Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Anniversary (Day 93)
Monday, April 22, 2024
First Night of Passover (Day 92)
Sunday, April 21, 2024
Trees and Environmental Injustice in Massachusetts (Day 91)
A day late (Day 90ish)
Friday, April 19, 2024
Readers and Writers vs. Editors and Publishers (Day 89)
The book I alluded to this week that got me editing my to-be-read list and contemplating how well I can predict my future desires based on my current ones also got me thinking about publishing in general. I'm an indie so I'm biased, but I think we're increasingly underserved.
I won't name the book, but as much as I didn't like it and dropped it before I had finished the second chapter, it was evident that the author was skilled. The forced exposition was done well, and the obvious-to-me set up for the inevitable revelation was subtle enough that you'd have to be reading in the genre for a long time to recognize it from far away. The characters were exactly the characters you'd expect in the predictable set up--it was clear from jump who was who, and I wasn't going to worry about mistaking one for another. And the setting was well-thought out, even if I'd read variants on it already.
I am not, I promise, trying to damn this unnamed writer with faint praise. I mean it--she can write. Which it why it struck me as very, very odd that she was writing this particular book. It felt similar to a talented young actor or actress being stuck in a film that was clearly beneath them, but that's just what you have to do when you first get started.
And that only makes me more sure that a lot of debut authors aren't picking their own stories. I can't prove anything at this point, but it seems obvious to me that debut authors are being told, after a fashion, what to write, and how to write it.
Tochi Onyebuchi was the first author who made me think this might be the case. Beasts Made of Night and its sequel Crown of Thunder had a disturbing premise and intriguing characters. And much of the writing was good, but the story was uneven. It's something that people who haven't written and gotten comments might not have picked up on, but it seemed obvious to me that Onyebuchi was told to cut certain things for length, and to compress both back story and some action to... make a page count (I blanch just writing that). It made for some awkwardness, and the conclusion didn't feel as satisfying as I suspect it would have if we had had the chance to read the whole thing.
I couldn't prove that it was the editor and not the writer--not until I read Onyebuchi's Riot Baby and Goliath. Oh, hello. Those books are incredible, and haunting without any of the romance usually attached to the word. Onyebuchi is a masterful writer, and I have no doubt that the book he meant to write with his earlier series was changed by other people.
It's bad editing to force those kinds of cuts and revisions, but it's bad *publishing* to force writers to churn out the same stories that have been written before--and I mean in the last year, not the last decade. Publishing suffers so, so clearly from the same problem that has plagued the rest of mass media. Forget the internet filter bubble/echo chamber; the business advice to "give the people what they want" is just as sure to freeze a culture into a set of customs (with apologies to Frantz Fanon).
I hope the young writer writes more; I'll be happy to take a look at her newer titles. Here's hoping she's able to write something original; you know, the stuff she'd actually like to write, and the stuff we would actually like to read.
Deb in the City
Thursday, April 18, 2024
The gift that keeps on giving (Day 88)
The scan I had last week showed that none of the bones in my foot were broken. Therefore, I could stick to the plan to go to physical therapy and get a holistic evaluation that dealt with my multifidus muscle, my SI joint, my hip, and my foot.
I felt "seen" when we did the strength exam and the PT felt the pop in my right hip as he pressed on my knee. I felt discomfort when he touched the muscles on my right hip and declared the presence of my knots, but fortunately, that part of the exam was over and he knew what was going on.
Both my hip discomfort--that irritating feeling like my hip needs to go back into the socket, but it isn't dislocated--and my foot pain are due to the aftereffects of chemotherapy, and I also got the impression that the weakness of my low, low back was as well, if only as an indirect effect (hips are connected to backs, in case you didn't know). There is nothing to be done about my slipped disc, but fortunately it's very mild and can be mitigated with exercise.
The PT said "core strength, core strength, core strength" twice--as long as it wasn't sit ups or crunches. I'm going to, if not pat myself on the back, indulge in a bit of gratitude that my instincts have kept me away from those exercises for several years because of other issues I have. He said the yoga and Pilates probably helped keep me with as much function as I have now (but probably because of the stretching). I have a list of stretches and strength exercises to perform for the next two weeks, and then we'll talk again.
Let's agree this isn't the worst side effect in the world, and let's also agree that I would have gone through with chemotherapy even if I had been told this would be a side effect. But if I had been told this could be a side effect, I might have planned accordingly. Say, not pushing so hard to go on long walks, and making sure to do regular stretches, and maybe just knowing that I was going to need to consult a physical therapist.
I'm bitter about this because, as usual, I blamed myself for the foot pain, which ended up indirectly leading to a costly event, but *it wasn't my fault*. Maybe that's what I really wish my oncologist had told me: there's going to be weird things that happen to the rest of your body as a result of the chemotherapy, so be gentle with yourself, physically and mentally.
Yeah, that would have been nice.
Deb in the City
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
I am not a psychic computer program (Day 87)
I talked before about how I used my library website to set up reading lists for the year so I wouldn't be overwhelmed by all of the things I wanted to read. I was so proud of myself for doing that because I could take the pressure off of myself to read *everything* and finally get to the things that had been on my list for a few years.
Well, this month I got to a book I'd been wanting to read since it came out last year, and it took my less than ten pages to realize that I didn't want to read it anymore.
I told an online group I'm in about and added that I felt like I'd already read the book. Someone went to check the description and then said they felt like *they* had already read it. I read my husband a passage that screamed foreshadowing, and he agreed with what I saw foreshadowed. He also agreed that, indeed, we'd already the story, a couple of times over.
I looked at the description of another library book I had out. Er, I'd read that one, too. Then I looked at two more items on my book list that were all too familiar.
Needless to say, I have fewer books to read this year than I'd thought I would...although I have seen a few more newer releases and/or books on newer ideas that have caught my fancy.
I don't want people to think that I can't make plans. If a friend or family member gets on my schedule, I keep that appointment. I can plan out novels and see them to completion (and I have). I can budget--one of the most mind-wrecking plans of all. Big picture I can commit to; what I don't want to lock myself into are the little details, like what I might order when I meet a friend at a restaurant, or exactly how much I'm going to spend in each category of spending. When I plan, I need to give my future self flexibility, because, sadly, I'm not psychic. Similarly, when I'm in the thick of daily activities, I need to use my past self as a guide, not a set of programming instructions, because, fortunately, I'm not a computer program.
I'm sorry I couldn't support those others--and that's another post in and of itself, because the problem is the editors and publishers, not the authors--but I've got too much to do right now to saddle myself to what I used to think I should do.
Deb in the City