The True Adventures of Charley Darwin

by Carolyn Meyer
ages: 10-14
First sentence: “Odd, isn’t it, how a trivial thing can turn out to be a matter of greatest importance in one’s life.”
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I had high hopes for this one.

I found it at the library while reading the evolution book, and I thought: a historical fiction book about Darwin. That’s got to be fascinating. Maybe it’ll shed more light on the whole evolution debate. Maybe it’ll be good historical fiction (Carolyn Meyer is a good writer). Maybe I’ll like it.

And I did. Well, the first third anyway. Meyer begins with Darwin being sent to boarding school, chronicling his education and interests. Education, he despised and (even though quite smart) did little for. Interests, though, he had many of. Including collecting, shooting, walking… but nothing that (he or his father thought) would lead towards a suitable career for a well-off but not noble English man.

Then, when he was 22, he was recommended to go on a surveying voyage around the world with a Captain FitzRoy. It was on this trip that he not only began to formulate the theory of evolution, but figured out what he wanted to do with his life. But, it’s also where the book fell apart for me. I enjoyed learning about Charley’s childhood. He’s a fun and fascinating kid, and Meyer has captured his voice in such a way as to bring him to life. But, once on the voyage, he’s bogged down in seasickness and collecting that it became much less interesting. And so, by the time the four year voyage was over, I had completely lost interest in the book.

Yes, it is really the adventures of Charles Darwin. It’s just too bad that they’re not terribly interesting.

10 Questions for Elle Newmark

One of the perks of doing blog tours, I think, is getting to “meet” the authors, eve if it is via email. Elle Newmark, author of The Book of Unholy Mischief (my review here), was gracious enough to answer a few questions I had about the book and her approach to writing.

MF: Was there anything in particular that prompted you to write this particular book?

EN: I had been searching for a novel idea, and one night I watched The Name of the Rose. As you probably know, it’s about a mentor/student relationship between a medieval monk, his novice, and a book. I went to bed with that movie in my head and woke suddenly at 4 a.m. with a foggy notion about a chef, his apprentice, and a cookbook.

My subconscious had substituted a chef for the monk because my father was an Italian chef and I grew up in a family where food was a centerpiece of life. When a writer grows up with a chef, food as metaphor is inevitable. I didn’t yet know what adventures the chef and his apprentice might have, or what mystery the book might hold, but that evolved into The Book of Unholy Mischief over 3 years of writing and many, many drafts.

MF: What drew you to Venice and this particular time period?

EN:Venice is a gorgeous and mysterious place. My main character says: “The water still whispers tales of death as it laps against decaying palazz. Men in capes still appear out of the darkness and dissolve back into it. Venice has always been the perfect setting for secrets, seduction, and the melancholy thoughts of the poet.” Venice is unique. And the early Renaissance was the perfect time for this tale because it was the beginning of man’s emergence from centuries of intellectual darkness. The printing press had recently been invented, and knowledge of all types (including much that was deemed “heresy”) was becoming more available to the general public. Great thinkers discovered that the earth moves around the sun at the same time that you could be put to death for saying as much. Forget the Alamo; remember the Inquisition. The combination of Venice along with the political/social/religious turmoil of the early Renaissance presented a huge tapestry of colorful people, places, and events. I found it irresistible.

MF: What kind of research did you do in the process of writing this book?

EN:Both research and personal experience informed the writing of this book. I visit Italy often because I have family there—in fact I have cousins named Luciano and Francesca who allowed me to use their names—and I have always considered Venice to be Italy’s most intriguing city. I did months of historical research, using libraries and the Internet, reading loads about the people who lived in Venice in 1498, what the politics were like, and how a kitchen might be run in the palace of the doge. I did further research into the odd little details like whether or not they used a paring knife or whether the common folk wore underwear. That stuff is harder to find. But it was only by being in Venice that I discovered how the damp night air felt clammy on my skin, how the Rialto market smells of fresh vegetables, how the greedy gulls swoop and cry, and how a gondolier’s oar cuts through a sluggish green canal like a stiletto. When readers call this book evocative, I believe they’re responding to my personal impressions of Venice.

MF: Did any of your expectations about the time period change during the process of writing?

EN: Oh, yes. I didn’t realize how much political clout the church had in those days. In 1498, the pope was Rodrigo Borgia (Pope Alexander VI) a rich Spaniard who bought the papal throne—and it truly was a throne. He wielded as much military muscle as any king, and he was ruthless. Italy was not yet a unified country, and the papal states were as rich and powerful as any other kingdom. A corrupt religious leader with sweeping political power is an insidious combination; it leads to no end of outrages and intrigues.

MF: I enjoyed all the evocative descriptions in the book, especially those of food… what kind of food experiences did you draw on writing this? Where did you get the information on the dishes you described in the book?
EN: As I mentioned, my father was a chef, and I fondly remember him stirring pots like a mad alchemist, defying gravity with one-handed omelette flips, and presiding over the annual family ritual of making ravioli from scratch. There was always something festive and almost magical about the preparation of food in our home. My mother was also a good cook, and I know our way around the kitchen as well, but the dishes I describe in the book were concocted for their metaphorical value. I tried to invent dishes that would illustrate whatever concept I was trying to get across. For example, the soufflé illustrates the beauty of a moment, the fleetingness of time. Veal is innocence, a black sauce is death, soft cheese is comfort, etc, etc, etc.

MF: Do you have a favorite character or scene?

EN: I like all my characters for different reasons. I like Luciano’s earnestness and the chef’s integrity, but I also like the truthful depiction of Guiseppe as a bitter drunk. I sympathize with Francesca’s dilemma about whether to follow her heart or her head, and there’s a horrible charm about the suave sophistication that covers Landucci’s murderous nature. Also, I am fascinated by the notion of a pope who was a jovial sociopath. I don’t think characters necessarily have to be likable to be interesting.

MF: What do you hope that readers will get out of the book?

EN: First, a good read. I love to hear from readers who tell me they did not want the book to end. Second, the message that we should honor our own uniqueness by thinking for ourselves. Follow no one blindly. Question everything.

MF: How did you become a writer; was it something you’ve “always” wanted to do?

EN: Yes, it was something I always wanted to do. As a child, I was a bookworm, haunting the dusty, one-room library in our neighborhood. I practically lived there. By the time I got to college (as an English major, of course) I devoured novels and secretly wrote little stories. I thought it would be really cool to write a whole book, but I didn’t think I could. It seemed too big. John Steinbeck is the author who really got me questioning how novelists do what they do. Of Mice and Men devastated me, and I put the book down wondering how ink on paper could make me sob with despair. How could I mourn a fictional character? And how does a writer, who is not present in the room, force me to turn the pages obsessively? I wanted to learn how to do that. I took creative writing classes and attended workshops. Then I found a group of talented writers willing to read and critique my work. But most important of all, I kept writing. They say it takes ten thousand hours to really master something. That’s a lot of writing, but it sounds about right. I wrote for almost thirty years before I published The Book of Unholy Mischief.

MF: Do you have a particular place or method when you write?

EN: When I work in my studio, I like to be comfortable. I sit in a cushy chair with my feet up on an ottoman and my MacBook Air on my lap. I don’t want an achy back getting in the way of my thoughts. But I also like to write outdoors and in foreign places. A certain sense of displacement seems to kick my creativity into high gear. Perhaps that’s why I started writing my first book when I lived in Europe.

As for method, I start with a concept and a few characters (whose life histories I write simply for my own information) and then I begin writing the story. After a while, I need to stop and make some sort of outline so I don’t get lost, but the most important thing is to keep writing. I allow myself to ramble on and on; I write truly terrible first drafts so that I have something to work on, which is much less intimidating than a blank page.

MF: What are five books you love/would highly recommend?

EN: OMG only five? There are so many great ones, but I’ll give it a shot.
1. Sophie’s Choice (a masterpiece)
2. The Book Thief (because Death as the narrator is brilliant)
3. People of The Book (Gorgeous writing, wonderful characters)
4. Wicked (Clever!)
5. Bonfire of the Vanities (satire doesn’t get any better than this)

MF: What can we expect from you next, if you are willing to share?

MF: My next book is a tale set in India. I spent all of last March in India, researching, and once again, my experience enriched the writing. The title is not yet decided, but the story involves two love stories, one hundred years apart, both set against the backdrop of war. An American woman, Evie Mitchell, accompanies her husband to India with their young son. He is going there on a Fulbright Fellowship. Evie hopes the shared adventure will bring them back together. Their marriage has been strained every since he returned from WWII, and she imagines the color and pageantry of India will distract them.

However, they are quickly caught up in the trouble surrounding the imminent partition of India between Hindus and Muslims. Violence begins, and they cannot flee. They are forced to remain in the small, fictional village of Masoorla. Stranded, Evie discovers a packet of letters hidden in a brick wall of her colonial bungalow. The letters hint at a strange and compelling story of love and war involving two young Englishwomen in 1857. Intrigued, she embarks on a mission to uncover the Victorian story. Her search leads her through the bazaars and temples of India, and into the dying society of the British Raj. It also exposes her husband’s dark secret and challenges everything she every believed about the man she married. This book is due to be released in 2010.

Thank you so much for your time! You can visit Elle on her webpage.

Growing Up

M is 13 today.

(I’m mildly freaking out because that means there’s a teenager in the house. Eek!)

She was 8 when I started this blog, and has been the one daughter to feature prominently on it (I love C, A, and K, and as they grow — if I’m still blogging — I’m sure they’ll find their way onto the pages here). But M has been here because she’s a reader, and that is something I love about her (among others).

I know it’s not a tradition for moms to make birthday wishes, but I’m going to make them just the same:

I hope that because we share the love of books, and in many instances the love of the same books, that we’ll be able to weather the next 5 years or so better than I weathered them with my mom.

I hope that as she goes on in school that she won’t forget the love of reading, that she’ll be able to make the time to continue to read, and be willing to continue to come to me and say “Mom! You HAVE to read this book! It’s awesome.”

I hope that I’ll always make time to hear her.

I’m blessed and lucky to have the girls that I do. I hope I can treat them as well as they deserve. (I love this song…)

Happy Birthday, M!

My Antonia

by Willa Cather
ages: adult
First sentence: “I first heard of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.”
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The thing that struck me most about this classic — which I remembered being my favorite of Cather’s work when I went through all her books about 10 years ago — was the amount of affection in it. Affection not only for the characters, but for the immigrant situation, the land, as well as the friendship that develops between the two main characters.

There isn’t much of a plot — it follows Jim Burden, the son of some Virginians who ended up living in Nebraska with his grandparents, and his friendship with Antonia Shimerdas, the daughter of some Czech immigrants. They, like all children, have ups and downs and as their paths go in different directions as they get older, they drift apart. It’s not an easy life for Antonia; she has to work hard for everything she gets, especially after the suicide of her father (who did not take to immigrant life very well).

But the plot seems to be immaterial here, and I found I didn’t mind (which is strange for me; usually without a strong plot, a book just seems to drag.) because the affection just leaks out of the book. That, and Cather is one of those writers that just captivate you. She’s not complex or flowery in her writing, but rather opting for a very straight-forward, yet descriptive prose. Here’s my favorite passage:

When spring came, after that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only — spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind — rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known it was spring.

See? Simple, yet incredibly evocative.

But, really, it was the affection that made the book for me. I enjoyed being a part of Jim and Antonia’s life, and the final section — where Jim makes it back to visit Antonia 20 years after last seeing her — really touched me. A true classic.

The Book of Unholy Mischief

by Elle Newmark
ages: adult
First sentence: “My name is Luciano — just Luciano.”
Review as part of the Pump Up Your Book Promotion book tours.
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It’s Venice, 1498. The dawn of the Renaissance, when the conflict between knowledge and religion is at it’s peak. The Catholic Church has ultimate control, peasants are ignorant and suspicious. In the midst of all this, there are rumors of a book, one that has a love potion, or an elixir of life, or the formula to turn metal into gold. With it, someone could have great power, and so those in power are searching for it.

This is not the story of the book, or at least not directly. It’s the story of Luciano, an orphan street-rat who was plucked out of his life by the doge’s chef and into the life of a chef’s apprentice. He wants the book, convinced that it will make his life better. Except, the deeper he gets into his new life, the more he realizes that getting the book is not the point.

That’s the basic gist of the plot, but it’s really not an easy one to pin down. There is one, and there is character development, but about a third of the way in, one realizes that plot is not the point of the book. The book works more like a tapestry: rich, lush, gorgeous, layers upon layers. The plot is only the nails to hang the tapestry of the words on the wall. The things that stood out in this novel were not the characters, or even what happens — though the homage to knowledge and the Guardians of such was quite fascinating — but, rather the descriptions. From the food to the streets of Venice, it was all very sensuous, very evocative. Like the tapestry, it sometimes got overly busy, and even a tad sparse and slow at other times, but overall, the effect was stunning.

Eighth Grade Bites

The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, #1
by Heather Brewer
ages: 11+
First sentence: “A tree branch slapped John Craig across the face, scraping his skin, but he kept on running and ignored the stabbing of pine needles on his bare feet.”
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Vlad is not your typical eighth grader. Well, he is in many ways: he’s got a massive crush on Meredith, who seems to like his best friend, Henry. He doesn’t do spectacularly well in school, but manages okay. His parents died in a freak accident three years ago, and so he has that to deal with.

Oh, and did I mention? He’s a vampire.

His mom was human, and his dad was a vampire and (without all that messy Twilighty swoony vampirey stuff) Vlad’s been raised as a vampire. Granted, he’s a humane one: aside from biting Henry when they were eight, he’s never actually fed upon a human, but rather eating donated blood (in very creative forms) or raw meat. (This book was written in 2007, before the Twilight phenomenon, so no unfair Breaking Dawn comparisons, please.) As if his life wasn’t complicated enough — it’s no fun being a creature of the night when you’re forced to go to school during the day! — it looks like his substitute English teacher — brought in after his teacher, the Mr. Craig of the opening sentence, disappears — is figuring out Vlad’s secret.

It was billed as “ghoulishly funny”, but I didn’t really find it that. I did find it fascinating, and I liked Brewer’s take on the vampire world from the get-go. But, I guess I wanted more than a sullen eighth-grade boy (do all vampires need to be sullen?) trying to get over his dad’s death. Stick with the book, though: the ending few chapters are quite exciting. Enough so that I’m willing to give the other books in the series a try. Maybe Vlad will perk up a bit.

I do have to note that the library copy I read had pages with dried blood on them. Creepy, yes, but also very annoying. Can we make it a policy to not bleed on vampire books. Please?

I Need to Get Out More

Because I’m positively giddy about being able to go to this (stolen from Mother Reader):

It is officially time to sign up for the KidLitosphere Conference taking place on October 17th, 2009 at the Sheraton Crystal City Hotel. The conference is open to bloggers – and wannabe bloggers – in children’s and young adult literature. Yes, this includes YA/Kidlit authors, illustrators, editors, and publishers who blog or would like to blog.

So what’s the conference like, other than awesome? The day starts with breakfast from 7:00 to 8:00 a.m, where you can catch up with old friends or meet new ones. The sessions go from 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. and will cover:

-The Blog Within: An Interview With Your Inner Blogger
– Building a Better Blog: Best Practices, Ideas, and Tips
– Split Reviewer/Author Sessions:
Better Book Reviews/Writing Ideas for Blogging Authors
– Split Reviewer/Author Sessions:
Social Networking for Fun (and Profit?)
– Authors, Publishers, Reviewers (and ARC’s): A Panel Conversation
– Coming Together, Giving Back: Building Community, Literacy, and the Reading Message (KidLitosphere CentralPBS/RIF/Literacy)

There will also be a Meet the Author time at the end where writers and illustrators can bring their books. A fun dinner to mix-and-mingle is scheduled for 7:00 p.m. to 10 p.m. with the continuing party moving to the hotel bar. The registration fee for all of this – including the breakfast and dinner – is only $100. It’s a total bargain.

Informal outings will take place on Friday and Sunday. We’re hoping to arrange a Library of Congress tour for Friday afternoon and we’ll gather for dinner near the hotel around 6:00 p.m. Sunday’s expedition may involve a local DC bookstore, Politics and Prose. If I can get some authors to register soon, we may even be able to arrange a reading.

Rooms are currently on hold at the Sheraton Crystal City Hotel for the amazing rate of $109 a night. They will only be held until September 16th, and if our block is filled before that low rate may not be available. Book soon. Since I’ve held rooms with two double beds, you could bring your family along to visit DC or share with a blogger buddy.

It should be noted that the hotel is a mile from National Airport and free shuttle service is available. A Metro Station is on the same block and goes to Washington DC in minutes. In fact, Downtown DC is only two miles away. The hotel is right next to the Crystal City Shops and a few blocks from the upscale Fashion Center at Pentagon City. If you want more information about the hotel, visit the website of the Sheraton Crystal City Hotel.

The registration form is available at KidLitosphere Central. There are a limited number of spaces available, so please sign-up soon.

My goal? To enjoy my time there, and to meet as many people as I can. Which means y’all have to come… right?

Library Loot #30

Summer’s winding down: the library was positively quiet today. (Which meant everyone kept glaring at my loud children…) On the plus side: more books and movies were actually there. I think I like it better when it’s quiet. 🙂

For A/K:
Go, Baby Jaguar! (Go, Diego, Go! Ready-to-Read) (the downside of summer being over: there are Dora books in!)
Pizza Kittens, by Charlotte Voake
Duck Soup, by Jackie Urbanovic**
Which Puppy?, by Kate Feiffer/Illus. by Jules Feiffer
Wombat Walkabout, by Carol Diggory Shields/Illus by Sophie Blackall**
Our Marching Band, by Lloyd Moss/Illus. by Diana Cain Bluthenthal
Thing-Thing, by Cary Fagan & Nicholas Debon
What do you do When a Monster says Boo?, by Hope Vestergaard/Illus. by Maggie Smith
Is There Really a Human Race?, by Jamie Lee Curtis/Illus. by Laura Cornell**

For C:
The Model President, by Brian Tacang
Bad Kitty Gets a Bath, by Nick Bruel
Raucous Royals: Test your Royal Wits: Crack Codes, Solve Mysteries, and Deduce WhichRoyal Rumors are True, by Carlyn Beccia

For M:
She — remarkably — didn’t pick up anything this week!

For me:
Faith, Hope, and Ivy June, by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
Someone Like You, by Sarah Dessen
Eighth Grade Bites (Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, Book 1), by Heather Brewer

The roundup is either at Reading Adventures or A Striped Armchair.

*Ones that M eventually read.
**Picture books we really liked.

Darkwood

by M. E. Breen
ages: 10 to 14
First sentence: “The sun sets so quickly in Howland that the people who live there have no word for evening.”
Review copy sent to me by the publisher.
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Hmmm. This book has an interesting premise: an orphan girl, Annie, is sold by her “Uncle” to the Drop, the mine where all the kingdom’s jewelstones are mined. Except, Annie — who has learned that she can see in the dark — gets away. She makes her way to the main city, gets into the palace, and begins to discover that the fact that the Drop is exploting children is only the tip of the iceberg.

But, the premise — complete with twists and turns and prophecies — wasn’t quite enough to make this book soar. With all it’s evocative language and descriptions, and Annie running about here and there and everywhere, I found myself slightly confused with what was exactly going on. And when the big reveal came at the end, I was completely underwhelmed. Maybe this has something to do with being an adult, but I’m not sure. The plotting felt uneven — too little happened for too much of the book, then it all came crashing down in the last 1/3. Which is too bad, becuase, really: it was an interesting premise.

Shug

by Jenny Han
ages: 10+
First sentence: “It is the end of a summer afternoon and the sun will be setting soon, our favorite part of the day.”
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Ah, first love. Generally speaking, I’m pretty jaded about the whole first love thing — especially if it morphs into True Love — but I found this book by Jenny Han to be exceptionally sweet and poignant as it looked at a girls first “real” crush, as well as the bumps and joys of growing up.

Twelve-year-old Annemarie Wilcox — Shug for short — has just realized she’s is in love. Unfortunately, it’s with her best friend, Mark, who increasingly — now that they’ve started the 7th grade — won’t admit that she exists. On top of that, things are getting increasingly worse between her parents, her best friend Elaine has a boyfriend and is spending less time with Shug. Not to mention that she’s being forced (for the sake of a grade) to tutor her mortal enemy. Increasingly, Shug just can’t seem to find where she fits in all of this change.

There is so many things to love about this book, from it’s genuine Southernness (I’m a sucker for Southern books), to the affection Han has for her characters, to Shug’s voice throughout the book. Shug is a charming character, torn between hanging on to childhood and yet entranced by growing up. She’s easy to relate to: everyone has a first crush, and, for me at least, I found the awkwardness Shug has to be completely believable.

In short, Han has captured a perfect slice of pre-teen life. And done it in a quiet, yet completely charming, way.