Dreading Time in Fiction

Left: swirling red sky with sun or moon masked by clouds. Right: Thoughtful woman with hand face ponders

“I find myself skimming where before I slowed and marinated in it all.”

 

Most of my creative mutuals know how deeply I regard American author, Ursula K. Le Guin. I’ve read much of her work, though I prefer her later fiction, poetry, and non-fiction essays. She is one of our modern masters in the ways of imagining, creating, and storytelling. Her writing is muscular and rich. Her storytelling is focused, her world building expansive. There is deep intent to what she does, and a deep commitment to the craft of it. [1]

Craft and narrative intent and impact are forefront for me as I write these days. The necessary matter of time plays into both concerns. Time in terms of the writing of stories but time, too, in terms of the capability and interest of the people at the receiving end of a story-making artist’s creations.

Social Media’s Impact

Black and white photo of VHS videos on store shelvesIn a recent Bluesky thread, Ann Leckie, author of the Hugo award-winning Ancillary Justice, commented on the shift in “straightforward narration/exposition” noting that “young readers aren’t used to it.” [2, 3] It’s the impact of social media there to my mind and the generational shift in the content and approach found now in high school and college literary education. Younger educators and their younger readers haven’t learned how to read literature where a story is told via longer narration and description. I saw this already some years back when, as an assistant bookstore manager and VHS was the format for the day, I was regularly asked by students “where the videos for all the books were.” It goes beyond the Which is better, book or movie? trope. The movie is the book for many.

Add to this the more recent “movies should only be 90 minutes long” vibe on social media. That inability for the viewing or reading mind to purely be with something. Instead there is a need for action and for someone or something to tell me how to feel, how to think, how I should be impacted by the experience. [4]

SHIFTS IN AUTHORIAL INTENT

Cover of Ancillary Justice shows small spaceships hovering over and beside a large space tankerAfter reading Leckie’s thread, I picked up Ancillary Justice. I’ll be reading her entire Imperial Radch trilogy this winter as I turn to my SF project, looking to study her approach to world building (as well as reviewing Le Guin, Becky Chambers, H.G. Parry, Ada Palmer, and N.K. Jemisin for the same reason). Leckie’s narration, blended with her precise style of exposition, is more heavily detailed and drawn out than I remember from my first reading some eight years ago. Then, almost immediately absorbed by the story, Leckie’s method was less visible to me. This time, though, it is visible, and I find myself resisting. They’re intriguing, the details, but also a bit much; not too rich, simply much. I find myself skimming where before I slowed and marinated in it all. And I fret for this, that I have become somehow altered by social media as well.

Of course I turn my eyes to my own writing and question the how of my doings there. When, or more simply am I taking too long to tell the tale? And should that be my concern? Mindful of Leckie’s observations, how much do I owe a reader by way of time?

OLD TIMEY EDGE CUTTING

I recall a recent conversation with a one-time professorial colleague. He and I were on the forefront of our then department’s creation of online education programs. The software was still in the making then—no Zoom, no Teams, no digital classroom management systems. As part of that nascent educational advance I worked with colleagues from the Carnegie Mellon software development team, with the videographers, and with our own faculty to develop best practices. My lectures and group discussions were recorded live in my classrooms; foundational content presentations in my office. A single class time typically ran 1.5 to 2 hours. That was the norm, for us the instructors and for our students. Were I teaching now, I cannot imagine creating a video clip longer than 5 minutes, 10 at most. And I cannot but wonder how I could now convey the complexity and intellectual depth of my 2 subject areas (information organization and literary analysis and criticism) in so brief a time frame.

There is that need for speed in the reader or viewer now and, unfortunately to my mind, the need to see the information or content but not to be faced with (or forced to?) the deeper engagement that pushes the development of specific applied intellectual skills or critical thinking abilities.

Left: human hand with drippings of paint-colored paints. Center: people dancing on a stage illuminated in shades of blue. Right: Wide paint brushes with several different colors of paint on them

 

I find myself in envy of visual artists; the look-at-arts of painting, drawing, print making, textile design, photography, dance, etc. Their work hits, has an immediate or near-immediate impact. The work of a word-artist is no less risky but the impact can be—how to say this?—refused or denied because it requires a different kind of engagement; one demanding time.

ENDPOINT NEW POINT

I have no summary here, no grand solution to offer. It embarrasses me to admit I am relieved I am no longer an active academic; I no longer know how I would teach my areas of expertise given the technology of the current higher education environment.

As a writer, though, I do have and will take power. I will look to my mentor, Le Guin. I will heed her counsel to take the time, to go deep, to shape and construct sentence and story. As a lifelong writing instructor and author of professional, academic, and technical publications, I know what does and does not work in the practical sense. As a person now writing in the realms of imagination, I must needs summon the courage to disregard the current existential dread about narrative style and its conception in the marketplace. I am author not vendor and my readers are that, readers, not consumers. I respect what I am and am doing, and I respect them too.

 

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AUTHOR BIO

J.A. Jablonski has been a university professor and researcher, academic and special librarian, information technology consultant, writing instructor, technical writer, book and database indexer as well as a graphic designer, award-winning display window and exhibits designer, fictional letter writer, live-action role playing actor and theater designer, sewist, and utterly amateur gardener, occasional poet. Jude’s current incarnation is fiction writer; they write in three different genres (mystery, speculative SF, and magical realism) while working to keep one foot in the academic scene by researching material culture in utopian fiction.

Jude’s current projects include a character-driven, ensemble cast academic mystery series set on a small college campus located in the Driftless Region of Wisconsin; an SF novel about competing factions of socio-anthropologists; a collection of stories, poems, and illustrations on the nature of the Muse; and a magical realism tale about a synesthesic young person who meets a one-eyed peer with unusual abilities.

If you have a question or comment for me, drop me a line via my Contact page. You can see a wider view of my creative world on my Instagram page.

 

© J.A. Jablonski 2024. All rights reserved.

How to cite this post

Jablonski, J.A. (2024, Jan 16). Dreading Time in Fiction Writing. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website).
https://jajablonski.com/2024/01/17/dreading-time/

IMAGE CREDITS

Header image

    • “A picture of a sunset with clouds in the sky.” Photo by Serhii Tyaglovsky via Unsplash
    • “Woman with head resting on hand.” Photo by Niklas Hamann via Unsplash

“Video Store | Astoria, Oregon.” Photo by Sean Benesh via Unsplash.

Cover of Ann Leckie’s book, Ancillary Justice. From Leckie’s website page.

Triptych image

NOTES

    [1] The Marginalian is a website created and curated by Maria Popova, a modern person of letters. Popova holds Le Guin in considerable regard and often writes about her. This link connects to all the entries on Popova’s site about Le Guin.

    Also of interest may be John Plotz’s lengthy and wide ranging 2015 conversation with Le Guin. Citation: Plotz, John. (15 June, 2015). “The Story’s Where I Go: An Interview with Ursula K. Le Guin.” Public Books  (website). Le Guin’s website is here.

    [2] Ancillary Justice is Book 1 of Leckie’s Imperial Radch trilogy. Books 2 and 3 are titled Ancillary Sword and Ancillary Mercy. Leckie’s website is here.

    [3] Bluesky is not yet (but soon will be) a public platform. If you are on it, Leckie’s comments can be found in this thread begun by author C.L. Polk. Meanwhile, here is the text of the 3 posts I referenced.
    (Note: IMO = ‘in my opinion’)

    I feel like, when you do something a reader might trip over, it helps to tell them up front that this is going to happen. So, right up front, “Here is some EXPOSITION I am going to do this from time to time” and then it becomes a part of the pattern the reader expects. IMO.

    Some of the problem (also my IMO) is that straightforward narration/exposition has been out of style for long enough that younger readers aren’t used to it. Also long enough that it’s maybe not in our ears enough that we can just naturally do it so it works.

    My take is usually…to try to let readers know from the start what I’m going to be doing (more or less, obviously) and then they’ll follow me or not. Maybe start a new trend!

    [4] Granted, this complaint is usually made in response to the superhero franchises, blockbuster shoot-em-ups or space operas, and their oft-intended male adolescent audience. The issue, I think, is that these types of movies and their redundant remakes dominate the market. There are movies for people who like to time-soak in character, story, and place, but those films are less frequently made.

     

     

    ARTIST | Kenneth Patrick Schweiger

    Left: paintbrushes in tin can; center: artist schweiger at work on painting; right: self portrait of Schweiger

    “We understand in this painting what is round, flat, or soft.

    We get a tactile sense of the textures, how they feel, by studying the painting.

    Earlier this Fall while touring the Minneapolis Institute of Art I came upon Kenneth Schweiger painting a copy of Henri Lehmann’s Portrait of Clémentine (Mrs. Alphonse) Karr, 1845. I’ve seen people doing this in other art museums but in this case was struck by the quality of Schweiger’s work and his ease in talking about it. I wanted to hear more about his creative way of thinking and the practical logistics of what he does so I asked him if we might continue our conversation in an interview here.

     

    Kenneth Patrick Schweiger. White male with beard wearing glasses & baseball cap

    BIO

    Kenneth Patrick Schweiger is a Fine Artist in St. Paul, MN (USA). He also serves as an Instructor at The Atelier Studio Program of Fine Art in nearby Minneapolis. Schweiger attended DePaul University in Chicago, IL. After graduation, he lived in Tokyo, pursuing his interests in Japanese art and culture.

     

    JAPAN


    JAJ: I am intrigued by your fascination with the art of Japan. What first drew you to Japan after your studies at DePaul?

    KS:  I visited Nagasaki the summer between my 2nd and 3rd year in high school. It was my first international travel experience and the influence was profound. I took a Japanese Language class at DePaul initially as a graduation requirement. After the first semester, I was excited and motivated to continue pursuing art and Japanese.

    Growing up in the 1980s and 1990s, Japanese culture permeated our sources of electronic entertainment in the United States. Nintendo and Super Maria, Sega and Sonic the Hedgehog, Voltron. These cultural exports were tremendously inspiring. It was not until my teens and early 20s that I was able to connect them with the country of Japan.

    Cover of Mangajin: Basic Japanese through ComicsI also grew up reading and enjoying Marvel and DC comics—particularly X-Men and Batman—as Saturday morning and after school cartoons showcased these characters. When deciding my career goals, I had an inkling that it was to write stories via comics. Comics, and now graphic novels show a tremendous visual experience. Pictorial compositions explain the words; the words explain the pictures. It was a glorious calligraphy of shape and line.

    At DePaul, while I floundered to declare a major, the university newspaper accepted an illustration in my freshman year. I drew comics for four years there under the mentorship of an illustrator named Brian Troyan and an editor named Will Moss. Will Moss is now an editor at Marvel Comics. While drawing comics and studying Japanese, a textbook entitled Mangajin’s Basic Japanese through Comics delivered a decisive, life course altering impact. [1]  I read this glorious text over and over during my college summers, when not driving a forklift at my summer work gig. In this Rosetta Stone-like manual, Japanese and English were placed side by side with comics. Words I understood and attractive pictures set alongside words I was struggling to understand. It was a door-opening portal whose rewards plunged me into a new world of cultural norms, and expectations. The art forms, the pictorial language had the savor of childhood nostalgia and yet was more.

    JAJ: In a 2022 interview you said of the art you saw in Japan that “There was a mysterious quality about that work that I wanted to participate in and be part of.” [2]  Can you speak more about that quality and what and how “being a part of it” means?

    KS:  I am fascinated by the woodblock print designs of the Edo period. The Great Wave over Kanagawa, from Hokusai’s 36 views of Mt. Fuji is a stellar example. [3]  The compositions are magnificent. The shapes, colors, and tonal masses are balanced. The line work is exquisite. I find them to be poetic representations of life at that time.

    My residence in Japan was permitted by a work visa acquired through an English teaching corporation. I worked at elementary and junior high schools in the Bunkyo ward as an Assistant Learning Teacher supporting English teachers and providing native examples. I was riding the subway in Tokyo in 2007 and noticed an ad campaign by the metropolitan government entitled Edo Shigusa or Old Tokyo’s Manners. [4]

     

     

    It depicted passengers on a streetcar sliding over to make room for another to sit down. There were multiple versions, people turning their umbrellas while passing on a crowded sidewalk, etc.  The style looked like a Hokusai print. Yet the characters mingled period dress with cell phones, suits, and ties—it  was a seamless  blend of past and present. I had to find the artist. His name is Yamaguchi Akira, and he is a contemporary fine artist working in Tokyo, and represented by Mizuma Art Gallery near Shinjuku. [5]  Seeking out his art shows in galleries put me in pursuit of this mysterious quality. I think it may be a canon of pictorial forms in Japan.

     

    JAJ:  You recently co-lead a Small Group Journey on the “Textile and Traditional Arts of Japan” that saw you visiting several cities. The itinerary was fairly elaborate! [6] What was your role? Did you help plan the tour?

    KS:  My role was in assisting the founder of Tanpopo Journeys, Koshiki Yonemura, with guiding guests on the workshop visits, translating language and cultural questions, and navigating the train system.

    Tanpopo Journeys Logo Koshiki had been my boss at a Japanese noodle restaurant in Lowertown Saint Paul called Tanpopo Noodle Shop. She, her husband Ben, her mother, and brother Ira, as well as an incredible, tightly knit team of kitchen and serving staff operated Tanpopo at a standard of excellence that drew me back multiple times to eat delicious soba and udon  noodles.

    After about the 3rd visit, I had to turn in an application and worked as a server there. I served evenings from Thurs ~ Saturday, which connected me to the Lowertown Arts Community. We would finish our shift at 9 or 10pm, slurp an amazing bowl of udon, and walk over to Saturday night jazz at the Black Dog Cafe. Concert musicians played together on that stage from around the metro area, nation, and internationally, for tips! One beer, live music, and a community of working artists formed a very constructive artistic environment.

    In a simple way, I was maintaining a connection to Japan. But I felt that if I was to grow beyond teaching English, and wanted to produce higher quality artwork, I needed help. At around 2011/12, I began taking a night class in northeast Minneapolis in a studio called the Atelier. [7]  The content of the class was pure drawing. We arrived, set up an object to draw, and worked on one drawing for 14 weeks. I left with blurry eyes, frustration, and a growing ability to draw well. It fed my soul, and was to become a pathway to full time study of classical methods of drawing and painting. 

    THE ATELIER


    JAJ: You mention in your Artist Statement that your work draws on the atelier tradition. What is it about the atelier approach that calls to you as an artist? And further, how do you translate that tradition to your students?

    The Atelier tradition in America goes back to the Boston School, a group of American painters in the late 19th century that traveled to Paris to study oil painting. Painters like William Paxton, and Thomas Eakins made the transatlantic journey to study in the ateliers (French for workshop) of renowned French artists like Jean-Léon Gérôme, Léon Bonnat, Alexandre Cabanel, and William Bougeureau (see the “Carpet Merchants” at the Minneapolis Institute of Art). [8]

    This teacher to student transmission of knowledge includes intense study of classical sculpture via cast drawing and cast painting. Along with learning to see, daily drawing and painting from a live model, as well as still life painting develops a student’s ability to see visual information and translate it accurately onto paper or canvas.

     JAJ: This may seem like an odd question, more likely an ignorant one! When I read up about the atelier tradition certain aspects of it struck me as almost rigid. It’s not copying per se, but there it seems there is a creatively finite quality to realism. Does it seem that way to you?

    KS: This is an excellent question that is hotly debated. I chose the atelier tradition because it has equipped me with the tools to develop my artistic vision and a method to express it. When I lived in Tokyo, and intuitively tried to sketch either from life on the street or from examples in books, I could not replicate the lines and shapes. Not only that, I could not see or figure out the gap between the two. It was humbling! I needed the guidance of a skilled teacher to first open my eyes. And it wasn’t solely a function of my eyeballs, but also a development of the mind, heart, and hand to a more subtle, sophisticated translation of what we think we see. When that understanding unfolds onto paper or canvas, this can be described as the language of art.

    The thread of human figurative art that weaves through Ancient Egypt, Greece, Roman art, the Italian Renaissance, and the French Salon are irresistible. The best of it is so profoundly beautiful, and the paragons of this tradition are steeped in learning from our predecessors. The more I make copies of past great work; the more I appreciate its wonder. I would make a musical analogy, great piano and violin players are encouraged to practice scales and learn Mozart before attempting to compose a symphony. I feel a similar way about drawing from Michaelangelo or Cabanel.

    Portrait of Clementine & Schweiger copy

    THE PORTRAIT OF CLEMENTINE


    JAJ: Henri Lehmann’s Portrait of Clementine is a dramatic painting and stands out among the other works in the MIA gallery. Were you looking for something in particular when you saw her? Or was there something about her specifically that made you want to paint her? [9]

    KS: The Portrait of Clementine is a world class masterpiece of oil painting. It is strikingly naturalistic; as if a woman put on a dress, styled her hair, and sat down on the other side of the window. It is also composed expertly—the perspective, light source, and arrangement of light and dark shapes are well balanced. The oval frame echoes the shapes within the portrait.

    Lastly, the technical layering of colors is done with a deep and thorough understanding of oil paint. There are subtle green color notes within the forehead that could not have been painted directly on the surface layers. They emerge from within gently giving dimension to the forms of the brow, eye socket. There are bright orange/red accents within the shadows at the nostril, and upper lip. This leads me to believe that some of the underpainted layers are being allowed to show through a semi opaque veil.

    JAJ: How long have you been working on this painting? Do you have to be in the museum in front of her or can you work on it in your personal studio?

    KS: I began painting on Clementine in August of 2021. I did a grisaille or grey scale painting to prepare the canvas in my studio. [10] From there, all color work was done in front of the painting at the museum.

    JAJ: At one point when we were talking in the museum, you pointed to Clementine’s forearm, just below her bracelet. You spoke of the softness of the color along the line of light and Lehmann’s careful brushstrokes. You wanted to capture that. As a writer I would compare that to reading a certain author and noticing a specific quality in their writing that I might want to imitate or echo. Is this what you meant by “capturing?” Is it a matter just of technique or something else, something more? What or how do you think when you “capture?”

    KS: Yes absolutely! Ted Seth Jacobs, an American painter, once said he does not teach technique when drawing. He asks students to carefully express what they understand about a person’s face or body in a drawing, and technique is born from that search.

    I wanted to catch a glimpse of Lehmann’s form sense. He expressed an idea about the sensual quality of her arm, skin, hair, and dress, and said it in paint. We understand in this painting what is round, flat, or soft. We get a tactile sense of the textures, how they feel, by studying the painting. We also feel the presence of a specific person in this picture.

    Kenneth Schweiger can be found online here:

    If you have a question or comment for me, drop me a line via my Contact page.

    © J.A. Jablonski 2023. All rights reserved.

     

    ABOUT ten toes interviews

    Ten Toes Inverviews is an intermittent column in which I talk with creatives of all sorts. The interviews are collaborative. Read more about them here. (I am looking for people to interview. Please drop me a line via my Contact page with your ideas.)

    How to cite this post

    Jablonski, J.A. (2023; Feb 21). Ten Toe Interview: Kenneth Patrick Schweiger. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website). https://jajablonski.com/2023/02/21/interview-kenneth-patrick-schweiger


    IMAGE CREDITS

    Kenneth Schweiger painting Lehmann’s Portrait of Clémentine in the Minneapolis Institute of Art in October 2022. Photo by J.A. Jablonski (All rights reserved).

    Portrait of Kenneth Schweiger. Image provided by Mr. Schweiger.

    Mangajin’s Basic Japanese through Comics. Book cover. From Japanese Quizzes website.

    “Edo Shigusa or Old Tokyo’s Manners.” From the Neko Jitablog. (2015-02-11).

    Tanpopo Journeys Logo. From their Facebook page.

    Kenneth Schweiger’s version of “Portrait of Clementine” in front of the original painting by Lehman at the Minneapolis Institute of Art. Photo by J.A. Jablonski (All rights reserved).

    SOURCES | NOTES

    [1] Mangajin’s basic Japanese through Comics : A Compilation of the First 24 Basic Japanese Columns from Mangajin Magazine. (1998). Weatherhill. ISBNS:  9780834804524 & 0834804522. WorldCat record.

    [2] Episode 001 of  “The Artist Stool” interview (YouTube, 2022).

    [3] 36 views of Mt. Fuji. (1760–1849). This Wikipedia article displays the images.

    [4] Edo Shigusa or Old Tokyo’s Manners. A 2015 article in the Japan Times cites a page from the “government-approved morals education textbook “Watashitachi no Doutoku” (“Our Morals”), for fifth- and sixth-graders, [that] describes behaviors said to be from the Edo Period.”

    A search for that textbook brought up this interesting article: Unsriana, Linda & Ningrum, Rosita. (2018). “The Character Formation of Children in Japan: A Study of Japanese Children Textbook on Moral Education (Doutoku).” Lingua Cultura. 12. 363. 10.21512/lc.v12i4.4270. It can be read in full at this link.

    [5] Yamaguchi Akira. Artist. His information page at the Mizuma Art Gallery.

    [6] The latest itinerary for this tour can be found at this link.

    [7] The Atelier Studio Program of Fine Arts. 1621 East Hennepin Avenue, Suite 280
    Minneapolis, MN 55414. Website.

    [8] More on the artists Schweiger mentions can be found here. The detail and quality of the information in these Wikipedia articles varies. Some, but not all, include links to collections that hold the artist’s work(s), exhibition catalogs, and external links to research articles and/or websites.

    [9] A brief article on Henri Lehmann can be found on Wikipedia. More of his works can be seen at the ArtNet website here.

    [10] As Schweiger notes, a grisaille is monochromatic painting in shades of gray. This article by Scott E. Bartner shows the step-by-step progression from a grisaille to a complete work. (“Working Up from a Grisaille.” (n.d.) Artists Network website.)

     

    Ten Toes Interviews | An Upcoming Conversational Series

    Robert Lous Stevenson lectures grandson & RLS portrait

     “It’s a pleasant thing to be young and have ten toes, and you may lay to that.”

    Robert Louis Stevenson. Treasure Island (1883)

    Writers, artists, songwriters . . . all are often asked where do you get your ideas? I’ve talked about my methods in a post here. What truly fascinates me is that moment when the creative has the idea . . . what happens then? How do they think about it? Where do they go with it? In short, how does the creative person’s mind work when it is working—at the point of the idea and then in the follow through?

    The notion of a child sitting and counting their toes—perhaps just discovering that they have ten toes—struck me as an amusing approach to take in talking with creative people: playful, curious, wandering wonderment.

    The interviews are collaborative. My process is to ask what sorts of things the person might want to talk about, then create questions for them based on that. I send them the questions, they write back, and I perhaps send more questions, either for clarification or because something they said struck me. Once we agree the conversation is satisfactory on both sides, I’ll post it here.

    My first interview will be with Kenneth Schweiger, a fine artist in St. Paul, MN (USA) and an instructor at The Atelier Studio Program of Fine Art in nearby Minneapolis. We are just finalizing our conversation.

    Some folks I have lined up for Ten Toes Interviews in the coming months include:

      • Marcelle Heath
        Author of Is That All There Is? (2022) and the creator/curator of Apparel for Authors on Instagram, a visual/text interview series on writers, fashion, and the public sphere.
      • Bill Whitley
        Consulting Typographer, Craftsman, Writer
      • Lou Host-Jablonski
        Architect (resource-efficient, ‘sustainable’ design and planning), Artist, Children’s museum exhibit designer, Writer, Sewist, Woodcraftsman, Musician (fiddle and bagpipes).
      • Ali Bacon
        Writer of contemporary and historical fiction. Winner of ASLS Best Scottish Book of 2018 for her novel In The Blink of an Eye.
      • Day Host-Jablonski
        Emergence Medic, Educator, Writer, Herbalist, Perfumier, Live-action role play actor.

    I am looking for more people to interview. Please drop me a line via my Contact page with your ideas.

     

    © J.A. Jablonski 2023. All rights reserved.

     

    HOW TO CITE THIS POST

    Jablonski, J.A. (2023, Feb 17). Ten Toes Interview | An Upcoming Conversational Series. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website). https://jajablonski.com/2023/02/17/ten-toes-interviews/

    IMAGE CREDITS

    “A Historical Lecture.” A sketch by Isobel Strong of her stepfather Robert Louis Stevenson entertaining her son Austin with a story. From the RLS Website.

    Portrait of Robert Louis Stevenson (slightly modified). Photo taken by Charles L. Ritzmann. c. 1865. From the Berg Collection, New York Public Library (image id no. 484059). As noted on The Victorian Web.

     

     

    Deanna Raybourn | Killers of a Certain Age

    L: Author portrait of Deanna Raybourn; C: Cover of Killers of a Certain Age; R: Bourbon Street, New Orleans

    Killers of a Certain Age is sharp and breezy, dark humored and sometimes desperately funny.

    It gives women their voice, their rage, and their utter competence.

    Oh my, I do hope Deanna Raybourn had as much fun writing Killers of a Certain Age (2022) as I did reading it. Focused and witty, Raybourn is utterly in command from the sly, initial author’s note to the final moments and summary remark. Killers is an out-of-the-park home run of a read. [1]

     

    THE STORY

    As always, I am interested in the how and how well of a tale, not a specific running through of events. But an overview of the story is needed. This from Raybourn’s website:

    “Older women often feel invisible, but sometimes that’s their secret weapon.

     

    Billie, Mary Alice, Helen, and Natalie have worked for the Museum, an elite network of assassins, for forty years. Now their talents are considered old-school and no one appreciates what they have to offer in an age that relies more on technology than people skills.

     

    When the foursome is sent on an all-expenses paid vacation to mark their retirement, they are targeted by one of their own. Only the Board, the top-level members of the Museum, can order the termination of field agents, and the women realize they’ve been marked for death.

     

    Now to get out alive they have to turn against their own organization, relying on experience and each other to get the job done, knowing that working together is the secret to their survival. They’re about to teach the Board what it really means to be a woman—and a killer—of a certain age.

    “It’s kill or be killed, but they’ve been at this a long time….” (from the cover)

    I find thrillers stressful reading and usually avoid them. What drew me to Raybourn’s Killers was representation, pure and simple. (And that cover blurb that promised a witty telling!) I am of that same certain age and rarely do I find crime fiction about older women that isn’t of the cozy variety. Now I enjoy me a go-round with Ms. Marple as well as the next, but give her a fierce eye, strong friends of her own kind, and a reason for a little sex and serious revenge, well now, take my money!

    Killers of a Certain Age is sharp and breezy, dark humored and sometimes desperately funny. It gives women their voice, their rage, and their utter competence.

     

    CHARACTER, PLOT, & VOICE

    I look for characters with heft. The main four women in Killers have solidity; initially a bit too 007 but their eventually revealed backstories flesh them out credibly. Secondary and even minor characters are sketched with sufficient verity. Raybourn tells you how people look with an easy swiftness. There seems to be a future tense cinematic awareness on her part but one can envision one’s own Billie, or Akiko, or Kevin by the way they move, their mannerisms, and the impact of their respective pasts.

    The very real notion of what age does to a body, the female body in particular, is not shied away from. I can imagine that there are some who will find these “impossible old bitches” as Billie calls themselves at varous points implausible in terms of their ability to recover quickly enough from various injuries or overextension to save the day, themselves, or each other. That’s the grace of fiction and, in this case, Raybourn’s stylish speed and narrative flash. (Perhaps one can be inspired to higher levels of self care even if covert assassin is not our job title.)

    The plot is patterned like a detailed tapestry, every move stitched, every knot tied just so. There is more than one moment that seems incredible, but the flow of the action sweeps you along with a complicit wink. Killers begs to be on the big screen (though I confess I dread that, fearing a glam casting and a male-gazing direction that would ruin all).

    And the narrative voice burns with its focus. It is fierce though not always loud—in places it is almost gentle—but the telling is so en pointe, so confident, so almost joyous in its intent that as a reader you feel utterly held and challenged to keep up with the rush of considerable action.

    A couple novels of crime & mystery, though utterly different in tone and style, have struck me with a comparable trifecta of well-balanced character, plot, and voice: Dorothy L. Sayers’ Gaudy Night (1935) and Ellis Peters’ Brother Cadfael’s Penance (1994). [2, 3] And a few have come near: Laurie King’s Touchstone (2008), Marco Carocari’s Blackout (2021), and Jill Paton Walsh’s A Presumption of Death (2002). [4, 5, 6] And, if I may dare to speak of a book I’ve only just begun, Fiona Erskine’s Phosphate Rocks (2021), looks to be shooting for a spot on my list of best crime books. [7]

    Writing Hard, Writing Soft

    What drives Killers is its vivid, urgent storytelling. I was with these women the entire way, gripped by the nape as it were, to see what they did, what they decided, and to be frank, how they killed and thought about killing, individually and collectively. This last, the very last—how the women thought about their “job”—while only intermittently mentioned was a bit tricky. Killers is meant to be an entertaining read not a discussion of ethics. In the end I think we want to believe we’d be as honorable.

    The Sphinxes they’ve been named. Billie, the first person narrator of the present time chapters, is intellectual and ruthless, a natural leader. The remaining trio, Mary Alice, Helen, and Natalie, are less defined but they have their moments in terms of personality and the lethal precision of their respective skill sets. There are men, well-delineated and credible, one perhaps a tad idealized, but for the most part Raybourn keeps the focus on the women.

    The Sphinxes are superb, meticulous planners but when things go awry—and we know they will—they are immediately inventive and cool under fire. And they trust and respect each other, not simply for their skills but for who they are and how they think and feel.

    But there are grace notes to the story as well, moments of tenderness: when Cassandra Halliday, the women’s Museum mentor in their youth, confronts Billie and uses a painting to make her point; when one of the women recalls an old lover with sensual, tender intensity; when the notion of female solidarity is captured by the making sure hotel maids don’t have to clean up after their ‘work’ and the giving of a ginger drop by one of the old timers to a younger.

    Writer as Exemplar

    With any of the titles cited above I could imagine something different at certain points, usually having to do with a plot point or a certain aspect of a character. My tweaking in Killers would be only a matter of authorial style but it was a useful exercise to imagine how I might have approached a certain scene differently, useful to imagine why Raybourn made the choices she did.

    I learned quite a bit from her re: terse visual description via point of view, practical sentence-to-sentence sequencing, and that notion of utterly trusting one’s reader to be a companion in the process. And while my own idiosyncrasy is to read simultaneously as reader and as writer, never did I feel Raybourn’s heavy hand as author. I like to think I heard her laughter though.

    There is real work behind Killers’ blithe ferocity and it is truly impressive. They say the best actors are those who make it look easy, who don’t seem to be acting at all. If Killers of a Certain Age does make it to the cinema, Raybourn has given the cast gold to work with.

    Author Bio

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling novelist Deanna Raybourn is a 6th-generation Texan with a degree in English and history from UTSA. Her novels have been nominated for numerous awards including the Edgar, RT Reviewers’ Choice, the Agatha, two Dilys Winns, and the Last Laugh. She launched a Victorian mystery series featuring intrepid butterfly-hunter Veronica Speedwell in 2015. This Edgar-nominated series is ongoing. Her first contemporary thriller, Killers of a Certain Age, chronicles the adventures of four female assassins who must band together against the organization that would rather see them dead than let them retire.” (From the author’s Press Kit)

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    ABOUT BOOK THOUGHTS

    Book Thoughts is an intermittent column within my blog. The essays are both book reviews and book responses. I like to converse with and around the books I read.

    How to cite this post

    Jablonski, J.A. (2022, Dec 26). Deanna Raybourn|Killers of a Certain Age. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website).
    https://jajablonski.com/2022/12/26/deanna-raybourn-killers


    IMAGE CREDITS

    Header image

      • Left: Author Portrait of Deanna Raybourn (From her Press Kit)
      • Center: Cover of Killers of a Certain Age (From Raybourn’s Press Kit)
      • Right:  Bourbon Street, New Orleans. Photo by David Reynolds on Unsplash

    SOURCES

    Disclaimer: As a Bookshop Affiliate (US only) I will earn a commission if you click through on a book title I’ve linked to and make a purchase.

    [1] Raybourn, Deanna. (2022). Killers of a Certain AgeBerkley Books. For a complete listing of Raybourn’s’ books see her website.

    [2] Sayers, Dorothy L. (1935). Gaudy Night. This link is to the 2012 Harper Paperbacks edition.

    [3] Peters, Ellis. (1996). Brother Cadfael’s Penance. Mysterious Press.

    [4] King, Laurie R. (2008). Touchstone. Bantam.

    [5] Carocari, Marco. (2021). BlackoutLevel Best Books.

    [6] Walsh, Jill Paton. (2002). A Presumption of Death. St. Martins.

    [7] Erskine, Fiona. (2021). Phosphate Rocks. Sandstone Press.

     

    Apparel for Authors: Marcelle Heath Interviews Me

    Reversible Art Rob & JAJ standing on lake beach masked, & Jablonski author portait inset

    “I am very conscious of the role of dress in creating my characters and in how storytelling can manifest itself via what and how characters wear clothing and/or present themselves.”

     

    Author Marcelle Heath is the author of the recent  Is That All There Is? (2022), a collection of short stories. [1] Her writing is rich, evocative, and well-crafted, her eye for detail, personality, and the dynamics of human interaction finely tuned.

    Marcelle and I share a fascination with how people self-identify and self-express with dress; with the whole notion of clothing as an extension of self but also a product of creativity. She is the creator/curator of Apparel for Authors on Instagram, a visual/text interview series on writers, fashion, and the public sphere. [2] Recently she interviewed me and graciously gave permission for me to reprint that interview.

     

     

    Her original IG version can be seen here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

     

    How is clothing a reflection of you and/or your work? 

    When I write I wear whatever is loose and comfortable as I often work for long stretches. What I imagine myself wearing is rather different, however. It might be a banyan (18th-century men’s house robe) over an open-neck cotton shirt, waistcoat and walking skirt, or hakama (Japanese pleated, skirt-like trousers) with a linen shirt. I have patterns and fabric for these and hope to make them up this winter. When I attend a social or more formal event, I usually wear a modernish frock coat with a button-down shirt and jeans or layers of skirts with a long tunic or artist’s coat.

    Owl Post Lady in frock coat and cowboy hat, lue haired editor lady with large sunglasses and small gold fedora, and Lady Larkin character with long brown curly hair, a corcheted lace caplet,. The last sits in front of a bookcase and ponders a globe

    Do you write about clothing?

    I am very conscious of the role of dress in creating my characters and in how storytelling can manifest itself via what and how characters wear clothing and/or present themselves. In my academic mystery WIP, characters usually don’t talk about dress explicitly but they are aware of clothing as an expression/extension of who they are. I include accessories and hairstyle in the notion of dress. And I need to see my characters move in order to write them. Clothing—color, fabric, how it fits (or doesn’t), how it drapes and moves—is an aspect of that.

    The notion of creative play deeply informs and enhances all of my writing. I typically make props or costumes to accompany my writing and other imagination projects. In another universe altogether I write Dante’s Wardrobe, an artist’s blog I started in 2010. It includes clothing-related posts, some of which have to do with theatrical events, character creation, or my fictional character correspondences. Two examples: The Red Death Comes to the Midwest  and A Costumed Affair.

    2 closeups of J.A. Jablonski, a white person with white chin-length hair & wire-rim eyeglasses.

    What did you wear for your author photo?

    (Left) I am wearing my current favorite, a dark blue cotton man’s shirt with narrow gold stripes that I found at a thrift shop. The necklace was made by my sister using beads I collected. The pendant is something I found on the sidewalk. (Right) I have on a sky-blue linen tunic and waxed canvas hat, the band for which is a thrifted, thin leather belt cut to fit. Same necklace with matching earrings. I often wear different eyeglasses. And I am wearing a wig in both (I have partial alopecia).

     

     

    What accessories do you wear?

    Rings, many at a time, funky brooches, and artsy earrings. I prefer jewelry of sterling silver or stainless steel though I do have a few antique gold pins and rings that were given to me or I found in antique shops. As with my clothing, I want my accessories to have stories attached to them. Diamonds don’t appeal. I like color and they have none. I favor garnets and gemstones like jade, onyx, and lapis.

    I’ve also sewn some caps out of fabrics I’ve recycled from various projects. I wear them when I write to keep my head warm.

    Left - Sewn fabric caps, Right - white-skinned hand wearing silver-colored rings on three fingers

    Do you have a favorite art work/artist that depicts dress in their work?

    The design lines of  clothing from the Western Edwardian era, male and female, really appeal to me. There is an ease and elegance there. I like the rich colors and textures of medieval fabrics. Frida Kahlo is a favorite for her sheer exuberance. I keep a small collection of books on clothing and design. Favorites include Art to Wear by Julie Schafler Dale [3], UnFashion by Tibor Kalman [4], and Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty by Andrew Bolton. [5]  And I like to follow artists and historians or persons of dress, fashion, costume design, and clothing creation on social media.

    Such as these persons on Instagram:

    How does your identity intersect with the way you dress?

    As long as I can remember I’ve regarded myself as simply am and have always thought/felt that. This sense of identity changes, sometimes from day to day, even morning to afternoon. I dress as it pleases me. I favor more masculine lines these days though I have some winter sewing projects lined up that are more feminine in appearance. Either way, I combine notions and tend not to see garb in purely binary terms; rather, it’s a matter of line, texture, and color.

    Right now I am most comfortable wearing men’s dress shirts with jeans and a fitted waistcoat. Menswear fits my shoulders and I like the clean lines and durability of jeans. Waistcoats complete the look, are just so damn cool and sexy as hell. I like the artistic potential of the Japanese haori and have a stash on my project table of colorful cotton prints, denims, dark earth-toned men’s deadstock wool suiting, and slubbed silks along with Folkwear’s haori pattern.

    What considerations do you make when purchasing clothing?

    Close up of JAJ in straw hat & green canvas jacket with oak leaf appliquesI rarely purchase clothing new. I like garb that has a story, preferably a long and involved story. Most of what I wear is thrifted, hand-me-overs from siblings, sewn by me, or something I made or acquired 20 or 30 years ago. There were no such things as Tall Shops when I grew up, Even now most store-sold clothing designed for women is unappealing: the garments are often poorly made and their design is generic and assumes gender roles for the wearer. Big and tall men’s stores often have better made products but the overt modern “guy-ness” of the designs is boring for me.

    I grew up in a family of 12 where our average height (men and women) is around 6’4”. Out of financial necessity, but also artistic preference, we all thrifted. And everyone sewed, even the gents. One of my brothers once sewed himself a camping tent when he couldn’t find one to accommodate his 6′ 8″ self.

    How do you respond to dominant expectations of beauty? 

    I have never fit the mold. I was 5’10” when I was ten years old, 6’2” when I was twelve, and nearly 6’4” by twenty. I was athletic and had a little bit of beauty when younger though that has changed into an only occasional handsomeness.

    What I do respond to is how others manifest themselves in terms of personal style and their own sense of body and appearance. I am not a follower of fashion per se but as a one time theater major, artist, historian, and writer, I am fascinated by clothing as art and as a self-making and self-identifying activity. People who grok that intrigue me, as much for their mindset about it as for the clothing they make, design, or wear.

    AUTHOR BIO

    J.A. Jablonski has been a university professor and researcher, academic and special librarian, information technology consultant, writing instructor, technical writer, book and database indexer as well as a graphic designer, award-winning display window and exhibits designer, fictional letter writer, live-action role playing actor and theater designer, sewist, and occasional poet. Jude’s current incarnation is fiction writer; they write in three different genres (mystery, speculative SF, and magical realism) while trying to still keep one foot in the academic scene by researching material culture in utopian fiction. Their pronouns are she/her/them/they; their honorifics are Dr/Ms/Mx.

    Side by side text sysnopses of JAJ academic mystery & SF books with text

    (Alt-Text note: Text on these images is included in Image Credits section below.)

    Jude’s current projects include a character-driven, ensemble cast academic mystery series set on a small college campus located in the Driftless Region of Wisconsin; an SF novel about competing factions of socio-anthropologists; a collection of stories, poems, and illustrations on the nature of the Muse; and a magical realism tale about a synesthesic young person who meets a one-eyed peer with unusual abilities.

    If you have a question or comment for me, drop me a line via my Contact page.

    © J.A. Jablonski 2022. All rights reserved.

    How to cite this post

    Jablonski, J.A. (2022, Nov 1). Apparel for Authors: Marcelle Heath Interviews Me. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website).
    https://jajablonski.com/2022/11/01/apparel-for-authors-interviews-me/

    IMAGE CREDITS

    Header image | All images by J.A. Jablonski

    Marcelle Heath. From the Literary Arts website.

    J.A. Jablonski as 3 LARP actors. Images by J.A. Jablonski.

    J.A. Jablonski author images. Images by J.A. Jablonski.

    Row of handmade cotton caps & one antique crocheted cap. Hand wearing silver & stainless steal rings. Images by J.A. Jablonski.

    Instagram avatar images of Emma Capponi | John Armstrong | Julia Bennet | VELES, | Kate Strasdin.  (As of October 2022).

    Profile shot of J.A. Jablonski in straw hat & green canvas jacket with oak leaf appliques. Image by Bob Wait.

    Triptych images: Glass windows of tall residential building, stone stairs carved into stone walls, a large solar array. Below is text describing J.A. Jablonski’s speculative fiction novel.

    Text reads: “SF WIP. The skies have gone silent & the spaceships of ecotourists & Truthseeker Scholars, the economic lifeblood of Hev, will no longer arrive. The inhabitants face a solitary future & the decline of their vaunted Grand Solar Array. The discovery of a trove of historical documents created by a long-ago team of Truthseekers by a Historical Ethnographer & their Linguist Savant brother pits them against an arrogant scholar who would rather let Hev die than reveal the secrets of its past.”

    Photo of leafless tree on edge of frozen lake. Image by J.A. Jablonski. Below is text describing Bk. 1 of J.A. Jablonski’s first academic mystery.

    Text reads: “Academic Mystery WIP. After the college carillonneur is found dead & the body of an undergrad pulled from the college lake, the Dean of Libraries commits suicide. An eclectic group of campus worthies finds themselves unexpectedly in league & uncertain whom to trust when it becomes likely that one them may be a killer.”

      SOURCES & NOTES

      Disclaimer: As a Bookshop Affiliate (US only) I will earn a commission if you click through on a book title I’ve linked to and make a purchase.

      [1] Heath, Marcelle. (2022). Is That All There Is? AWST Press.
      (Heath includes some of her short stories on her website here.)

      [2] Marcelle Heath’s Apparel for Authors Instagram page.

      [3] Dale, Julia Schafler. (1986). Art to Wear. Abbeville Press.

      [4] Kalman, Tibor & Maira Kalman. (2000). (un)Fashion. Harry N. Abrams.

      [5] Bolton, Andrew. (2011). Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty. Metropolitan Museum of Art New York.

       

      Becky Chambers | The Monk & Robot Series

      Left: Cover for A Psalm for the WIld Built; Center: Becky Chambers Portrait; Right: Cover of A Prayer for the Crown Sky

      “This story would be enjoyed, I think, by travelers, gardeners, utopianists, urban planners, makers of good meals, sociologists, and people who visualize strongly when they read.”

      I have yet to entirely sort my emotional sensibilities about Becky Chambers’ recent Monk and Robot novella diptych. They are themselves works about sorting so perhaps that is fitting. The first is titled A Psalm for the Wild-Built, the second A Prayer for the Crown-Shy. [1] [2]

      While there is an organic quality to the pair—Prayer needs Psalm to work—each book contains its own small narrative necessities. And there is a gentleness to them. Not surprisingly, then, Chambers’ books have been described by some as hopepunk. Hopepunk is a “subgenre that has emerged … which finds its narrative motivation in the idea of optimism—embodied in acts of love, kindness, and respect for one another—as resistance.” (From Merriam-Webster) [3]

       

      THE STORY

      First, the story overviews from Chambers’ website:

      A Psalm for the Wild-Built

      It’s been centuries since the robots of Panga gained self-awareness and laid down their tools; centuries since they wandered, en masse, into the wilderness, never to be seen again; centuries since they faded into myth and urban legend. One day, the life of a tea monk is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of “what do people need?” is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They’re going to need to ask it a lot. [4]

       

      A Prayer for the Crown-Shy

      After touring the rural areas of Panga, Sibling Dex (a tea monk of some renown) and Mosscap (a robot sent on a quest to determine what humanity really needs) turn their attention to the villages of the little moon they call home. They hope to find the answers they seek, while making new friends, learning new concepts, and experiencing the entropic nature of the universe. [5]

      THE TELLING

      From a writerly perspective, Chambers does some interesting things. The first book is straightforward narrative, a chronology of events, where we see a young person by name of Sibling Dex make a decision to change their life doings then, as we watch that happen, we are introduced to the intricacy of Panga’s one main urban locale, The City, and the post-Transition, rewilded beauty of the land and villages away from this urban center.

      When Dex meets a stranger named Splendid Speckled Mosscap a sort of confrontation ensues, not between Dex and Mosscap but between the assignments each have set for themselves. Life-altering assignments they are but now, with an unexpected companion, they must make other decisions, ones they had not anticipated.

      The second book begins with the same episodic structure but the scenes are more freestanding. Dex and Mosscap are still traveling together, the point of it to explore a question Panga’s robot denizens have about the human denizens. There are stop-offs. They explore. They meet people, make and receive delicious meals, engage in a little on-page flirting and off-page sex, and struggle though some good conversations. But in the course of these single adventures the sociology and philosophy of this splendidly crafted place Chambers has invented become the focus. It’s not that the plot loses its way—it doesn’t—it just doesn’t seem or want to matter as much.

      HARD SCIENCE SOFTLY, softly

      Wooden mannequin hand hold white tulip

      From the perspective of world crafting or world building, Chambers is utterly first rate. Old-timey science fictioneers believe the science has to be hard, that is, “characterized by concern for scientific accuracy and logic” and usually a lot of machinery. [6] The science grounding here is indeed hard but framed within the context of long time passing.

      Writing about Book 1, NPR’s Amal El-Mohtar describes that time: “Centuries ago, robots woke to sentience and went on strike, and the humans who made them as laboring tools decided to respect their newfound agency and release them. The robots chose to vanish into the wilderness in order to learn about a world beyond the bounds of human design.” [7]

      Psalm shows us the humans’ world, much of it rewilded, its culture intensely social, interpersonally aware, and technologically kind. When a robot named after a mushroom enters, the solitary young human, a tea monk of whom we have become fond, finds themselves pushed to sort further beyond what they don’t perhaps realize is their unsorted complacency.

      By the time we are well into Book 2 the nature of hard science has softened. Mosscap faces an existential dilemma: should it adhere to the robot’s technological theology that sees mechanical breakdown as inevitable and part of the natural evolution where new robots are reproduced from the parts of the old. Dex, meanwhile, struggles with the positivist notion that one must responsibly progress when their companion’s present tense philosophy suggests simply being is sufficient.

      CONNECTIONS BELOVED

      Ursula K. Le Guin by Marian Wood KolischAnn Leckie Author PhotoR.B. Lemberg author portrait

      The language I’ve used in the previous section makes Chamber’s storytelling sound rigid and analytical. It is not that at all. If anything, the writing and the telling, in addition to being lush and richly descriptive, are almost tender.

      I’ve seen her work referred to as “comfort reading.” Certainly comfort can be taken—I could see her as a tea monk mostly easily—but it’s her optimism that gives ease and provides solace.

      In that way she is very much in the storytelling tradition of Ursula K. Le Guin (L), Ann Leckie (C), and R.B. Lemberg (R). [8] Her style of telling is unique but one hears echoes.

      Nasrullah Mambrol captures the core of Le Guin’s work:

      When Ursula K. Le Guin . . . has Geny Ai state in The Left Hand of Darkness that ‘truth is a matter of the imagination,’ she is indirectly summarizing the essential focus of her fiction: explorations of the ambiguous nature of truth through imaginative means. Few other contemporary authors have described this process with the force and clarity of Le Guin. Her subject is always humankind and, by extension, the human environment, since humanity cannot survive in a vacuum; her technique is descriptive, and her mode is metaphoric. The worlds Le Guin creates are authentic in a profoundly moral sense as her characters come to experience truth in falsehood, return in separation, unity in variety.” [9]

      In assessing Leckie’s Ancillary Trilogy Liz Borke captures the author’s gist:

      Ann Leckie’s Imperial Radch books—the trilogy which comprises Ancillary Justice, Ancillary Sword, and Ancillary Mercy—have a significant amount of thematic depth. On the surface, this trilogy offers fairly straightforward space opera adventure: but underneath are a set of nested, interlocking conversations about justice and empire, identity and complicity. How one sees oneself versus how one is seen by others: when is a person a tool and when is a tool a person? The trilogy is one long argument on negotiating personhood and the appropriate uses of power; on civilisation and the other; and on who gets to draw which lines, and how.” [10]

      American science fiction editor, and critic Gary K. Wolfe, says this about Lemberg’s The Four Profound Weaves:

      …it’s apparent from the outset that their novel is the work of a poet. The prose is lyrical, evocative, and precise, and it soars when it needs to, without ever yielding to coloratura dramatics. That’s not the only thing appealing, and even refreshing, about this remarkable novel. For one thing, Lemberg demonstrates how it’s possible to construct an evocative and expansive setting without the need for hundreds of pages of ardu­ous, stone-by-stone worldbuilding, and how, by doing this, the setting becomes a function of the tale, rather than the other way around.” [11]

      What Chambers shares with these authors is power of vision, intense storytelling art, and a stunningly deep heart and love of person-, plant-, and animal-kind. She, like them, pours all three into her writing. The style of each is singularly theirs: Le Guin, intelligent and muscularly crafted; Leckie, complex and psychologically confident; Lemberg, lyrical and spare; and Chambers, detailed, playful, and easy, yet meticulously scribed.

      One feels held by Chambers.

      Tea pot & two filled cups of tea on wooden trayIn exploring the craft, the story, and the impact of Chambers’ Monk and Robot books, I don’t want to overlook their pure whimsy and joyfulness. Panga is a lovely little place. The trees, the riverways, the little bugs and great animals; the sheer exuberance of living things is a delight to experience, story and characters aside. 

      One memory I will keep, and one key reason I will reread these books many times, is the food and many kinds of teas. One can see the delicious beauty, smell the mystery of combined ingredients and seasonings, and revel in the shared delight that is its making and sharing. The meals are intermittent but so worth the waiting for.

      This story would be enjoyed, I think, by travelers, gardeners, utopianists, urban planners, makers of good meals, sociologists, and people who visualize strongly when they read. Reading it to children might be fun too, though the philosophizing language and concepts would need to be translated for the simpler understanding of the very young.

       

      If you have a question or comment for me, drop me a line via my Contact page.

      © J.A. Jablonski 2022. All rights reserved.

       

      ABOUT BOOK THOUGHTS

      “Book Thoughts” is an intermittent column within my blog. The essays are not so much book reviews as book responses. I like to converse with and around the books I read.

      How to cite this post

      Jablonski, J.A. (2022, August 16). Becky Chambers | The Monk & Robot Series. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website).
      https://jajablonski.com/2022/08/16/becky-chambers/


      IMAGE CREDITS

      Header image

        • Becky Chambers. Author photo. From her website
        • Covers of A Psalm for the Wild-Built & A Prayer for the Crown Shy from Tordotcom

      Wooden mannequin hand holding ivory-colored tulip. Photo by Trollinho on Unsplash

      Ursula K. Le Guin. Author photo by Marian Wood Kolisch. Copyyright © by Marian Wood Kolisch

      Ann Leckie. Author photo. From Leckie’s website

      R.B. Lemberg. Author photo. From Lemberg’s website

      Tea pot & two tea cups on wooden tray. Photo by Alisher Sharip on Unsplash

      SOURCES & NOTES

      Disclaimer: As a Bookshop Affiliate (US only) I will earn a commission if you click through on a book title I’ve linked to and make a purchase.

      [1] Chambers, Becky. (2021). A Psalm for the Wild-Built. Tordotcom.
      For a complete listing of Chambers’ books see her website, Other Scribbles.

      [2] Chambers, Becky. (2021). A Prayer for the Crown-Shy. Tordotcom.

      [3] Definition from Merriam-Webster. (Note: An article I did not cite from but is especially good re: hope and Becky Chambers is Kehe, Jason. (2021, Sept 16). “Is Becky Chambers the Ultimate Hope for Science Fiction?” Backchannel (column), Wired.)

      [4] Description from Chambers website.

      [5] Description from Chambers website.

      [6] Definition from the Wikepedia entry for “Hard science fiction.”

      [7] El-Mohtar, Amal. (2021, July 18). “A Monk and a Robot Meet in a Forest . . . And Talk Philosophy in the New Novel.” Book Reviews. NPR.

      [8] See the websites of Ursula K. Le Guin, Ann Leckie, and R.B. Lemberg for their book info.

      [9] Mambrol, Nasrullah. (2019, Jan 2). “Analysis of Ursula K. Le Guin’s Novels.” Literariness.org.

      [10] Bourke, Liz. (2016, Jan 19). “The Politics of Justice: Identity and Empire in Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Trilogy.” Tor.com.

      [11] Wolfe, Gary K. (2020, Sept 29). “Gary K. Wolfe Reviews The Four Profound Weaves by R.B. Lemberg.” Locus Magazine.

      Pot Bellies and Wild Hair: Writing Lies, Writing Truth

      Left: single leaf falls with forest background, Center: woman with hands on face stares at camera, Right: old Corona typewriter on dark wooden desk

      “So I made them into one, the foul lot of them,
      and killed them all. It was quite satisfying.”

       

      Today I wrote of death. Rather, I killed a man.

      It’s a strange power we writers have, and a luxury if truth be told. We can create, we can destroy. World building is one way, backstory another. Characters from whole cloth, or woven-together snippets of people we’ve known or met. Or simply passed on the street, online, in dreams. We give them lives then turn around and edit them, in and out of their existence, as it pleases us, pleases the story.

      Every word we write is a lie. Lies in search of truth.

      And whose truth now? Well, that’s its own tale I suppose. If a book, a book of lies, speaks to me directly, if it strikes my heart, is it true?

      Writing is not my therapy, though who and what I’ve learned certainly surfaces. It cannot help but surface. But I don’t use writing to throw my self onto the universe. Instead, I take the truths of it and craft them into lies. I make story of them. I make art.

      The man I killed was four men though he could have been a great many more. There is a type in academe: the predator. I have fended off more than a few in my time, mostly as a student when I was vulnerable and they knew it. But once, not too long back, the gent was the husband of a professorial colleague. I was considerably taller, certainly more fierce, and could have floored him in a moment. Still he tried. Always astounds me, the ego of the predator. I used my words, as we say, and he slunk away feigning misinterpretation.

      So I made them into one, the foul lot of them, and killed them all. It was quite satisfying. But it also makes a good story which is more the point. My dead man looks like only one of them, and even then I have borrowed features from three other gents of whom I was and am fond: a little pot belly from the one, another’s lovely round head, the wild hair of a third.

      But the man is dead and good riddance.

      Mystery-writing is new to me. I read ‘em, more now as I need to understand the genre and the market, but I am mainly a non-fiction, science fiction sort of person as well as an artist. Five or so years ago I found I wanted to do something, something large, something bigger than I could not quite see or even, as yet, understand. And I needed to kill someone. So I am using my words again.

      The structure of the mystery novel is ideal for my authorial purposes now. It is like the heavy wire armature a sculptor uses as the inner framework for a piece. The wire can be twisted and bent into shape, any shape. The writing is the wire proper, editing and redrafting, the twisting. It holds the work in place. Holds the lies.

      I am doing a lot of wire work these days, and a lot of twisting. I feel powerful for it, and humbled. It is easy to kill, less easy to make a story of it. It’s the lying. Lying is easy too. Making it into truth, now that is where the real work is.

       

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      Fictional Letters to Authors & Characters Whose Books I Didn’t, Couldn’t, or Wouldn’t Finish Plus One Kick-In-The-Teeth

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      “I’ll probably pick up your book again in a few months, Dylan,

      after I’ve calmed down, but for now I just cannot get past that one sentence.”

       

      DISCLAIMER

      The letters below were inspired by a number of books I’ve read over the past year or so that fell into the DNF* category. Some fell there dramatically, some casually for their lack of originality. One I very much wanted to like, and had it been edited a bit better (about 25 fewer pages wouldn’t have killed the story), I would have gone on to finish. But time is short and my TBR** list far too long. I’ve not included any names (of authors, characters, or book titles). To protect the innocent one might say. But mostly I am just having a bit of summer fun.

      * Did Not Finish | ** To Be Read

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      Vintage French postage stamp shows  woman about to write letter with quill pen as small Cupid looks over her shoulderDear Doreen,

      I want you to know that I tried, I really did, but after five chapters (and rereading all five just to be sure) I just didn’t—couldn’t—care. Okay, I admit that was probably your author’s point. Your friends didn’t care, your boss sure didn’t. If your kids did I don’t know. I didn’t read far enough to find out if you had any. And you didn’t seem to care for yourself much either. So, the promise in the blurb—that you’d discover the true meaning of life at some point, or something like that—wasn’t enough to keep me reading.

      Those blurbs also noted, by the way, that your author is known for their writerly empathy. Not quite sure what that means, but they may have slipped up with you. Then again, a famous author with whom I am familiar, blurbed that bit too, the empathy thing I mean. The overall voice of your narrative, though, sounded a tad too much like pity to me.

      I am glad you are a fictional character, Doreen. I couldn’t say this if you were real . . . but I just don’t like you. And don’t they say that if a character isn’t likable, even if they are evil, miserable, or whatever, if there isn’t at least something . . . well, I guess you know how this is going to end. I hope you found what you were looking for.

      1923 US postage stamp shows Lady LibertyDear Dylan,

      I came across your book by accident, a serendipitous find, when I was searching the public library catalog. I went all Boolean! Aren’t I mad cool? I needed something about a certain cluster of personality disorders AND comorbidity AND (“social behavior” OR “social manifestation”).

      It had to be nonfiction and fairly straightforward. Your title was a curious one that suggested your angle on things might contain something unique. But then I read your first words, something along the lines that your father (or maybe it was your stepfather) had the disorder I was interested in.

      Puzzled, I closed the your book to read the back-cover blurbs which I hadn’t yet gotten to. (Just so you know, I look at the entire book when I read. It’s a whole package. I learned that in grad school from some gloriously anal-retentive rare books specialist who wore the funkiest, T.S. Eliot-style eyeglasses.) A slew of notables authored all of your blurbs. Serious notables. “Yikes!” I thought. “What did I miss?” Something probably. If I had hung around to find out maybe I wouldn’t be writing this letter.

      But while I truly hate the notion that the first sentence of a book makes or breaks it, in this case it was all too sadly true. It was as if your My parent had X wanted to have the same literary impact as Call Me Ishmael. It didn’t. (Then again I didn’t read all of Moby Dick either.) It made me doubt your take on things from the get go. Honestly, I thought I’d picked up a memoir by an insecure second-born with daddy issues. Yeah, I know. Heartless AF. I’ll probably pick up your book again in a few months, Dylan, after I’ve calmed down, but for now I just cannot get past that one sentence. Sorry.

      American postage stamp showing Charles Lindbergh's airplaneDear Carlotta,

      I hope you know that an archives, a museum, and a library are not the same thing because it seems your main character hasn’t a clue. I thought your book would be a pleasant escape from looking for comparable titles for my own WIP so my bad there. You could hardly know that I’ve worked in and taught archives and library grad students for a bunch of years.

      But that tiny, secret flat in the old wing that the main character rented? (Or did she grow up there as a orphan or with unfeeling parents, which is virtually the same thing isn’t it?) Sorry, but I ran into several I Heart Libraries-themed novels at the same time last year while we were all hunkering down because of (and emotionally escaping from) the Covid horror. (Two had the secret apartment thing going as well.) They all sounded rather the same and rather rote after awhile.

      And there was one other thing, Carlotta. I know there are people who do not find libraries (or archives or museums) fascinating places of beauty. Poor them. But people and their interests—no accounting is there, eh? If you turn this mystery into a series though, as seems likely, please do not use up another three quarters of a page in waxing triteness about the glorious smell of old books. We know, we know.

      Postage stamp of Sputnik Dear Lucas,

      You nailed the setting! Really nailed it! I was there, body and soul. But then the monumental set caved in and buried, smothered, and annihilated the story you were trying to tell. It forced your little coterie of witty, pretty, sexy characters to hold up the sky, as it were, and they just weren’t up to it. But major kudos for having queer characters who were just that, with no grand authorial agenda; just some credible and obvious people who liked whom they liked and everyone was just fine with it. You are my hero, Lucas!

      Postage stamp showing American president George Washington in profileDear Kevin,

      My dear, dear Kevin. You are not the voice of the Deity when it comes to the use and placement of commas, semi-colons, and en- and/or em-dashes. I realize you have writing credentials as old as dirt but surely you know there are reference tools called style guides. There are lots of style guides out there, too, each written for specific audiences, publications, and reasons. And please do note the word guide. That’s guide, not rule. That means recommended usage not carved-in-stone-my-way-or-the-highway. Editors can help you here. Babies won’t die and empires won’t fall if some wee fleck of punctuation is used in a way you’d not deign to use yourself. Take a chill pill.

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      If you have a question or comment for me, drop me a line via my Contact page.

      © J.A. Jablonski 2022. All rights reserved.

      How to cite this post

      Jablonski, J.A. (2022, June 22). Fictional Letters to Authors & Characters Whose Books I Didn’t, Couldn’t, or Wouldn’t Finish Plus One Kick-In-The-Teeth. Blog post. J.A. Jablonski (website). https://jajablonski.com/2022/06/22/fictional-letters-to-author/


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