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October 31 Honk if you love that real men do it better!Dangerous Games
Hidden Agendas
Killer Secrets (coming soon)
I blogged about anthologies on 7 October. In a nutshell, they're the equivalent of writing an essay the night before as opposed to taking 2 or 3 days to really set it out in depth. Plus the fact that the more stories that are included, probably the more you'll regret spending money on it. And I really think that series are being done to death. Tempting SEALS is one of the best series I have read. Lori Foster's Fighters of the SBC is quite popular, but I've only read Simon Says.
At the end of the day, though, anthologies are good for people like me who have an inconsistent attention span. Being that it is almost midnight and I have a quite good day job, I'll save my brilliant idea for tomorrow. It's so brilliant, it has a PhD in Brilliance from Cambridge University. Not only that, but on its roof is a huge billboard that can be seen from Canada... and Neptune.. that says "THIS IS A BRILLIANT IDEA! Spelled out in blinking lights, of course.
"Books are, let's face it, better than anything else."
Nick Hornby~The Polysyllabic Spree
[This blog is a hobby. I have no business or personal connection with amazon.com other than being a customer. I am not making any financial profit from any of this. These are just books I have around the house.] October 29 A Hefty Arsenal of Humor by Richard ArmourSome time back I picked up a couple of slim paperbacks called TWISTED TALES BY SHAKESPEARE and ENGLISH LIT RELIT. I loved how Armour skewered the lofty ideas and even loftier prose. He brought it all down to earth, but amazingly, at the same time, swung open that back door to understanding that some of us just... need. The parodies and satires were as laser-guided poniards, poking holes in bloated balloons of intellectual pretense. Yep, I really dig that.
I understand jokes. I have since I was a kid. I learned about people and life's many hypocrisies from MAD magazine. Because I understood the joke, I understood the idea they were making fun of. Or maybe it was the other way around...
So I got on WWW.HALF.COM and looked for more books by this Armour dude. Damn. First of all, my two books were written in the 60s and reprinted in the 70s. Looking up more of his books took me back in time. I managed to get hold of THE CLASSICS RECLASSIFIED -- in hardcover no less! from www.eBay.com and last week, I ordered PUNCTURED POEMS and IT ALL STARTED WITH NUDES. They are old. But that's cool. I like old books. Reminds me of my parents' closet.
PUNCTURED POEMS is quite amusing. The annotations at the bottom of the page are usually funnier than the poem parody itself. It's a good book to have in the bathroom (if your habits run to that sort of thing) because it's a couplet, an illustration and the funnier annotation at the bottom. And the illustrations are quite good too -- very New Yorker-ish, with spare lines and wonderfully comic expressions. Cambell Grant illustrated NUDES, and Eric Gurney illustrated PUNCTURED POEMS.
I have the in the living room because they are good books to have when I feel like reading AND watching TV. They're cleverly written, the humor satisfies in a big way, cute illustrations, and the reason they are good for multi-tasking -- when you look at a page, you can take in most of what it says at a glance.
October 12 Different Hours -- Same MinutesDIFFERENT HOURS -- Poems by Stephen Dunn (Pulitzer Prize Winner)
Like all good albums, this book has its title track smack in the middle. Dunn's poems are filled with a kind of
unfurling wonder at his own perceptions. On first reading, it's very pleasant -- simple words, simple phrases,
simple humor. On 2nd reading, the tar begins to seep to the surface -- the rhetoric of powerlessness,
of the unwilling spectator, the confused man who has seen too many changes and not enough that helps him
make sense of them. On 3rd reading, familiarity breeds contempt. The name-dropping pokes out; all the songs
start to blur together like separate movements of the same piece of music. Unity is supposed to be good, right?
When does unity become a rut? When does motif morph into child-of-baby-boomer whining. I'll tell you when.
If you can't find anything to relate to in these poems, yeah, it's going to sound a whole lot like
September-of-my-years whining.
And yet...
There's a quiet comfort in reading these poems. The simple, familiar language. The sense of humor that stems
the seep of melancholy. For someone like me, trained in operatic melodramatic fin-de-siecle verbiage of
European literature, Dunn's words settle on my spirit like a favor that's been a long time coming -- the kind that
feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders.
Or put another way...
O the utter mundane!
O the utterer of mundane!
Name-dropping, and school-boy writing lessons.
Weltschmertz (sp?) and bagels. Oi!
Anamorphic anaesthesia
Like fog, drifting, coating
Cuddling dullness and stunted wonder.
Sinatra sings "It was a very good year."
--for red-blooded boys, martinis in hand
Snapping to the band, pretending life is grand.
What. Ever.
Artfully big words artfully dropped
Like chocolate morsels; make sure you
Pick up each one. Don't let them go to waste.
A paragraph at the least for each.
I'm not saying a monkey could do it.
That would be absurd.
They know better than to labor pointlessly.
Who learns from who, then?
But that's just me, innit...I mean, it did win a Pulitzer.
October 08 The Party, After You Left -- Song of the Fringe-dwellerThe Party, After You Left -- Song of the Fringe-dweller
Being a fringe-dweller has its perks. You're in a position to see most of what's going on. You have the advantage of perspective that people in the thick of things can't see. The downside is that man is a social animal, and fringe-dwellers are notoriously wallflowery. They belong to no one and no one belongs to them -- except maybe other f-ds.
Today, I was an F-D -- but I didn't want to be. I really, really didn't want to be. I don't know why today was my day to be the enforced loner. My perfume too strong? My expression too unwelcoming? Every one of my colleagues who looked at me today decided to sit somewhere else. I basically spent 3 hours pretending I could care less.
When I got home, this book was on my dresser -- THE PARTY, AFTER YOU LEFT; a collection of cartoons by Roz Chast. I love Chast's style. She's the artist for Deutsche Grammophon's "Mad About..." classical music series. She's been published in "The New Yorker" countless times. That she has put many of her best illustrations together in a book is a glorious event to me.
If you need a theme, I guess it could be the many facets of ennui -- that non-feeling/non-emotion. It's such a non-sensation of utter nothingness. You're not happy; you're not depressed. You're not interested; you're not disinterested. It's like sitting in body-temperature water -- there's nothing to FEEL!
How does that apply to my morning? I had to achieve a state of suspended animation in order to not notice I had a whole row to myself. I can't even ask them why because then they would know that it bothered me and that's just not an option. But I feel better after looking through this book. It's cathartic. A safe drain of all the negative energy.
October 07 Anthologies -- a good way to sell crap storiesThis week I was reminded of why I should not waste good shekels on anthologies. You buy the book for 1 story; the other story is halfway decent; then there's the one that's complete freaking INCOMPREHENSIBLE. WTF?! I've read a handful of these and the best/decent/rubbish formula is a given. I should have bought the book on eBay or from an Amazon alternative seller, except that sometimes they poke your eyes out with s&h fees.
So in this anthology -- HOT SPELL (excuse me while I die laughing), the BEST story is "The Breed Next Door". I'm not satisfied with the ending, but overall, very pleasant. "Falling For Anthony" and "Blood Kiss" are long-winded with glimpses of interesting vampire and paranormal stuff. "The Countess's Pleasure". Omigah! There's an hour and a half of my life I'll never get back. I read on, imploring the story to make some sense. But no. It was a crapfest from beginning to end. If I decide to keep the book, I'm tearing out the 3 waste-of-time stories and keeping the Lora Leigh. Really, what else can you do? The cover is on my book list if you want to check it out. Good professional books for english teachers #1Everyone thinks they can write if they have to. And when they realize that they can't, they dismiss it as a waste of time or pointless. Sometimes English teachers can write -- sometimes they can't. Just because you can do the research and compile the stats, you're entire report can still turn out to sound like complete and utter bollix. And then you write a book. Lord, save us!
THE LITERATURE WORKSHOP--TEACHING TEXTS & THEIR READERS by Sheridan Blau is not bollix. Not even close. It's a work of philosophy and research, full of wisdom, humor and irony.
I had the pleasure of being in a workshop with Mr. Blau and it gave me my teaching heart back, the inspiration to coach students into better writing in order to be dazzled by their own creativity.
There's tons of books out there for English teachers. Most of them are written by EX-teachers. Researchers. Data junkies. This book is written by someone who's still actively teaching. That alone warrants an examination of this text heavy, yet easily digestible books. October 02 Amazon.com -- enabler of impulse buyingWhat can I tell ya. When it comes to Amazon.com, self-control is some abstract "thing" that happens to others. Here's a few goodies I picked up. I read them, then trade them. If the plot is really, really good, I'll hang on to them for a while. What I'd really like to do is sell them on eBay eventually -- once I figure out how to set that up. Apparently, there are some fees involved.
Hot Spell -- anthology with stories by Lora Leigh, Shiloh Walker, Meljean Brook
-- do I really need to read about it if I already live it? I live in a desert as it is. Don't guess you can make a romantic title with "snow" in it.
Simon Says -- Lori Foster
-- don't nobody tells me to do nuttin I don't wanna do. Except for the hawt! guy with the 8-pack.
Dangerous Lover -- Lisa Marie Rice
-- that remains to be seen. I already have a problem with the cinderella theme of this story and I've only finished 2 chapters.
Harmony's Way -- Lora Leigh
-- a fantastic series, but not every story is created equal. I like series, but this one is out of control -- different series that share characters, 2 different publishers. Sheesh!
Soul Deep -- Lora Leigh
-- part of the same series as Harmony's Way, but a different publisher and a different segment of characters yet still related. I enjoy the challenge of trying to keep up with all these different sets of characters...wait...do I?
Shopping Spree at Barnes & Noble 23 Sept.442 magazine: New season issue Plato & Platypus Walk Into A Bar…~ Understanding Philosophy Through Jokes By Thomas Cathcart & Daniel Klein Love & Blood By Jamie Trekker Rotten English: A Literary Anthology By Dohra Ahmad, ed. The Rough Guide to Blogging By Jonathan Yang The Miracle of Castel di Sangro By Joe McGinniss Dangerous Games By Lora Leigh
October 01 September 07: It was a very good month!Disclaimer: I am an adult so the books I read are for grown-ups. My musings are geared towards other adults unless otherwise stated. That being the case, if you are a child/adolescent/teenager -- call it what you will -- keep in mind that children are not grown-ups and child reasoning is very different from adult reasoning.
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Books Bought:
Alternatives to Grading Student Writing Ed. By Stephen Tchudi Lanterns & Lances By James Thurber JAG: Clean Steel By Robert Tine Tanner’s Scheme By Lora Leigh The War Against Cliché By Martin Amis Heroes: Riley By Lori Foster Books Read
Silk & Steel (my first fanfic) JAG: Clean Steel Alternatives to Grading Student Writing Tanner’s Scheme The War Against Cliché Heroes: Riley
JAG:CLEAN STEELA short novel by Robert Tine based on the CBS television show that ran from 1995-2005.
JAG: Clean Steel is a novelette based on the TV show that I love and cherish, as a part of my San Antonio life and because of the massive, all-consuming crush I had on David James Elliott. I ordered a second copy as they are becoming scarce and therefore, pricey. I have two copies of the other novelette, the first one, simply called JAG: The Novel, also scarce and pricey. Check out eBay. Check out the prices for these insiders-only gems. It’s enough to make one feel like part of an exclusive in-crowd if you have them in your collection. After the final season of JAG is out and there’s no more to be had, there’s a good chance that asking prices for these little paperbacks could become rather exciting.
The plot would make a great 2-parter. Harm, Mac and Bud have to investigate a possible homicide in an Arctic research station manned by Americans and Russians. Like an opera, it starts slow and things build, and by the time you get to the last two chapters, it’s like the last 20 minutes of a soccer game – restless, anxious, impatient, ready to throw caution to the winds and just run, run, run! Pretty exciting stuff. (I know I’m mixing metaphors, but I know which ones to mix and which ones to not, so it’s okay.)
Note to shippers: shipper moments are pretty much non-existent. Harm and Mac in the same room is about as shipper as it gets. Sorry. But the author IS a man. If the story had been written by Lori Foster or Lora Leigh or Angela Knight, it might have been a different story – literally.
My first fanfic based on characters from the WB’s Tarzan which ran for 8 episodes in Oct. & Nov. 2003.
Writing this story is one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done. It was done in pieces over the course of two years, starting with the board meeting scene. One day in the summer of 2004, I was with my mom at her friend’s office. She was doing some work on the computer and I was at loose ends. I had an idea running around my head for a while – a relationship between Richard Clayton’s henchman, Patrick Nash, and Richard’s sister Kathleen. Several other fanfics had put Kathleen together with Sam Sullivan, but that never felt right to me. He was younger, for a start. Also, the way I pictured her character, she couldn’t be with someone who was “just” a detective. She had to be with someone who’d been around the world. Someone beyond a beat cop. Someone who was his own boss. And so Nash started to take shape.
On the show, he was one-dimensional. In my story -- not so much. The entire board meeting scene and subsequent restaurant scene I wrote in one afternoon while my mom was getting her Microsoft Word on. After that, it was work. Hard work. Every scene after that had to follow naturally and logically. “Naturally and logically” is hard slog. It’s like engineering. It’s also exciting and completely absorbing.
Then there’s the dialogue. I have read a lot of romance books where the hero is the only one capable of wit – or something approaching wit. That has changed, thank God, with authors like Sherrilyn Kenyon. Kathleen and Patrick are very intelligent, fast thinkers, decisive. They are also New Yorkers. Fast and sharp with a comeback. Because of their careers, they can spot a phony from a mile off. I loved that they were witty together – with each other. I had to inject some humor into the story so I wouldn’t be bored.
I loved writing this story for them, about them. It took me several months to complete it, and when I read it now, it’s like going through a scrapbook of happy memories, remembering how it felt to write certain scenes, the joy of enthusiastic feedback.
A collection of essays about how to respond to student writing.
What a yawn-fest. I shoulda knowed. Before I talk about the lack of attractive design in this desiccated pile of nerd-speak, let me just say, this book could have been seriously condensed and still kept the main points intact – and easier to find!
I’m reading this to prepare for a workshop I’m going to teach on easing the paper-grading load on English teachers. You have to be an archeologist to dig out and dust off the main ideas of these essays. They are professionally done. They sound very scientific, but that’s not really what the reader needs. If it’s called “Methods”, show me the methods already! Don’t force me to wade through a swamp of dissertation-style rhetoric to get to one sentence that says, “Growth-based assessment is the ideal response to student writing.”
I assume someone who’s experienced in English has written that statement. What the F*&^ does it mean??? Where am I supposed to go with it? Wait! Slog through four more paragraphs that reiterate the idea in even less meaningful language until you get to something along the lines of “NCTE feels that grades should be abolished, but we are pretty sure that will not happen.” WTF??
I’m not done with the book yet. It’s best read as needed, not from cover to cover.
This is one of Lori Foster’s earlier works – from her larval stage. It’s not bad, but after having read several Lora Leigh books, Foster’s story of a ex-SWAT-now-crime-scene investigator comes across as, well…larval. I’m almost to the end of the story and Riley has done almost all of the work – all of the seducing, and the heroine, Regina, just sort of says, “okay” and falls into his arms. Considering how it was written earlier in the decade, it’s very old-fashioned. The man is manly and the woman is very swoony. The characters are written in a vague Rochester/Jane Eyre mold in that he has a secret and she wants to love him, if she can just get him to come to terms with his past.
I like it. It’s a relaxing read. It’s sugary, but it’s a breath of fresh air to see people easing their way into a relationship and having conversations instead of being punched in the face by “the lust that would not be denied” sort of attitude. Think about it. Lust or no lust, most people stumble into relationships. I could grow quite fond of Riley. He always knows just the right things to say to get your attention.
Now that I think about it, MEN should read this book. Don’t let your man read the Lora Leigh books. You’ll have to call in late or sick to work all the time, and you’ll get fired.
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