Archive for May 2008

In the department of things that only amuse me…

I realize this has nothing to do with anything I usually talk about over here, but it is an observation I am making.

I really enjoy the New Age channel on my XM radio. I’ve had it on today in the background, and it’s worked beautifully as background music. But occasionally, when they need a station ID, this woman with a slight British accent comes on and says something poetic. She seems to actually be reciting some poetry, though I haven’t paid attention to what she says.

It did, however, occur to me that it would be highly, highly amusing if the posh British lady said something completely out of the blue like, “There once… was a man… from Nantucket.” and then proceeded to recite the rest of the limmerick with the same intensity with which she recites everything else.

OK, possibly I may be the only one who would laugh, but there you have it, the strange workings of my mind. You should, by all rights, be terrified.

Review: Tough Guide to Fantasyland by Diana Wynne Jones

I was going to make this an actual TGTBTU book review, but have decided not to, mostly because (1) I’m lazy and (2) I just want to freak Lisabea out by writing up two blog posts in as many days. So, here, have a mini-review.

Title: The Tough Guide to Fantasyland
Author: Diana Wynne Jones
Genre: humorous nonfiction
Grade: A
Reason for Reading: I’ve wanted to read this book forever. I love fantasy, and I was under the impression that this book would be funny. It was.

Synopsis:

The Tough Guide to Fantasyland is a comprehensive guide for those undertaking Tours of Fantasyland. This authoritative A-Z constitutes an essential source of information for all who dare to venture into these imaginative hinterlands, providing acute insights into such mysteries as how HORSES reproduce, the varying types of VIRGIN and the importance of CLOAKS to those embarking on the Tour. Features include:

A map.
Lively background on the denizens you will meet, including Barbarian Hordes, and Elves who claim they did not evolve like humans… Certainly there seems to be no Elvish ancestral ape.
Full details on catering arrangements: Beer always foams and is invariably delivered in tankards. The Management is not concerned with the taste of it. That is your funeral.
Useful hints on coping in Fantasyland: Armour is, in the opinion of the Management, cheating. Torture is obligatory at some stage in the Tour.
Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a committed Fantasyland traveller, The Tough Guide has everything you need to get the most from your Tour.

My Thoughts: I loved this book. The tongue-in-cheek humor really worked for me, and it’s obvious that Ms. Jones, a fantasy writer herself, is laughing with us as she writes about the various tropes employed in fantasyland. And she’s right. I’ve seen most of these in some form or other.

I’m glad I picked this up. I know I’ll be keeping it and referring back to it periodically as I read more fantasy books.

Big Beautiful Men?

Look, Lisabea! A post!

Mrs. Giggles today has a post about some romance epub which is requesting stories featuring big, beautiful men.

Excuse me while I giggle for just a second at that one.

I can see someone writing slightly huskier guys, but given that nobody is writing romances about women my size even when they’re writing rubenesque heroines, I’m not thinking this is a trend that will be embraced. (All I’ll say about my weight is that I *wish* I were a size 14, because then I could buy cute clothes without having to sacrifice my soul to get them.)

Also, given the already present need of some epublishers to start pandering (that’s the only explanation I can see for the presence of all the older woman/younger men books coming out of EC), I just don’t think most readers are going to want that kind of realism in our heroes. If our fantasies run toward having some hard-bodied stud adore us and think we are the sexiest thing since sliced bread, even though we are really 45, overweight, and developing more grey hairs than non-grey ones, why would we want to read about some short, pudgy, balding guy? Even I, who would like to think of myself as… not a shallow person at all… would probably raise an eyebrow there, even though I am not in the older woman demographic of reader.

So no, I don’t think we’re going to see a trend in big, beautiful men, because there’s not really enough of a fantasy in it for the stereotypical romance reader. Or, you know, for me. But then, my fantasy man is any guy who is strong-minded enough that he isn’t threatened by me when I’m in opinionated bitch mode. Half the time the men I read about don’t strike me as being the sort that could deal very well with women who, y’know, think. Which is why my fave heroes are the smart asses. I could take or leave the body type, as long as I loved the mind inside said body. But then, I could just be weird.

Meta blogging

Ahhh, blogging. I haven’t been doing enough of it over here lately. But I’ll try to get better, I really will.

Last night, while other people my age were no doubt getting drunk, cavorting and having fun, I was scrounging up links so that we could update the links page over on TGTBTU. I didn’t realize just how many romance bloggers I should be reading but didn’t know about until I went hunting around for updated links. Makes me want to update my own links list, except, well, I’m lazy so that won’t happen today.

Also, thanks to the evil plan I’m sure Lisabea has orchestrated, I’m dipping my toes into, uh, straight (heh) M/M romance. This is because I plan on reviewing some F/F stuff over on TGTBTU, so I figure that the least I can do is read a little of everything. I’ll let you know how it goes.

I was looking at my to be reviewed list and realizing that I really need to not read some paranormals for a while, so that I can find my love for the subgenre again. So I’m hoping some gay contemps will be enough out of my comfort zone that I’ll want to go back and read about magic again. Which is important because I have an ARC to review soonishly, and I don’t want to get into it feeling uninspired because what if the book is the best thing evah?

On black romance and white privilege

I finally got around to reading SB Sarah’s latest column on the segregation of black romance. I found the comments interesting, but figured I would just make a post over here rather than leave my own massive comment since I’m not sure how good I will be at making sense.

I really can’t speak too much about AA romances since I don’t know of all that many authors who write them. I’ve got something by Beverly Jenkins TBR, and I think I’ve got a couple of Brenda Jackson books as well. But honestly, I am one of those readers who truly would not care about the race of her protagonists as long as I got a good story out of it. But what did interest me in the comments of the SB site was the discussion about white privilege since I’ve been thinking about it lately.

This last semester, I’ve been taking a Global Women’s Studies class. The class was problematic for a variety of reasons, but one of the complaints I heard a lot (since it came from my sister, who also took the class) was that we attend a primarily white community college. In fact, my sister and I, being commuters from the larger university town, have our own prejudices about the school we go to, which is that most of its students are affluent but lazy. So we wondered why we were learning about global women’s issues when we didn’t talk much about our own issues as white women.

I realized when I read some of the homework from the last week of class exactly why that was. It occurred to me that feeling like we were marginalized because our issues as white women weren’t addressed in that class is a bit like those conservative talk show pundits bemoaning the fact that affirmative action discriminates against white men. Puh-lease. How can we possibly have any right to complain about discrimination if we’re the dominant culture?

Anyway, this point got driven home to me when I read two articles. The first was about the support black upwardly mobile women got from their families/friends vs. the same support white women got. I don’t really recall too much of what the article said specifically, except that I found myself thinking, “Well, duh. I could have saved you millions of dollars of grant money to tell you the same thing.” And then, the second article about white employers and their attitudes toward black women elicited the same reaction. And then I realized just how ingrained my white privilege is. Because if I’m not surprised by the reactions of those white employers, doesn’t that mean I should reevaluate my own beliefs?

I think that privilege in general is something that we all experience in some way shape or form whether we want to admit it or not, and acknowledging that yes, we are the dominant ethnic group/sexual orientation/what have you so we should especially be aware of how things work for people who are not so privileged is the first step toward dispelling some of those privileges. And I think we akll have privilege even if we don’t realize it. My mom was asking me the other night if I thought we would ever live in a world without prejudice and honestly, I don’t think we will. I think it’s human nature to emphasize our differences and I think it’s also human nature to see ourselves as marginalized even if we, well, maybe aren’t so much,. I mean, if people can get into snits because other people judge their reading tastes, of all the insignificant little details there are to notice about a person, then what hope is there for more engrained prejudices?

I really hope this made sense. I’m off to begin writing a major paper, so my brain will probably slowly begin to leak out my ears.

Random mini rants

Dear Well-Respected Ebook Publisher,

Even though Sybil makes fun of me for it, I still enjoy your books. I particularly enjoy getting the chance to pick from your new offerings, because I don’t always want to read the erotic offerings that your parent company produces.

That being said, I really wish there had been some note attached to the book from your house that I just finished, something along the lines of, “Hey dumbass reviewer! You’re not reading a romance here. Please adjust your expectations. KTHX. Sincerely, the management.” Something like that would have saved me from floundering along for the first third of the book and going “Huh? Wha…?”

Thanks very much.

Sincerely,

Shannon

P.S. I love how you go out of your way to tell us not once, but three times on your submissions guidelines that F/F isn’t allowed. It makes me want to write a hot F/F romance just so I can… uh… not submit to you guys.

OK, moving on, since that last bit of snark failed:

Dear apparently popular and presumably male M/M author,

I tried to read one of your books because for some reason I thought that, it being longer than most erotic romances, there would be a plot. Hmmm. Not so much.

I will keep in mind that apparently the need to say fuck every five sentences isn’t just a trait of the less mature among my male peers. It apparently imbues your story with a sense of real masculinity. Or, um, something.

I’m not a prude, but man, that coupled with the fact that the first sex scene happens within, like, the first ten pages and this is not a short book, was seriously too much. I’m glad I have a stronger stomach than this, because that story? Probably would have ensured that I’d never pick up another M/M novel if I hadn’t decided that I’m determined to find one I’ll like.

Thanks so much for your lack of help in this mission.

Sincerely,

Shannon

A book you aren’t buying but should

One of the things I hoped would happen when I started reviewing full-time at The Good, the Bad, and the Unread is that I was hoping I would get to discover some buried treasures that people might not have heard of or might not be reading for whatever reason. Sometimes, those buried treasure books have been the worst bits of drek ever to cross anyone’s ebook reader. I wish I could get back the hours I spent on Friday with one such book, which was so vile I won’t link to it, because really, some people just don’t need the attention. But then, there are the buried treasure books that are genuinely wonderful.

I’ll be posting a more structured review over at The Good, The Bad, and the Unread later, but rfor right now, I’ll simply tell you all to go out and buy Life on the Move by Megan Reilly. I literally just finished it, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to get some flavor of A grade, because I immediately felt the need to go squee over it.

The blurb:

Home is where the heart is. Until the truth comes knocking.

Casey Smith and her dad move around a lot, so packing boxes, driving all night, and moving into a new apartment in a new town is nothing, well, new to her. While it’s weird that her dad is so restless, she’s never really minded before—after all, there’s nothing she can do about it.

But this time is different. This time they’ve moved to a place where she almost fits in. She’s even made some friends, including Ethan, a gorgeous guy who could turn out to be more than just a friend—if only she could be sure she’ll have time to really get to know him.

Just when her life is starting to have all kinds of possibilities, a knock comes on the door.

And everything Casey has ever known is turned upside down.

You can even read an excerpt here.

I didn’t expect to like this book, because while I’m not against YA books in general, they’re not really the sorts of books I read frequently. Besides, the last YA romance I tried was Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, which I hated with the fiery passion I normally reserve for right-wing talk radio. But Life on the Move doesn’t even compare. The characters are nuanced, and they are real, and the story manages to work extremely well despite its short length. And while this book does have a great romantic subplot, there’s so much more to it.

As I said, I’ll write up a more formal review later, but seriously, go forth! Buy the book! You can thank me later.