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Friday, May 25, 2012

Kiddie Scifi books

It's been a long time since I reported on Kiddie Sci-Fi books that we've read.  I'm certain I've missed some, but here are the highlights of what I remember.
Green Wilma:  Frog in Space by Tedd Arnold was definitely an amusing one.  The meter was easy and helped the story flow, and the story was funny to both child and parent.  The premise--that when an alien spacecraft stopped to allow their child to stretch his legs they accidentally beamed a frog back up in his place--created hilarity for all involved.  I liked the humor in the background illustrations as well.  Definitely recommended.

Merry Christmas Space Case by James Marshall is a sequel to Space Case, which was, I believe, the first kiddie scifi book I wrote about.  This book wasn't quite as tongue-in-cheek as the first, and so I didn't enjoy it quite as much.  Zaxxon still enjoyed it though, even though it had been so long that he didn't remember the first book.  The alien returned for Christmas, just as he said he would in the first book.  I didn't really like the bullies in the book (which the alien helped the boy to repel) mainly because Zaxxon is so young that he hasn't encountered bullies yet, and I didn't really want to explain those nuances of childhood to my son.  The main character of the book in in grade school so the book is probably aimed at a slightly older audience--and since I don't have any grade school children yet, I don't know how much longer they read picture books.  At any rate, we both enjoyed the book, but I can't recommend it as enthusiastically as I did the first book.
Our first introduction to Oliver Jeffers was The Great Paper Caper and we decided that he was... weird.  Weird from the illustrations up.  The characters all have little stick legs and noses that make a reddish U-shape that dominates their faces.  The humor is often subtly (or not-so-subtly) adult--for example, in Paper Caper each character explains, by means of an illustration, that s/he has an alibi, and one character's alibi was that he was peeing on a tree.  Not exactly the sort of thing you'd expect in a children's book.  There were no words there, so the kids only saw a character looking at a tree up close, but the parents sure knew what was going on.  Very strange, and the plots are somewhat non-linear as well.  The thing I do like about his stories is the spontaneity and the off-the-wall things that take you by surprise.

The Way Back Home was similar, although not quite as adult.  A boy crash-lands his airplane on the moon, a Martian crashes his space ship, and they have to work together to get home.  It was bizarre, but enjoyable.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

More Kid Sci-Fi Books!

I was surprised to see that it was more than a year ago when I last posted about fun sci-fi books for kids.  I believe we've read some others in the mean time, but I can't remember specifics.

At any rate, in our latest cycle of library books were these two picture books:
Another Day in the Milky Way by David Milgrim, and Hush, Little Alien by Daniel Kirk.  Both were very fun, and my son enjoyed them.

Another Day in the Milky Way is the story of a boy who wakes up on the wrong planet (which happens to him every now and then) and he doesn't remember how to get back.  He has to navigate through much weirdness in order to find his way home.  Zaxxon liked the absurb pictures, especially the three-headed mother.

Hush, Little Alien is very sweet and fun.  The Papa alien finds all sorts of things to amuse his son, and it fits perfectly into the familiar tune.  For any kid who enjoys silliness embedded into the familiar, this is a must.

I love that Zaxxon has a much longer attention span now.  He loves books and going to storytime at the library.  We check out a dozen every three weeks, and we read several each day.  I'm a little sad that he's about to outgrow the toddler storytime because I'll miss the librarian, but I know he ought to enjoy the preschool one, too.  In fact, it's time to start taking him to both, so we can both get to know the new librarian before we have to completely make the switch.  Books rule!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Analog Now Accepts Electronic Submissions!

Apparently it's been a few years since I submitted to Analog, but I have looked at their submission guidelines from time to time when deciding which market to hit up next.  I've tended not to send much to them because it's so much easier for me to submit electronically.  However, I decided it was time to send one of my stories to them, and much to my surprise I found that they now have an electronic submission form!

http://analog.magazinesubmissions.com/

I think this is excellent, and it meant that I got my story back out tonight rather than gathering everything together and then seeing what day would be best for a trip to the post office this week.  Now the only big market I submit to regularly that doesn't accept electronic submissions is Fantasy and Science Fiction.  I imagine they'll probably jump on the bandwagon sooner or later.  Any bets as to how long it will take?


In other news, I finished the book that I found so unsatisfying (blogged about here) last night, and the ending did NOT make everything better.  The protagonist continued to passively observe through most of the narrative, and even when he was active it was usually at another's insistence.  But then the end... ick...
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If you have any desire to read The Box of Delights by John Masefield, don't read the rest
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It turned out to be a friggin' dream!  I mean, c'mon!  Talk about jumping the shark!  Now again, it was written in 1935 so it predated jumping the shark, but still!  Now, waking up didn't get the protagonist out of trouble or anything; the author at least wrapped the plot up--tritely and coincidentally, but it was wrapped up--but still!  Urgh!  I suppose that might explain why people weren't reacting to the wondrous things going on around them.  Wacky stuff can happen in dreams and we accept it as a matter of course.  However, when that happens in fiction--and goes unexplained for nearly 300 friggin' pages--it's very unsatisfactory.

Okay, rant is over.  Suffice it to say, I do not recommend the book.

I did have to laugh at the author's bio in the back, though:
"The Box of Delights is now an established Christmas favourite and as much a part of the season as Dickens's A Christmas Carol."
Hardly.  It hasn't been rewritten and retold hundreds of times, starring everyone from Patrick Stewart to Kermit the Frog, so I don't think it's quite as much a part of Christmas.  Probably because few people put up with it long enough to reach the disappointing ending.

Okay, sorry, I said the rant was over.

Friday, March 4, 2011

I hate passive protagonists--and why do I feel compelled to finish reading everything I start?

Just a reminder that Doomology: The Dawning of Disasters is now available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble!

I'm (finally) nearly finished reading a children's Christmas book recommended to me by our children's librarian as research for my own Christmas book, and I have to say that I'm hating it.  It's nowhere near the same style of book I've written and it's old (1935) so it's not really helping me in the who's-publishing-good-kid's-lit-these-days department.  But for some reason I finish reading 99.5% of everything I start, even if I don't like it.  Why?  I'm not really sure.  It's just something I do, perhaps based on a sense of seeing things through.  I don't walk out of movies or plays either, and I tend to read nearly every article even in magazines, even if they aren't of particular interest to me.  I could probably free up a bit of time in my life if I could rid myself of this habit, but so far, no go.

The protagonist in this particular book (The Box of Delights by John Masefield) is very much an observer.  He really doesn't do much; his purpose seems to be to follow people around and see what happens.  He seldom even reacts to what he sees.  In one particularly obnoxious scene he has traveled to the past (sort of) at watches for two pages while a group of pirates debates how to go about killing him, and not once does he try to get away, struggle, scream, or even internally express fear over what he's hearing.  I can't connect with this character!  I would rather read about an active coward who's always running from things he could fix than someone who just watches everything in a deadpan sort of way.

Deadpan seems to be the style of this book, though.  There are fantastic, magical, and wondrous things happening all around and nobody ever reacts to them.  "You have something that can shrink us to the size of rodents?  No big deal.  The mouse is talking to us?  That happens all the time.  You don't think I should go back in time because I might not be able to return?  Eh, I'll bet I can find a way."  I don't feel any wonder at the magic in the book, because nobody else does.  Add to this that there are few good scene breaks or stopping points and paragraphs run on for pages, making it feel like it takes forever to read, and I've really had to drag myself through this book.  But again, even though I've considered it many times, I haven't returned the book unfinished.  Perhaps I'm just obsessive.  But I'm glad this thing is almost over.

This had made me realize that I need to make sure I never write this sort of protagonist.  I don't think I do, but I don't want to annoy any readers the way I currently feel annoyed, so I need to make doubly sure that I never do in the future.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Science Fiction Christmas Stories

I read Connie Willis's anthology "Miracle and Other Christmas Stories" every December to get me in the holiday mood.
My favorites are "Newsletter," which is a humorous story about a woman trying to fend off an alien invasion at Christmas time, and "Inn," in which a woman helps out a homeless couple on Christmas Eve only to discover that there is a lot more to them than meets the eye.  It's fun to read science fiction Christmas stories as it is my genre, and Connie is one of my favorite authors.

I just discovered that I have an Amazon gift card left over from last Christmas that I ought to spend, so it's time for a little holiday gift exchange.  Who are your favorite authors?  If you know of anyone else who writes scifi Christmas stories, great, but it doesn't have to be Christmas.  I haven't branched out much in my reading lately, and I'd like some ideas for some new authors to discover.  Please let me know who you like to read to give me some ideas on what to spend my gift certificate on!

Friday, November 5, 2010

All Clear

Back on October 19, I went to the Tattered Cover for the release of Connie Willis' latest book, All Clear.
This is the second part of her novel Blackout, which was released back in February and which I blogged about here.

I've been very behind on reading this year, and so I only started reading Blackout last month, but I devoured it.  I was about 2/3 of the way through it when I went to Connie's signing, and I've since finished it and am about 1/3 of the way through All Clear.  As always, I love the way Connie phrases things, and she has an excellent way of weaving her stories together, making the reader want more.  I do recommend these books (we'll see if that remains the same after I finish this one!) but don't expect happiness.  They are about World War II, after all.

I had to compliment Connie when she signed my book because I don't think I've ever had anyone bring the Blitz to life for me before.  Academically, I knew what it was, but most history lessons I remember about WWII tended to focus on the holocaust or Pearl Harbor--movies too.  I'd never before internalized the hell that Londoners went through with bombs dropping on their heads every night--which just goes to show how much of an impact fiction can have on a person.

During her talk, Connie mostly concentrated on how frequently history balances on a knife's edge, and what little things can push it over.  For example (please bear in mind that I'm paraphrasing), Hitler's plan to invade England involved first an air war, where he was systematically taking out Royal Air Force (RAF) targets.  After taking out the RAF, he believed he would be able to march into London unopposed.  It had worked in other countries, after all.  He'd instructed his pilots to jettison their bombs in the English Channel if they were unable to find their targets.  Well, one night, two Luftwaffe pilots got lost in the London fog.  They couldn't find their targets, so they jettisoned their bombs over what they thought was the English Channel.  It wasn't the English Channel though--they hit a civilian target:  a church, and a few civilians died.  Well, Churchill had said that if Hitler ever attacked civilians, he would retailiate, so he attacked Berlin.  The attack so enraged Hitler that he called off attacking RAF targets and began the Blitz:  the regular bombing of London.  While this was horrific for Londoners, it probably worked in favor of England and the Allies.  Historians have estimated that the RAF had no more than two weeks left before they would have been completely wiped out had Hitler continued his original plan.  With Hitler changing his targets, they had time to regroup, rebuild, and keep fighting him off--and all because two pilots got lost in the fog.  So you never know when a decision--or a mistake--will change the course of history.  Kinda fun to look at from a time travel standpoint.

The release was fun from a social standpoint as well, as I met an old friend there.  Waiting in line to get our books signed was the perfect time to catch up.  It made for a nice evening.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

It's Never Too Early to Introduce Your Children to Science Fiction

I found this excellent book at the library the other day.
Space Case by Edward Marshall, with pictures by James Marshall

Mostly I only get my son board books, since it's too easy for him to tear paper pages (in fact, he currently lacks the manual dexterity to turn paper pages without skipping a ton) but when I saw the title and cover, I couldn't resist.

It's a very fun story about a space alien who comes to Earth, discovers Halloween, makes a friend and follows his friend to school.  It has no real science of course--but that's part of its charm.  I cracked up at the line "After studying the dictionary, the thing found it easier to communicate."  And I love this page:
In case you can't read the narrative, it says "[It came] to meet the natives, who were not especially friendly."  The picture, and the implications that go along with space-alien-lore and cows was funny to me.

I definitely recommend this book to parents of young children, since it's a fun, silly little story.  It even has a tiny bit of a lesson in acceptance.

This is not my first attempt to indoctrinate my son into liking science fiction.  He has two Star Trek bibs:  one says "Jean-Luc's my hero," and the other has a picture of a baby Vulcan and says "Mind meld This."  He also had a onesie that said "Future Trekkie," which he has long since outgrown.  Here are some pictures I took of him last May, on the day the most recent Star Trek movie came out
I just love scifi, and I'm working to keep it going into the Next Generation!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Good Old-Fashioned Sci-Fi

Awhile back, I promised a post on reading, so here it is. While leading the busy life of a parent, how do I find the time to read for myself? By depriving myself of sleep, of course!

Here's my typical (weekday) evening:
  1. Put child to bed
  2. Spend 15-25 minutes getting self ready for bed (this is so I can hit the sack immediately once I'm ready for sleep)
  3. Spend 1-1 ½ hours in office writing/blogging/wasting time on the internet (husband goes to bed sometime in this range)
  4. Realize that I should be getting into bed within 10 minutes. Decide to look at just one more thing online
  5. 20 minutes later, leave office
  6. Sit in comfy chair, determined to read for just five minutes to relax and wind down (if I haven't brushed my teeth earlier, I tend to snack now, too)
  7. 45 minutes later, slam book down, chide self for staying up too late, vow to start taking better care of self the next day, go to bed
  8. Repeat nightly
(I wrote part of this post a while ago, and this routine ended about two weeks ago. Now, you can replace writing, blogging, and reading with packing [though I'm still wasting time on the internet.] But I'm sure I'll return to the reading/writing routine once things calm down.)

And what do I read that is so engrossing as to keep me up too late, night after night? Connie's latest book, which I mentioned attending the release of a while ago? Something new (or old) that I've never read before? Now why would I do something like that?

It's a bit of a guilty pleasure for me to read and reread (and reread again) some of the books that I enjoyed as a kid/teenager. I think of them along the lines of security blankets or comfort foods--they gave me pleasure during my impressionable years, so they're easy and relaxing and fun to read, even now.

The most recent thing I have revisited from my past was the Tom Corbett series by Carey Rockwell (a pseudonym for who-knows-how-many authors.) This is a science fiction series from the 1950s about a group of space cadets learning to become officers in the Solar Guard, the military organization that polices the solar system (and beyond) after humankind has colonized the stars. They are (of course) the best team in the Space Academy and they (of course) have numerous adventures, typically involving the taking-out of intergalactic criminals bent on being greedy or undermining the principals of the Solar Alliance.
It is also very corny. You could feed cows with the contents of these books (a fact I did not fully appreciate until recently.) Parts of it just made me crack up (like the King Kong-esque battle between a giant snake and a Tyrannosaurus on the planet Venus.) It springs from an era of science fiction where if you're going to write about space cadets, everything must relate back to space. People don't wear boots, they wear space boots. They don't drive cars, they drive jet cars. They eat spaceburgers and drink Martian water. They live in Atom City. If they want to tell someone to f*** off, they tell them to "blast their jets," and when they swear, they swear "By the Rings of Saturn!!" (This same expectation of like-mindedness in the future causes science fiction movie producers to dress everyone in identical silver jumpsuits.)

According to Wikipedia, Tom Corbett (along with his cronies Astro and Roger Manning) also existed in television, radio, comic books, comic strips, coloring books, punch-out books and View-Master reels. It was interesting for me to read about all this, since I had no idea the legacy was so wide-spread. I only knew that my father had four of the eight books and he gave them to me when I was a child.

The books are written for adolescents and are easy to read, and the issues within are typically black-and-white. Mostly they're just simple and fun adventure stories; but for a child enamored of space-travel, they were a blast. Now that I'm older, I see a lot of holes and contradictions, but it was still fun to trip back through memory lane.

The books are also very much a product of their time, meaning that a lot of their science is bunk (although they were pretty accurate for what was known at the time, or so I've heard) and they're very sexist--but even as an adolescent I was willing to look past that for a good story. With one exception, the female characters fall into three categories: 1) the nurturing mother-figure, 2) the pure, innocent sister-figure, and 3) the object of sexual attraction (although this was pretty tame, considering the age group--no femme fatales or whores, these usually fit the "sister" type if they became more than eye candy.) But in my mind, there were girls as well as boys in the Space Academy.

As I said before, my father had four of the eight books while growing up (a friend of his had the other four) which he shared with me. So I got to read books 1, 3, 6, and 7. Therefore, the way the series ended was left to my imagination. I remember once asking my father whether they graduate from the Space Academy at the end, and he said he didn't remember, but he thought so. I very much wanted to read the other four books, so for years I did some searching at local libraries (I was a bit too young to grasp the concept of out-of-print and did not understand why they were so unhelpful) and the dealer's room at science fiction conventions--but to no avail.

It wasn't until I was a sophomore in college that I discovered the magic of alibris.com and, by extension, used books on Amazon. Within a few weeks, I was able to find decent, reasonably-priced copies of the four missing books. What a treasure, to find something like that from my childhood! I promptly set about reading all eight of them in order, and things went great until the final book, when I experienced the worst letdown I've ever encountered in the literary world.

To begin with, they got rid of my favorite character early on. Tom and Astro were just a little too perfect for me (I guess I understood the merits of literary conflict even at a tender age) and so Roger Manning, with his sarcasm, jokes, and his all-too-human tendency to make errors in judgment, was my favorite. (On this latest read-through, I didn't like how he often tended to be a scapegrace.) And in book 8, they went and transferred him to a different school at the beginning.

In addition to the fact that Roger was my favorite, there was another major problem with getting rid of him. Throughout the previous books, they went on and on about teaching the three boys to be a team--"the unit is the backbone of the academy"--and then they went and broke up their best group. They replaced him with another character, T.J., who personality-wise could've been his clone, and then carried on as though nothing had happened. All throughout the story, I kept expecting the narrative to follow Roger for a while and then for them to converge, but that never happened. In fact, there was no closure to the series at all; it ended the same way the rest of them did: with reflection on what they'd accomplished and expectation for the next big adventure. When taken as the individual ending of a kids book, this might not have been bad, but when you consider that it was the end of a series--and particularly an ending that I had been anticipating for the better part of a decade... Well, it left me in shock and dismay the first time I read it.

In retrospect, they probably had no intention of ending the series with only eight books. Perhaps Roger would have reappeared later on, if things had kept going. Or perhaps not; according to the Internet Movie Database, while Tom and Astro appeared throughout the entire TV series, Roger appeared in only half of them and was replaced by T.J. for the latter half--so perhaps the actor playing Roger wanted out, and the books were simply following the same progression as the TV show.

I discovered a few weeks ago that bibliobazaar has reprinted the first seven of these books, and that Amazon has come out with kindle versions of them (also the first seven,) so if anyone is interested in reading them, they are much more readily (and cheaply) available than they were to me. (I can't help but think that the omission of book 8 means that I'm not the only person to be upset with the ending!)

I reread this series recently partly for something easy, relaxing, and fun, and partly because I haven't touched the books since the huge letdown, and I wondered how it would be on a second read-through with lower expectations. I was still annoyed. I also discovered that I'm way too old for the series now--I guess adulthood and parenthood will do that to you. But this series will always have a place in my heart as something that fueled many dreams during my childhood.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Blackout


I went to the Tattered Cover last night, where Connie Willis answered questions and signed copies of her latest novel, Blackout, which has been in the works for eight years. It was my first trip away from both of my boys that didn't involve the grocery store in ages, and it was excellent to get away. I returned home to discover that Banshee Baby had given his Daddy a hard time and gotten poop all over, but at least I had a relaxing evening.

Connie Willis is one of my favorite science fiction authors. Actually, that's not true. To be honest, I'd have to say that she is my all-time favorite author, science fiction or otherwise. Her plotting is excellent, her timing impeccable, her dialogue snappy, and her humor is wonderful. I can't remember whether I started with The Doomsday Book or the story collection Impossible Things--but it doesn't matter anymore, I've read everything of hers that I can get my hands on. And sometimes it's hard to get your hands on her stuff. Some of her novellas had limited runs, not all of her short stories are in anthologies, and her earliest work can be difficult to track down. But there are lots of books you can get your hands on, and I highly recommend her.

It's always a blast to hear Connie speak. She's very open, talkative, and her sense of humor works in person as well as in print. She is also very well-read and will recommend many books over the course of a talk--and I always find myself wishing I'd thought to take notes. She regaled us with tales of her research, how relieved she is to finally be done, and talked about her writing process. It felt rather good--a validation, I suppose--to know that she gets stuck in some of the same sort of places I do while writing.

In addition to signing my copy of Blackout, Connie was nice enough to sign my copies of several other (okay, seven) of my books. I was amazed at how many of them were not signed yet. I've seen Connie many times before at MileHiCon, the convention where I met my husband, but I guess I'd accumulated a lot since my last visit. I knew I'd be okay bringing them along, though, since Connie is not the sort of person to be stuck-up about rigid rules for book signings. In fact, she has a Christmas story, Adaptation, in which she makes fun of the sort of celebrities who do.  The signing took a little longer than I'd anticipated, and as I returned to my car I hoped that my $28 book would not turn into a $70 book--but thankfully the meter maid did not pay a visit after the meter expired.  Whew!

Blackout is part one of a two-volume series involving time travel and the blitz--and I happen to know it has an Eileen in it! All Clearwill be coming out sometime in the fall (I believe she said October.) And she promised us many times last night that it is indeed finished--she said if she gets hit by a bus on her way home from the signing, we'll still get the book later this year. It'll be a while before I get to start this one, since I'm in the middle of reading something else right now, and with my son around, my reading time is limited. And if I put it off for a while, the wait between books won't be as long. I shall certainly share my thoughts on it once I've finished.