Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Montmorency and Other Thoughts on Children's Lit

I'm in the middle of the third Montmorenecy novel (Montmorency and the Assassins by Eleanor Updale), and I have been struck, as I was with the first and second books, on the oddness of age designations. I found the third Montmorency book in the YA section, but the books are often found in the early teen section (with other chapter series books like Anne of Green Gables, etc.) I'm not opposed to twelve and thirteen-year-olds reading the books; apparently, Updale came up with the idea for the series by telling stories to her pre-teen/teen sons. What bemuses me is that despite the patently adult themes of the books, and their presentation in a patently adult way, the books are not considered "adult" literature.

The character Montmorency was originally a thief and the series begins when he suffers injuries while being chased by the police. He is pretty banged up, but a doctor (Dr. Fawcett) puts him back together and then hauls him around to lectures in order to show off his handiwork. Updale has an uncanny ability to capture the feel and attitudes of the time period (nineteenth century England/Europe). She makes it clear that Fawcett perceives Montmorency, at this point, as little more than a speciman. There is no friendship between the men, and they don't meet again until after Montmorency has become Montmorency.

This understanding of class and class attitude continues in the other books. Although Montmorency's friends in general know his past, they are appalled by his low origins and practice great forebearance by overlooking them. Montmorency himself adopts wholesale the appearance, lifestyle and attitudes of his new class. In the third book, the nephew of one of Montmorency's friends is upset by how blind his uncle and Montmorency are to an elderly servant's health. They take certain amenities for granted. Servants are just there, part of the background. One is civil, but one doesn't thank them for being servants.

Updale's understanding of the nineteenth century upperclass continues in other regards. A reformed prostitute (not really reformed; she just isn't practicing her trade anymore; it is never implied that she feels practically repentant) is also one of Montmorency's friends; without saying so outright, it is clear that one of three people (a lord, the doctor and Montmorency himself) could be the father of her son. There is no apology for this. Updale is not writing salacious literature; she is writing from within the thought processes and mores of the time. She doesn't dwell on these probabilities; nor does she point them out as bad behavior. She allows them to exist because that is the world she is writing about.

The result is a rather unsettling series. You like Montmorency but he is so thoroughly himself that he doesn't always behave heroically (or what we think of as heroic behavior; he has survived against great odds). Psychologically, everything he does (his self-protection, his vanity, his adopted attitudes) make sense, as do the psychological profiles of the other characters.

I find it bizarre that these books would be placed in the young teen section. Montmorency is not even a young character. Several books about thieves have appeared recently, all the protagonists being teens. Montmorency is possibly a teen at the beginning of book one, but he is well into his twenties by book two. In book three, he is about forty, and a few other characters (all in their late teens) have taken his place as the young protagonists.

This isn't to say I would be surprised if pre-teens/young teens adore the books. My surprise isn't at the readers but at this whole business of determining that books are for child readers or for young adult readers or for adult readers. What on earth constitutes the criteria? Is is subject matter? Montmorency books deal with--amongst other subjects--class systems, drugs, ambition, anarchists, prostitution, opera. Is it the style? Updale does use a straightforward style that is deceptively simplistic in its presentation. But then, so does D.H. Lawrence.

Personally, I think is comes down to explication. If Updale never "shows" characters having sex; if she never employs long, Freudian analyses; if she never blathers on (a la D.H. Lawrence) about nineteenth century politics or compares, heavy-handedly, nineteenth century politics to modern day politics...voila, her books must be for children. Which is, in my estimation, ridiculous. Doing such things doesn't automatically make a book "adult-like" any more than not doing those things makes a book "child-like." Yet somehow we have this idea (it started in the eighteenth century or so) that a lack of long-winded explanations constitutes non-profundity. Hence, fairytales and folktales become the property of children while Dickens edges his way into the category of adult literature.

It's the sort of thing that made Lewis and Tolkien grind their teeth. Folktales and fairytales, despite the lack of analytical explication, originally belonged to a community as a whole. You can't really say that they were originally considered adult tales (although they kind of were) because "childhood" as a concept didn't really exist until the eighteenth century. But eventually, the split was made. And I think, alongside Lewis and Tolkien, that it did more damage than good (although I can understand the publishing/commercial need for designations and genres; unfortunately, I think these designations go beyond that).

The determination that certain kinds of content/styles were "childish"--namely content and styles employing supposedly simplistic forms--meant that "mature" literature got linked with complicated, expositionary, profound-type (or obviously profound) passages, usually depressing or historical; these latter definitions eventually got linked with GREAT literature. And an entire generation of teenagers were doomed to read Hamlet instead of Much Ado About Nothing; The Pearl instead of Greek myths and The Scarlet Letter instead of Bruce Brooks' Midnight Hour Encore of Brock Cole's The Goats. Good writing, that is the kind of writing that adults (and English programs) study, became equated with Dickens and Faulkner and such.

Don't get me wrong, I like Faulkner, but good writing as non-expository has become harder to promote and harder to explain. Agatha Christie was an excellent craftswoman; Where the Wild Things Are by Sendak is a perfect read; E.Nesbit coined a conversational writing style that influenced generations of writers; Elizabeth Enright's books have flawless prose; The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner is an amazing adventure/love story with entirely believable characters. None are books/writers studied in regular English programs. (You have to take Mystery Novels or Children's Lit.)

The love of good writing has been swallowed up by the search for MEANINGFUL applications; MEANINGFUL applications are easier to talk about than good writing; they are also easier to find in heavy-handed exposition. As a result, not only the good writing but the possibilities of meaning and thought in YA and children's literature has been overlooked.

CATEGORY: BOOKS

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

House Analysis

Another perfect final episode from House! (If you haven't seen it and plan to, be warned: I'm going to give everything away.) Normally I am suspicious of "it was all a dream/it was all in my head" episodes; I enjoy them but consider them cop-outs, especially to end a season. But House last night worked for several reasons.

Firstly, unlike so many "it was all in my head" plots, the other characters did not act exactly like themselves, only morphing into not-themselves symbols at the end of the episode (Star Trek always did that). Everything was off-kilter from the beginning, and it was only the intrinsic oddness of House that kept one from guessing what was going on (although once House himself figured out the first hallucination, I easily guessed the rest). But frankly, the plot was too odd for even House. (It says something about the writing that they could keep you going for as long as they did--a half hour in my case; yes, I am susceptible to well-written plots,and I didn't guess the Sixth Sense twist until the very end.) Chase was too much like House, Cuddy was too girlishly pleased when House could walk, Wilson was too analytical. No hospital would stick a patient in with a gunman (where are the police?) The "fake" patient was too weird (even for House; that was the beauty). The eyeball was too horror movie gothic. In retrospect, everything was wrong right from the beginning.

Even more beautiful was that it actually meant something. That is, it wasn't just House having hallucinations and then, bingo, we all wake up and oh, it wasn't real so who cares. The first thing that struck me as off-kilter, for instance, was the idea that House would tell the supposed wife about the supposed husband's affair. He never does that unless the affair and the disease really are linked. It struck a false note. But evidently, it is a possibility, a fear, that House himself imagined. It crystallized for him the argument at the end of the episode.

In other words, the guilt is real, and the apology was sincere. It expanded House's personality. When he apologized, he was, in effect, apologizing to himself (which is less corny than it sounds). The gunman's arguments (in effect, House's arguments to himself) weren't wrong. They were actually, typically, House--that we aren't kind for sentimental reasons but from a necessary lack of hubris. But House was also apologizing because the arguments wouldn't make any difference. "I know what's wrong," he says, and he goes down and rips the "fake" patient to shreds.

And the show retained that complexity up until the end. When House asks for Cuddy's (not real) treatment, he is asking for his leg back. But in the hallucination, he was willing to sacrifice the leg to have his mind back. And both desires are true. It's the essence of House that he wants two things that he believes are incompatible. It is what makes the show work so well in the long run.

CATEGORY: TV

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Great Jerks

There are good guys and there are bad guys and there are ambiguous guys. And then there are characters who function as jerks or bullies or losers. And some of them are so good at what they do, they become lovable. It isn't that they are mean--I've written elsewhere about my dislike of mean characters--it is that these characters perform a necessary function of unlikability, and they manage to embodied or convey unlikableness in a frankly likable way. They become whole and believable personalities.

1. Hodges from CSI

I love Hodges. He is nerdier than Greg, odder than Grissom. He toadies. He pushes people's buttons (not always on purpose). And he is great at what he is. One of my favorite episodes is when he smells a dead guy (or part of a dead guy) and is defensively embarassed when Grissom finds out. "You think that's gross, huh?" he says. "No," Grissom replies, "that's the first time you've impressed me," and Hodges is so surprised, he shuts up. It illustrates the quirky dynamic that is at the heart of CSI:LV.

2. Jayne from Firefly

He comes off as mean, stupid bully guy, but the thing I like about Jayne is that he remains himself. He doesn't suddenly morph into understanding guy. His apparent meanness isn't a coverup for a really sweet individual (which would make the meanness actually more icky). He is fully himself. He isn't a hero and certainly doesn't want to be mistaken for one. There's a kind of honesty about him except that Jayne would eschew even that praise. Consequently, Mal appears an even better captain for willingly taking Jayne aboard for the sake of his abilities (the episode where Mal remembers collecting his crew is one of my favorites).

3. Chase from House

I've written about Chase here.

4. Cordelia (Buffy Cordelia)

Cordelia was slated for a heroine role almost from the beginning, but she was played, at the very beginning, as the snotty, shallow individual who cuts down the heroine. However, even in the beginning Cordelia had certain attributes that ended up making her a heroine later. In "Earshot," for example, while everyone else is freaking out about what Buffy might overhear, good old Cordelia is saying exactly what she thinks. I'm bored--Can I leave now? "I'm bored. Can I leave now?" I also think Whedon & crew did something psychologically right about Cordelia. The snotty girl is so often cut down to size in teen shows but in Buffy/Angel, Cordelia's High School snottiness is (I think correctly) perceived as an adult strength. One of my favorite early episodes of Angel is when Cordelia gets her new apartment. The ghost woman is criticizing her, cutting her down, mocking her. "Bitch," she finally says to which Cordelia replies, "That's right. I am." She was the bitchiest, meanest, snottiest girl at Sunnydale High and she's going to let someone else push her around? I love that. I think that is the essence of Cordelia-ism.

5. The Thenardiers on Les Miserables

The singing version. First of all, they have great songs, but I also think it is interesting that they are not only not punished at the end, they thrive. Apparently, Hugo's Christianity was of the "it'll come out in the wash" variety. And I think that letting the Thenardiers thrive was, unfortunately but necessarily, truthful to reality.

6. Mr. Collins from Pride & Prejudice

There's only one Bingley (think Superman). There's really only two or three Darcys (think Angel and House). There's a few kinds of Wickham (think Hugh Grant in most roles). There are numerous Collinses. My personal favorite is the A & E version; he is so very pompous and so very self-confident for all the wrong reasons and so very off-putting and so very clueless. And so very, very funny.

7. Charles Grodin from Heaven Can Wait

Technically, he is a bad guy, but he is incredibly hilarious. Not that bad guys can't be funny (think Alan Rickman from Robin Hood) but Grodin's type of sarcastic and amoral badness makes him a likable jerk. He has one of those faces where he lifts an eyebrow and you just start laughing. He does it again, and you can't stop. Why? Why is that so funny? But it is.

8. Quark from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Granted, Quark borderlined bad/ambiguous guy at the beginning of the series but I think eventually he ended up as supposedly unlikable guy who yet manages to keep, barely, on the right side of the law. He was no Dukat and he wasn't really even like Garak. He was just Quark: not nice, not bad, not good, not ambiguous (he ended up ambiguous; however, unlike Spike or Garak or, say, Faith, Quark didn't set out to be ambiguous. He thinks he is acting morally according to his lights.) Shimerman played it perfectly (he played Principal Snider perfectly as well): nicely nuanced performances that never crossed the line either into totally unlikable meanness or into reformed gushy sentimentalism.

9. Wesley from Buffy/early Angel

I just rewatched some early Angel, and I didn't appreciate how funny Wesley was at the beginning of that show (and the end of Buffy). He was still playing incompetent, pompous guy ("I'm a rogue demon hunter!" "What's a rogue demon?"). Denisof has great comedic talents that were kind of wasted later on. I don't hold it against Whedon for turning him into brooding, dark guy at the end of Angel (and the episode where he shoots the robot version of his father is one of my favorites), but I recommend that fans go back and watch the Angel episode where Denisof and Boreanaz dance ("She" First Season). And then watch the scene again. And again. And again . . .

10. Michael Culver as Prior Robert in Brother Cadfael Mysteries

He plays the priest who is always giving Cadfael a hard time. Culver is one of those (mostly) bald sexy guys with a beautiful voice. As Prior Robert, he manages to exert a self-righteous authority that makes you dislike him without actually hating him. In the books, Cadfael says that he has learned to tolerate the Prior Roberts of this world and even to admire them for their basic toughness, despite the fact that in terms of mental makeup and ambition, Cadfael is Prior Robert's dead opposite. Culver manages to portray a character that fits that description surprisingly well. (I also like Prior Robert's toady, Jerome--played by Julian Firth--mostly for his voice. I can recognize it just about anywhere.)

The important thing with these jerks is that you want to watch them. Somehow the cleverness of their written characters or the self-sufficiency of their acting or the believability of their parts makes you want to watch them again and again, and you do.

CATEGORY: TV

Audio Fever

I have always been partial to audio performances of books. These days, I listen mostly to books-on-tape (unabridged, of course). I also enjoy radio dramatizations, about which I have some particular likes and dislikes. I started listening to dramatizations when I was really young. We had the Let's Pretend collection of records, dramatized fairytales which, in retrospect, were surprisingly morbid. They weren't warm, fuzzy kinds of fairytales. They weren't as bad as Grimm (no chopped off toes) but they were pretty dark. I remember characters dying a lot. I loved them. Oddly enough (or maybe not so odd considering my feelings about anthropomorphic animals, see post), I really hated the Walt Disney Bambi record we had. (And in general, I don't have a problem with Walt Disney.) Actually, I think it may have been the fire at the end. I had a terrible fear of fire when I was a kid.

Anyway, since then I've listened to several different dramatizations of Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and numerous dramatizations of Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers. I recently got A Pocketful of Rye and Gaudy Night out of the library and was seriously disappointing.

The problem with most radio dramatizations, in my experience, is the narration. The scene has to be established of course, but there's the kind of narration that sets the scene and the kind of narration that becomes pretty much a cop-out for the writers. Too many dramatizations simply use a narrator to tell the story with occasional interjections by other characters. This is how the Gaudy Night dramatization was written. Now, it is tremendously difficult to write interesting dialog that doesn't lose people and doesn't sound stilted, but if a dramatization is just narration, why not simply listen to the book? (Which is a performance in its own right.) (The best part of the Gaudy Night production was an interview at the very end with P.D. James and Jill Paton Walsh.)

The Pocketful of Rye was slightly better (both were BBC productions) but somewhat dull. In comparison, the latest Lord of the Rings radio dramatization starring Ian Holm as Frodo is amazing. (There's an earlier one from the 70s or 80s that is horrible so make sure you don't get fobbed off with it.) The Ian Holm's LTR has got great writers, great actors (many of whom have done books-on-tape--pinpointing voice cameos is almost as much fun as spotting visual cameos), great music. The beginning is a bit slow and a bit talky but by the time they hit the second CD, they are going strong. The dialog is allowed to carry the story. It gets enormously confusing in the middle, with all the wars, but there's this awesome Viking-type music going on that makes up for it.

Basically, I'm willing to take confusion over heavy-duty narration when it comes to dramatizations. This brings us to more of less the same topic I've been hammering away at for awhile (and, actually, brings us to a much bigger topic that I will leave for another day): the nature of mediums and doing things right within each medium. Both Gaudy Night and Pocketful of Rye were trying too hard to give the reader the same experience they would have gotten from reading the books, which is impossible. The result was a very episodic dramatization in which every scene of the book was referred to, with the occasional exchange of dialog to highlight it. But that isn't a dramatization; that's, well, a narration with highlights. Ironically enough, Agatha Christie understood the need to alter texts between mediums better than anyone so that her version of, say, The Hollow varies between the novel and the play. She would combine characters, cut red herrings, change the love interest, anything that would make a story more playable. She altered the endings of both Ten Little Indians and Murder for the Prosecution when she turned them from novellas into plays. (It's one reason why the recent Charles Osborne novelizations of older Christie plays are so terrible; he took the plays and just stuck on he said/she said tags. His setting descriptions actually sound exactly like stage directions [Christie gave very precise stage directions].) Too bad they couldn't have had Christie write the radio scripts for Pocket & Guady; she would have done a stellar job!

Anyway, here are some good dramatizations:

1. The Sittaford Mystery, Christie, BBC
2. Lord of the Rings, Tolkien, most recent version
3. Murder in Mesopotamia, Christie, BBC
4. Sad Cypress, Christie, BBC (great music here too; 1940s jazzy stuff)
5. Murder Must Advertise, Sayers, an old BBC version which I don't think is available anymore; I found it in a library
6. As Time Goes By (radio version; I've only heard bits and pieces but it's excellent dialog: fast and snappy)

Extras:
7. There's a Frasier episode where they do a radio dramatization of an old-time mystery; it is absolutely hilarious, one of the funniest sitcom episodes I've ever seen.
8. Cosby does a routine about listening to the "Chicken Heart" episode on the radio when he was a kid: very, very funny, sound effects (made by Cosby) and everything; this is old Cosby, by the way; post-Cosby show Cosby is funny but not as classic.

CATEGORY: BOOKS

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Morphable Actors

So I'm watching Batman Begins, and Tom Wilkinson's name pops up on the screen. Good heavens, says I, Tom Wilkinson? He's a British actor who does Miss Marple films! (Actually, he's done one: Pocketful of Rye). So, I look him up and realize this guy has been all over the place. I saw him in The Importance of Being Earnest, I saw him in Shakespeare in Love, I saw him in an Alleyn mystery. He was in Sense & Sensibility, Prime Suspect 1 and of course Batman Begins (as Falcone). He is one of those extremely talented British actors who can morph into any role and so effortlessly you don't notice.

I don't know if we grow actors like that in the states. I suppose you would call him a character actor, but American character actors always seem almost aggressively full of personality, like Dick Van Dyke. There's this British morphability that you find in people like Gary Oldman and even, although he is harder not to recognize, Rowan Atkinson. I'm not saying that British actors are better than American actors. I think the Hollywood star system has a great deal to be said for it (it produced Grace Kelly, after all and, rather against its will, Cary Grant), and I admire stars like Tom Hanks (although The Da Vinci Code confuses me; is that really his type of film?). But I always get a kick out of never knowing when British actors will show up next. Their morphability seems to be built into their training or their style. Like Hugh Laurie morphing from Wooster to House (and Hugh Laurie is hard to miss, being 6'2" but really, you'd think it was two totally different people). (On the other hand, Alan Rickman, who I adore, is always definitely Alan Rickman. And so is Judi Dench.)

Actually, come to think of it, I get the same kick out of spotting cameo actors on TV as I do out of spotting British actors in films so perhaps the morphable British actor is, in America, the morphable television actor. For instance, Megan Follows has shown up on a CSI and a Cold Case; well, okay, she's Canadian, but both Alexis Denisof--Wesley from Buffy/Angel and Alyson Hannigan's husband--and Amy Acker--Fred from Angel--showed up on How I Met Your Mother, and they're not Canadian or English. And Spike (James Marsters) showed up on Smallville. (One of the few episodes I watched; I really don't get that show.)*

Total tangent: actually out of the Buffy/Angel universe, Hannigan and Boreanaz seemed to be doing the best career wise. (I think Marsters has a band.) I don't know if How I Met Your Mother will last, but it is an absolutely delightful show. Every time I watch it, I say, "Ah, that was delightful." And Bones is just fantastic. Nice to know it has been signed for a new season. (Excellent season finale as well.)

*My favorite cameo of all time is the chess playing guy who shows up as the toy restorer in Toy Story 2. I saw the movie in the theatre with a friend, and we both started yelping when he came on the screen. But you had to have seen the chess playing short (attached, I think, to Toy Story 1) to know who he was. It was a great little cameo. (And, in theory, could have been the same character.)

CATEGORY: TV

Monday, May 15, 2006

Path of Dreams by Eugene Woodbury

My brother Eugene's novel Path of Dreams is being published by Parables Publishing, August 14, 2006. You can learn about Path of Dreams here and put in your orders here!

CATEGORY: FICTION

The Theory of At Least One

I believe in what I call the Theory of At Least One. The Theory of At Least One means that there is at least one person out there who thinks a certain way or supports a certain cause or has a certain hobby. I believed this long before I became a web surfer (which appellation I really can't claim; I prefer other people to do the surfing and then tell me what sites are cool to visit). In other words, the Theory didn't grow out of me studying the Internet, it grew out of my understanding of human nature. But the Internet backs up the Theory.

Basically, the Theory of At Least One can be described by the phrase, "Well, there's at least one person out there who thinks . . ." But the important thing about the Theory of At Least One is that it doesn't, necessarily, refer to things like conspiracy theories. And it also doesn't, necessarily, refer to a small group of people or fans all agreeing on something. It refers mostly to the individual. So, I will think to myself, "Well, there's at least one person out there who makes gorilla sounds on the underground." Or, "Well, there's at least one person out there who thinks Happy Gilmore is an existential poem about the futility of life." Or "There's at least one person out there who owns a dog named Tolstoy." Or "There's at least one person out there who thinks that some minor soap star is the best actor in the world."

The Theory of At Least One doesn't apply, particularly, to craziness. I'm sure there's at least one person out there who thinks he/she is an alien (possibly, more than one person!). Nor does the Theory apply to deliberate fantasying, like those of us who created our own stories to add to Tolkien's universe. Rather, the Theory refers to the idiosyncratic nature of human beings.The Theory of At Least One keeps me humble. It also kept me from being overwhelmed by the machine-like and didactic certainty of the Marxist feminist thinkers who unfortunately over-accompanied my college classes for the last two years. (Everyone else didn't believe in anything much; I believed in something but became tongue-tied in exasperation at the way everyone else just fell on the bandwagon of socio-politico-economico determinism.) Anyway, the Theory of At Least One isn't an answer to higher education's insistence on external causation but it does represent, for me, a basic underlying belief in human individualism. (I'll leave discussions of free will and such for another time; to paraphrase Neo, I believe in free will because I want to.)

Anyway, the Theory of At Least One can be applied broadly or nit-pickily: at least one person today in Maine is glad it rained; at least one person is out there in Portland protesting something (despite the rain). At least one person somewhere today is thinking of watching all their Star Trek DVDs from the beginning. At least one person is vomiting at work. At least one person is wishing they could meet David Hasselhoff in person (really, I bet there is). I least one person is writing an angry letter to CBS News. At least one person has just decided that Tim Farrington is absolutely the best writer of the last fifty years. At least one person has just decided that they will never watch baseball again.

Every show ever made has at least one fan who thought it should never, never have gone off the air. Every book ever written has at least one reader who cried and wished it would never, never go out of print. Every actor has at least one fan. Every episode has at least one detractor and one enthusiast. And so on and so forth.

At least one person will read this blog. (It's a hopeful kind of philosophy.)

CATEGORY: FROLICS

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Dissecting Harry Potter

I've been listening to the first Harry Potter book (read by Jim Dale) as I drive to work in the mornings. It's been awhile (no, I'm not one of those avid fans who rereads the books every six months. Not avid about Harry Potter, that is. I am an avid fan of C.S. Lewis. I've read the Narnia books so many times, I've started forcing myself to wait five years before I go through the books again).

My memory of early Harry Potter (the character) was of someone who had been put down, sat on--poor kid living with that horrible family who force him to sleep in a cupboard. I think this viewpoint was reinforced by Daniel Radcliffe's rather gentle persona. Not that I thought Harry Potter acted like a victim, but I definitely thought he had been victimized.

Listening to the tape, however, I was struck by how aggressive Harry actually is in the books. He is a self-confidant kiddo with an edge to his tongue, the kind of kid who would (in different circumstances) make sotto voce comments that get other kids laughing. I don't think this is an implausible characterization by Rowlings. He has been neglected by the Dursleys but not actually, abused (yes, yes, I know emotional abuse can be a horrible thing but one gets the impression that the Dursleys ignore and grumble about and even fear Harry more than they actively go after him). Harry's father was, we learn later, a rather aggressively confident person himself. And I decided that, given Harry's intrinsic personality, it probably was just as well that he got sat on for eleven years. Unrestrained sarcasm coupled with ebullient self-confidence would have made him a misery to be around (not to mention the whole Harry Potter celebrity stuff) if he'd stayed in the wizarding world after his parents' deaths.

I have no idea if Rowlings intended this kind of character insight in the early books. She may have intended it later (where she gave us sneak peeps into Harry's dad's life). I know people say she had the whole Harry plotline/universe figured out from the beginning, but the books have an uneven feel to me that don't correspond to seven fully fleshed out outlines. Rowlings may have a general idea of where she is going, but I never got the impression that she knew what she was going to do with, say, Snape in the early books.

And I wonder how many character insights actually come more from the fans than from Rowlings: fans reading their opinions about Harry, Hermione, Sirius, etc. into the narratives. There's nothing wrong with that. As Jane Espenson stated about an Angel episode, Thank goodness for the fans. They do all the hard work of coming up with explanations that make sense of the scripts' flaws. In fact, I would argue that it is the ability to do this that attracts fans to certain works. Rowlings has created more a series of myths or fairytales than a group of novels. Myths and fairytales can be played with, molded. Fans have more room to work out their creative desires. We decide whether Harry is best understood from a Jungian or Freudian or whatever perspective. Which is, frankly, a whole lot of the fun.

CATEGORY: BOOKS

Thursday, May 4, 2006

I Go International

I've just learned that one of my stories is being moved up in the publishing queue. Originally slated for 2007, it will be coming out soon-ish (this summer) in Andromeda Spaceways, an Australian sci-fi magazine. The issue (which is not yet advertised on the website) will be Issue #24.

CATEGORY: FICTION

Tuesday, May 2, 2006

The Television Experience

There are things that I will watch on television but will never, never rent. This is not, necessarily, a "high culture" versus a "low culture" thing. It isn't that I only rent sophisticated movies/television shows. (I rent a ton of Star Trek and other sci-fi shows, for example. And I keep waiting for Scarecrow and Mrs. King to come out on DVD so I can rent it through Netflix.) Rather the criteria has more to do with the time I am willing to admit (to myself) that I will spend doing something. And this is one reason why television is so wonderful and why, I think, commercial television will never disappear.

I will not, for instance, rent Seinfeld. Or Friends. Or Hallmark movies. Or movies like Legally Blond. I look at them in the library, and I just can't bring myself to say, "I'm actually going to set aside time during my day to watch this stuff." But if it is on T.V., that's okay, that's different. It isn't planned. Besides I'm eating dinner or reading articles for school or going over grades at the same time. I'm multi-tasking. The T.V. is just background.

The "I'm going to pretend that I don't actually watch this stuff" isn't the only factor. I never rent CSI: Las Vegas, although I'm an assiduous CSI watcher. I love House, but I never rent House or tape it. For me, CSI and House encapsulate the television experience. Separate the shows from that experience and they simply aren't the same. I taped House once and ended up watching the commercials anyway (not on purpose; I forgot I was watching it on tape, but it indicates how important the television experience is). It isn't necessarily that I like commercials, although I do like some, but that the experience of watching ten minutes of plot with three minutes of break (in which I can read, correct a paper, vacuum) is part of the whole television experience. It's like those nineteenth century plays which including Dancing Barbers and vaudeville acts between Hamlet's soliquoy and his death. Without the interruptions, it's just some two-bit plot with music. With the interruptions, it becomes TELEVISION, an hour of plot and previews and commercials and music and commentary and news excerpts. And really, there's a big difference.

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