Sunday, March 2, 2008

Ink, Contest

Permanent or permanent marker?



and, what does it signify? If you can answer both questions, I'll enter you in a drawing for a free book. Send your answer in an email to bmandabach at msn dot com. There are clues in an earlier blog on my myspace, if you feel like doing some research.

(no comments that give away the symbol, please:)

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Sympathy, American History, We Wear the Mask

One extra day of Black History Month this year, so I'll close it out with some thoughts and some poems:

Today's BHM trivia contest question at school pissed me off:
"Who killed Martin Luther King?"

Yes, knowing this person's name is knowing some history. But how many other, better things are there to know?


Forget his name,
never speak it again, let it rot like his soul was rotten. Let's not sing the names of murderers. Let's close our fists around their syllables and plunge our hands deep in the mud and drown them.

And let's lift up the poems on our voices, because it's only one month until National Poetry Month! (formatting is funky--always is when I cut and paste from poets.org)
by
Paul Laurence Dunbar:
Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;

When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,

And the river flows like a stream of glass;

When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,

And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--

I know what the caged bird feels!



I know why the caged bird beats its wing

Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;

For he must fly back to his perch and cling

When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;

And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars

And they pulse again with a keener sting--

I know why he beats his wing!



I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,

When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--

When he beats his bars and he would be free;

It is not a carol of joy or glee,

But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,

But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--

I know why the caged bird sings!

American History


by Michael S. Harper


Those four black girls blown up
in that Alabama church
remind me of five hundred
middle passage blacks,
in a net, under water
in Charleston harbor
so redcoats wouldn't find them.
Can't find what you can't see
can you?





..>

We Wear the Mask


by Paul Laurence Dunbar


We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
 
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
    We wear the mask.
 
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
    We wear the mask!



Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Peter Cameron's SOMEDAY THIS PAIN WILL BE USEFUL TO YOU


Saturday night I finished this amazing book by Peter Cameron. It's one of those stories that summaries fail, so I won't even try. This review does pretty well,
Brian Farrey's review on Dispatches from an MFA-Seeking Writer, but it seems to me that this story is so well-told that telling what it's about doesn't say much about the book at all.

Furthermore, even though I've given you that link, I'll say that I think it's better to read Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You without knowing anything that's going to happen. Not that what you read in a review will spoil it, it's just that my preference is always to avoid knowing too much about a book before I read. I want to be open to the most subtle bit of surprise. I want the story to reveal itself. I want to guess and predict. I want to let the writing tell the story.

And this one is the kind of book that you can read the first page and know you want to keep reading.

What I will say here is that the book is hilarious and smart. Protagonist/narrator James slays me with his observations and Cameron just kills me with his dialog. James is a kid (18 years old, in the summer before college) with some serious issues, but despite how impossible he is, I believed that he was either right on or I sympathized completely despite the fact that I knew he was fucking up.

And the way Cameron begins with such a strong, endearing voice and "gotta read this passage aloud to your friend" humor, then gradually reveals the story with precision and restraint . . . What can I say?

I wish I could write like this!




Sunday, February 3, 2008

Books from High School English

WHAT BOOKS FROM ENGLISH CLASS DO YOU HATE?

WHICH BOOKS DO YOU LOVE?


I read
THIS BLOG about how much Teen Book Reviewer hates Holden Caulfield and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and I wondered:


What other books that I love do you hate? Or maybe you love them, too?

I loved these, and more, often because I had great English teachers who taught the books with love. It wasn't until college that I thought we over-
analyzed, but I come from a family of English majors. I expected the great books to be great, I assumed that they would lead me into mysterious and sublime realms, and they usually did.


Other titles I remember are Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Hamlet, and Julius Caesar; poems by Robert Frost; Arthur Miller's The Crucible; Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury; The Plague by Camus; How to Kill a Mockingbird; The Odyssey; Dandelion Wine, by Ray Bradbury, Paul Zindel's The Pigman, and many more!

Some were pretty difficult, and Walden I loved not just because of the ideas (or ideals), but because Mr. Nelson was so intense about it that I really wanted to understand and live the ideals.

But enough about me. Maybe I was just a little English teacher in the making!



I got lots of great comments on the subject at my myspace blog, but you should go to to Teen Book Review and comment.


Tuesday, January 15, 2008

What's young adult? What's not? Why? And other QUESTIONS . . .

Not long ago I read a really interesting novel, The Tribes of Palos Verdes by Joy Nicholson.



It's a bildungsroman, story of a girl, her twin brother, water, and fire. (Salon Review of Tribes)

My wife, Lee, who doesn't read much YA, picked it up at the library, read it, and passed it my way. It's just over 200 pages, which is the usual length for realistic YA fiction, and the characters are the right age--so why isn't it YA?

A while ago I asked FLUX editor Andrew Karre why he though Curtis Sittenfeld's Prep wasn't YA, and he said it was just because a YA editor hadn't gotten a hold of it. But I wonder.

I happened to be on a pink-jacketed novel kick (why don't some guys read some books?) when I read Prep, which was the second in the series, the first being Natasha Friend's Perfect, which happens to be YA.



A couple points of contrast stand out in my mind more than a year later:

  • Perfect is 200 pages long.

  • Prep has a post-adolescent perspective.

  • Perfect's cover is almost entirely pink, while Prep's just has a little pink in it.


Now, I know that not all YA is under 300 pages, but it seems like most of it is. And don't you wish that more of it was longer? Are teens, if they aren't looking for fantasy or sci fi, scared of thick books? Or do adults just think they are?

And have not some agents, editors, and reviewers come to expect a certain length and formula from YA? I don't read nearly as much as they do, and I know most are looking for something that stands out as different, but it seems to me that a lot of the YA I read gets going and wraps up at much the same pace.

Back to Prep: it was a bit too long, maybe, and could have used some cutting, but the pacing of the book develops--as I remember it--with more immersion detail and complexity than Perfect. I'm loathe to criticize my peers--and Friend is probably a better and certainly a more successful writer than I--but Perfect left me wanting more.

Not because of the ambiguous ending. I had a fabulous discussion with a couple of my students about it, and we all appreciated how the end allowed us to imagine a future for the characters that is suggested rather than spelled out.

I wanted more because, though Friend brilliantly made me understand bulimia for the first time. (In a purely physical level her writing took me right there so I almost feel as if I have gorged myself sick and then released it all back again. I almost feel like I want to.) I just wanted more of the characters, their relationships, their lives, and all I got was 200 pages.

After all that about length, I still think that it's probably not a central issue here. Fantasy YA gives intricate detail, and tends to take its time--even if the time rushes by in fast-paced action--and gives us the characters' whole world.

Rather than quantity, I think that the what makes a book YA or adult is a qualitative difference. In Prep, a huge factor is the perspective of looking back on those teen years as opposed to being in them. This completely changes the voice, and though I don't think that makes it any less attractive for teens, I think it makes it a lot more palatable for adults.

At the same time, I think this perspective gives YA it's authenticity. As the FLUX motto says, "YA is a point of view." It's being a teenager, not trying to make sense of it from the dotage of your 20's or 3o's. The best writers of YA, then, must possess a gift of imagination (or else they exist in a state of arrested development).

In Palos Verdes there's also a qualitative difference--something present in the voice, something very spare that says adult. Maybe it's something not present in the voice, as well--the absence of a certain preciousness that too often finds its way into novels that we adults write for teens. I know there are plenty of YA novels that don't have the preciousness; my point is that the clean, spare prose and the cool, distanced voice makes Palos Verdes something that's marketable as a story for grown-ups. And, if such books get into the hands of the not-quite-grown-up, I think they will often appeal.

I asked Lee why she thought Palos Verdes isn't YA, and she said that the Medina (the protagonist) isn't exactly a great role model. (Andrew is screaming, now, if he's reading this! :)

C'mon! How many girls are there out there who are going to get themselves and their brothers nice, if slightly used, surfboards by lifting up their shirts in the pool house? Really clever girls might even figure out that they could "pay" for a snowboard by showing their stuff in the garage! Lee recognizes that its possible for teenagers to empathize with the protagonist without emulating her, but she--like a lot of adults--are concerned. What about the kids who might see maladaptive behaviors and be attracted to them?

I don't know. I don't think that the fabulous Alaska is going to tempt anyone to jump into a car after a night of boozing. Nor do I think that any more kids who have gone and asked Alice over the years have been scared off drugs than have been intrigued by them, regardless of what happened to her. If she really existed. I remember people saying that the whole thing was propaganda. And Alaska got hers, too, didn't she? Are characters who make bad decisions okay as long as they are punished?

Are characters in YA more likely to be good role models than those in other fiction? Unquestionably. Is this good for kids? Is it good for the literature?

Premise for a distopian teen novel:

In a not so distant place and future, all kid and teen literature (media?) is produced by a shadowy government/media conglomerate like Harpercollins corporate collective with the purpose of inculcating future citizens/consumers with appropriate self image and values. Until the kids start writing for themselves!

But we old fogies need not worry. They won't really be able to write until they are old enough to sell out appreciate the need to guide the hope of our future!

Did I get off topic?

What is an isn't YA and why?

btw, snopes.com says that Go Ask Alice is not in fact "a real diary".

Who says myspace is an addictive waste of time?

Okay, it might not be addictive, but who says there's no significant content there?!?!?!?


Check out Melissa's Poised at the Edge blog for an interview with MEEEEEEE!


Okay, I'm not all that significant, but Melissa and I are trying our best . . .


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Saturday, January 12, 2008

Beatles - Kansas City - I'm a Loser - Boys

This is excellent and funny. The second song, "Loser" is one of my fav Lennon tunes, but dig the way they can't stop grinning even though it's such a sad song. And the last one, "Boys? lmao