A friend who is in the process of writing a non-fiction book asked me what it takes to get published.  I thought I’d share what I told her.  Call it another data point for anyone in the hunt for working with a publisher.  I also think most of this applies to self-publishing as well.

1. Join and attend your local writers’ association.  This is a great place for networking with other writers, attending workshops and gathering the shared wisdom of your colleagues.

2. If you’re pondering how to get published, you hopefully have a good first draft of a finished manuscript, be it a novel, memoir or self-help.  If you’re a fiction writer, hone your synopsis. I’d suggest running it by other accomplished writers (ah, that’s where the networking you’re doing at a writer association comes in!).  Get crystal clear about your conflict and stakes, antagonist, protagonist, climax and denouement.  Develop a pitch that sells your book.  You can find resources on how to write a synopsis and a pitch at your writers’ association (ah, there it is again) and online.  If you’re writing non-fiction…

3. Write a book proposal. There’s lots of advice out there on writing one and it looks like there are similarities in the structure and then everyone has their own little twists. A couple of websites to check out as a start are:

Nathan Bransford’s blog on the topic. http://blog.nathanbransford.com/2007/02/how-to-write-nonfiction-book-proposal.html

Ted Weinstein’s concise description at http://www.twliterary.com/bookproposal.html

4. Look for comparables. You want to know your market. You also want to be sure you’re offering a concept with a new twist.  If you’ve just finished your manuscript about a teenage girl who takes the place of her sister in a state run game where reps from twelve districts fight to the death in a televised arena — think again.  Been there, done that.  To find comparables, I’d start by going to Amazon and searching  key words associated with your book. Once you find a title that is comparable, scroll down “customers who bought this item also bought” for some other possible titles to check out. You’re looking for anything close to what you are doing, the more recent the better. You can also find lists of “best of” in various genres for com parables.  Remember, you want to know the market for your book as well as a potential agent or publisher knows it.

5. Continue to build your platform. You might look for someone out there who is very successfully promoting their  book, whether its a fiction or non-fiction. Find out all the paths that writer uses to market and promote. Start a blog.  To be honest, I’m still learning about how to be an effective blogger, but my sense is you want to be blogging, inviting guest bloggers to your site and guest blog for others.  In other words, network, network, network. When you have a blog, be sure to link to your Facebook and Twitter. A potential agent will like that you do have a social media platform, but if you can demonstrate a large following, now you’ve got their attention. You may be well versed in social media, but if not, a helpful book on the topic is “We Are Not Alone: The Writer’s Guide to Social Media” by Kristen Lamb.  Check out her blog

6. Attend a writer conference.  If you’ve joined your local writers’ association, in all likelihood they have an annual conference.  Do attend.  In Seattle, the Pacific Northwest Writers Association has about 500 attendees and 20-30 agents/publishers, workshops on the craft and business of writing, as well as a good path to start networking in the business.  I also attend the Texas Writers League conference (although not making it this year).  In addition to all the networking and knowledge you will gain at a conference, this is also an opportunity to…

7. Pitch at a conference. Nothing will sharpen your synopsis and pitch than sitting in front of an agent, pitching to him or her in a two-three minute session.  What if your novel book isn’t complete yet?  No worries — pitch.  Just let the agent know you’re pitching an unfinished manuscript and you’d like feedback on the pitch and especially the book concept.  You want to know if they’ve heard this idea a hundred times or if this is a new twist they haven’t heard before.

8. Most importantly, if you want to get published, keep on writing.  We all get rejected, but with each rejection gather the information to help you hone your craft, sharpen your story, build your platform, and understand the business side of writing.  Anxious about pitching. Write. Bummed about a rejection from an agent?Write.  Worried you’re not any good (everyone else on the planet is afraid of speaking in public, but we writers share a fear of not being good enough)? Write. Sensing a common theme?  Write.

A Boy and His Dog

Posted: April 30, 2012 by Richard Hacker in Creativity, Dogs, Life, Novel, Uncategorized
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A Boy and His Dog

I have a constant writing companion who keeps me in the present, offers positive support day and night, stands by me on the good days when I’m writing like a demon and on those days where I just can’t seem to shift into gear, hangs out with me while I work, takes walks to clear my mind, licks me whenever the opportunity arises and brings toys throughout the day with the implicit contract that I will either: a. hold on to the toy while we growl at each other in a tug of war, or b. throw said toy across the room so she can hunt it down.  Yes, my writing companion is a dog.  A 9 month old English Springer Spaniel named Jazz.  She’s a happy bundle of overflowing energy in a fur coat, always up for walking, running and playing.  And to date, I have not found the bottom of her apparently infinite energy source.  I’m thinking of hooking her up to the power grid to make a few bucks off the utility.

Why Jazz?  I met her when she was a month old and already she had that crazy, creative spirit of improvisation. This girl never plans anything.  She takes live on in the present and makes it up as she goes along. Sometimes that leads to some unfortunate choices.  Besides “here Jazz,” my most frequent comment to her is “leave it.”  And to her credit, she doesn’t always listen to me.  Sometimes I want her to “leave it” because “it” is gross and nasty.  But sometimes I just don’t want the hassle — a piece of electrical tape, a quarter of a torn up tennis ball, a snail, a clump of grass, a flower — the list is endless.  Sure, four out of five humans think chewing on a clump of grass will lead to dirt in the mouth and muddy paws in the house. But five out of five dogs know the pure pleasure of sweet grass, musty soil and mud between the toes.

I sometimes think I may have lost my mind to bring a puppy in the house.  She requires lots of attention.  However, I also know having her around keeps my feet on the ground.  Writing can be a lonely business. A little unconditional love from Jazz goes a long way.

Fear Is The Door To Possibility

Posted: April 18, 2012 by Richard Hacker in Creativity, Uncategorized
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William Kenower spoke at a recent Pacific Northwest Writers Association about the myths that keep us from writing.  He’s a very good engaging, fun speaker.  And he has been blogging about writing for a number of years now, regularly interviewing writers of all genres and measures of success.  The bottom line of his presentation is that our own fear and self doubt gets in the way of being the writer we want to be.

A number of years ago I wrote a newsletter post on the topic of fear and I thought I’d repost to this blog.  Hope you find it of interest.

Fear Is the Door to Possibility

Fear has been on my mind lately. You know, that 2 am, eyes wide open, mind won’t shut down, stomach churning, “what have I done!” kind of feeling. We get ourselves to that place in our own unique ways.

Some of us fear failure – and we’re extremely talented in creating failure scenarios.

“If I leave this job, I won’t be able to get another one or I won’t get one that pays as much. I’ll lose my benefits, be on unemployment, lose my house, my car, my life partner. I’ll be on the streets….”

Some of us fear success – “If I succeed, I’ll be responsible for my success and I’ll lose this whole blaming strategy that has worked for me for most of my life.” Or “What if I succeed? I don’t know what I’m doing!”

Some of us fear instability. It unnerves us. The ground moves and we can’t find a handhold. Walk into any corporation in the process of merging, downsizing, or being sp
un off. Stay by the coffeepot or the copy machine and listen. The loss of control and stability is palpable. “I can’t believe what THEY are doing. THEY don’t care about us. THEY’RE just using us!”

Some of us fear stability. The very sameness and routine of life and work raises the question of our life purpose. “Is that all there is?”

Have I named your fear yet? If not, give it some thought. Think about somewhere in your life where you stop yourself. Maybe you want to create a business, but you seem to always stall at the idea stage and never reach the implementation stage. Maybe you want to contribute to a business or a non-profit, but sit in front of your phone procrastinating, rather than making those essential sales calls. Maybe you have a deeply held passion for teaching, for healing, for creating, for organizing. Maybe it’s a goat ranch in Texas, a marina in Florida, a gallery in Santa Fe, a new business, an innovation that will change the way we live. Maybe you want to write novels, poetry, memoirs. You have this passion, but you hesitate to act. Sure, we all have many very good reasons for not following our passions. And many of those reasons are legitimate. Or are they?

Sooner or later, we all learn about the limited time offer called “life.” I learned one year when I buried too many people – friends really. They died of old age, heart attacks, cancer. One of my takeaways from standing at so many graves in a short period of time is the true and certain knowledge that life is short and the point of power is the present. Wishing for a future does not a future make.

We have to be willing to stand at the edge, look over the precipice of our fears, take a deep breath and leap without the certain knowledge of flight. This is not a blind leap of faith, but a leap supported by building sufficient reserves of mind, body, spirit, money and community. While the leap itself is the act of an individual, we don’t have to act alone. The more we surround ourselves with people who challenge us to be our Selves and support our journey of discovery, the more success we will create. So build a community to surround you on your path and face those fears. Fear opens the door to great possibility!

As an author writing a YA novel I face the conundrum of determining how much graphic sex, violence and profanity my characters will experience in the course of the story.  YA presents a challenge because you’re dealing with a broad spectrum of intellectual and emotional capacity to understand what is being presented.  The distance between a 9 year old and a 14 year old and  an 18 year old is huge in terms of an awareness of self, sexuality and the world.  As a nine year old, I’m ready to see the princess fall in love with a king, but I’m not ready to see them fondle each other in the back room and definitely not see them make torrid love in the royal bedroom.  And I might not be able to make a clear distinction between the violence in the story and how I play that out in the real world.  However, if I’m 18, with a few exceptions, I am able to take in the full spectrum of possibilities — sex, violence and language — and not let that have a negative impact on my life.

But even at the older end of the YA spectrum, I find the waters a bit clouded in the marketplace. If you Google the “best of YA Fiction,” you’ll find a number of references.  One of those suggested The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo as a “best of YA.”  If you’ve read the book, you know there are explicit scenes of sexual abuse, sodomy and rape.  An older, emotionally mature teen could read that story, but I would hesitate to pass that along to a 14 year old, not because the scene is gratuitous, which it is not.  But because a 14 year old doesn’t have the life experience or emotional maturity to understand what that scene is about.

So I’ve gone to the bookshelf to pull out a few examples of older YA novels.  Let’s see how they handle language, sex and violence.

 

Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Violence: e.g., teens killing teens in various ways

Sex & Nudity: some snuggling

Expletives: 3

Summary (Amazon):
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before-and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love.

Jumper by Steven Gould

Violence, e.g., attempted homosexual rape, mother ripped to pieces in an explosion

Sex & Nudity: implied sexual intercourse on several occasions

Expletives: 151

Summary (Library Journal)

The sudden discovery of his teleportation ability rescues teenager David Rice from his abusive father. It also signals the beginning of a new life for the troubled young man. Gould’s first novel features a hero who is not particularly wise and whose ethics are sometimes questionable, but whose yearnings and psychological turmoil ring true.

The Named by Marianne Curley

Violence: e.g., sister murdered by demon

Sex & Nudity: none

Expletives: 33

Summary (Amazon):
Ethan is a member of the Named, sworn to fight the Order of Chaos, an evil group determined to permanently change the course of history. But he is also a normal high school student trying desperately to keep up with his homework and fit in. When he is assigned to mentor Isabel, a cute classmate and future member of the Named, the line between his two lives begins to blur. So begins an epic quest as Ethan, Isabel, and others travel through time to battle dark forces and protect the future.

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

Violence: piles of dead bodies with bloody mouths from teeth being removed, fights

Sex & Nudity: description of a male character modeling nude for an art class, implied sexual intercourse

Expletives: 45

Summary (Amazon):
Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky.  In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grown dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real; she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”; she speaks many languages–not all of them human; and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

When one of the strangers–beautiful, haunted Akiva–fixes his fire-colored eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

 

We’ve been struggling with these issues in the arts for many years.  Think George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words.  In 2000 the Advertising Standards Authority, British Broadcasting Corporation, Broadcasting Standards Commission and the Independent Television Commission researched the use of expletives in a report entitled, Delete Expletives.  While British and American standards may not always match up, I did find the ranking of words by perceived severity to be interesting.  Research asked adults about their perception of the severity of various expletives.  At the low end of the scale were double entendres, puns and rhymes.  One level up were blasphemy (I can’t help but imagine that would score as more severe in the U.S) and abbreviations (e.g., f**k). The next level up in severity were descriptive words (think f**k, sh*t, but replace the asterisks with actual letters).  And finally, the most severe expletives were abusive words (sexual, physical and racial).  In the spectrum of expletives, the lowest level of words, essentially implied expletives within double entendres, puns and rhymes could pass in the 14+ level of YA.  However, below age 14, I imagine that puns and rhymes on anything but hell, damn and crap would be at the limit.  I personally have not read any authors using abbreviations, but some of the authors above do use a blasphemy or two.  In older YA (16+?), descriptive words may come into play and occasionally an abusive word, if the word comes naturally from the story.

Another source that may give some insight in the appropriate use of expletives, violence and sex are the standards used by the Motion Picture Association of America, accepted nationwide in the United States.

Parental Guidance Suggested

This rating signifies that the program may be unsuitable for children under the age of 9 or 10 without the guidance of a parent. The TV-PG rating may be accompanied by one or more of the following sub-ratings:

 

 

• D for some suggestive dialogue
• L for infrequent coarse language
• S for some sexual situations
• V for moderate violence

Parents strongly cautioned/May be unsuitable for children under 14 years of age

Parents are strongly urged to exercise greater care in monitoring this program and are cautioned against letting children under 14 watch unattended. This rating may be accompanied by any of the following sub-ratings:

 

 

• D for intensely suggestive dialogue
• L for strong coarse language
• S for intense sexual situations
• V for intense violence

Mature audience — unsuitable for audiences under 17

An MA  rating means the program may be unsuitable for those below 17. Programs may contain extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, overtly sexual dialogue, nudity, and/or strong sexual content. This rating may be accompanied by any of the following sub-ratings:

 

• D for dialogue is not used in this rating.
• L for crude indecent language
• S for explicit sexual activity
• V for graphic violence

Note the gradient as the rating moves from PG to R.
Dialogue: suggestive to intensely suggestive
Language: infrequent coarse, strong coarse, crude indecent
Sex: some sexual situations, intense sexual situations, explicit sexual activity
Violence: moderate, intense, graphic

I don’t have any empirical evidence, but I have a feeling that if I took a hundred people across a broad spectrum of this country, I would not get a consistent definition for any of these ratings.  When does a dialogue shift to an intensity that would force a PG14 rating? Where is the line between an intense and an explicit sexual activity?  What makes violence graphic, rather than intense?  And I would add, is pretending that violence, which in the real world has very graphic consequences, is somehow not as significant doing our teens a favor or giving them a false sense of reality?

The BBC and the Motion Picture Association of America provide some clues, but I’m still mostly in a grey area, wondering what would be appropriate for older teens.  Let’s look at this from another perspective.  Why, as an author would I use explicit language, violence or sex in a novel?

Why use coarse language?  I use expletives to make the character ring true to their culture and time.  To give a character a unique voice and rhythm to the speech pattern.  To communicate a heightened level of anxiety, angst or anger.  I found Steven Gould’s use of expletives for his protagonist to be genuine to the character to the point that I didn’t find the swear words pulling me out of the story.  And in the Hunger Games and the Daughter of Smoke and Bone, the lack of expletives also fit those characters within the fantasy worlds the authors had created.

Why use strong or graphic violence? I use strong or graphic violence to drive home the reality of the act, not as a romantic gesture, like a cowboy falling to the ground after being shot without any physical trauma or a war scene that feels sterile and false.  The violence however, needs to be an integral part of the plot, not just a random violent act which does not move the story forward.  And I’d reserve the more graphic violence for older teens 16+.

Why use intense or even graphic sexual situations? When the sex emerges naturally from the storyline and the characters.  It needs to be integral to the plot, not just random sex.  And while an author might want to fly the flag of freedom, the reality in American culture is that explicit sex is not appropriate for anyone under the age of eighteen.  For older YA that means sex can be suggestive, just not explicit.

The final pass to make is in terms of marketability.  Authors want to write their story, but we also want to have a market so the story is read.  Jumper, published in 1992 and re-released in 2008 has many expletives, moderate to graphic violence and moderate sexual situations. The book won awards for YA fiction from the American Library Association and International Teacher’s Association.  Books like the Hunger Games, a best seller and now a movie, and Daughter of Smoke and Bone both have some commonalities with each other: minimal expletives, moderate violence and mild to moderate sexual situations.

So what is the bottom line?  I think for every older YA book (16+) without explicit language, moderate sexual activity and moderate to graph violence there’s a counterpoint.  The guiding principle for language, sex and violence in a novel is whether or not it comes naturally out of the story and the characters and is necessary to move the plot forward.  In other words, is an expletive, a sex act or an act of violence genuine to the character or gratuitous?

In my current thinking, I use moderate expletives, intense sexual situations and moderate to graphic violence in a novel directed to the older YA market with a crossover to the Adult market. In the end, how we use language and these tools is an ongoing conversation.  The culture, the market, and the art of writing constantly shift and change.  As authors, keeping up with the craft of writing means staying in the conversation.  So what do you think?  Where should the lines be drawn for language, sex and violence in YA novels?

I recently caught the movie Jumper on cable (2008) — a bit of Hollywood fluff. One of those movies you tell people to wait for it to come out on DVD. Then out of curiosity, I picked up the novel used as the basis for the movie screenplay, Jumper by Steven Gould. Actually, the word “basis” might be a bit extreme. The screenplay uses the concept of a teenager who discovers he has the ability to teleport. After that, the novel and the screenplay part ways.

Now I bring Jumper up because of something Steven Gould says in the Acknowledgements. He says, “Teleportation is, I hope, a classic trope of science fiction and not a cliche.” He goes on to acknowledge previous works, from Alfred Bester’s The Stars My Destination to Star Trek. He hopes he has created a new twist on the trope and not gone down a familiar, worn out path.

I’ll tell you up front that the novel Jumper does indeed take a classic trope and did something new with it. Gould’s protagonist, discovers his ability, then uses that ability to escape an abusive home, survive on the street and find a mother who left him as a child. He’s a teen with a tangle of motivations, his moral grounding not solidified, leading him to take questionable actions. When the government learns of his existence, the NSA pursues him as a potential enemy or a potential weapon — possibly both. The story centers around how this teen confronts the brokenness of his family life. A reader will be asking throughout the story, “Will he strike out or find a way to heal the wounds?” Gould succeeds in using teleportation as a device to move a more complex and interesting story forward.

The movie, while building on the idea of a teenager, David, who teleports, skips quickly to a storyline involving an antagonist, Roland, with quasi-religious leanings about eradicating jumpers from the face of the planet because “only God should have the power to be everywhere.” Clearly the screenplay was written before Lady Gaga, who I believe does have the power to be everywhere, rose from obscurity. In the screenplay, the protagonists uses his teleportation powers to flee from and attack Roland and his minions. A familiar battle of good versus evil ensues. Definitely cliche with an ending that could be seen from the beginning.

The takeaway? If you’re going to use a classic trope, whatever the genre, find a way to place the trope in a unique perspective embedded in rich storytelling using complex characters. Simple stories and stereotypes often condemn a classic trope to the realm of cliche.

One of the things many writers will tell you is just how difficult it can be to get good, objective feedback on your writing. We go to workshops, critique groups, editors, readers and others, looking for some feedback. Is the writing clear? Do you get a good sense of the protagonist/antagonist? Is the primary plot clear? The conflict and the stakes sufficiently high? Etcetera.

We’ve done the writing. We know the questions to ask? Why is good critique hard to find? The easy out here would be to whine and moan about all those gutless critics out there, but I think for most of us, the answer lies within.

A writer needs to be clear about what they want out of a critique. Here are a few examples:

Acknowledge My Greatness: I’ve known writers who essentially want me to read their pages and then proclaim the scene perfect. Usually this writer goes on the defense, offering extenuating circumstances, declaring that the scene lacked clarity or conflict because the person giving the critique hadn’t read the fifty pages leading up to that scene. Whenever I sense my defenses going up I turned to my inner editor. He’s a real hard ass, by the way. “No, I don’t need to read the previous eight chapters. A scene needs to stand on its own with a beginning, a middle and an end, be clearly written and have sufficient conflict to create tension and forward movement.” If you really don’t want feedback, don’t ask for it.

The Writer Wears No Clothes: Every writer starts at a beginning. Especially when we’re starting out, there’s a need for confirmation which I think is often grounded in a fear that we’re making fools of ourselves. Sure I think my writing is great, but maybe I’m delusional. Everyone knows how bad my writing is and I’m the only one who doesn’t get it. The more naked you feel, the more need you have to be acknowledged. If you feel especially tender, then you might want to find safe, supportive places to get feedback with rules about always giving positive feedback first and offering a single suggestion for improvement. That type of critique group can nurture you as you start out, helping you build confidence.

The Truth and Nothing but the Truth: After you’ve been critiqued and have been critiquing others for a time; after you have send query after query to an unending list of agents; after you have pitched yourself hoarse: sent pages to literary contests; attended conferences and workshops and webinars; there comes a point where you don’t want praise or support anymore. Praise and support are nice, but they don’t get you across the line of publishing. You want the truth. Raw, unvarnished, objective truth offered with respect, but still, the truth of that reader.

On my own path, I’ve been in the support group, the participants so careful not to hurt each other’s feelings, that we hardly offered critique of value. And I’ve been in the groups where we spent our time amazed at our greatness, wondering how the publishing world didn’t see it. Sure, it feels good to not be alone, but we weren’t getting anywhere either.

I have my days when I just want someone to tell me I’m good. And other’s when I just don’t have the heart to hear one more thing I need to revise. But when I’m on my game, which happens more and more these days, I don’t want a person giving me critique to be nice or kind. I want them to be respectful, but brutally honest.

I was in a workshop led by Michael Neff (the Algonkian Conferences — highly recommended). At the beginning of the weeklong intensive, the six participants pitched their books to Michael. I started by saying, “The title of my novel is The Genealogist.” Before I could get out the genre and page count Michael interrupted me. I don’t have an exact quote, but it was something like, “The Genealogist? No. No, that’s not going to work. The Genealogist? We’ll work on it. Okay, go ahead.” I proceed to inch my way through the pitch, with frequent interruptions. On the one hand, my stomach dropped to the floor with each comment on my pitch. On the other hand, I knew Micheal was absolutely on point with his critique and my pitch came out the other side significantly stronger. I left that week by the Potomac with a renewed passion for getting clear, honest feedback that will push me to the edge of my abilities. Why? Because that’s where the best work happens.

What’s the new title? I’m not completely satisfied with it, but the working title is now The Inker War.

Unless you’ve been living on a small deserted island somewhere in the Pacific, you’ve seen a tremendous change in the publishing industry over the last few years. I’ve found myself in many conversations around books, bookstores, the big chains, the online retailers, and the medium itself. Before we used to beat each other up over being Republican or Democrat, Pepsi or Coca-Cola. Now we can add analogue vs digital. But why all the fuss? Why is the shift from books made from paper to books made from electrons such an emotional minefield?

Change is hard. Whether you want the change to happen — e.g., getting married, getting divorced, having a baby, buying a car, quitting a habit or starting one — or you’re faced with a change you’d rather avoid (please see the above list for examples), as human beings, we find change uncomfortable. I used to facilitate management training workshops in a past life. To give the participants the visceral experience of change, all I had to do was have them change seats. After much eye rolling, moaning and grief, the group would gradually shift to new seats in the room with varying levels of frustration over this “pointless exercise.” Then we’d spend the next hour talking about their reaction to change and how they see those same behaviors play out in the real world. So if changing seats presents a challenge, shifting the technology and behavior of readers offers a huge challenge.

However, I think the angst to the shift in reading technology goes deeper. If you think about how other forms of information have changed over the last century, many of them have happened at a gradual, steady pace. Music, for example, went from live performance to piano rolls to recordings on acetate and then vinyl disks, to magnetic tape to compact disks and then to an online digital format. And the handoffs between each technology allowed for a few years of overlap to let the stragglers catch up. Yes, there are folks out there who love their vinyl, but the majority of recorded music listeners have shifted quickly to a digital format.

Unlike the evolution of recorded music, with books we have the Gutenberg Bible in the 15th century and the refinement of a technology for printing words on paper and binding them together that has lasted for well over 500 years. Then it what felt like a flash in time, the eBook emerged. We didn’t have transitional technologies as we did in the music industry evolving over a one hundred year period. We had books for over 500 years and then at the beginning of the 21st century, boom — digital books.

Much ink (or should I say many electrons) have been spilled over what this sudden transition to digital means to the publishing industry. I’m sympathetic with publishers, agents, bookstores, libraries and all the other components of the analogue book business. I have wonderful memories of roaming the local library with my Dad as a kid, the musty smell of a bookstore stacked with tomes filled with adventure. Heck, I even love fountain pens. But obviously, whether we like it or not, the business will shift to meet the demand of the market. And the market is you and me. I have to admit that 90% of my reading in the last three years has been all digital. I have reference works and novels on my iPhone, essentially in my pocket to read at any moment. And because those books are on my phone I am able to read more, anytime, anyplace.

I don’t think the analogue book will be disappearing immediately. And I think there will always be a place for some form of analogue book. But the tide has turned. The generations growing up into reading today will not have my memories of stacks of books on shelves, the musty smell of an old paper book, leaning back in a chair to look over the titles of books that have been read or those frustrating moments when you accidentally drop a book losing your place. The up and coming consumers of books have digital memories of books shared through social media, instantly looking up words while they read, searching large texts with ease and having access to virtually any book at any time instantly.

So if you find yourself uncomfortable, maybe even a bit sad at this evolution in your lifetime, give yourself some time to grieve and then pick up that smartphone or pad and begin a new journey in reading.

Total ChaosTotal Chaos by Jean-Claude Izzo
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This is the first in a trilogy set in Marseilles. Izzo’s Marseilles takes the city off my list of places to visit. The town, dark, gritty, with a raging undercurrent of bigotry, however, provides fertile soil for a crime thriller. A flawed protagonist moves through the plot struggling with his past and his present with a detail for the internal life of his character that seems more the norm with European writers.

Hits: Marseilles provides a gritty setting and becomes a character int he story; the well-developed interior life of the protagonist; a twisting plot that will keep you guessing

Misses: The plot involves a large number of characters who, after a time, I started to feel like I was watching a football match (pick the shape of your ball) with endless substitutions until I didn’t have any room left on my scorecard. If you want to completely get this plot — who did exactly what, when, where and why — you’ll need a whiteboard handy for keeping track of the players.

Recommended

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Vlad: The Last Confession

C.C. Humphreys

Orion Publishing Group, 2011

Chris Humphreys’ latest historical fiction novel, Vlad, paints a vivid portrait of the clash between the Eastern Islamic culture of the Turks and the Western Christian culture of Wallachia, what is now modern day Romania.  As a high school student I traveled to Romania during two summers with a choir.  We toured this beautiful land, pausing in cities, towns and villages to perform a repertoire of classical and American pop tunes.  Along the way I toured, if memory serves me, four “authentic” castles of the dreaded Dracula, complete with allusions to his blood sucking and violent character.

Humphreys, thankfully, approaches the story of Vlad Dracula (the “a” meaning son of Dracul) with an integrity that serves the dramatic life of the man and history of the time, as well as the reader.  The author could have taken the easy way out, painting Vlad Dracula into a villainous corner, a beast, barely human that would allow us to create some distance from him.  Or he could have taken the shocker path of making him a misunderstood saint.  Instead, Humphreys very effectively holds the tension of a mere human being facing enormous odds and a man who committed atrocities as a means to an end.

I should note that Vlad is not for the faint of heart.  While not glorifying cruelty, Humphreys leaves a reader standing in the space where horrific torture methodologies are performed with excruciating detail.  And I don’t use the word excruciating lightly.  However, in spite of the human tragedy and depravity on view, I finished the book knowing I could never sanction Vlad’s behaviors, but I could understand how he got to the place of rationally choosing such a path.

What I like about this book:  The way Humphreys holds the line between saint and sinner to create a rich, multi-dimensional character of Vlad.

What gives me pause: High cruelty and gore factor, however always done to serve the story.

Recommendation:  If you’re the squeamish type you’ll probably not want to read this.  For the rest of us, I’d encourage you to go for it.  Very well-crafted story.

Art Becomes Life

Posted: June 29, 2011 by Richard Hacker in Uncategorized
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We’ve all heard the saying, “life becomes art.” Recently I had one of those life becomes art moments. On a trip back from Austin, an officer at the security check pulls me out, asking me to identify my backpack. I do, and he proceeds to take me to a search area and pull everything out of the bag. I’m not sure what we’re looking for and he’s not saying. With everything out of the bag, he takes it back through x-ray, searches it again, and then repeats the process a couple more times. I’m still not sure what we’re looking for, but I start to help him locate any hidden pockets just so I don’t miss my plane.

I ask, “What are we looking for?”

He continues searching silently and then, with a tinge of frustration in his voice, “A knife.”

“A knife? I don’t have a knife.”

“Yeah, this one.” And with those words he pulls out a sharp utility knife from a hidden fold in the bag. The picnic with my wife on a cliff park overlooking Puget Sound the week before rushes back to me.

“What do you want to do with it?”

I’m not sure what he hoped for with that question, given that I couldn’t take it with me and I certainly wasn’t going to miss my plane for a five dollar paring knife. So I left him the knife and went on my merry way.

I called my wife later to tell her the story. She said, “Sounds just like Roger.” And oddly, the experience is a little similar to a character in one of the novels I’m working to get published, a sci-fi thriller called Shaper Emergence, I cut an early scene for pacing. In the scene the protagonist, Roger, unknown to himself, is creating bits of reality. Racing to make a flight, he daydreams about shooting his jerk of a client. However, when he goes through security, the fun begins:

     The long, winding line of travelers at the airport security check meant I’d be standing with boarding pass, driver’s license and bag for some time. I did my usual check to identify the seasoned travelers who knew how to swiftly move through security, versus the nightmare scenario of the family with three kids who last flew an airliner when they went to Disney World three years ago. Finally making my way to the front of the line, I went through the now familiar routine of emptying pockets, taking off shoes, dumping all of my stuff in one big plastic bin and my laptop in another to convey them through the X-ray machine. Boarding pass in hand, I walked through the metal detector. Clean as usual. Then I noticed that the security guard on the monitor at the X-ray machine looked a little concerned, flashing a glance over to me. He motioned to a guy who appeared to be in charge and in hushed words, talked with him anxiously about whatever was on the screen.

     At this point I’m racking my brain about what I must have left in my bag. Did I not take that bottle of water out? Great. I’m in a hurry and they’re going to detain me because they think I’m going to blow up a plane with a bottle of water.

     The “in-charge” guy comes up to me and points to my briefcase.  “Is this your bag sir?”

     “Yes.”

      “Please step to the side sir.”

      “OK. I guess I left a bottle of water in my bag. Sorry. Do we really need to do this? You can just have the bottle…”

      “Sir, please step to the side.”

       I could see other security personnel moving in around me and decided I better shut up and just do what they wanted, otherwise they’d be doing pat down searches for hours and I’d miss my plane.

      “Sir, I’m going to search your bag. Please stand behind the white line.”

     He started digging through my bag.  I tried to do my best interpretation of an innocent guy, which should have been easy, since I was an innocent guy.

     “I just forgot to take the bottle out of the bag. My bad.”

     “This is not about the bottle of water. Did you really think you could get a gun past security?”

     “Gun? What gun? I don’t have a gun.”

     “Yes, you do. Clear as day on the monitor. Looks like a .45 automatic.”

     This was crazy. I didn’t have a gun. Never had a gun. Like I said, I didn’t like guns. “There’s got to be a mistake!” I was feeling, I don’t know, like I was losing my mind. How could I possibly have a gun?

     Two officers drew their weapons and pointed them directly at me. I had to make these people understand that this was all a mistake. There can’t be a gun!

     “I don’t have a gun!” I banged my fists on the table for emphasis. “I’m telling you, that’s impossible!” My head felt full to the point of exploding. I started to sense myself moving outside of my body. “I don’t have a gun!”

     Even as the two officers moved in close to restrain me, the “in-charge” guy started to look a little pale. He doubled back to check parts of my briefcase he’d already searched.  I tried to pull away from the officers; their restraining hold on me just enraged me more.

     “I’m telling you I don’t have a gun!”

     Then in-charge guy said, “I…I have to agree with you. Excuse me.”

      In-charge guy went back to monitor guy and they had a pretty tense whispering exchange. He shrugged his shoulders, they both laughed and he walked back to me.

     “I’m telling you I don’t have …”

     “Sorry officers. He’s clean. Here’s your bag sir. Thanks for your cooperation.”

     And with that, the officers released me and then the in-charge guy handed me my bag, as if nothing had happened. If you’ve been through airport security, then you know you don’t want to get into a misunderstanding with those guys. So when he smiled to hand me my bag, I decided the best strategy was to take my stuff and get the hell away from there.

I don’t think I conjured the knife out of thin air, but what if what I write becomes real? Hummm. Sounds like a good idea for a story.