Hey, It’s Tomorrow!

Saturday at 7:30 p.m. I’ll be in the Barnes and Noble in Paramus at the kind invitation of the  Science Fiction Association of Bergen County, talking about my book and probably other and equally interesting  things, like science fiction and novel-writing. If you find yourself in Paramus, or in the vicinity, do stop in….

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The Six, Rated Four Ways

Most funny to least (but still) funny:

Northanger Abbey

Pride and Prejudice

Sense and Sensibility

Emma

Persuasion

Mansfield Park

The Order in Which I Advise People New to Austen to Read Them:

Pride and Prejudice

Persuasion

Sense and Sensibility

Northanger Abbey

Mansfield Park

Emma

Best Romantic Leads, in Order of Best-ness:

Mr. Tilney

Captain Wentworth

Mr. Knightley

Mr. Darcy

Edward Ferrars

Edmund Bertram (Someone’s got to be last.)

Female Leads in Order of How Much I Would Probably Actually Like Them in Real Life, From Most to Least:

Marianne Dashwood

Anne Elliot

Elizabeth Bennet

Elinor Dashwood

Mary Crawford

Fanny Price

Emma Woodhouse

Catherine Moreland (This list was even harder than the men’s list. Really I like them all.)

 

 

 

 

Writing for Yourself vs. Writing for Others

Here’s a thing I wrote for Women Writers, Women’s Books. With a picture of where I did most of my writing while in Minnesota. I left there a week ago and it already seems like a glorious, delirious dream.

To write stories is always to be alone in a room, with only our characters for company. But what about readers? To write presupposes their eventual existence. Yet for a writer just setting out, doubtful of success, the reader is as fictional as the rest of it.

We write for various reasons. To understand ourselves or other people; to make sense of life’s randomness and injustice; perhaps to draw attention to them, or to imagine how things could be better. There is a certain narcissism too, in imposing yourself on the world, insisting on your own cleverness. The archetype of the Mary Sue represents the extreme of that wish-fulfilling impulse I suspect lives inside every writer, however artfully hidden.

But also this. Continue reading

Lessons From a Retreat

Other lessons: It’s very cold in Minnesota in February. But the light is amazing.

It strikes me, a week into this experiment, that the effect of a writing retreat is to compass the usual stages of writing a novel — despair, self-doubt, acceptance, discovery, etc — into a speeded-up version,  like a time-lapse video of seedlings shooting up and unfurling leaves. There is almost none of ordinary life, with its consolations and its irritations, that commonly provides the buffer, the bread around the meat of your novel. It’s all meat here, to continue the analogy. This is both amazing and terrifying. It’s amazing to sink so deep, to consider nothing else. It’s terrifying because there is nowhere to escape from the notion that it might be utter nonsense. And what then?

Also, the writing I am producing here, just considered as writing, is terrible! I try not to worry about this, for it is of all things the easiest to fix. Interesting that a certain verbal facility was what started me down this path, the longing to express things in beautiful words — and now I am telling myself it is the part that doesn’t matter so much. Is it a case of not valuing what seems easier to come by? Not that writing well is easy either, but the structural aspects, the elements that affect the reader in a realm beyond words, drive the plot and make it hard to put a book down — these seem to me the thing you really want a retreat for, what seem to call most desperately for the focus and the lack of interruption I am so rejoicing in here.

But my time is already running out. How to enlarge on what I’ve accomplished here, how to keep it going? I need to hone the skill of resisting distraction. If I have only an hour a day but I can keep it clean, free of detritus, and focus on only one task, this will be a lot. And even if that hour doesn’t produce much in the way of obvious result, to still honor it and to see it as worth doing. Also to learn how to stay in the world of the story mentally the other 23 hours, this is crucial. There is more in that world to see than there was a week ago, more to think about.

Is it magical? Kind of, yes, in the sense that ordinary life is always magical if you can figure out to look at it properly.

Further Evidence That Charlotte Bronte Is a Piece of Work

A friend alerted me to the Austen/Bronte-themed podcast Bonnets At Dawn, which recently featured the creator of the marvelously strange web series Black Girl in a Big Dress and referenced a fascinating LitHub article from a few months back, Reading Jane Eyre While Black. Around that time I’d been reading “Villette” and was struck by how much she seemed to deplore Catholics, too. Which does not excuse her handling of poor Bertha Rochester, but does help us set it in a wider context.

By a strange coincidence, I learned of the Bonnets At Dawn podcast at the same time I was reading “The Professor,”  the only Bronte novel I’ve not read before. Continue reading

Book event tomorrow!

Just a reminder that the performance reading and author discussion is taking place tomorrow, Dec 6 at 6:30.
Shakespeare and Co is at 939 Lexington Ave. between 68th and 69th Street, not far from the shiny new 72nd Street Q stop and even closer to the 6 train.
Sarah Rose Kearns, the guiding genius behind this thing, is both talented and organized. She is also as obsessed with Jane Austen as I am. It’s been so interesting seeing her visualize parts of my novel as a play — I can’t wait to see how it goes.

On Harvey Weinstein, Sexual Politics and Science Fiction

Like lots of people, I’ve been thinking about all the accusations of sexual misconduct that have come spilling out into public notice ever since the Harvey Weinstein story broke – hardly six weeks, yet what feels a lifetime ago.  Like many women, I’ve wondered if we will look back on this historical moment as a paradigm shift in what is considered acceptable behavior.

It’s important to be realistic about the limits of such a shift. Some men will still behave like jerks, whether through groping, leering, impolite remarks, or rape. There will be still be painful, awkward episodes among all genders of misread social cues, attempted flirting gone horribly wrong, unreciprocated workplace crushes, etc.

But is it too far-fetched to imagine a world where the goal posts have moved? Where the default of people’s conduct and their expectations of other people’s is different than today? It’s a topic that science fiction has not ignored. Continue reading