awake on a ship, that means someone’s always asleep.
Captain Sol likes working at night, especially alone, so today Ulandin and Oldy are keeping watch (even though they’re not quickeners and can’t do anything except wake Sol if something happens).
When I sailed on the Young Endeavour, we wore harnesses whenever we climbed the rigging and almost all the time we were on deck. These were like abseiling harnesses, with big metal eyes and tight bindings.
On one occasion, after finishing my shift, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep face down on the deck – while still wearing the harness (one part of which left me with a bruise). I also grew used to sleeping in all my clothes, including my harness, wet weather gear (like a giant stiff tracksuit) and my shoes and socks.
But it wasn’t so bad. After all, worse things happen at sea. . .
Companion to Day Six: Magic
Hello to all the kids I met today, who invented wonderful stories for me
– the handsome prince with bed-wetting issues
– the flying dog with a taste for leg of schoolboy, and
– the horrifying – but delicious – sludge monster, Jim.
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The tropical world of the story is called Rahana. Rahana is populated by humans, and many are born with magical ability – roughly one-third of the population.
The three types of magic are:
Quickensmith/Quickener (like Captain Sol): Can move any kind of object – including humans (very crudely, eg she can make part of their body cave in, or send a person flying across the room as if they’ve been punched super hard).
Healsmith/Healer (like Oldy – not that it’s been mentioned yet): Can heal people (although a poor healer sometimes makes things worse).
Feelsmith/Feeler (doesn’t come up in this story): Can read or transmit emotion.
All three magic skills require physical touch – but the lightest brush of a hand is enough.
There are a few other (extremely rare) types of magic on Rahana, but they are not well understood.
In Captain Sol’s time, using quickening to make a ship sail is considered extremely bad luck.
One thing sailors and writers have in common is that sheer luck has a huge influence on our lives. That makes both groups either neurotic, superstitious, or both. But writers’ bad luck only makes them poor. Sailors’ bad luck gets them horribly killed. There’s a REASON people say worse things happen at sea.
Any day now, Harper Collins will respond to my young adult book, “Stormhunter”. I know it’s good enough (partly because they themselves have told me so). I just need a little luck.
Guess I’d better conduct my entire work day on one leg, in case THAT helps.
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Incidentally, here’s the YouTube video of the “Worse Things Happen at Sea” launch (a flashmob):
Companion to Day Five: Interview with Captain Sol
Before I begin, hello to Leo, Nathan, Michael and Nikki!
Like the other interviews, this is conducted by Louise Curtis and plays in real-time (so Louise Curtis magically dropped in on the island pictured at the top of this blog, and ran into a hungry – but rich – Captain Sol).
Interview
I found Sol wandering the twisty streets with a hungry look in her eye and a full look to her pockets. Her hair was slicked back with tar even on land, and the stench was overpowering. She was painfully thin, and wore a permanent mocking smile. The man behind her never took his eyes off her.
She saw me looking, and motioned her companion away with an economical swipe of her arm.
Sol: I didn’t steal nothing from you.
Louise: I didn’t say you did.
Sol: Stop looking at me funny then.
Louise: I — sorry Sol.
Sol: Captain Sol.
Louise: Er. Yes of course – captain. So. . . would you mind telling me a little bit about yourself – where you grew up, perhaps?
Sol: Run away.
Louise: Pardon?
Sol: Run.
Louise: Please don’t look at me like that. I — never mind!
*Louise flees*
*Sol smirks, gestures for Ulandin to follow, and continues on her way*
Louise dressed as Sol (except Sol would use real tar and real blood, and has dark skin)
The Redwood Tree
Probably my greatest achievement today (other than survival, which really is impressive at present) is that I didn’t eat pancakes for lunch. Instead I ate two slices of toast – butter and cinnamon sugar on one; nutella and butter on the other. Baby steps. . .
(My limitation of fifty grams of chocolate a day is going well – I’m slightly ahead of myself and finding substitute binges, but overall eating daily pancakes is a huge improvement on eating a 250 gram block of Cadbury each day).
And here’s another true story Ben told me the other day.
At Oxford university, one of the beautiful old buildings has a central column made from the trunk of a mature redwood tree. Unfortunately, the building is five hundred years old, and the redwood began to deteriorate – putting the whole building in jeopardy. The Oxford people didn’t know what to do. They longed to find another redwood to restore the building to its former glory, but redwoods are extremely rare and take centuries to grow. Months passed as people tried to figure out a useable substitute. Then someone realised that among Oxford’s many land holdings is a grove of redwoods.
As it turns out, when that particular building was made, the builders realised the redwood wouldn’t last forever. So they thought ahead – half a millenium ahead – and planted a selection of replacements.
Companion to Day Four: Videos
There’s not much to discuss about today’s tweet except to sigh and say, “Young love. . .”
Speaking of the young, hello to the kids I met today! Jordan, Sam, Britney, Alexandro (selamat malam!), Thomas and Hazel.
Look for “Pirate Flashmob Canberra” on YouTube and hopefully you’ll find the movie of the mob! Let me know if you do/don’t.
Lost and Confounded
Yesterday I got into the car to go and promote my twitter tale at another school. The route was remarkably simple – from the main road I travel on almost every day, I had just two turns to make (both to the right).
I cunningly made a wrong turn.
I cunningly confirmed the turn was correct by observing the name of the first street was correct (it happens to join that street and the correct one).
I cunningly continued driving for another twenty minutes, telling myself that the street looked different because of the time of day (um. . . ).
I cunningly drove into the wrong state of our fine country.
I cunningly realised my error at precisely the time I was due to begin my day’s work at a school I have never worked at before – where one of my new aunt-in-laws teaches, and had recommended me (based on – what? My ability to drink champagne at family events?)
I cunningly realised that I didn’t have any possible numbers to call to tell anyone relevant what was going on.
I cunningly discovered that neither did my husband. And his mum’s phone was, by then, switched off. Because she was at work.
I did find my way – rather easily, it must be said. I even parked in the right carpark (the teachers’ one). I may have been hyperventilating a little as I grabbed my bag, keys, and phone and hurriedly stumbled out of the vehicle.
I cunningly sensed something was wrong.
I cunningly looked at the keys in my hand (I’ve locked them in the car – in the keyhole – once already since beginning work on the twitter tale).
Nope. They weren’t in the car. In fact, the car door was still open.
And moving.
The car was rolling steadily backward on a collision course with a perfectly innocent van.
I cunningly stared at it, thinking I was imagining things.
I cunningly dived in through the open door and grabbed the handbrake. (Again with the superhero moves.)
I drove the car back, put it in park, but the handbrake on, and went to work.
And the day went well. I’m teaching at the school again today.
I think there’s a moral to this story. Too bad.
Today I’m “riding with the red baron” (which makes standing up – while, for instance, teaching – painful). I’m also sitting, at 6am, at the hosue where I’ll be overnight nannying all this week (the mum just left and at least one child is still crying). I’m also teaching at three more schools on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday – while also tutoring, and editing the twitter tale.
What could possibly go wrong?
I think the key is to plan my breakdowns – rather than weeping and cursing spontaneously at a crowd of 10-year olds, I’ll spend my afternoons eating, crying, and sleeping (between class teaching and private tutoring sessions). That will probably get me through until Saturday, when I can do it all day.
Last night my partner and I edited the flashmob video, so I’ll be posting it various places (beginning with my other blog – twittertales.wordpress.com) this afternoon (hopefully).
Companion to Day Three: Food
Hello to Dorian, Scott and Hayley who I met today (along with the rest of their classes)!
Like Ulandin (the person telling the story of, “Worse Things Happen at Sea”, I love food. Here’s a recipe for soto (Javanese chicken soup) which I invented after eating it at Jakarta airport.
Ingredients:
1 Onion
Asian spices
A clove of garlic
Half a kilo of chicken in small pieces (no bones)
Sweet soy sauce (kecap manis)
Lime juice
One can coconut milk
Four boiled eggs
Prawn crisps
Two fresh tomatoes, sliced into about eight pieces each.
Cooked rice to serve four people
Method:
Fry the onion, garlic and spices, then add and lightly fry the chicken. Add the coconut milk, plus as much sweet soy sauce and lime juice as tastes good to you (perhaps two tablespoons each). Simmer until it’s cooked, then add the tomato at the last moment.
Serve with rice, quartered boiled eggs, prawn crisps and quartered limes – with extra sweet soy sauce if anyone wants it.
Serves four.
YUM
Felicity Banks 