Tuesday 30 July 2013

The Indigo Spell by Richelle Mead

 

I would like to start this review by saying that I am a huge fan of Richelle Mead’s writing, reading both the entirety of her Vampire Academy series, its spin off the Bloodlines series, as well as her adult fiction with the Succubus series. Unsurprisingly, my expectation for this third Bloodlines book was rather high.

Happily, with a rating of 5 out of 5, I can affirm it stood that test. True to Mead’s usual narration style, the story was gripping and easy to get into, every chapter leading into the next with a cliffhanger-esque feel at each stop. With three active plots intertwining, The Indigo Spell was possibly one of the more complex of her novels, the plots interweaving well and with precision. At no time was my belief at a circumstance suspended or was I wearied by the story.

I also applaud Mead at her ability to continue to introduce complicated ‘forbidden love’ stories that are still fresh and convincing, using the hierarchy she has constructed in this version of the vampire and human world to work against the characters. It’s something that is hard to do in modern fictional stories today without sounding archaic or unrealistic. However, with the strict rules and social customs of each of the three groups introduced in this world (vampire, alchemist, and standard human) she still has a lot to work with.

Of her novels, possibly the only critique was that it took a little longer to hit the point of no stopping. Usually with her books this catch is delivered within the first few chapters of the novel, if not the first few pages. I am reduced to carry the book around wherever and whatever I am doing, unable to tear myself away. However, though still engrossing, this time around it took a few days of reading to get there. Of course once I did hit that catch I was up until 3 am finishing it in one sit in.

Overall my faith in Mead hasn’t waivered, especially in her continued ability to get the reader to love very flawed characters. I really wasn’t sure this time around when starting Bloodlines that Sydney as a narrator would do it for me but it only took a few hours of reading that first book to know I was hooked just as fast as I was with Rose’s narration.


Of the ending I will only say that it was A+ and gives the next book a great start off to pick up on. 

-Alissa Tsaparikos 

Friday 19 July 2013

Falling onto old analogies, can writing be like a plant?

This has probably been thought of and talked about way too much, and the analogy is definitely worn out, but it still remains: can writing and the writing process be beautiful like unkempt nature?

If a writer, probably an avid reader, with natural talent but no teaching on the subject decided to write, obviously their writing might differ from the strict and confined writing methods of published and academic writing. Does this make it any more right or wrong? 

Can the wild roses of writing still smell as sweet as the perfectly arranged ones on the publishers table? Putting aside the thousands of pieces with bad grammar, flat characters, and horrible plot, among other problems, let's talk about writing that has nothing wrong with it save a deviation from the norm. In the creative writing educational field, it has been my experience that any kind of creative expression that remotely pushes away from tradition is looked down upon and not taken seriously. There is always an overall push for stories to look exactly the same, the same style and put together, the same "genre" *cough* literary fiction *cough*. Anything that doesn't go into these categories is left on the wayside as juvenile or simply not acceptable as pieces to present at college level or beyond. From the very get go one of the first things a writer learns is that if one wants to publish, one conforms to the expectations of the publisher, or one does not get published. 

There are of course those few that make the great break from the rut of today's writing and get something completely new and refreshing out there, but their acceptance into the literary world is few and far between. As most writers are taught, there are countless rules for writing, but you can do anything and write any way you want, as long as you do it well. 

But who decides what is and is not done well other than the self same publishers that demand conformity from the masses of writers who send in their work?

Now I do know that there has to be some way to comb through the slush pile, and editors have to deal with a lot when it comes to the buckets of writing they need to go through to find what works for their magazine or paper or yearly book publication. Sometimes abiding by the "rules" for sending a piece of work in helps you get published simply because it makes it easier on the editor when they come to the five hundredth poem they have been through that day.

Self-publishing on the internet, through ebooks, blogging, and other venues has provided a much needed medium for the writing that would otherwise be disregarded and snubbed in the writing industry. But sometimes I look back on another repeated piece of advice my professors never failed to bring up: to write well you must look to the classics, or even just  your favorites, the people who did it well. I think that this is advice of insurmountable importance. However, if writers look back, those who did it right very rarely seemed to listen to what publishers and the media of their day wanted. Try explaining the delicacies of comma splices and the convoluted sentence to Faulkner, or the nuances of fluency and linear thought process of story telling to Virginia Woolf and other post-modernist or feminist writers. Try explaining copy-write laws to Shakespeare. If writers look back on the greats, we often are confronted with a slew of people who broke all the rules and didn't give a fig if anyone cared. They wrote because it felt right and they needed to, because they had a story to tell, something to say. They also conveniently did it right, or at least someone of their time or after deemed that they did. 

I am in no way bashing the publishing industry or the published writing that fills our bookstores today. The industry of writing serves it's purpose, and there is still many an amazing piece of work that make it through the tough system to the other side. I am however questioning the right of literary critics, teachers, college professors, and even the average literary elitists, who somehow think that nothing is good if it isn't published. And I especially look down on those who even go so far as to condemn published genre fiction. Yes literary fiction is good fiction, no it is not the only good fiction out there. Just because a book is labeled for young adult, or a children's book, or dare I say it fantasy, science fiction, or romance,  does not mean it is unworthy trashy fiction for the masses. Yes, some of it can fall into that category, but that certainly does not mean that all of it does. As far as I am concerned, people who act like this are reading snobs, using literature as just another way to feel superior of others. All I have to say to them is that the door is that way, and they can take their negativity with them. 

I guess in conclusion to this random thought quest I have to say that I have read so much great literature, published and unpublished, genre and literary, classic and modern, fanfiction or otherwise. If someone has a story to tell, they shouldn't let anyone get in the way of telling it. Not the publishing companies, not the readership, and especially not themselves. 

Alissa Tsaparikos

Thursday 11 July 2013

writing for funsies vs. writing for cereal

So recently I read an amazing fanfiction, Personally, I'd Rather Lick Sand. And when I say fanfiction, I mean a novel length piece of ficition that is a modern day reinterpretation of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice but is otherwise completely original an holds its own in the literary  world in my opinion. My immediate reaction was that something this good should be published if possible. It seemed too good to molder away on a fanfiction site when it could reach so many more people if it were really pushed out there. As far as re-vamps of classic literature goes, they are seemingly at the peak of popularity, with the vlog The Lizzie Bennet Diaries sparking this off as of late into an even more irresistible frenzy. This being considered, in the book market of today, a fiction such as this one could make it in the published world if applied properly. However, is it important? Does it really have to be published or is it simply enough for it to be share with the world?

I think it is so very important for people to keep writing, no matter how they do it. Whether it be for fun or for work, based off a T.V. show, or another book, or a movie, as long as they keep doing it and keep sharing it. The publishing industry and copywriters should not own ideas and stories completely. Anyone who argues can take a look at Shakespeare and then see how far he would have gotten without more than a little inspiration. That being said, I guess it is up to the author to decide if they want to write as a career or just because they have to get it out. I really don't know if there is a right or a wrong answer to this. I know if I saw this fiction out on the shelf in a book store I would buy it and read it and love it being on my bookshelf. However, as an idea and piece of writing that is free fanfiction on the internet I still love and respect it, the same as I love AU fanfiction written for Doctor Who, Teen Wolf, or Merlin. And the same as I love the real Pride and Prejudice, or Harry Potter, or any of the other published work out there. They both give me genuine pleasure in reading them, as does anything that is done well. 

Are there any writers out there with thoughts or opinions on the matter? I'm interested. In the meantime, here is a link to the fic: totally worth reading at the way through if you like this kind of story  - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4656343/1/Personally-I-d-Rather-Lick-Sand