I use Grammarly for proofreading because I want Veronica to love me. – Archie
We’ve been having an Archie issue in this house. Archie and his pals (my fave is Jughead) hide under pillows and on top of bathroom shelves. Now, I have nothing against those folks. When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to have comics, and so I spent hours reading them at my best friend’s house. And, periodically, my kids surprise me with science facts they’ve learned from Archie. (If you have a message you want to get across to girls, have Betty know it, Veronica (Read more…)
I still think most of these would be whiskey, not coffee. (h/t to Mark Victor Young.) Alltop is a stiff drink of humor.
After finishing Web of Angels, I did some writing exercises to get used to facing the blank page again so I could start something new. Recently, I re-read what I wrote then. This small piece of fiction surprised me, and I want to share it with you today.
My life exists from Monday to Friday. On Saturday I acquire the necessities of life, thus supporting my existence. I shop in the morning, in the afternoon I cook, and in the evening I do laundry. But Sundays are an endless and meaningless day. There is nothing between me and (Read more…)
Getting the first draft finished is like pushing a peanut with your nose across a very dirty floor.
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The figure skaters at the World Championship competition, held this past week in London, Ontario, are the top skaters in the world. And they fall. They fall on their bums in front of a packed stadium, eyes upon them, and in front of TV cameras that represent the millions watching from home. They work all year–for years–for the 3 minute short program and 6 minute free skate. They are young, they defy gravity, and they fall.
At least as a writer I get the chance to revise. Being a writer is more like being a hockey player. There are good
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I am reading Alice Munro because she is brilliant. In the mid 1990s, I studied her stories for “weather,” ie the external details that make a story come alive. In the margins of a book of her short stories, I wrote “clothing,” “smell”, “rain.” Then I added weather to the next draft of The River Midnight and it suddenly popped into the third dimension.
In my new novel the main character meets many minor characters who come and go, so there isn’t the time to develop them in the way of characters who remain throughout a novel. Hence I
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I was walking and saw a slight indentation in the sidewalk. It was the shape of an inverted V. I stood over it with my camera and took a series of pictures. As I bent closer, I noticed a crevice at the tip. Bending closer still, I crouched over it. With my nose practically inside what, from a distance, was a finger mark in cement, I saw treasure:
Writing is like that too. On intense examination, a crack opens into a cavern where there are treasures, which change everything. Structure, story line, the hero, the villain. And you know more
The Imposter Bride by Nancy Richler is #8 in the top 100 books on amazon.ca, surpassing all three Shades of Grey. I’ve loved The Imposter Bride since it came out last year. It’s a finely written novel about the relationship between an enigmatic mother and her daughter. A holocaust survivor, Lily Azerov immigrates to Montreal for an arranged marriage. But despite a loving husband, she can’t adjust and not long after her baby’s birth, disappears. The girl’s life is shaped by a search for the truth about her mother, armed only with the cryptic diary left behind.
This novel (Read more…)
As you’ll know if you follow my blog, I sent off the first draft of a fun new book to my agent. He is a dear as well as smart, but not the fastest responder. So while waiting, I had in mind to return to embark (again) on another the first draft of a historical novel I began researching 10 years ago. I was younger then; so were my children:
Lilian and H in China
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Glenn Close as Albert Nobbs and Janet McTeer as Hubert Page
via Gallery for Albert Nobbs
Throughout history, there have been women who have lived as men either because of gender identification and/or for safety and opportunity as soldiers, pirates and doctors, for example. (This includes James Barry, an 18th century surgeon who became the Inspector General for military hospitals.)
In this fine movie, Glenn Close plays Albert Nobbs, a timid, asexual person, a sad little man (or woman) who is a waiter in a posh restaurant in the 1890s. Albert encounters Hubert Page (Janet McTeer), who is bigger
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I want to tell you about a writer who looked old in his mid-30s. He walked with a cane. He was overweight, lethargic, pasty-faced and depressed. It was no wonder. He was a writer trying to write vividly, truthfully and with compassion under a totalitarian regime. He believed in the socialist dream, at least he had believed in it once, and his writing is also rich with psychological portraits of people who ambivalently struggle with the crash of ideals and disillusionment.
Vasily Grossman’s first short story, “In the Town of Berdichev”, was published in a Soviet literary magazine in 1934.
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1. Create more, worry less. (h/t Diane Shoemperlen)
2. The market isn’t Stalin. Have fun writing.
3. The market is Stalin. Be subversive.
[A]n invisible force was crushing him. He could feel its weight, its hypnotic power; it was forcing him to think as it wanted, to write as it dictated. This force was inside him; it could dissolve his will and cause his heart to stop beating…
From Life and Fate by Vasily Grossman, quoted on page 73 of The Road: Stories, Journalism and Essays by Vasily Grossman, edited by Robert Chandler.
Vasily Grossman at the Eastern Front,
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To follow literary fashion, to write for money, to censor your true feelings and thoughts or adopt ideas because they’re popular requires a writer to suppress the very promptings that got him or her writing in the first place. When you started writing, in high school or college, it wasn’t out of a wish to be published, or to be successful, or even to win a lovely award like the one you’re receiving tonight. It was in response to the wondrousness and humiliation of being alive. Remember?
via Jeffrey Eugenides's Advice to Young Writers : The New Yorker.
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WWII military supply plane
That is the interior of the sea plane that took me from Vancouver to Gabriola Island. As the only passenger, I got to sit in front.
I thought the ride would be scary. Instead it was a stroll through the sky. A magical row below the clouds and above the ground, where toy cars drove along toy roads. A rope trailed from the right wing, later used to secure the plane to the dock the way you’d tie up your rowbot.
Gabriola Island is a verdant haven for artists, musicians, writers and others off the coast
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Goddess Durga by Joydeep
Thanks to Lauren B. Davis for tagging me on this great questionnaire for writers. I have to confess that I’m participating in this more because I want to hear what other writers are doing than wanting to write about myself–but I will do my best to wrestle the questions to the ground.
I know you’ll forgive me if my replies are a bit, let’s say, idiosyncratic.
What is your working title of your book? I can’t tell you yet because it’s too far from complete. I usually file my work under the names of the protagonist(s).
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This is a beautiful, heart-breaking, and ultimately redemptive novel about an Ojibway (Anishnabeg) man’s journey from childhood in the bush to his undoing in residential school, experiences in the Native hockey league and in an NHL farm team, his subsequent alcoholism and recovery.
It is a narrative as familiar as the Cultural Revolution stories among Chinese writers or holocaust stories among Jewish writers, ie an individual exploration of a collective trauma. They are all important, even if not all equally literary. This one is so skilled and honest. I want to say brilliant because it shines: Wagamese’s narrative is one
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I dashed off yesterday’s post in haste and want to add a few thoughts. I’m not in favour of an economic model in which cheap prices depress wages (and working conditions), which require cheap prices, reinforcing the cycle. But what I am heartened by is that a subject which only the Canadian publishers, as yet, have been brave enough to fly–dissociative identity disorder and child exploitation, not far-flung, but of the homegrown variety–has been taken up and embraced by ordinary people in ordinary places. And here and now, Walmart is ordinary and ubiquitous. That Walmart featured Web of Angels,
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Web of Angels is back on the bestseller list! And no small thanks go to…Walmart, which chose this literary novel about a mom with dissociative identity disorder as its featured book for July. In an opportunity to do good and right, Walmart hit it: literature meets mainstream right there.
Bestsellers – Canadian Fiction, August 4, 2012 – The Globe and Mail.
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“Dreamlike” is one word for Beth Kephart’s latest novel, “Small Damages,” in which an American teenager is exiled to Spain after she gets pregnant. Her percolating story emerges through Kephart’s lilting prose in that same hazy way you’d meander through the narrow white streets of Seville in the noontime sun or confront the hot, dry winds, redolent of foreign smells and flavors, on a ranch in the Spanish countryside. The reader is lost and found and lost and found again.
via ‘Small Damages,’ by Beth Kephart – NYTimes.com.
I couldn’t be more pleased or agree more completely with every
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My new project, which I’m now about 8,000 words into, is something different from anything I’ve done before. It’s a light (and I hope smart) novel. I won’t say anything more about it for now, but I need some book recommendations. I’ve been reading serious literary fiction and my non-fiction has consisted of an immersion in the Stalin era, except for the current book I’m reading, a memoir about a family’s history with depression. It’s time for a change.
I have a craving for some light and lively fiction. By that I don’t necessarily mean genre: I don’t want to
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“That must be a heckuva book,” the elderly man said. He stood before me, hand in hand with his lady friend, as they walked the boardwalk on an afternoon constitutional.
“It definitely is,” I answered, emerging from my reverie.
“I bet it’s a love story,” he said with a smile.
“Well, not exactly – not a conventional love story.” I held the book up so he could see the title. “It’s called Web of Angels and the author is Canadian
via Simply Reading: Web of Angels | Bookstack.
Oh, do read the rest by the inimitable Becca at the
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Inside our minds great forces rage and collide and strange convoluted processes are developed in order to avoid internal obstacles and keep the status quo. Former versions of ourselves wander through the inner labyrinth, exerting terrific pressure on our decision making and often dictating reactions in illogical ways. We have this charming, quaint idea that we’re in control of ourselves, but it only takes a little stress, conflict or fear to make a mockery of that. It’s a jungle in there.
Lilian Nattel’s latest novel, Web of Angels, goes further than any novel I think I’ve ever read in dramatising
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For a long time literary critics and philosophers have argued, along with the novelist George Eliot, that one of fiction’s main jobs is to “enlarge men’s sympathies.” Recent lab work suggests they are right. The psychologists Mar and Keith Oatley tested the idea that entering fiction’s simulated social worlds enhances our ability to connect with actual human beings. They found that heavy fiction readers outperformed heavy nonfiction readers on tests of empathy, even after they controlled for the possibility that people who already had high empathy might naturally gravitate to fiction. As Oatley puts it, fiction serves the function
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BookNet bestsellers: Canadian fiction in great company! Web of Angels hanging out with Why Men lie by Linden MacIntrye, The Winter Palace by Eva Stachniak, Half-Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan and Room by Emma Donoghue! | Quillblog | Quill & Quire http://ow.ly/aDxgZ
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