Sabtu, 28 Juli 2007

A post in praise of post

This post isn't about much at all, except post. Sorry.

I know it's unwise to begin with an apology, but on this occasion it needs to be said. You need to be aware, in case you're expecting something else. This way, when you get to the end---if you get to the end---and say, "All you've written about is post," then I can say: "Yeah, told you so."

009It's just a celebration, that's all.

I love receiving post. All post. Even bills, if there's nothing else. I don't discriminate too much. But especially parcels. Parcels are best.

A childish delight, which I feel no need to leave behind.

The arrival of a parcel is the thing I anticipate most when ordering books, DVDs, whatever, through the mail. I could easily become a mail-order junkie.

And Friday was a bumper day. One of the biggest hits in yonks. Better even than the lead-up to Christmas or a birthday. No letters, but three sizeable packages waiting to be opened.

The first was a book of course (and I'm now beginning to think I don't mind it so much when a bookshop can't supply a book and I've got to order it online, even Justice_birdthough I'm forking out the postage): In Search of Adam by Caroline Smailes. Will start this in a week or so, because I'm engrossed in Jon Haylett's Cry of the Justice Bird at the moment. Am half-way through Justice Bird and loving it. It's hard to put the book down---fast-paced, action-packed, great descriptions, and so 'visual' I reckon it'd make a tremendous film---but I'm having to limit myself or I'll have no eyes left because I've got a few books on the go at work at the moment (Scott Anderson's excellent Triage, Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time and Sophocles' Oedipus Rex).

The second parcel was a package of trees to replace a couple I had to take down recently: another olive, a lime, a pomegranate. I spent yesterday planting them out. They might take, they might not. Some do, some don't. We're close to the sea and our soil isn't flash. It's a matter of trial and error.

The third parcel was a box of cabernet merlot from Margaret River---a wonderful wine and cheese producing area in Western Australia. But then all Australian wine is good. (Aside: I'm hoping that someone important from the Australian tourism industry or wine-making industry might read this post and offer to make me the 'Face of Australian Wine'. Not because I look like a wino, but because I say good things about Australian wine. As part of the deal, they'd send me a box of wine every week or so ... through the post, of course ... for as long as I remained coherent and said good things about our very excellent wine without growing to look too much like a wino.)

Talking of winos and post, finished reading Charles Bukowski's Post Office. The closing sentences of this book are some of the best closing lines in the history of fiction, I believe. I know it's a big claim, but I've been going around chanting them for a fortnight, enjoying the rhythm of the words and haven't got sick of them yet. Was going to quote them here, but thought that might be a spoiler, not that they give too much away in the sense of knowing who dies in Harry Potter and who doesn't, but Bukowski obviously wanted to wrap his novel up with those fine, final words and I'm not going to subvert that. As Gary pointed out in a comment to an earlier post, if you like Hunter S.Thompson, the chances are you'll like Post Office.

For three years I worked in the Post Office. In London and Cardiff. Maybe I worked there because of my early addiction to receiving post, the same way a junkie might aspire to becoming a chemist. Maybe I thought working amongst all that mail would be like receiving heaps and heaps of parcels everyday. It wasn't. But I'm not allowed to say anymore about working for The Royal Mail because when I quit I had to sign the Official Secrets Act (yes, really, no kidding), promising not to divulge any information I'd learnt whilst in its employ ... like the price of a first class stamp, I suppose. Stuff like that. So Mailboxmy lips are sealed; I don't want to be charged with treason.

Ssh. Maybe I've said too much already. Don't relish sewing mailbags.

Hope the postie doesn't get sick. Hope my mailbox doesn't stop working. Reckon I'd cold turkey after three days without post. Hmm, post. Told you so.

Jumat, 20 Juli 2007

Harry Potter? Bah! Humbug!

It may not be as big as Christmas or New Year, but there’s no doubt about it---love it or hate it---it’s BIG.

Yes, it’s H.P. day ... and it’s global.

I wasn’t planning on posting about it, but it’s even infected me. And I say that because I reckon I’m immune (or resistant) to hype generally, and to dear old Harry in particular. I read the first book and may have started the second, and have enjoyed the films’ special effects well enough, but I’m no fan of the writing style J.K.R has adopted here for the same reason I never enjoyed most of Enid Blyton’s writing either (although definitely a fan of the Noddy books, which managed to scare and thrill me whenever Noddy's misadventures took him into the forest at night). All the same, I’ve got to admit I’m a fan of the J.K.Rowling/Harry Potter phenomenon. Love it.

Although many people look at me askance and some have even taken a step sideways when I’ve admitted I don’t like H.P. (as if they might be accused of associating with a heretic, as if I’ve denied the existence of god or, god forbid, declared myself a vegetarian), I relish the fact that here’s a book published for both children and adults, that people are ready to queue for, to spend decent money on, to jump into freezing lakes for, and that, beyond all else, has made reading a cool activity for one and all. All this.

My twenty-three year old daughter, home for a few days, had one question for me before she brought her train ticket: “Dad, do you think I’ll be able to get hold of a copy of Harry Potter?” And the first thing she did this morning was head into town to our tiny bookshop. There was no advertising on the window, no placard on the pavement inviting Potter fans to step inside, no copies of Deathly Hallows on the shelves, and she had to ask the owner if he had any to sell.

The hysteria surrounding the security of the book, the contracts demanding that none are released prematurely, makes itself felt in different ways I guess.

Our local bookseller mumbled something, reached under the counter and brought out a copy in a brown paper bag. He also slipped her a piece of folded paper. It had more the feel of a drug deal than a book purchase, but regardless of this she got the goods and is now ploughing through it. Has made page 190 as I post this. (And the piece of folded paper? A 20% discount off her next purchase. Good on him.)

In Canberra, where the temperature recently has hovered around 2 degrees, a man was so distraught when his Deathly Hallows reservation receipt blew into Lake Burley Griffin that he jumped in after it. Way to go! Unfortunately, when he was fished out, he’d failed to retrieve his receipt and was suffering from hypothermia and acute distress. To help him calm down apparently, a hospital doctor rang the bookshop to make sure they’d honour his lost receipt.

This all begs one question: What’s going to happen in the future? We might slightly change the way we celebrate Christmas or New Year from one year to the next, but we know they’ll come round again, sure as eggs is eggs. And as sure as golden eggs are golden eggs, isn’t it likely that someone somewhere will be desperately looking to repeat the phenomenon and introduce us soon to the next J.K.Rowling, the next Harry Potter? I hope so. I really do. Despite the hype. Because, whatever the genre, whatever the style, I love the fact that the publication of a book can create such a stir, and that someone will jump into a lake for the sake of a book. Good on you, J.K.

Sabtu, 14 Juli 2007

Hi-ho, hi-ho...

Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's back to work I go.



After a fortnight's winter break, I've got to set the alarm again, pack a cut lunch, stop swearing so frequently, and get use to cramming all my writing, reading, messing about, etc, etc, into the late evenings and weekends.  Hi-ho, ho-hum.



*bites knuckles.  stifles sob*



Oh well, look at the positives: food on the table, wine in the glass, money to buy books ... and I enjoy the people I work with (staff and students)---perhaps because we operate on a similar frequency of insanity.  Can't be too bad, eh?



Anyway, just to help with getting over those back-to-work blues (*fades in strumming 12 bar blues on trusty air guitar*), thought I might post a couple of funnies that have been shared with me recently.



The first from my brother, who tolerated my ranting about conceptual art recently, about which he knows a world more than me.  (In the name of nepotism, click here to access his website!)  Although I'm no Luddite and regard my PC as one of my favourite toys, and have always managed most books quite well, I love this sketch and am still wondering why I identify so strongly with the idiot!  Click to view 'Introducing the Book'.



Secondly, because there's little like a witty insult to evoke a wry smile (unless you're the recipient), thought I'd list the following, which a friend e-mailed to me a couple of weeks back (thanks, Martin):



"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire."  (Winston Churchill)







"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."  (Clarence Darrow)







"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary." (William Faulkner about Ernest Hemingway)







"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."  (Groucho Marx)







"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it."  (Mark Twain)







"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends." (Oscar Wilde)







"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend ... if you have one."  (George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill; followed by:)



"Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend second, if there is one." (Winston Churchill to George Bernard Shaw)







"I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here."  (Stephen Bishop)







"He is a self-made man and worships his creator."  (John Bright)







"I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial."  (Irvin S. Cobb)







"He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others."  (Samuel Johnson)







"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up."  (Paul Keating)







"He had delusions of adequacy."  (Walter Kerr)







"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?"  (Mark Twain)







"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork."  (Mae West)







"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go."  (Oscar Wilde)





Hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho.

Selasa, 10 Juli 2007

On the shelf (or thereabouts)

Recently finished Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs and Baber's Apple by Michael Marr.  I don't often laugh out loud when I'm reading, but Baber's Apple caught me out (deliciously) a number of times.  Loved the unique Babers_apple_and_running_with_sciss voice of Beulah, Baber's alter-ego, and the opportunities this device provided for getting into his head in an often hilarious way.  Baber completes a number of journeys, apart from his whacky adventure around Kazakhstan, and it was one of those books I didn't particularly want to end---to draw out the pleasure a bit longer---but became keen to see how everything would be resolved.  The book's moving around the family at the moment, and I reckon it's going to look pretty dog-eared by the end of its own journey, which is always a good sign.



Wasn't so keen on Running with Scissors, and only persevered with it because I'd been asked to read it.  Not because I found it too confronting, but because I found it too deliberately confronting ... to the extent that I got bored (or possibly desensitised) with each new excess.  I don't often read memoir and might've made the mistake of expecting there to be a similar exploration of character growth/insight through the experiences described that I'd look for in most novels.  The intention might have been to let each scene speak for itself, but I was left feeling that I didn't really know the young Augusten Burroughs any better at the end of the book than I did at the beginning---but didn't care either.



Books_on_estuarySometimes I find myself reading a few books at the same time and at the moment I've got three on the go: The Angel Makers by Jessica Gregson, Post Office by Charles Bukowski and A Blues for Shindig by Mo Foster.  (Yeah, yeah, I'm working my way through all the PaperBooks titles, and why not?)   Am almost at the end of The Angel Makers; close enough to say I've thoroughly enjoyed it, that I've found it compelling, and that the character of Sari is very hard not to sympathise with, if not empathise with.  When Siân read it---she grabbed it first---she was visibly tense at times, as she moved from one page to the next!  There's engagement!



Burning_bright_001 Have got Tracy Chevalier's Burning Bright on the to-be-read pile.  Enjoyed Girl with a Pearl Earring, and have heard mixed reviews about Burning Bright, but I'm a fan of William Blake who features in this novel, so am looking forward to getting into it and making up my own mind.



And lastly, one of my prize acquisitions recently has been a copy of Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase & Fable.  Every once in a while I discover a reference book that I make excuses for buying and enjoy placing on my bookshelf, and this is the latest additon.  It's got a wonderful collection of information---too much to describe here---and even covers 'First lines in fiction', with over 150 first lines cited.  Here, and in honour of everyone who finds sentences in nineteenth century novels a little unwieldy at times, is the first sentence from The Brewers_phrase_fable_001Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas:



'On the 20th of August, 1672, the city of the Hague, always so lively, so neat, and so trim that one might believe every day to be Sunday, with its shady park, with its tall trees, spreading over its Gothic houses, with its canals like large mirrors, in which its steeples and its almost Eastern cuppolas are reflected, -- the city of the Hague, the capital of the Seven United Provinces, was swelling in all its arteries with a black and red stream of hurried, panting, and restless citizens, who, with their knives in their girdles, muskets on their shoulders, or sticks in their hands, were pushing on to the Buytenhof, a terrible prison, the grated windows of which are still shown, where, on the charge of attempted murder preferred against him by the surgeon Tyckelaer, Cornelius de Witt, the brother of the Grand Pensionary of Holland was confined.'



Phew!



To finish with, found my way to Harriet Devine's blog the other day.  Was particularly interested by her comments on Louisa May Alcott (Little Women, Good Wives) because one of my students has been researching Rose in Bloom recently, but then I got well and truly caught up in her other literary adventures.  A blog well worth a visit.

Alex McAulay - His Book "Bad Girls" Was Optioned For Film By MTV





Welcome to “Up Close & Personal.” For every interview I will be introducing a literary personality discussing his views and insights, as well as upcoming literary events around the world.

Today’s interview is with Alex McAulay, author of Bad Girls and Lost Summer. 'Bad Girls' was optioned for film by MTV.

EI: Would you share some early insight into who you were as a teenager? What were you like? Please tell us more about Alex McAulay -- the man behind the author.


A. McAulay: As a teenager, I was primarily interested in playing in a rock band. I formed a band with some friends from high school (we were called Vegetarian Meat--which was truly the worst band name we could think of). We got a record contract with a label in New York City when I was 17, and throughout college, we continued to release albums and tour.

EI: Do you enjoy writing? What is it about this art form that enchants you the most? Why have you chosen to write in the genre in which you write?

A. McAulay: I love writing, because I'm able to tell different stories and inhabit different worlds. Writing a book for me is like entering into some kind of dream or sustained hallucination.

EI: Could you describe your path that leads you to publication--any stumble along the way? Is there anything about you that you would do differently, knowing what you do now?

A. McAulay: I got very lucky when it came to getting my first novel published. I had no contacts or connections, and no clue where to send the manuscript once it was completed. I wrote a letter to a local author who had written a novel that I liked. He was generous enough to agree to read part of manuscript, and submit it to his agent. His agent liked it, signed me as a client, and sold the novel a few weeks later.

EI: Was there a central theme that you wanted readers to grasp?

A. McAulay: That the world can be harsh, and beautiful. And that there are no easy answers or solutions. Right and wrong are just illusions.

EI: Are there any kid or teen books rocked your world while growing up? And why?

A. McAulay: Lord of the Flies, Catcher in the Rye, Ender's Game, House of Stairs, Carrie, Pet Semetary, The Stand, The Talisman, among many others.

EI: How do you imagine audience as you are writing? Do you try to do character development, chapter outlines, various novel-related brainstorming? Do you have sheets of newsprint covered in a story boards all over your walls?

A. McAulay: It depends on the book. For my first novel, Bad Girls, I had no outline or synopsis--I just wrote a couple pages every day and let the book guide me. For my second novel, Lost Summer, and my third novel, Oblivion Road, I worked off a brief 8 page outline that was little more than a general plot summary. The books are like experiments, or journeys for me, so it's fun to just go with the flow. My goal is to entertain and challenge both my audience and myself.

EI: Let’s shift gears here for a second... let’s talk about 'Caitlin Ross' the protagonist in your novel ‘Lost Summer.’ How much of Caitlin planned out in your head? How do you know where you will go next with her character?

A. McAulay: Caitlin is based on a girl my wife and I observed when we were camping on Ocracoke Island in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I had a glimpse of her for perhaps thirty seconds, but that was enough. I immediately began constructing an entire "reality" and story for her. The book was finished six months later.

EI: What was your biggest challenge and obstacle while writing and creating 'Caitlin and Luke?' Did you work them out in advance, or did they evolve as you wrote the story? Are any of the characters in the story actually based on real people in your life?

A. McAulay: Caitlin and her brother Luke felt very "real" to me. It was as though I was overhearing their dialogue and transcribing it. It felt like I was decribing a movie I had seen, or some strange dream I had once had. They seemed to naturally evolve as I wrote the story.

EI: How did you develop or come up with the idea of 'Bad Girls?' What inspired you to write this book? What about writing for teens appealed to you?

A. McAulay: I wrote Bad Girls because I thought it would be interesting to write an all-girl version of Lord of the Flies (which is a book with no female characters in it). I was also interested in the idea of these "teen boot camps" for troubled kids, which really just seemed to be places that wealthy parents sent their problem children to get rid of them. So I just fused the ideas together, and wrote about a teen girl boot camp in the wilderness.

EI: If you were allowed total control of the Hollywood version of 'Lost Summer' who would be in it? And in your opinion who do you think should direct?

A. McAulay: I admire edgy actors who take challenging roles, such as Jena Malone, Amber Heard, and Evan Rachel Wood. I would love to cast Henry Rollins as Adler, the sadistic male guard who runs the wilderness camp. In terms of directors, I would vote for Jonathan Levine, who directed a brilliant and unusual thriller for The Weinstein Company called "All the Boys Love Mandy Lane" (it hasn't been released yet, but I was lucky enough to see it through a friend of mine who works at a talent agency--it's excellent).

EI: What is a typical work day schedule when you are in full writing mode? Would you tell us a little about your process for editing, revising, and novel development? How long did it take you to write ‘Bad Grils’ including the time it took to research the book?

A. McAulay: I only write very late at night (between 10pm-3am). When I'm writing a book, I write every day until the book is done, and then I take a break. Bad Girls took about 3 months of writing, and then 3 months of editing.

EI: As a first time fiction writer, do you feel more pressure, feel insecurities fade away or are you able to separate all that from your own creative process?

A. McAulay: I feel very, very lucky to be able to write full-time. I feel a constant sense of pressure to keep up the level of quality and inventiveness in the books, but I think that pressure and stress can be very positive motivators.

EI: What's up next? Is there another book in the works? What can you share with us?

A. McAulay: My third novel, OBLIVION ROAD, is being released Nov. 13 of this year by MTV/Pocket Books. I am also working on a screenplay, because I recently moved to Los Angeles, and it seems like the thing to do.

EI: Mr. McAulay , thank you for contributing to my blog. It has been a pleasure for me to get to know you, and your work a little better. Would you like to end your interview with a writing tip or advice for young aspiring writers?

A. McAulay: My only advice is to read as many good books as possible. Some of my current favorites are: The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles, The Beach by Alex Garland, The Magus by John Fowles, and The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

To learn more about Alex McAulay, please visit him at:
http://www.alexmcaulay.com/
http://alexmcaulay.livejournal.com/
http://www.myspace.com/alexmcaulay

Photo of Mr. McAulay (BW) By Elizabeth McAulay, Los Angeles, CA.

Rabu, 04 Juli 2007

Neal Shusterman - Award-Winning Author, Screenwriter & Television Writer For X-File











Welcome to “Up Close & Personal.” For every interview I will be introducing a literary personality discussing his views and insights, as well as upcoming literary events around the world.

Today’s interview is with Neal Shusterman. His book ‘Everlost’ is currently being adapted for a feature film by UNIVERSAL STUDIOS. His bestseller book ‘The Schwa Was Here’ is being made into a DISNEY CHANNEL MOVIE. Mr. Shusterman has also written episodes of the popular Goosebumps television series as well as Nickelodeon series, Animorph.

EI: Would you share some early insight into who you were as a teenager with your fans? What were you like as a teen? Please tell us more about Neal Shusterman -- the man behind the author.

NS: I guess I was a pretty typical teenager. As a student, I was kind of a self-sabotaging over-achiever. I always did good work – but always managed to turn it in a day late – or write everything but the writing prompt. I did well in classes where I liked the teacher, and poorly in ones that I didn’t regardless of the subject. I was always into creative things – art, writing, music, acting. Athletically, I kind of missed the boat when it came to most team sports, but excelled at tennis, and swimming. I went on to swim in college. It was during college that I really got interested in writing stories for teenagers, because I worked at a summer camp each summer, and got to be known as the camp storyteller. I had to come up with stories, and I really enjoyed it.

EI: When you look back on your enormously successful career, is there anything you would've done differently? If so, what and why? If not, how do you manage to move forward without regrets?

NS: No one who is successful thinks they’re successful ENOUGH. I know I laughed when you wrote “enormously successful career.” Who me?

Things I would have done differently? Very difficult to say, because who knows what lies down the road not taken. If I put more time into film, would I be a big-time film director? If I wrote adult, would I have a larger audience? If I forced myself to stick to a single genre, would I be better known, with more bookstore shelf space if somewhat limited in scope and style? I suppose rather than regrets, I have frustrations. I get frustrated when a project doesn’t sell, or doesn’t do as well as I would like it to. I get frustrated when I look back on the day, and feel as if I’ve wasted time that could have been better spent. But that’s all a part of life!

EI: What would you like to say to writers who are reading this interview and wondering if they can keep creating, if they are good enough, if their voices and visions matter enough to share?

NS: You’ll never know unless you try. For me what got me writing was that I simply loved it. I couldn’t NOT write – even if nothing ever sold, it’s just a part of who I am. If it’s inside you like that, it doesn’t matter what the world thinks – you’ll do it anyway – you have to. And if the world “gets it,” all the better!

EI: Do you express your inner self in your writing or do the personas you create exist only in your imagination?

NS: When you’re a writer, the characters come from you, so I think it would be foolish to think that they’re not a part of you. The things my characters think about, I’ve thought about. The way they grapple with a situation is exactly the way I would, if I were that person, in that specific circumstance. Even if I’m writing a villainous character like Cedrick in Red Rider’s Hood or Cassandra, in Full Tilt, I put myself in their shoes, try to see the world the way they see it, and then make their choices as if I were them. That’s particularly evident than in the character of Mary in Everlost – who justifies everything she does so well, you can ALMOST side with her... With my heroic characters, it’s really wish fulfillment. “If I were him or her, this is how I’d rise above adversity, and triumph.” It’s all about BEING your characters, so you can’t help but put yourself into them, and take a bit of them with you when you’re done.

EI: Many writers describe themselves as "character" or "plot" writers. Which are you? And what do you find to be the hardest part of writing?

NS: I think I’m more of a “Theme” writer. I say that because, I might have a fun character I wan’t to write about, like The Schwa in “The Schwa Was Here,” or I might have a really exciting idea, as in my upcoming novel “Unwind,” but it’s not the plot or the characters that motivate me to write the book. What motivates me is the underlying question – the underlying idea that I’m exploring. I say question, not “message” because I don’t like to give messages. The way I see it, the only questions worth asking don’t have simple answers, and I don’t want to pretend to have all the answers. I do like to pose unique, and thought-provoking questions, though.

EI: Are you armed with notebook and pen at all the times? Do you always carry your laptop or PDA with you to write?

NS: I always have my notebook, I always have my laptop, and always have a micro-cassette recorder, so if I’m stuck in traffic, I can dictate into it, then transcribe it later. I usually write long-hand, mainly because it forces me to have to rewrite it as I’m typing it into the computer.

EI: You are well known in the writing community as an award-winning author, a successful screenwriter, and television writer. Your books have received many awards from the International Reading Association, and American Library Association. One of your recent books has been sold to Universal Studios to be made as a feature film. Do you ever feel pressure or insecure, or are you able to separate all that from your own creative process?

NS: Every writer has a level of insecurity. That little voice inside that says “What if this is the book that nobody likes?” But you just deal with it, and get over it. You can’t let that insecurity stop you. As for pressure, the pressure is constant – mainly because I always bite off more than I can chew – but I guess it’s better to be busy than not.

As for separating business from creativity, that’s very difficult, and I find myself constantly struggling to find time to write, as the “business” end of things can take up 110% of your time, leaving you with no time to write, (and 10% of the business work that didn’t get done on top of it!) For me, my best writing gets done when I go on writing retreats, and can get away from everything that would otherwise take my attention.

EI: Has there ever been a character in one of your novels that people clamored to see again, but you just didn't want to bring back? If so, which character?

NS: There are a lot of those. People want to see the Schwa again – but even though I’m writing “Antsy Does Time,” which is a sequel, the Schwa’s not in it – it’s another story told by Antsy. People want to see the characters in Full Tilt again. The thing is, in most of my stories, the main characters have gone through the big live-changing event that will change them forever. Once they’ve gone through that, there’s not much more to tell about them. No story will ever live up to the original, and I don’t want to write a sequel just for the sake of writing a sequel. If I write one, I have to be as passionate about it as I was when I wrote the original.

EI: Who is your favorite character to write about? Who is your creepiest?

NS: Antsy, from The Schwa was Here my favorite character to write. He has such a fun, quirky voice. He’s also one of the hardest to write, as well, because he’s always so unintentionally funny. It’s hard to do that! Creepiest, I would say Mary and the McGill in Everlost, and Okoya in Thief of Souls. The whole “Star Shard” trilogy (Scorpion Shards, Thief of Souls, and Shattered Sky), have some of my deepest, and most troubled characters – and yet some of my most heroic characters as well.

EI: When you look back at your work, do you have a favorite lines or sections in each of the books?

NS: Yes, there are quite a few favorites. In Downsiders, my favorite is the opening of the chapter “The left half of Memory,” which begins with an omniscient aside – sort of a mini-essay about the nature of cultures, and conquest. In Full Tilt, the chapter where Blake must relive the bus accident over and over, until he can remember how he survived. In Everlost, the opening of the chapter “The Forever Places,” which is also an omniscient aside, that, with great respect and reverence, tells of places that have left such a mark on our memories, and are so beloved, that they can never truly be lost – like the World Trade Center. That’s just a few.

EI: Would you describe yourself as a confident writer, always ready to face the next new challenge? Or do you have to psyche yourself up to try different venues?

NS: Trying something new is what excites me, and part of what motivates me. If I have to do something that is NOT fresh, that’s when I get worried, because I find it harder to motivate myself if the prospect of uncharted territory is not part of the equation. For that reason sequels are very difficult for me. Even though the characters and relationships are already in place, my own enthusiasm is often less than if it were something totally new, so it’s harder to write. On top of it, I will never be satisfied with a sequel, unless I feel it is equal to, or better than the original, so it’s even more daunting a task.

EI: How do you choose which chapter or pages to read from your book when you do a book appearances?

NS: Easy: I always read my favorites!

EI: Now let’s shift gears for a second....What was the inspiration for your novel ‘ Everlost?’ What is your response to the public perception about your creative insight with your book?

NS: My initial inspiration was the simple concept of two kids bumping into each other on their way to “the light” at the moment they die. That led to the idea of a “world between life and death.” It was very compelling for me, because in this particular world, there were no adults, no fear of dying, and you can’t feel physical pain. With the “rules of existence” changed like that, I was really intrigued as to what I could do within those parameters. It was an idea I had for a while, but the heart and soul of the story came when I realized that The World Trade Center would be in Everlost, and there, the towers would stand forever, and nothing will ever bring them down. That’s when I knew I had to write it.

EI: How much of Nick & Allie is planned out in your head? How do you know where you will go next with their characters? What was your biggest challenge in creating them?

NS: My biggest challenge in creating Nick and Allie was to keep them pro-active, rather than reacting to the events around them. Nick was a bit harder than Allie, because, between the two, Allie is more of a leader. The biggest challenge in the book, however, was reigning in the rules of this world, and making them clear. When you create a “natural law” within a fantasy world, it impacts everything. For instance, in Everlost, the characters, who are basically ghosts in our world, sink into the earth if they stand in the same place. Even a rule as simple as that opens up a can of worms: Your characters have to keep moving. They can’t drop things, or they sink as well. What happens to kids who DO sink? Could other characters push you down? Are there certain places where they won’t sink? Do you sink faster into wood than you would into a steel floor? What would happen if you tried to cross a bridge? If you sink in “solid” ground, how fast would you sink in water? Would the whole idea of sinking be a pivotal issue for one, or more of the characters? With every single rule, you have to deal with dozens of ramifications, you have to make them all work, you have to be consistent, AND you have to make it look easy.

EI: How did you develop these characters? Did you work them out in advance, or did they evolve as you wrote the story?

NS: They always evolve. All I knew when first began conceiving of the story, is that I’d have a girl and a boy from modern times, and a slightly younger boy, who was an innocent, from a hundred years ago, who never left his forest. I also knew I’d have a monster. Once I set the “sinking” rule, I decided the monster would be a kid who sank to the center of the earth, and clawed his way back to the surface. Then I needed a know-it-all, who could help explain the rules of Everlost. That became Mary, but as she developed, I realize that she was the character around which everything else revolved. I also knew that she and the monster had to have some history. Discovering the characters as you go along is one of the most exciting parts of writing.

EI: How do you imagine your audience as you are writing?

NS: First and foremost I write a story that excites me, and that I feel needs to be told. I try to pretend that the book is somehow “important” in the grand scheme of things. I know it’s just a book – but when you’re a writer, if you can convince yourself that your work is somehow meaningful, you rise to the occasion, and maybe it becomes meaningful in its own small way. On the other hand, if you tell yourself “I’m just going to write junk so I can pay the bills,” then junk is exactly what it’s going to be. My goal is to write a story that works on many levels. Younger kids can appreciate it, as well as teenagers, and adults. I want the stories to resonate within every reader, regardless of their age. I often have adults come up to me and say “if this is a young-adult novel, then I must be a young-adult.” I only wish that more adults could realize the books speak to them, not just to kids.

EI: You also wrote under the pseudonym name ‘Easton Royce’ when you wrote your X-File books which you collaborated it with Eric Elfman and Michelle Knowlden. Could you share with us about your other pen names?

NS: I came up with Easton Royce as a name to use when I was collaborating, or if I was working on a project that was not original – such as writing novelizations of episodes of the X—Files TV show. The idea was to create a “mass market” persona for writing stuff that was less literary. The “pay the bills” stuff that would go directly to paperback, and not get reviewed. I haven’t used the name much. I guess I like being myself a whole lot better!

EI: Who are some of the authors you keep returning to as a reader because of their ability to create vivid, three-dimensional characters?

NS: Orson Scott Card, Jerry Spinelli, John Irving, to name a few. There are very few “best sellers” that I like to read anymore. Of course I used to when I was growing up, but I’ve become a very impatient and unforgiving reader. If the book follows a familiar formula, and the characters and style feel too similar to other books I’ve read, I lose interest very quickly. The only books and authors that excite me are the ones that leave me saying “Wow! I wish I had thought of that!” I tend to find myself reading authors I’d never heard of before, rather than ones I’m familiar with. I’m excited by new voices – or at least voices I’ve never heard before!

EI: What would you tell those authors considering applying to an M.F.A. program? In your opinion how important is it for a writer to have a writing degree?

NS: I don’t have a writing degree - but I did study with Oakley Hall, who ran the MFA writing program at UC Irvine – but I was an undergraduate majoring in theater and psychology. Basically I took every creative writing course the school offered, and when there weren’t any more to take, did independent study with Oakley. I’ve heard both good and bad things about MFA writing programs. The pitfall can be a tendency toward being so esoteric and so literary that it becomes pretentious. On the other hand, MFA programs have turned out some of the finest contemporary writers in the world. The way I see it – anything that gets you writing, and teaches you the art of critiquing, and ACCEPTING criticism is time well spent. Anything that exposes you to a vast variety of writing styles, and ideas is also time well spent. Whatever your life experiences are, those will flavor your subject matter, and your treatment of it. There’s no one path to becoming a writer – but an MFA program is definitely an option that will lead you in the right direction.

EI: Mr. Shusterman, thank you for contributing to my blog. It has been a pleasure for me to get to know you, and your work a little better. Would you like to end your interview with a writing tip or advice for young aspiring writers?

NS: Four things I always tell aspiring writers:

1) Write. You can’t get better unless you do it, and do it a lot. In fact, it needs to be a part of your life that you can’t live without. If you want to be a writer, but don’t find yourself filling up page after page after page, then maybe you like the IDEA of being a writer more than you really want to be one.

2) Rewrite. Nothing is ever done the first time you write it, or the second, or the third. You have to learn the skill of listening to constructive criticism, and using that criticism to improve your work. This is the most important part of the writing process. Show me a writer who “gets it right” the first time, and I’ll show you a writer who threw away the opportunity to make their work as good as it could be.

3) Read. You can’t be a writer unless you’re an avid reader. Like anything else in life, we learn by imitation, and by seeing how others do it. We learn how to evoke emotions, how to balance action, dialogue, description, and introspection, through reading how others do it. We develop our own styles by internalizing the styles of authors we’ve read, and synthesizing something new, that ultimately becomes our own.

4) Persevere. There are many talented writers out there. The ones who become successful are the ones who are relentless in pursuing their craft, in spite of disappointment, and things that might otherwise discourage them.

To learn more about Neal Shusterman, please visit him at:
http://www.storyman.com/
http://www.myspace.com/nealshusterman

Photo of Mr. Shusterman (Color) By Scott Hensley, Henderson, NV.

Encounter in a suspended room

Just had a few days in Melbourne, catching up.  Catching up with sleep, with a couple of exhibitions, with some restaurants we've heard raved about, a bit of retail therapy ... that sort of thing.



The restaurants were great (one Indian, and one a blend of Chinese, Malaysian and Vietnamese).  Decor-wise, they were basic to say the least (paper on tables, no heating, gritty utility rather than fancy-pants aesthetics), and because one was full we were led past the kitchen and up rough stairs crowded with crates and baby-chairs and the behind-the-scenes accoutrements of a restaurant, to what felt like a spare room, but the food was delicious---absolutely---some of the best---and incredibly inexpensive.  Wonderful curries and naan bread in one, and excellent laksa in the other.



Got hold of a copy of Charles Bukowski's Post Office (a Gary Davison recommendation) from Borders, watched Pirates of the Caribbean at the Casino multiplex, and did all the other stuff people do when they live a fair distance from the city and want to make the most of a few days amongst the hustle and bustle of its commerce and culture.



One of the reasons we went this weekend though was to catch a couple of exhibitions at the National Gallery of Victoria.  An exhibition highlighting the Guggenheim_001work of 'Australian Impressionists'/Heidelberg School (McCubbin, Streeton, Roberts et al) only had a few days to run and we didn't want to miss out, and another exhibition featuring work from the Guggenheim collection just opened, so we thought we'd catch both.  Propitious timing.  Two exhibitions covering one hundred years of art, from the sentimental and occasionally twee to the self-indulgent and often pretentious, but with many stunning gems between.



So here we are, standing in a gallery where a cliché stencilled across a wall is declared to be a sculpture in the medium of language, and a slashed canvas explores the fourth dimension of art---the space behind the canvas---and a randomly heaped pile of liquorice lollies subverts elements of Minimalism amongst numerous other things, and I'm thinking ... well, this is when I notice the Pollocks opposite and also realise that the area of tiled floor I'm standing on is, in fact, an exhibit that invites me to directly interact with it as if it's a tiled floor, which of course it is and which of course I do.



I'm all for philosophical discussions about the nature of art and for playful exercises which challenge our perception of perception, the ways in which we see things, but find it difficult to accept that such exercises are art forms in themselves simply because they're questioning the nature of art.  It all seems to have little to do with artistic skill and more to do with a 'pseudo-intellectualisation of art' on the one hand and 'art as an investment commodity' on the other, and makes me wonder, as far as Conceptual Art is concerned, whether lunatics haven't ended up running its particular asylum.  So it's with a mixture of relief and trepidation that I step away from my interaction with the tiled floor and step over the threshold into a plywood 'room' suspended by four cables from the ceiling (so that it's held several centimetres from the ground).  Maybe by escaping into this sanctuary for a few minutes, I can better suspend my disbelief.



In the room stands a man, and for one moment I'm unsure whether he's part of the installation or not.  But he looks at us, then scans the room as if he's looking for something, and then looks at us again and laughs.  There's a note of uncertainty in his laughter, but he can't hold it in any longer it seems.



"Perhaps I'm not meant to laugh," he says, but is unable to help himself now.



We look at the four bare walls and the ceiling of bare plywood and begin laughing too.  The three of us are standing in a box laughing.



"I'm sorry," he says, holding his sides.



"Laughter's honest," I suggest, wiping my eyes.



"I think we're supposed to believe the room's floating," he says, and begins laughing again before stepping out.



And we step out a few seconds later, but he's gone.



And it's an interesting thing that, despite seeing some great paintings and prints further on in the gallery, it's this man's honesty I enjoyed most about our trip round the Guggenheim collection.  It's the image I want to remember above all others.  Whilst kids were told not to touch various exhibits (except the liquorice lollies, which they're allowed to interact with), and everyone was probably mindful of the millions of dollars spent on the collection, and some people 'oohed' and 'aahed' and some looked quietly baffled, here was someone who more or less said: "The Emperor's got no clothes on.  How bizarre."



And for my money, he was right.  It was refreshing to hear it said.  It was refreshing to leave the exhibition for Victoria Street and to find our way to an unpretentious restaurant that served great food at a price almost everybody could afford.



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