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a first time for everything

9/22/2023

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written and illustrated by dan santat
First Second Books
2023

dan goes to europe a withdrawn young teen and comes home with experiences and the desire to climb out of his shell

given that my previous post was a bellyacher about there not being enough graphic novels, i'm nonetheless gonna gush over this new memoir from illustrator dan santat. as a member of the tail end of the free-range generation, he gets to show-and-tell young readers what they're missing out on and gives the sensitive kids some hope that all that middle school angst will one day be a thing of the past.

dan is a SoCal kid who seems to find himself petrified and humiliated by his daily life. to fill time at a class assembly he is asked to recite a poem and is mocked mercilessly. he is told that a girl likes him, like, a lot, and when he goes to make his move she shuts him down horribly. when going to a last-day-of-junior-high party he is constantly worried about whether or not he and his friends have been expressly invited (they have not) and freezes up when the police arrive to shut it down. 

what young dan needs is a trip to europe where drinking beer, stealing a bike, and kissing a girl's ear with fondu cheese on his lips are prized moments.

as a sort of extended school trip, dan has two new buddies who help keep him grounded while they travel through england, france, germany, switzerland and austria. they'll see some sights, stay with a family for a week as part of an immersive experience, and as would be the case for any such coming-of-age story, there is a complicated love interest. he'll get shown around by a pair of hip French teens who introduce him to a late-night club scene and drop him a mix tape (or, kids today, you with your instant sharing of spotify playlists, you're really missing out here!) that will, no doubt, make him cooler than most of the kids back home. he will be taunted mercilessly by a trio of girls from his school who, by the end, will come around to recognize dan's growth over the three weeks and decide he's actually pretty cool. and, by sheer luck, he'll finagle his way into the semi-finals at Wembleton where he'll get to see John McEnroe play as part of a memorable last-day-in-new-love paradise.

and by admitting this here, i am not-so-secretly jealous that i didn't get to do something like this before i started high school. and if it was available, i either pretended it was stupid or ignored it out of my own total insecurities.

after some brief "before" scenes and backstory, santat jumps into the trip with little fanfare (besides a typically awkward sendoff with his parents) and backfills relevant scenes with vignettes for context in a way that is so simple and understated that they barely jostle a reader from the story at hand. dan isn't the only one changed by the end, and the changes are equally subtle as they show that he wasn't the only one who needed this emotionally-expanding experience. more importantly, i can't imagine a better way to show other young artists the potential benefits of experience gained from visiting other cultures. 

one nifty thing up front is a QR code that not only takes you the santat's author page, but also contains a link to a spotifiy playlist recreating the mixtape dan was given back in 1989. i can say with some authority that, excepting the french ye-ye and german punk songs, this playlist is a good place for young readers to take an audio trip through the past as well. more than just a playlist for a book, it's the closest santat could hope to get to giving a mix tape to every reader, and is some really smart added content.

at the end, santat does some obligatory explaining about how the beer tasting in the book -- perfectly legal in germany at the time -- would not be allowed today, nor would smoking (as the girls do on the plane, back when that was still a thing), and that stealing a bike is wrong. but he starts by saying this was when he started to like himself. that's actually key right there, that the true sum of all these fragments of memories is that he learned who he was and was all the better for it.

so i'll end with this: i picked it up just before bedtime intending to read a few pages to get the feel for it, and was unable to stop until i'd finished. all 300-plus pages of it. i won't be the only one.

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where are the graphic NOVELS?

9/12/2023

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this is probably gonna sound more cranky than it should be but...

in a recent perusal of graphic novels i have found there is a much heavier emphasis on memoir and biography than what would be normally consider a "novel" in the fiction sense.

absurd statement, right?

but still

i think of maus and it's novel approach to an as-told-to memoir, a brilliant work of graphic narrative, and persepolis and and and

i'm just not finding the graphic novel that is fictive and strong enough to crack this world open like a safe. for kids, and especially for YA, where are the bradburys, the vonneguts, the zadie smiths and george saunders, the novelists of graphic novels?

besides neil gaiman, of course. that dude is a mercurial storyteller slipstreaming through the fictive universe. but does he have to be the only one?

i'm missing something, right? i have to be. ever since american born chinese took the printz and helped legitimize GN in the YA universe as literature there should have been a flood of folks who looked at their stories and thought "this might be better as a graphic rather than conventional novel"

i know.
no one is listening.
no one cares.
i'm an old wolf too blind to see that he's howling where there is no moon.

ahroooooooooooo!

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are bad book reviews worth it?

7/28/2023

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in the marketplace of ideas i can see a valid need for an open discussion on the merits of whether a particular creative thing (in this case books) adds value or achieves a certain level of status worthy of mention. or not. within the spectrum of taste, many people will land somewhere on the like/dislike arc, and in standing up for their beliefs a multitude of topics and ideas can be shared in a way that may change or alter another's view, or cause them to dig in and insist their viewpoint is the correct one.

one of the things ported into the world wide web of ideas is the notion of flattening the loftiness of academic analysis. criticism was for critics and academics to dictate, with fledglings tussling for a seat at the table, an opportunity to show off that they, too, can think the big thinks. 

and to be honest, it's fun to stand tall and sound off in public, to make a declaration and stand by it, come hell or high water.

but what we have witnessed in these digital times is the commodification of opinion -- not just in artistic criticism, but in news, politics, everything -- which in turn has changed both the nature and the value of critical thought. we go online and look to reviews in order to cut to the heart of whatever is on offer and wade through the thickets of opinion in order to find the one true nugget we can sink our teeth into. but we are also witnessing the rise of bot-driven drivel devised to sway us toward a specific aim, or at least buffer the true criticisms enough to make them difficult to locate.

i came into criticism of books (kid lit, mostly, and movies before that) out of a genuine love for the things i was into. when i started it was both on radio and in the go-go 'zinester scene of the 90s. diverse voices were hard to come by, hard to find, and the mainstream sources were already consolidating into a mushpot of their own greed. it was exciting to come to something fresh and try to find a unique angle, not so much to show off (okay, maybe a little) but to hold up a hand to Big Name Critics and say "hold on there!"

now, there are hundreds and thousands and millions of voices out there. everyone a critic, and seemingly out for their fifteen seconds of fame as quickly as possible. with comment sections for every piece of input, any critical note can be countered by an army of trolls doing everything from calling you names to threatening your life. suddenly, everyone's opinions are more important than your own, especially after you've thrown yours into the tubes and wires of of the crit-o-sphere.

i sat at my laptop intending to carpet bomb a recent read that left me furious with most of it, yet at the same time unable to deny that it touched on a couple raw nerves. it is a YA title that likely had its (author's) heart in the right place, but it was... subtly moralistic and perhaps a little irresponsible in sending the reader a message of "don't worry, it'll be alright" when the underlying facts would suggest it might not ever be alright.

yes, i'm vague-critiquing, because in the end i realized that somewhere between the "bad publicity is still publicity" and "if you can't say something nice..." there is a whole sea of reviews being tabulated and aggregated and, now with AI, being used to train algorithms into purpose-driven data points. a bad review used to be a conversation starter, a chance for reviewer and reader to sit for a moment and share in an invisible dialog. no one was attacking the other (or the original writer, mostly) but instead were in a sort of hippie-feely share fest to form a way of thinking about a small shared piece of the world.

a bad review now invites vitriol, it invites legions of defenders to rise up and slay the reviewer for daring to expose flaws and doubts and raise questions. in truth, all people want is to know how many stars you would give a title so they can decide how much they want their biases confirmed. one person's one-star review becomes another person's attack meme designed crush dissonant opinion.

i cannot say i will never write a negative, critical book review in the future, only that if and when i do it will be because my heart and/or brain has become engulfed in flames that can only be put out through the expulsion of words words words.
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moving the millers' minnie moore mine mansion

7/14/2023

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a true story
by dave eggers
illustrated by julia sarda
candlewick 2023

a picture book about moving a now-historical mansion, told in a slightly annoying narrative tone, overlooking the privilege and history of forced native american resettlement at the end of the 19th century.

roast me all you want about political correctness and woke culture, but the "truth" of this story is slim and merely adds to the already-saturated expanse of work dedicated to western expansionism and european dominance of native cultures. 

oh, but it's only a picture book for kids, there doesn't have to be anything political about it! lighten up. man!

but the unwritten prolog, the whole reason this story even exists, was because about 20 years prior to the events depicted here, native tribes of nez perce, among others, were cleared away. this left the wood river valley open for new settlers and prospectors who -- lucky for them, not so for native tribes that once hunted and fished there -- discovered silver and lead in rich quartz deposits that would make them richer than croesus. (croesus, former king of lydia back in the BC days, known for his wealth, whose name was also used for a mine in the same valley. you know, just to give you a sense of how rich this particular seam of mining was viewed).

okay, fine. the natives are cleared, a  prospector accidentally discovers a mine in a meet-cute between a dog and a gopher, and wealth is amassed. minnie moore was the accidental prospector, and in time was so rich he figured he could sell the mine to a man named miller and retire. or whatever. but he was lonely, so after finding love in idaho he sends his bride annie off to see europe while he builds her a mansion. "the home, we can assume, was known as the miller's minnie moore mining mansion."

we can assume? in a true story? and we can use this assumption as the title of the book?
okay, sure.

yes, it's a cute narrative dip, just like later there is the line "there is no better place for horses than idaho. any horse will tell you that." so, yeah, these are small, innocuous cases that don't actually affect the truth of the narrative, and in some ways make it more fanciful, almost tall-tale-adjacent, but it's in the bending and secreting of truths that history is warped. i will harp on about the george washington cherry tree myth any chance i get because it is dangerous to teach absolute BS as historical fact, much less a buttressing of character, and especially dangerous to children. here, in the moving of a house via horse and logrolling, we get a lighthearted tale that ignores the relocating of natives and appropriation of land that made it all possible. are there no other stories of moving houses that could be told, was this story that unique (short answer: no)? does having a cute, possibly entirely fictitious name for a house (we have no proof the owners ever called it this) justify the retelling of it's origin and genealogy?

overall, the tone and visual aspects of this title is extremely reminiscent of picture books from the 1960s, with muted browns, blues, and grays and flat midcentury modern landscapes. its the kind of tale that disney might have animated and told alongside their telling of paul bunyan, a "true" story of a legendary house on the move. but today, in our current climate, i think we would be better served by stories that reflected the cultures historically silenced from this era. and, i'm a little saddened that author dave eggers couldn't do better. 

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jessica the wizard eats a third horse

6/12/2023

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(yeah, that's the title of the "novelette" i just read)
by jason steele
2018
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in a world of AI generated text and images, and Amazon genres full of cryptid romance novels, i am sure this fills a niche i'd never considered before; basically, absurdist fantasy. not entirely true, i'm sure its crossed my mind, but this was just... it's out there in a way that makes me wonder if i was just punk'd by a bored high school student. which, oddly, i think makes it perfect for YA readers.

Jessica the wizard arrives to her first day of work at Magical Investments to do a job she seems hardly qualified for, but she's also logy and a glorified mess from having just swallowed a horse whole, her second horse to date. its a strange compulsion, and one she struggles with in terms of being afraid she might do it again. she doesn't want to, and yet... there's that title taunting you.

turns out she wasn't hired for her non-existent (and ultimately inconsequnetial) financial auditing skills but to find out, covertly, who has just stolen half of all the wizard gold in their vaults. her boss, Dr Clash, is convinced its an inside job and believes Jessica can help her solve the mystery. so now it's an absurdist fantasy mystery in a land of wizards.

oh, but wait! there's more!

the primary suspect is Sacrifice, a dark wizard who also fronts a rock band. one look at their gig poster and Jessica is crushing on Sacrifice big time, but Sacrifice is also a bit of a McMuffin to drive Jessica through the noir underbelly of Bloodfist City where she encounters a shadow world and enchanters and, you know, fantasy things. most of what happens is tangential-to-unnecessary at best, there only for the fun of playing with the tropes and cliches of all the genres mixed up in the jumble-tumble. Sacrifice may actually be guilty, but there is a larger, more dangerous energy in Magical Investments that Jessica must dispatch and... where is that third horse, anyway?

all over Amazon there are a bajillion self-published books under 75-90 pages (66 pages for this one), many in the romance genre -- and there is a little romance in here that might make some adults squirm at the thought, but trust me, there is much worse out there that kids are watching on their cell phones every day. so the "novelette" aspect of jessica the wizard eats a third horse is probably filling the gap old pulp sci-fi/fantasy magazines might have once filled. maybe. the writing, it isn't great, and the story operates within the safety of not having to fully explain the physics and logic behind what is going on, but i feel fairly confident that some teen out there is enjoying the heck out of this single-sitting read.

or they're off writing one just like it for a few extra bucks. hey, i've seen Tarantino movies with less substance, and wasted more of my time, so there's that.

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artists only

2/15/2021

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I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again
I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain
-talking heads, "Artists Only"


if you change "cleaning" to "writing," well, that's where i am. writing again, writing my brain. which is to say i am writing from memory a story that has been with me probably longest since i began this crazy journey. the characters came about in october of 1993 when i deliberately took 10 days off from work with the goal of writing something i'd been thinking about, beginning to end. and i did it, first draft finished in 9 days, over 260 pages of raw, crazy, impossible YA story with a LOT of problems.

the main one being that it was a sprawling road story with the thinnest of plot lines and nothing comparable to it on the market. i had no frame of reference, and no real training in writing for a YA audience, but i had some characters and situations and i felt good about it.

many of those characters and settings have run through a lot of what came after, but they solidified around another story that i'd begun in 2004 and revised in 2007. that story was my "audition" piece for admission to VCFA, and the opening pages were workshopped in the summer of 2010. 

​and that's where it stopped. reaction was positive, the questions posed were helpful, there was no reason why i shouldn't have picked up the ball with it and run.

but i didn't.

​instead, surrounded by so much kidlit writerly energy, my brain flooded with idea that i chased down like a magpie collecting shiny objects along the highway. wanting to make the most of my workshops i produced something new and different each semester, looking to woodshed a collection of solid starts. as a final project i wrote and revised (4 times over the course of 6 weeks!) a middle grade novel that i thought was my best work. after graduation i queried that book around for the better part of a year before thinking it needed more work.

and then i kinda sorta quit writing for a bit.


I don't have to prove... that I am creative!

i started a new job, and with it i eventually found myself with a new routine: i'd commute to work early, grab a tea and a pastry and sit in the lobby of a business hotel with good wifi and wrote for a solid hour 2-4 days a week. first it was a short story (later published online) and another short story (published by One Teen Story) and in between i wrote another middle grade story.

all on my phone.

this was the crazy part, writing a couple thousand words here and there as "notes" until one day i decided i needed to maybe transfer my notes to a word file. turns out you *can* wrote 15k words on your phone. i was stunned i'd written that much of a novel, much less in the amount of time that i had and all on my phone. once finished a first draft i read it over and over and... something was wrong. i'd read enough, studied enough about writing that it should have been obvious, but it wasn't and so i set it aside because another project was itching my brain. i was barely into it when a writing group looking for new members caught a tweet of me lamenting not having a crit group. they liked me, i liked them, so it seemed like a good time and place to work out this new project of mine.

You can't see it 'til it's finished
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flash ahead two-plus years later and that original project was done, revised, where i wanted it to be. it took plenty of trimming after all the overwriting, but i felt good about it and was ready, finally, to share with the world. i researched a ton of great agents and sent out nearly a dozen queries, got some early rejections, but was patient. i began working on something new, and another something new, and really felt energized. 

then in august of 2020 my trusty laptop did something horrible. the details aren't entirely important except to say that i'd lost a sizable chunk of the manuscript out on query as well as recent sections of other projects. gone. lost. i was depressed and not sure i wanted to write anymore. i watched rejections come it thankful that if they'd asked for full manuscripts i wouldn't have to explain that the last third of the novel they wanted to see no longer existed.

then just last month, i was gifted a new laptop by my most loyal fan, my wife. everyone had cautioned me that i needed to change my ways around backing up often and in multiple places. i agreed. and then came the question: what would i work on? i didn't have the heart to work on any of the lost projects -- not yet at least -- but more importantly, i needed to go back to that place i was, that place where i wrote with joy, without that inner voice telling me things weren't working before i'd even committed them to the page.

fun. i needed to find the fun. 

so i decided to go back to my earliest characters, and that story i'd workshopped and abandoned. i knew that story cold and sat down and outlined it. all the pieces were there, all the plot twists and character development and the select details, but i wanted to make it fresh for me so i decided to ignore what came before. i sat down and broke down the major chapters and wrote key lines of dialog for each and decided that was my new road map. break scenes down cinematically, write the dialog, fill in around that. and it's been a joy so far.

it will be a loooong time before i can find the great laptop meltdown of 2020 a blessing, but i am happy to have come out the other side with a renewed sense of starting over. cleaning my brain, as it were, and starting over with fresh pages.

feels good.

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Skunk and Badger by Amy Timberlake

1/29/2021

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...perfect.
Perfect early Middle Grade, perfect length, perfect message(s) subtly placed within. 

We start with Badger opening the door to find Skunk, then slamming the door on him. This is Badger in a nutshell: gruff and quick to make an instant decision based on some fixed thinking. Skunk has arrived at the invitation of Aunt Lula, whose brownstone Badger is currently occupying in order to do his Important Rock Work. Badger would know that she'd sent Skunk along to be his new roommate were it not for the fact that Badger hasn't read the last four or five letters Aunt Lula sent him. But he must not be interrupted! he has Important Rock Work!

Yeah, Badger is a stiff old codger, and he's not interested in a roommate, much less a Skunk, much less a Skunk with a secret whistle that can summon chickens across space (and maybe time?) through a vague something called The Quantum Leap. Not just a few chickens, but HUNDREDS of them. More and more Skunk edges his way into Badger's life -- flattening boxes, making breakfast, uh, chickens -- until he breaks and finally Skunk realizes its not going to work out, and leaves Badger.

And in the quiet that follows, Badger realizes he's made a mistake, and goes on a hunt for Skunk, in the process getting a different idea of how the outside world viewed Skunk and Badger, with Badger realizing there is much he might have been wrong about.

Two opposing factions meet, they fight, they separate... will they get back together and be friends? That's the surface message, but the thing I really love here is how Timberlake presents an opportunity for larger discussions. Is Badger someone who does not like others who are not exactly like him? Has Badger become so intrenched in his Work that he has lost sight of the world outside his front door?

An Aunt gives them her house to stay in (and what animal would be the aunt of a skunk AND a badger?), a job defined as Important Rock Work, a bad stoat come to steal some chickens in order to eat them. It's the logic of the young grafted to their view of the real world, but at a remove, with animals standing in.

I've been thinking about this book for well over a week, trying out ideas for what I wanted too say, clever lines i'd want to use later (but never wrote down, so pffft!) But I keep picking up this 220-page (perfect!) book, with it's occasional Jon Klassen illustrations (including a two-page color spread), and I feel both in the moment and transferred back in time. Back to when I was a young reader and found a book that had humor and heart, that had words that sounded fancy and quirky that would turn out to be real word, that was just plain fun from the first page, a book that felt, well, just...
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an open letter to a random viking penguin

1/22/2021

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greetings megapublishers!

so it looks like you're planning on publishing THE HILL WE CLIMB, that amazing poem by amanda gorman she recited at the presidential inauguration. that is fabulous. no, seriously, the next day i was hearing about all these teachers who were going to talk about it in their classrooms. let me correct that: all these teachers were going to use the text for discussion the day following the inauguration. people connected with it so immediately, and for good reason. it was lyrical and stunning and just the kind of showstopper worthy our attention.

i was so happy to hear it would be the title of her forthcoming book of poetry... in september? 
no, i was not so happy to hear that part.

​honestly, you can do better. and you have.

remember in olden days -- january of 1993 -- when we had a new incoming president, and another dynamic poet read at the Inauguration? on that particular day in january maya angelou read ON THE PULSE OF MORNING and people were equally agog, if memory serves. and even if my memory is hazy about the reception, there was a book. an octodecimo chapbook-looking thing that was on every bookstore counter across the country. you couldn't escape that little thing with its gold title on the cover and cream pages inside with the words that sung right off the page. and it didn't matter that it looked like something out of the 'zine scene of the time. it was poetry, and it was pocket-sized, and i'm guessing the margin was high on that stapled bit of pages.

and that little chappy? it was published and distributed -- by YOU, dear random penguin megahouse -- within a MONTH. 

so let's keep this simple and not throw shame any further: you did it then, do it now. publish THE HILL WE CLIMB as a chapbook and get it out there. let it be the start of a new day for poetry, for a new generation who might be hungry for this kind of inspiration. let people hold it close to their hearts as we continue to be pandemic-struck. you aren't going to draw away precious sales in the fall when you publish ms. gorman's collection by sharing this one poem now. if anything it will be the sample that encourages a double scoop of goodness in a waffle cone down the road.

what do you think?
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