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Happy Weekend!
Just a few dispatches from booknerd central:

Via SF Signal, those who review SF/F books will want to take note of a writer’s project. S.M. Duke requests: What I’m asking is this: For every book you read in the SF or F genre, take a note of which ethnic, religious, social groups are present within a work in a significant way. What this means is if the main character or a significant character is White, Black, or Asian, then write that down. The same applies to religions and significant social groups (feminists, ACLU types, etc.). They must be significant presences, not just a mention. If there is a strong Catholic presence, say so. If you don’t know what religion is present, but there is one, just say unknown…I’d like to address gender too. Mention main characters that are male or female and secondary, but significant characters that are male or female (make them separate to differentiate). This will allow me to gather as much data as I can on this.

A lot of time is spent talking about racial disparities in literature, especially SF/F. Could it be that someone now is going to do something about it? Hmmm!

Meanwhile, Jen Robinson now has eyes!

Guest Blogger: Sherri L. Smith!!

We’re so VERY excited to introduce YA author Sherri L. Smith!

Sherri is the author of Lucy the Giant, a novel about a tall girl from the immense state of Alaska who tries to lose herself and her past in the wilds — and finds out what it means to have someone care enough to find you. Lucy’s story was Sherri’s first novel, and one of our all-time favorite Under Radar Recommendations from last summer.

Sherri’s other novels include the 2009 Louisiana Young Readers’ Choice Award nominee, Sparrow, a novel about a young woman coming to terms with losing her “real” family and taking the risk to create her own. Sherri’s most recent novel is today’s highlighted middle grade title, Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet. Ana Shen’s incredibly stressful, terrible, horribly funny 8th grade graduation day is filled with too much family, too little time, grudges, grumpiness, growth and acceptance — and a little bit of romance, too. Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet lands in bookstores today!

Sherri has graciously agreed to be our guest blogger today, and A. Fortis and I are happy to join the conversation. We encourage you to join in, too, as Sherri has graciously provided us a copy of her book to give away in a random drawing! We’ll be choosing one name at random from all those who comment, so don’t forget to take your chance!

And now for the good part!


Black and White and Read All Over by Sherri L. Smith

Last fall, I taught my first writing class at a local university extension program. Several of my students asked me if it was okay to write outside of their ethnicity. Could a white woman write a convincing Latina pre-teen? Should an African-American woman write about a white girl, or for that matter, a white boy? As an African-American woman about to publish a novel about a Chinese-/African-American girl, my answer on all counts was “Yes, yes, yes!” This class of mine witnessed the birth of several young adult novels that will no doubt one day be sold as “multicultural.” But, let’s get one thing straight—multicultural is a made-up word. The proverbial “Great American Novel” by its very name is a multicultural novel—America is made up of too many different peoples for it to be otherwise.

A.F.: This is definitely something that comes up in writing classes—and I’m so pleased that your answer was “Yes!”—when usually, imagination seems to be discouraged in favor of “write what you know,” and, in extreme cases, even knowledge is discouraged in favor of “write what you are.”

It’s something that really hits home for me, too, as someone of (VERY) mixed ethnicity. I sometimes feel self-doubt about what sort of characters I “can” or “should” be writing about. And if I’m only “allowed” to write what I know, is it really authentic for me to write about either white European-American culture OR Pakistani-American culture when I never quite felt entirely at home in either? Can I write about Costa Rican families because of my stepfather? Aussie families because of my half-sister, or Chinese-American families like my husband’s?

Tad: If you start pruning down your options from that point, it can go even further. Maybe I can only write characters with certain religious ideologies, and you can only write atheists. Maybe I can only write characters who have lived in certain places, have only a specific social or economic class, and on and on and on, until what we allow ourselves to write and vicariously experience is very narrow indeed. That can’t be right…

It’s a mixed blessing that “multicultural” has become a buzz word in kid lit in the past few years, as if suddenly (suddenly!) the cleanly segregated masses started interbreeding and now we have to contend with this new species called “other people.” What will “they” read? How will “they” relate to society? Who will write for “them”? The fact is the faces of young adult readers have always come in many colors, even if the protagonists have not. The multi-ethnic audience is nothing new. It is a shame that the industry pretends otherwise. While racial bias has always existed in Western literature (ever notice how ethnicity is often only a descriptor if a character is not Caucasian, making White Anglo Saxon the default for most characters?), at least there is now a forum for discussing it and a movement toward more diversity.

Tad: Hah. I love that “Suddenly.” Suddenly we’re left with, oh dear, the faceless “them.” It really is ironic that suddenly multiculturalism is popular, even as it’s also “othered” to the extent where it seems to merely underscore that “multicultural” means “not like me.” It’s almost just an additional minority group.

AF: It’s certainly not a bad thing to move towards more diversity in literature, and there is a place—an important one—for writing that discusses these topics themselves and lets readers know that it’s okay and normal and even good, sometimes, to worry about racial and ethnic and cultural stuff.

So, if the publishing industry has been ignoring the diverse make-up of readers until now, how is it that people from all over the world have been enjoying the exact same books for years? I’m not talking about today’s heavily-marketed, printed-in-30-languages blockbusters that are specifically created to pre-sell worldwide. I mean the longstanding, tried and true novels written when the world was a bit smaller, certainly less accessible, and nowhere near as ethnically-blended as it is today. Books like J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan or, Jane Austen’s Persuasion, or my personal childhood favorite, E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web. Answer this question, and you have the secret to writing for a multicultural audience.


Need a hint?


Okay, I’ll give you the answer—don’t write for race, write for people. My favorite definition in the world is for the word “humanities.” You know, the classes in high school and college that cover literature, art, music, history and dance? The definition is “that which makes us human.” That’s as multicultural as you can get, and as expressive. My novel, Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet is about a girl who is both Chinese- and African-American, but first and foremost it is about a 14-year-old girl with a crush and a family that drives her bonkers. Sound familiar? Even if you aren’t biracial?

AF: I just love this, and it’s so tellingly sad that the humanities are often the first to go when there are budget cuts in education…what then happens to our perception of ourselves as human? Of others? Of what it means to be human?

Tad: And even as I agree SO wholeheartedly with this (and YAY, Persuasion!), I find that it’s very tricky. Maybe I’ve never had to “deal” with race and ethnicity within myself — accepting my own hybridized African- and – Greek and Choctaw American has left me more open to the idea that even if it isn’t readily apparent, we’re all made up of more than one race or culture. Since my work is now scrutinized by more eyes than my own, though, I find that I get… nervous about how the race of my characters is perceived. I’ll never forget being asked by another student during my MFA program why I wasn’t “representing.” Seriously, someone wanted to know why my characters weren’t “more African American.” Who knew there was a gradient scale!

One of the reason that YA literature has had such a great appeal for me is that it uncovered the commonality of the human experience. It reminded me that everybody is ashamed, giddy, looks foolish, feels stupid, can’t sleep, gets acne or burps at inopportune times, or is so happy they feel like they can’t contain it — sometimes. We are all siblings under the skin at least once or twice a day, because humanity has some common denominators, despite its various outer wrappings.

If you write true emotions, all readers will be able to relate to them. Will you have critics? Undoubtedly. But don’t let that stop you. If the community you write about takes issue with your work, the challenge is for them to write their own stories. Encourage your critics to tell their own truths, and help you to develop a better understanding of their world. Do your research, be truthful, insightful and as accurate as you can be when writing another culture, and undoubtedly the strength of the story will shine through. Don’t let the color of your skin, or the pronunciation of your last name, keep you from writing outside the “Check one” racial identity box. We are human. We are multifaceted, and that is all the “multi”culture you need.

Copyright © 2008, by Sherri L. Smith

AF: There’s so much strength in this idea. What better way to learn about others than to teach each other, to go out there and read and research and learn? Someone’s got to be doing that research and writing, helping others learn—and the more, the merrier. Sherri, I’m so glad that you communicate such positive and constructive messages to your writing classes. It’s much more conducive to creativity and learning than insisting people stay within that “check one” box.

Tad: Exactly. I can only hope to encourage other people through my own work to step out there and find out about their own and other cultures and groups and open up dialogue about their discoveries. It really opens up worlds of potential to think that you have the right to write well any story that you choose. That’s awesome.


Sherri, thank you for stopping by. We’re feeling inspired by our conversation about ethnicity, race and writing, and we’re grateful you agreed to chat with us today!

The book is Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet, a tasty title found at a bookstore near you as of this Tuesday! This funny – excruciating – horrible and wonderful account of Ana Shen’s 8th grade graduation dinner will appeal to everyone who’s ever been the member of a loving family — and would (sometimes) like to be (FAR far away), um, elsewhere…

Sherri’s Hot, Sour, Salty Sweet Blogtour continues! Celebrate the Lunar New Year and African American History Month with Ana Shen and her Chinese and African American families at:

February 18, 2008 @ Bildungsroman
February 21, 2008 @ The YA YA YAs
February 26, 2008 @ Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast
February 28, 2008 @ The Brown Bookshelf.

Don’t forget to join the conversation! Jump in with your thoughts and become eligible to win a copy of Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet. And don’t miss these other thoughtful reviews of Sherri’s work.

New Year’s Rat courtesy of A. Fortis.

Biracial: Containing or concerning two racial groups

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No matter if you’re talking about readers in your library, students in your classroom, or presidential candidates, it’s fairly apparent that multiculturalism is nowadays a BIG topic. It’s a buzz-word, and people like to toss it around, some to give themselves the idea that they are ticking off all of the boxes, “identifying” all of the “groups” who have needs that need to be “met.” Instead of thinking of “multi” cultures, this week we’re thinking about… races. Being biracial isn’t something that gets a lot of ink. Under the homogenizing umbrella of multiculturalism, there are very few venues for people who identify as biracial to have a voice.

What does it mean to be biracial? What are you if your “other” race doesn’t show? Does choosing one race over the other mean that you’re “selling out” or “siding” with one or the other? Is there a way to not choose, to avoid classification, to identify with both?

Or is there a way to disassociate with both sides, and come up with something totally new?

Questions of identity and invisibility come up over and over again for people whose single body embraces two races or many. Do you have answers to those questions? Would you dare to write about them?

Sherri L. Smith did.
And that’s why she’s our guest blogger THIS TUESDAY.

Don’t miss Sherri L. Smith’s mini-blog tour for Hot, Sour, Salty, Sweet!

February 12, 2008 @ HERE, Finding Wonderland
February 18, 2008 @ Bildungsroman
February 21, 2008 @ The YA YA YAs
February 26, 2008 @ Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast
February 28, 2008 @ The Brown Bookshelf – Sherri is the final featured author in the “28 Days Later” Black History Month Celebration of Children’s Literature.

Tour de Blogosphere


All right: I’ve got my excuses for why I’ve been blog mum lined right up. First up, Cybils – the great “drop everything and read” days have begun in earnest! Second, just today I’ve been on a train for two hours, walking through the gorgeous town of St. Andrews for another hour, window-shopping (It’s the best way to shop right now; one avoids the caroling, which one DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR UNTIL DECEMBER), and I’ve been reading blogs for the past two hours, just trying to catch up. What is with you people that you all have something to say the minute I turn my back?! (BTW: this is a picture of Glasgow Uni; don’t have my photo-sucking-off-the-cellphone-camera gear here in St. A’s. Oh well.)

Had a good laugh over Meg Cabot er, revitalizing Little Women. She tells the story as it’s never been told, probably for good reason… I am having to admit a grudging affection for ol’ Meg. Drat.

More bizarre-ness comes in the form of the newest Gilda Joyce — I am SUCH a fan of this wacky sleuthing chick, with her bizarre couture choices, though they worry Gail at Original Content just a bit.

Have you ever heard of The YoungMinds Award? It is sponsored by the ever-amazing Phillip Pullman. YoungMinds is the UK’s leading mental health charity, providing information and help for various populations. The book that won the award this year is Still Here With Me, by Suzanne Sjöqvist, which deals with young adults expressing themselves after the loss of a parent. I love that Pullman sponsors this; the premise of the whole award is to recognize “the role that writers can provide in allowing adults to see the world through children’s eyes.” Fitting.

Poor Mitali bemoans her inability to remove her critical thinking cap when viewing Disney movies. Heck, I can’t either — I tend to get tetchy when I see sexism, racism, and other little bits of intolerance disguised as the status quo. As I’ve said in the Brown Bookshelf discussion, I think aggressive idealism is needed in this world. If we can point out that things aren’t right, using humor and charm, we can support things being different. After watching Aquafortis’ suggested film, The Miniature Earth Project, I can only appreciate that point of view even more.

Another interesting thought on ethnicity in the United States comes from Salon, who recently published a piece on the idea that race is dying. This really tied in to some of the discussions in which a group of intrepid thinkers has engaged on the topic. We’ve talked about what are the markers of “white,” and why it seems that authors who portray African American or brown or minority characters in books always seem to portray them as issue stories where their race is a factor. We’ve talked about the fact that this is often forced upon the writers, but no one has broached the subject of what it might mean to have novels filled with characters who don’t make race an issue. No one has discussed what I call “the snack schizophrenia” — Oreos, Bananas, Crackers… I will always appreciate Justina Chen Headley’s Nothing But the Truth (& A Few White Lies), because she fearlessly took on the subject of “acting white,” which is such a wearisomely common accusation.

And what does that mean? Isn’t that a good question…

Every year I snicker over this “only in the UK” news item — the Bad Sex Award. YA author Meg Rosoff on why she really doesn’t want to ever write a sex scene…

While everybody and Roger Sutton have been fussing about that Kindle thing from Amazon, the Booksellers Association and the Publishers Association have adopted a resolution to reduce their carbon imprint by 10% by 2015. There are some pretty big publishing houses in those two groups, including Penguin and HarperCollins, so it is hoped that this can actually make a difference. The question I have is how it will make a difference to writers. Will publishers and agents finally begin te discussion about electronic rights that has been so long in coming?

Finally, Cloudscome posts a great review on The Daring Book for Girls, and the authors take over at the Powell’s Blog for a few more thoughts on girlhood. I now want to learn how to make a willow whistle and read up on their section on dangerous things — which encompasses high heeled shoes, which I still haven’t really learned to navigate, and roller coasters, which I (kind of) have. Here’s to girlhood — if you’re not careful, it can fly by too fast. Kind of like childhood, which, as Kim & Jason say, is up to us, this time around.

If I can’t make a willow whistle, I’m at least going to try out the high-heels…

In Which She Espouses Dissenting Opinions

A fellow blogger once jokingly (I think?) compared my commentary to the dulcet tones of an NPR correspondent when referencing the fact that I try to disagree… nicely. Well, for all that I’m trying to still be pleasant, I think I am about to prise open a dirt-encrusted can of worms here.

I have read about the Brown Bookshelf and 28 Days Later at many, MANY blogs, and thus we have not reissued that information here. However, that’s not just because everyone else is linking to the project, and not because, overall, the project isn’t a good idea. As this is the brainchild of authors and illustrators interested in highlighting some of the ‘flying under the radar’ best in children’s literature written by African Americans, what’s not to like? I’m definitely behind that. It’s just the euphonious euphemism of the name The Brown Bookshelf that has left a little niggling feeling of discomfort.

It’s partially because I am on a quest for names. I had a discussion recently with another blogger who professed a great dislike for the word multicultural — and while I wholeheartedly took her point about the word usually being substituted for ‘a nonspecific racial or ethnic book’ and packaged as something of a requirement which people are happy to fill with any old book in order to check it off their reading list, I asked what she wanted books about peoples of the non-dominant culture living their normal lives to be called — noting that that is far too long a description to put on library shelves. We still haven’t come to a firm conclusion on that, but admit that it’s the semantics that bother us. Names are words that claim things. Maybe I’m just feeling odd about the claim on the word ‘brown.’

Admittedly, that might simply be a California sensibility. Where I’m from, “brown” people are all people of color, in our own peculiar tribe. I am brown with my Chicas and my Pinays, my Desi and my Native friends, and “it’s all good,” to use the colloquialism. I want to be clear: I am not coming out against this worthy project or the people who are involved and in support of it. (DON’T bother sending me comments on that topic, I will just delete them without giving you the courtesy of a response.) All I am saying is that to ME brown is a bigger word.

I blame Colleen. (Mainly because that’s fun, but also because) I credit her with this train of thought, since her post today really struck a chord. Brown people are a part of my tribe. They’re African Americans, though they’re only part of the circle. My tribe is not just women, certainly, or minorities even. My tribe is vast — and is represented for me by the word brown. When we talk about promoting the Brown Bookshelf, I think of books for every child who is outside of the dominant culture. We so very much need to be promoting that, to be wary of further splintering and other-ing and marginalizing, even for the best of reasons.

So, I need my tribe of brown people to be bigger than only African Americans.

Those are my two centavos. Despite the post-apocalyptic viral pandemic zombie movie title, 28 Days Later is a great way to extend the traditional five minutes of Black History Month into something a bit more meaningful. Bravo. You know we can only be all for that.



This is, officially, My Two Cents and a Writing Tip, (which, put together, won’t even get you a cup of coffee, but what are you going to do?)


“Just because it happened to you doesn’t make it interesting.”

That is one of my favorite writing quotes and apparently comes from a mid-90’s movie about a writer trying to make a book into a film. It was frequently said during my undergraduate days as my English 102 professor tried to explain to us the delicate art of the narrative essay. After I finished laughing (at myself and my ludicrous grade), I wrote the phrase down in the margin of my paper, and I’ve tried to apply it ever since.

There are some writers who inject a bit of biography into every single work. I can think of a prominent author whose novels are her own life constantly repopulated with different names, towns and outfits — and with a new cover slapped on — voilà! a new story. This author’s political and spiritual essays sell better than her novels, which tend to be the same song over and over again.

In writing groups I’ve been in, I’ve seen writers project themselves so much into their stories (and sometimes the stories of others) that their characters don’t have any choice but to act exactly as the author might have acted. That’s not really great in terms of letting the creativity flow — and it begs the question of whether or not the writer is writing fiction. It’s a hard lesson to learn, but “just because it happened to you doesn’t make it interesting.” The key to writing good fiction, I think, is to prune yourself OUT of it.

Does this seem to totally go against the “write what you know” school of thought we all were forced to accept in school? Well… admittedly it does. But I think “write what you know” is one useful as far as writing what you know emotionally. I think the best writers are great big fakes who do a lot of research and immerse themselves into these deeply complex tapestries of a life outside their own experience and then find an emotional truth and write that against the big backdrop of Other. They are then IN the story — just, not as themselves, no so easily recognizable and didactic and intrusive. To me, just writing what you know can be very, very limiting… maybe that phrase needs to be updated to “write what you imagine you’d like to know.”

I love the Albert Camus quote, “Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.” As long as the elemental core of truth is in the story, it doesn’t matter how unlike you or your ideal self the characters behave. Fiction isn’t really about you after all, is it?

Whoooooooo!

HE WON! HE WON, HE WON, HE WON!!!!! And didn’t he look CUTE in his suit!?? And in answer to your question at Chasing Ray – we feel ENORMOUSLY lucky, blessed and privileged to have interviewed a National Book Award for Young People’s Literature winner — again. This is #2 for us — joining our SBBT interview with Gene Luen Yang!

We were SO crossing our fingers for this brilliant and funny and talented man — and this fabulous book, described to him by one teen as “the Catcher in the Rye for minorities.

Congratulations, Mr. Alexie,
Your fans A.F. and TadMack

Fun for Kids With an Interest in China

Sacramento Chinese Culture Foundation 沙加緬度中華文化基金會

Families with children from China, or those who have an interest in Asian languages and cultures are invited to the Northern California Wisdom Chinese School and World Journal Children’s Book and Gift Faire, November 3, 2007, from 11 a.m. – 4 pm, at the Bethany Presbyterian Church, 5625 – 24th Street in Sacramento (at Fruitridge Rd. and 24th Street, about .8 mi. west of Hwy 99).

Join us for a exciting multicultural children’s program. Highlights include:

12:30: Children’s author Oliver Chin reads from his newest book, Julie Black Belt.

1:00 pm: Join in a fun, spontaneous dramatization of Adventures of the Treasure Fleet: China Discovers the World, directed by the author of the book, Ann Martin Bowler.

2:00 pm: Hear Li Keng Wong, 81, author of Good Fortune: My Journey to Gold
Mountain
, talk about her memories of her journey to and her experience living on Angel Island, CA. She will also speak of the hardships and challenges her family faced as immigrants in California. (This, to me, would be the highlight of the day!)

3:00 pm: Free books and games raffle drawing.

Bilingual books, CDs, DVDs and other educational things in Asian and South Asian languages (including Vietnamese, Japanese, Hindi, Urdu, Thai, Hmong, Farsi,and Tagalog) are available from Asia for Kids, Asian American Curriculum Project, and Our Chinese Daughters Foundation. Dolls, toys and games from these cultures will be available as well. This is a great resource for teachers and home-schooling parents as well as multicultural children’s lit aficionados, as there are also resources available on teaching immigration history, diversity, tolerance, and racial awareness as well. If you’re a Bay Area person interested in learning about growing up in different cultures, and researching family traditions around the world, this is the place for you.

(*courtesy of Ann Martin Bowler, SCBWI NorCal member*)

A "Healthy Debate" And Other Weekend Odd Ends

NPR‘s All Things Considered yesterday had a interesting little piece on the so-called “urban” or “ghetto” literature not meeting favor in all corners, something that has been a bit of a controversy for years. Author Terry McMillian has written a scathing letter to the head editors at Simon & Schuster, excoriating them for elevating hip-hop, street culture, for being complicit in the exploitation of African American girls and women, and for allowing poorly written, barely edited street trash to be promoted beyond more literary novels.

Of course, Terry McMillian has her own reasons for her fury, but I laughed as the pleasant voice of NPR’s correspondent said that this would contribute to a “healthy debate” on the topic of urban/ghetto lit. Debate — what a polite, classroom word! I think she meant to say ‘screaming arguments.’

Supporters of urban literature are so enthusiastic about it. They insist that there are no drawbacks to the books; minority teens are now reading. In 2006, a Newsweek report added, “Hip-hop fiction is doing for 15- to 25-year-old African-Americans what ‘Harry Potter’ did for kids,” says Matt Campbell, a buyer for Waldenbooks. “Getting a new audience excited about books.”

Written in some cases by incarcerated authors, with titles like Baby Momma Drama, A Gangster’s Girl and Project Chick, the tsk-tsk-ing has gotten pretty loud from worried and unhappy urban lit detractors. It reminds me of the anxiety produced by the soap opera-esque Gossip Girls series. People worried then as now that the books glorify a certain trashy lifestyle, make illegalities look attractive, reinforce stereotypes and allow other books by more mature and mainstream authors to be ignored.

That last bit is probably pretty true. The publishing industry seems to revolve on money and marketing, and Urban Lit is a massive money-maker; it sells sex, it sells sizzle, it sells all of the things that are easily accessible in cities, easily digestible, don’t require a dictionary, and major publishing companies have leaped to take part in what is seen as a sure thing, in all likelihood ignoring other worthy projects. Unfortunately, that’s just kind of the way things go. In many circles the question is brought up, “Is it literature?” but I’m not sure defining the parameters of literature would actually answer the question. What I think people really are asking is this: “Is this appropriate? Is it worthy? Is it okay to like this?”

I’ve been helping my niece write a novel for the last year. She’s just turned eighteen, and is dead serious about this tragic morality play she’s creating, where a Good Girl does Bad Things and Pays A Price. It’s almost Shakespearean in its simplicity, and it occurs to me that many of the ‘urban lit’ novels are just the same. After reveling in the drug culture, gambling, pimping and excess, quite a few of the novels end with jail or death — which might seem a strange end for young adult literature, but it does reveal cause and effect, and the books are being read…

When it comes down to it, young adults read what interests them, and questions about worth and appropriateness will have to be answered individually, as always. As much as I cringe over what I see to be as kind of …tacky, it’s everyone’s right to indulge in tacky as much as they want, and we would all fight tooth and nail for that right.

Within urban lit, there are good books, and not so good books, as with any genre. And, frankly, since I haven’t read more than a couple of books that come under the heading of “urban,” and I haven’t yet found anyone in the YA blogosphere who has read any of the KimaniTRU novels, much less reviewed anything else targeted to minority YA’s, I can’t make a judgment. I do think that the controversy is about to be revved up yet again, however, so I will stay tuned with interest…


Did you see Jules & Eisha went and got all popular and stuff? I mean, I knew they were the YA/MG/Picture Book blogosphere IT girls, but now they’re guest blogging at ForeWord Magazine. Eisha’s posting on YA novels dealing with depression – right after National Depression Screening Day, and Jules takes it next week. We can now say: we knew them when…


Don’t miss Miss Erin’s interview with D.M. Cornish, the author of Monster Blood Tattoo, the author-illustrated, complex novel that ended JUST as I was getting into it… And Big A, little a’s interview with Eric Luper, author of a really interesting YA book on, of all intriguing things… gambling. Another unusual YA topic!


The Cybils are blazing quite a trail! At last count, there were fifty-six Science Fiction/Fantasy nominations, and I don’t know how many in YA, picture books, Middle Grade, Non-Fiction and Poetry. If you haven’t’ already nominated your limit of one new book per category, what are you waiting for? And consider putting in your two cents at the Cybils Blog on what makes adults able to judge what is ‘kid-friendly.’ It is a REALLY good question as we, as teens and adults of various ages, set out once again to read for what we hope is an important award.


If you didn’t have a chance to read all the way through the Poetry Friday selections, there’s still time to check out The Book Mine Set challenge – a difficult, but unique poetic form I’d like to try writing for myself.


Well, there are books calling my name — and mugs of steaming tea, so happy weekend to you, may you wear sloppy clothes and read to your heart’s content.

"He peered coyly through the extraordinarily long lashes which complimented his caramel skin…"

Via de Bond grrrl, I came across this random list of YA banalities at Joëlle Anthony’s site.
Example: from being part of the ‘red-headed stepchild’ class, red hair has risen through the ranks until apparently we all lust for it. However, it’s just not that common, except by introduction of henna or Clairol or somesuch. Yet my YA peeps? Seem to have found an endless store of flame-haired sidekicks in a back closet somewhere. Writers: Just say no.

And the über long man-lashes — hilarious, since my S.O. really DOES have inch-long lashes that might make fake lashes look tame by comparison — but yes, it’s no longer a big deal. Lads: Better lashes at times than the lasses. Usually without Max Factor. Let’s draw a veil and move on to YA quirks such as raising the eyebrow (usually the right eyebrow, since that’s the only one I can consistently raise), replacing the usage of ‘Mom and Dad’ with ‘Laura and Luke,’ and nail/lip/thumb/something biting ’til blood flows. And I’m sure you could list your own idiosyncratic YA traits from your own reading.

There are umpty million clichés in the windy city (or wherever you are – it’s pretty breezy over here today), but the one that bugged me just a bit… and then a bit more… was #14 — the ‘cafe au lait’ skin tone. The ‘coffee and cream’ complexion. The African-American-as-caffeinated-beverage cliché. Actually, it’s not even limited to African Americans – let’s say the half or whole – Pakistani- Bangladeshi- First- Nations- Hispanic- Generic- Brown- Person as caffeinated beverage.

(Note that nobody is ever listed as, say, the color of Coke? Although I have seen root beer colored eyes. Which is to say: um, brown.)

As a person of color, blogging with another person of color… writing novels wherein persons of color live and move and have their being… have I ever committed the faux pas of describing shades of skin tone as a drink? Oh, probably yes. I freely admit to having been a lazy writer in some past life. Is any of the writing where I described persons-as-drinks going to be published? Good grief, I hope not. Not because it isn’t an apt enough description — (although, if I ever see someone with skin the color of a latte, I will, in fact, call for medical assistance — a latte lacks color depth and looks rather chalky; if I see a person that shade, I’ll assume they’re about to pass out) — but because it is ultimately a lazy way of thinking, a lazy way of writing/speaking, and millimeters away from relying on racial tropes, clichés and stereotypes that reflect an unexamined inner life. As Joëlle mentioned,

“…it seems to be a way white authors have of treading lightly around skin color.
I haven’t noticed this in any books by black authors or about black people.
I notice it in books where all the characters are white and they have one latte colored friend. It’s almost like white people are afraid to call someone black. Does that make sense?”

Yes – the statement makes sense, no, it doesn’t make sense to avoid… race.

I always love Stephen Colbert’s assertion that he doesn’t see color (it’s just alarming when other people use this statement seriously, isn’t it? Do they not realize he speaks in shades of IRONY?), but the truth is that there is a school of thought which seems to require writers to embrace such a depth of PC that they can’t even use words anymore. (Not to mention the school of thought that is against actual scientific terms [Ah, scrotum], or the group that objects to sort of made-up descriptors [Happy to be Nappy? – yes, it’s a word. Yes, it has a meaning only understood by some. No, it does not threaten you or your child. Moving on.]) It’s true that we all want to be sensitive to offending people, but honestly — Susan Patron didn’t wake up one morning in the mood to offend. I doubt Holly Black or e. lockhart, or Maureen Johnson or even The Great JK just said one day, “Hey! Let’s offend the East Texas PTA this week!”

So, in a way? I feel like there’s no remedy from being offensive. And maybe we should stop trying so hard not to offend…

Others have discussed this before, referencing biracial characters, etc., and have wondered how to delicately set their feet. So, maybe let’s all agree to state that there is no need to be delicate, there is only a need for common sense and open-heartedness and a conscious willingness to “do unto others/speak about others.” We can’t avoid race. We can’t pretend that since it’s not directly affecting us that we’ve somehow transcended it, to arrive on a rarefied, colorless plain. That just doesn’t happen. So. We’ve now got to actually engage our brains and think about how we want to express that which we see (or that which we are), and ways to do it that celebrate it, embrace it, or at least don’t trivialize it and make it a lazy cliché.

Tall order.

Thanks, Joëlle, for starting the conversation.
Thoughts from anyone else?

Weekly Wrap-Up

Finding Wonderland had a great first Craft Chat on Wednesday. Our beginning was on ‘beginnings, and we had quite a lively discussion.

We talked mostly about what worked for us in terms of books we loved, and how the best books had a beginning hook that involved something colorful to interest us right away. Some of the best hooks mentioned were Sue Limb’s funny little ‘horrorscopes’ and ‘parent commandments’ at the beginning of her chapters in the Girl, 15 series, Scott Westerfeld’s instant action in his Uglies series (Hey, look – a hoverboard!), and of course, the playing cards from I Am the Messenger.

Quiet books often have a hard time finding an audience, but we found in our discussion that it wasn’t quietness that caused us to have a hard time getting into a novel, but a lack of originality. If we felt like we were being “gimmicked” into reading the book, we were more resistant that open to reading it. We discussed how that might differ for tweens and teens than it would for us, as many of the things had to do with personal pet peeves (like text messages and novel elements like ending with a big dance or having the character able to travel anywhere in the world — never mind passports or things like, oh, money and parental permission).

Hope next time you can all join us! We plan to do another Craft Chat maybe in mid-June — more information to come!

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In more Web Wanderings I found a piece on Henry Winkler, who talks about dyslexia, and his Hank Zipzer series. Hard to believe it, but he and Lin Oliver (yes, of SCBWI fame) are on their 11th book in that series.

Other Heroes: African-American Comic Book Creators, Characters & Archetypes” is the name of an art show at Mississippi’s Jackson State University. The show focuses on racial representation through the media of graphic novels and comic books, which should be interesting, as African Americans and other ethnicities are generally unrepresented in comic books. The show lasts through the month of April, and has already been put together in coffee table book form, for the graphic art aficionados in the house.

One of my favorite public radio programs, put out by the University of Florida’s Center for Children’s Literature and Culture is called Recess! The World of Children’s Culture Every Day, On Monday this great little show is celebrating its 2000th episode in six years (yay for all their good work!). Their celebration of National Poetry Month this April has been full of whimsical readings, one of which was the famous all-English-majors-must-read rainbow poem by Wordsworth. Thinking about all the good things that we should not lose from our childhoods seems as good a way to look forward to a weekend sleeping late and playing in the dirt (yay, Sunday! Yay, gardening!) as any.

The Rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.
– William Wordsworth