Saturday, February 25, 2012

earthquakes of the soul

God I love my classes.  My crazy, make me stay up until 4 am almost every night, overload me with work, amazing classes.  Except ceramics.  But still.  3 out of 4 ain't bad.  In my creative writing seminar today, Mike went on one of his amazing rants.  I say amazing because honestly, I wish I had a tape recorder so I could just write down verbatim what he says.  I don't know how he does it, as I am becoming increasingly suspicious that I only think I sound intelligent, and am actually not.  But he has a way of making everything he says seem like the most obvious thing in the world.  True, it could be that I have simply just not been on my game of late, as, have you heard?  I have crazy classes that keep me up until about 4 am every night.  That and blogging. But really--this is what he was talking about in class today. (Get ready, this is gold.)

When writing a story, you must consider why your characters are doing what they are doing.  You cannot have them make a decision because you want them to.  There has to be a valid reason behind every decision.  And the reader has to know it.  There must be some awe-inspiring, life-validating, sense-making reason for every action. There must be at least one decision that is an earthquake of the soul.  Every story has a choice, as every character has a decision to make.  Harry has the choice to find and destroy Voldemort, or let it be and perhaps relocate to Russia.  Stanley Yelnats has the choice to carry Zero up the mountain, or let him die at the base of God's thumb with onion breath.  Bod has the choice to take control of his own path in life and rid the world of Jacks, or to simply live as one of the dead forever. Emmilina has the choice to run away with Charlotte, or sit in her bedroom and waste away as her parents look on.  These are all earthquakes of the soul.  They are life changing decisions. 

Now, on to other things. I have recently read The Cardturner, by Louis Sachar.  Now, if any of you know me (and if you are reading this, then chances are good), then you know that I absolutely adore Louis Sachar.  Holes and Wayside School is Falling Down, along with Someday Angeline and Dogs Don't Tell Jokes are some of my all time favorite books, predating even Harry Potter.  But, I'm not going to lie to you, The Cardturner was not Sachar's best work.

Yes, he does a great job creating believable characters--Alton seemed like a very true to life high schooler.  It was also just a great little story about a relationship between a teenager and his aging uncle.  There was also a bit of a mysterious old family scandal that was fun to read about.  And I got to learn a lot about the game of bridge; something Sachar clearly knows a lot about.  To be fair (it is now about two weeks since I started writing this post, btw), he had an awesome blurb in the beginning, in which he basically tells us all what I had been suspecting all along--that he wrote about a game that he just knew a lot about.  This is what he says, in "A Note from the Author:"

"Imagine you were abducted by aliens and taken away to their home planet.  After living there awhile, you learn to speak their language, and then actually become a pretty well-known author.  You were a huge baseball fan back on Earth, so you decide to write a book about baseball.  You know that none of your alien readers have ever heard of baseball, but you think it will make a great story, and besides, you really love the game...
  As you attempt to write it, you quickly find yourself entangled in words with multiple meanings, like ball and run.  When you try to describe a triple play, you get so bogged down explaining the rules about force-outs that the excitement of the play itself is lost.
  That was the predicament I put myself into when I wrote The Cardturner.  It's not about baseball but about bridge, a card game that was once extremely popular but that, unfortunately, not too many people play anymore, especially not young people.  In fact, the people who do play bridge seem to live in their own alien world.
  My publisher, my editor, my wife, and my agent all said I was crazy.  'No one's going to want to read a book about bridge!' they told me on more than one occasion.
  Still, I really love the game..."

Which just goes to show: write about what you know and love.  What do I know and love?  Road trips down I-94 in a crowded car.  But anyways, I'm not saying it was a bad book because it was about bridge (which, as it turns out, is a very confusing game).  I thought that was very interesting.  And I'm not even saying it was a "bad book" per say.  It just left me with a weird taste in my mouth.  But before I get to that, here's what it did well.

Even though a significant portion of the book was dedicated to explaining the finer rules of the game of bridge, it worked.  This is for two reasons: first, it was being described in the voice of Alton, the sixteen year old main character.  Second, he added a picture of a whale.

Right, let me explain further.  Or rather, type you a small portion.  Imagine there is a picture of a whale.

"Do you see that picture of a whale?"  (Pretend you do.  It's there.  It's a whale.  I'm not scanning it.) "It's going to be our secret code. (Okay, maybe it's not so secret.)
  This past year I had to read Moby-Dick in my Language Arts / English class.  It seemed like a pretty good adventure story about a monster killer whale, but just when I started to get into it, the author, Herman Melville, stopped the story and went on page after page describing every time detail of a whaling ship.  I zoned out.  I never finished the book and had to bluff my way through the test. 
  The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm about to attempt to explain the basics of bridge.  My guess is that there's going to have to be more bridge in the book as well.
  I'm not trying to teach you how to play bridge.  There's not way I could do that.  I'll just try to explain enough of the basics that if you want, you might be able to understand some of the bridge stuff that happens.  ...
  So here's the deal.  Whenever you see the picture of the whale, it means I'm about to go into some detail about bridge.  If that makes you zone out, then just skip ahead to the summary box and I'll give you the short version" (43).

So you see?  He found a way to write about a very complicated game (in which we might as well be aliens--at least I might as well have been an alien), and still manage to have a compelling and easy to read story.  It was a pageturner.  (Oh, yes, I am witty.)  I love books that teach things while still telling a story--Rick Riordan's The Lightning Thief is another example of this, though admittedly Rick Riordan weaved Greek gods into his story much better.

Anyways, the bridge is not why it left a weird taste in my mouth.  Here is why:

The whole book, we follow Alton, a very realistic, down to earth, normal teenager through his experience in being his blind uncle's cardturner.  His uncle gives him money, he gets a car, there is a bit of a love triangle in which his best friend is dating his ex-girlfriend and is trying to cheat on said ex-girlfriend with Toni--the girl Alton likes and the other main character.  It's all a very normal game until his uncle dies, at which point he starts having paranormal otherworldly conversations with the dead.

Now... the problem I have with this is that we were not given any warning for the supernatural.  We were not even given any warning for the unnatural.  We were reading about bridge, and all of a sudden, his uncle is talking to him from beyond the grave.

Okay, you say, what about Holes?  There was magic in that!  What about the curse on the Yelnats family all because of Stanley's "no-good, dirty-rotten, pig-stealing, great, great grandfather?"  Well, in that situation, we are hearing the story of Madame Zeroni alongside the more realistic story of Stanley Yelnats.  We are allowed to suspect that some magic is at play here, that maybe the curse is real.  In this book we get none of that. We hear that Toni has headaches, but that's hardly supernatural.

So, moral of the story: it was a fascinating book, but not one of my favorites.  It changed genres in the middle. But, props to Louis Sachar for writing a book about a confusing game of cards that was incredibly interesting.

What was the earthquake of your soul?  Or in my case... where will this earthquake known as graduation leave me?  Make a life changing, world altering, lip smacking, eye opening, smile inducing decision today.  Every choice matters.

I'm suspicious that my little will be the next J.K. Rowling.  Oh, and I'm talking about Chloe, the one who's in fifth grade. She is brilliant, and I love her.

Oh, and speaking of J.K. Rowling, she's writing a new book for adults!
Jumping up and down with excitement,
L.R. Ogden

Sunday, February 5, 2012

nobody

Neil Gaiman is a genius.  I mean really, he, like David Almond, has a way of writing that makes me hate him.  Not because I don't love the story--I absolutely love both their stories--but because I was not the one to write them.  Yes, alright, that's a stupid way to think... I should be thankful they set the bar so high and that I can learn from them... yada yada yada and a yoyo.  But look, I'm not the only who thinks this.  Take Hemingway.  Well, the Hemingway from the film Midnight in Paris, anyways. 

Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion.
Hemingway: I hate it. 
Gil: You haven’t even read it yet.
Hemingway: If it’s bad, I’ll hate it. If it’s good, then I’ll be envious and hate it even more. You don’t want the opinion of another writer.

So you see, I'm allowed to hate my favorite authors just a little bit.  Anyways, on with the business!  I read The Graveyard Book last year (good God) and absolutely loved it.  Why did I not write this?  Well, that's all okay, because I actually make an appearance in this book.  Yes indeedy.  
Why is this book so great, you ask?  What do you think about it Liza?  Please tell us your opinions.  

...

Well, alright, since you asked so nicely.


The Graveyard Book is one of those books that I am simply thankful exists.  It does one of the things that a lot of children's literature attempts to do (and is often unsuccessful): it helps kids work through and deal with one of the most difficult aspects of life.  And yes, obviously I mean death.  By creating a world of the dead that is not only accessible by the living, but protective of it, he allows children another form of reassurance and comfort.  No, I am not saying that children who have lost a loved one should retreat into fantasy land and go and try to live in a graveyard.  That would not be fun.  Or particularly safe.  (Though now that I think about it--graveyards should be relatively safe, right?  What is the crime rate in graveyards?  Everyone's already dead...) I am just saying, the overall message of The Graveyard Book, and stories like it, instill in children a feeling of hope and safety. It gives the feeling that those who love us never really leave us (not sure if I'm quoting Harry Potter or The Lion King, but probably the former).  Anyways, it is able to make a difficult situation seem light and joyful. 

Moving on.  Now, you all know how important I think names are.  Katniss Everdeen... horrible.  Just, just... blechk.  Milkman from Song of Solomon... urgh.  I know Toni Morrison is amazing and believe you me, I have so much respect for that woman because she is an amazing writer... but gross.  Milkman.  Oh, he's named that because his mother breastfed him until he was about ten. Yeah.  Blechk.  And now that I'm talking about names, let me let you in on a little secret: it's not just the way the name sounds--you can tell a lot about a person based on how they spell their name.  Yes, this is slightly (alright more than slightly) judgmental, but let me be.  Just watch.  Or read.  

There was once a girl named Ashley who loved to put on makeup every morning.  

So, when I read that line, I see a girl (specifically one of the Ashleys from Recess) putting on an appropriate amount of makeup.  Now:

There was once a girl named Ashlee who loved to put on makeup every morning.
And now she is wearing much to much makeup for her face.  And dear lord, I hope no one reading this is named Ashlee.  You see?  Judgmental.  But, when writing a story, never would I ever give a character a name that ends in two e's if I wanted her to be a protagonist. 

But on to my real point:  Neil Gaiman has some awesome names in The Graveyard Book.  First of all, his main character is Bod--short for Nobody.  Nobody Owens is the main character.  I like this for a few reasons: first, it is way clever and just plain awesome.  Second: the people of the graveyard could have named him anything under the sun--Shakespeare, Napoleon, Winston Churchill, Obama... Ryan Gosling... But no.  Nobody is the hero.  Which could be anybody.  It doesn't take a person with a great name to be the hero of the story.  Any old Mike, John, Sarah, Katie, or Rachel could have done it. The villain is also done extremely cleverly--his name is Jack, and he is one of many... Jacks of all trades.  Gaiman has an extraordinary amount of fun with the name Jack, though I won't say more here because I don't want to give anything away.

Plus, there is a character named Liza Hempstock, so obviously I approve. 

I also am in love with this book because it is so understated.  It doesn't try to take control of the reader's imagination.  By this I mean we are not even sure what exactly Silas is.  Okay, yes, he is most likely a vampire, but I did not get that in my reading of the novel.  And I consider myself a fairly active and observant reader.  Somehow Neil Gaiman finds a way to combine beautiful descriptions with the ability to enchant the imagination.  By this I mean (okay, hold on to your hats) he does something J.K. Rowling does not.  He allows the reader to have more than one interpretation of a character or setting.  I say this because we are not even allowed to surmise the sexuality of one of the main characters or who each character ultimately marries in Harry Potter.  As cool as I think it is that Dumbledore is gay, or that Luna marries the grandson of Newt Scamander, there are some things better left to the imagination.  That Neville and Luna were madly in love, for example.   Rowling gave enough hints in her books to let everything lie... and not tell more tidbits of her story in various interviews.

AND not only is this book illustrated with gorgeous illustrations, but it is yet another book written by Neil Gaiman that made me almost picture the style of film used in Coraline and The Nightmare before Christmas.  Very cool.

And here's another (the last) reason I love this book: the writing is absolutely fantastic, and quite inspirational.  Check it:

When describing the place where ghouls live, Gaiman says this, "Even from the path below Ghulheim, even from miles away, Bod could see that all of the angles were wrong--that the walls sloped crazily, that it was every nightmare he had ever endured made into a place, like a huge mouth of jutting teeth.  It was a city that had been built just to be abandoned, in which all the gears and madnesses and revulsions of the creatures who built it were made into stone" (82).

A conversation between Bod and Silas regarding suicide:
"'Does it work? Are they happier dead?'
'Sometimes.  Mostly, no.  It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way.  Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.  If you see what I mean'" (104). 

A conversation between Bod and Silas after Bod comments he wouldn't mind being killed, as some of his "best friends are dead."

"Yes... They are.  And they are, for the most part, done with the world.  You are not.  You're alive, Bod.  That means you have infinite potential.  You can do anything. make anything dream anything.  If you change the world, the world will change.  Potential.  Once you're dead, it's gone.  Over.  You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name.  You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished" (179). 

Bod, upon his final departure:
"'If I change my mind can I come back here?' And then he answered his own question.  'If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be home any longer'" (304). 

The song that his adoptive parents sang to him as he grew up in the graveyard:

"Sleep my little babby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you'll see the world
If I'm not mistaken.

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure.  

Face your life
Its pain, its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken" (306).

Go out and be happy you aren't dead.  I'm happy you're not dead.  Go and see a volcano, or a forest, or a little bit of grass that is growing through the sidewalk.  Or make a snow angel, depending on the weather.  


I think I just realized that my phobia of white space isn't a phobia at all... it's an itch created by a space of infinite potential that I need to fill.  Just like a blank page...

L.R. Ogden