Archive for March 2007
Judging Deathly Hallows by its Cover(s)
Have a look at them here. I have to say that, initially, I was a little unimpressed with the U.S cover. But the covers have always had that what-are-we-looking-at-here quality, and their relevance always find stunning clarity within the pages of the book.
After a more discerning look, the cover illustration does leave you wondering…Harry reaches toward…what? Is he standing inside amphitheatre? Is Voldemort reaching for Harry, or are Harry and the dark lord reaching for the same thing? And who are all those people watching?
Very curious. And only scratches the surface—just follow the discussion going on here.
113 days and counting…
In Absentia
There are days I write a post, and it ends up languishing somewhere on my hard drive. So I have a few of those that I will try to have up soon.
Plus, I recently scored another assignment for work, which of course leaves less time to blog. Not that I am complaining—I like the blog, but I like writing for work more.
Will return…
From Start to Finish
A couple months ago, I wrote about doing a series on the process of writing a story, posting at least a portion of the story here and tracking its evolution from rough draft to final.
I finished the rough draft weeks ago, actually, but only got around to showing it off for feedback this week. I am still not sure if I’ll ever publish it—I’ll have to wait and see how subsequent drafts turn out. But as far as doing a thing on its evolution, I see no problem. I’m just trying to figure out the best way to present it with the least amount of hassle for both you and for me.
I have procured a cheap .pdf converter, and though it isn’t Adobe, I am told it is at least compatible. But, having had my heart broken over those words before, I remain cautious. So, hopefully I’ll have the rough draft of the story—untitled, thus far—posted by the weekend. All you aspiring writers out there may then see just how bad a rough draft can read, and then rejoice, for I am sure yours are far better than mine.
The Proliferation of Wow
I try to mute the sound during commercial breaks. Thanks to this book, however, I try to keep my eyes open for ones that stir something in me, and then ponder the feelings they arouse. They’re rare, but one recent ad has me feeling inspired and annoyed at the same time.
The full spot runs for one minute, built around a montage of brief scenes that invoke, for lack of a better word, “wow.”
—a child watches a rocket lift off into space. Awed, she says, “Wow.”
—a jogger hops down the front steps of his home and sees a deer standing in his yard. “Wow,” he whispers.
—another runner crests a hill, stops and looks behind at the valley below her, and she too whispers…you get the idea.
And then there’s a my personal favorite—a family watches the Berlin Wall crumble on live television as a family member enters the home and removes a piece of the wall from his pocket, setting it in on the table.
Then comes the reveal; that big moment when we see the product that’s supposed to deliver all that wow. Surely something prolific and life-changing, you reason. A car that runs on water, maybe.
No. It’s only Windows Vista.
How you can equate a software package with the fall of the Berlin Wall just escapes me for the moment. The ad feels like watching The Sixth Sense for the first time and knowing Dr. Crowe is already dead. Personally, were I in charge of marketing at Microsoft, I’d have held on to this ad for the release of Vista Service Pack 2. But that’s just me.
I know I’m running a little shallow here, but bear with me. Ads are like thirty second movies. Like it or not, they set trends and influence pop culture enough to where I cannot think of iPods without hearing Bono belt the chorus to “Vertigo.” All this ad does, at the end of the day, is give us more excuse to celebrate mediocrity.
And when you make everything super, as the saying goes, nothing is.
So long, Cinescape
I discovered Cinescape Magazine in high school. While it never garnered the kind of reputation Entertainment Weekly doesn’t deserve enjoys, I found it suitable for my needs. In fact, the first acceptance letter I ever received came from them—I had written a small review of The Phantom Menace, and they planned to post it as a letter to the editor.
It never ran.
But I forgave them for that. I was nineteen and I am sure that if I were to read it now, I’d reject it too.
Over time, the need to purchase gas for my car trumped the need for the magazine, but I kept up to speed on their website, which remained a favorite of mine until recently.
Close to a year ago, Cinescape Online became Mania. It appears yet another owner has assumed creative control, and the site has since devolved into a mess of fanboy editorial and shallow nonsense.
As a movie lover engaged in the never-ending search for movie news, there are some sources you come to count on, some opinions you tend to respect, and a thoughtfulness you wish to emulate in your own writing. Mania lacks each of these. And, since I quit reading a long time ago, I do not want the link cluttering up space on my sidebar.
Anticipating Prince Caspian
UPDATE: 8/9/07 – Click here.
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Disney has targeted an early summer 2008 release for The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.
As one of the more character driven stories of the series, Caspian holds a number of adaptation challenges for the filmmakers. Not the least of which entails bringing one of my favorite characters to life: Reepicheep the Mouse.
While nearly every main character of the series exhibits traits of personal honor, valor and courage, Reepicheep holds each of these qualities almost to a fault. In fact, the little warrior may well have received that last statement as an insult, and challenged me to a duel, were he real.
The last film did rather well in terms of adaptation, though the finished cut massacred one of the more poignant lines from the book (who said anything about safe? Of course he isn’t safe—but he’s good). So I can only hope that a little moment involving Reepicheep’s tail survives the transition. Few better examples of solidarity exist in literature.
I feel as if I’ve read this somewhere before…
Before I ever sat down to read A Wrinkle in Time, my wife used to describe to me a scene from the book in which every house along a neighborhood street looks the same, and every boy standing in the drive of every home bounces a ball in eerie rhythm, keeping time with every little girl jumping rope to the very same beat.
Back in November, I listed Madeleine L’Engle’s classic as a challenging read, a book I had begun and had yet to finish. Due to the gentle prodding of one of the commenters (I believe she threatened to “brow beat” me), I finished the novel soon after. L’Engle’s gift for prose shines in numerous places within her work, but that moment in the neighborhood never left me. Nor has that twisted vision of the brain, sending out its pulsating rhythm to every entrenched heart on that dreary world.
I read something today that recalled that image with overwhelming clarity. Picture a classroom, if you will, instead of a neighborhood street. And in the hands of young boys, imagine a Lego…
Some Seattle school children are being told to be skeptical of private property rights. This lesson is being taught by banning Legos.
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The children were allegedly incorporating into Legotown “their assumptions about ownership and the social power it conveys.” These assumptions “mirrored those of a class-based, capitalist society — a society that we teachers believe to be unjust and oppressive.”
They claimed as their role shaping the children’s “social and political understandings of ownership and economic equity … from a perspective of social justice.”
So they first explored with the children the issue of ownership. Not all of the students shared the teachers’ anathema to private property ownership. “If I buy it, I own it,” one child is quoted saying. The teachers then explored with the students concepts of fairness, equity, power, and other issues over a period of several months.
At the end of that time, Legos returned to the classroom after the children agreed to several guiding principles framed by the teachers, including that “All structures are public structures” and “All structures will be standard sizes.” The teachers quote the children:
“A house is good because it is a community house.”
“We should have equal houses. They should be standard sizes.”
“It’s important to have the same amount of power as other people over your building.”
I don’t mind opening my home to someone in need. I don’t even mind that its size is regulated to a set of parameters established by people who sat around a topical grid and mapped out the area with thumbtacks. What I do mind is losing the ability to think for myself.
What the kids learned with the Legos sounds fair. It feels reasonable. After all, we are all made up of the same parts, and we should all have equal opportunity. But however much I may enjoy playing basketball, I’ll never play like Pete Maravich. And those who can should not have to come down to my level, either.
Something like this only cheapens an individual’s sense of value. We are all part of a process working itself out to some end, but if our roles and functions are all one in the same, then nothing will ever get done. Cars won’t run on hinges alone, you know. And human beings are more than just fingers and toes. L’Engle knew it. So does this fellow, by the way—he wrote a book about it too.
HT: CalvinDude; a man I may soon have to call “prophet.”