I hope everyone read what they wanted to read this week, in celebration of Banned Books Week. Today, the oft-challenged Ellen Hopkins was the keynote speaker at the Austin Teen Book Festival. Her points were familiar, but still need to be made again and again. People have different maturity and reading levels. No one can determine what is appropriate for someone else to read, especially if they haven't read it themselves. Read and interpret on your own.
Also, I adore this graphic from GOOD Magazine on the most targeted books. (The reasons for challenging are represented by colored darts. Visual puns are so much fun.)
One of the easiest things you can do to help? Send a letter or e-mail to a challenged author saying what his or her book meant to you. Many authors save such letters and pass copies on to librarians trying to defend their books. The best way to challenge those who want to silence voices is by speaking.
Remember, it's hard to truly ban a book. If your school library doesn't carry a book, try the city library. Go to a bookstore. Use Amazon or other online retailers like Book Depository. IndieBound will set you up with independents across the country.
October 2, 2010
September 30, 2010
The Library, Revisted
At the beginning of this month, I wrote a rather silly piece about the library. It began "[t]he library is a dangerous place." I did not mean the library was physically dangerous.
Tuesday morning I was getting ready to go to class. I kept being interrupted by my phone. I am volunteering as a guide to an actor from England who is performing and teaching on campus this week. We were working out where we were going to meet later that afternoon. The next time my phone rang it was a safety alert. There was an armed suspect in the main library.
I thought little of it, since the police had him pinned in a building. Then my half-awake brain kicked in. The library is full of people. Six floors busy from open to close.
I'd certainly spent my time there. The fifth floor is where I wrote a good third of my thesis. Sometimes I just grab a book from the stacks and chose a nook (there are many) to read it in. I've always found libraries relaxing, so it was a good place to chill for a bit. I'd been there a couple of weeks before with two friends, just hanging out in the second floor cafe. I'd been there less than a week before, just to run in and grab a different edition of a class text in order to read the introduction. And I knew people who spent far more time in there than I.
My phone received much use that morning. Calling friends to check that they were safe, holed up in a classroom, or a gym, their dorm room, or an apartment. Calling my family to assure them that I wasn't on campus.
Luckily, it wasn't a school shooting. Colton Tooley committed suicide on September 28, 2010, on the sixth floor of the Perry-Castañeda Library.
It's still a tragedy. But I'm thankful that only the gunman is dead. I can't articulate much of what I feel. Confused and unhappy and relieved that it wasn't a big tragedy.
The PCL is a wonderful place. Unfortunately, as I once said casually, the library is a dangerous place.
Tuesday morning I was getting ready to go to class. I kept being interrupted by my phone. I am volunteering as a guide to an actor from England who is performing and teaching on campus this week. We were working out where we were going to meet later that afternoon. The next time my phone rang it was a safety alert. There was an armed suspect in the main library.
I thought little of it, since the police had him pinned in a building. Then my half-awake brain kicked in. The library is full of people. Six floors busy from open to close.
I'd certainly spent my time there. The fifth floor is where I wrote a good third of my thesis. Sometimes I just grab a book from the stacks and chose a nook (there are many) to read it in. I've always found libraries relaxing, so it was a good place to chill for a bit. I'd been there a couple of weeks before with two friends, just hanging out in the second floor cafe. I'd been there less than a week before, just to run in and grab a different edition of a class text in order to read the introduction. And I knew people who spent far more time in there than I.
My phone received much use that morning. Calling friends to check that they were safe, holed up in a classroom, or a gym, their dorm room, or an apartment. Calling my family to assure them that I wasn't on campus.
Luckily, it wasn't a school shooting. Colton Tooley committed suicide on September 28, 2010, on the sixth floor of the Perry-Castañeda Library.
It's still a tragedy. But I'm thankful that only the gunman is dead. I can't articulate much of what I feel. Confused and unhappy and relieved that it wasn't a big tragedy.
The PCL is a wonderful place. Unfortunately, as I once said casually, the library is a dangerous place.
September 21, 2010
Review: I Now Pronounce You Someone Else
By Erin McCahan
Available now from Scholastic
Review copy
This review is part of a book tour. Be sure to visit the previous stop at Novel Novice and the next stop at The Heart of Dreams.
While I enjoyed I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU SOMEONE ELSE, Erin McCahan made two stylistic choices that sometimes hindered my experience. It is a framed story, beginning and ending two years in the future. It's a bit difficult at first since Bronwen Oliver immediately launches into part of her backstory. I had trouble separating future from present from past. The book quickly settles into the main action, which resolves that problem. Second, characters talk over each other for a realistic feel. Realism in dialogue is a bad idea. The juxtaposition of phrases wasn't particularly funny, so I found myself skimming the passages employing this technique.
I immediately connected with Bronwen, however, because she hates ketchup. (C'mon, I hate tomatoes so much that it's in the header of my book blog. I don't like ketchup either. Really, I'm just not a condiment person.) Bronwen's character flaw is obvious: in order to be polite, she won't speak up when she doesn't like something. I've done this myself, but it's still frustrating. I did take heart that she would learn to assert herself when she began the novel by kicking her old boyfriend to the curb by refusing to have sex with him.
Jared Sondervan, the Someone Else, enters the scene fairly quickly. It is a bit longer before he proposes than the title and blurb would have you believe. The theme of the novel is less readiness for marriage than it is created families. Who do we choose to consider family and why? How do you make it work? Jared and Bronwen's relationship often feels like the secondary one, merely there to comment on Bronwen's relationship with her stepfather.
Bronwen likes her stepfather. This isn't a fairytale. But she's well aware of the fact that he isn't her actual father and that they have different last names. It doesn't help that she connects with Whitt but not her mother. She doesn't have much of a connection with her older brother either. Combined with past events, Bronwen suspects Whitt doesn't see her as his daughter the way she sees him as her father.
I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU SOMEONE ELSE was less funny than I expected, but still light-hearted. Bronwen had a good voice, especially when she chose to use it. If you enjoy family stories, you'll probably like this novel.
Available now from Scholastic
Review copy
This review is part of a book tour. Be sure to visit the previous stop at Novel Novice and the next stop at The Heart of Dreams.
While I enjoyed I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU SOMEONE ELSE, Erin McCahan made two stylistic choices that sometimes hindered my experience. It is a framed story, beginning and ending two years in the future. It's a bit difficult at first since Bronwen Oliver immediately launches into part of her backstory. I had trouble separating future from present from past. The book quickly settles into the main action, which resolves that problem. Second, characters talk over each other for a realistic feel. Realism in dialogue is a bad idea. The juxtaposition of phrases wasn't particularly funny, so I found myself skimming the passages employing this technique.
I immediately connected with Bronwen, however, because she hates ketchup. (C'mon, I hate tomatoes so much that it's in the header of my book blog. I don't like ketchup either. Really, I'm just not a condiment person.) Bronwen's character flaw is obvious: in order to be polite, she won't speak up when she doesn't like something. I've done this myself, but it's still frustrating. I did take heart that she would learn to assert herself when she began the novel by kicking her old boyfriend to the curb by refusing to have sex with him.
Jared Sondervan, the Someone Else, enters the scene fairly quickly. It is a bit longer before he proposes than the title and blurb would have you believe. The theme of the novel is less readiness for marriage than it is created families. Who do we choose to consider family and why? How do you make it work? Jared and Bronwen's relationship often feels like the secondary one, merely there to comment on Bronwen's relationship with her stepfather.
Bronwen likes her stepfather. This isn't a fairytale. But she's well aware of the fact that he isn't her actual father and that they have different last names. It doesn't help that she connects with Whitt but not her mother. She doesn't have much of a connection with her older brother either. Combined with past events, Bronwen suspects Whitt doesn't see her as his daughter the way she sees him as her father.
I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU SOMEONE ELSE was less funny than I expected, but still light-hearted. Bronwen had a good voice, especially when she chose to use it. If you enjoy family stories, you'll probably like this novel.
September 20, 2010
Review: The House of Dead Maids
By Clare B. Dunkle
Available now from Henry Holt
Review copy
Read Clare's guest post and enter to win a prize pack
THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS acts as a prelude to WUTHERING HEIGHTS. Though THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS may draw new readers to WUTHERING HEIGHTS, the audiences are somewhat different. The storyline is less complex and the language simpler. (I am truly thankful that Clare B. Dunkle used no dialect, even though the book is set in Yorkshire.)
Tabby Aykroyd has been brought to Seldom House as a maid and a young boy she calls Himself has been brought as the new master. They live there with the old maid, Mrs. Winter, and old master, Jack Ketch. Tabby is haunted by the former maid, a girl she new, and Himself is haunted by a former master, an old man with eyes like windows. As the ghosts close in, the devout Tabby knows that she must save herself and the boy.
Emily Brontë employed a clever framing device to tell the stories of WUTHERING HEIGHTS. While Dunkle does not imitate that feat, she does tie fantasy and reality together. Tabby Aykroyd was, after all, the maid who told the Brontë siblings stories. Though the reportage is mostly implied, it's still fun. (By the way, please read about the Brontës. They're terribly odd and fascinating. If you've ever seen the little books they wrote stories in . . . some are archived at the Harry Ransom Center.)
There are other connections in THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS that will excite fans of WUTHERING HEIGHTS. I loved the scene wherein Himself destroys a book, since my high school project on WUTHERING HEIGHTS was all about the importance of literacy in the novel. But considering the book also draws from renewal myths and such, readers unfamiliar with the classic novel will still enjoy the ghost story.
Of course, the ghosts aren't the creepiest thing in the novel. Heathcliff, as Himself, is still utterly insane and not healthy to be around. Dunkle encompasses his character quite well in this line: "There was a savage innocence in his gaze, an indifference to the vey notion of suffering."
I enjoyed THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS, although I feel like I was a little too old for the story. (Although I think young children who aren't given to nightmares will enjoy the novel, 'slut' and other sexually charged terms are, briefly, used as perjoratives spoken by one child to another.) I must give kudos to Henry Holt's design team. The cover and interior illustrations will haunt me as surely as the images Dunkle conjures with her prose.
Available now from Henry Holt
Review copy
Read Clare's guest post and enter to win a prize pack
THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS acts as a prelude to WUTHERING HEIGHTS. Though THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS may draw new readers to WUTHERING HEIGHTS, the audiences are somewhat different. The storyline is less complex and the language simpler. (I am truly thankful that Clare B. Dunkle used no dialect, even though the book is set in Yorkshire.)
Tabby Aykroyd has been brought to Seldom House as a maid and a young boy she calls Himself has been brought as the new master. They live there with the old maid, Mrs. Winter, and old master, Jack Ketch. Tabby is haunted by the former maid, a girl she new, and Himself is haunted by a former master, an old man with eyes like windows. As the ghosts close in, the devout Tabby knows that she must save herself and the boy.
Emily Brontë employed a clever framing device to tell the stories of WUTHERING HEIGHTS. While Dunkle does not imitate that feat, she does tie fantasy and reality together. Tabby Aykroyd was, after all, the maid who told the Brontë siblings stories. Though the reportage is mostly implied, it's still fun. (By the way, please read about the Brontës. They're terribly odd and fascinating. If you've ever seen the little books they wrote stories in . . . some are archived at the Harry Ransom Center.)
There are other connections in THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS that will excite fans of WUTHERING HEIGHTS. I loved the scene wherein Himself destroys a book, since my high school project on WUTHERING HEIGHTS was all about the importance of literacy in the novel. But considering the book also draws from renewal myths and such, readers unfamiliar with the classic novel will still enjoy the ghost story.
Of course, the ghosts aren't the creepiest thing in the novel. Heathcliff, as Himself, is still utterly insane and not healthy to be around. Dunkle encompasses his character quite well in this line: "There was a savage innocence in his gaze, an indifference to the vey notion of suffering."
I enjoyed THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS, although I feel like I was a little too old for the story. (Although I think young children who aren't given to nightmares will enjoy the novel, 'slut' and other sexually charged terms are, briefly, used as perjoratives spoken by one child to another.) I must give kudos to Henry Holt's design team. The cover and interior illustrations will haunt me as surely as the images Dunkle conjures with her prose.
Clare B. Dunkle: Prelude to a Haunting
THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS was pitched to me thusly:
THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS by Clare Dunkle (Holt/Sept) is a scary blending of Yorkshire lore and Bronte family history. A child, who will later come to be known as Heathcliff, is already a savage little creature when Tabby Aykroyd arrives at Seldom House as his nursemaid. The ghost of the last maid will not leave Tabby in peace, and her spirit is only one of many. As she struggles against the evil forces that surround the house, Tabby tries to befriend her uncouth young charge, but her kindness can't alter his fate.
It's a quick, chilling read and makes for a perfect companion to Wuthering Heights. It really whets the appetite for the classic novel.
Considering I am an English major and I've done quite a bit of work with British literature, I was intrigued. Plus, while Clare clearly loves WUTHERING HEIGHTS, it appeared that she wasn't going to fall into the trap of over-romanticizing Heathcliff. (Read my review, posted later today, to see whether she suceeds.) Because Heathcliff is one of the creepiest men in literature, whether he's part of a love story or not.
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Heathcliff, the hero of Emily Brontë’s novel, WUTHERING HEIGHTS, has a complicated relationship with his sweetheart, Cathy. It’s so complicated that readers are still arguing over whether or not that book is a love story. Cathy herself can’t manage to put into words what Heathcliff means to her—especially since she wants to marry someone else.
But each time Cathy tries to talk about Heathcliff, she ends up talking about death. And more than just death—ghosts... graves... never parting.
This sounds like the manifesto of any passionate young woman, claiming that she and her lover will remain together even in death. But the crazy thing is that Cathy and Heathcliff aren’t together. Cathy has already agreed to marry Edgar Linton, who (in her words) is handsome, rich, and pleasant to be with. Even after she becomes Mrs. Linton, she isn’t sorry. She can talk happily about Edgar and her having half a dozen sons together—even when she’s talking to Heathcliff!
So why does she talk about not resting in her grave until Heathcliff is with her?
Heathcliff talks about it too. He begs Cathy to haunt him after death. He dreams about “sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.”
I first read this fascinating classic when I was in elementary school, and I’ve read it at least a dozen times since. I thought about it for decades, and I started to wonder:
Did Heathcliff and Cathy make a pact when they were children to remain together at Wuthering Heights after they die?
I think they did. Cathy mentions the two of them visiting the Gimmerton graveyard as children and daring one another to stand among its graves and call its ghosts. She talks about dreaming that the angels threw her out of heaven onto the hilltop of Wuthering Heights, “where I woke sobbing for joy.”
Heathcliff goes even further. When she dies, he tries to dig her up! He is determined that if he can just climb down into her grave and hold her icy form in his arms again, then “they may shovel in the earth over us both.” He has Cathy’s coffin modified, and his, too, so that they will join at the sides to make one coffin, “and by the time Linton gets to us, he’ll not know which is which!”
But Heathcliff takes too long to die. Cathy’s ghost comes looking for him.
Inspired by this strange story of undying love, I’ve written a prequel to WUTHERING HEIGHTS—Volume One to Emily Brontë’s Volume Two. In my book are plenty of ghosts, and a grave, and something that might have been undying love once, but now it’s closer to undying hatred.
Into my grim story comes Heathcliff as a little boy, and he just loves the place.
My book doesn’t explore what happens when Heathcliff and Cathy make their deathless pact. It ends before they meet. But it does explore what might lead Heathcliff to make such a pact—and why he knows it will work.
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One Grand Prize winner will receive THE HOUSE OF DEAD MAIDS, a gorgeous Brontë sisters pocket mirror, and the HarperTeen edition of WUTHERING HEIGHTS! Two lucky runners-up will receive the two books. To enter, send an email to DeadMaidsBook@gmail.com with your name, email address, and shipping address (if you're under 13, submit a parent's name and email address). One entry per person and prizes will only be shipped to US or Canadian addresses. Entries must be received by midnight (PDT) on October 31. Winners will be selected in a random drawing on November 1 and notified via email.
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