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“The Art of Manliness” Website’s 100 Books for Men

More of a reading list, really, but this blog doesn’t need another category.  In the course of my fashion writing, I’ve had some interaction with a few of the minds behind The Art of Manliness, a multi-author blog that’s everything it sounds like, good and bad.  I can’t fault their dress advice, enjoy the run-downs on some basic world-ready skills that everyone should know (jumping a car battery, shining your shoes, etc.), and find much of the social perspective somewhere between charming and heinous.

Their reading list for men is about an equal balance between timeless classics and horribly dated machismo.  Book lists are always a matter of taste, of course, but I don’t know that today’s gentlemen are actually all that well-served by things like William Alcott’s The Young Man’s Guide or Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends and Influence People.  The fiction is a little more even-handed, balancing testosterone-pumped classics like H. Rider Haggard and John Steinbeck with Jack Kerouac and Mikhail Bulgakov, but don’t look for female authors here — there’s four of them, out of the hundred books.  My whimsy-loving mind recoils from the absence of Peter and Wendy (the original novelized form of Peter Pan) or any fairy collections like Grimm’s or the various-colored Fairy Books, but for good or ill, here’s the list:

100 Must-Read Books: The Essential Man’s Library

What do you think?  Glaring omissions?  Wonderful curriculum for America’s youth?  Either way, if you’re planning on writing something that you want men to buy, you might do well to at least read through a few of these and keep their strong points in mind…

Library Shame

I’m a big user of public libraries, in no small part because I live about three blocks from a branch of a very good system.  I wish for books and they arrive, which is kind of magical when you think about it.

The problem with this system (and many will say it’s not a problem at all, including me during my peppier days) is that you quickly get to know your librarians, and they more slowly come to know you — your borrowing habits, literary tastes, habit of forgetting to hand them the library card and then the books to check out (stupid system; you can’t reach your wallet with an armful of books), silly hats, and so forth.

All well and good, sez I, if you’re checking out the great works of Western literature — or better still, in this day and age, the great works of post-colonial literature; those librarians are progressive, and dead white males earn you no points with some.  But when you show up with an armful of paperback romance, or a fantasy comic book from recent decades, there’s that quiet, irrational shame.  What if he only reads post-modern metaphysical literature, you think, what if her mother was run over by a truck full of paperback bestsellers?

(It’s possible that I did not sleep enough last night.)

My comfort to fellow sufferers of library shame is thuswise:

First, librarians too are human.  They are just as likely to enjoy a really bad book as the rest of us — probably more likely, since they tend to be active readers, and are by necessity exposed to all the options out there.  At the point where they’re making purchasing decisions (and in many smaller libraries, the nice person checking out books at the counter very likely does have a hand in collection policy), they’re definitely reading bestsellers as well as Proust.  Probably more of the former than the latter, since a) less library patrons are going to want Proust, and b) you pretty much already know what Proust adds to your collection, and don’t actually have to read through it to make a purchasing decision.

Second, librarians see a lot of patrons, and you’re not as memorable as you think.  Relish your invisibility or seek to change it as you please, but be aware that they do the same card-scan, book-scan, book-swipe, have-a-nice-day routine about a hundred times a day (made-up statistic).  Take it from a worker of various small, repetitive, service-sector jobs over the years — they’re not actually seeing and thinking about every title that passes through their hands.

Thirdly, you’re checking out books because you like to read (or because you’re a pretentious ass who thinks it will make you a better person, which it will if you actually read the books but not for the reasons you’re thinking).  So you’re already a librarian’s second-favorite person (their favorite, I’ve found, is a person with a challenging-but-answerable question).  You almost certainly share at least one interest with them (books), and you’re a patron of the service that pays their bills.  They’re unlikely to judge you harshly for your Diane Steele fetish as long as it keeps you coming back.

And finally, it doesn’t matter in the long run unless you somehow wind up becoming personal friends with your local librarian, which isn’t as hard as it sounds — but at that point, you’re friends, and can share secret little sins like paperback sci-fi serials unashamedly.  Expect some toe-curling literary confessions in return.

Got library shame?  Got a cure?  Just got a crush on your local librarian and want to know how to charm one without being creepy?  Drop a comment, and I will share my wisdom…

Writing Life: A Quick Word on Quotation

I’ve already mentioned several times in this blog how much I enjoy a cleverly-veiled allusion, but today I thought I would tip my hat to some of the most-abused ones on the market — and to many which simply exist within the English language as truisms or old sayings, and not a specific author’s work with context of its own.

This post was to a great extent motivated by a greeting card I recently found which read “If music be the food of love, play on — Hamlet, Act I.“  This is the most benign way to screw up a quotation or allusion to another work — just plain old misattribution (it’s actually the opening line of Twelfth Night).  It’s reasonably unforgivable, since a Google search for the quote you want to use would give you the correct source, but you’re spared the embarrassment of having said one thing when you meant another entirely.

John Milton gave us a lot of good examples there, nearly all of them from the first two books of Paradise Lost — if anyone’s ever said that “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven,” or “Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe,” they were in fact quoting the Great Satan as an inspirational source.  Generally speaking, it’s not the image they meant to conjure.  Polonius’s advice to Laertes in Hamlet gets similar treatment — people love to remind other people to “Neither a borrower nor a lender be,” or to toss off “To thy own self be true” in a solemn sort of way, but the character is a buffoon and the scene is meant to make him look foolish.  Quoting him in earnest does the same thing to you.

My point here today is actually a pretty basic one:  do your research before you slip clever hints into your prose that point the reader toward an earlier author’s work, or if you use a direct quotation.  Understand that the words and images you’re borrowing come from a broader context, and you should know what that context is — because the reader might, and they will draw their conclusions based on what they know, not what you know.  This is especially true for anything that references the Bible, which a surprising number of people know better than you would think.

Do your homework; don’t overdo the outside references.  That’s pretty much what I’ve got for you today…that and a recommendation for anyone who needs a gift card that’ll make their English major friends laugh.

Writing Life: Write What You Read

The Writing Life:  Things worth noticing, thinking about, or just hearing once and then forgetting for writers of all kinds

I realize as I write this that a generation raised on “reader response journals” and other language arts class innovations designed primarily to prove that you’ve done the reading is not going to embrace my latest suggestion for writers with open arms.  But here it is all the same:

If you’re serious about writing you should also be serious about reading; that’s a given (I always have a hard time imagining someone who wants to be a writer but isn’t interested in reading already).  The catch here is that “serious about reading” doesn’t just mean doing it a lot.  It took me a long time to figure this one out for myself, but the hard truth is that there’s a ton of lessons to be learned from other people’s work — and you internalize maybe 1% of those lessons when you read a book, put it down, and move on.

Write a Little

I’m not a big post-it note fan, and I categorically refuse to write in my books (or other people’s), but the first thing you can do to get a bit more creative mileage out of your reading is scribble short reminder notes any time you hit something you like.  Could be a piece of dialogue that impresses you, could be the way the author introduces something new; if something you read makes you smile or chuckle or go “oh, nicely done” — write that puppy down.  Give yourself a page number, or if you’re a post-it person (and it’s your book to keep), stick one in there.

You’re mostly doing this for reference.  If you’re stuck on a way to (random example) describe a beautiful sunset without sounding like a hack, and it’s important that you do it because this particular sunset actually matters to the plot and must be thoroughly described, you can rummage through your notes for a passage that you’ve marked for its effective descriptive language.  You probably won’t find one about a sunset, and you might not even find what you’re looking for at all, but the chances of finding useful inspiration and examples is greater than zero — which is about where you’ll be if you don’t have any reader’s notes lying around the house.

The other thing you’re doing by writing notes as you read is training your brain to notice things.  Good books shouldmake it hard to stop and think as you read, but resist the seduction.  When a read is getting really engaging, figure out why — what words on the page are making it so hard to put down.  The same scene in different words probably wouldn’t enthrall you, so notice what’s making it work.  The end goal is to internalize your awareness of truly excellent prose (and hopefully internalize some techniques for constructing it as a result), but that won’t come at once.  So write things down.  Even when it feels silly and like a stupid assignment from your middle school language arts class.

Write a Lot

Okay, our time as writers is precious, we’re mostly working day jobs here, and no one’s grading our English papers anymore.  The motivation to sit down and write a multi-page piece on a book just for the sake of practice is pretty limited.  Do it anyway — your creative brain needs the parts that think critically about writing and formulate evidence-supported conclusions to do its best work.  Delving into an author’s purpose and technique in detail isn’t just a way to show yourself how those who came before plied the trade; it’s badly-needed exercise for your clever bits.

And being the great believer in efficiency that I am, I’ll advocate putting brain-exercise to practical use.  If you’re going to write detailed reviews or essays about things you’ve read (and you really, really should, at least once in a while), get a little exposure for it.  Throw what you write up on your blog, or better yet get a regular account with book-focused social networking sites like goodreads.com — it’s one more place you can put your name, your profile, and a link to your blog, website, collected works, or whatever else you want people to see.  And once you get networked with a few friends, it’s peer pressure to read more and write about what you’re reading more — which you’re going to need until all of this becomes second nature.

My suspicion is that this advice will, on the whole, go over like a lead balloon with most of my readers.  Humor me and give it a try for a few books — write things you like down as you go along; try to formulate at least a short review when you’re finished and post it online somewhere.  Then read some more books.  My suspicion is you’ll see an improvement, both in your appreciation for the authors’ craft and in the improvement to your own writing you take away.

Going to try and ram this through the barely-functioning internet to almost post on time for once, now — wish me luck (though of course, if you’re reading this, I suppose it’s because I made it work).

Writing Life: Successful Debuts

The Writing Life:  Things worth noticing, thinking about, or just hearing once and then forgetting for writers of all kinds

Everyone wants to write the next bestseller and never work again (or to write the next bestseller and continue working, but at your own pace and without all that hassle with day jobs and paying the bills and never having shirts that aren’t all frayed at the cuffs).  Is that so much to ask for?  In many cases, yes.  But as an inspiration to us all, today’s “Writing Life” post highlights a few well-known authors who started out that way and never looked back — instant superstars who hit the magic sweet spot in public approval the moment their debut works rolled off the press.  At some point we’ll flip the coin and follow it up with a list of now-famous authors who died in impoverished obscurity, but for today, relax and enjoy the literary successes of…

Harper LeeTo Kill a Mockingbird remains one of America’s most beloved novels, and it was the only one Harper Lee ever wrote.  Perhaps that’s inauspicious for those of us hoping to enjoy a successful first novel and a long literary career…but she holds the highest civilian honor awarded by the United States government, so we could all do worse.

Margaret Mitchell – Another single-novel Southern woman (although experts discovered and verified an unpublished novel of hers years after her death), Margaret Mitchell defined the Old South for an entire generation in Gone with the Wind.  She also made a pile of money doing it.

Oscar Wilde – His first and only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, was the cornerstone of his literary success, and the best-known of his works during his lifetime (which was short, and, securing him a place in the next list, ended in poverty and unhappiness).

Agatha ChristieThe Mysterious Affair at Styles launched a literary career for Agatha Christie that earned her a title, a fortune, and more sales than anyone since the Apostles.

Anna Sewell died only a few months after publishing Black Beauty, but that was enough time to see it shatter sales records.  It remains one of the best-selling books of all time, with over fifty million copies sold, and it spawned an entire genre of children’s literature.

F. Scott Fitzgerald – Not exactly a poster child for happiness in success, Fitzgerald nevertheless holds a place on the list of blockbuster debuts.  This Side of Paradise earned him enough success to convince Zelda Sayre to marry him, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Ralph Ellison only wrote one novel – The Invisible Man – but he published essays on a wide range of subjects up until his death, making it the promising start of a successful literary career.

The Brontë Sisters (with Charlotte leading the pack) are poster-children for the successful first novel.  All of them captured audiences’ attentions with their respective debuts, and the ones who lived long enough capitalized on the success with quick follow-ups.

J. R. R. Tolkien‘s first books were academic, but his first novel, The Hobbit, sold out its first run in a few months and remained in high demand throughout the wartime paper rationing.

And, of course, whether you like the works that followed it or not, J. K. Rowling‘s Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone put her on the Forbes list and the order of precedence.  We should all be so lucky.

Know of other first-time successes?  Got an author who needs to make it onto the “died miserable” list when it runs?  Drop me a comment!

“Alanna” as YA Fantasy in Review

I usually try to keep books and especially any sort of book reviewing out of this blog, because that isn’t what it’s about, but there comes a point where you’ve really got to do some background research on the stuff you’re trying to write (ideally, this point comes before you start, but better late than never).  And looking at the product I’m nearing completion on (“completion” being a first draft, an alpha version if you will, still subject to heavy revision before even my editing group sees it), I’ve been thinking that it’s worth revisiting the young adult fantasy novels of my childhood.  I don’t like the classification all that much, but I need to be honest with myself — it’s likely to weigh in somewhere between 15,000 and 25,000 words in the finished form, the protagonist is 17, and it’s about fairies.  At some point, I am probably going to have to convince a publisher that this thing is marketable to teens and tweens (and precocious single-digit readers like I was when I picked this sort of stuff up).

So I’ve been making some trips to the public library, and no doubt getting funny looks from the librarians as I clean out the shelves of YA fantasy novels (many of them targeted at girls).  I’ve been limiting myself to things that I personally enjoyed growing up, trying to see what it was about those particular titles that made them stick in my memory enough for me to recognize them ten or fifteen years later.  I want to know what made them good.  And the first return to the fantasy stories of my childhood, mostly because it was the first I recognized on the shelf, is that forerunner of inspirational, gender-bending stories:  Tamora Pierce’s Alanna (specifically Alanna the First Adventure, a title that cries out for punctuation if ever there was one, but there’s no comma or colon anywhere that I can find).

I’ve resisted (after a few drafts) the temptation to summarize the plot, post lengthy excerpts, or anything along those lines.  It’s a blog about writing, not about reading books, so the final goal here is to tease out the very basics of what worked and what didn’t — I’ll sneak in as much explanation as it looks like I need to, but hopefully, we can focus on the writing techniques and not the specifics of plot and world-building.

The Good Points

Alanna is, appropriately, almost entirely about its titular character.  There isn’t a whole lot going on outside of her growth and development (including the physical parts, since it’s a book about a young girl disguising herself as a boy), so when we’re interested in that, we’re interested in the book.  If the character starts to get boring, so does the book — but at least in this first one (it eventually became a series of four), that almost never happens.

If Pierce has a greatest strength, I think it’s her pacing abilities — she adds something to her central character exactly often as needed, never going longer than a fairly young reader’s attention span before giving Alanna some new and interesting development.  Her bag of tricks is fairly standard — new sword, undiscovered magical powers, adolescent fears and the biological horrors of puberty — but she knows when to pull something out of it and when to let things ride for a while.  The story is broken into seven chapters; six of them are within fifteen pages of one another in length (the outlier weighs in somewhat longer than the others, but contains what I would consider to be two major plot points or changes in the main character, while the others have one each).  It’s steady, measured, and clearly a conscious choice, rationing the exciting things out evenly throughout the book.

Alanna‘s other big selling point as a YA book is mostly thematic, and benefits from comparison to its literary peers.  It’s a very classic coming-of-age novel, condensed and simplified to a neat arc of just a few major events, and gets the added benefit of what was a very strong feminist message for 1983.  Gender-bending fantasy may have come a ways since then (some might say too far, to the point of sheer gimmickry), and you can’t get away from the fact that the strong, independent female lead can only be that way when she’s disguised as a boy — but still, it all boils down to “anyone can be anything they want, if they don’t let anyone tell them otherwise.”  Which most books for the general YA market are going to encourage in one way or another, but it’s the whole point of Alanna; there isn’t much to the book that isn’t someone becoming what they want in the face of adversity.  Thinking back to the frustrations of my early teenage years, I assume that’s still an inspiring theme for young’uns.

The Bad Points

I’ll try not to alienate too many readers and their fond memories of Tamora Pierce here; try to remember that it was enough of a childhood favorite for me to turn to it when looking for ways to improve my own product!  But the book does have some flaws — many are minor (and probably symptomatic of it being a first novel); a few are glaring.

Most critical, to my mind, is the relatively late addition (more than halfway through the book) of an antagonist that doesn’t really get any explanation or development until the second book in the series.  By the end of the book, there’s still just a general sense of “hey, this guy is up to no good.”  Instead of developing the primary antagonist, Pierce puts in a set of demons for the protagonist to fight with no explanation at all — in the last chapter, there is suddenly a city full of demons, which Alanna has to go clear out.  Why they’re there, or why it has to be her, no one seems to know.  The city itself crops up in mystic visions throughout the book, but those have the ring of something added in after a few revisions to them — if the showdown was planned from the start, one can’t help but think that there would have been a little more discussion of what the heck is going on with this demon city thing.  Instead, it just appears, the demons get knocked over, and Alanna moves on to the next book in the series.

We could argue that the awkwardness with the antagonists is just the result of it being planned as a series.  I find it awkward even with the rest of the series taken into account, but saying we let it slide, the book still suffers from a narrative laziness that I didn’t notice when I was ten (or however old I was when I picked it up):  the third person omniscient narrator skips from one character’s head to the next literally between sentences, so that in one paragraph we will hear about both what Alanna is doing and thinking, and then what someone else is thinking about that.  It can make for some awkward moments where things are clearly being laid out for narrative convenience — at times I wish she’d be a little wordier, and use some personal actions or speech to shift the perspective more naturally.

Lessons Learned?

I think the key things I took away from this re-reading was that YA fantasy needs some things simplified — character development has to be direct, and follow some pretty clear causality.  There’s less room for the kind of nuanced, adult relationships where people gradually change over time and no one necessarily knows why — if a character adds a new emotional direction, there should probably be a directly-traceable cause for it.  The language Pierce uses is also much more simplified than my structure tends to be, with far, far less semicolons, parentheticals, and em-dash abuse.

Of course, I’m not trying to write Alanna.  Someone already did that, much to the improvement of my YA years.  But that’s what I’ll be taking away from that reading…and stay tuned to see further dissection of your childhood favorites as I look at a few others in the coming weeks!

Writing Life: Time for a Book? Not Really.

I enjoy things like this, where famous authors make lists of things — I find it doesn’t actually matter much what the thing in question is, though “tips for writers” is certainly the most prevalent theme; the point is, I enjoy seeing people who are very practiced with words applying that skill to making bullet-points interesting.  I bet they make killer PowerPoint presentations (but probably light on the graphics).  Unfortunately, the ones that people forward me really are almost all writing-specific, and I tend to come away with a feeling of inadequacy — okay, stylistic advice I might or might not take, depending on who’s writing it (do I really want to sound like Margret Atwood?), but when half a dozen, a dozen; two dozen famous authors are all telling you to do the same thing?  It makes you want to do it, or maybe just give up (which they all tell you not to; Catch-22).

In particular, of course, I am thinking of the ubiquitous “WRITERS MUST READ” commandment of any and all lists, blog posts, essays, and books written on the subject.  It’s true, it really is; if sitting down every day to write whether you want to or not is the writer’s equivalent of an athlete’s weight training, reading lots of different things is his (or her) balanced diet.  And I love reading, and presumably anyone else aspiring to be a writer does as well — it’s an odd field to go into if you don’t have some kind of fondness for the written word as produced by other people in the first place.

But let’s face it, Neil Gaiman or Hilary Mantel or whoever, they got them a little more freedom to just take a day off and read a book if they really want to.  Until that first bestseller comes, you can’t quit the day job — and then there’s cooking, cleaning, getting a fucking haircut, and all that other “being an adult” stuff, and god help you if you want friends as well.  The day’s full as it is, and when a block of spare time shows up, it really ought to be devoted to writing, oughtn’t it?

Maybe not always.  I think I’ve read three books so far this year, maybe four — I can’t remember what the last one before The Elegance of the Hedgehog was, which isn’t a good sign, but the point is it hasn’t been many.  I’ve been writing (or occasionally practicing the guitar, though not as much of that as I should be doing).  And I’m reading my Best Beloved Sewer, Gas, and Electric as a bedtime story, but I’ve read it before, so that doesn’t really count as broadening my literary horizons (it’s also probably going to require all three of my one-month renewals, given how far we make it before passing out each “bedtime”).

Sleeping less is always a solution, I suppose.  Reading in bed puts some people to sleep; if the book is good, it tends to have the opposite effect on me, keeping me up long after I should be asleep.  But I already do that a couple nights a week writing, and there’s a limit to what strong tea and the occasional soda-indulgence can do for you.  And, again — I haven’t quit the day job; got to be fairly functional for them, too.

It’s a conundrum.  But there’s good books out there, and getting them from the library always makes reading them feel a little more urgent (it didn’t save me on Fingersmith, but life was exploding that month; I’ll come back to it).  This is especially true for recent critical successes like The Elegance of the Hedgehog (which I didn’t think much of, but oh well), since there’s always like a two month wait for it in the first place, and you know you’re never getting it back once you return it.  Speaking of which, I should return The Elegance of the Hedgehog this afternoon.  Maybe I’ll get a haircut while I’m out…

Personal Pages: New Year’s Resolutions

Last post was the year-in-review for 2009, a few days late.  Today, and a few days later, some resolutions on the general writing theme — listed, even, though not in very small or compact bullet points (a previously-mentioned handicap of mine).  Bear with me; this will, I promise, be the last New Years-themed post.

Write Daily — This is always the goal; unlike other resolutions, it’s also one that I’m largely achieving already as well.  But I’d like to improve on the process, and hold myself to a stricter 1,000 words per day than I’m currently managing, with the added codicil that they need to be a thousand at least vaguely acceptable words, read over and tweaked at least once, rather than dashed off in a blurry-eyed haze at 3:00 AM.  Overall, that should still only be an hour or two of work each day, which isn’t so very bad for a thing that’s theoretically becoming a real job, here.

Exceed Quota — So if Resolution #1 up there establishes a hard-and-fast minimum, which I need, Resolution #2 is to stop treating that minimum as the sum total of the writing I should be doing.  It’s what’s got to happen, but whenever I can scrounge up free time, I’d like to make more than that happen.  I’m not ashamed of a day that produces the requisite thousand words, but if there’s more empty time in the day, I want to use that for writing (or editing, or sending out manuscripts, or whatever) rather than for kicking around aimlessly on the internet or whatever.  The hard part there is going to be turning odd little scraps of time — waiting for a part of supper to cook for half an hour, or what have you — into Writing Time, which up to now has largely been massive, isolated blocks that I set aside for that specific purpose.  I don’t know how well that’s going to go, but I aim to find out.

Blog Better — I don’t expect you’ll see any real improvement in content, as such (my life is still the same boring life), but I’m at least going to try to have a functional, edited draft ready to post by the end of Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday evenings, so that there’s a post up first thing in the morning M-W-F instead of whenever-I-get-to-it (like this lunchtime special).  Hopefully, that starts Friday.  Check early and see if I’ve kept this one or not.

Re-submit Faster — For all by high words (see Interpreting Rejection – About the Form Letter) I’ve been bad about getting rejected stories back out lately.  Part of that’s just a lot of publications closing to submissions for a month or two at the end of the year, and part of it’s being lazy about printing and mailing to publications with no electronic submission method, but either way, it’s a horse worth getting back on again.

Read — All right, I do that one a lot already.  But life ain’t getting any longer here, and I’ve already got The Wall Street Journal daily and The New Yorker weekly to take up a good chunk of my leisure-reading time, so the triage needs to cut old favorites entirely for a while, and focus a little more heavily on some contemporary fiction.  A lot of the new (to me) works I’ve read lately have been old works, nineteenth century or even further back, which — while interesting — aren’t quite as finger-on-the-pulse helpful as reading last year’s bestsellers and prize-winners (it won’t be this year’s because I’m too poor for bookstores and the library has year-long wait lists for anything famous).

And that’s plenty of Writerly Resolutions for one year — I told you my lists just wind up looking like collections of paragraphs with bad transitions.  We probably won’t revisit this whole New Year’s theme until December of next year, unless one of the resolutions gets broken in some spectacular and noteworthy way, so tune back in (early) on Friday for a look at something completely different!

Trashy Fiction, a Writer’s Friend

Since I’m still slogging through the revision process on the novel (as detailed on Friday), some thoughts on a more general subject — the benefits of reading trashy fiction!  I won’t get too technical with definitions and lines there — if it’s written strictly for entertainment, it’s probably at least a little trashy (or “pulp” — does that sound nicer, or worse?), and the more entertaining, very likely the trashier.  Genre isn’t particularly relevant here; whether your preference is bodice-ripping romance, epic fantasy, or licensed characters from some kind of “shared” universe (Star Wars, etc.), my point remains — the really pulpy, trashy stuff is your friend as an author.

No, really.  It’s great stuff for the creative process.  Definitely not a style to emulate, unless that’s what you’re trying to write (and the sales of people like Robert Jordan, Nora Roberts, and Stephen King suggest that maybe it should be), but there’s a great value in reading simplified stories.  If you’re only chowing down on “literature” (oh that word!), you’re inevitably going to come away with a focus on intricate literary mechanics that don’t always help with telling a story.  Pulp fiction gets back to the basics.

Uncomplicated characters, especially when they reach the two-dimensional caricature extreme, don’t do much to entertain on their own.  They need a good, ripping story to captivate.  There’s an attention to plot and description, even when those two fundamentals are also pulled directly off the Wal-Mart shelf of book ideas, that hammers itself right on into your brain and says “Here, dummy, this is the story — isn’t it cool?”  Distracting features get stripped away, the narrator is always reliable, and you get to just focus on what’s happening to who, and why you care.

I don’t think I’d want everything I read to be like that.  But I do think that a writer could do a lot worse than to start from a perspective where good people are good, bad people are bad, and everything turns out happy in the end — at the very least, it gives a valuable model to deviate from.  And I think it requires a good deal more creativity than may be initially apparent, just to make that fundamental, two-dimensional world of right vs. wrong and happy endings remain compelling.

So put down the Proust and dust off that old copy of The Flame and the Flower, or dig out the Star Wars paperbacks from childhood.  It might just help reset the creative process and get you back to basics a little bit — just don’t, as I mentioned earlier, read directly before writing.  Unless you’re a far less suggestible person than I am, and more credit to you then, I suppose.  But enjoy!  Because really, that’s what this is all about.

Writing Life: The Voices in My Head

Everyone’s creative process is different; I don’t like to make statements that start with things like “authors should” and “writers shouldn’t.”  So when I say that sitting down to write directly after reading something else is a bad idea, I suppose what I actually mean is that it’s hell for me, and that shouldn’t be taken as universal advise…but really, am I the only person out there who gets other author’s narrative voices stuck in my head?  Thirty pages of a Bronte sister, and the average sentence length of anything I write has easily doubled (and the dialogue has gotten stuffier, too).  Replace it with David Foster Wallace, and all of a sudden I’m going man, a footnote would be way better than a parenthetical here. And then I realize that I can’t do that, because then I’m writing like David Foster Wallace, and not like myself.

I don’t know that I have a strategy for dealing with this, beyond “don’t read before writing.”  Once in a while I will try to use it to my advantage (most recently, I took a trip through Nabokov’s Ada, or A Family Chronicle in the hopes of picking up the polyglot wordplay but not the inappropriate sexual relations between minors), but the result is usually sub-par and derivative –  imitation, rather than inspiration.  Trashy pulp fiction can be a solution, since it generally doesn’t have a strong, distinctive narrative voice that creeps into mine, but I never know how much it’s taming what I write down then, and I’ve never done any intensive testing.  That might be the next step — pound back a six-pack of Star Trek novels, write a few thousand words, and repeat the next night without the pulp, on and off alternating for a few weeks until there’s enough data to say whether or not I’m writing pap on the pulp-days.

Or, I can just go on doing other things before I write.  The kitchen will keep getting cleaned, which will make the Higher Authority happy (dishes are very mind-blanking).  But if I were going to sign my name to any advice for all writers always, it would be “don’t read just before writing.”  Perhaps I’m just a suggestible person.

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