Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
9/09/2014
Non-Performance Art, Centenarian Books, and the Survivors of 1914
Over on tor.com, there's a post about the Future Library "art project". Scottish artist Katie Paterson plans to 1) plant 1,000 trees in Oslo, Norway, then 2) commission 100 stories from 100 writers, one per year over the next century, and not publish them until 3) in the year 2114, harvest those 1,000 trees and turn them into paper on which to finally print the 100 stories. Margaret Atwood has signed on to write the first story.
I suggested in comments that this could be considered "non-performance art".
I figure that if I want to think about having to wait years and years and years to see a story published, I can get pretty much the same feeling just by looking at the submission-tracking spreadsheet for my own fiction. So I have a hard time taking Ms. Paterson's idea seriously.
I can't help wondering, considering the "Scottish artist" label, whether this might be yet another Scottish invention -- like golf, bagpipes, and haggis -- meant to cement Scotland's reputation as the world's greatest and most evil practical jokers.
Other commenters raised the question of whether writers of 2014 would still have a viable reputation after a century's passage of time. Commenter StrongDreams suggested comparing popular writers of a century ago, from 1914, to see how many have survived the passage of time and would still be considered publication-worthy.
That sounded like a good idea. Googling ensued.
via Wikipedia, bestsellers of 1914:
The Eyes of the World by Harold Bell Wright
Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter
The Inside of the Cup by Winston Churchill
The Salamander by Owen Johnson
The Fortunate Youth by William J. Locke
T. Tembarom by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Penrod by Booth Tarkington
Diane of the Green Van by Leona Dalrymple
The Devil's Garden by W. B. Maxwell
The Prince of Graustark by George Barr McCutcheon
Most of these writers would be unrecognized by much of today's audience, and even the recognizable names aren't represented here by their best work, with the possible exception of Tarkington's Penrod.
Blogger Linda Aragoni has recently reviewed all the 1914 bestsellers on her Great Penformances blog, a site dedicated to reviewing vintage books..
More pertinent might be this list from Goodreads for the 200 "Most Popular Books From 1914". The selection criteria is how many people have added a 1914 title to Goodreads, ranging from over 100,000 for James Joyce' Dubliners, to 23 for The Auxilia of the Roman Imperial Army by George Leonard Cheesman. (The Goodreads list mixes fiction and non-fiction.)
Writers familiar to the SF/F/H community on the Goodreads list include Frank L. Baum, Algernon Blackwood, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Lord Dunsany, George Allan England, H. Rider Haggard, Franz Kafka, Arthur Machen, A.A. Milne, Sax Rohmer, Bram Stoker, and H.G. Wells. A lot of that familiarity is because of their historical importance; stylistically, I suspect most wouldn't be able to sell original fiction in today's world.
I don't really see much point in the Future Library project. Whatever Atwood writes will probably be better appreciated and more widely read if published today than by seeing print, finally, a hundred years in the future. The same applies, to a decreasing degree, to future writers commissioned for the project. Only the last, oh, dozen or so writers contributing to the project, from about 2099 on, will be writing in a style and about a society that won't be considered antiquated, quaint or obsolete by 2114. It strikes me as a "stunt" project, not a literary project.
1/23/2014
Slow Words: A Not-So-Sweet Non-Romance
C.S. (Susanne) Lakin has written a number of novels from her heart; none of them have been particularly successful or renumerative. She got tired of, especially, that latter part. So she researched what genres and subgenres sold especially well among self-published books, and found that "Sweet Historical Western Romance" had a reliable buying audience even without labor-intensive or expensive marketing and promotion. ("Sweet" is a euphemism for "No Sex" in this context.) She'd never read or written in that genre before. She found books by one of the most popular authors in that subgenre, "deconstructed" one of those novels, and used what she learned to write her own, COLORADO PROMISE (published as by "Charlene Whitman"). That book has been making fairly steady earnings since its publication.
Lakin went on to write an article about that experience, and the article was published recently on Joel Friedlander's The Book Designer blog. Another version of that article appeared on writer Barbara Rogan's blog. Both got a lot of appreciative comments.
A-a-a-nd... some not so appreciative comments. Including several from Debra Holland, the author of WILD MONTANA SKY, the novel Lakin deconstructed. Apparently, there was some degree of contact between Lakin and Holland before Lakin began writing her own SHR novel. Exactly how much seems a little uncertain, and it also seems a little uncertain how clear Lakin was about the process she was using to try and emulate Holland's success.
Holland's first comment, on the Book Designer blog, was very -- very -- politely phrased, but with a clear undercurrent of some annoyance. A later comment, on Rogan's blog, was rather more forceful about Holland feeling, umm, under-informed about exactly what Lakin had planned to do. Lakin chimed in with her own replies, also growing increasingly testy. Various commenters, both defending and criticizing Lakin, have added to the discussion.
As Internet arguments go, so far it's actually been pretty mild. If I was trying to make a video version, it would be filled with eyerolls, significant glances and glares, haughty chins, impertinent sniffs and long sighs, ending with simultaneous flounces by everyone involved. More like something out of a Georgette Heyer novel, rather than, say, John Ringo.
(The John Ringo version would have bullets, blood, and things that go *BOOM*.)
A few points in response to the whole situation:
I wish Lakin wouldn't use the term "deconstruction" for the process she used to study the SHR genre and Holland's particular novel. "Deconstruction" has an established meaning in academic Literary Theory. For a bumper-sticker version, Deconstruction tries to find the meaning behind the meaning in literature (or, more exactly, the contradictions in meaning) (or, ultimately, the impossibility of a clearly defined meaning). A fairly plain-English explanation of the theory can be found on this webpage from Bedford St. Martin's. A more jargon-ridden definition can be found here on Wikipedia. (Deconstruction Theorists tend to use dense, complex, jargon-heavy writing when writing about deconstruction itself. Critics sometimes speculate this is to disguise the fact that Deconstruction Theory has no clothes.)
What Lakin seems to have done with WILD MONTANA SKY is what I'd call a "breakdown" of Holland's novel into its essential structure. This is not the same as copying or plagiarizing, but it seems to be more than "influenced by" or "in the style of". As an example, both books open with the first chapter from the female protagonist's view, and the second chapter from the male protagonist's. In both books, the female protagonist is an Easterner for whom unexpected circumstances compel a move out West, where she's a fish-out-of-water. And, as the genre requires, both books are set in a historical period in the Western United States and involve a romance. So the books are similar in overall plot and character progression, but not identical.
(I'm basing these comparisons on the "Look Inside!" excerpts available on Amazon.)
Larkin's actual process in breaking down Holland's book is a little vague at this point. I'll have a bit more to say about that further below.
But "deconstruct" is definitely not the term she should use for that process. It conflicts, badly, with a long-established meaning. (Also, the word "deconstruction" raises, in a lot of people's minds, the image of Artsy-Fartsy Hoity-Toity Ivy-Tower Academic Snobs; it's not a "positive" word by any means.) It makes my fingers go *twitch* and try to reach for a red pencil when Lakin misuses the word like that.
A number of other words might possibly be used to better effect. How about "evaluate", or "study", or "modeling", or "analyze"? (I think that last one may be particularly appropriate.) Or, if you want to go a little more metaphorical, you might describe such an analysis as "How To X-Ray A Book -- Discovering The Anatomy Of A Novel".
Studying other people's books as education and/or guidance in writing your own is a long-standing tradition. There was some well-known writer -- Roger Zelazny, perhaps? -- who, when starting his writing career, re-typed some of Theodore Sturgeon's stories to gain a better understanding of the choices Sturgeon made in plot and character and words.
"Formulas" and "Master Plots" have also been around a long time. Lester Dent, who wrote many of the Doc Savage pulp-magazine stories under the Kenneth Robeson housename, used his own Secret Master Plot to turn out reliably-written adventure stories. David Eddings had a checklist of elements to include in his fantasy novels. When I was trying to sell movie scripts back in the 1990's, there were screenwriting how-to books that advocated, variously, a 3-part, 7-part, 12-part, and 21-part structure to screenplays. So there's nothing intrinsically wrong with Lakin taking apart Holland's book and trying to write something similar or even with the same underlying anatomy.
But there are two aspects of this contretemps that leave me a little uneasy:
I think Lakin probably didn't give herself enough time to consider all the aspects of her project. In particular, she didn't give enough thought to Debra Holland's end of the experiment. Holland seems to have had only a vague idea of what Lakin intended to do with WILD MONTANA SKY. One of the specific complaints that came up was that Lakin had asked Holland for the name and contact info of the cover artist for Holland's books; when the artist was contacted, Lakin reportedly claimed to be a friend of Holland's and told the artist Holland would be just fine with it if Lakin's bookcover resembled Holland's covers. (Images below) Other people have been uncomfortable that in Lakin's original articles, mention of Holland's name and book-title were left out.
It's a matter of courtesy, and openness, and professionalism. If you're going to model the structure of your book on that of a specific book by a specific author, it behooves you to show that author more than a widow's-mite of respect. I think Lakin was deficient on this point. It's pretty clear that Holland certainly feels she was treated unprofessionally and with a lack of respect.(The easy lesson here may be that, if you're going to model your work on another writer's example, pick a dead writer.)
Lakin is one of those writers who push heavily for writing quickly and publishing lots. (She has a blog for writing advice, and critiques manuscripts in addition to her own fiction.) Some writers do well with that sort of regimen. (I'm not one of them, as my Slow Words Manifesto makes clear.) I think in this case that attitude, that rush to publish, may have come back to bite her in the butt. She'd have been better served to have sat back, taken a deep breath, and taken more time to think about her experiment and its possible ramifications and consequences.The other thing I'm uneasy about is that Lakin's experiment comes across as, well, kinda cynical and mercenary. And not just because, hey, she wanted to write something that would sell better than the fantasy books she'd put her heart into and actually, you know, bring in a respectable income. Even if said something was in a niche genre of which she was, at first, almost completely ignorant.
But what makes me most uneasy, what comes across as even more cynical and mercenary, is that Lakin has said, based on the success of her experiment, she's going to be publishing a "how-to" book, explaining to others how they too can find a suitably well-selling subgenre, "deconstruct" (*twitch*) a novel from that niche, and use it as the basis for their own work.
And she's going to base this how-to book on... one sample? On the sales success of one book? That's... bad science. One sample isn't even a statistic; it's just a datum. A successful experiment is one that's repeatable. Lakin should repeat her experiment with several books, or half a dozen, before she writes such a how-to book. As currently conceived, the testing of Lakin's experiment will be done by the people who buy her how-to book. That's worse science, and bad how-to writing.
I'll be a bit blunt here: Ms. Lakin, if you really publish such a one-sample how-to book, I will feel embarassed for you.
And if Lakin does publish such a how-to book, I certainly hope she'll take the time and thought to put in a chapter dealing with the issues of openness and professionalism that have come up since her articles were published.
4/01/2013
Ern Malley and the Mithradatum of Arrogance
It's April Fool's Day. Generally not an occasion I enjoy; I was the butt of too many "jokes" as a kid to appreciate them as an adult. Also, it's confusing, because on some websites, like BOING BOING or TALKING POINTS MEMO, it can be hard to tell which posts are meant to be real and which the April Fool' hoax.
But here's an old hoax that I find rather appealing, because both hoaxed and hoaxers ended up hoist by their own petard: Ern Malley, Australian Poet
Back in Australian poetry circles of 1944, there was a bit of antagonism between the traditionalist poets, using established formats and tropes, and the modernists, using symbolism and new styles like blank verse and free verse.
The leading figure among the modernists was a charismatic and brilliant fellow named Max Harris, who published a literary magazine, ANGRY PENGUINS, where modernist work and studies were presented. Besides being well-liked and well-regarded, he was also a handsome fellow and popular with the ladies. Whether that latter had anything to do with the friction between Harris and the traditionalist circles, I can't say, but it probably didn't help.
Two Australian traditionalist poets, James McAuley and Harold Stewart, came up with an idea to discredit the modernist school of poetry and humiliate Harris at the same time. They wrote a set of sixteen poems, aping the modernist style, using what they considered the worst aspects of modernism. They wrote, in their eyes, bad poems in a bad school of poetry.
They then created Ern Malley, unknown poet, dead poet, as the author of the poems, dead of Grave's Disease at a tragically young age, leaving only the sixteen poems as his legacy. An equally imaginary sister, "Esther Malley", sent the poems to Harris, asking for an evaluation.
Harris published the poems in ANGRY PENGUINS, hailing the discovery of an accomplished (and tragically dead) new poet.
Then the truth came out. And it was, indeed, embarassing and humiliating to Harris, that he'd been successfully fooled by two hoaxers.
Except... Harris stood by his judgment of the "Ern Malley" poems, insisting that they were worthwhile and meritorious, regardless of the true circumstances of their origin.
And... over the years, time has proven him right. The Ern Malley poems have been reprinted numerous times, been the subject of critical studies, and inspired paintings and other art. Whereas the traditionalist poetry written by Malley's creators has faded and vanished into the trashbin of history; they're remembered only for the merits of the poetry they wrote as "bad examples" of a poetry school they despised.
Max Harris went on past the embarassment of being hoaxed, becoming firmly established as one of Australia's distinguished men of letters before his death in 1995.
Well, except for the obscenity trial. Because the Malley poems contained a number of "sexual references", Harris, as the publisher of the poems, was brought to court on obscenity charges. This was the bizarre icing on the hoax cake. It's hard to believe that an obscenity charge could be seriously made even in the more Puritanical era of 1944. From ernmalley.com, a description of one of the prosecution's arguments:
After the jump, I'll provide samples of both Ern Malley's and Max Harris' poetry. Before that, though, a little craft project from cordit.org.au:
But here's an old hoax that I find rather appealing, because both hoaxed and hoaxers ended up hoist by their own petard: Ern Malley, Australian Poet
Back in Australian poetry circles of 1944, there was a bit of antagonism between the traditionalist poets, using established formats and tropes, and the modernists, using symbolism and new styles like blank verse and free verse.
The leading figure among the modernists was a charismatic and brilliant fellow named Max Harris, who published a literary magazine, ANGRY PENGUINS, where modernist work and studies were presented. Besides being well-liked and well-regarded, he was also a handsome fellow and popular with the ladies. Whether that latter had anything to do with the friction between Harris and the traditionalist circles, I can't say, but it probably didn't help.
Two Australian traditionalist poets, James McAuley and Harold Stewart, came up with an idea to discredit the modernist school of poetry and humiliate Harris at the same time. They wrote a set of sixteen poems, aping the modernist style, using what they considered the worst aspects of modernism. They wrote, in their eyes, bad poems in a bad school of poetry.
They then created Ern Malley, unknown poet, dead poet, as the author of the poems, dead of Grave's Disease at a tragically young age, leaving only the sixteen poems as his legacy. An equally imaginary sister, "Esther Malley", sent the poems to Harris, asking for an evaluation.
Harris published the poems in ANGRY PENGUINS, hailing the discovery of an accomplished (and tragically dead) new poet.
Then the truth came out. And it was, indeed, embarassing and humiliating to Harris, that he'd been successfully fooled by two hoaxers.
Except... Harris stood by his judgment of the "Ern Malley" poems, insisting that they were worthwhile and meritorious, regardless of the true circumstances of their origin.
And... over the years, time has proven him right. The Ern Malley poems have been reprinted numerous times, been the subject of critical studies, and inspired paintings and other art. Whereas the traditionalist poetry written by Malley's creators has faded and vanished into the trashbin of history; they're remembered only for the merits of the poetry they wrote as "bad examples" of a poetry school they despised.
Max Harris went on past the embarassment of being hoaxed, becoming firmly established as one of Australia's distinguished men of letters before his death in 1995.
Well, except for the obscenity trial. Because the Malley poems contained a number of "sexual references", Harris, as the publisher of the poems, was brought to court on obscenity charges. This was the bizarre icing on the hoax cake. It's hard to believe that an obscenity charge could be seriously made even in the more Puritanical era of 1944. From ernmalley.com, a description of one of the prosecution's arguments:
Detective Vogelesang, for the prosecution, insisted that Night Piece was obscene because: "Apparently someone is shining a torch in the dark, visiting through the park gates. To my mind they were going there for some disapproved motive ... I have found that people who go into parks at night go there for immoral purposes".Even in 1940, that sounds like it would have been a stretch. Reading that claim today, the pertinent words would be more along the lines of "mentally deranged". Nonetheless, Harris was found guilty, although with a fairly light penalty, a five pound fine in lieu of six weeks in jail.
After the jump, I'll provide samples of both Ern Malley's and Max Harris' poetry. Before that, though, a little craft project from cordit.org.au:
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