Saturday, March 26, 2011

RIP Diana Wynne Jones

August 1934-March 2011
 
 The world of fantasy lost one of its greats today.  Diana Wynne Jones lost her battle to cancer at a very well lived age of 77.  Author of numerous novels, including her well known Chrestomanci series, Ms. Jones has been one of 'the names' in fantasy, specifically childrens and young adult fantasy, for as long as I can remember. She's won multiple awards, including Mythopoetic Fantasy award, Locust Award, and was honored with the World Fantasy Award for lifetime achievement.  
 
Even though I only was really familiar with 'Howl's Moving Castle' (thanks to Miyazaki and studio Ghibli), I always held her in high regard.  Her books sounded stunning and full of the imagination I love in fantasy.  She gave us some great stories in her time with us.

Thanks Ms. Jones.

A random rampage on fantasy names

Every couple months, if I’m not paying attention, my iron levels get really low.  As a result I get ridiculously lazy, tired, and sluggish, and my brain just doesn’t want to work.  I don’t feel like reading, I don’t feel like writing, I don’t feel like updating my blog, and instead spend most of my time sleeping.  Then, I usually wonder why I’m so tired.  It takes a week before it dawns on me what the issue is and I say to myself “Hey, dummy.   Take an iron pill.”  Then everything is fine and I’m back on track.

Last week and a half or so this happened, but I finally corrected my idiocy.  Unfortunately, I haven’t read anything.  Which is sad.  So today I trekked to my library to pick up some books.

And that brings me to a secret…

I haven’t read Dune

Shhhh don't tell.


I know, cazy right?  This is one of those books I should have read long ago but never did.  In my defense, I’m very solid fantasy girl, which is why I never had it high on my “To Read’ list.  However Dune seems to be one of those speculative fiction books that straddles the line between Sci-Fi and Fantasy, so really I am running out of excuses to read it.

Anyways, after picking up Dune, I was looking through the fantasy section, searching for a second book. I was attracted by the cover of a book by R. Scott Bakker.  Pulling it out, I read the jacket and the first name I read was this:

Anasûrimbor Kellhus

What the hell is that?

That’s not a name.  That’s someone sneezing on a page and thinking it looks like a name.

And then there was this one:

Cnaiür urs Skiötha

Really now?  Really?

This is something I hate about fantasy sometimes: ridiculous names.  In more recent days, I think authors have calmed down, but you still find the random names filled with impossible to pronounce names with weird combinations of consonants, umlauts, angstroms, carons, and, of course, apostrophes.

I honestly can’t understand why writers do this.  Here’s the thing, if no one can pronounce your name, then why write it that way?

I know when I read an unpronounceable name, I always pronounce it in my head a way I know is wrong.  However, every time I come across it, I stumble.  It breaks up the reading experience.  It may look "interesting"--(Hold on,those quotes deserve to be bigger)--interesting(much better)

But I think I’d rather read something smoothly than admire an authors exciting new uses of punctuation.

I think sometimes writers get out of control and also that they lean on making their name cool as a crutch to make up for either a not very fantasy feeling world, or a not deep enough character to exist on his/her own.  They are hoping their reader will think “Ah, a cool name that I would never encounter in the real world.  The character must be awesome if he has three exclamation points in his name!”

The thing is, this book could be good.  It could be great.  But I’m not sure if I want to wade through names that are clearly meant to impress me and but don’t.  Because they’re hard to read.  And if you're a writer, you shouldn't be making your book hard to read.

And they’re stupid.

There’s that fact too.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Looking Back


I have a list of things I don't like.  Things like Ed Hardy T-shirts, and small dogs wearing human clothing, and palmetto bugs.

 
UNNECESSARY!

Also on that list is when my brain doesn't work. And not just 'doesn't work' but seems clogged and doesn't want to be creative.  It really is the worst and its been happening to me for the last few days.  It's apparent in my last lackluster, rather boring review of Haroun and the Sea of Stories--a book that really deserves better.

The review was not only 'blah' but contained such stunning literary sentences as:
The Gups are responsible for asfa,

Really Jenny?  Responsible for asfa? What does that even mean?

*rolls eyes*

Anyways, I don't trust myself to do any sort of real entry and I'm not about to let that review be the first thing people see when they come to my blog SO I'm going to instead rewind the clock and look at some entries I actually like.

Oh yes, that's right.  It's 'Greatest Hits' time!

I know, I know, control your excitement.

One of my favorite blasts from the past was a rampage I did directed at those people who believe published authors are the only authors who should be taken seriously.  It's one of my biggest pet peeves.


And of course there was the time when I realized Gandalf's true colors.


There we go, three entries that are much better than the one I did Wednesday.  Or at least I think they are.  Hopefully it will wipe away the stain of my nonsense.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Haroun and the Sea of Stories







I only heard about this book a few months ago which is tragic because I feel as if I should have heard about it years ago.  It's a delightful romp through the imagination, that's both creative and deep and written both for kids and adults.

In the sad city of Alifbay, Haroun lives with his mother, and his father Rashid, a legendary storyteller.  Then, one day, his mother disappears, convinced by a neighbor that stories were useless things, and Rashid finds himself no longer able to tell stories.  Haroun then sets forth on a journey to get his father's story telling abilities back, which results in a journey through a magical land and a struggle against the shadowy forces who seek to stop story telling and inspiration by poisoning the Sea of Stories where all stories come from.


There are a few things about this book that struck me as very special.  The first is obvious: a discussion of the importance, intricacies, and imagination of storytelling.  As a lover of stories and storytelling myself, I was completely taken by some of the shear creativity.  Stories, in Haroun, come from the Sea of Stories.  The Sea of Stories begin at a spring where the oldest stories are, then as the stories circulate they are processed and changed and remade into new stories in an eloquent explanation of how stories work in general.  The stories get to earth in a Process Too Complicated to Explain, as the colorful cast of characters explain.

Oh the characters.  Besides humans Haroun and Rashid, we meet a water genie, a Hoopoo bird, and the two races of Gups and Chups.  The Gups are responsible for asfa, while the Chups, stuck in eternal darkness, are ruled by a dictator who has decreed silence and tries his best to poison the Sea of Stories, in an obvious allusion to censorship.

This leads me to the other special thing about Haroun and the Sea of Stories.  Salmon Rushdie wrote this book for his son while he was in hiding during the time the Ayatollah of Iran placed a fatwa on his head for writing The Satanic Verses.

Wow.

Knowing that, I think, gives the reader a second level of understanding when we see the plot of a son trying to recover storytelling ability for a father who can't tell stories.  Then, the importance of stories too, and the ability to tell them, completely gets a new meaning.


I would completely recommend this book, both for adults to read and for kids to read.  Wonderful and enchanting.