Archive for: December, 2011

On Vacation

Dec 18 2011 Published by under Navel gazing

 

I had great plans to pre-write and schedule all of my m/m reviews before heading out today on vacation, but it was not to be. I’m going to be traveling for the next two weeks, all of it for fun, from Florida to the Caribbean to San Francisco. Expect little posting, with the exception of my Book Smugglers  guest post on Tuesday Dec. 20, on Memorable Violence in this Year’s Reading. Since I won’t be around on the 20th, let me take this opportunity to thank Ana and Thea for inviting me once again to be part of the wonderful celebration of books that is Smugglivus.

I’ll be back in early January with a slew of m/m romance reviews, as well as reviews of Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked, Ilana Gershon’s The Breakup 2.0: Disconnecting over new media, Patricia Gaffney’s Lily, and maybe Patrick Rothfuss’s The Name of the Wind.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and/or Hanukkah and a Happy New Year!

 

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Friday Links: Whither f/f, the BDB, Sensitive Porno Guy, Author Advice to reviewers

Dec 16 2011 Published by under Friday Five, Links

1. Over at All About Romance, Sandy is bored bored bored:

I just can’t get excited about yet another Regency featuring yet another Miss and yet another wallpaper duke.

Ditto paranormal  and those fated mates.

And spare me from all those small towns are the bestest places in the whole wide world brand of contemporaries.

And, for anyone who might suggest that category romances might fit the bill, as someone posted on an AAR message board a few months ago, when did millionaires get replaced by billionaires?  Greek (b)millionaires, Spanish and Italian aristos, it’s all just the same old.

I have to admit, I need a good long break from Regency London.

2. Another day, another set of Tips on Writing Reviews … from an author:

A friend of mine recently finished reading the advanced copy of Nickels.  She wanted to write a review for it on Amazon, but wasn’t really sure where to begin or what to include.

Just as I felt a few weeks ago that it was unlikely that a reader would read an author’s blog, yet not know how to write an Amazon review, I find the scenario that a reader savvy enough to get ARCs doesn’t. There’s nothing objectionable in the advice given here, but I really have to wonder, when as consumers we are inundated with requests to rate and review everything we purchase, why authors think readers need special help. Posting a review for a book on Amazon is really not different for most people than posting a review of a waffle iron, something obvious to anyone who has clicked a book reviewer’s name only to see all the nonbook items they review.

3. Porn That Women Like: Why Does It Make Men So Uncomfortable? from Slate (via @JessicaScott). This essay on “sensitive” porn star James Deen is so full of fail, I don’t know where to begin, but I did want to point out the Jewish stereotyping: the figure of the sensitive Jewish lover sounds nice, but it’s a bit too close a cousin to the stereotype of Jewish men as unmanly for my comfort. Anyway, it turns out Deen stars in porn films featuring rape scenarios and really rough play. check out the comment thread for arguments for and against the idea that this kind of porn is “porn women like”.

4. LEGO, once the last bastion of gender neutral toys, has come out with a gender coded pink set for the girl this holiday season. check out this post for an analysis of how far Lego has fallen, and tell me that comparing the old Lego ad from the 1970s to today’s doesn’t break your heart a little. Oh, and for everyone who says LEGO is a “boy toy”… I have two boys and a basement full of LEGOs that they never so much as sniffed at (via @vassilikiveros).

5. The Fancy Reader has some excellent suggestions for what would make good steampunk romance, for example:

different perspective of social construction, e.g. race, gender, sexual orientation, etc. Remember: if you can change the history of a country, then you can change its laws and attitudes. Surprisingly, a very high percentage of authors failed to take advantage of this very best thing about steampunk. Most seem to show that the best they could do is associate women with traditionally male-dominant professions (professor, pilot, engineer, scientist, pirate, etc.) while keeping all major characters white and straight. If you set a story in Britain, consider the possibility of taking advantage of Britain’s neglected/ignored history: black, Indian and East Asians Britons; many were certainly born and raised in Britain before 1880s.

6. If you aren’t yet tired of feminist rants against the portrayal of women in J. R Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood, here’s one from Fangs For the Fantasy.

7. Here’s a post from a blog intriguingly titled Requires Only That You Hate on lesbians, where are the lesbians.

Lesbian visibility is pretty bloody terrible in the fiction I enjoy, or even fiction I don’t. So the schtick of those graduated-from-HP-fanfic YA writers, who are ever so lauded for their beautiful wonderful inclusivity? It’s nine times out of ten about hot, hot gay boys. Hot, hot gay boy angst. You’d be lucky if one of the girls in the background… somewhere… likes other girls… somewhere… honest.

We still really don’t see much f/f written, reviewed or talked about in the romance world. And, I hasten to add, I don’t read it and have no interest in it, despite that fact that I do occasionally read m/m. Carina Press, Harlequin’s digital first imprint, is publishing some m/m but not, as far as I know, f/f. Does it not sell? Or is this one of those self-fulfilling prophesies (“if you don’t publish it, they won’t come.”)

8. I’ve been reading a lot of m/m this week as I do annually for Ham/mukah, and I got so sick of first person point of view, I actually sought out third person, and had a hard time finding it. On Twitter, someone said first person is easier than third because of the “pronoun problem” in m/m, and I can see that, but I suspect there is something else going on, although I have not read enough m/m to say what exactly. I will say that anecdotal evidence suggests that the first person narrator is usually the thinner, smaller, and more introspective of the couple. I’ll stop there before I get into trouble.

9. Last day of grading today, I hope.

10. This blog — the first real hobby I have ever had  –  hit half a million page views this morning. Thanks so much for reading.

 

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Review: Cutting For Stone, Abraham Verghese

Dec 15 2011 Published by under Reviews

Verghese is a physician, and I’ve read and admired his work on the doctor-patient relationship, so I thought I would try his first novel (Knopf, 2009), which was a NYT bestseller (for 52 weeks), a book club favorite, and widely praised. Here’s the blurb:

The story is a riveting saga of twin brothers, Marion and Shiva Stone, born of a tragic union between a beautiful Indian nun and a brash British surgeon at a mission hospital in Addis Ababa. Orphaned by their mother’s death in childbirth and their father’s disappearance, and bound together by a preternatural connection and a shared fascination with medicine, the twins come of age as Ethiopia hovers on the brink of revolution.But it’s love, not politics — their passion for the same woman — that will tear them apart and force Marion to flee his homeland and make his way to America, finding refuge in his work at an underfunded, overcrowded New York City hospital. When the past catches up to him, wreaking havoc and destruction, Marion has to entrust his life to the two men he has trusted least in the world: the surgeon father who abandoned him and the brother who betrayed him.

It would be hard to overstate the love for this book. Looking at Amazon.com, Cutting For Stone has over 1000 reviews which average 4.5 stars. Over at Goodreads, it’s got a 4.2 out of 5 after 43,000 ratings. As seems typical of my response to book club fiction, I thought it was just ok. Click here for an excerpt and purchase links. This review contains spoilers.

The novel is set mainly in Addis Ababa, at Mission Hospital, known as “Missing Hospital” thanks to the way the locals pronounced it. The hospital is run by Matron, a sensible, wise, unflappable leader, dedicated to her missionary work with Ethiopia’s poor, who is not above bending the truth to get donations from American congregations who insist on sending Bibles instead of badly needed medical supplies. There are two immigrants from Madras, Dr. Kalpana Hemlatha, known as Hema, and Dr. Abhi Ghosh, who raise twins Marion and Shiva Stone when their birth mother, Sister Mary Joseph Praise, also Indian, dies in labor, and their father, brilliant English surgeon Thomas Stone, runs away.

The novel is written from the point of view of one of the twins, Marion, beginning with a prologue set in 2004 that refers to the momentous events of his life so far: “the miracle of our birth” in 1954, his relationship with his brilliant but tortured father, his estrangement from his twin, and his journey from Ethiopia to America and back. Although I was intrigued, I worried immediately that so many bits in this prologue were highlighted by my fellow Kindle readers, never a good sign. The abundance of Passages of Wisdom such as “Life, too, is like that. You live it forward, but understand it backward” and “We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime” had my fingers shaking as I pressed the forward buttons, but on I read. Unfortunately, these bon mots don’t ever end, later coming out of the minds of different characters, like the strong as a bull, typically unreflective Hema, who wonders, “Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted?” And, every time, they felt more to me like the author speaking than any character.

The novel begins with Dr. Stone’s and Sister Mary Joseph Praise’s perilous sea journey from India to Africa, then spends a couple of hundred pages on the day of the twins’ birth. Then we follow the twins as they grow up in the hospital. The blurb promises a great love affair that wrenches them apart, but it’s really just a young teenage crush gone awry, one more thing that happens in a novel in which a great many things happen. I never felt connected to any of the large cast of characters, which made this book feel much, much longer than its 667 pages. Despite having a nearly omniscient narrator (indeed, who was able to narrate how he felt being born, which confirmed for me that this guy was a ponderous wet mop literally from birth), and despite the burden of tremendous detail, a lot of it backstory, about each major character, I felt as attached to them as I would watching them through a plate glass window.

Although set in Ethiopia, against the backdrop of some major events like the overthrow of Haile Selassie in 1979 (I think the author takes some liberty with dates here, not a problem for this reader at all), I didn’t get a good sense of place outside of the actual hospital. I felt very much as if I were looking at it from a foreigner’s eyes, and perhaps that was the author’s intention. Or it may have been because none of the major characters were Ethiopians. The Ethiopians in the novel came in a few basic flavors: the emperor and his henchman, the prostitutes, the loyal servants, and the pitifully ill.

My biggest objection to the novel comes with its portrayal of women. Sister Mary Joseph is not only a nun, but a nurse, believing that “her job was to make her life something beautiful for God.” After a brief pit stop in Yemen, where she is raped (her habit is dramatically blood stained at the juncture of her thighs when she stumbles into Mission), she serves as Stone’s punctual, loyal, quiet assistant at the hospital, and is completely subordinate to him in both work and life, as when she becomes pregnant during his drunken nocturnal visit to her bed. She refused to tell anyone about her pregnancy until it was too late, and “Not a cry escaped from Sister Mary Joseph Praise while in the throes of her cataclysmic labor.” To make him more sympathetic, Stone is described as painfully shy and a “social retard”, and his silent rapport with Sister in the OR is, I think, supposed to convey a sense of mutual respect, but explanatory revelations about Stone’s character are too weak to support five hundred pages of anticipation, and Sister comes off as a paragon of virtuous womanhood who suffered gladly for her love of two men, Jesus and Dr. Stone, and not a real person at all.

The female who comes between the twins is Genet, the illegitimate daughter of Stone’s maid and another minor character. She is another stock type, familiar to anyone who has seen the film Forrest Gump and remembers Jenny. Marion falls in love with her, and wants to wait to have sex with her until they marry, but she’s not on board. She becomes a rebel, first with sex – for which she is punished by her mother with a bloody genital mutilation — then with politics, actually joining a terrorist group, the Eritrean People’s Liberation Front. Disgusted, Marion leaves Ethiopia for New York, but they meet up again, after she’s had and lost her child, burning up with fever from what we later learn is a sexy cocktail of TB and hepatitis B. Marion has sex with her, without her active consent, twice. Genet is so ill she bleeds and passes urine all over him, and all he can think is “It’s because you fucked my life up. You could have counted on me. Money in the bank, as they say here. And what did you do? You turned it all into shit.” Let’s review. Genet’s great unforgivable crimes were failing to love our uptight supercilious narrator in return, letting an upbringing which included illegitimacy and genital mutilation affect her emotional health, and gaining a political conscience. Dear reader, I know this will shock you, but Genet eventually dies.

Let’s see, who else do we have? Well, there’s Hema, a character I really liked at first. She’s a big woman, a determined and accomplished obstetrician with a take no prisoners attitude. But she takes one look at those parentless twin babies and it’s all over. Sure, she still works, but its the mothering that matters. Despite the fact that she herself bucked her parents’ gendered expectations of her, this is her attitude towards pregnant women:

Whether it is India or here, the ladies are all the same,” Hema said, gazing at the women milling around. No one had left. They waited for the tea, bread, and vitamin pill that would follow the clinic. They grinned back at Hema with sisterly affection — no, with adoration. “Look at them! All happy and radiant. In a few weeks, when labor starts, they’ll be yelling, screaming, cursing their husbands. They’ll turn into she-devils. You won’t recognize them. But now they’re like angels. She sighed. “A woman is never more a woman than in this state.

The title phase “Cutting for stone” is taken from the Hippocratic oath: “I will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art.” Cutting refers to surgery and stone to kidney or gallbladder stones (and is also, of course the name of the absent father), and, the prohibition in the Oath aside, the book is at its best when it is in the operating theater. I really enjoyed the take it provided on practicing medicine in diverse settings, from Ethiopia in the fifties to the seventies, to an underfunded city hospital in New York.

I can understand why so many loved this book. It’s a unique and ambitious story, with memorable characters, and it clearly wants to pass on a lot of wisdom about a lot of things — how to be a good doctor, a good parent, a friend, a patriot. I felt too much was crammed in, and despite an abundance of plot, it felt slow and bloated. Too many times a character would stop to tell a long story with a tidy moral, or the narrator would interpose an info-dumping historical lesson, or a character’s mind would drift off on some long sensation-packed memory irrelevant to the present action. I’ve enjoyed this author’s memoirs, and I think Ill stick to his nonfiction from now on.

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Thoughts on Teaching Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me

Dec 13 2011 Published by under Academia, Ethics, Genre musings

Last week, my Ethics and Fiction class (syllabus here) read Bet Me. I had prepared students the week before by assigning a chapter of Joanne Hollows (which I blogged about in 2009), and adding my own commentary and critique on the genre. I thought I’d share (with their permission) some of their reactions and some of my reactions to their reactions. Pardon me in advance for the scattershot nature of this post.

Long time readers might recall that the last time I taught this class, I attempted to teach Patricia Gaffney’s To Have and To Hold. It was a bit of a disaster. I wrote a post about it here.  This time around, I deliberately chose a novel that might prove less strange, thanks to its contemporary setting and the “romcom” feel, and also because it more obviously thwarts some of the stereotypes of romance novels featured in the Hollows reading.

The class is an advanced undergrad course, crosslisted in English and Philosophy. Almost everyone in it was either a philosophy major, English major or both. Most of the students are avid readers, and many are creative writers as well. I had six women, two of whom dropped the course midsemester, and about ten men. It was a terrific semester with this group, overall.

In terms of liking Bet Me, there was a clear gender correlation at the extremes, but not for the majority of the group. That is, the two who liked it the most, and plan to read more Crusie or more romance fiction, were women, and the two who really hated it were men. The rest were mixed.

Teaching romance fiction, especially when it is just one item on a syllabus of literary fiction, is like teaching uphill. It reminds me a little bit of teaching feminist theory as part of an ethics class as opposed to a course in feminist theory. That is, unlike virtually every other text we have read this semester, students have already passed negative judgment on the book prior to opening it, and may not be as open to seeing good writing, deft plotting, or compelling characterization when it’s there. Even when they do see something aesthetically worthwhile, it has to come up through the haze of criticism, as when one student said that “despite the romance novel’s strict guidelines, good writing can shine through.” Surprisingly, at least one student’s dislike of romance novels came directly from a rather intense dislike of romantic films.

This is a very smart group, and in most cases their criticisms were backed up with textual evidence, as in the criticism of Cynthie, the hero’s psychologist ex-girlfriend, and David, the heroine’s ex-boyfriend, as shallow characters. These two came in for almost universal condemnation in my class as cardboard plot-movers. On the other hand, a student noted both that Crusie did not seem to simply dismiss out of hand Cynthie’s “psychological” approach to love, since Cynthie functioned as a kind of Greek chorus for the development of Cal and Min’s relationship, and also that there is a long history in literature of “hilariously ineffectual” antagonists. Other students noted that Cynthie is a foil for Min: they both start out seeing relationships in terms of their respective professions, but Min grows out of that and Cynthie doesn’t.

At times, however, the criticism seemed more based on expectations than what was in the text. It also tended to be framed as a critique of the genre, despite the fact that the student would, at the same time, protest this was the first, last and only romance novel s/he would ever read. I tried to keep us textually based, and tried to contrast the ease with which some students critiqued the entire romance genre, with the reluctance with which they had criticized other novels earlier in the semester. It occurred to me that next time I might have students read two shorter romances, but completely different ones, to short circuit this tendency.

Several students lamented the lack of gravity in the novel. They felt, not that the novel had to end tragically, but that more had to be at stake, in order to make it a great novel. They noted that the one time David’s hijinks actually work to pry Min and Cal apart, after Min’s sister’s disaster of a non-wedding, Cal goes home and his next door neighbor, Shanna, explains to him (correctly) exactly what happened why it happened, and what he must do to fix it. Cal believes her almost instantaneously, so there is never any real danger to the relationship. To give another concrete example, one student a female, noted the discussion about “fairy tales” Min had with her best friend Bonnie after The Black Moment was “kind of lame… I mean, she wants to be a soccer mom.  You can have anything you want, and this is all you want?” Along these lines, one student lamented that “people would rather read a predictable ‘feel good’ story than a piece of writing that tries to say something new or expands on an idea.” Another referred to Bet Me in terms from an earlier essay, as an “emotional pep pill.”

Many students expressed dislike of the “lack of realism” in the novel. Looking back at my Gaffney post, I see this was a major issue for my students in 2009, and I hereby berate myself for not being more prepared for it. Among the unrealistic elements of the novel are (a) coincidences (too many to mention, but the one where Cal and Min end up together at the same late night showing of a film was singled out for special criticism, as well as Cal finding Min’s missing snow globe), (b) the feral cat that bonds to Min, attacks David, and bonds to Cal, while also knowing how to turn on the stereo and play Elvis tunes, (c) the sex (one set of fireworks was ok, but every single time they kiss? As one student put it, “no one’s success rate is that high.”)

One particular student happened to be wearing an Iron Man t-shirt as he criticized the lack of realism in the novel. I could not help but point this out. He, and some others, responded that (a) the Marvel universe is more realistic than a romance novel, especially the character interactions and dialogue, and (b) the stakes are so much higher in Marvel that the lack of realism is not as bad. I didn’t push them on it, but I was not convinced.

A couple of students deliberately read Bet Me through the lens of the fantasy genre. As one student put it, “Fantasy novels deal with our fantasies about adventure and magic, about slaying dragons and freeing kingdoms. Romance novels, from reading Bet Me, seem to deal with fantasies of the heart. They are almost as unrealistic, but also almost as harmless.” Another said, “The breakthrough for me was comparing it to the fantasy genre I love.”

Of the students who were complimentary, several said things along the lines of “this is not a romance novel.” Since I had given them three definitions of the romance novel the prior week (Cawelti, RWA, and Regis), any of which work for this novel, I found this type of comment surprising. What they were saying, I think, is that it was not what they expected. In particular, Min, being self-sufficient, smart, perhaps stronger than Cal, resistant (at first) to his charms, and determinedly child-free, surprised them.   They also expected a “hot girl falling for a hot babe” narrative. One student said that the novel is “teaching girls to be unique”, while another said Crusie’s target audience is “people who feel marginalized by social image of the ideal woman.”

One thing that really took me by surprise was how much the students enjoyed the scenes with Cal’s family, and even Min’s to some extent. I always learn from my students, and I learned this time that Cal’s relationship with Bink was very important as it provided a counter-narrative to Cynthie’s explanation of his tendency to serially date. Students also really enjoyed the dinner scene at Cal’s house. For my part, I tend to find the parental dinner scenes, in this book, and in other Crusie novels like Strange Bedpersons, completely “unrealistic” set pieces Designed to Do Something. But my students really preferred the second half of the novel, and the development of Cal’s character.

There was universal agreement that Cal grew as a person, but the class was more mixed about Min. One student felt that Min was objectified, and ended up objectifying herself, for example, wearing the red lace her mother bought her when she first kissed Cal. Rather than seeing Cal’s attraction to Min as a triumph, this (male) student felt that Cal was constantly objectifying Min, and teaching her to objectify herself, conforming to her mother’s expectation that she dress up more to attract a handsome man and get married. We had a good long discussion about this point. On the issue of Min’s weight, some students (female) strongly identified with it, while others (male and female) felt that Min’s fat was fetishized in a way that made them uncomfortable. The scene at the picnic when Min exchanges bites of a Krispy Kreme donut for Cal’s lips, saying “more”, was singled out in this context. Another student wondered whether Min’s character arc had to be shorter because Crusie didn’t want to conform to stereotypes of the genre and start with a weak heroine.

Several students noted the high level of genre savviness of the characters. They introduced me to a term, lampshading, defined here by Tv Tropes:

Lampshade Hanging is the writers’ trick of dealing with any element of the story that threatens the audience’s willing suspension of disbelief — whether a very implausible plot development, or a particularly blatant use of a trope — by calling attention to it… and then moving on. In simple terms – the author points out the improbable subject through some medium (character, passerby, narration, etc.) and says it exists regardless of logic. The reason for this counter-intuitive strategy is two-fold. First, it assures the audience that the author is aware of the implausible plot development that just happened, and that they aren’t trying to slip something past the audience. Second, it assures the audience that the world of the story is like Real Life: what’s implausible for you or me is just as implausible for these characters, and just as likely to provoke an incredulous response.

Min and Cal’s dialogue after the lights come up and they find themselves in the same theater, Cal finding Min’s missing snow globe, and in general secondary characters’ tendency to say exactly what the reader might be thinking about the improbable events unfolding, are examples. In other cases, we had Playing with Tropes, such as the Discussed Trope, as when the Cinderella story is discussed.

Overall, I was really delighted with our class discussions, and felt students had a lot of interesting things to say about Bet Me. Some things I haven’t even had time to mention are the ethics concerns over the bet, and over Cynthie’s determination to write about her relationship with Cal. I think this worked much better than the Gaffney and will likely use it again next year.

There’s lots more I could say, but this post is already too long. One last comment I wanted to make about the discussion, and the class in general, was the way Twilight, the books and films, hung over the course. At one point I jokingly banned Twilight references. I may have to assign that one next time, too, just to get it out of everyone’s system. I’m kidding. Sort of.

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What does a “zaftig” romance heroine look like? Models for Bet Me’s Min

Dec 06 2011 Published by under Feminist contentions, Genre musings

I’m rereading Jennifer Crusie’s Bet Me for class this week. The heroine, Min, has — thanks to her mother, her ex-boyfriend, and Society — significant body image issues, which create a barrier to satisfying relationships with men in general, and Cal, the gorgeous hero, in particular. The following conversation takes place about a third of the way into the book. At this point, Min and Cal are attracted to one another, and are spending some time together, but are resolutely “not dating”:

“Yeah,” Min said dismissively. “So what am I supposed to do about my weight?”

Cal put his fork down. “All right. Here’s the truth. You’re never going to be thin. You’re a round woman. You have wide hips and a round stomach and full breasts. You’re . . .”

“Healthy,” Min said bitterly.

“Lush,” Cal said, watching the gentle rise and fall of her breasts under her sweatshirt.

“Generous,” Min snarled.

“Opulent,” Cal said, remembering the soft curve of her under his hand.

“Zaftig,” Min said.

“Soft and round and hot, and I’m turning myself on,” Cal said, starting to feel dizzy.

“Do you have anything on under that sweatshirt?”

“Of course,” Min said, taken aback.

“Oh,” Cal said, ditching that fantasy. “Good. We should be eating. What were we talking about?”

“My weight?” Min said.

“Right,” Cal said, picking up his fork again. “The reason you can’t lose weight is that you’re not supposed to lose weight, you’re not built that way, and if you did manage through some stupid diet to take the weight off, you’d be like that chicken mess you just made. Some things are supposed to be made with butter. You’re one of them.”

It would be hard to overstate the significance of Min’s feelings about her body to this book. She doesn’t just have them, she talks about them, in every single scene with Cal, and in most other scenes. Even the very last page of the book has a reference to carbs. The repetition of themes or symbols (Krispy Creme Donuts, chicken marsala, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella etc.) throughout the novel is signature Crusie, of course. Some readers find that Min’s focus on her appearance makes her unlikeable. Others object to it on more literary grounds: that it’s not quite believable, yet is forced on readers for plot purposes (got to have a reason Min and Cal can’t be together). Still others find it wholly believable and delight in a truly large heroine coming to terms with her size.

What do you picture when you picture Min, based on the above dialogue? I’ve gathered some photos, deliberately choosing ones in which the subjects are public figures posing for the press, and in general, looking fantastic (That is, no “shaming” pics of Kristie Alley in her bathrobe and bedhead grabbing her morning paper on her doorstep).

Kirstie Alley after weight loss

Actor Nikki Blonksy

Actor Melissa McCarthy

Min is described as having “smooth milky skin, wide-set dark eyes, a blob of a nose, and that lush, soft, full, rosy mouth.” Here’s how I picture Min:

Model Crystal Renn

Renn is model who suffered from anorexia, recovered, gained a lot of weight, wrote a book, had great success as a larger model, then lost all the weight, and has been criticized for it. (Renn also got in trouble in September 2011 for allowing her eyes to be “stretched” with tape  for a Japanese Vogue shoot). In 2010, at a Glamour event, former Sports Illustrated cover model Paulina Porizkova stood next to Renn, noting that although they were the same size (Paulina hasn’t gained weight in 20 years, I guess), today Renn is considered a plus sized model.

Conceptions of what is “zaftig”, “overweight”, “lush”, not only change over time, as the exchange between Paulina and Crustal indicates, but differ from person to person. As Renn has said, of reading blog comments,

one person will say, ‘Wow, she’s so fat. Look at her. She’s so obese.’ And then right underneath, someone else will say, ‘Look how emaciated she is. She’s so anorexic.’ Fat is relative. One person’s thin is someone else’s so-called fat.

Whenever we read, we have to fill in details about the physical appearance of the characters. As I was rereading Bet Me this time around, I realized that it mattered to me just how big Min was, that I was really trying to nail it down. I’ve even written a blog post about it! I’m guessing that’s partly the result of the fact that my attention was drawn over and over to the issue by the text, but that’s not all of it. There’s also my own complicity: my own anxiety and heightened interest in size due to being a woman living in a culture that is keenly interested in this question, and sharing that concern myself. Read this way, this whole post is just an exercise in further “policing” Min.

This is one of the things we’ll talk about in class today.

 

 

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When a DNF doesn’t mean “this book sucks”: Juliet Dark’s The Demon Lover

Dec 04 2011 Published by under DNF Reflection

This just screams "college prof in upstate New York" doesn't it?

 

I requested The Demon Lover from Random House/Ballantine via Net Galley back in August. It comes out December 27.

Here’s the blurb:

I gasped, or tried to. My mouth opened, but I couldn’t draw breath. His lips, pearly wet, parted and he blew into my mouth. My lungs expanded beneath his weight. When I exhaled he sucked my breath in and his weight turned from cold marble into warm living flesh.

Since accepting a teaching position at remote Fairwick College in upstate New York, Callie McFay has experienced the same disturbingly erotic dream every night: A mist enters her bedroom, then takes the shape of a virile, seductive stranger who proceeds to ravish her in the most toe-curling, wholly satisfying ways possible. Perhaps these dreams are the result of her having written the bestselling book The Sex Lives of Demon Lovers. Callie’s lifelong passion is the intersection of lurid fairy tales and Gothic literature—which is why she’s found herself at Fairwick’s renowned folklore department, living in a once-stately Victorian house that, at first sight, seemed to call her name.

But Callie soon realizes that her dreams are alarmingly real. She has a demon lover—an incubus—and he will seduce her, pleasure her, and eventually suck the very life from her. Then Callie makes another startling discovery: Her incubus is not the only mythical creature in Fairwick. As the tenured witches of the college and the resident fairies in the surrounding woods prepare to cast out the demon, Callie must accomplish something infinitely more difficult—banishing this supernatural lover from her heart.

The cover strongly evokes “YA Paranormal”, and the blurb and title suggest “paranormal romance”, but this book is neither. It is really a contemporary fantasy with romantic elements (including some sex scenes). In fact, I would really warn romance readers that The Demon Lover is absolutely not a romance, and does not end with an HEA or even HFN (happy for now). Until you get to the end of the book, the fact that this is conceived as the first book in a series is not apparent. I can see the many misleading paratextual cues really irritating some readers.

Juliet Dark is the pseudonym of Carol Goodman, whose books (which I have not read) combine the historical, Gothic, mystery and suspense genres. The Demon Lover is the first Juliet Dark book.

The Demon Lover begins with Callie, a folklorist who specializes in the demon lover in Gothic literature, taking a position at Fairwick College in upstate New York. She buys a historic home with a lot of personality once owned by the novelist Dahlia LaMotte, a writer of nineteenth century “bodice-rippers.” And then she starts getting visitations from the local incubus.

From the beginning, I felt The Demon Lover was bogged down with too much detail. Here’s an example. Callie finds a desk in the house:

I left all the objects where they were and added my own collection of stone and shells, as well as pens and pencils, tape, stapler, a dagger-shaped letter opener I’d gotten as a souvenir at an [sic] Scottish castle, file cards, and notebooks. I unpacked the reference books I liked to have near me while I was writing — the abridged Oxford English Dictionary (a gift from my grandmother when I graduated college), the Penguin Dictionary of Symbols, Roget’s Thesuarus, The Golden Bough, From the Beast to the Blonde, Gilbert and Gubar’s The Madwoman in the Attic, and half a dozen other books on fairy tales and folklore. On one shelf I put my favorite novels, from The Mysteries of Udolpho and Jane Eyre through Rebecca and Dahlia LaMotte’s The Dark Stranger. When I’d placed my pens in my Oxford University mug (a souvenir from my junior year abroad) and emptied a handful of paperclips into a chipped Sevres teacup, which was the last remnant (according to my grandmother) of my great-great-grandmother’s wedding china, I finally felt at home.

Having the first person protagonist be a specialist in Gothic literature adds a nice layer of literary referentiality, as when Callie looks at herself in the mirror and thinks, “before long I’d be running in my diaphanous nightgown toward a cliff with a castle looming in the background”. I wish Callie’s knowledge of the paranormal had the same effect: she seems to have absolutely no demon-dar whatsoever. Perhaps Dark was trying to relay the idea that an intellectual understanding of the paranormal in no way equips people to actually deal with it.

Callie (actually Calleach (pronounced Cay-lex) McFay) was not an appealing protagonist, a fatal problem in this kind of novel. When I think of the some really compelling first person narrators in paranormal/fantasy/etc., like Sookie Stackhouse, Katniss Everdeen, Anita Blake, Rose from Vampire Academy, Callie doesn’t come close. I can’t say she had a specific character trait, or took a specific action, that I hated. She was just boring:

After dinner we repaired to the living room where we all rubbed our stomachs and moaned, although in truth I didn’t feel uncomfortably full despite all I’d eaten, or drunk despite all I’d had to drink. I just felt content.

I found myself quite impatient with Callie and with the whole novel. We meet many different characters, fey, vampires, incubi, witches, etc., but they are not fleshed out or memorable (except for their cringe-inducing names like “Dean Book” or “Phoenix”). The Demon Lover is 450 pages, but I only read about half of those, skimming the rest to see if anything in later chapters would capture my attention. There are elements here very reminiscent of other series: a female protagonist coming to terms with a magical world and her own connections to it (Sookie), a dark mysterious male who is strangely compelling (Edward), a magical school that operates in the real world (name it), a talking doormouse companion (Erm…Snow White?). The sluggish, overly descriptive feel — perhaps necessary given its purpose in setting up a series — did not endear me to the novel.

I also didn’t like being hit with sex scenes so early in the book. I found them gratuitous — why do I want to know what this woman’s vagina is doing? We’ve just met! Sex scenes with incubi must be a real challenge to write, but I had had quite enough of nature similes by the second chapter (“he felt like a wave crashing over me”).

To me, DNF usually means “there is something so bad about this book that I just couldn’t continue.” But The Demon Lover is not a horrible book by any means. I did not like the writing style, finding it to be very wooden, and I felt the pacing was all over the place, but I can’t say the writing is *bad* per se, and I can see that this book would appeal to other readers. It is certainly a very ambitious and full story, and the many literary references and allusions are enjoyable. So, yes, I gave up on it, but that doesn’t mean this book sucks.

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Links of ire, links of joy, Fresh links, Stale links, Links Ahoy

Dec 01 2011 Published by under Links

At the Millions, Reasons Not to Self-Publish in 2011-12

I was surprised to see what ire the post generated. Sample comment:

I really hate “articles” like this. Sorry, Edan. There is whiff of anti-technology and that old MFA brainwashing of “if you don’t publish with a real press then you aren’t a REAL writer” mentality going on here.

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In case you aren’t finished making fun of Twilight, Reasoning With Vampires (via @deadwhiteguys)

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A really nice list of Twenty-one Midwinter reads from Nath at Things Mean a Lot, including Max Jones, Connie Willis, and Susanna Clarke.

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William Morrow sent a letter to bloggers that has given a lot of bloggers, including Katiebabs of Babbling About Books, serious pause. For example, review within a month of release or no more ARCs for you!

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I’ve been enjoying reading Fangs for The Fantasy. Today they have a post on The Difference Between a Negative and a Bad Review which addresses the Anne R. Allen Amazon Reader Reviews: 12 Things Everybody and His Grandmother Needs to Know kerfuffle.

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Angela Toscano posted her McDaniel Popular Romance Conference Paper, The Liturgy of the Cliche:

Romance is a genre that deals in the ineffable—the ineffable nature of love, the ineffable nature of sex, of identity, of God, of beauty. Yet, how does one tell a story about something that cannot be uttered? How does one narrate the experience of, the encounter with the ineffable?

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As did Amy Burge, on her Hands on Harlequin Workshop.

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And Jonathan A. Allen at Teach Me Tonight on his paper Romance, Readers, Affect:

What romance does differently than lived romances is that it guarantees a happily ever after, but that happily ever after is only possible because the relation is itself a journey in which the reader and the heroine encounter barriers to the relationship, conflicts intrinsic to the relationship (which often enough reflect very real conflicts that can translate to the reader’s own life), and points of ritual death. The point of romance fiction, I argued, is less the happily ever after (though we demand this) and more the journey towards the happily ever after.

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And the world’s TOP NORA ROBERTS SCHOLAR, An Goris, another conference participant, is now Dr. An Goris:

Congrats!

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Why Heroines Die in Classic Fiction, from BBC NEWS, about Wuthering Heights, Sense and Sensibility and others.

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From Big Think, Top Ten Relationship Words that aren’t translatable to English, like this one:

Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese): The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone’s hair.

I have no idea how accurate it is, but I loved reading through the words.

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Bethanne “oops, it became a business when I wasn’t looking!” Patrick addresses the #Fridayreads fritatta here. (seriously, though, I think she handled it as well as anyone could, once she realized there was something that had to be handled.)

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I linked to Wendy (Caribousmom) in my last links post, but her comment on the Patrick post was so thought-provoking, I’m giving it its own link.

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Jennifer “dog with a bone that says #Fridayreads” Weiner, here (and kudos to her for admitting why this particular bone is so personally tasty)

I do have one question. Some folks I follow on Twitter said that just as the displays in bookstores do not have a disclosure that placement is paid for by publishers, so #Fridaysreads did not need disclosure. Maybe I am thick, but when I walk into a bookstore, I  know every single aspect of that place, including the locations of the bathrooms and colors on the walls, is designed to get me to buy product. Entering Twitter is not exactly the same as entering a retail space. Is it?

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At the Guardian, Fan Fiction Can Be an Eloquent Tribute — It Deserves More Respect (via @victoriajanssen)

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This one is more for my memory than for you guys, but here’s a link to Michael Zimmer’s presentaton Advancing Ethical Research from the conference held by Public Responsibility in Medicine and Research (PRIM&R).

I’m actually quite interested in this. I was chatting with a fellow bioethicist last year, and she casually said she planned to use posts from an infertility discussion board in which she participated for a paper, without explicit consent. That struck me as a potentially problematic thing to do. I am glad folks are working on this.

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And finally, a picture of my new office chairs. I’ve been sitting on these babies since I was about 7 years old (thanks Mom!). Yes that’s my office. Can you see Krusty the Clown?

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