Thursday, June 14, 2012

Winter is coming...

There are so many different versions of this cover...some of them better than the others.  This is the one I bought; I don't like covers that come from TV/Movie adaptations, if I can avoid them.
    I started reading Game of Thrones, which is the first book of The Song of Ice and Fire series, about three weeks ago.  It's quite a honker (sci-fi/fantasy novels usually are, you know) at over 800 pages.  Definitely not a quick read, and I am definitely not a quick reader, so it was even slower going for me than it might have been for most.  I finished it this past Sunday.

   I've read my fair share of fantasy in my time.  I love fantasy and sci-fi the most of all genre's, but I have a hard time finding good works, so I read various other fictions more often.  I try to stay away from the section of Barnes & Noble's that has all the Dragon Lance books and other such collections: those books are all about war and sex and power and love and tend to have the same plot and the writing is not usually all that good.

   My boyfriend read Game of Thrones and we went to Barnes & Noble's together a day or so before graduation and he was buying Clash of Kings (the second book) and he sort of talked me into buying Game of Thrones (I was in a book-buying mood, and it was only $9, so I didn't need much convincing) but I wasn't really interested in it until I got into it.  I had already set myself against it, as just another book about war and sex with uninspired characters and a boring plot.  But then I met Tyrion Lannister.

   Tyrion is not exactly a good guy--the Lannisters are easy to hate as a group, and as far as I can tell, they are the main antagonists--but what I love about him, and so The Song of Fire and Ice in general, is that he's not exactly a bad guy, either.  Almost everyone in SoF&I garners my praise one minute and my hatred the next.  Tyrion is a "dwarf" (think Warwick Davis, not Gimli) so most everyone either is repulsed by him or discounts him as being human at all.  He says at one point, "All dwarves are bastards in their fathers' eyes," which pretty much sums up his relationship with daddy Tywin Lannister.  Tyrion cares about those people he meets who are like him; spurned by the world for something they can't control, even if they're not friendly with the Lannisters (and very few of the main characters are).  He designs a saddle for the crippled son of Lord Eddard Stark, even though Eddard, his wife Catelyn, and their son Robb are all pretty anti-Tyrion for various reasons.  Because of his actions, his thoughts (he's pretty clever), and his wit ("Dwarfs don’t have to be tactful. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head") make him pretty likable, all things considered.  But then you remember his Lannister loyalties and you get a little conflicted...

   Likewise, Eddard Stark is the pro-est of the protagonists in the first book, and he's clearly the epitome of a "good man."  When he, as a Lord, orders someone to be executed, he believes it's his duty to kill them himself.  He believes he owes it to them.  And he eventually goes to work for the King and urges him to take up the same policy.  He believes there is a line to be drawn in war, and that it is suitable to die in order to preserve your own honor.  Frankly, though he's a sympathetic character, he's stupid sometimes, and of the many times that I wanted to put the book down and stop reading out of frustration, most of them had to do with Eddard Stark.  But even with his stupidities, you want him to win, because you know he's right.

   The result of all of this is that, when reading SoI&F, one does not wish for Good to triumph over Evil.  There are very few characters on either side that can be divided clearly down those lines.  Instead, I find myself cheering on specific characters, noticing the good and evil in every action, and, more often than not, forgetting the whole good/evil dichotomy entirely.  I love that.  It feels way more real that way, and far less contrived.

   And the writing does not suck like so much of the fantasy genre does.  There are those cringey moments where Martin describes in detail the clothes someone is wearing or the food that someone is eating, and most of the names are nigh unpronounceable so that, for the first half of the book, the reader is struggling to keep Tyrion, Tywin, and Tyrell apart, and trying to remmeber which Rickon, Eddard, Robert, or Brandon they're talking about.  But Tolkien's writing wasn't exactly streamlined and straight-forward, and everyone, including me, hails his works as the first generation of High Fantasy.

   That's another thing SoI&F has going for it: the fantasy isn't too hard to relate to.  Martin himself says that he took as much inspiration from historical novels as he did from fantasy novels, and the effect is obvious and positive.  The magic, ethereal, other worldly stuff in SoI&F is pretty low key: there are legends and superstitions and gods and blood oaths and stuff, but any straight up magic stuff is introduced gradually enough that it's neither too complicated nor too unbelievable.  This is a huge stumbling block for me when reading world-building fantasies: when the fantasy has to be explicitly explained to be enjoyed, the explanation had better be worth my time to read, and so often it is not.


When you play the game of thrones, either you win or you die.

I would recommend this book to anyone who...

- Enjoys high fantasy
- Likes medieval-esque historical literature
- Wants to watch the HBO TV show (read the book first!)
- Reads fast or has a lot of empty time coming up (i.e. plane flights from California to Australia and the like)

On a related note, I listened to the audio book a bit and, as a self-proclaimed audio-book connoisseur, I grade it a solid "Not-Annoying."  The reader does the voices well enough so that you can tell people apart without hating everyone, and he catches the tone of the narrative pretty well too.

Until next time,
--Mary

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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Beauty is my power.

   Last weekend, I saw Snow White and the Huntsman.  I am unabashedly disillusioned with K-Stew's acting skills, and fairy tales bug me for the most part these days, but I went to see the movie anyway.  When I saw trailers for it, it looked like it was going to be an interesting retelling of the story, and I do like revisions of familiar works, if only for the appeal of unexpected novelty. I read somewhere the sentence, "People tend to remember fondly what's familiar," which, while having its many exceptions, has rung true for me more often than not when I've been paying attention.  I figured Snow White and the Huntsman would have some of that going for it.  As well as some jazzy special effects and some epic action sequences; can't forget those.

   While I sat through this movie, though, I did not get pulled into it, like I was expecting to.  You know what I mean: when you're watching a good movie, especially when you're in a theater, it's possible to simply lose yourself in the story.  When I went to see The King's Speech for the first time, I was in York, England, and when I walked out of the theater, I couldn't remember out where I was.  (Part of that might have been that, having just arrived in York a week or so before, I really didn't know where I was.)  When I left The Avengers, I felt vaguely heroic, and I felt a strange urge to get into my boyfriend's car through the window.  Those are the sort of movies I really like.  I mean, I'll take a good Charlie Wilson's War or Crash even, where you're thoughts and actions are your own, just more thoughtful than they were before you entered the theater, but the ones I want to go back and see before they hit DVD are the ones that sort of wrap you up in a cocoon of this unknown world.  Call me escapist.  It wouldn't be the first time.

   SWatH did none of that.  In fact, all it really did was confuse me.  Disbelief unsuccessfully suspended.

Why didn't the queen kill Snow White when she was a kid? 

Instead, she locked her in a tower for somewhere around a decade and didn't let anyone go in to see her.  Seems like a deus ex stupida to me, and those are easily worse than the machina ones.

What is the political structure of this kingdom?

There's a King/Queen, and, not very far away, there's a Duke.  But once the King is gone, they are openly at odds with each other...and they are the only two forces...I just don't remember any kind of feudalism that works this way, real or fictional.

How does everyone know what the lost princess looks like?

If she really has been locked in a tower for 8ish years by my estimation, and she really wasn't allowed any visitors, and this really is a world without Twitter, why is it that every guard in the palace knows who she is?  Why is it that the Duke recognized her on sight, having last seen her when she was prepubescent?  How did those faux-Amazonian women know who she was?  And then, weirdest of all, when all of these people have found a way to be all Kate-Middleton about this girl, why does the Huntsman have to be told who she is?

Why is Snow White worth money to anyone but the Queen?

There are people who like her, and some of those people are rich, but considering they thought she was dead, I don't know why they'd fork over money to people who saved her life without any warning.  She keeps saying, "I'm quite valuable!" and even once offers to pay someone for their protection...but she can't possibly have any money, and how can she be sure that anyone cares enough about her to pay for her safety?  Especially given that, as a princess and someone who's been locked away from the world for most of her life, she doesn't really understand how money works anyway.

   There are other questions I have, but they are more spoiler-tastic, so I'd rather leave them for a less in-your-face place (because, though it is a fairy tale, so you presumably know the gist of the ending, there are some details you might now know).  If you want to talk about the movie more, leave a comment and I'll definitely respond.


   I've read some reviews that talk about how this movie is feminist because the moral is that a the power a woman can gain power through the strength of her character is worth more than that which she can get by her outward beauty.  I don't think I buy that.  While I personally think K-Stew has some weird eyebrow things going on and looks cross-eyed a lot (on purpose or not, I don't know...) I still think she fits into the category of American-flavored beauty: slender, tallish (but not too tall) nice hair (when it's clean), good skin, etc. And coming out of the Twilight saga, it's obvious that the majority of the people who consider K-Stew an actress also consider her to be outwardly beautiful.  I guess no one would try to argue that she's prettier than Charlize Theron, though...  So it's kind of hard to tell, really, how much power Snow White actually got through her inner strength, although I guess I can see how the movie tries to prove that.

   I guess it could just be that I'm bitter about how bad Hollywood is at letting people be something other than model-pretty.  But I shouldn't fault SWatH for that; this movie's just a symptom of that epidemic.

   There were good parts about this movie.  The writing was not one of them, and lo and behold, neither was K-Stew.  However, I did like Charlize Theron as the queen, and Sam Spruell did pretty well with what he was given.  I felt bad for Chris Hemsworth: I can't decide if I liked him or not because his role was so...stupid.  I mean, his character was supposed to be a bit dumb for a while there, and his human complexity was somewhat stifled by his inclusion in the really awkward love-triangle, and I can't figure out if the reason I want to say he was good in the movie was because I liked him in Thor and The Avengers.


   Yeah.  This movie was mostly a dud.  I wouldn't recommend spending too much money on it.


   One fun part that I did honestly enjoy was how much this



reminded me of this


And anything that reminds me of Whoopi Goldberg makes me smile.  See earlier unreferenced philosophical assertion.

I would not recommend this movie.

Sorry, K-Stew.  If you want my endorsement next time, try not to be so awkward on camera.


On a related note, I would also not recommend this review, unless you want to seethe in futility at the ignorance therein.

--Mary

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Friday, June 8, 2012

If we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it.

Clearly, not all Avengers were created equal. Also, clearly, not all fans of the Avengers are created equal.
   I saw The Avengers with my boyfriend on Memorial Day, and I wouldn't bring it up so long after the fact except that...well...I loved it, and I feel the need to tell you all about it.

   I wasn't into "comic" books as a kid, probably due either to society's boy-gender bias towards the phenomenon, or because I was too busy with Harry Potter and Pokemon, and my brothers weren't into it.  But whatever the reason, I am unwilling to count it a loss: I loved my childhood just the way it was and I am fully capable of enjoying the slew of Marvel movies coming out recently without having read the preceding comics.

   Watching these movies does make me wish I had the time/lack of inhibitions to read the old comics, though.  I've tried a couple times since I saw Iron Man for the first time when it came out in 2008, but I'm afraid I've reached that unfortunate stage of "enlightenment" where suspended disbelief is harder and harder to pull off.  (I really hope it's a phase I'll grow out of; it's keeping me from re-enjoying Star Trek: TNG, too).

   I've seen Iron Man 1 and 2 and Thor, but never got around to seeing Captain America or any of the Hulks, mostly because I heard bad things about them.  I loved the Iron Mans because I love technology and I love the way Robert Downey, Jr. plays Tony Stark and I'll always take a good dose of Gwyneth Paltrow.  I enjoyed Thor when I watched it a second time, because it verges on too cheesy for my taste and I had to get past that to enjoy it.  Originally, before I went to see The Avengers, I jokingly referred to it as Iron Man 3 because he was the only reason I was as interested in it as I was.  But now that I've seen it, I realize that Iron Man really is only a part of it, and I don't mind.

   So, who's my favorite avenger, you ask?  Well, that's probably a close contest between the Black Widow and Iron Man.  But my favorite character in the movie was definitely Loki.


   Yes, I will admit, part of it is Tom Hiddleston's winning smile.  But I also like that, as he is in Thor, Loki is not what I think of as a "comic book" villain.  He's motivated by more than just a lust for power or even his cosmic Daddy issues.  He likes messing with people, and he's jealous of his brother, and he doesn't know who he is or where his inheritance lies.  Like any real person, his reasons for being the way he is are multi-faceted, and maybe even he doesn't entirely understand them.

   But the Black Widow is epic in more ways than one, so let's not forget about her.

   Joss Whedon directed this movie and at least worked on the screenplay.  When my boyfriend saw his names come up in the credits, he said, "Oh, so that's why the dialogue was so good."  I'm not sure that I 100% agree (there were a few cringe moments for me) but I do appreciate that it must have been quite a challenge to turn all those main characters who had had their own movies into co-stars and keep everyone sane and happy.  And Whedon's team did it fantastically, I think.  I definitely think there were one or two characters who took center stage more than the others, but not to the point where it became their movie, and I was sufficiently impressed.

I would highly recommend this movie to anyone who

  • has seen and enjoyed the other recent Marvel movies
  • isn't too fussed about demolishing half of New York city
  • hasn't yet seen the Marvel movies because they're afraid of them being cheesy


--Mary

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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

There are no separations

A new(ish) graphic novel by the author of Blankets.  Blankets is also a good book...but I should probably read it again before I write a review of it.
   On Monday I managed to pull myself together enough to run a bunch of errands, including a trip to the library, where I had a couple of books on hold ready to pick up.  One was Do Not Ask What Good We Do (which I found via John Stewart and have yet to finish reading, so that book review will have to wait) and the other was Habibi by Craig Thompson.  While it looks like a chunky book that would take a while to read, it's a graphic novel, so its size is deceptive.

   Craig Thompson wrote Blankets, which was a graphic memoir that focused on his teenaged years and his struggles with the Christian church, his family, and love.  I read that back in 2009; it was really my introduction to the genre of graphic novels or comics*.

   Craig Thompson also came to Calvin College's Festival of Faith and Writing, and a friend of mine was his point person, so I heard a little bit about Habibi from her and from the other volunteers at the Festival.  And I mean a little bit; I learned that it existed, that it had a handsome cover, and that people whose literary taste I trusted had liked it.

But when I'm near a well-stocked library and I have a whole summer full of nothing but time (or so I'm going to keep telling myself) that's all I need to know about a book before I read it.


(c) Craig Thompson
As far as Habibi's merit as a work of visual art, there's almost no question that it is as astounding as it is mesmerizing.  There are pages, like those pictured to the right, covered almost entirely by ink, and all of it is stylized and beautiful and, beyond that, intentional.  I mean, it's one thing if a someone who knows art really well, studies it for a living or for an engrossing hobby notices the symbols and purpose in the composition of a graphic novel.  But when someone who only understands visual symbolism with passing amateurism notices and appreciates them, you know you've done your job well.  The art in Habibi is both accessible and, according to my more visually-inclined friends, sophisticated.  That's a hard balance to maintain.
 
   The narrative itself is engaging in the way it navigates the realms of the real, the abstract, and the myth.  In a way, the story felt almost like an extended stream-of-consciousness in the way it related the past and the present and the stories of the two main characters, Zam and Dodola

(c) Craig Thompson   The art helped define this, through recurring images and styles.  After only one read-through, I haven't completely unpacked all the complexities of the relationship between the visual art and the narrative.  But while reading, I did notice some.  The narrative uses Arabic script as both a visual art and written art, connecting the appearance of characters, words, and phrases to the visual world of the story, as you can see to the left.  Likewise, the history of the written language itself, the power reading and writing grant to Zam and Dodola, and the fluid and changing meanings of certain words and phrases are all important elements of the story.  Also, the art and narrative work together to pair elements from nature together with elements of human sexuality, such as a male eunuch with a tree stump whose roots are still intact and functional, or the use of hot sand as purity.

The actual story, one of Zam and Dodola who have their childhoods stolen from them by the slave trade and fight to stay together and stay isolated from the more painful aspects of their society, is both heartbreaking and heartwarming.  It's interspersed with folk and religious stores from Arab/Muslim culture, as Dodola tells stories to Zam and others.  There are questions of religion and faith, of relationships and mutual mis/understanding, of connection and lack thereof to the natural world.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone who

  • has read and enjoyed Blankets, Curses, or David Small.
  • doesn't have a weak stomach regarding nudity and sexually explicit narratives and images
  • has a cursory understanding of Islam or an interest in topics related to it
  • wants a quick and wonderful introduction to the world of "comics"
Find it at your local library today.  Or, if you're that guy, go ahead and buy it.  It's cheaper than I thought it would be...

--Mary

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*According to my research, the term "graphic" and its use as a modifier for the words novel or memoir is not 100% accepted by the authors and critics involved in the arena of works of art in hybrid forms of visual and written expression.  It's all very confusing, and evidently has a lot to do with the perception of the term "comic" as juvenile and various groups' motivation to either distance themselves from it or reclaim it.  So, for the purposes of this blog, I'm going to refer to  any book in this genre by the term the author uses, or else use the word "comic" in quotes...like I just did.  Good.  I'm glad we had this talk.