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Reading (when everything is a) Challenge

Last week I tweeted about how excited I was to smash my 2017 50-book reading challenge on Goodreads, since I was ridiculously proud of my mere 30 in 2016 (recap, and, okay, a bit of justification: 2016 was not a smooth year for me). I WAS excited, I noted, until I’d decided to re-read J.R.R. Tolkien’s THE SILMARILLION and THE LORD OF THE RINGS this year (the latter being my absolute favourite book of all time).

Don’t get me wrong — I’m euphoric about reading these. It’s been several years, and while I try to watch the LOTR trilogy every Christmas, reading the books takes a bit more time. My books-read counter is going to crawl over the coming weeks. Not because I’m a massively slow reader, but because these words must be  s a v o   u   r    e      d.

As Pippin quoted Treebeard:

So I’ve started THE SILMARILLION, this time with a Tolkien dictionary and map beside me (for following all those Valar and Maiar and Quendi around). But it got me thinking.

Reading As Respite — and Motivation

Truth is, in times like these where concentration is hard to come by due to current issues, the best thing to do is dive into what inspires you, and remind yourself of what makes you feel hopeful, and strong, and creative, and motivated, and just plain good. And just as Tolkien described in his beautiful essay, On Fairy Stories, this isn’t about escapism in the negative sense:

I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which “Escape” is now so often used . . . Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he . . . thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls? The world outside has not become less real because the prisoner cannot see it. In using escape in this way the critics have chosen the wrong word, and, what is more, they are confusing, not always by sincere error, the Escape of the Prisoner with the Flight of the Deserter.

And as C.S. Lewis said in OF THIS AND OTHER WORLDS regarding the reader of fantasy: “He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.”

So. Rather than buckling down and sticking to my usually-demanding daily word count (or, when editing, scene tally), I’m giving myself a bit more grace. If my struggle to focus is throwing up brick walls (or walls that look like Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and news outlets…), I need to step back and not beat myself up for it. And in the evening, maybe start my reading a little bit earlier. Rather than staring at a screen and berating myself for sub-par productivity, I’m trying to tell myself it’s okay to just go to words I love, and sit there for awhile.

Granted, I’m not on a deadline other than any I give myself right now…

Why I Write

I love what Tolkien said about his Elves in the preface to THE SILMARILLION:

Their ‘magic’ is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations . . .  And its object is Art not Power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation.

The Elves used their abilities to add beauty to the world, not control it nor become its master.  Tolkien wrote much about writers as sub-creators, made by a creator they’re naturally inclined to wish to imitate. “We make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made.”

But this is WHY I write — with the hope I can also create a world of a story and characters and events that might someday be someone else’s respite, inspiration, or encouragement.

We create to inspire, and we read for inspiration. While my productivity might be a bit lower currently, my well is being filled, and that’s no bad thing. It’s the very thing I need to prepare me for the next set of words, and the next set of days.

I hope you’re filling your well with words that inspire you. <3

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YA Fantasy – what’s in a name?

A fairy-tale castle. Or really, Inveraray Castle, where the Chief of Clan Campbell resides.

So there are eight zillion and one articles and blogs out there about YA fiction and all the vampires, werewolves, zombies, time travellers, wizards, witches, psychics and other assorted what-have-yous that populate the paranormal subgenre. Who do I think I am to write about such a lofty topic?

First off, let me preface this by saying words cannot express how much I love Harry Potter, and JK Rowling, and how grateful I am her books opened the doors for YA fiction to get kids (and adults) reading. But then, nothing’s ever really going to compare to Harry Potter, though that’s a whole other topic!

I was considering the topic this evening after explaining that my WIP is fantasy but not YA fantasy. The MC is a 17-year-old girl, but possibly because I’ve chosen to write in third person, I’m (hopefully) distancing it from her every whiny thought and emotional whiplash. I have nothing against YA fantasy – I encourage it! I love that fantasy is becoming “cooler” than it was when I was a teen or younger, devouring it as fast as I could. And I think so much of YA fiction out there today is trying to speak to kids on their level, with or without the fantastical elements, and this is what hooks a lot of them. That’s wonderful.

But here’s what I don’t get. When I was 12, I was reading BLUE MOON RISING and everything else by the fantasy/sci-fi legend that is Simon R. Green. I was reading every fantasy I could sneak off the massive bookshelf in my older sister’s bedroom, from Anne McCaffrey to Robert Asprin to Piers Anthony to David Eddings. It was just fantasy back then. Not YA fantasy. There was no such thing (that I am aware of!). It was just either fantasy or it wasn’t.

These days, everything has to be broken down into so many subgenres. Which is fine, if you want to target a very specific audience, which is a whole different topic about the publishing industry that I won’t even try to get into. These days some people will read something simply because it has werewolves in it, and they’re in love with Taylor Lautner. Which, again, is fine. I’m not complaining! Anything that gets people reading, and hopefully, thinking critically and imagining without restrictions, is good! But what I want to understand is . . . (don’t shoot me) is the YA fantasy market turning fantasy itself into a sort of joke? Maybe it’s the nerdy kid in me who loved that not everyone jumped on the bandwagon of books about magic and computer games about dragons. I admit fully that could be the case. But nowadays, jokes about Twilight and vampires and werewolves are a dime a dozen, and always make me cringe. I’m not talking about Twilight here. I’m talking about the reasoning behind people comparing every fantasy book that YAs read with Twilight. That if it’s got werewolves in it, it must be because of the rippling abs and who’ll play which character in the next film adaptation of the next YA fantasy blockbuster.

I know there is some incredibly clever, well-developed YA fantasy writing out there. I’ve read some of it. But my question is, why has it even become “YA fantasy”? Why can’t it just simply be fantasy, and if it holds water within the construct of its own created world, then it’s well done, and will find an audience with any age group? I know, I know, the answer is because there’s a market, and money to be made, and pretty, shiny covers to be photographed and designed, and films to be produced, and stars to be born.

To be honest, I’m not sure I would’ve dug fantasy as a teen that was aimed specifically at my age group. I think that’s partly why Ms. Rowling is such a huge success – while she was writing for kids, and kids who would grow up alongside Harry, she didn’t write down to them. She included the emotional roller coasters they go through, but she filled the books progressively with heavier and heavier themes that adults could just as easily relate to. And take The Hunger Games. While I don’t think that series is perfect, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and didn’t feel it talked down to the reader.

And the writer I most admire, Tolkien, talks at length about why he was not writing specifically for children in his essay On Fairy Stories (incidentally, on which much of my final year degree dissertation was based, and therefore I could go on for donkey’s years about it but I will try to keep it short). As a side note, if you’re a fantasy writer or reader and haven’t read his essay, do yourself a favour 🙂

The association of children and fairy-stories is an accident of our domestic history. Fairy-stories have in the modern lettered world been relegated to the “nursery,” as shabby or old-fashioned furniture is relegated to the play-room, primarily because the adults do not want it, and do not mind if it is misused . . .

. . . in my opinion fairy-stories should not be specially associated with children. They are associated with them . . . unnaturally, because of erroneous sentiment about children, a sentiment that seems to increase with the decline in children . . .

It is true that the age of childhood-sentiment has produced some delightful books (especially charming, however, to adults) of the fairy kind or near to it; but it has also produced a dreadful undergrowth of stories written or adapted to what was or is conceived to be the measure of children’s minds and needs.

I think Tolkien was well ahead of his time, particularly with that last statement. I’ve read too many books on the “YA fantasy” shelf (or even just YA) that seem to dumb down the writing, something Ms. Rowling never once did IMO. The writers of these books have a preconceived notion of “the measure of children’s minds and needs” and then proceed to write towards that level. If instead they wrote for anyone who wanted to enter into another realm and understand things from the point of view of someone eating, drinking, living, and having adventures within that other world, then I think they would find an audience of adults, young adults, and children alike.

I’ve stepped down from the soapbox. I hope this post hasn’t offended because I love a LOT of YA fantasy out there, and think there are so many more opportunities these days for authors to find niches in subgenres and with imaginative worlds that wouldn’t have been populating the shelves 10 and 20 years ago. I think it’s all fascinating, and am putting absolutely none of it down. I just felt like having a little compare and contrast moment with the fantasy books of today, and those of my youth (maybe because I’m about to have another birthday, and am wishing I was back in my youth 😉

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As an addendum, while I was reading around the topic earlier, I Googled “what makes YA fantasy YA” (a stupid search I now realise, but it was the first thing my fingers tapped out). I’ve been sleeping about 4 hours per night for a week, so I’m at that point of hilarity on just about any topic and this pushed me over the edge. See below.

(This is the point at which a serious post dissolves into an utterly ridiculous one).

Guess you had to be there. With that, I bid you goodnight 😉


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