Running After Race

Each month our writing group has Craft Chats, where we read a few articles and discuss the craft of fiction. Aquafortis last night came up with a great discussion starter on dialogue, and we debated the merits of dialogue as an indicator of cultural, ethnic and racial identification.

I disagreed strongly with one article’s premise that dialectal English is a positive way to convey ethnicity. While I’m not a fan of the foodie descriptors — the mocha-caramel-chocolate-cinnamon skin/eye combination — I’m also not a fan of the “Fraulein, vee haf vays of makingt you talk!” school of dialogue, either. People may feel comfortable with exaggerating the characteristic accents of their own culture, but it seems like a cheap shortcut most of the time, and is a slippery slope to caricature and stereotyping.

Of course, if all of one’s characters are written to reflect the dominant culture, this perhaps need never be an issue… Or, maybe, as is being discussed at the Fire Escape authors maybe shouldn’t describe race at all.

Most writers describe race if a person is nonwhite. Rarely do writers spend time discussing or describing a character of the dominant culture unless it’s a romance/relationship/”chick lit” kind of thing, and it’s deemed important for the reader in order to engage their imagination and allow them to insert themselves into the story. (Of course, a writer always wants this, but somehow, in romance there’s just more description. Appealing to the physical, etc.) In young adult literature, class seems to be more closely described, and race is often left in the foodie stages. (Sure, sure, she’s got mocha skin and long licorice lashes, but does she have an iPod and 7 Jeans?) Race, for some, is dismissed as an outmoded thing, a social construct that doesn’t really have any meaning. After all, didn’t Stephen Colbert already say that he doesn’t see race? (Therefore no one does, right?)


When a character’s ethnicity isn’t explicitly defined, can’t a reader still identify with things about them, like their fashion sense, strength, or love of algebra? Is hoping that readers will identify with a character simply because they are described as being of a particular ethnicity, racist? Or are you offering your reader a representation with which to identify?

From the writer’s point of view, it’s been strange to write — to be honest, the character of Lainey was meant to be biracial, but I was discouraged from this. Another manuscript featured a Caucasian male, which was shocking to a few people, and eventually I was asked to rework that novel entirely. I may, someday. (Or not.) My recent WIP has a character with AFOs — ankle/foot orthosis — and crutches. A member of my writing group suggested that I add more description because it wasn’t apparent what the character looked like. At the time, the comment didn’t strike me as strangely as it did later on. Once again, I’m afraid that I am not, as a fellow MFA’er once told me, “representing” properly.

A commenter at Mitali’s blog sagely remarked that “show, don’t tell” is always the most important rule, but how, really, do we show race? Or can we? Saying that race doesn’t matter doesn’t equate with treating people equally, nor does it erase the desire of many readers to know who they’re dealing with.

But…why is that?
Why does it matter?
Are we trying to identify? Or differentiate?

McGraw & Mug Shots


Mug shots. Probably not the nicest way of saying it. But …okay. I said it anyway. Mug shots: those senior portraits.

I mock because I love, but I’m not doing it.

No, I have to …think about it. But Jay (and Robin!) of the Disco-ing Mermaids have once again thrown down the peer pressure, so the rest of us must assemble our high school geekesque selves and post our senior pictures. Betsy Bird has shown us the way, as has Sara — looking wholesome and sweet (why, yes, like granola, Sara!), and really, Jay and his bad boy guitar and Robin with her fluffy hair are adorable. I stole my friend Dan’s sweater for my senior picture, and it LOOKS like it. Plus, my chin is all weird. SO, no, I’m not posting mine, although I just looked at them this weekend. *shudders.*

Okay.
Now, I …I… MotherReader, can you hear me? I’m going to have to get out the BACA stamp and put on my kickers. What IS IT with these autumn titles!? And Doret, his HEAD IS ON THE COVER.

“It’s something that as a father you kind of have to sacrifice what you want to do, because boys do what you want to do. If I want to go to the farm and shoot guns or ride four-wheelers in the mud when it’s 40 degrees … the girls aren’t really interested in doing that,” he said.

But McGraw said he’s found that his daughters like coming along while he does simple, everyday stuff, like running to the grocery store or stopping by the office.

Tim McGraw, talking about his daughters and his children’s book: My Little Girl.

Perhaps it would have been better if he’d put in My Stereotypically Simple Little Girl. Or, maybe, just.. you know, The Little Woman.

*mumbles, kicks dirt, says bad things under breath*

Tami Lewis Brown and Liz Gallagher are exploring horror at the Tollbooth. And Cynthia L. Smith is being interviewed on GottaWrite Girl. Check her out.

Monday’s Mug of Linkosity

New books in the world today: first, Bay Area SCBWI member Deborah Underwood is the ghost writer on Whoopi Goldberg’s new children’s book (!), Sugar Plum Ballerinas. Doret@ Happy Nappy Bookseller gives it a vote of confidence — surprise, surprise. Apparently, this is NOT a BACA Book (though if you’re in need of some real snark on the topic the Guardian can still make you laugh). Props to Deborah Underwood!

The 2008 Cybils Nominees are all wrapped and packaged and ready for reading. Take a zip through the list, which is thoughtfully broken down by genre, and get ready to do some holiday shopping! It’s definitely going to be a book year in our family; I just found out my wee nephew calls spiders “Kill-its” (thanks to his paranoid and beastly father) and so I shall be forced to buy him a book that displays spiders in a positive role, uses their actual name, counts their legs, etc., until he graduates to Charlotte’s Web and learns of arachnid fabulosity himself. (Since he’s 14 months old, we have a ways to go.)

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights was proclaimed 60 years ago, in 1948, by the United Nations General Assembly at the end of World War II, and if you’ve never looked at it, please take a minute to do so! You’ll note that it has a lot of … words in it. Honestly, they’re good words and gorgeous words, and words that will make you put your hand on your heart and close your eyes and dream hard of a better world. But, there’s also a lot of “whereas”-es and “thereins” and that kind of thing in it. Enter We Are All Born Free a lovely children’s edition of the UK version of the declaration (spelled with more u’s), illustrated by the bright lights of children’s literature here, the sale of which will benefit Amnesty International.

This beautiful little volume came out the first of October and I WISH I’d recommended for the Cybils! Since I didn’t, I’m going to flog it here. Go and page through it online and tell me it’s not something that would be really amazing for not necessarily just small children, but bigger ones, who need to know the awesomeness of the dream that was held for the world, once upon a time, before things got messy… What a great, tangible reminder of a way to get back on track, and what a good personal reminder about individual freedoms, and that basically, not even your parents have the right to force you to do things — nor do you have the right to force others. Everyone should know their rights, and relish the right to be left alone, and politely demand from their governments what is due to each.

Ooh, new vampire book from Marcus Sedgewick. I’m still traumatized from the first book of his I read; I may have to wait until summer to read this one.

I’m used to finding the odd (and in the case of The Slidy Diner VERY odd) Random Illustrator Features over at the 7-Imps, but was pleasantly surprised to discover this illustrator interview with Nicole Tadgell over at Big A, little a. No Mush Today is a book by Sally Derby from Lee & Low, and it’s adorable and colorful and full of disgust for squishy hot cereal and squishy, stuffed-toy-stealing baby brothers. (I completely relate to this book as I am still smarting from the theft of a particularly cute lamb toy by my… *cough* a perfidious baby I know. Who is now, like, seventeen. But I digress.) Nicole is a fabulous, lively illustrator, and I love that there are pictures of her working — I can never get enough of seeing regular people at their desks, doing their thing.

And speaking of regular people at their desks, procrastinating, that’s it for me. Happy Monday.

Monday's Mug of Linkosity

New books in the world today: first, Bay Area SCBWI member Deborah Underwood is the ghost writer on Whoopi Goldberg’s new children’s book (!), Sugar Plum Ballerinas. Doret@ Happy Nappy Bookseller gives it a vote of confidence — surprise, surprise. Apparently, this is NOT a BACA Book (though if you’re in need of some real snark on the topic the Guardian can still make you laugh). Props to Deborah Underwood!

The 2008 Cybils Nominees are all wrapped and packaged and ready for reading. Take a zip through the list, which is thoughtfully broken down by genre, and get ready to do some holiday shopping! It’s definitely going to be a book year in our family; I just found out my wee nephew calls spiders “Kill-its” (thanks to his paranoid and beastly father) and so I shall be forced to buy him a book that displays spiders in a positive role, uses their actual name, counts their legs, etc., until he graduates to Charlotte’s Web and learns of arachnid fabulosity himself. (Since he’s 14 months old, we have a ways to go.)

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights was proclaimed 60 years ago, in 1948, by the United Nations General Assembly at the end of World War II, and if you’ve never looked at it, please take a minute to do so! You’ll note that it has a lot of … words in it. Honestly, they’re good words and gorgeous words, and words that will make you put your hand on your heart and close your eyes and dream hard of a better world. But, there’s also a lot of “whereas”-es and “thereins” and that kind of thing in it. Enter We Are All Born Free a lovely children’s edition of the UK version of the declaration (spelled with more u’s), illustrated by the bright lights of children’s literature here, the sale of which will benefit Amnesty International.

This beautiful little volume came out the first of October and I WISH I’d recommended for the Cybils! Since I didn’t, I’m going to flog it here. Go and page through it online and tell me it’s not something that would be really amazing for not necessarily just small children, but bigger ones, who need to know the awesomeness of the dream that was held for the world, once upon a time, before things got messy… What a great, tangible reminder of a way to get back on track, and what a good personal reminder about individual freedoms, and that basically, not even your parents have the right to force you to do things — nor do you have the right to force others. Everyone should know their rights, and relish the right to be left alone, and politely demand from their governments what is due to each.

Ooh, new vampire book from Marcus Sedgewick. I’m still traumatized from the first book of his I read; I may have to wait until summer to read this one.

I’m used to finding the odd (and in the case of The Slidy Diner VERY odd) Random Illustrator Features over at the 7-Imps, but was pleasantly surprised to discover this illustrator interview with Nicole Tadgell over at Big A, little a. No Mush Today is a book by Sally Derby from Lee & Low, and it’s adorable and colorful and full of disgust for squishy hot cereal and squishy, stuffed-toy-stealing baby brothers. (I completely relate to this book as I am still smarting from the theft of a particularly cute lamb toy by my… *cough* a perfidious baby I know. Who is now, like, seventeen. But I digress.) Nicole is a fabulous, lively illustrator, and I love that there are pictures of her working — I can never get enough of seeing regular people at their desks, doing their thing.

And speaking of regular people at their desks, procrastinating, that’s it for me. Happy Monday.

Poetry Friday: the Writing on the Wall

Epigrams are like the graffiti of the poetic world. They’re not generally more than four lines with varying rhyme schemes, and the only real requirement is that they’re witty and concise, which is what I suppose what people who scrawl things in public spaces think they’re being. (Yet so often, they’re just incoherent. Like this bird…thing). I love them, and enjoyed paging through my Norton poetry book to select a few for today. These caught my eye~

Epigram, by Peter Pindar, ca. 1780

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old
Of turning whatso’er he touched to gold;
This modern statesman can reverse with ease —
Touch them with gold, they’ll turn to what you please.

It absolutely slays me that this was written in seventeen eighty!!!

Epigram, by Matthew Prior, 1710-20

Rise not till noon, if life be but a dream,
      As Greek and Roman poets have expressed:
Add good example to so grave a theme,
      For he who sleeps the longest lives the best.

A more modern epigram comes from Countee Cullen, and while bringing a smile, also brings a bit of a wince:

For a Lady I Know, 1925

She even thinks that up in heaven
Her class lies late and snores,
While poor black cherubs rise at seven
To do celestial chores.

I don’t think Mr. Cullen ever bothered trying to straighten her out. I like his wry tone, and how he carefully doesn’t say she’s exactly wrong, but… you get the point anyway.

Finally, J.V. Cunningham reminds us that all things will take place — eventually.

All in Due Time, 1950

All in due time: love will emerge from hate,
And the due deference of truth from lies.
If not quite all things come to those who wait
They will not need them: in due time one dies.

And on that cheery note, I invite to you join the gang at Becky’s for Poetry Friday.

Today's the Day!


The new leaner, meaner (in a nice way) Cybils nominations close tonight at 11:59, Pacific Time. All aboard who are coming aboard!

Although, I have to LAUGH at myself — having left everything to the last minute, I’m finding that MANY of the books I nominated are already taken. Fortunately, there are some great organizers who are helpfully giving suggestions and memory joggers; take advantage of the “what’s missing” roundups here and here; it is not yet too late!!!



So, here’s …a BACA you might not have heard about. The 200 lb. plus actress “Mo’Nique has committed herself to a four book series for plus sized teens. Now, I know my kidlit blogosphere peeps don’t usually cut celebrities any slack for writing young adult literature; however, these books are semi-autobiographical. And probably no one else is writing the kinds of books she wants to write, to the specific audience. Does Mo’Nique still get a BACA OFF? Is it ever okay for a celeb to grab hold of an Issue and make it their own? Perhaps a better question is, could anyone else make an Issue/Problem novel sell in this era??? Inquiring minds…

Via Bookshelves of Doom I found a freebie; Alan Gratz’ Something Rotten is at his blog until November 30th, for free. You’ll want to pick up his new book the minute you can; he really is working this Shakespeare thing really well.


I am just SHRIEKING out my congratulations especially to Laurie Halse Anderson and E. Lockhart for being National Book Award Nominees for Young People’s Literature. Oh, it is SO HARD to choose from so many amazing books. Can I say how deeply glad I am NOT to be on that committee? Again, congratulations, awesome authors!

Today’s the Day!


The new leaner, meaner (in a nice way) Cybils nominations close tonight at 11:59, Pacific Time. All aboard who are coming aboard!

Although, I have to LAUGH at myself — having left everything to the last minute, I’m finding that MANY of the books I nominated are already taken. Fortunately, there are some great organizers who are helpfully giving suggestions and memory joggers; take advantage of the “what’s missing” roundups here and here; it is not yet too late!!!



So, here’s …a BACA you might not have heard about. The 200 lb. plus actress “Mo’Nique has committed herself to a four book series for plus sized teens. Now, I know my kidlit blogosphere peeps don’t usually cut celebrities any slack for writing young adult literature; however, these books are semi-autobiographical. And probably no one else is writing the kinds of books she wants to write, to the specific audience. Does Mo’Nique still get a BACA OFF? Is it ever okay for a celeb to grab hold of an Issue and make it their own? Perhaps a better question is, could anyone else make an Issue/Problem novel sell in this era??? Inquiring minds…

Via Bookshelves of Doom I found a freebie; Alan Gratz’ Something Rotten is at his blog until November 30th, for free. You’ll want to pick up his new book the minute you can; he really is working this Shakespeare thing really well.


I am just SHRIEKING out my congratulations especially to Laurie Halse Anderson and E. Lockhart for being National Book Award Nominees for Young People’s Literature. Oh, it is SO HARD to choose from so many amazing books. Can I say how deeply glad I am NOT to be on that committee? Again, congratulations, awesome authors!

ALL CAPS ALERT: Three Days Left…




CLOSE FOREVER!?
Okay, yeah, that’s overly dramatic.
BUT THERE’S VERY LITTLE TIME to make sure THE ONE BOOK YOU LOVE BEST in each of the GENRE CATEGORIES has been nominated.
What categories, you ask? Why THESE!

STUMPED? Don’t have a book to suggest for every title?
Check out the list of titles that aren’t yet on the list… and let it jog your memory. But MOVE FAST.
TIME is RUNNING OUT!


What’s Missing on the Cybils list? Check here.

Poetry Friday: A Selfless Scourge


Today I pulled out one of my college texts, a Heath Anthology of American Literature. (One semester for some reason we strayed from the Norton, and here almost three thousand pages of proof.) I found a poem by Theodore Roethke, 1909-1963, a strangely troubled man from Michigan who grew up amongst his father’s commercial greenhouses and is described as a heavy drinker who drank to seek oblivion, a rudely aggressive tennis player, and an “inveterate casual pawer of women.” He wrote beautifully of birth and death in growing things, and curiously and eloquently of old women. He won a Pulitzer, a Fulbright and twice the Guggenheim. There is no accounting for who we are and where we come from to what we can produce. A lesson, perhaps.

from Meditations of an Old Woman
Elegy
1958


Her face like a rain-beaten stone on the day she rolled off
With the dark hearse, and enough flowers for an alderman,
And so she was, in her way. Aunt Tilly.

Sighs, sighs, who says they have sequence?
Between the spirit and the flesh, — what war?
She never knew;
For she asked no quarter, and gave none,
Who sat with the dead when the relatives left,
Who fed and tended the infirm, the mad, the epileptic,
And, with a harsh rasp of a laugh at herself,
Faced up to the worst.

I recall how she harried the children away all the late summer
From the one beautiful thing in her yard, the peachtree;
How she kept the wizened, the fallen, the misshapen for herself,
And picked and pickled the best, to be left on rickety doorsteps.

And yet she died in agony,
Her tongue, at the last, thick, black as an ox’s.

Terror of cops, bill collectors, betrayers of the poor, —
I see you in some celestial supermarket,
Moving serenely among the leeks and cabbages,
Probing the squash,
Bearing down, with two steady eyes,
On the quaking butcher.


I wonder if everyone knows an Aunt Tilly; tart-tongued and not suffering fools, putting up with no nonsense, and getting things done. The Aunt Tilly’s and Miss Pross’ (from A Tale of Two Cities of the world …rock.
Poetry Friday is at Picture Book of the Day, Anastasia Suen’s blog.

Toon Thursday, Plus Neil x 2!

And now for something completely different…

This is a historic moment. The reason is twofold (or should that be “the reasons ARE twofold”?). Firstly, though I’ve been writing like crazy this week, apparently the toon part of my brain was watching way too much CNN, so for the first time ever, here’s a political cartoon on Finding Wonderland. I hope it is an entertaining diversion. Secondly, this is a historic moment because this cartoon occupies the very last page in my sketchbook. Said sketchbook is mostly cartoons, too, which made me realize just how dang many of these I’ve posted. But now I’ll have to either start using the giant sketchbook, which is unwieldy but has many blank pages left; or buy a new one. Hmm…


I’ve been meaning to post a few of these links for almost three weeks now, which is very sad. Firstly, thanks to the GoodReads newsletter, I ran across interviews with two authors whom I really like–Neil Gaiman and Neal Stephenson. Definitely two iconoclastic people.

Okay, I guess I wasn’t done with politics for today. Back on a political note, visit ArtsVote2008, a program of Americans for the Arts, to find out both presidential candidates’ positions on arts policy.

Right. Back to lit stuff. I was informed by Gina R. that FW is featured on an aggregator site called Alltop – Top Children’s Literature News–above the fold, no less! Readers’ Rants is on there, too, along with a host of other familiar faces from the kidlitosphere. Lastly, speaking of the kidlitosphere, don’t forget to nominate your favorite books for the Cybils! Now you can also help spread the word–and the love–with a downloadable and printable flyer that includes a list of all 2007 shortlisted titles.

Reminds me I’ve gotta sit right down and come up with MY nominees…