tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17537286700897272642024-03-13T21:17:56.559-04:00Historical Mayhem, Inc.Entertaining Visions of Past Realities since 1970Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-4448106573147953142011-09-18T16:24:00.002-04:002011-09-18T16:59:57.888-04:00The Art of the Query, and the Baseball InterviewBear with me. I'll admit it's a tenuous link, but I'm going somewhere with this.<br />
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Have you ever seen a post-game interview of a baseball player? Well, then you've seen them all. Baseball is a humbling game: roughly two at-bats in three are doomed to failure, and for most teams a season with one more wins than losses is a pretty good year of baseball. And so a ballplayer with a microphone in his face rarely brags. For one thing even the best player in the league has a good chance of going 0-4 the next day. For another, pitchers have been known to throw 95 mph heaters at a batter's head for the crime of rounding the bases a little too slowly after a home run. <br />
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This practice, enforced by generations of tradition and the very real possibility of a skull fracture, results in baseball having the most boring interviews in all of professional sport. Even compared to golf. When a ballplayer has just hit a clutch grand slam to win the game single-handed, you won't be able to tell it from the post-game interview. If you haven't seen the game, you might think that all the guy did was show up and sort the bats in the dugout.<br />
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What does all this have to do with writing? Well, an author sending queries to an agent is in good shape if he's getting requests on one in ten. Three requests for manuscripts in ten queries is outstanding... four? That's Ted Williams numbers, or maybe Walter Mosley. Same when agents sub to editors, and editors go to the public and hope for a commercial success.<br />
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And so, an author writing queries could take some advice from the art of the baseball interview. Watch enough of them and you'll hear all the following phrases:<br />
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<b>"I didn't try to do too much, just put the bat on the ball, get on base." </b> Even the best home run hitters don'tt usually go to the plate swinging for one. If so, he's likely to strike out. Hitting is a Zen art: as Yogi Berra famously said, 90% of it is half mental. A good hitter knows his job isn't (usually) to win the game with one swing. It's to not make an out. <br />
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Remember the purpose of the query: it's to show an agent what your book is about and demonstrate that you're a skilled enough writer that reading it wouldn't be a waste of time. It's not to convince the agent that your book has every possible feature of character, relevance, plot, book-club potential, sparkly movie spinoff, that you, the author are a great person and a generous lover--no. A successful query gets the agent to request your manuscript. It gets you on base. Don't do anything stupid to get picked off, and you might score.<br />
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<b>"I just wanted to help out the team."</b> There's a reason the author only gets 7% of the book price as a royalty: though nothing could happen without an author, 93% of the labor of making a book belongs to other people. Agent, editors, printers, publicity, the risk the publisher is taking on, and all that boring spreadsheet stuff that happens so the creator can create and make a living.<br />
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<b>"I tip my cap to him...that's the way you play the game." </b> Even if it weren't for the aforementioned tradition of the disciplinary beanball, I think most players would follow the unwritten rules of the game. Again, it is a humbling game, and one does not tempt the fates lightly. You don't steal bases when you're winning by 10 runs. You say hello to the first baseman when you get on, ask him about his kids. If you're tagging a base, you put your foot on the side of the bag so the runner can step on it and no one gets hurt.<br />
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Know and follow the agent's guidelines. Spell his or her name right. For the love of George Sand, know whether it's a him or a her. Attach what the agent requested: no more, no less, no different. No one cares at this point if you're the greatest to put three words together since 'In The Beginning' -- you are writing a business letter to a potential business partner, and who wants a difficult partner?<br />
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<b>"It's a long season" </b> No single baseball game really matters, it's how you finish after playing 162 of them. You can even lose three games of the World Series and come away champions. It can take a few years to write a novel, a few months to query it, a year to edit it again, more querying, then a month to pick an agent, months for that agent to pitch and sell it, and a year from then to get into print. It's a long season. Don't get excited too much about today.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-27188295177330528652011-08-14T11:52:00.001-04:002011-08-14T11:53:10.589-04:00Jewish Law Questions I Will Not Be Asking The RabbiIn writing my novel <a href="http://www.saintmarksbody.com/">Saint Mark's Body</a> I've taken advantage of the helpful <i>rabbanim </i>at <a href="http://www.askmoses.com/">www.askmoses.com</a> for certain thorny questions on Jewish law. They're kind, they work 24/6 (think about it), and they don't mind giving free opinions to Episcopalian deists.<br />
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(1) If an unmarried Jewish woman in the 9th century AD immerses herself naked in the Mediterranean, does it count as a mikveh? (ritual purification)-- <i>Yes, it's a natural body of water and therefore pure.</i> <i>But why does she need a mikveh if she's unmarried?</i><br />
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(2) Does it still count if her Gentile boyfriend watches? -- <i>Probably no. Where's this going, young man?</i><br />
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(3) How about if he jumps in after her? -- <i>Wait a minute, I dropped my bagel. </i><br />
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(4) OK, but then does it count as foreplay? -- <i>Oy.</i><br />
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Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-50835965598497629532011-05-24T21:20:00.000-04:002011-05-24T21:20:24.279-04:00Kindle Is a Surprisingly Good Book Editing ToolWhere have I been? Mostly finishing off the book known alternately as The French Mummy Project, <i>Les Maudites</i>, and That ?!!@# Novel I Need to Finish. I'm proud to say I typed "LE FIN" to the first draft last week.<br />
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This means I can now switch to my other work in progress, the adventure <i>Saint Mark's Body</i>. A few months back I sent it to <a href="http://www.writersworkshop.co.uk/index.asp">Writer's Workshop</a> for a look, and they gave it to editor Emma Darwin (who, by the way, has her own blog called <a href="http://emmadarwin.typepad.com/">This Itch of Writing</a> and you should follow it). I got some very helpful edits back, just a few weeks before finishing That Other Book, and am now working through those.<br />
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In this I have an unexpected ally: my Kindle. A while ago I ported <i>Saint Mark's Body</i> to the device, part so I could read it and...I admit...part so the Kindle could read it to me. (It's nice sometimes to hear another voice read your book aloud, even if that voice is nonhuman and has no tonality or cadence.) And so I began the editing process by re-reading <i>Saint Mark's Body</i>. I needed to re-establish my voice for that book; ninth century Venetians talk quite differently from a 19th century Frenchman writing his memoir in English. Also I had to shift gears back from first to third person.<br />
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But no author is capable of reading his work without making changes. In my case, I've written another book since I last looked at <i>Saint Mark's Body</i>, so I've learned a bit and I am making a lot of them. <br />
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And here's where I find that Kindle Is a Surprisingly Good book Editing Tool. No, I can't make changes in the text--even if the software allowed it the keyboard is impossible. At this stage in the editing I don't want to do that anyway. I want to read it through and simply mark the spots to change later. So I'm making liberal use of the Highlights and Notes features. Most of the time I simply highlight a section and know I need to delete or change it later, and the change is obvious enough I'm pretty sure I'll know what to do. If not, I can type a note on the keyboard and it will stay embedded in the text. All Highlights and Notes are indexed and will be easy to go through quickly when I'm done--then with Kindle next to PC I can make all the changes I highlighted, along with the editorial suggestions from Writer's Workshop. <br />
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Using Kindle instead of PC at this stage has a couple of big advantage. First of course is portability--Kindle goes anywhere. I can edit lying down in bed, I don't have to deal with a PC or reams of paper. Second, at this stage I don't want to be changing the text--just making the note and moving on--and that's all Kindle lets me do.<br />
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And, if I get really down, I can turn on the reader and listen to that sweet, robot voice read my book.<br />
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Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-11702913134823046752011-01-29T11:36:00.001-05:002011-01-29T14:32:21.271-05:00Some Days, It's Just One WordTruly, the things a historical novelist has to go through.<br />
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I have a character who needs to get from one part of Paris to the next. My map of Paris circa 1800 shows that these points are separated by a few kilometers. And so he can't go on foot--he'll have to hire a taxi.<br />
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And what does one call a 'taxi' in 1804?<br />
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One recourse is to simply call it by its modern name, so that the modern reader will understand completely. This is often done in historical novels and the reader understands that the work he is reading about, say, the siege of Troy is effectively 'in translation' anyway because all the people in it should be speaking ancient Greek.<br />
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But in my case, the setting is 1804 and my French narrator is writing down the events in 1816 or so, in English (Monsieur le Docteur has his reasons). And so I seek Just The Right Word.<br />
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Fortunately I have near at hand a novel written about 1830 by Balzac, the delightful <i>Colonel Chabert</i>. Ah! <i>le colonel</i> hires a vehicle, which Balzac's translator calls a 'hackney cab'. That sounds oldey-timey, right?<br />
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Maybe not. A few minutes on Wikipedia calls all that into question. 'Hackney' refers specifically to an English conveyance, and 'cab' is of course short for 'cabriolet'. Would a Frenchman in 1816, despite his fluency <i>en Anglais</i>, use that word? <br />
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On we go to www.wikipedia.fr, <i>ou je cherche sur le mot 'hackney'</i>... and i find that to the French mind, the 'Hackney-cab' is imported to Paris in about 1830. Not old enough for the good <i>docteur</i>.<br />
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And now we return to Balzac. What word did he use, which the translator transformed to 'hackney-cab'? <i>Je cherche encore une fois</i> <i>le 'web' en français</i>, and I find a public domain copy of <i>Le Colonel Chabert</i>. It's only in .prc format, which my PC can't read, but I do have a Kindle! I plug it in as a USB device, transfer the file, open it up, and the word is...<br />
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<i>Cabriolet</i>. Of course. And thus, le Docteur will spend his last sous to hire a cabriolet that takes him across Paris to call on Madame.<br />
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The average historical novel has over a hundred thousand words. But some days, it's just one of them that matters.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-77505864307883927492010-11-25T08:47:00.000-05:002010-11-25T08:47:38.914-05:00Fourriers, Grognards, and Dolmans -- Alors!My current novel-in-progress begins in 1799 and follows Napoleon's Grande Armeé from Egypt to Austria, Russia and beyond. I've put together a plot and characters, that was the easy part. So was writing the first thirty thousand words or so. Now I'm catching up on my period research, especially making sure I have military formations, uniforms, and tactics correct for the battle scenes that come later.<br />
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What did I get myself into?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_Kocfk7m_Ea26Xiw1zbLz3Nr3Zf7oHs0DfrVggA39p2MZy4tzlde-_SOB5HdVlvzu4Vc7nLaLN6iishJXA8LTXfgoKzFREztadu25vcDeoIQOkeIm0dkz62TV89SndXGVAQujQ37qblh/s1600/saintmichel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_Kocfk7m_Ea26Xiw1zbLz3Nr3Zf7oHs0DfrVggA39p2MZy4tzlde-_SOB5HdVlvzu4Vc7nLaLN6iishJXA8LTXfgoKzFREztadu25vcDeoIQOkeIm0dkz62TV89SndXGVAQujQ37qblh/s320/saintmichel.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Fig. 1: Yes, he fought in that getup.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's bewildering. First off there's the ranks. In the French army a <i>brigadier </i>did not command a brigade--he was a corporal in a cavalry troop. Similarly one must not confuse a <i>maréchal des logis </i>-- supply sergeant -- with a Marshal of the Empire.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And speaking of marshals, mon général Grouchy would appreciate it if everyone would pronounce his name correctly and stop intimating that he wears green fur and lives in a garbage can.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But I wouldn't doubt that somewhere, somewhen, there was a regiment of hussars, or chasseurs-à-pied, or mameluke lancers clad in green fur of exactly Oscar's hue. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">These guys wore <i>anything </i>-- especially the cavalry. No two hussar regiments had the same uniform. And the hats! You've got shakos, busbies, cocked hats, square-topped Polish headgear I can't remember the name of right now... Napoleon's big bicorne seems rather staid when you line him up against a regiment of grenadiers with two foot of bearskin bonnet per man.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">How did they fight in all that kit? I've been reading personal accounts of Napoleon's soldiers and not one has mentioned a man being killed because of the ridiculous outfit he had to fight in. But there are several accounts of men being shot through the hat and being unharmed. One tells of a man who lost his hat in a cavalry action but was able to get it back from the enemy for a small 'ransom' the next day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">An excellent and comprehensive reference is <i>Swords Around a Throne</i> by American officer John R. Elting. He provides uniform guides and in-depth looks at each branch of service. I'm also reading diaries of a couple of Imperial Guard infantrymen and a cavalryman named Marbot who rose from the ranks to command a regiment of chasseurs at Waterloo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My biggest surprise so far? The number of horses involved. The poor animals are much less durable than men, and it was easy to wear them out. Officers had several and used them in rotation... or ride each into the ground in turn. Many regiments had no idea how to care for their horses, and got them killed by letting them graze too freely (or not enough). Some soldiers knew what they were doing, but not the French... a Polish lancer regiment came back from Russia with two hundred horses out of a thousand while many French cavalry managed only to save a few mounts for their officers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next up, I need to get a better idea about contemporary life in civilian France at that time. Unfortunately the bulk of novels in English from that time are set in, well, England. And I will do a lot of things for my craft but I'm not reading a raft of crappy Regency romances. So next on my plate is to learn enough French to read Balzac (although his novels are set after the wars), Paul Adam and Emile Zola... I've already been plowing through the daily Paris newspapers of the period, helpfully scanned and available online at gallica.fr.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next, I think I'll write something set in the modern era. In Schenectady. It worked for Vonnegut!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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No one knew how to checkmate.<br />
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I saw a trash talking kid with two queens fail to win against a nice little girl reduced to only her king. He just kept giving check, over and over again, until he blundered into a stalemate. It happened over and over again. It was excruciating, especially since it was a competition and I couldn't give any hints.<br />
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I suppose it's as true of chess as it is for anything else: turning a <i>winning position</i> into an <i>actual win</i> is an art in itself.<br />
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It's not enough to write a book that should be published: there's a long road from there to getting published. It's not enough to deserve a job: you have to actually go and get it. How many armies (and, more importantly, sports teams) have all the advantages, but lose because they don't know how to use them?<br />
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And so I spent the rest of that weekend teaching my son to win. First, with a queen and king against my king. Next with two rooks. Then a simulated game, me with a king and eight pawns versus his whole side.<br />
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OK, I might have been a little harsh. I might have even, once or twice, said "Wrong! Again!" in a credible imitation of Leopold Mozart at his worst. But he started to get it. He learned how to cut off the board, drive the king into the corner, and <i>win</i>.<br />
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The best part was his sister's chanting: "Checkmate Daddy! Checkmate Daddy!"<br />
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And despite my channeling a Prussian drillmaster, he kept wanting to try. All last week, he's been as likely to want to play chess as Lego Batman Wii when I come home from work. It's the taste of victory. Who wants to move pieces around a board once you know you can win?<br />
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I can't wait for the next tournament. He's going to murder those little punks... and, uh, learn very important lessons about perseverance and sportsmanship. Or something.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-3711067315620529292010-10-04T21:18:00.000-04:002010-10-04T21:18:55.826-04:00Happy. Query. Fun. Time.A terrifying thing happened to me about a month ago: I got some great advice and I acted on it. The result was a major revision of my historical novel, Saint Mark's Body, followed by what we aspiring authors refer to as Query Hell. This is the process of getting an agent who can get you a publisher, and it's no fun. Until you get that great agent, and then it's all worth it. Sort of like being a Red Sox Fan starting in 1919, and hoping you live to see 2004.<br />
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I've sent off the first several batches and hope to get back to blogging, and actual writing of new fiction, very soon.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-1775221944346144422010-08-31T23:15:00.001-04:002010-08-31T23:17:51.363-04:00Ask Mayhem: The First Person FightI got several good questions after my <a href="http://historicalmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-take-your-questions-now.html">open invitation</a>, but this one is tough enough that it's all I can answer this week:<br />
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<blockquote>Dear Mr. Mayhem: How should a fight scene differ in pace and focus if told from the POV of someone in the fight vs. someone only watching? -- Jessica</blockquote><br />
Fantastic question. The easy and most general answer is that the pacing of the fight doesn't change, but the <i>perception </i>of the fight and therefore the way it goes on the page does. It's a bit difficult for your narrator to remember who jabbed and who feinted when he's dealing with this at the same time:<br />
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Readers will recall a previous post on <a href="http://historicalmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/06/writing-fight-pacing.html">how to pace a fight</a>: the basics are to understand that a fight has a rhythm, like music. A good writer will vary the rhythm of the fight and control fast and slow parts to evoke the feelings he wants in the reader's mind.<br />
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This is a tough question for me as a fight choreographer, because in that line of work all fights are in third person: the point of view of the audience. So when I approach it as a choreographer turned writer my natural inclination is to think of the whole fight in third and then put myself in the position of my first person narrator. This is where things get interesting.<br />
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We all know the basics of Point of View (POV): first person shows us everything that the narrator sees and feels, and only that. Whether writing in first person present or past, this means that something as rawly primal as a fight should have a feel of <i>immediacy</i>. If the narrator is recounting the story of his fight with dispassion, you may as well be writing in third with a change of pronoun.<br />
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So in that immediate first, the author has to consider what parts of the action the character will miss because he has other things going on. You can't do this:<br />
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<blockquote>Bob hit me in the back of the head with the tire iron, and right away I couldn't see anything but bright flashes. All I heard was the ringing in my ears. Then he pulled out a six inch kitchen knife and started honing it on the steel. </blockquote>Right? Our narrator can't tell you what's happening after a significant injury. Everything he sees and hears comes through the filter of more immediate sensations. For example, you might have him describe the first blow he receives, but after that he might only know that he's being rocked around like a rag doll.<br />
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He's also going to lose track of the fight if he gets enraged, scared, exhilarated, shocked, et cetera -- all sorts of things could happen that interfere with his ability to observe what's happening. <br />
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And <i>this </i>is what might cause a problem for pacing. I think that any good fight uses slow and quick actions, like music, to create a feeling that tells the story. With a first person narrator the actions can blur, and he may also be unreliable due to his own perceptions and prejudices. I suppose if I could offer one piece of advice here, it's to treat that 'blur' as just another rhythm for the story.<br />
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So, here's the fight again from the original post on pacing. Like I said, my approach would be to plot out the fight as an omniscient choreographer and then work out how the narrator tells it.<br />
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<blockquote>Bob's fist just grazed Alex's temple. He swung again as Alex stepped back, this time landing a hook just under his ribs. He struck again, but this time Alex intercepted his fist with a large unbound manuscript.<br />
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"Is that what I think it is?" Bob asked.<br />
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"That's right," said Alex, "It's my memoir: <em>The Day Alex Kicked Bob's Ass</em>"<br />
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"Memoir? Fiction, you mean!" Bob kicked the manuscript out of Alex's hands. The cloud of papers masked his next kick, straight into Alex's solar plexus. Alex doubled over, wheezing.<br />
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"You... you animal," Alex said. "I never numbered the pages!" He sprang up, fingers clawing for Bob's throat--but Bob dodged aside and kicked Alex's ankle out from under him. His face hit the ground like a flipped pancake and the pages of his manuscript settled over him in a pile of 8 1/2 by 11 inch futility. </blockquote><br />
And now from Alex's POV in first person:<br />
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<blockquote>Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blur, and a rough bony something grazed my temple--Bob's fist. I couldn't get away before he punched me square in the side. It was all I could do to get the manuscript in front of my face before he clobbered me.<br />
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"Is that what I think it is?" Bob asked.<br />
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"That's right," I said, "It's my memoir: <em>The Day Alex Kicked Bob's Ass</em>"<br />
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"Memoir? Fiction, you mean!" Bob kicked, and I was lost in cloud of 8 1/2 by 11 inch dreams. <i>My </i>dreams! His foot shot out through the flying pages and caught me right in the gut. White phosphorous stars exploded behind my eyes, and I sucked in air like I'd just run a marathon.<br />
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"You... you animal," I managed to choke out. "I never numbered the pages!" I dove for his throat, and that's almost the last thing I remember. He dodged out of the way and the next thing I knew I was flat on my face. The pages of my manuscript settled down on me as I closed my eyes. It was just like falling asleep in a snowstorm of futility.</blockquote><br />
That was fun--looking forward to more good questions!Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-12944925622416695232010-08-28T08:17:00.006-04:002010-08-28T17:38:00.726-04:00Reports of the death of my genre...If publishing is as dead as a doornail, then publishing aimed at men is dead as a coffin-nail (which, per Dickens, is the most lifeless bit of ironmongery imaginable.) <br /><br />According to nautical novelist James Nelson, "Historical fiction for men is dead." I can't argue much with him, at least in the US market. When we look at Amazon categories and agents purportedly devoted to historical fiction, what we really find are a bunch of romance novels set in certain time periods other than the present. As Nelson says, "You can write five books a year about Anne Boleyn and they all sell." According to the latest issue of Solander, he has now sailed on to the more lucrative waters of nonfiction.<br /><br />A.L. Berridge, bestselling author of <a href="http://www.honourandthesword.com/">Honour and the Sword</a> and all-around fabulous lady, is selling loads of books in the U.K. and has a sequel coming, but isn' published in the U.S. yet. The reason? Her book doesn't have a Big Romance, and Men Don't Read.<br /><br />Meanwhile there's C.W. Gortner, charter member of the so-called <a href="http://historicalboys.blogspot.com/">Historical Boys</a>. His novels all feature a strong female lead in first person tell-all memoir style. In other words, the Historical Boy is writing for girls. Christopher's books are doing quite well in the U.S.. I have always suspected he uses the C.W. byline so that women will assume that he is in fact a woman who's using the initials in order to pass for male. <br /><br />The worst part is, I'm guilty of being part of the problem. Before I got into the book production side of things I was not much of a book consumer. I read the same old Heinlein and Bradbury and Tolkien until I wore out the covers, and filled up the rest of my fiction reading with the likes of Stan Lee and Steve Ditko. Otherwise, when I bought a book it was non-fiction. Now I read a lot more, but most of it is research. My latest Amazon order includes a technical manual on mummy preparation and an Osprey reference book on French cavalry uniforms.<br /><br />In my inexpert analysis, the problem of manly historical fiction in the U.S. is that we have a conceit that History Must Feature Americans. By this conceit I mean that we insist on producing movies like U-571, where the plot gets written so that it is Americans, not Brits, who steal the Enigma machine. Don't get Ms. Berridge started on that one!<br /><br />Thus, American novelists looking for manly action--i.e. war--have a limited historical window to exploit. While British authors have all sorts of juicy swashbuckling wars in which to place their heroes, America begins in 1776 and all the romance (small 'r', not the genre) is gone by about 1917. We don't have the dashing Napoleonic period to exploit, that gave us heroic English warriors like Horatio Hornblower and Richard Sharpe. We get the Civil War and Jeff Shaara, and not long after that the machine guns come along and ruin it for everyone. <br /><br />In between, we have the special historical genre of the Western. We have some great stories of WWII. But when we think of works of fiction in those eras, the mind turns to John Wayne as much as it does to Louis L'amour. <br /><br />Is it simply that the story of American manly action is better told in film than in print?<br /><br />For now, I'm grateful for the fact that there is more than one country where people read in English. Apparently some of the people in these countries are men, and women who do not need every book they read to feature a Woman Who Loves Beneath Her Station or a Queen Who Just Wants To Be Kissed. <br /><br />I <em>realise </em>that my books may need to take on a different <em>flavour </em>to succeed in such markets, but one must do what one must do.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-16311707408968413432010-08-23T18:15:00.005-04:002010-08-23T23:18:40.850-04:00I'll take your questions now...I've come across some good blogs featuring help for writers in the (blog) author's particular area of expertise. Mine?<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508733092600357314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyT_mHrw8LWTaG23pgTNyhG6GFJquPFu8PsFL4jp0R37FjuvRvWSfVs6hkWIxyZX4xaRCS4TzBijvCh6ciKHwG6H9OPGII1rV95WBLahWqell-UaJSaZ6ULK0rRhQk8QvP-TuKpoKRdKy/s320/IMGP3329.JPG" /></p><p>I'm a gardener. A very <em>aggressive</em> gardener. </p><p>No, seriously, I'm here to help with questions on historical weapons and fighting skills from major army and fleet actions down to the very very personal. My practical experience comes from european fencing competition in college and a couple of black belts since then: but more importantly I learned how to fake it for fiction by working as a fight choreographer and operating a stage weapon rental shop. I've done gun fights, axe fights, cat fights (*mrreow!*) pillow fights, spear fights, fist fights and nearly every combination thereof.<br /><br />If I use your question I'd be happy to include a link back to your website, or keep you anonymous, as you prefer. You can reach me by email: richard(at)saintmarksbody(dot)com or by commenting here.<br /><br />Depending on the volume of questions (please, let there be volume!) I may post questions and answers up to once a week.<br /></p>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-39561256784559193532010-08-14T19:14:00.003-04:002010-08-14T19:22:44.618-04:00Ten Random Words that Make Me HappyMackerel<br /><br />Rebar<br /><br />Penitent<br /><br />Inefatigable<br /><br />Élan<br /><br />Mandible<br /><br />Enfilading<br /><br />Mizzen<br /><br />Impugn<br /><br />VestibularRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-30927252847624013182010-08-09T21:44:00.005-04:002010-08-09T22:02:28.229-04:00What I Did On My Summer VacationHere's the roundup from a week in the Adirondacks with the family:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503592270857100402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpLt0_dMliaBlm-JE-OwNZb0tr2_N8sWzWIH5YxFWBfci6tnBcuRGPDifkHNiANgxfy284L1KCQv0tA2_tP5cmdNJbwjaBKmdl4lQcy3uJF2mT8hWrKNDybIKwcZt9npQ1vIR83G6bM0B/s200/Perch.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Fifteen fish caught and eaten, mostly perch (Fig. 1). My boss expressed surprise when I told him I was going to fish on vacation. I suppose I don't have a reputation for quiet solitude. I thought about it, and when I came back told him that he had me pegged exactly right--I don't have the patience to just sit and enjoy nature, I have to be waving around some kind of fish-killing apparatus so I can pretend I'm doing something useful.</li><li>9000 words done in the first draft of my next novel. I thought this was a pretty good score, given that I spent as much time outdoors as possible. </li><li>Several firsts from the kids--my son's first captured (and released) fish, my daughter's first time paddling a canoe. Penguin sand sculptures and barefoot expeditions into the pine-bark carpeted woods.</li><li>One sighting the former most powerful man in N.Y. State, now convicted of several diverse and interesting influence-peddling crimes. I could not resist blurting out, "Is that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Bruno">Joe Bruno</a>?!" as he entered a restaurant on Lake Placid, and the old man immediately whipped out a pair of sunglasses the size of virtual reality goggles.</li><li>Zero cell phone calls from work, as we were entirely Off the Grid (except for the brief foray into Lake Placid, enabling me to update my Facebook status to "...just spotted Joe Bruno!!!") Other co-workers on vacation who visited places with cell phone service (for example, Hungary) were not so lucky, and ended up calling in to several hours of urgent meetings from.</li><li>Also zero blog posts. (see "off the grid", above) But I'm back!<br /></li></ul><p><br /></p><br /><p></p>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-4226280431900542572010-07-14T17:29:00.007-04:002010-07-14T18:07:00.934-04:00So you think you can write? OK... who cares?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit78tpf_XkkkWKdeNeBuFEy3_moSbVZoZiisT_nJCxEXEzg5uFTcR1NwxiTvoD_95zJLIViPvOriV4DUUWqUw52NiNFujDEypwEnNTPMj4aY9FabOzSCpQrlvhoCMVkHodf6BeLKA0QADL/s1600/clive_cussler_int.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493885578629809602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit78tpf_XkkkWKdeNeBuFEy3_moSbVZoZiisT_nJCxEXEzg5uFTcR1NwxiTvoD_95zJLIViPvOriV4DUUWqUw52NiNFujDEypwEnNTPMj4aY9FabOzSCpQrlvhoCMVkHodf6BeLKA0QADL/s320/clive_cussler_int.gif" /></a><br /><div>Today <a href="http://blog.nathanbransford.com/2010/07/you-tell-me-why-is-it-so-hard-to-tell.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NathanBransford+%28Nathan+Bransford+-+Literary+Agent%29">Nathan Bransford has a post </a>asking, in just so many words, why it is that so many people feel they're entitled to break into the writing world as novelists. After all, Bransford muses, people playing pickup basketball don't think they should be drafted into the NBA. Why, therefore, does eveyone with a working computer think they can write a best-selling novel?<br /><br />Well, for one thing, there are some best-selling novels out there that are crap. It's easy for an unpublished novelist to point to one of those and say, "I write better than that: ergo, since that crap is published, I should be published also." <br /><br />There is some merit to that argument -- however, there is an important nuance that can't be ignored: the game is not "who can write the best book" : the game is, "who can sell the most books."<br /><br />Publishing peope talk about 'branding' ad nauseum, but it's true: quality writing is only one of several factors that move books off of bookstore shelves and into beach tote bags. In fact, it may be one of the least important factors. Why? Simple:<br /><br /><br /><em><br /></div></em><blockquote><em>A book buyer cannot tell if the writing is any good without reading the book. If she needs to read the book to find out whether it's any good... then what's the point?</em></blockquote><div><br />The buyer can get around this problem if the author is established. She knows what she's getting when buying another Dan Brown, Sue Grafton, or Estate-Of-Clive-Cussler.<br /><br />If the author is NOT established, the buying decision can come down to <em>whether the book is on a subject the buyer wants to read about. </em><br /><br />It's true! For a while I was reading anything set in the British navy of the Napoleonic era. Other people are nuts for Regency romances, or steampunk, or Viking stories, or cozies featuring sleuths who are also Franciscan monks, or whatever.<br /><br />And this is why a genre book is easier to sell as a first novel -- it taps a ready market. The bar for writing quality is set lower. And so I postulate further:<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><blockquote><br /><p><em>A 'genre' book will sell in the established market for that genre, as long as it does not completely suck.</em></p></blockquote><div><br /></div><p></p><div>Which brings us around home again. A novelist wannabe could easily write a high-quality piece with no established market. There is little reason for a publisher to take a chance on a book like that. And it will be quite easy for that wannabe to find a book that got published into an established market which does not suck (or maybe it does), but is not as good as that wannabe's stuff.<br /><br />And so the 'pickup basketball to NBA' analogy falls apart. It's not whether we can play better basketball than the status quo: it's whether anyone wants to pay to see us play. And unlike basketball, sheer performance on the court is not the thing that convinces the paying public to part with their cash.</div>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-48275020018362726242010-07-10T13:09:00.007-04:002010-07-10T21:44:57.147-04:00Research Readings for July 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK9gI7_o1Yql0oJE0OM4A5tQblEHF1vu5LDW6VkWh-_ilgmaYBCMwgoXGwuwScZroyrS3twib1qvQ0hIygnT4NbSkfBZ3T-6N8F0ebYBR_07PQuX4VUSYytzkvDUfNJQdn22Cy3g7_hrh/s1600/IMG000050.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492326060656051010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK9gI7_o1Yql0oJE0OM4A5tQblEHF1vu5LDW6VkWh-_ilgmaYBCMwgoXGwuwScZroyrS3twib1qvQ0hIygnT4NbSkfBZ3T-6N8F0ebYBR_07PQuX4VUSYytzkvDUfNJQdn22Cy3g7_hrh/s400/IMG000050.jpg" /></a><br />It's raining today (finally) and so the perfect day to stay in and do a little research on my latest novel project: a bit of <em>horreur</em> that begins, but does not end, in Egypt during the French occupation.<br /><br />Nina Burleigh's excellent book <b>Mirage--Napoleon's Scientists and the Unveiling of Egypt</b> is more or less indefinitely checked out to me thanks to my good sense at having married the librarian. <b>Mirage</b> follows the French occupation from the point of view of the <em>cent-cinquante savants</em> General Bonaparte brought with him on his attempt to wrest the East and India from England. It's a fascinating window into Napoleon's character: at 28 years of age, he was already padding his C.V. as a new-model emperor of the Enlightenment.<br /><br />These French scientists made the first comprehensive descriptions of Egypt for European audiences, and touched off a fascination for all thing Phaoronic that continues to this day. (shout-out to fellow-blogger <a href="http://libbiehawker.blogspot.com/">Libbie Hawker</a>, who specializes in the 18th dynasty)<br /><br />Next in the stack, arriving this week from Amazon (see, even the librarian's husband must often buy a book) is a translation of a 19th century Arab's chronicle of the invasion. The translation is by Shmuel Moreh, a noted scholar whose work I've used before in research for <a href="http://www.saintmarksbody.com/">Saint Mark's Body</a>. I haven't gotten very far in this, but my favorite bit so far is when Al-Jabarti dissects bad Arabic grammar in one of Napoleon's proclamations: <p></p><br /><p><blockquote><br />"His [Bonaparte's] statement <em>bta al-Mamalik</em> (belonging to the Mamluks) is despicable and a banal and trite word. The word <em>mutma'in </em>should be <em>mutma'inan </em>because it is <em>hal</em> (circumstantial expression) and converting it to the nominative (<em>raf</em>) incorrectly is an indication of their state, and their significance. May God hurry misfortune and punishment upon them, may He strike their tongues with dumbness, may He scatter their hosts, and disperse them, confound their intelligence, and cause their breath to cease." <p></p></blockquote><br /><br /><p>Apparently, according to Al-Jabarti, Allah should not be so merciful or compassionate when it comes to the declension of nouns. It seems quite just to me for a speaker of perfect French (which I am not, as any Francophone will instantly tell you) to be taken to task like this. </p><p>And of course there is the Historical Novel Review, my first issue since joining <a href="http://www.historicalnovelsociety.org/">HNS</a>. I didn't know quite what to expect from this mag: I joined up simply because I knew so many good authors who are members, like <a href="http://historicalboys.blogspot.com/">C.W. Gortner </a>and <a href="http://susandhigginbotham.blogspot.com/">Susan Higginbotham</a>. I can certainly say I'm not disappointed; Historical Novel Review gives me a much bettery understanding of the breadth of the historical novels market. It's vital intelligence for anyone looking to break in.</p>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-40568782392618447402010-07-01T20:56:00.005-04:002010-07-01T21:10:14.485-04:00World Cup Goal Review: A Modest Proposal<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34aI9GfUkYoHWs6q4EZrV7JEvn3O6Ql53TPHbHI-TpOI2-FjG4q4IJ9i-Qih6UTl0xu6sY0jCisfrxjuUlWRv6nSx6msHIL7RCfYSCZ8X86-3_CVerA79KW-1mmFA8vmWMm6ze2Xwoh_p/s1600/hand+of+god+goal.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489106611298487986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34aI9GfUkYoHWs6q4EZrV7JEvn3O6Ql53TPHbHI-TpOI2-FjG4q4IJ9i-Qih6UTl0xu6sY0jCisfrxjuUlWRv6nSx6msHIL7RCfYSCZ8X86-3_CVerA79KW-1mmFA8vmWMm6ze2Xwoh_p/s200/hand+of+god+goal.jpg" /></a>Officiating at the FIFA World Cup has always been the subject of controversy. At right we see Diego Maradona's infamous 1986 goal against England which was, he claimed, scored "<em>un poco con la cabeza de Maradona y otro poco con la mano de Dios</em>". Well, it's not God's hand we see on the ball in Figure 1, nor Maradona's head either.</p><p align="left">In this year's World Cup we had goals and non-goals called wrongly against several teams including the USA and England. And so, despite my <a href="http://historicalmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/06/blown-call-or-why-i-love-baseball.html">earlier paean to the sanctity of officiating mistakes in baseball</a>, I hereby come out in favor of video review of goals in championship soccer matches. Look, these guys fight like crazy for ninety minutes and maybe--just maybe--one of the two teams on the field manages to score a goal. The referees need to get a goal or no goal call exactly right, and they need a little technological help to do it.</p><p align="left">Here, then, is my Modest Proposal for video review of goals in soccer:</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p>1) Cameras managed by FIFA (not the TV networks) are fixed at each end, with a clear view of each goal line and the penalty area.<br /><br />2) Any player on the field may make a challenge to the referee's decision to either award or disallow a goal. This is the only kind of play that can be challenged.<br /><br />3) The player must give grounds for the challenge that can be absolutely confirmed or dismissed by viewing the replay-- e.g. that the ball did or did not cross the line, that a player was or was not offside, that a handball did or did not occur. A foul called or not called by the referee is not subject to review, and no fouls can be charged or forgiven based on video review.<br /><br />4) The head referee views the video, and may elect to reverse his prior call. His final decision cannot be appealed, on or off the field.<br /><br />5) If on review the referee does not reverse the call, the player who challenged is automatically booked with a yellow card. The referee has the option to show a red card and send the player off if he feels the challenge was frivolous.<br /><br />6) Time spent on a goal review is added to stoppage time.<br /><br />Simple, eh? FIFA is welcome to contact me any time via this website. Your comments are also welcome.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-30461900480909655932010-06-23T21:16:00.004-04:002010-06-23T21:58:51.900-04:00There Has To Be Another WayA recurring theme in my writing is that whenever a character is presented with two options, he or she seems to find a third. One historical character, Caliph Al-Ma'mun, even finds a third way a coin flip can go. (though that, I admit, I cribbed from an old Batman story)<br /><br />And so I hope there can be a third way for publishing in the 21st century, because I really don't like either of the options so far.<br /><br />As I see it, what's brought us to this point is two factors. The first-- <em>No One Buys Books Anymore</em>. Some blame the economy: less money, fewer books. I blame the easy availability of free reading material. Case in point: you, Dear Reader, and this blog. The second--<em>Everyone Is A Stinking Author</em>. We all have computers, and access to every imaginable writing resource, like the whole world was one big round table at the Algonquin. This is the era that spawned a million teenage paranormal romances. This is the era that spawned, well, me.<br /><br />And so we have--what I wouldn't give to know the number of unpublsihed, possibly unpublishable books out there. And fewer and fewer available publishing spots to put them all in. Used to be, if you were one of the few who was willing to bang out a hundred thousand words on a Smith-Corona and mail them to a publisher, you had yourself a published book. Now, well, you're one of the millions (and millions) who had a few English courses, posesses a working laptop, and have written yourself a novel. Which brings us to:<br /><br /><strong>OPTION 1: ONLY BRANDS SELL</strong><br /><br />This has always been true in some way, but as the market for new books tighten publishers rely on a few proven brand-names. Names like Cussler, Grafton, Collins. The astute reader may realize that some of these brand names don't even write their own books anymore. Some of them might even be dead. I can't be bothered to find that out right now. But they are all still publishing new books. Perhaps this is why the undead are so big in fiction these days.<br /><br />So, for the unpublished, much text is typed about Becoming A Brand. And it's true, those who already are a brand-name (Tyra Banks, Glen Beck, Pope Benedict XVI) can get ANYTHING published.) If you're not them, the pundits say... better start a blog or something, get yourself a platform. But anyone can do that, right? Which leads us to,<br /><br /><strong>OPTION 2: WE ARE ALL PUBLISHED AUTHOR'S. w00t!<br /></strong><br />And yes, I know damn well that's not a posessive. I am making a point! It's ridiculously easy to publish a book, so long as you don't care about quality and you don't care if it's marketed nowhere other than by Twitter and Facebook. There are a lot of pretty good options for print-on-demand and electronic publishing is even cheaper. The entry barrier is low. Hell, I could publish right now. Actually, in a way, I am publishing right now, or will once I hit the 'POST' button.<br /><br />What's wrong with that? Laura Miller puts it so well in this <a href="http://www.salon.com/books/publishing_news/index.html?story=/books/laura_miller/2010/06/22/slush">Salon article</a>: "Is the public prepared to meet the slush pile?" If everyone publishes everything, how do you ever find the good stuff? Most importantly, if I self-publish and self-promote my Very Excellent Novel how are you going to find it in a sea of barely-disguised Twilight fanfic, fraught with error and tripe? With everyone else blogging and tweeting and worse?<br /><br />You won't. <br /><br />__________________________________<br /><br />And so, I want another choice please. A third way. Books are too wonderful a thing for either of these fates to happen. I could even learn to like Kindle, I really could, if the quality of great Books were still there in the digital ink. But I see both of these options reducing the quality of the published works to the lowest common denominator.<br /><br />I, for one, am not prepared to wade through the world's slush pile. Or read only the books that come from a Certified Brand on the marketing department's short list. There has to be another way.<br /><br />Please?Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-37798537249574195292010-06-16T22:33:00.008-04:002010-06-16T23:07:17.447-04:00Highlights of the Theological Discussion Between my Jordanian Cab Driver and Me<div align="left"><strong>Points of Agreement</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvl4O0aFwpRNjQYX7EKsBJJdpfvCmy61Sc8-yVke8vrrDL4JFy7aDcBtYu0Dx8O3PrqzzyffAf2i5IcNcpP9dHZbPKxS-JwxjeIgfsc4VJLZKlzLbC-Sf6LGUob1bmnr7f82i5HUi4-4yf/s1600/Touchdown_jesus.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483567055744065202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvl4O0aFwpRNjQYX7EKsBJJdpfvCmy61Sc8-yVke8vrrDL4JFy7aDcBtYu0Dx8O3PrqzzyffAf2i5IcNcpP9dHZbPKxS-JwxjeIgfsc4VJLZKlzLbC-Sf6LGUob1bmnr7f82i5HUi4-4yf/s200/Touchdown_jesus.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Jesus was, at the very least, a fine prophet and philosopher. </div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right">Fig. 1: Before</div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><br />Picking me up at 5:15 would leave plenty of time to get to the airport, <em>insh'Allah</em>.<br /><br />The practice of translating the Bible into many languages helps spread the Word, but engenders different views of Christianity.<br /><br />The practice of not translating the Quran makes sure that everyone is looking at the same words. However, this limits the spread of Islam.<br /><br />Whether or not one believes that the Quran is the infallible word of God, a lot of people will read the words but hear what they want to hear in them.<br /><br />This is also true of the Bible.<br /><br />Whiskey is a refreshing and healthful beverage. However, to fully appreciate the taste it's a good idea to dilute it with some spring water--never ice.<br /><br />It was very interesting that on the same day we met, a giant statue of Jesus (pictured) was struck by lightning and destroyed.<br /><br />It would have saved a lot of trouble if Jesus could have made a definitive pronouncement during His time on Earth regarding whether a statue of Him would, in fact, count as a 'graven image'.<br /><br />Syria is not a neighbor you'd want to have.<br /><br />Feta is a delightful cheese, and one should have it in a salad whenever possible.<br /><br />Really, Caliph Al-Amin should have left well enough alone and kept the agreement his late father brokered regarding the succession, rather than getting into a ruinous civil war with his brother Al-Ma'mun in 810 AD.<br /><br />Lamb is delicious.<br /><br /><strong>Points of Disagreement</strong><br /><br />Whether the driver of a moving vehicle should have at least one eye on the road and/or one hand on the wheel at all times.<br /><br />Whether a daughter should be allowed to live at home until she is married. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Whether a monarchial oligarchy is a viable form of government in the modern world.</div><div align="left"><br /><strong>Not Discussed</strong><br /><br />The proposed new Charter of the Anglican Covenant.</div>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-89277854825223136702010-06-09T22:43:00.003-04:002010-06-09T23:31:31.445-04:00Writing the Fight -- PacingLegend has it that during times of foreign occupation in China, rebel fighters practiced their forbidden martial arts in the open and explained that they were only dancing. It's not that far-fetched. A fight has rhythm and pacing. Part of <em>writing</em> a good fight is making that rhythm of blows and holds come out in the words.<br /><br />For pacing my fights, I have just a few cardinal rules. One of them is, <em>Vary the steps. This ain't a waltz.</em><br /><em></em><br /><blockquote>Alex hit Bob over the head with a two-by-four. Bob staggered, and then smacked Alex in the gut with his tire iron. That hurt Alex quite a bit, so he could barely lift the sack of potatoes high enough to drop it on Bob's toe.<br /></blockquote><br />Among the many things wrong with that sequence, every action is the same: one fighter hits the other with a one-step move. You want the notes to come in a surprising but sensical sequence, kind of like a Coltrane solo. A one-step here, a two-step there, a hold, a stop-hit, etc.<br /><br />Wait... what did I mean by that?<br /><br />ONE-STEP: a direct attack--a punch, kick, throw, gunshot or whatever. It could hit or miss, but you can describe it with one verb.<br /><br />TWO-STEP: a compound action, either a two-step attack (Alex grabbed a fistful of Bob's hair and punched him in the nose.) or an attack with a defense (Alex swung the hammer, but Bob snapped his hand back just in time)<br /><br />HOLD: A long action. It could be an actual hold (Bob tightened his grip on Alex's carotids. His face reddened at first, and then blanched white. It was in that moment that Bob realized he was on to something.) or maybe a pause ("I suppose you're wondering why I just punched you in the kidney," said Alex. "It's only because you should have given that kidney to your poor dead cousin! OUR cousin!") Anyway it takes significantly longer than a punch.<br /><br />STOP-HIT: An action that interrupts another action. (Bob lobbed a wild hook at Alex's cheek, walking into a straight right. Bob wobbled and said, "Let me try that one again."<br /><br />I like fights that are chaotic and unpredictable. Mayhem! When did a real fight ever go according to plan? So that's why I want the pacing to vary. A fight that beats one-two-three-four like my first example is just too predictable to thrill a reader. Go one, one, one-two, hold, one-two, hold, stop-hit and now maybe you've got something.<br /><br /><blockquote><p>Bob's fist just grazed Alex's temple. He swung again as Alex stepped back, this time landing a hook just under his ribs. He struck again, but this time Alex intercepted his fist with a large unbound manuscript.<br /><br />"Is that what I think it is?" Bob asked.<br /><br />"That's right," said Alex, "It's my memoir: <em>The Day Alex Kicked Bob's Ass</em>"<br /><br />"Memoir? Fiction, you mean!" Bob kicked the manuscript out of Alex's hands. The cloud of papers masked his next kick, straight into Alex's solar plexus. Alex doubled over, wheezing.<br /><br />"You... you animal," Alex said. "I never numbered the pages!" He sprang up, fingers clawing for Bob's throat--but Bob dodged aside and kicked Alex's ankle out from under him. His face hit the ground like a flipped pancake and the pages of his manuscript settled over him in a pile of 8 1/2 by 11 inch futility. </p>,</blockquote><p>Did I get the rhythm right in that sequence? One, one, one-two, hold, one-two, hold, stop-hit aaaannnd faceplant. </p>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-21204502578462802372010-06-04T22:41:00.006-04:002010-06-04T23:33:47.695-04:00The Blown Call --OR-- Why I Love Baseball<div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaXSJjSm4n7RRvVUXqF9-w3PF2X4lnMIKMKIwuY0zGP0BgIHpa4tQ6KzllpzajTJ-Cx8WMF51PiqCdJPwcKn7idIxHvgXDGJsnyeQnc7SZkKw9QsmMhGhptBVPGvpgh3zJty3qU-CbfBi/s1600/galarraga.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479116773365463058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaXSJjSm4n7RRvVUXqF9-w3PF2X4lnMIKMKIwuY0zGP0BgIHpa4tQ6KzllpzajTJ-Cx8WMF51PiqCdJPwcKn7idIxHvgXDGJsnyeQnc7SZkKw9QsmMhGhptBVPGvpgh3zJty3qU-CbfBi/s200/galarraga.jpg" /></a> Two outs in the ninth inning. Armando Galarraga has retired twenty-six batters on eighty-seven pitches and the eighty-eighth is a 1-1 changeup that Jason Donald hits on the ground to first. The pitcher covers the bag--catches the toss--and Donald is called safe by umpire James Joyce!<br /><br />It would have been only the twenty-first perfect game in major league baseball history, although the third this season. But it wasn't. Donald is safe at first, and Galarraga finishes with a one-hit shutout.<br /><br />The replays show it clearly, if by 'clearly' we mean that it's clear in a freezeframe. Donald should have been called out. Some say he WAS out, that it's a perfect game for Galarraga.<br /><br />Why not call it a perfect game? It doesn't hurt anyone. You could even give Donald the hit and Galarraga the perfect game at the same time. Why not? It doesn't affect the outcome of the game, the Tigers win whether it was a hit or not. It's like a bad call in figure skating, right? Didn't that just make you cry when those meanie European judges robbed Canada's widdle sweethearts? Wasn't it right to just give everyone gold medals and make it all better?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479117624183814050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_anGKmPaDm10ZxkO8VsH4TwxSIvwzvRCgMfp5-mWTe2FmMLFD-GdIX0Lf_4qLpT5ivHWBcSRaoqpNX4RINVWL0B7yG2ySJcbq8LCw3a3-nJsS8Vdvlwyj2F_X4-QLwmro_-W8NrM3nip/s200/t1_medalceremony_ap-01.jpg" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">Fig. 2: Awwww. Does everyone feel better now?</p><p align="left">Because this is baseball, not figure skating. <em>There is no crying in baseball.</em> The umpire made a mistake? Part of the game. An act of God, if you will, and in the tiny world of dirt and grass bounded by chalk and the outfield fence, that man in black is the Supreme Being. </p><p align="left">The Tigers' manager argued, but The Call was Safe, and verily the runner is safe!</p><p align="left">But after the game, James Joyce reviewed the tapes and saw what everyone else already had: he blew it. Donald was out by a full step. That was a perfect game.</p><div align="left">And then Joyce did something no god or umpire never does: he came down his throne on high and said, 'I blew the call. I'm sorry.'</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Class.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">And what did Galarraga say? What every baseball player says in every interview. It is what it is. Just out there to help the team. James Joyce is a great guy and a good umpire. It's a long season.</div><div align="left"><br />Class.</div><p align="left">Next day -- because Baseball is played <em>every</em> day when the weather suits -- Joyce isn't the first base umpire. He's behind the plate in charge of balls and strikes now. And he walks out in front of that Detroit crowd. He robbed THEM of perfection. He robbed THEM of a hero. This is a sports town that riots when they WIN. And what happens? They stand and APPLAUD.</p><div align="left">Class.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left">The Tigers send Galarraga out to perform the ritual of handing Joyce the team's lineup card. Joyce looks it over and you can see him start to choke up. He gives Galarraga a tough-guy-I-love-you shove, the man he deemed by his supreme yet fallible authority to have pitched a one-hit shutout last night. And then Joyce reaches under the brim of his hat and wipes his moistening--</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479126236704308450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRxadOr9yGpY5Xgutu2bPMQ2AOW9vmCDO2tYWWkTP4yLcBa0at_-TzbaUNnX0PpSyC33EDLcIbXJZFu5ROPs-Hm4GEQBTZBGvr46ttsXT2AYtphRn4msmvqpj4RKVDVCW3cjaBWGQ823O/s200/alg_tigers_galarraga_joyce.jpg" /> <p align="center">Fig. 3 : Class.<br /></p><p></p><p>Did I say there was no crying in baseball? Well, maybe it's OK, just this one time. Play ball.<br /></p>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-90258356228301582932010-05-30T22:17:00.006-04:002010-05-31T08:15:54.748-04:00Questions From the Back Seat<div><div>"Daddy?"<br /><br />"Yes?"<br /><br />"Daddy, can Han Solo's blaster shoot through Iron Man's armor?"<br /><br />"Let me think about that... no, because Iron Man's armor is magnetically shielded."<br /><br />"Like the door in the garbage masher on the Death star?"<br /><br />"Yes."<br /><br />***<br /><br />"Daddy?"<br /><br />"Yes?"<br /><br />"Daddy, when is it a quarry and when is it a mine?"<br /><br />"It's a quarry when they dig up stones to sell. It's a mine when they dig through the stones to get to something that's worth more, like gold. Or bauxite."<br /><br />***<br /><br />"Daddy?"<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"Daddy, is Superman a daddy?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"But he's a grownup, and he has a mommy and a daddy"<br /><br />"Everyone has a mommy and a daddy, but not everyone IS a mommy or a daddy."<br /><br />"But Daddy? Why isn't Superman a daddy?"<br /><br />"Because he never... well..."<br /><br />Melissa chimes in: "Remember he's an alien, Henry. He might not be able to have babies with a human woman."<br /><br />"Honey, do you really want to open that line of questioning?"<br /><br />"Daddy?"<br /><br />"He has to get married first, and he's not married."<br /><br />***<br /><br />"Daddy?"<br /><br />"What, Henry?"<br /><br />"Daddy, what are pirates?"<br /><br />"Robbers who rob people in ships."<br /><br />"Why are there robbers?"<br /><br />"Because some people are too lazy to get jobs."<br /><br />***<br />"Daddy?" <br /><br />"Yes?"<br /><br />"What happens when lightning hits you?"<br /><br />"You can die."<br /><br />"Why?"<br /><br />"That much electricity can stop your heart or give you burns."<br /><br />"For real?"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7tigxmJeaMgDOS5sLwwy4j3eoM59cnk4XDbpvkWW0vUQter77oYPQ5oEZ941nRWlzrNi73mx7l7lTs6wVX_iwLqBMNU6G0qYygJyfRRxwfn-P8BU-jyCN28TY58JPqT2-3qbnbIsLb3F/s1600/roy_sullivan.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477406106431699506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7tigxmJeaMgDOS5sLwwy4j3eoM59cnk4XDbpvkWW0vUQter77oYPQ5oEZ941nRWlzrNi73mx7l7lTs6wVX_iwLqBMNU6G0qYygJyfRRxwfn-P8BU-jyCN28TY58JPqT2-3qbnbIsLb3F/s200/roy_sullivan.jpg" /></a><br />"For real. But I read about a park ranger who got hit seven or eight times and lived."<br /><br />"<em>Seven</em> times? That lightning not very strong den."<br /><br />"No, Henry, it wasn't."</div></div>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-9471808565015814012010-05-28T07:41:00.011-04:002010-05-28T08:37:39.815-04:00In Praise Of The MacGuffinIt's hard to have a thriller story without one. It drives the plot, it gives the characters a reason to kill and die and love. It could be anything, anything at all and we call it ... the MacGuffin!<br /><div></div><div> </div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476286231117803986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjd5ER2_G_3tlCazOAJRGWFUXsbRD6m7ochoVUzSFzR3DeUFNU5PyeWx0bdeLvQOUeaFxNTjhV6V1K_7comRdmA6_iHfX6v3bCLjDy0uOFUcDPpBUzhuwx_cqNKjOGygIMK5pH7-ZsgaA/s200/mcmuffin.jpg" />Fig. 1: Featuring Backbacon<br /></div><br /><div align="left">No, no, not a McMuffin, a <em>MacGuffin! </em>Hitchcock said it best:</div><div align="left"><br /><blockquote>"We have a name in the studio, and we call it the "MacGuffin". It is the mechanical element that usually crops up in any story. In crook stories it is almost always the necklace and in spy stories it is almost always the papers."</blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">So, how do they work? Well, it really could be almost anything. It could be something impressive, like an object of imaginable power that moves nations and empires <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxffoHv-_cHADTXeuIMaDqR6hIAwFac9L_XgpHfFf-XqXeMmvz6RAE_wX9qCg0iVL5NG0RP_KDjA5TSzkYT8WKg-1kJjdrkzia5B-eSP4snVduUhPaIpo0GU082m5ycLoC5g-MtRiQMePG/s1600/onering.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476287642044184642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxffoHv-_cHADTXeuIMaDqR6hIAwFac9L_XgpHfFf-XqXeMmvz6RAE_wX9qCg0iVL5NG0RP_KDjA5TSzkYT8WKg-1kJjdrkzia5B-eSP4snVduUhPaIpo0GU082m5ycLoC5g-MtRiQMePG/s200/onering.jpg" /></a>and will change the balance of power in all the world. I call this the "Power MacGuffin". For example the Sausage Elven MacGuffin with Invisible Cheese, pictured right.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">It's obvious in Tolkien's story why everyone is after the One Ring. The author sells it well from the beginning of <em>Fellowship of the Ring</em>. Gandalf is afraid to touch it. Effing <em>Gandalf the Grey! </em>That's some serious mojo. And Tolkien doesn't even tell us right off why or how the ring is so powerful. That falls to Elrond the High-Elven Lord of Copious Backstory. (And yes, Dear Wannabe Author, Tolkien got away with putting 4000 words of uninterrupted backstory in the middle of the book. You can't.)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2BGrt0V-_jKWMTkbwzvkXDF8Su-J1ahO3ax1xWTMhrGqXGCpYS_wPK46xSsEwb0RfVbPDqbL3vohvcpD5F9oz2gaep0SmhPYVioZtXPY7E4iXkfBwNp_er9j8kxOdJYXd3V-l0eLVu3J/s1600/LostArk.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476289650510055314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2BGrt0V-_jKWMTkbwzvkXDF8Su-J1ahO3ax1xWTMhrGqXGCpYS_wPK46xSsEwb0RfVbPDqbL3vohvcpD5F9oz2gaep0SmhPYVioZtXPY7E4iXkfBwNp_er9j8kxOdJYXd3V-l0eLVu3J/s200/LostArk.jpg" /></a>And here's another great MacGuffin, pictured left. It's very similar to the Sausage Elven MacGuffin in power and function except that it's much harder to carry. But the Double Bacon Fried Nazi Cheese MacGuffin does give the wielder great power, and has the side effect of destroying a wielder who isn't suited for it. The Lost Ark also has another great feature common to MacGuffins: in the end, it just doesn't matter. It disappears into a giant warehouse never to be seen again. The purpose of the Power MacGuffin is not for its power to be used, but for the threat of its power to <em>drive plot</em>.<br /></div><div><br />Next up we have the Intrigue MacGuffin. This kind is the necklace or papers Hitchcock mentions. The consequences of having or not having this MacGuffin might be limited to one person--for example that necklace had better be dangling in Lady Bottomfeeder's cleavage at the opera tonight, or else Lord Bottomfeeder is going to know that she's given it to that rascal Captain Doublet to pay for the mercury he needs to cure his crew's raging syphillis infection. My all-time favorite Intrigue MacGuffin is the transit papers in <em>Casablanca</em>. I don't have a picture of them because I'm not sure we ever even see them. They are not an impressive object that glows and shoots fire. What they do is drive one of the most masterful plots ever constructed. The point of Casablanca is the human story and the Egg and Transit Paper Kiss is Just A Kiss MacGuffin is what pulls characters together and drives them apart.<br /><br /></div><div>Finally, the WTF MacGuffin. I love this one because it strips away all pretense. The author simply tells you that the object is important, and the characters sell the importance with their actions alone. This one appears in many formulaic plots and can be a Particularly Cheesy MacGuffin. But in the hands of a master like Dashell Hammett, the fact that we never really know WHY all the characters are after it is irrelevent. In fact, it may add to the mystique.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476293598751901426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfFkfNZrUwFZ2ZZEo-w_HnQhh43MaUPwfuWU63aDCWEVuiTTuV8H1Figg4BIII_sV_xTqHMPdURrBOnp-s91PWxzzzffQAI1F53yBZAzNbzRLFBOvhyWswimnWs4GMrDl90ENTxtEVy9ef/s320/maltese.jpg" />Fig. 4: Yeah, Bogie, I don't get it either. But it certainly gives you an excuse to slap Peter Lorre.</div><br /><div align="left">I'm sure Faithful Readers can come up with many more types and examples of the venerable MacGuffin. Like its close homonym in Figure One it can be cheap... but it is filling. It is cheesy... but there's a slice of meat in there too. It can take but a moment to consume... but hours to digest.</div><div align="left"> </div><br /><div align="center">FIN<br /></div>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-25850350923291519342010-05-21T21:19:00.004-04:002010-05-21T22:22:16.864-04:00The Forty-Year-Old Soccer N00b<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI354jG4YZhr3BD09B-xMUEzbdeHFW416TkCTs3NnGYKAw82KZQz2llMj3yIU6TyO96fq-JDC_W1FrQ24Dyf9m94cGxIigT3oGPTQ5KkjyDcSsaBz0qt9U8LBcS7H6Jds4fuD7lnsq28h2/s1600/joaquimreisog1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473908415342810194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI354jG4YZhr3BD09B-xMUEzbdeHFW416TkCTs3NnGYKAw82KZQz2llMj3yIU6TyO96fq-JDC_W1FrQ24Dyf9m94cGxIigT3oGPTQ5KkjyDcSsaBz0qt9U8LBcS7H6Jds4fuD7lnsq28h2/s320/joaquimreisog1.jpg" /></a><br />The last time I played soccer was my freshman year, 1984. I was quite proud to have made the junior varsity team, as I didn't know that they pretty much took everybody. I even bought one of those wool jackets with the vinyl sleeves in the surety that I'd get to have my mom sew a letter on it in a few years. I have no idea what ever happened to that jacket.<br /><br />I'm not sure I ever played during a game in regulation. I remember always coming on in the 'fifth quarter', 15 minutes for the kids who hadn't gotten to play. My scrawny body and lack of skills were only part of the reason I didn't play much; attitude was the rest. I never quite got it in my head that everyone on a team has a role, and maybe for a while mine was to play the position they assigned me and do my best to learn. So, I quit.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago when I found out about the lunchtime pickup game at work, I went right out and bought cleats and shinguards. I even got a pair of long black socks so I'd feel... well... like a right footballer. And today I played.<br /><br />I don't like the expression 'youth is wasted on the young'. I agree that when we're young, we do a lot of things wrong. But I don't like the idea that we miss our chances. Sure, the body might not respond to training or heal injuries quite as fast as we age, but it's never too late. No, no, it <em>can't</em> be too late. <br /><br />I did a lot of things wrong today. I didn't know how to properly mark a man, so I let quite a few get past me be either coming in too close or giving him too much room. I don't have a strong or accurate kick, so I put a few balls where I shouldn't have. And worst of all, a ball came right at my head... and I ducked it. I couldn't believe it. How 1984 of me. <br /><br />But I did a lot of things right too. I played damn hard for sixty minutes. I had some sort of idea where I was supposed to be, and I <em>ran</em> there. I beat more than one younger guy to the ball--what I did with it when I got there was another matter, but I gave myself chances to do something useful. I even sprinted to fetch balls kicked out of bounds. I guess effort was the only thing in my control, given my lack of skill, and I wanted to at least show that. I made a couple of decent tackles, and at least one better-than-half-bad pass. And once I knocked a dangerous ball out of play with a jumping header... after ducking that first time, I was going to put my head on a ball that game if it killed me.<br /><br />I got to my afternoon meeting still sweating after the shower. There's a blood blister covering the whole pad of my left big toe. I am so playing again next week. I'd like to think I'm going to get good at soccer, but I know I won't. The best I can do is run hard, be where I'm needed, and try to remember not to duck.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-59717923308575250772010-05-17T01:49:00.004-04:002010-05-17T02:00:24.341-04:00Anachronism? Prithee, nay!<div align="left">Some fellow authors who've read sections of my novel <a href="http://www.saintmarksbody.com/">Saint Mark's Body</a> have commented that the voice sometimes sees out of place for the 9th century A.D.--or worse, that some of the Venetians sound *gasp* American! I respectfully submit that often a modern voice is the best way to tell an old story. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">First off, we need to understand that we are reading in translation any novel set in a time or place where modern English isn't spoken. Even an author with a Mel Gibson-sized ego can't write an entire novel for an English-speaking audience in Aramaic or Incan. Books do not have subtitles. (well, <em>yet</em>... I suppose all things are possible with ebooks).<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">The author's job is always to make us feel as though we're witnesses to the action. When the characters are all speaking, for example, 15th century Swiss German, the situation is complicated. It's as though the author gives us the gift of tongues--somehow by peering through the veil of the printed page, we understand 15th century Swiss German.<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.cwgortner.com/">C.W. Gortner</a> does this well in his novels of the old Spanish court, for example The Last Queen. Every now and then he throws in a Spanish phrase most people will understand, or uses a more obscure one but skillfully works in a quick translation. It helps that Gortner is fluent in both languages, so his Juana chooses words we read in English that feel to us like old Spanish (even if we don't understand old Spanish, or any Spanish at all.)<br /></div><br />Readers have the same expectation of books set in old-time England. They want to feel like they're right there, and they understand what everyone is saying... but in this case, often forget that once again they are reading in translation. Drop any one of us moderns in Robin Hood's England, and we'd be completely lost for a while. There are enough common words between our English and the 11th century version that we could probably order coffee and get directions to the train station (if either existed) , but fluent communication would be difficult.<br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">However, most people don't realize this. Most <em>think</em> that Medieval English was just like ours, except you call peoply 'thou' and tack 'est' onto the end of every other verb. Speech in that format, even if it's as wrong for the period, sounds 'oldey-timey' and correct. Why?<br /></div><blockquote><p align="left"><em>Because that's the way Errol Flynn did it, that's the way Hollywood does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far.<br /></em></p></blockquote><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472113168522180098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguoXS6gYcROGyXVLM1HHAP0mIiX-I0D0FGYUOXFkwlftsL_harZmyK0Q27h76zFooUDaZYFi1cKrCsfm29MzFzsXxqHuMyPpAXsrWS4OAU4PlNYk5hWZZ9CD6VoikleGin_wIDALEw4I27/s320/flynn+hood.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><em>Fig. 1 : And he was a terrible fencer. Yeah, I said it.</em><br /></p><br /><br />It reminds me a bit of gunshots on stage. In a theater, a real gunshot doesn't sound like a gunshot. A blank round sounds like a gunshot, because that's what audiences are used to. We learn our version of reality from the contrivances of fiction, and then disbelieve fiction that matches reality instead of the contrivance.<br /><br />So, why do my Venetian sailors use modern swear words, contractions, and other things that don't sound oldey-timey? Because I want the reader to be there with them on the ship, and I know that 'thee' and 'belayest ye sheete!" is as much an anachronism as Valley Girl speak, there being no language recognizable as English in 827 anyway.<br /><br />And I do want my Venetians to sound just a <em>little</em> American. I'll get to the 'why' of that in another post.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-14016185643373744262010-05-14T09:31:00.005-04:002010-05-14T10:03:33.725-04:00A Fighting Writer's Review of KICK-ASS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdf1l3O3RwqRAsZueu-q8M1gf7j2IwFS22S8NTIi-EyUVkPfjUbIdWp7nGkW3NFBUsCZ6-ai3-48a-jvbfdz-IxkCu_oFwPZEi-Ob_u9zFxBpvmHVszoSALKEjM24qdYPGqnWOcRRLzP-/s1600/KickAssCover.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471117957450430946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdf1l3O3RwqRAsZueu-q8M1gf7j2IwFS22S8NTIi-EyUVkPfjUbIdWp7nGkW3NFBUsCZ6-ai3-48a-jvbfdz-IxkCu_oFwPZEi-Ob_u9zFxBpvmHVszoSALKEjM24qdYPGqnWOcRRLzP-/s320/KickAssCover.jpg" /></a>This was a movie I thought did a great many things right, and only a few wrong, in presenting belivable and engaging violence on-screen. I'll discuss it in terms of Characterization, Fight Techniques, and at the end, Call Shenanigans. <br /><br /><strong>Characterization</strong><br /><br />Kick-Ass himself has a perfectly believable set of non-super superpowers: due to significant injuries he has a lot of metal-reinforced bones, and can't feel a lot of pain. His fighting skills are minimal. However he's in decent shape, completely ruthless (I mean, the boy carries two truncheons), and his powers enable him to keep fighting even after his more skilled opponents beat him down.<br /><br />Hit Girl is close to cliche (as I discussed <a href="http://historicalmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/05/usually-irresistable-force-should.html">last post</a>) what with her mastery of weapons and screen-ninja marital arts abilities. However, he background as presented in the film makes this somewhat plausible. She is, essentially, a child-soldier no less deadly than the kids who shoot each other up in wars all over the developing world (and in many cities of the 'developed' world). Lethal violence is a game to her, and it's clear that she's had an upbringing that focuses exclusively on that.<br /><br />Big Daddy is an ex-cop with good weapons skills and heavy body armor. His hand-to-hand skills are good, but not as good as Hit Girl's -- which is appropriate, since he had something of a normal childhood.<br /><br /><strong>The Fights: What I Liked</strong><br /><br />Kick-ass gets his ass kicked by better-skilled fighters in every single scene. He keeps getting up, like a Rocky outclassed by an Apollo Creed, and 'goes the distance' so we root for him even though he's a loser. Actually he's such a noble and believable loser he wins. Kick-ass's techniques are appropriate for the character's skills. He doesn't swing a truncheon or a fist the way a trained fighter does--he's wild, with big wide actions that his opponents usually dodge. He doesn't have an effective defense, and they score a lot of hits on him. Every fight he's in is perfectly consistent with his character ideas.<br /><br />Hit Girl is also mostly believable. I can buy that a kid taught nothing but martial arts from an early age can execute the crazy maneuvers she pulls off. Appropriately, she is not knocking out 200-pound men with her size 2 boots. When she takes a man out, it's with a knife, a gun, or (aweseomely) a sort of double-ended naginata. When she goes unarmed against a large man with martial arts training inferior to hers, she has a lot of trouble with him. WHICH IS RIGHT. She can hit him ten times to his one, but she can't really hurt him. His strikes hurt, and he also has a reach advantage which the fight director made apparent. There are a couple times when he delivers a kick while she is still out of range and setting up her attack. Great use of DISTANCE (the tactical kind) throughout her fights to tell the story.<br /><br />Big Daddy is mostly in shootouts, so little comments here other than I liked that the bad guys could actually hit him at close range with their handguns. (that is, they did not train at the Imperial Stormtroopers School of Marksmanship) He's wearing body armor heavy enough for us to beleive he can shrug off those shots.<br /><br /><strong>What I Didn't Like</strong><br /><br />Not much! I found it a little annoying that every time Hit Girl emptied one of her pistols she had to turn the whole thing and look at it (exactly like a character in a first-person shooter videogame) to verify it's empty. She should be able to tell her pistols are empty from her ordinary view over the gunsight because the slide locks back on the last shot. There is one scene where we see her take down a bunch of goons from her POV, and this works as an homage to FPS games... but elsewhere it's annoying.<br /><br /><strong>I Call Shenanigans</strong>!<br /><br />But only once. Hit Girl is in a shootout and empties both of her pistols simultaneously. She ejects the magazines, pulls two new ones from her belt, THROWS THEM IN THE AIR and somehow they land in the pistols with enough force to seat themselves in the mechanism so she can chamber the next rounds. Even if her mad ninja skillz allow her to catch two spinning magazines in the grips of her two pistols, I think there just isn't enough kinetic energy to seat them in the pistols after a fall of only about a meter. So, shenanigans... however it was awesome to watch and a very creative reload.<br /><br /><strong>Overall: <em>HIGHLY RECOMMENDED</em></strong> and added to my list of Great Fight Movies.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753728670089727264.post-6188850591773233142010-05-10T22:28:00.012-04:002010-05-11T23:19:14.611-04:00Usually, An Irresistable Force Should Squish a Soft ObjectA reader asked me about a situation in her novel that comes up very, very, often in fiction. The heroine--athletic, well-trained, <em>small</em>--is up against a big goon. What happens?<br /><br />Well, what usually happens in fiction is that the little girl wins. She executes kick after flawless kick to the big guy until he goes down hard. It's almost a reverse lock: in an action movie you can sometimes assume that the smaller and prettier the heroine, the more ass she will kick. And then there's Figure 1.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_frcqpMw_HI8MVixJmhBJwgU6niUgrongHnm-MB0rJggnK8B3la0ljUXNWEhGDULlbC_RozSAdAK9HltlW5cr6oC6VHpesElx1buAPJznLOgLzfSbi_UA6Qz34aruk3sdR4Af0XqftGG/s1600/ewoks+killing+stormtroopers.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469842196975794386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_frcqpMw_HI8MVixJmhBJwgU6niUgrongHnm-MB0rJggnK8B3la0ljUXNWEhGDULlbC_RozSAdAK9HltlW5cr6oC6VHpesElx1buAPJznLOgLzfSbi_UA6Qz34aruk3sdR4Af0XqftGG/s320/ewoks+killing+stormtroopers.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right">Figure 1: Shenanigans, Lucas!<br /><br /></div><div align="left">The sad truth of the matter is that a big, fast, well-trained person is going to beat a small, fast, well-trained person most of the time. Seeing as I weighed in at 70 1/2 kg today in the gym, I wish this weren't true but it is. That's why there are weight classes. </div><br /><br /><div align="left">Of course in a work of fiction anything can happen, right? Well no, not really. In fantasy anythign can happen. In fiction we at least ask for plausibility. So we've discussed writing the fight in two posts-- <a href="http://historicalmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/05/writing-fight-characters.html">one on character </a>and <a href="http://historicalmayhem.blogspot.com/2010/05/writing-fight-setting.html">one on outcome</a>. We haven't even gotten to techniques yet. So, suppose your character is a 50 kg firecracker in a skimpy bodice and she needs to defeat a twenty-stone (I know I'm mixing units.) deviant psycho. How are you going to write your way out of this one?<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I know what you're all thinking.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469837552433894674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNKDoDSg61z7obqnjL7aIqZII15RB10AYyCePrveSIDTeDeIe8O-h-0DL9kLLaXQMepwT3GPkwAbhKvKqJh3Y1qNoxGvCos2vgmAjv39ZLnzjmW8BW2E-wJAXJyIghVL8kZUIFQrMm9dC/s320/kick.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Fig. 2 -- What You're All Thinking</p><br /><p align="left">But is that really going to work? I think usually, no. Otherwise guys would kick each other in the nuts all the time. There would be entire martial arts with thousand-year histories devoted to the art of kicking another man in the balls. Don't think we don't do it because of some sense of honor. That's ridiculous. We don't do it because it's a low-probability strike and it doesn't do quite as much damage as you'd think. Yet in fiction, it's presented as the One Weakness that can bring down any big goon, just as long as the person trying it is sufficiently small and weak-looking enough to be allowed to stoop so low. </p><p align="left">Come to think of it, the Kick in the Balls is kind of like the thermal exhaust port (just below the main port) on the Death Star. It's an instant win, and it can only be accomplished by cute little bitty starfighters.</p><p align="left">But I still haven't told you how to get your 50kg lovely away from the goon. Look, all of the obvious things really can work. You just have to avoid making them cliche.</p><p align="left"><strong></strong></p><p align="left"><strong></strong></p><p align="left"><strong>I Know Kung Fu</strong> -- Superior training can do a lot, but it should help equalize a disparity in size rather than make your tiny ninja completely invincible (unless you're writing fantasy) Why not,</p><ul><li><div align="left">Actually let small size be a disadvantage! You know, let her get grabbed, even picked up off the ground. The goon's arms are longer--let him hit her a couple of times. It's not fair, it's frustrating, but it might be good fiction.</div></li><li><div align="left">Let the overdogs win sometimes. That builds credibility. At least in Episode IV the stormtroopers managed to slaughter some Alderanian marines and the Jawas.</div></li></ul><p align="left"><strong>A Weapon</strong> -- It can be lethal or not, intended or improvised. Even fingernails, keys, etc.</p><p align="left"><em>Cliches to avoid:</em> </p><ul><li><div align="left">"The goon is ALWAYS surprised by the weapon and goes down with one shot." Let the weapon equalize the fight but not end it. A weak arm swinging a baseball bat is still a weak arm. </div></li><br /><li><div align="left">"Every action hero or heroine is an expert in every stinking weapon." I'd like to see some unfamiliarity--like a sword expert forced to adapt her techniques when all she's got is a lawn chair.</div></li></ul><p align="left"><strong>An Ally</strong> -- The cavalry to the rescue! This one is pretty straightforward. </p><br /><p align="left"><em>The classic cliche:</em></p><ul><li><div align="left">In the Nick of Time" Well, of course they have to be in time. Just please, no ridiculous delays. If the audience is yelling "why doesn't he just shoot her already?" then you've missed your mark.</div></li></ul><p><strong>Go for a Soft Spot!</strong> -- The eyes, face and yes the infamous Ball Kick</p><p align="left"><em>Cliches to avoid:</em></p><ul><li><div align="left"><em>"A direct hit starts a chain reaction that destroys..." </em>Why not have that ball kick miss, or just not be effective, and the heroine has to try something else?</div></li><br /><li><div align="left"><em>"The bad guy is never expecting it"</em> Why not have her set up the Soft Spot hit rather than go straight for it? Flail around at his head with that lawn chair and THEN go for the nuts. Please, just ANYTHING but the Unstoppable Lethal Ball Kick.</div></li></ul><strong>Didn't Bring the 'A' Game</strong> (<em>thanks to Jessica--I added this after her comment)</em><br /><div align="left"></div><p>Right--so, what if the Goon isn't trying as hard as the teensy hero? </p><p><em>The classic cliche:</em></p><ul><li><em>Fatal Overconfidence:</em> "Ha! I could just shoot you with my bazooka, but that wouldn't be sporting! Instead I will tie one hand behind my back and give you this spear." In my opinion this sort of thing is moustache-twirling on a grand scale, an <a href="http://www.eviloverlord.com/">Evil Overlord</a> level blunder. If it's a fight with lethal consequences then the bad guy should "just shoot her" unless there's a good reason not to.</li></ul><p><em>Better Ideas:</em> Both of these fall under the heading of "Differing Goals", which we established in "Settings"</p><ul><li><em>I didn't know you were serious about this!:</em> Goon only wants to teach the little girl a lesson, and doesn't think he needs to hurt her to do it. But little girl puts all 50kg on the goon's kneecap, and breaks it. This reminds me of one of my favorite Heinlein quotes: "Never frighten a small man. He'll kill you."</li><li><em>"There's one! Set for stun!"</em> The goons need to capture the Princess alive, but she has no<br />qualms about whacking a few Stormtroopers before they do. </li></ul><div align="left"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipypMULPee6Bb6yXSK12I-6YKHOoKyeJiGVwmrKBIiPGYCC_uSH6qKYnt6gCSqfefsvOTaedrFBVQ2XIhBbLT_ysWKomFmUeKJsm0RJh9OYa1t_S4Ghs0Xpq4tOmxkT-6QKJYsEAXrlqnq/s1600/ewoks+killing+stormtroopers.jpg"></a>Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12397530477434680079noreply@blogger.com4