Podcast 009.1: Edward Prime-Stevenson

 

In this episode, we explore the little-known yet masterfully crafted work of author Edward Prime-Stevenson—a man who faced persecution with bravado and used his talent to strip away social stigmas.

We analyze one of his novels as part of our “Morality” theme, and dig into compelling subjects like the historical/contemporary implications of gayness, unconventional romance and the importance of self-expression.

Please join us as we try to read a little more, write a little better, and explore the human condition—together.

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Reading: Imre, a memorandum

Resources:

Left to Themselves: The Subversive Boys Books of Edward Prime-Stevenson

Homosexual Identity, Translation, and Prime-Stevenson’s Imre and The Intersexes

Biography Stevenson, Edward Irenaeus Prime

Manipulating a Genre, “Boy Book”

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Podcast 007.2: Fredrika Bremer

In this episode, we peer into the unconventional life and prose of author Fredrika Bremer—a woman whose writing ignited a global shift towards the recognition of women’s rights.

We analyze an excerpt of her work as part of our “Femininity” theme and discuss moving themes like feminism, independence, and personal conviction.

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Podcast 005.2: Alan L Hart

In this episode, we review the trailblazing life and work of Alan L. Hart, M.D., a man whose quiet determination and fortitude sparked a slow-moving change in American social attitudes. We analyze one of his short stories as part of our “Rebirth” theme, and hash over resonant issues like gender identity, self-acceptance and liberty.

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Reading: An Idyll Of A Country Childhood

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The Writer Update: Kid

I fought with myself about this one.

This entire blog is about the writer who reads, not the writer who writes. If I wanted to post about writing I would have to make a Writer Who Writes blog.

I had that “intelligent” thought and kept my writerly updates to myself and my 200 or so Facebook friends for months. Then, one day—today, ten minutes ago—I decided, as the Writer Who reads who hasn’t read a whole book in months, that nobody needs two blogs (read: no one has time) and that, really, I needed to post something on this blog before it gets stashed under a Vine compilation, tucked behind a meme, swallowed by the rest of the internet, and forgotten altogether.

Now lets get to the juice.

Back in March I got word that my flash fiction piece “Kid” was going to be published in the Crack the Spine online journal. It would also be considered for print later in the year. I bounced around (embarrassingly excited) until it was published in April. I think a lot of my excitement was actually shock, a why the hell are they publishing this and not that kind of feeling.

I can’t count how many rejections I’ve gotten for my ultra time-consuming short stories and novels that have been edited, rewritten, edited, and prayed over (joking…maybe). Yet this little two page story that I wrote on a whim—in less than an hour—beat out the others?

I know what you’re thinking: Shut up and be happy. So I’m going to shut up and, I promise, I’m happy.

 

Read “Kid” here.

Expect a book review soon.

Be happy too.

 

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

My next review starts in a Denver airport, or maybe it was Houston—it doesn’t matter.  I was alone in an airport bookstore clutching onto a box of flu medicine, a water bottle and the ability to stand, and I decided I needed a book. Though I was returning to Seattle (after a luxurious holiday back home) with no job and a heap of bills, I bypassed the self-help books and gravitated straight to a glowing black-and-white cover where a little girl belonging to another time, stood eerily.

Peculiar

A slight shadow beneath her feet caught my attention. The girl was levitating.

“That’ll be $14.68, hun,” the sweet lady in the Denver/Houston airport said. And thus began my desperate, hungry, stuffy-headed experience with Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.

Ransom Riggs is the author of this dark twist of fiction, and he’s gotten some rather extraordinary recognition for the novel, which was released by Quirk Books in 2011. Peculiar Children (yes, it’s a nickname) made the #1 New York Times Bestseller List, was called the next Harry Potter by CNN, and was referred to as “Tim Burton-esque” by USA today.

I believe that’s enough praise for Mr. Riggs.

Excuse me, my jealousy is showing.

To get to the base of it, this book is an experience. From the dark patterned pages that introduce each new chapter to the photographs laced throughout, supplementing the story—but not supporting it—this book is a gold mine. No, literally, I felt like I was digging for gold. With the dusty confusion of reality trying to ground me, and the shimmering draw of fictitious peculiarities attempting to pull me into a delicious new world. Every bit of gold, every detail, was vital to the story;  oddities didn’t exist in the novel merely to supplement the chilling mood. And for that, I was grateful for each one.

Something I wondered continuously while reading, however, was if this book was meant to be Young Adult. Our focal character, sixteen-year-old Jacob, is an interesting kid who has a good deal of graphic, traumatizing encounters, but is he interesting enough to keep my adult attention? From a first-person perspective? I asked myself this as I swallowed the first half of Peculiar Children  waiting for my flight. Then I realized that I had swallowed the first half of the book. Then I stopped asking dumb questions. Then I kept reading. I suspect that the key to forming a successful young adult character who is able to capture the attention of most readers, independent of age, is to display growth. In 352 pages, Riggs not only achieves this, but does it believably. Each new scene or experience has an impact on Jacob, sometimes stunting him, and other times forcing him into adulthood. Coming of age, you say? I think it’s a little more than that.

However, for the sake of brevity I’ll move on to the speck of things that I didn’t quite enjoy:

  • The parents. I’m not sure if Jacob’s suffocating and concerned, but not-quite-there parents are unfairly pulling at the corner of a distant memory of mine, but I wanted more or less of them.
  • I understand the flood of details that needed to be poured into the reader’s head, and I enjoyed the majority of them. At times, though, I felt that a couple of key conversations existed more for the reader rather than Jacob, our vessel into the unknown.
  •  I expected an open ended close to the story. I wanted to hungrily scour the internet for the next installment’s release date and mark my calendar but, while I know the series is only beginning, I somehow feel content with the ending. C’mon Riggs, be a tease once in awhile!

Despite these small irks, I recommend Ransom Riggs’ first novel, Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children, to everyone over a certain age. But I urge those who enjoy an escape, goosebumps, photographs, kind-a-sorta historical fiction, and mystery to go get a copy immediately. Like, now. Also, quit your job, catch a cold, book a flight, and get stuck over-night in Denver—it makes the read that much more thrilling!

Thanks for the scares and near heart-attacks, Riggs. 3.5 stars.

P.S. Coincidentally, Hollow City, the second installment of this series was released today, 14 Jan 2014. Now isn’t that creepy. I guess I better go buy it….