Book Review: The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula Le Guin

The next book for my Readings in the Genre: Fantasy Classics class for my Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University is the Tombs of Atuan (Fantasy 180 pages) by Ursula Le Guin.

One of the key themes of this novel is the idea of identity. The novel starts out with a prologue that echoed throughout my head during the entire time I read this book. Right there on page VIII: “COME HOME, TENAR! COME HOME!” The novel starts with the main character’s identity, but then erases it two pages later. Tenar becomes Arha, the Eaten One. She’s taken from her mother who clearly loves her and given to training for a task designed to make her cold, hard, and distant.

It really felt to me as though the first half of this book was devoted solely to empty darkness, so much so that I felt individually burdened by how few opportunities were available for Tenar and Penthe and the other little girls taken into service for a religion that required the participation of no one else. For 68 pages, until the arrival of a mysterious light in the dark caverns that govern Tenar’s life, I felt the darkness at the edge of my vision. Not just a physical darkness, but a darkness of the heart, mind, and soul. In my opinion, the enforced darkness of the heart, mind, and soul is far more terrifying because it is a behavior that is not only taught, but strongly encouraged in Tenar’s position as the One Priestess.

From the day she is taken into service at the temple and her real name eaten on page 7, to the authorized death of the three prisoners on page 40 to the confusion of her faith on page 48, Tenar is discouraged from being anything other than a vessel. She started to have inklings about her true personality and her true self when she has nightmares about the men she left in the Undertomb on page 44. I was actually kind of happy for Tenar that she was able to feel guilt for having left them there to die. And she gets more of her own personality back when she speaks with Penthe and realizes that people are very different, and that some people are capable of seeing the world in entirely different, and pleasant, ways. But until she is faced with a catalyst in the form of light in her caves on page 69, she lives the shell-live she is required to in order to be the One Priestess.

She attends the services as she’s required. She memorizes the routes through the Labyrinth. She learns and performs the required rituals at the required times, but not even she believes in her own religion. She learns the steps to the dance, but they have no meaning for her. This is how her entire life is, where she is only allowed to participate in those things which apply directly to her ability to perform her duties.

On page 78, she really starts to wonder about her life, though it’s only said: “There she lay long awake in the wind-loud darkness, seeing always before her the crystal radiance that had shimmered in the house of death, the soft unburning fire, the stones of the tunnel walls, the quiet face of the man asleep.” For the first time, she sees not decaying beauty, like the old dresses, but real beauty. She saw the tombs where she spent so much of her time though her eyes and it impacted her ability to define herself by the darkness. As humans are very much visual creatures, this was really the point in the story where Tenar starts to realize that the world doesn’t have to be cold and dark, and that there is beauty for her to find.

Tenar’s discovery of her identity is done very artfully. She didn’t go from a quivering person filled with fear to a woman ready to stand on her own in the span of two paragraphs, which I have seen done fairly often in some of the stories I read. Instead, it was one step at a time. Encouraging Penthe to climb the wall and hide with her, then trying to get guards stationed around the tombs, then step-by-step with Ged as she first worked to keep him alive and then worked with him to flee the tombs. I think that’s what made the idea of Tenar’s change in identity so believable and kept me moving forward. She didn’t have a drastic change overnight.

The end of the story comes not with a typical marriage, but with Ged preparing her to be on her own. I think I liked that the best in this story. Sure, Ged coaxes her along through the Labyrinth, but he has no intention of just dropping her off before she is prepared, or even of marrying her off. Tenar ends the story not quite as a whole person, but as someone capable of searching out her true identity. She’s going to be apprenticed to Ogion, who “lives in a small house on the great cliffs of Re Albi, high over the sea. He keeps some goats, and a garden patch. In autumn he goes wandering over the island, alone, in the forests, on the mountainsides, through the valleys of the rivers” (page 179). So Tenar doesn’t quite know who she is at this point, but she’s being given into the care of someone who will *teach* her about her true identity, but without normal marital ties for that time. And that, to me, is huge. It’s realistic. It’s not a perfect ending, but it’s a perfect ending for Tenar in this story. And most of the time, real life doesn’t have a cookie-cutter ending. Tenar was put into a position to create her own home, on her terms.

Overall, I’d say this book is probably a solid three on my rating scale. I’m glad that I own it and I’m sure I’ll reread it again at some point.

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Book Review: The Writing Workshop Notebook by Alan Ziegler

One of the required books for my Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University is The Writing Workshop Notebook (Reference/Resource 180 pages) by Alan Ziegler. This is probably the most effective writing book I’ve read in the course of my studies so far, and I strongly wish I’d been assigned this book instead of Self-Editing For Fiction Writers in the early parts of my genre-fiction writing educational program.

When looking at writing workshops, or really any workshops designed to improve an artist’s craft, they’re mostly a collaborative learning experience, where the student being critiqued will generally learn just as much, if not potentially more, from their fellow students as from the instructor or teacher. The instructor or teacher shoulders a lot of burdens and responsibility for the manner in which the workshop is conducted and this really hit a chord with me. My main focus in taking the Teaching of Popular Fiction and Writing is in getting myself prepared for a future as a creative writing instructor at a college or university. This book brought up a lot of really good points that I can use to best manage some of the burdens of that occupation.

One of the really great parts of this book, in my opinion, was the section with writer exercise from page 67-77. This selection of “No-Risk, Risk-Taking Exercises” would be a great way to help students (or any writer) who are stuck with either their work or their style to start putting words on the page. I think the reason I like this section on warm-up exercises so much is because I’ve learned the value of all sorts of writing in the last few years. There was a span just over a year for me where I wasn’t able to get any fictional writing done at all because I was producing a thousand words or more every day for work and I had no energy left for anything else by the time that was done. So even though I spent all those months not writing about dragons, demons, aliens, or super-humans, I learned a lot about writing, writing style, and tone.

For instance, if a student is struggling with what a main character might do next, they could work through the “Personal Effects” section on page 71. This could provide the key clue to solving a mystery or giving the main character a tool to use against the alien or to helping that romantic lead understand that their true love misses them and really is their true love. Or if a student is struggling to keep the readers emotionally invested in the characters, the student could use the “Time Bomb” section on page 74 to help infuse some strong emotional content back into the story.

I think that Alan Ziegler sums up the role of the instructor or teacher best on page 97: “It is a studio, not a gallery. You come to the workshop to improve the work, not to perform and be judged. You do not solicit – nor offer – book reviews. No single critique (or entire workshop term) should lead to the determination ‘This is how good I am and will ever be.'” There are so many ways that a workshop can go badly, however, and most of it depends on group dynamics. The instructor or teacher has the responsibility of providing just enough encouragement to keep the student moving forward but not enough so that the student becomes arrogant or egotistical. The instructor or teacher is also responsible for providing a sense of balance to the comments and ensuring that the students understand when positive comments are made that those who made the comments are sincere and for keeping other comments as critiques and not as criticisms, as mentioned on page 119.

The Writing Workshop Note Book offers an entire section on “Workshop Do’s and Don’ts” from pages 105-110, and the vast majority of these are absolutely solid examples of things that will help an instructor or teacher to facilitate a good workshop class. I think the way that SHU conducts the workshop sessions are a model of the way things should go, where each student is given an appropriate and equal amount of time to talk while the student whose work is being critiqued is not allowed to voice their thoughts until the end. This process works very well for the mature and responsible students such as those at SHU, but may not work as well for younger, more immature, or less experienced individuals such as those you might find in a local, technical, or community college.

I really do believe that the biggest challenge for the teacher or instructor of a writing workshop is maintaining the balance. You really do have to be careful about how you phrase your words and how well you know your students. Earlier in this class, there was a lot of reading about how knowing your students will help you to best facilitate their learning, and this is absolutely correct. Some students may ask the instructor or teacher to mark everything up, and they are genuinely capable of accepting all those comments about their work and making the necessary adjustments. Some students have such shattered self-perceptions about their own writing that even the smallest comment will give them the impression that they aren’t capable of doing things correctly.

It’s all really just a matter of balance. I actually thought this book was remarkably helpful and there were a lot of sections that I marked for future reference, either as extra writing prompts for days when things are just blocked and confusing, or as sections that will keep me mindful of things I need to pay attention to when I am the instructor or teacher who is working to convince these students that their writing, and they, have potential.

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Movie Review: The Book of Life

I think I remember seeing a preview for the Book of Life in front of one of the animated movies I went and saw in the last ten months, but I don’t remember which one. I think I remember seeing that preview and thinking that the movie looked interesting. A few people popped up on my tumblr feed and talked about why the movie was so good and worth supporting and how it wasn’t racist and was beautifully done, which then reminded me that the movie was actually in theaters now. So I went to see it and I’m glad I did.

This review will be very short because I have no desire to talk about spoilers and ruin things for people who likely haven’t seen the movie. If you’ve seen the movie and want to talk about it in detail, feel free to drop me a line 🙂

The opening scene with the just the logo for the production company blew my mind away. The camera traveled through space and it was one of the more beautiful introductions I’ve seen. DreamWorks has their kid on the moon, Disney has their giant castle, and Pixar has the lamp, but none of that compared even slightly to the five or so seconds of traveling through graphically designed space.

With that said, the animation style for the Book of Life really did require some getting used to. We’re so used to seeing animation that looks more real than real life these days that some people might not like or appreciate exactly how beautiful the Book of Life is. The colors and the style alone make the movie amazing. I think that this movie talks about a subject like death very nicely because death is never actually mentioned. If you’re no longer here, it’s because you went on to the Land of the Remembered. Once you’re no longer remembered, you move to the land of the Forgotten. No one wants to be forgotten. So when Manolo finds himself celebrating in the Land of the Remembered but learns that his one true love is not in the Land of the Remembered, he takes up a journey to find her and also to save both the realms of the Forgotten and the Land of the Remembered.

The music in this movie is fantastic and I enjoyed it greatly, as well as the voice talents who did a great job with each of their characters.

Every now and then, the movie would surprise me and I would laugh out loud.

The only issue I had with the movie was the love story, but that’s more because I’m not too keen on typical love stories. I never have been and I never will be.

Overall, I’d say the movie is a solid three for me. The only reason it’s not ranked higher is because of the love story, and love stories just aren’t my cup of tea.

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Book Review: Freedom’s Choice by Anne McCaffrey

I finished reading Freedom’s Choice (Science Fiction 327 pages) by Anne McCaffrey this morning and am absolutely ready to move on to the next book in the series. This story takes place immediately after Freedom’s Landing, so if you haven’t read the first book and you don’t want spoilers about what happens in this book, you probably shouldn’t read this review.

As with so many books, the back of this book was actually annoying and gave away too much of the last quarter of the book. I wish the back of the book had just went with the first two paragraphs: “Abducted by the alien Catteni, Kris Bjornsen was one of many humans brought to the planet Botany as part of an experiment to see if it could support life. Enslaved and forced to colonize a world not their own, the settlers have accepted Botany as their home – a home worth fighting for … Kris’ people have learned that the aliens responsible for their imprisonment are merely mercenaries, subjugated by the parasitic Eosi race, and that Botany is being farmed remotely by some unknown species – a species that may be sympathetic to the colonists’ struggle for freedom.”

I’m reminded more and more of Falling Skies with every one of these books that I finish. You’ve got a whole race of aliens who think they’re superior to all the other people in the universe so they go around letting “inferior” aliens do all their dirty work, like colonization and being slave-drivers and all that. Some aliens have more technology than others while the people of Earth are taken back to a much less technologically advanced state. The alien overlords in both sets have rather extensive mental powers and are working to conquer the galaxy, mostly just because they can. They feel it’s their right to do so because they are superior.

I guess one of the reasons why I enjoy both this series and Falling Skies so much is that both series seem to bring out the best of what humanity has to offer. It’s about bonding and family and taking care of the people who matter to you. Both series also clearly demonstrate why any sentient species elsewhere in the galaxy would do best to steer clear of Earth. We Terrans tend to be a resourceful, belligerent lot who can create many things with a minimal amount of resources. We don’t take well with outsiders telling us what to do and we fight back in every way imaginable, and some that aren’t.

Freedom’s Choice picks up where Freedom’s Landing left off, but it really felt to me that the main focus of this part of the story wasn’t the impending Phase Two of their rebellion, but more the necessity of procreation. This is where the book and series got really uncomfortable for me. What if I was stranded on an alien planet and the other members of the colony expected me to contribute to the gene pool just because I’m a woman of child-bearing age? While, in theory, I would understand the need to make sure the gene pool is as diverse as possible for future planning and generations, that’s not something I want in my life. And I’m not even sure it’s something I could actually accomplish. Having children has never been on my list of things I want for my life, and being abducted by aliens and dropped on a foreign planet likely wouldn’t change that. So at what point do the needs of the future and the many outweigh the needs of the one? Oddly, this situation and the possibilities make me very uncomfortable.

I’m intrigued by the nature of the Eosi and the manner they are attempting to deal with the concerns the Farmers represent. The sections that deal with the Eosi are very concise, even though a lot happens in them. And the sections with the Farmers are very methodical and unique. So each alien section is vastly different and I really got the feeling for the personality types of both alien species throughout the story.

Just like with Freedom’s Landing, Freedom’s Choice really picks up in the last quarter of the book. That’s where all the really fascinating stuff starts happening and I’m glad that I have the third book in the series ready to go because of the ending of the second book. The last few pages of this book are definitely heart-wrenching.

Overall, with the exception on the entire pregnancy stuff, I’d say this book is a solid three on my rating list. I’m glad I own it and it was a good science fiction read, also helping me with some of my own ideas and research.

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Movie Review: Earth to Echo

While out on a supply run recently, I noticed that Earth to Echo was out on video. I had wanted to see it when I saw previews for it last year but my movie-going experiences have been rather sporadic lately. I haven’t been keeping up with the movies that are out in theaters or those that are available for purchase lately.

I knew based on the previews that I remembered that Earth to Echo was going to be something like a newer version of ET. A bunch of kids find an alien life form and try to help and protect it against the evil and villainous government who is bent on dissecting the unknown alien creature, destroying it completely, or manipulating it to nefarious needs. And this is definitely the story of Earth to Echo. Only this time, the villainous workers intent on causing harm to the alien are not specifically identified. In this movie, it’s construction workers who are building a new highway through the town and so all the residents have to move.

The story centers around a group of kids who are spending their last night together as friends before each of them has to move. The new highway is going right through their neighborhood and so each family needed to find a new house, potentially a new job, and a new place to live. Alex, Munch, and Tuck go on an adventure on their last night together as friends to find a signal that’s messing up their phones. They find a tiny mechanical alien, Echo, who is stranded and wants to go home. In order to do so, he has to bring up his strength and get to his ship, as the capsule he landed in will act as some sort of a key to finding the ship.

In some ways, I liked the use of a GoPro to “make” the movie. It was there sporadically enough so that you remembered it, but not enough to mess with the storyline. I’m not a fan of the shaky camera style and I was glad that it was used as minimally as possible. Telling the story this way helped create a link between the characters and the audience and in some ways made the story a little bit more empathic.

The space graphics were so very, very pretty. I enjoyed those very few parts of the movie greatly.

Overall, the movie was fairly heartwarming and cute, but not something I would feel the need to watch over and over again. I think I would rate this movie as a middle two on my scale. It was neat to watch, but I kind of wish I’d waited until it was on sale before I bought it.

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Book Review: Freedom’s Landing by Anne McCaffrey

While I was out searching for books recently, I found the Freedom novels by Anne McCaffrey. I finished Freedom’s Landing (Science Fiction 324 pages) a few days ago and immediately started on the second book.

If you haven’t read this book or this series, I’m going to give away a lot of spoilers so you might not want to read my review unless you’ve either read the books or don’t care about having plot points divulged.

This is one of those rare instances where I had to read at least part of the back of the book so that I had something of a clue about what was going on: “Kristin Bjornsen lived a normal life, right up until the day the spaceships floated into view above Denver. As human slaves were herded into the maw of a massive vessel, Kris realized her normal life was over and her fight for freedom was just beginning. The alien Catteni value strength and intelligence in their slaves – and Kris had managed to survive her enslavement while hundreds of other humans have not. But her trial has just begun, for now she finds herself part of a massive experiment. The aliens have discovered a new world, and they have a simple way of finding out if it’s habitable: drop hundreds of slaves on the surface and see what happens. If they survive, colonization can begin. If not, there’s always more slaves.”

I assumed this book would take place right as the ships came out of orbit over Earth and that I would see Kris and her normal life for a bit before the colonization of other planets came into play. I was quite wrong. This novel starts out on the planet Barevi, after Kris has already been through quite a lot.

Artistically, I think this was nicely done. I have to admit, though, that for the first three pages, I kept turning to the front of the book, trying to make sure that I really did buy the whole series and that the book I was currently reading was actually the first book in the series because so many events were referenced that I felt there maybe should have been a book or several before this one. I very much respect throwing the readers into an unfamiliar, alien environment right off the bat. And then to find out that the alien planet Kris currently resides on is not actually the alien planet the back of the book talks about for colonization purposes? I thought it was complicated, realistic, and quite fabulous. It was also a fairly smart move, since most of the time, the characters you meet early in a story are typically the ones you remember the best and spend the most emotional investment towards. Obviously, all the people Kris might have known when she was abducted didn’t survive the trip, or didn’t stay in the same area.

I saw a lot of myself in Kris and that was really neat. I really liked how Kris took care of everyone else and accomplished whatever task she took on herself, even though that meant carrying Patti Sue for two days and then helping with tasks around the camp that needed to be done. Throughout the entire novel, Kris rarely does anything for herself. Everything she does is for the benefit of the survivors. She is a person of honor and is genuinely good.

The bulk of the story is a fairly basic survival on an alien planet kind of story, which is great because that’s kind of the theme of my current work in progress. There’s a lot of really good parts about human ingenuity and social justice, taking care of alien species and working together for the greater good. There’s a lot about how difficult basic survival is and how much of our lives we have gained back in our current society by not having to worry about things like survival. There’s also a lot of underlying terror, especially with the night crawlers and the meat processing plants. I have a very good imagination and I can get very clear mental images of what those situations would be like.

The only thing that sort of frustrated me was that most of the able-bodied people wind up pairing off. I really like and respect Kris as a hero until she has sex with Zainal. They’re a good match and the pairing is solid, but I was just so hoping that I could get a main character that was blatantly asexual – that Kris and Zainal would be solid partners and not have to be physically inclined. But so it goes.

The book builds tension as more information is presented and learned and the story ends at something of a cliff-hanger and I’m really glad that I had the second book ready for when I finished the first one. Overall, I would probably rate this book as a solid three. I’m happy I own it and it has a lot of great things going for it.

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Asexuality in a Sexualized Society

I’ve been working on this post for a very long time, but wasn’t quite sure when I should post it. Today, 26 October 2014, marks the beginning of Asexual Awareness Week (AAW), and that seems as good a time as any.

Part of this is inspired by my increasing frustration with society and the world in which I live and part of it is inspired by the destruction and rebuilding of my life that’s happened in the last year. As with most things I write, this will likely go all over the place 🙂

From the day we are born, and sometimes even before that, each and every one of us in Western society is subjected to gender roles and gender stereotypes. As soon as a woman finds out that she’s pregnant, everyone asks her about the expected gender of the child. If the child is likely to be a boy, the family starts receiving baby items that are blue. If the child is expected to be a girl, everyone sends pink everything. Once the child is born, the boys receive automatic birthday cards and presents that are blue with trucks on them, or firefighters, or super heroes, while the girls receive everything pink with dolls, or princesses, or cute animals. This trend only increases as the children get older, and is most noticeable in the “blue” and “pink” aisles you can find in absolutely any store. From birth, children are expected to fulfill their respective gender role. Girls should want to be princesses and family caretakers and boys should want to be the manly man who goes to work and provides for the family.

Someone in my facebook feed recently asked at what age it was appropriate to get a little girl’s ears pierced. My response was a very vocal “never” and I went on to describe my thoughts on how a piercing should never be done to someone. If someone who is old enough and mature enough to understand what having a piercing means and to actually want one and care for their ears correctly, I’d be supportive. But piercing a little girl’s ears so that you can make them look cute is wrong on every level. And I read articles about how parents allow their little boys to be rude and destroy castles made by little girls and the parents chuckle and say, “Boys will be boys” and I get so frustrated.

WE ARE TEACHING OUR CHILDREN TO BE WHO SOCIETY SAYS THEY OUGHT TO BE INSTEAD OF HELPING THEM BE WHO THEY ARE.

I had no interest in dolls when I was little. I wanted Legos and sometimes action figures, but I only wanted the action figures if they had removable armor and great weapon accessories. Everyone called me a tomboy because I liked to go outside and climb trees and I didn’t act anywhere close to what a proper little girl should. I had no desire to cook. I never fantasized about finding the right guy and getting married and having my 2.5 children. In church musicals, I played a soldier, a blue Care Bear, or Rumplestiltskin, or emotional representations of fear and death. I was never the princess or the damsel in distress. I had no desire to be rescued and absolutely no patience to wait around for someone else to decide my life for me.

As I got older, I felt withdrawn and broken because all those things that everyone around me wanted had no interest to me. I invested my free time in comic books, specifically the X-Men, and occasionally Batman. I didn’t want to date, but I liked hanging out with my friends, or my brother and his friends. I can’t even tell you how many females tried to be friendly with me to try and get dates with my brothers. My first kiss happened when I was 16, but I didn’t want to be any closer than we were. My favorite days with that gentlemen were when we went to his house and played board games or King’s Quest VI. I don’t know if he wanted more or not, but that relationship didn’t work out.

As more time passed, people in my peer group were talking about sex and some of them got pregnant and I was uncomfortable with all of it. Sex never felt desirable to me and it was not something I was ever curious about. I mean, I was curious in the sense that I didn’t understand why everyone else was so obsessed and I felt even more out of place because I felt like it was something that I was supposed to want and I just didn’t. I can be a very devoted and loving girlfriend if I love someone enough, but I’m really not okay with sex directed at me. I like to cuddle and be close to people I love, but there are only a small selection of individuals who I trust enough and am comfortable enough to let come physically close to me.

I’m over thirty years old now. In all that time, I’ve always wanted to find someone to share my life with, but I never wanted a normal relationship. I really just wanted a room mate that would be there for me to talk to when I came home from work. Someone to go adventuring with me. Someone to go and travel the world and go rock climbing and scuba diving and swimming with dolphins and have tea in foreign countries. I wanted to get married, but not to have sex. And I didn’t know anyone else who understood that and I didn’t even understand it myself. I’m not going to go into more detail about how confusing thirty plus years of my ideas of what I want in my life and how that was different than what society said I should want in life has been for me. I won’t go into the spurts of depression and anxiety, where I have never felt wanted or needed or desired in my life. Where I can’t even think of anyone ever actually asking me on a date. I won’t go into details about how confusing it is to feel this alone and to not understand my own identity.

I don’t know why this memory is so crystal clear to me, but just over a year ago, we were watching a movie on my couch and she turned to me and said, “You know, we’re probably the two most asexual people on the planet.” I had no idea what that was or what that meant. From my time in science classes over a decade ago, I remember that asexual was used for animals in the wild that could change genders if necessary if their gene pool was threatened, or animals that didn’t require the opposite sex to reproduce. Not knowing what else to say, I responded with, “I don’t think that’s entirely accurate.”

Somewhere near the end of August 2014, something about different sexualities showed up in my tumblr feed. I started doing some research and realized that I wasn’t alone or broken after all. (Thank you Tiny Dinosaur! http://new-ace-on-the-block.tumblr.com/post/64588105082/tiny-dinosaur-wanted-to-help-out-with-awareness-so) That there are other people like me who aren’t interested in sex and have no inclination to pursue a sexual relationship. I realized that I am asexual and as soon as I said it out loud, so many things about my personality and about my life clicked.

Unfortunately, when I started telling people in my life, they don’t seem to understand. One of my close buddies says that he doesn’t believe that I’m asexual, just that I haven’t been properly stimulated. Another didn’t understand my analogy when I said that the idea of sex for me is like the idea of going to the dentist and not using any anesthesia. I’ve seen so many posts and articles from the other communities about how the “A” is for “Ally” and Asexuality gets pushed aside or forgotten. Still other articles say asexuals are cold and heartless and incapable of emotional attachment.

If you think I’m cold and heartless, clearly you’ve never met me. I’d say I’m one of the most caring, generous, thoughtful people I know. I will always give of myself before I ever even remotely consider taking from others. And I am also capable of deep, intense, great love. Being asexual doesn’t meant that I don’t want to someday get married. I really, really do. And that’s still my favorite daydream. But the chances of finding someone I love, who loves me, and who wants to share their life with me in the same manner is astronomically slim. I guess that’s what makes it my favorite daydream. I wrote a series of poems, one of which is called “Nerd Girls” where I describe exactly what I want in a relationship in the future. I want to play Zelda and build pillow forts and go for hikes and drink tea and raise adorable kittens and dress up and go to musicals. Now that I know who I am and that there are others like me, I’m not fighting against myself anymore. The deep, dark, passionate cycle of self-destruction is broken. Things are good and always getting better. I have a lot to be thankful for and I’m thankful every day for everything and everyone in my life.

So to the parents and family members and friends out there, please don’t force the people in your lives or the small humans you’re raising into a mold that may not fit. I am super lucky that my family is always supportive of my crazy endeavors, but even with a supportive family, I spent over three decades feeling broken and undesirable. Please don’t subject other people to your views on who someone should be, just be supportive of who they ARE.

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Book Review: To Write Like a Woman: Essays in Feminism and Science Fiction by Joanna Russ

I wasn’t quite certain what to expect when I chose To Write Like a Woman: Essays in Feminism and Science Fiction (Literary/Reference 181 pages) by Joanna Russ as my individual reading component assignment. I’ve never really considered myself to be a feminist before, but reading this book, in combination with my own individual studies regarding feminism because of recent events such as GamerGate and my own perceptions about the lack of female representation in science fiction, has helped to shape and provide substance to what writing science fiction as a woman means to me.

In my experiences in reading science fiction, I’ve found that I can usually tell the difference between male and female authors because of the focus of the story. Many of the science fiction novels I’ve read seem to have a clear distinction between the “hard” science fiction and the “softer” science fiction. From what I’ve seen out of my own readings, science fiction written by men seems to have a lot more technical jargon and a lot more detailed description as to the math, science, and engineering aspects of science fiction whereas the science fiction written by women seems to have more of a basis around humanity, human concepts, and character development.

In the article titled “Recent Feminist Utopias”, Joanna Russ speaks extensively about the differences between male utopias and female utopias, as seen throughout books she read. “In view of this general previous neglect, the works treated in this paper are remarkable not only for their explicit feminism but for the similar forms the feminism takes. They not only ask the same questions and point to the same abuses; they provide similar answers and remedies” (page 136). The feminist stories Russ discusses have many similar trends and one of the sections in the book that stuck out the most with me was on page 137: “Without exception the stories are ecology-minded. … However, many of the stories go beyond the problems of living in the world without disturbing its ecological balance into presenting their characters as feeling a strong emotional connection to the natural world.” This is exactly one of the points that I’ve seen in my own reading, how female science fiction authors are looking at the world through a lens of improving the world, or universe, around them and that the story isn’t just about the main character’s sexual desires or search for power. The science fiction I read such as Anne McCaffrey’s Decision at Doona and the Crystal Singer Trilogy, C.J. Cherryh’s Downbelow Station, and the Star Kingdom books by David Weber and Jane Lindskold all specifically deal with humanity’s ability to survive on planets or in a manner consistent with respect towards the ecology of a planet.

Later in the article, Russ discusses a little bit about how violence and war aren’t really prevalent in the female utopia stories and says, “One might argue that women’s usual experience of war is just that: social collapse and natural disaster. Certainly few women have experienced war as part of a military hierarchy and few expect to do so” (page 138). This is where I think this book lost me for a little bit and I had to force myself to remember that this book was published in 1995, which was a very different time in world history. In 2014, men and women both have served in over a decade of war in both Iraq and Afghanistan. I believe that over a decade of war has increased the perspective and writing of violence and war for women, and that has a trickle-down effect to recent publications in science fiction. For example, Rachel Bach’s Paradox Trilogy deals specifically with a woman who wants nothing more than to become a Devastator, which is the highest level of special operations mechanized combat operations her planet maintains.

The article about utopias then moves to the discussion regarding the battle of the sexes and this was the single paragraph that really made me sit down and look at our society and the way American society as a whole looks at feminism and the female role in society. Pages 143-144: “Briefly, the battle-of-the-sexes stories present all-female or female-dominated worlds (of which there are none among the feminist utopias) that are returned to the normalcy of male dominance by male visitors from our own society or male renegades from the world of the story. These men overthrow a gynocracy that is both awesomely repressive and completely inefficient. The method of overthrow is some form of phallic display: flashing, a kiss, rape. The books are badly written, apolitical, and present women as only potentially sexual; they also present rape as either impossible or desired by the woman. These stories are not only strikingly violent; they are violent without feeling, and in contrast to the all-female, feminist utopias, never propose an all-male world as a solution to their problem. Their authors are not, it seems, willing to do without women. However the books are surprisingly non-erotic, sex being a matter of power in them and not pleasure.”

Given the problems American society is having these days with rape culture and the back-and-forth on every media format about feminism and anti-feminism and how society seems to be working really hard to maintain outdated views on the roles of gender and gender equality, books like To Write Like a Woman are important to help all writers of science fiction to create stories and characters that are worth investment.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed reading this book, even though it really did take me longer to get through it than the fiction I’m used to reading. I would strongly recommend this book as a collection and resource for reference and would rate the book as a solid three on my rating scale. I’m glad I own it, and I suspect that I will reference the book in the future

Works cited:

Russ, Joanna. To Write Like a Woman: Essays in Feminism and Science Fiction. Indiana University Press, Bloomington and Indianapolis: 1995.

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Book Review: Nine Princes in Amber by Roger Zelazny

The next book on my reading list for my Reading’s in the Genre: Fantasy Classics to get my MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University is Nine Princes in Amber (Fantasy 254 pages) by Roger Zelazny. While this book started with a lot of good tension and was a very fast read, I found myself angry with the story for a variety of reasons, the top two being the main character’s portrayal of women and views on war.

It really felt to me as though the women of this story were place-holders and not real characters. I’ve never heard of the “sexy lamp test” as an alternative to the Bechdel test, but it seems exactly true of this book. Though, I kind of think that the sexy lamp might have had more interaction if it had been in this book than the “female characters” did. I put the term in quotes because I don’t feel as though they were actual people or characters and that the only thing about them that would classify them as female was how much of a sex-object they were for Corwin.

I was really uncomfortable with how Corwin sexualized the women of his family. When he pulled out the Trump cards and each of his brothers received long, detailed descriptions and then all four of the “female characters” received one paragraph that combined ALL of them, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was going to be a very male-centric book. Considering my book was copyrighted in 1970, this didn’t really surprise me. That whole paragraph annoyed me: “I returned to the cards, and there was Flora in a gown green as the sea, just as I’d remembered her the previous evening; and then there was a black-haired girl with the same blue eyes, and her hair hung long and she was dressed all in black, with a girdle of silver about her waist. My eyes filled with tears, why I don’t know. Her name was Deirdre. Then there was Fiona, with hair like Bleys or Brand, my eyes, and a complexion like mother of pearl. I hated her the second I turned over the card. Next was Llewella, whose hair matched her jade-colored eyes, dressed in shimmering gray and green with a lavender belt, and looking moist and sad. For some reason, I knew she was not like the rest of us. But she, too, was my sister.” (page 43). Seriously? Who thinks that describing a woman as looking “moist and sad” is useful, respectful, or descriptive at all?

Another thing about the descriptions of all the Trumps is that the female cards, while lumped into one paragraph, only contained parts about what each one looked like physically, while the male Trumps all had sentences like, “There was a quality of both strength and weakness, questing and abandonment about him,” (page 42) or “the devil himself danced behind his eyes,” (page 41) or “blue eyes containing neither passion nor compassion,” (page 39) all of which are personality characteristics, as though the males are real people while the females are placeholders.

Then there’s Moire, the ruler of Remba. The first description of her on page 115 is also purely physical: “A woman sat upon the throne in the glassite room I almost recalled, and her hair was green, though streaked with silver, and her eyes were round as moons of jade and her brows rose like the wings of olive gulls. Her mouth was small, her chin was small; her cheeks were high and wide and rounded. A circlet of white gold crossed her brow and there was a crystal necklace about her neck. At its tip there flashed a sapphire between her sweet bare breasts, whose nipples were also a pale green. She wore scaled trunks of blue and a silver belt, and she held a scepter of pink coral in her right hand and had a ring upon every finger, and each ring had a stone of a different blue within it.” Nowhere in this entire paragraph does it say that her eyes held the command of rule or that she griped her scepter with hands that indicated she cared greatly for her people. This entire paragraph is devoted solely to making her a sexual object for Corwin later. There really isn’t any reason or motivation for Moire to seduce Corwin. And the best way Moire can think of to help a blind woman in her court is for her to gain status by marrying a member of the Royal Family? And just for one year. Really? That makes Vialle just another object and not a real person. I did wonder about Vialle’s role in the story or her views on her own story because she petitioned to spend her days in prison with Random. That speaks to me of either true love or true abuse, but her story isn’t really mentioned, even though it’s more fascinating to me than whether or not Corwin eventually wins the throne.

I’d have to say that each of the females in Nine Princes in Amber actually IS replaceable with a sexy lamp, as both would be described in the same way, and would serve the same purpose in this story.

I don’t know that this book really does justice to actual war, but there are a few places where it might sort of try to bring in the pain, passion, and power of war. I’d also have to say that I really didn’t like the way Nine Princes in Amber dealt with the ideas of conflict and war because no one ever seems to try a non-violent solution to the conflict.

Right from the beginning, Corwin, as the protagonist and narrator of this story, is supposed to be the victim and the hero. He wakes up in a hospital, not knowing who or where he is, and his first thoughts are of escape and freedom. He succeeds in accomplishing both, but he flees into the hands of someone working for the opposition. His conflict is personal, and feels like it’s based solely on him and what he wants. On page 42, where Corwin realizes the Trumps are all family, he gets individual impressions of each of them and he acknowledges that he has issues with Eric. This is the first time in the story where we see solid background information. And nowhere throughout the entire rest of the story does Corwin ever seem to think about finding some sort of solution to the conflict in his life other than conquering and being the one solely in charge.

Corwin’s need to be the one in charge makes it so that he expends the lives of hundreds of thousands of people while he tries to force his way back to the city of Amber. There were a couple of times throughout the book that I thought for a fleeting moment that Corwin might actually be one of those few rulers who would care about the lives of the people under his care, but that really isn’t the case. So why am I talking about all of this, when this topic is giant war?

The sections with the war from Corwin and Bleys towards Eric and Amber made me dislike Corwin more and more with every page because he obviously didn’t care about the lives of the people he expended. Oh, sure, there are a few parts where it seems like he might care, but the truth is that Corwin is selfish and self-centered and doesn’t really care about anyone or anyone other than himself. From page 164 through page 165, there is a giant paragraph that lists the numbers of the people killed during the first portion of Bleys’ assault. The grand total? 50,527. That’s 50,527 individual people with families, lives, and dreams that are washed away before the real battle even starts. And Corwin is all proud of himself because his opening part in the war only lost him 186 ships. That’s whole ships with their crews. But he doesn’t talk about them. All those believers who follow Bleys and Corwin are cannon fodder and cattle and have no value to Bleys or Corwin. The people are a means to an ends, not really people who should be cared for, nurtured, or protected, like a true and good ruler would. A true and good ruler would never carelessly spend the lives of their people. A good ruler would plan strategies and find ways to minimize the loss of life of people under their command using whatever methods necessary.

Bleys and Corwin gather this massive army and decide without any hesitations to conduct a full, frontal assault on a force with a superior defensive position. Corwin does try to bribe Caine and Gerard. Caine betrays the deal and what Gerard says on page 175 makes him a character I might have actually liked and cared about if he had been in the story more: ‘”I only agreed to let you by,” he said. “That is why I withdrew to the south. I couldn’t reach you in time if I wanted to. I did not agree to help you kill our brother.”’ Gerard, at least, works to save the lives of his crew by not engaging them in the battle, and also says that he didn’t agree with killing their brother. He might be the only character who I felt might not have killed without reason. Pages 154 all the way to 204 contain the vast majority of the battle and is a running tally of how the number of deaths caused by Bleys, Corwin, and Eric. Those people who died trying to assault Amber were listed basically just as numbers on a sheet and that makes me sad and it also made me dislike Corwin.

Since Corwin speaks directly to the readers several times and I think that his few half-hearted attempts to save lives are only written in for the benefit of the audience and not because he actually cares about those under his command/control. Some examples of this are: “I was willing to die fighting, but it was senseless for all these men to go down with me,” (page 176) or “Their deaths would serve no purpose,” (page 178) or “I’d probably have surrendered, to save my remaining troops, who had served me far too well” (page 204). These all felt insincere and half-hearted to me. As though he was just saying the words so he would be cast into a better light. If he had genuinely cared, he would not have let a quarter of a million (page 154), 250,000 people, die just because they weren’t smart enough to think up an actual strategy in THREE MONTHS. And that’s just the people on the side of Bleys and Corwin that died, not counting the people on Eric’s side that died. The key tip off for me that none of the Princes of Amber cared a thing about the lives they wasted was when Corwin said, “I wore my left arm in a black sling and considered those who were about to die.” (page 151).

From my perspective, Corwin’s view on war was academic, at best. He used people and sent them to their deaths for no reason, and he didn’t even care. From what I can tell based on Corwin’s situation and thoughts at the end of the book, there were no consequences to the protagonist from the war. The souls of the dead did not haunt him during his captivity. He didn’t remember any of their faces, or compose songs about their service and their sacrifice. He spent his idle time in the dungeons thinking only of himself and how to take the throne.

In my opinion, he wastes the lives of those who would serve him and doesn’t deserve the throne.

So overall, the book started as a fast and entertaining read, but I found myself disliking the main character more and more as the story progressed. I’d say this book is a low two on my rating scale as I am unlikely to ever read it again and I am thankful that I borrowed it from the library instead of buying it myself.

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Theater Review: A Wilmington Horror Story

Last night, I went down to TheatreNow to enjoy a night of dinner and theater. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly didn’t expect to have nearly as much fun as I did.

When I told several of my buddies about my evening plans for Friday night, several scoffed and rolled their eyes. Dinner theater? Halloween/zombie dinner theater? Really? I defended the show because I was excited about it. From what I understood before I went to the show, the food was actually quite good and wasn’t going to be gimmicky like eating grapes that look like eyeballs or hot dogs cut up to look like fingers. And the three one-act plays looked interesting.

Excited to treat myself to a cultural night out, I dressed up in my favorite suit and drove the couple hour trip with fun music on the stereo. I hadn’t taken the time to eat before I left so when I did arrive at the theater just before the doors opened, I was rather hungry. I didn’t have a reservation or a ticket, as I wasn’t entirely certain that my schedule would actually allow me to attend the theater last night, and the staff was incredibly courteous and chose a table for me. They set out some water for me and I went out to run some errands and then came back. Once seated, I was presented with the appetizer: Wicked Witch’s Dip, which was warm spinach and artichoke dip, served with fresh pita chips. It was absolutely delicious. I happily munched away at my pita chips while absorbing the atmosphere of my surroundings. One of the key things that really struck me was how intimate this theater setting is. One of the gentlemen on the staff was nice enough to chat with me for a few minutes and he told me that the theater was built from the ground up to be exactly what it is, and I absolutely thought it was fantastic. My table was against the stage and I don’t think there are more than 30 tables in the entire theater.

The first act,”Dr. Herbert West: Re-Animator” was adapted by Chase Harrison from H.P. Lovecraft as a classic reanimation tale. Once the curtain went up, there was a short and kind of cute little video on a projector screen and I realized just how intimate show was going to be. As the first act started, I could see the facial expressions on the actors and actresses and I really thought that this helped to add depth to the story. Most of the musical and theater experiences I’ve had until now have all been from the distant seats of an anonymous audience member, sitting in a nondescript row of ordinary theater seats. This was so much different than that. I could see the characters sweat and smile, and most of them did an amazing job with their overall acting. While I am not entirely certain that I was supposed to be as amused with this act as I was, I found myself enjoying the show and laughing probably more than I was supposed to. But I guess I wouldn’t be a very good horror writer if I didn’t think all the wrong things were funny 🙂

As the curtain went down after the first act, the wonderful wait staff brought out my entrée of Devilish Chicken, which was deviled boneless chicken thighs over seasoned basmati rice with toasted almonds, tomato chutney and spinach. The theater also offered a shrimp dish or a vegetarian dish, but I went with chicken. So while I can’t speak for the other meals, I can say that mine was rather tasty and I enjoyed it very much. I also think it went well with the second act, “Dine and Dash” by Anghus Houvouras. This act was completely centered around a blind date that makes you cringe right from the start. I’m fairly certain the actual dating world is exactly like this act and it makes me happy that I’ve never participated in blind dates, let alone blind dates like this. I spent most of my time during this act being either mildly horrified or extremely amused that there are really people out there that are just like this and that they don’t see anything uncomfortable about their behavior. I liked how I could continue eating my dinner and it kind of felt like I was part of the play. Like I was a spectator to a really terrible date that was happening in real life, but that I was supposed to be a spectator. See, I don’t actually like eavesdropping on other people’s lives because it’s generally none of my business, but this was okay because it was an act in a play. I found this act to be also very amusing and I liked how the intimate setting of the theater assisted with the sense of the play. I have to say that what did happen at the end was not exactly what I was expecting, but I did find it hilarious.

As the curtain came down after the second act and the fantastic wait staff brought out my dessert of Dead Pudding, which was rice pudding with pumpkin parts custard sauce and pistachio dust, which was quite good. As my dessert concluded, the curtain went up for the third act, “A Letter To Dave from the Zombie Apocalypse of Hurricane Irene” by Calie Voorhis. This act was a lot of fun and brought in a lot of the local scenes that people from this area would appreciate. The zombie apocalypse started at the Piggly Wiggly, which if you’ve not travelled through the south-eastern states in the U.S. you might not be amused by. I really wanted to get up on stage and start dancing with them when they went to the bar and I thought the touch about going to the theater was highly amusing because of “The Sound of Music” stuff combined with zombies. I laughed a lot during this act as well.

The actors and actresses and stage crew did a marvelous job of creating a believable scene with very limited space and resources and I highly applaud them for their professionalism. I also enjoyed the intimate theater setting because there were several times when I was close enough to poke the actors or actresses, and I almost got hit with both a flying cork and a flying robber’s mask 🙂 I would have laughed if I had, which may not be the normal response to these things.

The lighting was done so well throughout the entire show that there were at least two times when I was ready to swear that the candle flame in my table decoration pumpkin had changed colors. And the reds really brought out the crazy people eyes in the actors and actresses. The greens made things feel almost surreal. The lighting definitely augmented my dining and theater experience.

Also, I really want the entire soundtrack to the whole night. The music, both between acts and during acts, added to the October / Halloween atmosphere and I really enjoyed the scene-setting that the music accomplished throughout the entire night. Seriously. I want the soundtrack.

Overall, I think this theater experience is a solid three on my rating scheme. I would definitely go again and I encourage anyone who is local to go so that they can enjoy a nice meal out with a fun night of zombie theater. And also support the arts, because that’s something I believe in.

Here is the TheatreNow website: http://www.theatrewilmington.com/

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