Thursday, January 28, 2010

When You Reach Me

So if you haven't been living in a literary cave, you know that When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead just won the Newbery award for 2009. I'm really surprised that this won out of all of the other books that were nominated. Not that I've read any of the other books that were nominated for the award, but surely there had to be a selection better than this one. I don't have a lot against this book, but I can't really understand how this book won the Newbery. It's not that the book was necessarily bad, but it's not a book that I'll ever read again, nor one that I think was captivating until the last 30 pages or so when everything started getting tied up, but even then wasn't engaging. So here are my greviances and a summary of the novel:

First off, unless I had known that this book was nominated for the Newbery, I would have never picked it up. I won't beat around the bush, but just say it: the cover sucks. It really sucks. What kid (or adult) is going to pick this book up? Until you finish the book, you have no idea that all the random items on the cover have something to do with the story. Even then, it's still really confusing and pointless. If I were Ms. Stead and this cover was given to me for approval (though I know that authors don't really have a say in their own cover art), I would have used all my power to VETO the crappy art. Definitely a poor choice on the editor's part- I would never have let this cover go through.

Before I get even more into my grievances, I'll tell you what the story is even about so you can judge for yourself whether you want to waste your time reading this. Here's a summary from amazon.com: "Shortly after sixth-grader Miranda and her best friend Sal part ways, for some inexplicable reason her once familiar world turns upside down. Maybe it's because she's caught up in reading A Wrinkle in Time and trying to understand time travel, or perhaps it's because she's been receiving mysterious notes which accurately predict the future. [It] captures the interior monologue and observations of kids who are starting to recognize and negotiate the complexities of friendship and family, class and identity. Set in New York City in 1979, the story takes its cue from beloved Manhattan tales for middle graders like E.L. Konigsburg's From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Louise Fitzhugh's Harriet the Spy, and Norma Klein's Mom the Wolfman and Me. Like those earlier novels, When You Reach Me will stir the imaginations of young readers curious about day-to-day life in a big city." I agree with the overall summary of the story, but definitely not with the comparisons to Konigsburg, or Fitzhugh. Stead's story isn't even in the same galaxy of quality as these two authors. That last sentence of the review is definitely false.

I didn't like that the story was not really engaging. Like I said before, I didn't get into the story until the last 30 pages, and even then it wasn't very captivating. Having read this once to see what all the hype was about, I will never read this book again. Also, I didn't like the fact that Stead tied in L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time- I felt like this was a complete plug in wanting to try to get the Newbery, and surprise! It worked. However, I'm definitely not convinced that this is Newbery worthy. I question the board's sanity at the time of the selection.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Ghost Girl


I had a hard time getting into Ghost Girl by Tanya Hurley. I wanted to like this book, I really did. Everything from the concept of the story to the book cover intrigued me, but alas, I could not be persuaded to read more than 50 pages. Lately I've been in a non-reading mood (weird, I know) and I've had a lot of intolerance and impatience for books. All I want is a really good book that will keep me focused, but I haven't been able to find one yet. Ghost Girl seemed like it would be interesting, but within the first 50 pages I got sick of the main character talking about how invisible she was and how she wanted to re-invent herself so that she could become popular and attract the cutest boy in school, blah blah blah. Sorry. I don't buy it. And I'm tired of all YA books being about this, or at least close to this topic. I love the idea of this book, and I'm sure that I quit reading it right before the good parts started, but it shouldn't take 50 pages to get good. Isn't the beginning of the book supposed to be written and rewritten multiple times so that readers won't fall into this trap?

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Lewis Carroll: more than just an author

So recently I've been swamped with papers and homework and the overall idea of school during the months of November and half of December have been a blur. One of my papers, though I'm pretty proud of and was luckily able to use it for two different classes this semester. That paper was on Lewis Carroll and how he was an extraordinary wordsmith. Since Carroll is such a well-known author, I thought that I'd educate the masses and give you a little taste of what I've been doing during school. Oh, and this is the paper that I had all finished and then it mysteriously was deleted off of my computer and I had to rewrite the entire thing at 3 in the morning. Yeah. I wasn't too happy about that. However, I hope you enjoy the paper, and I understand if you stop reading it halfway through (it is 6 pages).

Lewis Carroll’s Literature: How it Changed the English Language
Lewis Carroll was many things in his life: mathematician, photographer, and author, but most of all, he was a great wordsmith. He had a great affinity for language and used onomatopoeia to create words that meant exactly how they sounded. Carroll loved inventing new words and phrases so much that his name Lewis Carroll is nothing but a penname that was invented by the mind of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, the real-life Carroll. Dodgson changed to the pseudonym Lewis Carroll as a play on his own name: “Lewis was the Anglicized form of Ludovicus, which was the Latin for Lutwidge, and Carroll an Irish surname similar to the Latin name Carolus, from which the name Charles comes” (Wiki). This swapping of titles was not only fun for Carroll, but it provided him the opportunity to see what life would and could be like with new names, ideas, and most importantly, words.

However much Carroll loved nonsense words, he loved nonsense stories even more. His muse, 5 year old Alice Liddell, was the catalyst and inspiration for Alice in Wonderland, and begged him to write down his Wonderland words and tales so that one day she might be able to read them. Because of her prodding, we have Carroll’s masterpieces of fiction that have contributed to not only the literary world, but that of the linguistic world as well.

Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are considered not only two great children’s novels, but two of the greatest pieces of literature to come out of the Victorian Era. Carroll invented an entirely new genre of fiction, that of “literary nonsense”, which can be described as a type of language or conversation that plays with structure and logic, and what can be considered sense and nonsense. This idea of nonsense riddles and word games can be seen all throughout Alice in Wonderland. An obvious representation of this literary nonsense is when Alice recites the poem “’Tis the voice of the sluggard” to some of the creatures she encounters on her journey through Wonderland. Instead of saying the proper poem, she recites the first things that come to her head:

’Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare
‘You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.’
As a duck with his eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark.
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark:
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.
I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie:
The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat,
While the Owl had the dish at its share of the treat.
When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a book,
Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:
While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,
And concluded the banquet by— (86-87)

Though this poem seems to have a semblance of sense, it is complete nonsense and lacking any form of logic— Alice just let her mind flow and used whatever words or story that came to her mind to take the place of the actual place of the poem “’Tis the voice of the sluggard”. Carroll was not only the king of telling an entertaining and winding story, but he had the ability to add flair and pizzazz to whatever he wrote about with uncanny words and illogical sentence structures. Part of the beauty of Carroll’s writing is that he was able to create an entirely new literary genre by simply creating warped sentence structures and illogical thought processes.

Perhaps Carroll’s most famous use of the idea of “literary nonsense” and invention of words and phrases that have contributed largely to the English language is the poem of the Jabberwocky within the Alice sequel, Through the Looking Glass. Because Carroll invented and coined so many unique and odd words within the poem, I wanted to take a look at it and then give a modern day translation in hopes that we can better understand what Carroll tried to say when he penned his infamous lyric.

JABBERWOCKY (124)
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

And now for the modern day translation of his poem translated with help from Wikipedia:

JABERWOCKY (a fabulous monster)
It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, and the slimy corkscrewed nosed badger-lizards
Spun round and round and made holes in the surrounding grass:
The mop-like birds were miserable and moving all about
And the green pigs had lost their way and were sneezing, bellowing and whistling all at once.

“Watch out for the Jabberwock, my son!
He has jaws that bite, and claws that can catch you!
Watch out for the desperate bird that perpetually lives in passion, and avoid
The furious and fuming creature that moves fast and has snapping jaws on an extendable neck!”

The son took his deadly sword in hand:
He had sought the fearsome foe for a long time—
But rested by the Tumtum tree,
And thought for a while.

And, as if in a huffish manner he stood,
The Jabberwock, with fiery eyes,
Came puffing through the thick, dank forest,
And bleated as it advanced!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The deadly sword went snicker-snack!
The boy left the monster dead, and with his head
He went galloping triumphantly back home.

“And did you kill the Jabberwock?
Come here so I can hug you, my beaming boy!
O fabulous, joyous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, and the slimy corkscrewed nosed badger-lizards
Spun round and round and made holes in the surrounding grass:
The mop-like birds were miserable and moving all about
And the green pigs had lost their way and were sneezing, bellowing and whistling all at once.

As I translated the poem of Carroll’s odd words, I could not help but realize how much easier it was to use the words that Carroll had invented. The Victorian Era was the prime time for Carroll to introduce his new words to the public because this was the era of a lazy, more common vernacular. Victorians used slang and took shortcuts in their language to make things simpler for themselves. Carroll did just that and wove multiple words with differing meanings to create a seamless new word that properly described the verb or adjective that his character made, which in sense helped attribute to his literary nonsense and illogical thinking. He created rich and hearty words that expressed the sentiments and feelings his characters had. Words like “whiffling” and “burbled” have a certain onomatopoeia-like quality that express the definition and connotation when spoken. Carroll used the Victorian’s simpler vernacular to his advantage, and created new words to pepper his fantastical tales.

Carroll had a way with words that led to the creation of many descriptive and thrilling nouns, adjectives, and verbs. He used his love for the English language to invent new words that could be used to better his own literature. Words like “chortle” and “vorpal” not only help tell the account of the cult poem “Jabberwocky”, but are used in our common language today. His invention of many nonsense words and ideas helped pave the way for a new literary genre to come forth full of illogical syntax, thoughts, and expressive new words.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Mackey Hedges

The one and only Mackey Hedges

Last night, and today, I had the opportunity to spend some time with Mackey Hedges, author of The Last Buckaroo. Many of you know that I am in a class at BYU called Literature of the American West, which is how I ended up meeting Hedges. My professor, being a professor, has influence and connections to the world of celebrities, and so through the powers of his connections was able to get Hedges to come out for a day or two.

In honor of his arrival, my classmates and I were able to meet Hedges at our professor's house for dinner and an evening of chatting. Though I have met several authors prior to meeting Hedges, this was definitely one author meeting that I'm not likely to forget anytime soon. Although Hedges may not be a big author in the popular literature circle, or even the New York Times Bestsellers circle, he is widely known and read among the cowboys and buckaroos. There seemed to be no end to his stories and anecdotes, that the hours flew by as he spun his tales for us. Like I said, I've met many authors, but this meeting was so personal and intimate, that it was by far the best author experience I've had.

Even if cowboy lit isn't your "cup of tea", Hedges' writings are definitely entertaining and full of sarcastic humor that appeals to most. His book The Last Buckaroo isn't something I would ever willingly pick up on my own, but give it a try--it definitely gives a good look into the life of a cowboy.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Belated Posts Now Explained

So I may not have posted a couple of things until recently- as in 5 minutes ago. That means that the post that I've been meaning to post since the end of summer, roughly 2 1/2 months ago, was just updated and is now ready for viewing! Just a word of warning: I have many posts in the works, but end up posting other things because I want to get those posts out in cyberspace, and so other posts that I've been working on so diligently are put on the back-burner. But never fear, just a word from the author that if whenever you check out said blog (this blog obviously), just browse around a little bit to see if maybe I've posted a late post, and you'll get the chance to read it! And then that belated little post won't feel like it's been left alone and will end up getting it's proper amount of viewers. Anyway, this is basically a post of apologies to say Sorry! to those who get confused and find a random post that pops up on their news feed of blogs they're following. Just saying. Sorry. Now you know my reasons (again, isn't it obvious? Remember how I go to school for 20 hours a week, and work for 22? Yeah, I live in a black hole of obligations). *Sigh* Alas.

Front and Center

Front and Center by Catherine Murdock, the final installment in the Dairy Queen series (or so the author says, though I'm convinced she may right another one). This one isn't my favorite in the series, but definitely an enjoyable read.

In this installment, D.J. has the daunting task ahead of her of apply for colleges, which petrifies her. Not only does she NOT want to be seen as a "big deal" in sports, but she sure as heck doesn't want to advertise her talent to college scouts and coaches. This book focuses on D.J.'s battle to break free from her awkwardly shy shell as well as how she learns to live after a breakup (and possibly gain a new boyfriend on the side).

This wasn't my favorite book of the series, but I did enjoy reading it, and watching D.J. grow up and learn how to get rid of her fear of greatness. For what it is, this was definitely a good wrap-up to the series, though I would love for Murdock to write another book, just to keep the fun going!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Forbidden Sea

One of the coolest things about working at the Provo library is that we have a couple librarians that are authors and illustrators. One of those lovely ladies that I know happens to be Sheila Nielson, the author of The Forbidden Sea. Sheila got a couple Advanced Reader Copies (ARC) of her book that she passed around, and I was one of the lucky ones that got a chance to read it back in October.

The basic plot is this from Amazon.com that can be found at this link here:
"When Adrianne comes face-to-face with the mermaid of Windwaithe Island, of whom she has heard terrible stories all her life, she is convinced the mermaid means to take her younger sister. Adrianne, fierce-willed and courageous, is determined to protect her sister from the mermaid, and her family from starvation. However, the mermaid continues to haunt Adrianne in her dreams and with her song. Yet, when the islanders find out about Adrianne's encounters with the mermaid she is scorned, for this small and superstitious community believes the mermaid will bring devastation to the island if Adrianne does not give herself to the sea. A powerful and lyrical story of one girl who must choose between having everything and having those she loves."

I agree with this great synopsis of Sheila's novel, but I didn't really like the storyline. I can see how this story would appeal to a younger audience, but I couldn't relate to Adrianne at all. I admired her spunk and tenacity, and the fact that she's the oldest daughter, but I hated her family. I thought the mom had no backbone at all and needed a good punch in the gut, her sister was a brat and needed to be slapped, and the choice that she makes at the end was disappointing, and not the choice I would have made.

For her first book, I think Shelia did a great job, but I just wish that there was a different ending and a different way of how she approached the mermaid- it felt like the mermaid wasn't in it for how long she should have been, especially if this book is being marketed as a "mermaid book". This wasn't the best thing I've read, but definitely not the worst either. Maybe if I were younger, and didn't have past parent issues, I would have liked this book more. Maybe you'll enjoy it?