Et In Terra Pax

Just received an email from a friend who has family in Lebanon…

I’m not singing and plugging my ears, but close. Worlds away, bombs are falling as usual. The literature of a time period usually lags about ten years behind, but according to a recent study, already themes of war and terrorism are filtering into children’s lit. There’s always been talk of war, because this country always seems to be at war — or having a ‘skirmish’ or doing a ‘police action’ somewhere somehow. Dr Rebecca-Anne Do Rozario, of the Monash’s School of English, Communications and Performance Studies, did her study on J.K. Rowling’s Potter series, Jonathan Stroud’s Bartimaeus Trilogy, Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Fowl series and, oddly enough, the Disney movie Lilo and Stitch. Do Rozario’s study determined that authors are finding ways to examine and interpret world events in a way our readers can understand. Check it out.

Meanwhile, Cynsations’ War & Peace in Children’s Literature is also a great resource.

Infernal Inferno Monday

Word of the week: rejuvenile. Are you a rejuvenile? Though it’s the new hipster word of the season (kind of like metrosexual, only not), for me, it’s not a match. It’s simply a matter of never having gotten out of my adolesence in the first place, so there’s no “re” before the ‘juvenile’ for me.

NPR’s Talk of the Nation last week featured author Christopher Noxon, who coined the word, and talked about all of the grups in the world nowadays (Oh, come on; don’t tell me you don’t remember ‘grups’ from that awful episode of Star Trek? ); the guys who ride skateboards to work, the girls who have kickball teams and get together to watch Sponge Bob, the folks who collect metal lunchboxes, Pez dispensers, and play hacky-sack in the parking lot of the grocery store.

While ‘rejuvenile’ a sort of fey concept, I think it’s only that — another hipster concept. We’re supposed to be getting in touch with our lizard brains in the wake of the attacks in 2001. We’re supposed to be sort of backlashing into a state of worry-free bliss and revolting against the ‘despotism of facts,’ or whatever, but I think it’s not really true for the majority of people into kid stuff. To me, the truth is that we’re a nation who has fattened on the cult of youth, and we cannot let it go and grow up to save our lives. This is not to say that I ever plan to change my focus from YA fiction to anything else! But it is to say that I realize that time has passed, and I can still enjoy what I enjoy without trying to prolong some artificial childhood cool that I never even had.

Incidentally, I notice it’s only the ‘cool’ kid stuff that’s up for grabs. The uncool stuff still belongs to the uncool kids… stuff like books that don’t have movies tie-ins! If you’re really still more interested in reading young adult fiction than adult fiction, and you take weeks to get through adult novels, even a copy of Julie & Julia, even though it’s fairly lightweight and a bestseller that has people talking… well, then your friends think you’re just plain weird, and not hip at all. But you know? Así es la vida.

Man, I love it when someone else is ranting!
Today’s feel-good rant comes from our friends at Book Buds, going off on the “floozies of the book world.” Hee!!! Since I’m not a librarian, I don’t quite share BB’s angst on the same level, but let me tell you, books that flash and twinkle and glitter to attract readers — and I mean people who can read, not toddlers who need something crinkly to fixate on while they gum the pages — they really work my nerves. Why? Because one of the things I’ve learned in working on getting my novel (two, now are being read by the same editor. Huzzah!) to print is that writers are supposed to come up with all of these little gimcracky ideas as in a ‘marketing plan’ to help market their books…

Fact: I don’t want to market crap to children. I don’t believe in encouraging kids to think that they have to have money and spend money and have more stuff. I wish that there could simply be enough school and public and semi-private libraries where any kid or teen could check stuff out and read to their hearts’ content. I mean, anyone remember adolescence? That time of life when you are flat broke and have a horrible babysitting job? The world seems to aggressively normalize that Other lifestyle, where every kid has various cool technologies, a cell phone, an iPod and they all know that if they’re not Jimmy Choo’s, they aren’t shoes. When books come with tank tops, backpacks, commuter coffee cups (honestly — that was Gingerbread — a cute enough book, but pimping coffee mugs!?), colored rubber bracelets and more, it makes you wonder if someone’s trying to cover up the fact that the book’s… a dud. Anyway, I agree with BB – less consumerism, more good books!

Spooky YA author Laurie Faria Stolarz, together with Lara M. Zeises (say ‘Lara’ like ‘Sarah’) is teaching a very cool sounding online revision course called LEARNING THE LAYERS OF REVISION: A SIX WEEK ONLINE COURSE. Part of their ‘Novelist’s Toolbox’ course, this class is going to end with each person getting an in-depth critique (by the instructors) of the first ten pages of your revised work-in-progress and working synopsis. How cool would it be to work with these award-winning authors? Though I haven’t read much of the spooky stuff, I adore Lara M. Zeises’ work, and this really sounds worth checking out. The course starts August 30, so you’ve got that fully back-to-school thing happening as well, and hey, you can get yourself a new lunchbox just so you feel in the mood! Six weeks to learn to actually understand and appreciate revision? Is this a message from the universe because I’ve been whining about editing? Could be…

Okay, I made a conscious decision not to have AC in my wee house, so that I could not be involved in global warming, blah blah blah. Plus, I live by water. I need AC maybe two days a year. Okay. The two days have just expanded to two weeks. It’s so hot I feel guilty even having the computer on so – more anon…

Randomly

As an undergrad I had a religion professor who used to bring his xylophone to class on Fridays and …Sing. Hymns. I’m telling you, there is no end to the fiction fodder that just comes from my life

Anyway,I was just thinking about this sweet old man this morning, because he used to live on a fabulous forest road in the Napa Valley …yep, it used to be a forest road. But they’ve they’re ripped out the trees to pave the hills with wineries, and they’re ripping out even more… good old Gavin is the villain this time, opening yet another arm of the Plump-jack empire so he can be the all-round cool guy with a city AND a winery AND a shot at running for president. Siiigh. I should give it up and let go. They let Bush ride his bike up there. They let wineries proliferate like mold on septic ponds. The ground is arid and dry, the deer are gone, the wild onions and Diogenes lanterns we used to find first thing in Spring only grow in shade, under trees. My beloved woods are gone. So much for hanging onto the memories; the place is entirely unrecognizable.
Okay, so I don’t love the memories of my undergrad days, but I loved taking my introverted self into the woods to get away from everyone. And now even the woods belong to the cool kids. Ugh.

People outside are jogging, and it’s breathlessly hot. And though I can’t imagine how people even want to move, the AIDS Walk just finished, and it’s almost time for the Cancer Walk in September. You know, people send me to various websites to click on buttons to make donations to various groups. Does anyone really know how all of this works? I mean, is someone out there really paying for the six seconds it takes me to go to their site and push a button? Why do they actually need me? And don’t get me started on the bracelets

Okay, okay. Taking my snarky self and going home.