Banned Books Week Day 1: Rules and Regulations

In previous years, I've often started Banned Books Week with a quick little anecdote about a friend being surprised that "they still do that?" Sadly, in the last year, we've see a big uptick in the news about parents pushing for schools and libraries to ban books.

But what does "banning" a book mean, exactly?

You may be picturing book burnings, people keeping books secreted away in hidey holes to prevent the government from seizing them. Those images are exaggerations... usually.

Per the American Library Association, "A challenge is an attempt to remove or restrict materials, based upon the objections of a person or group. A banning is the removal of those materials." This will be on the test ; ) (I'm kidding. But I will referred to both banned and challenged books this week and may not revisit the definition each time.)

For example, if a parent complains at a school board meeting about This Book, and asks it to be removed from the school library, that is a challenge. If the school board agrees and removes This Book from the curriculum or the library - or even makes it harder for students to obtain that book, such as requiring a permission slip - that is a successful ban. A ban doesn't have to be large-scale to count (and I'll revisit that this week, too).

Additionally, the most common reasons for books to be banned or challenged is that an adult feels that a books is inappropriate for students of a certain age group. This can be due to language, sexual situations, or social issues such as race or "alternative" lifestyles. This can be anything from claiming high schoolers aren't ready for graphic sex and violence, to feeling that elementary aged students shouldn't be learning about families with same-sex parents.

For an example, here is the list of the top 10 most challenged books from 2021 (2022's will be released sometime next year). How many have you read? I'm sad to say I've only read one, but it may also be the most well-known at the moment, given the videos about it that went viral last year.

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Special Throwback Thursday: The Baldur Blogs

A day late for National Puppy Day, but oh, well...

Since I alternate weeks, this will be my last Throwback Thursday before the anniversary of Baldur's death on April 3. I was debating whether or not to share some of my posts about him - some are light-hearted and some are sad. But yesterday, I had a really bad headache (weather and allergies) and I lay down to take a nap for a while. At one point, I heard Athena chewing on her feet... except that when I woke up and sat up to pet her, she wasn't in the bed. She hadn't come upstairs.

Now, is it possible I was hearing things? Yes. Is it possible I was dreaming? Of course. But there's a belief that when you dream of the dearly departed it means they have come to visit you - and it would be so in character for our sweet boy to come check on me when I felt bad.

So here I have collected a series of tales of Baldur the Beautiful, Baldur Spleen-Slayer. Come keep his memory alive with me.

One of the best days of my life was when this boy picked me out and said in his sweet, sad-Corgi-face way, "I want you to be my Mommy."

Jason and I came back to pick up our boy and to hear what the vet had found. It wasn't good.

We are preparing for the death of our first fur baby at the same time as we are preparing for the birth of our first human baby.

Remember when Notre Dame Cathedral caught on fire? Shouldn't that have been The Story of the Decade?

We started blaming things on Baldur’s ghost.

It's a place of honor, and place where he can keep an eye on his baby sister. And the thing is... we think he does.

Some days it helps to remember my sweet fuzzies.

Elianna still has her brother to comfort her.

Imagine a Great Dane the size of a small horse looking down at this coffee table sized dog with a confused, "Do I know you?" expression.


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A Matter of Perspective, II: Ukraine

I had a bad day Friday. Not really any particular reason why - I was just in a crummy mood. Everything was pissing me off. It was just little things - nothing important - but I just kept getting mad.

I tried to think about things with a different perspective. It helped some, but in thinking about these things differently, I came up with this blog post.

Toddler Troubles

Friday morning did not start off well. My two-and-a-half year old woke up, called for help, and then when I went into her room to help her, she screamed in my ear.

We were both in a cranky mood, so rather than deal with her, I let her watch her new favorite show, "Little Baby Bum." This means that I had the most obnoxious kids' songs stuck in my head all day.

Did I mention she's two? We're solidly into the terrible twos and she was defiant all day long - didn't want to eat, didn't want to nap, wouldn't pick up her toys, wouldn't go potty when I asked her to...

But... I started thinking about Ukraine.

I woke up in my nice warm bed, with my husband and my dog, and my daughter down the hall. We were together and we were safe. There are families in Ukraine who wake up cold and uncomfortable from sleeping on the floor in a basement or underground train station. There are families who have been separated. There are families who have lost a pet, parent, or child.

Even though Elianna and I were both cranky, I could easily turn on the TV to entertain her. I can't imagine what you do with a cranky toddler in a bunker. I have stupid songs about going to the doctor stuck in my head; but it's not air raid sirens, or the throbbing silence after an explosion too close by.

Elianna didn't want to nap, or eat, or go to the potty. But we have plenty of food, a safe place to sleep, and plumbing. I can't even imagine how you would deal with a recently-potty-trained child while fleeing a war zone.

We are fortunate.


Doggie Downers

Athena pooped on the floor Friday morning. She hasn't done that since Elianna was a newborn. She also was obviously in some kind of mood - she kept whining at me, but didn't want to go outside (or at least didn't want to stay for more than 30 seconds).

But... we have a safe place to take our dog out to the bathroom. What do you do with a dog in a bomb shelter? They go in a corner, I guess.

When Athena is antsy, I can snuggle on the couch with her or play with her - usually she just wants attention. What do you do for a dog who is in a strange place with too many other people and animals, while the thuds and reverberations of bombs and gunfire peirce the night?

We are fortunate.


Waistline Woes

I've gained a lot of weight since "the holidays." A lot of my pants are way too tight now. This fact was not helped by my lunch on Friday, which made me quite gassy.

I had a load of previously-mentioned too-tight pants in the wash... and the stupid detergent pod didn't disolve. So I had to run it again. And then AGAIN.

Finally, at the end of a long, frustrating day, having decided I didn't care about trying to eat healthy, I went out and bought ice cream to eat with Jason while we watched a movie.

But... I have a closet full of clothes (and, if need be, I have access to amazon and Kohl's). Many Ukrainian families have had to flee with only what they can carry. How many pairs of pants do they have - two? One?

I have access to fresh, healthy vegetables... and when said vegetables make me gassy, I have Gas X and ginger ale on hand, too. What are the Ukrainians sheltering from the bombs eating - MREs? What happens when their stomachs are upset?

I have a washer and dryer and detergent. I have a closet full of clean clothes... or, at least, I-spilled-some-juice-on-this-I-should-wash-it clothes. My clothes are not covered with mud from a long trek to the border, or smoke and concrete dust... or blood.

And I can get in my car and drive on my nice safe road to the grocery store and buy myself comfort food for a treat. When will these poor people see ice cream again? When will their roads be repaired? When will they feel safe again?

And speaking of "the holidays," we aren't that far out from Passover and Orthodox Easter. Will there be a ceasefire, truce, treaty by then? Or will Ukrainians still be trapped, their holidays lit not by candles, but by molotov cocktails and building fires?

We are very fortunate.


I don't often post about current events on here, and I usually don't try to take on a heavy-handed "be thankful for what you have" message... but I felt like this needed to be said.


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Dragonwings: A Superior Book

I feel like Dragonwings, by Laurence Yep is something that I should have read as a kid and for whatever reason it was never on the agenda. I feel like it's the sort of thing I would/should have read in my American Girl/Laura Ingalls Wilder/Julie of the Wolves phase. It was put back on my radar due to this article.

Dragonwings is a book about Moon Shadow, a young Chinese boy who's father, Windrider, has been working in San Francisco since just before he was born, at the beginning of the 20th century. At the age of eight, Moon Shadow is sent to join his father and several other male relatives in their laundry company. He has grown up hearing both tales about the wonders and opportunities of the land of the Golden Mountain (what the US was referred to as by the Chinese during this period), as well as the dangers and cruelties perpetuated on the Tang people (what the Chinese referred to themselves as) by the American "white demons*."

*It should be noted that "demon" in the context is not a great translation from the Mandarin. It means something like spirit or ghost. It's a supernatural being that can be evil, but can just as easily be benevolent. Like the Fae of European tradition - some will kill you as soon as look at you, but some will help you.

As I always do when I see that a book has been challenged or banned, I like to look at the reasons why in addition to reading the book for myself. Per the article, reasons for banning the boom include:

-"Use of the terms such as 'white demon,' curse words, violence, drug use and prostitution in describing the experience of an 8-year-old boy and his family in San Francisco in the early 1900s."

-“'prohibited concepts' in instruction, such as that one race or sex is inherently superior to another"

-"This book is not appropriate for any American student"

-'If a line is not drawn in the sand, 'We’re going to continue down the woke CRT agenda.'”

Let's examine these, shall we?

"Demon"

Yes, even though Moon Shadow consistently refers to all Americans as "demons," he learns over the course of the book from the age of 8 to 15, that just because a person is American doesn't make them evil... just as, sadly, he finds that not all Tang men are good (more on that later). He originally decided to "educate" his landlady, Miss Whitlaw, on the "true" nature of dragons. In Eastern mythology, they are wise and benevolent creatures of water, and he is appalled to find that she only knows tales of evil, fire-breathing Western dragons. Later, as they bond, Miss Whitlaw suggests that perhaps the true nature of dragons is somewhere in between - neither wholely good nor wholely evil.

As an adult reader, of course I understand that the dragon is a metaphor for humans. A middle school student might need guidance to come to this conclusion, but the point of the book is clear: all humans are flawed, and capable of both good and evil.

I should also point out that this broad prejudice of one culture vs. another is pretty period-accurate for both sides. I recently reread my blog post about a Victorian Arctic explorer who conistently runs up against the problem that his native crew is almost universally untrusted by his fellow Europeans. Everyone assumes that they just lie all the time. This book takes that "these other guys are all, and always, bad" mentality, looks at it through the perspective of a child, and slowly, inevitably shows this boy learning that that is not the case.


Curse words

Fifteen-year-old Moon Shadow says "bastard" and "son of a bitch." Once. After having been attacked and robbed at knifepoint. Oh, my god, Becky. Look at those curse words. They are so vile.

Violence

Yes. There is no getting around the fact that there was violence in American history. To deny that is disengenuous, and does a terrible disservice to those who suffered it. Yes, there is violence in the book. Multiple characters discuss the lynching of their fellows. Though this, happening "off screen," is so mild as to almost pass over the heads of younger readers.

Windrider tells Moon Shadow that his grandfather was hanged by his hair from a lamp post. If I had read that as a 6th grader, myself having hip-length hair, I would not have realized it was lethal and would have understood it as bad bullying, not as murder.

Moon Shadow punches a neighbor boy in the nose after months of having been tormented by him and his friends.

Much of the violence, though, revolves around Moon Shadow's cousin, Black Dog. As an opium adict, he disappears for months at a time, usually resurfacing either when he has to be pulled out of an opium den, or when he attacks someone for money to feed his addiction. In the end, Black Dog ends up being just as bad as the worst "demons."

Then of course, there's the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. While most of the destruction is handled with tact, Moon Shadow sees the building next door collapse - one minute the scared faces of his neighbors are there, the next there is just a pile of rubble. As he and his father help dig for survivors later in the day, they occasionally see an arm or a leg sticking out at an odd angle. But even then, the horrible injuries there must have been on both the dead and the survivors are never really described.


Drug use

Yes. You can't fully understand the San Francisco of the time - nor the reasons the Chinese were seeking work in America because of the Opium Wars - without touching on the drug trade... and the consequences thereof. Additionally, the drug use is absolutely not glamorized. Those who use opium are showed either in a filthy stupor, or having resorted to robbery and attempted murder to fuel their addiction. Any middle schooler reading this is going to say, "ew, opium. That'll mess you up."

Prostitution

Prostitutes are mentioned maybe twice. Barely. They are mentioned as one of many, many people who work in the Tang section of town. They are never defined as to what they actually do. They might as well be fishmongers or haberdashers for as much description as they are given and as much as young teen might understand the word.


"Prohibited concepts" in instruction, such as that one race or sex is inherently superior to another

In some cases, Moon Shadow is justified in his fear of the "demons" - they lynched his grandfather simply for refusing to cut his hair. But as time goes on, Moon Shadow discovers that there are good demons as well as bad. Yes, there are racist, antagonistic Americans who shout slurs at him, white boys who threaten to beat him up... but his father is offered a job by a wealthy white man who recongnizes Windrider's skill with repairing engines. They start renting from Miss Whitlaw, a sympathetic white woman who is interested in the Tang culture (she adores the decoration on the box of tea that the Lees give her in thanks when they first move in). Miss Whitlaw and her neice, Robin, encourange Moon Shadow's growing English and reading skills and bond over books. Moon Shadow has such an affinity with Miss Whitlaw that he is certain she was a Tang empress in a previous life.

When the 1906 San Francisco earthquake strikes, Miss Whitmore's house is the only one for blocks left standing. She and the Lees immediately jump into helping the survivors. We see Chinese immigrants helping evacuate, white people refusing to help, but other whites helping. When fire sweeps through the reckage, all the survivors - Tang and American - flee to the Golden Gate park. Moon Shadow's elderly uncle hosts Miss Whitlaw for dinner in his tent; Windrider refers to her as a superior woman, borrowing his uncle's phrase of highest praise.

Shortly after, though, all the Chinese are forcibly removed from the camp by soldiers. Miss Whitlaw protests and very nearly comes to blows with the soldiers over the removal of her neighbors. But even here, Moon Shadow notes that there are good soldiers and bad: some soldiers helped set up the surviviors - of all races - with tents and food, and warned them of the spreading fires; others are shooting anyone seen near the wreckage on sight. There are even soldiers who fall in between - outwardly polite, but who begin looting as soon as they think the survivors can't see them.

If anything, the book ultimately presents both sides as nothing more than human - some good, some bad, but most of them a mix. The book is about overcoming prejudices - from both sides. Most Tangs are distrustful of the "demons." But Moon Shadow's father has no problem writing to the Wright brothers for information on how to build his own flying machine. They write back promptly, seemingly unphased by the foreign names at the bottom of the letter, saying that there are so few aeronauts that they consider them to all be part of one small brotherhood.

As always it makes me wonder if those deciding on the ban even read the book in question. I strongly suspect they did not.


"This book is not appropriate for any American student," one member of the school board that chose to pull the book claims.

Excuse me? How? It's a good, solid middle school text. I read both To Kill a Mockingbird and Jurrasic Park as required reading in middle school and both make this one look extremely tame. Seriously, though, unless you've been so carefully monitoring your child that they're only watching Word Party on TV or online, your child has already seen and read worse - and usually not with a literature teacher to guide their reading and discuss how it makes them feel.


Coleman said if a line is not drawn in the sand, 'We’re going to continue down the woke CRT agenda.'

Wow. Just... WOW. This book was written in 1975. For those of you who, like me, perpetually feel like the year 2000 was just a few years ago, let me break down the math for you. This book is almost FIFTY years old. It is no more woke than Julie of the Wolves or To Kill a Mockingbird.

Some people like to throw "CRT" around as the new scary buzzword. Most people don't even know what it is. In all honesty, do you want your child to grow up thinking (falsely) that Ameican history was just an episode of Leave it To Beaver? Children in pre-school and kindergarten are taught to share. They aren't taught, "You can play with Janie and Jaxson - but don't share your toys with Yue Ying. He's different."

Human history, when you get down to it, is in, large part, people being nasty to each other. It isn't just "white people are mean to non-white people." The British persecuted the Scots and the Irish for various long swaths of their history. Mongols invaded China. Japan invaded Korea. We all know what's currently happening in Ukraine. There's an old joke that goes something along the line of "a billion years from now when the planet is hurtling toward the sun, there will be microbes in the Middle East who hate each other."


Another point I'd like to bring up: when I originally posted that I planned to read this book due to the banning in Tennessee, one of my readers commented "to consider a book 'banned' because a school board dropped it from the curriculum as required reading after a parent complained ... seems like a hyperbolic use of the term."

I should clarify that I use the term "banned" more loosely that the American Library Association . I used "banned" rather than "banned or challenged" simply because it's one quick easy word that gets the point across. However, per the ALA, "A challenge is an attempt to remove or restrict materials, based upon the objections of a person or group. A banning is the removal of those materials." In this case as another article clarifies, the book was indeed taken from the students mid-reading:

"Kahla Williams said her daughter was on Chapter 10 when the school made the decision to move to the next learning module.

'The book was just taken from them. They didn't get to finish it. They're not testing on it,' she said."

In this case, my use of the term "banned" is appropriate - students who previously had access to a book no longer have access to it. That is banning.

And, yes, as an avid reader and former children's library worker, I have a different view on what's appropriate for a 6th grader than some. But to be perfectly honest, I would have no problem giving this book to Elianna YOUNGER than 6th grade.


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Upstairs, Downstairs

Yesterday, I did something I don't normally do. I started a new book while I was still reading another one. I don't mean that I decided not to finish the book. I checked out a new book from the library and I'm reading one upstairs at bed, and the other in quick snatches downstairs. I haven't done this - have an "upstairs" book and a "downstairs" book - since Elianna was a baby (and by that I mean a "wake her up to feed her every 2.5 hours" baby).

Why did I do it? The short answer is that the book I put on hold at the library came in.

The long answer is a little more complex.

As you might have seen me post on Facebook or Twitter earlier, another book has been removed from the curriculum in another Tennessee school system.

I've never read Dragonwings, but I like historical fiction and grew up on tales of plucky immigrant homesteaders, so between that and the fact that I'm making it a point to read books I see in the news being banned or challenged in schools, this was a no-brainer. This one came in quickly (as opposed to Maus, which I'm still waiting on, though I have read Maus at least once before...) I also happened to see a book Friday evening detailing George Takei's family's experience in the Japanese-American internment camps of WWII. Having requested that one, Dragonwings coming in, and now being first in line for Maus, I figured I was going to have to shift things a little a multitask if I'm going to get these books read before they're due back. (Fortunately, the other book I'm currently reading, Fangirl, is my own copy, so there's no rush on that one...)

Another reason why I decided to read both at the same time instead of simply set Fangirl aside for a while (aside from the fact that I'm really enjoying it) is that Fangirl and Dragonwings are different enough that I'm not going to have a problem switching back and forth. (Imagine if I were reading The Mists of Avalon and Half Sick of Shadows at the same time - yikes!)

In any case, now you know what's going on if I suddenly start posting more "currently reading" posts the next few days.


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Writer's Block or Pandemic Fatigue?

Guys, I think I'm having a little bit of an existential crisis about my writing.

I've really been dragging my feet about it the last couple months. The idea of finishing and publishing a novel seems daunting, not inspiring. Looking for places to submit my short stories seems tedious and not worth the effort.

I've been "supposed" to be working on Brinyor since November, but find I keep delaying rereads and editing in favor of making a map I probably won't use, in depth costume research I probably don't need, in depth linguistic name research that I'm probably the only one who cares about it...

I've been "working" on Brinyor for ten years - Wolf and Sheath, and BrightFire for twelve and eleven years, respectively. (I guess I should quit thinking such uncharitable thoughts about George R R Martin, huh?)

Maybe it's the pandemic fatigue talking - here we are almost two years in, and we just had another exposure scare. (I guess I shouldn't complain - I know a lot of people who have had it; I know some people who have had it twice.) I was supposed to be getting back into things, being productive, now that we're through the holidays and Elianna was going back to school (prior to quarantines and lack-luster ice storms).

I just don't feel the drive. Some people get up in the morning and they HAVE to write, like they have to breathe. Most successful authors will tell you "you have to write every day." I'm definitely not doing that right now. People say, "If you REALLY want to do something, you'll FIND the time, you'll MAKE the time." But you know what I'm making time for? Naps. Admittedly, I have never been ambitious about ANYTHING, so maybe this isn't such a big change. But I am starting to wonder if I'm wasting my... time? Time may not even be the right word, since I'm not even spending that much time on it right now.

But if I don't write, if I'm not a writer, what am I?

(It's an open answer, possibly even a rhetorical question, and in no way meant to be a downer. I've just been rolling this all around in my head recently.)

...though Jason is feeling the same way about some of his leisure activities, so it helps to know I'm not the only one.


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A Comedically-Malfunctioning Vacuum Cleaner

What constitutes "age appropriate?" It's different for each kid, isn't it?

Take Elianna, for example. She's almost 2 1/2. She loves dinosaurs. She watched the last season of Camp Cretaceous with us and was never bothered by snarling dinosaurs ("Whatchu DOIN', dinosaur?!") or by antagonistic robots ("robot dinosaur!"). She occasionally sees snatches of Jason's video games; once, recently, having the bad timing to walk into the room as one character hit another and knocked him out. ("Guy fall down?" "Yes, a mean man hit him and he fell down. That's why we don't hit." "We don't hit. Guy fall down, take a nap.") But we were watching a different show with a comedically-malfunctioning vacuum cleaner and she started screaming.

Or, take, for example, the fact that when I was eight or so, the Giant Mouse of Minsk from An American Tale gave me nightmares. When I was ten, I had three months of rabies-based nightmares and paranoia (I would NOT sit with my back to an open door for fear a rabid rodent would creep in and bite me) after reading Old Yeller... but only one year later I was watching Jaws (and Shark Week) and reading Jurassic park without issue.

Every kid is different and, moreover, what bothers every kid is going to be different. A young child may be scared by something innocuous, but not bothered by what you would expect. A middle schooler may completely miss a reference to sex or violence, but be traumatized when the dog dies.

When I worked in the children's department at a local library, one of my favorite patrons was an 11-year-old who reminded me a lot of myself, both in the volume of books read and in genre choices. She'd come in every other week and make a beeline for me, asking, "What's new? What's good?" She had burned through most of the juvenile-level books and was mostly out in the Young Adult section. She could have asked our adult reference librarians, who were technically over YA.

I don't know if it was just because we had developed a rapport, or because I was the youngest full-timer there (I was 30, and looked younger, and I'm also quite short), or if it was simply because we had the same interests - fantasy and adventure, with an occasional dash of history or sci-fi. She was very mature as far as reading level and vocabulary, and she, like I, loved doorstopper tomes. She hauled a huge black vinyl bag with her to stuff all her books into (she often checked out close to a dozen and, yes, did read most of them in two weeks). It became harder and harder to find things that would interest and/or challenge her that would also be "age appropriate." After we had been doing this for a while, I started to ask her, "are you OK with this, are you OK with that?" As young as she was, I still tried to avoid things I knew to have more sexual content. I recall one time I weighed the pros and cons of giving her a book I'd just finished that I had really enjoyed.

"It's kind of dark," I cautioned. "The main character gets put on trial for witchcraft." I paused, sizing up this even-shorter-than-me bookworm. "Would torture bother you?"

"I think I would be OK," she answered confidently.

"Would it bother your parents?"

She shrugged. "I don't think so. If I got upset, they'd be upset, but I think I'll be OK." Still not entirely sure, I gave it to her anyway. Two weeks later she came back for the sequel.

I bring up these stories because recently there have been more and more school boards and school districts being pressured, or even making rules, to allow parents - one single parent, in some cases - to remove books they don't like from the library. While I do agree that certain books don't belong in school libraries - 50 Shades of Grey springs to mind - I also think that a parent's dislike, mistrust, or even misguided rumor-fueled opinion of a book should not outweigh the expertise of teachers and librarians whose area of study is choosing developmentally appropriate books for a certain age group.

Should I go to Elianna's preschool and demand that they remove any books with vacuum cleaners in them? Of course not. Should my mom have gone to our local library or Blockbuster and demand that no one be allowed to watch An American Tale or Old Yeller? Of course not. One parent, one individual, even a vocal minority of annoyed or misinformed people should not be able to make snap decisions on what books hundreds or thousands of students have access to.

By all means, be involved in your child's education. But be aware that just because YOU don't like the book doesn't mean that no one should read it. The book you hated may be the book that finally gets a reluctant reader interested in reading, or may be the book that helps a struggling teen realize they aren't alone, or that helps a child understand an important lesson about the world. Let them read. Or, to quote Finding Nemo:

"I promised I'd never let anything happen to him."

"Well, that's a funny thing to promise - then nothing'll ever happen to him. Not much fun for little Harpo."


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Review: Out of Darkness by Ashley Hope Perez

As some of you know, this book was put on my radar because a mom at a school board meeting in Texas pitched a fit about the reference to anal sex on "page 39." The book was pulled from two middle school libraries in the district shortly after that. I don't know how many more other schools may have pulled it at this point, because the video from the school board meeting has spread like wildfire.

I had initially posted a news story about the board meeting on my Facebook page, but after Banned Books Week, I was contacted by the author's publicist to ask if I was interested in writing a blog post about Ashley's response (which you can read here).

As I often do when someone makes a stink about a book being inappropriate, I got curious and decided to read it. (That's what I do, y'all - banning a book just makes me want to read it more.)

So I checked out a copy from the library. I actually don't check out books for myself from the library that often, because I really only get a short window of time at night to read and I'm always concerned I'm going to run out of time and that someone else will be waiting for the book, so I won't be able to renew it. I was even more concerned when I picked up the copy I'd requested. I was not expecting a 400 page tome. But I shouldn't have worried - I ploughed through the book quickly, often staying up well past when I should have gone to bed, especially as I neared the end.

What follow are, first, a basic review, and then, secondly, my thoughts on the offensive phrase that got the book pulled as compared to other content in the book.

Review, with minor spoliers

Out of Darkness is the story of Naomi and Wash. In New London, TX, in 1937, a Black boy befriends a Mexican girl who has recently moved to town with her stepfather and her half siblings. Her stepfather is white, and the twins (Beto and Cari), though mixed, pass for white, especially since their father enrolls them in school as Robbie and Carrie Smith. Naomi, however, is dark enough that Wash first mistakes her for Black and wonders how he could have missed a new girl in "Egypt Town," the Black Quarter.

Naomi has many struggles. Her stepfather, Henry, works long hours in the oil fields and is often away, leaving her to care for her younger siblings, run the household (cleaning, mending, cooking, shopping) while also attending high school full time.

Naomi is quiet and keeps to herself. The boys at school think she's exotic and alluring, despite being aloof. The girls at school have nasty things to say about her. (Well, the boys do, too, but it's a different kind of nasty.) But with Wash's genuine attention to and friendship with Cari and Beto, she begins to open up and find some enjoyment in her new life.

But, alas, no one's going to read a 400 page book about Wash and Naomi and their Happy, No-Conflict, Idyllic Life. This is Texas. In the 30's. A Black boy and a Mexican girl can't be friends. A Black boy and "white" children can't be friends. And most of the kids at the otherwise all white school look down on Naomi. Those would be enough problems to deal with without Henry's long hours, alcholholism, possesive nature and his... history with Naomi and her mother. That would be enough to deal with without the school using raw natural gas for heat rather than safer, refined gas or oil from the oil company. That would be enough to deal with without falling in love with the "wrong" person. And that would be enough without the literal powder keg of the school exploding, and the figurative powder keg that goes off when a black boy carries the body of a dead white girl out of the rubble.

The author, Ashley Hope Perez, skillfully layers in foreshadowing until you know, YOU KNOW, something terrible is about to happen. But, with that said, it was still beautiful, even the dark parts. (Even the many, many dark parts.) It is an amazingly well-written tale of love, friendship, family, hope, despair, possession, toxic relationships, abuse, racism, and disaster. It is fantastic.


There are better reasons to ban a book - warning for spoilers and potential triggers

I am so aggravated that the book has been pulled from school bookshelves because of a line where highschool boys fantasize about Naomi, and suggest "put it in her cornhole." That's worth pulling the book? Wash and Naomi are both called the "n" word. But that's OK - at least it's not "cornhole."

Another phrase that upset the mother at the school board meeting was "pussy, or the idea of pussy," again, brought to us by the fantasizing of the boys in Naomi's class. That's worth pulling the book? The book opens with an explosion - a true, historical event that still stands as one of the worst three disasters in Texas history. There are details about the rescue workers collecting small body parts and putting them in baskets, while parents had to identify their children by clothing or birthmarks because their faces weren't recognizable. But that's OK because at least those bodyparts weren't a "pussy."

As the book goes on, we learn more about Henry and Naomi's relationship. Henry started making her touch him when she was seven. He tries to force himself on her in the kitchen as a teenager when he comes home drunk and mistakes her for her (long-deceased) mother. But that's OK - it's not "cornhole."

Naomi's mother had a history of miscarriages - and young Naomi was present for at least two of them, and remembers them in great detail. But that's OK because it's not "pussy."

Henry makes Beto go hunting with him to "make a man out of him." He forces him to shoot a bird even when it becomes clear that the boy doesn't want to. Henry bullies him so badly that eight-year-old Beto wets his pants.

There are also beautiful, tender, intimate moments between Naomi and Wash, serving to offset Henry's force and lack of concern about consent.

Henry drinks. He sleeps around. He sees a man catch on fire and burn to death at an oil rig. He has a tin of condoms in his drawer (referred to exclusively by brand names like "Romeos)... but when a doctor told him his wife couldn't survive another pregnancy, he protests, "she's my wife - a man's got a right." Naomi remembers lying awake at night before the twins were born listening to the mattress squeak while her mother cried. But that's OK because no one says "pussy" or "cornhole."

Cari, Beto's twin, dies in the explosion. Her face is smashed. So many children die that Henry decides to make a coffin rather than wait for one. Meanwhile, Cari lies on the kitchen table while Beto mourns underneath.

The white men of town (it was the whites-only school that exploded) decide someone needs to be held responsible. They focus on Wash, who was nearby (because he worked on the property), mostly because he had the audacity to touch a dead white girl. His family are terrorized and beaten. Their house is burned. Henry forces Beto to throw a rock through the window of his friend's house. Henry forces his son to watch his friend be beaten by an angry mob.

I wanted so badly, SO BADLY for this book to have a happy ending. But Naomi and Beto both survive the explosion - a miracle. Wash narrowly avoids a lynching - another miracle. So when Wash and Naomi reunite and attempt to run with Beto, and Henry catches up to them, you know that three miracles was too much to hope for.

Hnery, by now very far gone, and showing his true colors, forces Beto - at gunpoint - to tie Wash to a tree so Henry can beat the already-injured teenager more. He forces both boys to watch while he rapes Naomi. He gives Beto a sadistic choice - shoot your friend, or watch me shoot your sister. Beto makes a third choice, but too late to protect Wash and Naomi. But please, by all means, protect us from the words "cornhole" and "pussy."

And yes, that all sounds horrible... but I still loved the book. It's still worth the read. Sometimes you need to read things that bother you.


I am not, of course, suggesting that the book should be banned for ANY reason. Is the book for everyone? No. Is it appropriate for middle schoolers? For most of them, no, but then again, I am not the mother of every middle schooler in Texas, so I shouldn't be the one to make that call.

What Do You Know About Collection Development?

As many of you know, I worked in libraries for a long time. I am not a librarian, in that I don't have a Masters of Library Science degree. However, despite this, in some of my positions, I was somewhat involved in collection development, under the supervision of a librarian.

First, what is collection development? For sake of a quick and easy answer, it's how libraries decide which books to add to their collection. There is a LOT that goes into it, including patrons' demand and quality of the literature in question.

My first stint at collection development was when I worked part-time in the Cobb Library's genealogy and special collection room. We got a lot of donations. A LOT. Sometimes those books were great; a local genealogist had researched, confirmed, and compiled his family's history going back multiple generations, and offered us a copy of the completed book. Great! Someone else gave us a moldy copy of a county history we already had multiple copies of. Not great.

Moldy books aside, one of the things I did with the donations were to confirm that they were pertinent to our collection - genealogical resources, local (Georgia or Southeastern US) history resources, Georgia authors, etc. Once that was done, I looked them up in an international database to see if another library had catalogued it. If so, I printed this information and left the book for the department's head librarian to confirm as a candidate to add to the collection. Of course, she had additional criteria and made the final call, but in the time that I worked in this department, I helped add over 1,000 books and periodicals to our collection in that way.

When I worked at an academic library at a local university, my CD duties got stepped up a notch. By this time I had been working full time in the children's department at a busy library for a few years, and had much more donation processing experience under my belt, in addition to more understanding of how a healthy library collection grows. I was assigned to a new and recently funded project - creating a "popular browsing" collection for the smaller of the two campus libraries.

I was very excited. The campus I was on housed many of the STEM courses, as well as some niche creative majors like video game design and fashion technology. We had a very diverse population - more international students and non-traditional (23 years and older) undergrad students than our larger sister campus. We had a lot of requests for Sci-Fi, fantasy, anime, and YA books, as well as trendy authors such as George R R Martin (this was during the hey-dey of the Game of Thrones TV series).

As someone who also enjoys Sci-fi, fantasy, YA, and George R R Martin, this was right up my alley. Does that mean that I just ordered my "to read" list and have done with it? Oh, no.

I did a lot of research. I checked best seller lists and looked for announcements of the winners of awards (Pulitzer, Printz, Georgia Book Award, Nebula, and Hugo to name a few). I looked at reviews - not on Amazon, but in resources like Publisher's Weekly and Library Journal - publications intended to help librarians choose which materials to spend their limited resources on.

I made a color-coded excel chart (because, as anyone who has worked with me in the past ten years knows, of course I did). I had so much fun... but I also took it very seriously. I had a small budget, all things considered, and was constantly asking myself, is it worth the eight, fourteen, or twenty dollars to buy this book? Will our patrons read it?"

The opposite of collection development is what is often called "weeding." This means deciding what books to remove from a collection. What? Remove books? No, say it ain't so! Well, I know it sounds shocking (especially if you've read my Banned Books posts), but just as a healthy collection needs to have books added regularly, it also needs to be trimmed occasionally. Think of it as cutting your toenails. Or better yet, like pruning a tree or weeding a garden (which is why I like the term "weeding").

If you have a teenager looking for a book to read and they pick up a copy of a book with a super 80's-tastic cover, as opposed to something trendy and "lit" (am I using that right, you hip groovy cats?) they probably aren't going to read it. A water-damaged copy of a best-selling author is going to sit on the shelf untouched. A computer science student isn't going to get much help from "Computers and You: 1982 Edition." Your collection has to stay interesting. It has to stay in good repair. It has to stay relevant.

In my time at Cobb Libraries, I also helped with weeding which, once I got past the scandal of "you mean we might GET RID of some of these books?!" I found very interesting and even satisfying. Again, I was doing this under the supervision of a librarian. I had certain criteria and certain steps. Sometimes I was given a list of specific titles to pull to look into further. These were either older (potentially outdated) non-fiction, or books that hadn't checked out in a given period of time - usually five years, though sometimes shorter if it was pulling specific copies of books we would have had a lot of. When Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban first came out, the library got dozens of copies due to high demand. But if you have five copies out of 50 that haven't checked out in several years, maybe it's time to consider pulling some.

Of course, the first thing we checked was number of titles at each branch. If a small branch has three or four copies of the same book and there are larger branches that don't have one, you send it to another branch where it might get some new, interested patrons looking at it.

Damage was another consideration. If I pulled a book that was falling apart, missing pages, water damaged beyond minor staining, etc., I checked how many copies we had and usually set it on a pile for the librarian to confirm removing from the system. The exception was if it was the last copy of the book, or if it was a high-demand book (say, To Kill a Mockingbird) and we were concerned about not having enough copies.

And as for outdated, well, let's just say that if Indiana Jones would pick up the book and say, "This belongs in a museum," it should probably be weeded...

Also, weeding doesn't mean "throwing away." Books that we removed that were in good condition were sent to the book sale. Books in bad condition were sent to recycling. Irrelevant material (like bound copies of tech periodicals from the 30's that were available on the library's online database) were sold to film companies to use for props. I know some libraries even use weeded books as craft supplies.

Of course, as you would expect at a public library, sometimes public opinion tries to get involved in collection development - "why won't you add my self-published memoir to the collection?" "when are you going to get some copies of 50 Shades of Grey?" "When are you going to REMOVE 50 Shades of Grey?" This is why many libraries have a collection development team, a collection development policy (often available on the website, or, if not, in print upon request), and a weeding/request for removal policy. This is so when your lowly part-time shelver starts getting these questions thrown at him, he has a group and a policy to refer people to.

Recently I've been seeing more in the news about parents and politicians getting involved in trying to pull certain books from libraries, or bar others from being added. And while, to a certain extent, I do believe that parents should be involved in what their children read, pitching a fit and demanding that a book be removed when you've only read page 39 is not the way to go about it. What do you know about collection development? Where did you get your MLS degree?

Now, like I said, I'm not a full librarian. There are many library professionals out there who were far more qualified than I to choose books to add to a collection. But I like to think I gave it a good, well-educated, unbiased attempt. I even added books, or kept potential weeding candidates that I personally didn't want to read, or had read and hadn't liked. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't read it.

Out of Darkness, Out of the Library

I posted a brief little tidbit about this on my Facebook page a week or two before Banned Books Week. There was a school board meeting in Texas (because they always seem to be in Texas) where a mom went on and on about Out of Darkness, a book in the school library that had a reference to anal sex. The rant went viral, and multiple schools in the district ended up pulling the book off shelves. (For those of you keeping track at home, that means the book was successfully banned.)

It is worth noting that, like many controversial Young Adult Books, Out of Darkness is a Printz Honor book.

Recently, I was contacted by the publicist for Ashley Hope Perez, the author of Out of Darkness, asking if I'd be willing to write a blog post about Perez's response to the controversy. She sent me a YouTube video and I have to say, I love the author's attitude - a perfect blend of snark and passion.

Having watched the video and looked into the book a little more, I now plan to read it. Who's with me?

See more about Ashley and her works here.

Where to Draw the Line

How do you define a generation, an era? (No, don't start singing RENT.)

We look back at history and have made neat little red lines at events and dates: the Ancient world ends with the Fall of Rome. The modern world begins with Columbus "discovering" America in 1492. The Protestant Reformation begins with Martin Luther nailing a piece of paper to a church door. Right? Well, not really.

Every so often something comes along that defines a generation or an era. Often, this is the sort of thing that at the time people might or might not recognize it's significance (man landing on the moon or the Kennedy assassination vs. the first time a fax or an email was sent, for example). But it seems like we've had a lot of them in my lifetime: 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, the 2008 recession, or the entire dumpster fire that was 2020. And that's just since I've been an adult - what about the fall of the USSR or the Berlin Wall?

20 years from now, 50, 100, will we look back on one of these events as the moment that propelled us into a different era? What will be call that era? Post-9/11? The Great Climate Shift? After COVID?

I don't know the answer, but it's fun to guess, to speculate. I have a story that I want to write that takes place far enough in the future that time is now counted from a different, more recent event (as opposed to our current AD/CE numbering). It's approximately 500 PT. What's PT? Post-terrestrial era.

We like to think we have these nice, neat lines, these dividers on the timeline. But really, we don't. Rome didn't fall in a day, and people didn't suddenly look around and say, "well, I guess I better quit being ancient - that was SO last year."

And my post-terrestrial era? It's counted from the moon landing in 1969. (1970 being 1 PT.) Does that mean that instantly everyone was living in outer space in 1970, just like in the Jetsons? No, of course not. But you have to draw the line somewhere.

So, where do you draw the line in your life? What point do you look at and say, "After this point, everything was different."? For my parents, it might be Kennedy or the Moon Landing. A year or two ago there were certain events I might have picked. But I think now for a lot of us it will be that March 13, 2020 was the day it all changed.

Generational Names

Jennifer, Stephanie, Brooke, Lindsey and Brittany, and Megan. Like, omigod, these are, like, totally teenagers, right? Like, for sure.

Charlotte, Cora, Abigail and Agatha, and Ida. These are, in all likelihood, dowager dames of Downton Abbey, or, perhaps, sophisticated suffragettes of the previous century.

They're not?

There's a thing about names - how a name holds a connotation of generation and personality. I made a post several years ago about how, given the popularity of old Welsh names in the 80's and 90's I had to be careful choosing Welsh-based names for one of my stories - no one's going to accept The Dread Dark Lord Dylan.

Of course, these connotations change with time. When your grandmothers and great grandmothers were named Elizabeth, Margaret, Carol, Martha, Esther, and Lillie, those names seem old fashioned or traditional. But when Elianna's grandchildren are old enough to think about these things, names like Zoe, Riley, Everly, Avery, and Luna, will seem "old" and "stodgy," and who knows what will be hip and trendy at the dawn of the 22nd century?

But back to my lists at the beginning, the list of names that feels teenagery to me, because these were the names of the popular girls when I was a teenager - these are professionals. The Jennifers are the head of the foreign language department, and the head of graduate studies at a university. The Stephanies are an academic advisor and a doula. Brooke is a pediatrician. Lindsey and Brittany are teachers. Megan is a doctor of physical therapy.

And the "dowager dames?" They're babies. Charlotte is 2 1/2. Cora is turning 2. Abigail and Agatha are a little over 1 1/2. Ida is 6 months old. But maybe there's something to these "suffragette" names - these little girls will be the movers and shakers, the leading ladies of the next generation. Move over, Megan. Step aside, Stephanie - Ida and Cora have some changes to make.

Confessions, Judgement, and Accountability

A couple days ago (in fact, the day that I posted my last blog), I decided that this week I wanted to talk about why I'm still struggling with my writing schedule. But in order to fully explain that situation, I have to talk about something I'd been keeping relatively quiet. It's not a secret, per se, but it is something I haven't brought up because it's become a divisive topic in the past year.

Elianna is in pre-school.

Since the shut downs started last March and April (oh my god, has it been ten months? Oh my god has it ONLY been ten months...), Jason and I struggled with whether or not to start Elianna in a mother's morning out program. Since I don't work, we didn't want a full daycare program (even though the daycares in our area are incredibly stellar). We wanted something that would give me a couple hours off a couple days a week, and something to get her socializing.

At her nine month appointment last April (oh my god, she was only nine months last April?) we expressed our joint concerns to her pediatrician - what about COVID exposure? But what about stunting her social growth? What about her lagging gross motor skills, and what about vocabulary skills, which are generally things that being exposed to other children helps them pick up?

We started looking into schools "late." I was really depressed last winter; I didn't start to come out of that 'til February, and that's when we started looking - and that's also generally after most schools start enrollment. We found a school we seemed to like - a local preschool that came VERY highly recommended. I scheduled a tour, knowing that if we liked it we'd be on the waiting list. But I was kind of OK with that - it gave us time to think, consider infection rates, talk to Elianna's doctor, etc., before school started in August.

I went on the tour on March 12. I was impressed with their precautions - sanitizing, distancing, keeping any kids in the hallways walking neatly against one wall - and asking us to keep our distance from the students and not approaching the open classroom doors. Jason was impressed with their security measures, and I had gotten a really good feeling from the ladies leading the tour - including the director, who lives two houses down from me.

That evening, I added Elianna to the waiting list. The next morning - Friday the 13th - I received an email from the school, saying that due to COVID they would be shutting down indefinitely, but they would be in contact with us over the summer regarding waiting lists, reopening, and any new procedures they might implement to help mitigate the spread of the virus. (Spoiler alert - it was seven pages of new health safety procedures.) It honestly just made me feel better about our choice to send Elianna to school there. This was two weeks before Georgia's governor issued stay-at-home orders, and three days before the White House had their big press release on "Flattening the Curve."

We felt good, personally, about our decision - especially after receiving updates on new procedures throughout the summer, and sharing them with our doctor. But I hadn't talked about it except to just family and a few close friends, because how to handle kids in school during the pandemic has been SO divisive. I don't like pissing people off, I don't like getting pissed off, and I didn't have the time for people's judgment.

My sister, who gave birth to her first child in July, and who is a 5th grade teacher, has had the same struggle, times ten. Both of us constantly wonder - am I doing the right thing for my child? for my mental stability? what about the teachers and caregivers? We both have heard the "you're a terrible parent because you're sending your child to school in person/keeping your child home for online learning" and "you're a terrible person - you're putting your child's needs ahead of the health of teachers and caregivers." I'll be the first to admit that I've been judgy of friends' and neighbors' choices with their children this past school year - but I try to keep it quiet. I try not to bash people's personal decisions on social media. I try to be supportive when I can - and silent when I can't.

Which brings me around to why I'm breaking my silence about Elianna's school.

I've been trying to get back into writing. I arranged my schedule so that I work on my writing on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, while Elianna is at school. (Recently I've also been able to add about 45 minutes while she's in physical therapy, but since she's improving and we're dropping down on the frequency of her sessions, that schedule is changing now, too.)

However, late last Friday, Cherokee Schools announced that, due to the number of teachers either currently sick with COVID, or quarantining due to exposure, they no longer had the staffing for in person classes (yes, not even a full week after coming back from Christmas), they would be going virtual at least this week. Elianna is not in public school - but the children of many of the staff at her preschool are. Over the weekend, we got an email from her school letting us know that her class would not meet this week due to staffing issues. Further, if Cherokee remains closed, it's likely her school will also have to close. And while they do have a plan in place for digital learning that means that, 1. I'm still having to supervise Elianna during the time I would normally have while she's at school and, 2. I don't know how much digital learning you can really do with 18-month-olds.

So... there it is.

And, yes, I know most people don't give a hoot whether I'm meeting my writing schedule. But I give a hoot. I feel the need for accountability. But that accountability required an explanation.

Elianna and her class, the last day before Christmas.(All photos are by her teachers.)

Elianna and her class, the last day before Christmas.

(All photos are by her teachers.)

Elianna and her best bud on the playground.

Elianna and her best bud on the playground.

Elianna loves school!  (This was taken the same day as the “Grump on a Tractor” incident…)

Elianna loves school! (This was taken the same day as the “Grump on a Tractor” incident…)

Na No No Go

Today's a big day - no, not just the day after Halloween (and don't you DARE start putting up that Christmas tree yet ; ) - today is the first day of NaNoWriMo*.

*If you're not familiar with the abbreviation, NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel-Writing Month, which takes place annually in November. Writers challenge themselves to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. It's not as hard as it sounds - it breaks down to about 1700 words a day, which is just a couple pages. The hard part is not writing 50,000 words - the hard part is actually finishing the novel after November ends.

Those of you who have been following this blog for a while will hopefully forgive me as I give a little background on my NaNo history here:

-In 2009, I did NaNo for the first time, and succeeded in writing 50,000 words. This novel, which I've referred to often in this blog by its working title, The Wolf and the Sheath, still sits unfinished 11 years later.

-In 2010, I did NaNo again, leading to BrightFire... which is also unfinished.

-In 2011, because I was very busy, I gave myself the goal of 30,000 words instead, and ended up with the partial novel I'm currently calling Brinyor which is, you guessed it, still unfinished.

A few months ago, I had been hoping to be back into some semblance of a writing routine by now. I have been trying to sit down and work on writing stuff a couple mornings a week. There have been a few times recently that I've worked on something else like laundry or food prep during the time I should be writing. I really need to cut that out. I really need to start treating my writing time as non-negotiable.

So, I'm sure that you might have guessed from all of that that I will not be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. I just have too much going on (which, yes, all of you with multiple children that get shuttled back and forth to various activities, just pat me on the head and call me a sweet summer child) .

We're heading into "the holidays" and I have crafts I want to put together. There are areas of the house that haven't been cleaned since before Elianna was born. And we're going to have to start taking her to physical therapy because she's behind on walking. In addition, I'm dealing with anxiety and insomnia (though, it is 2020 - who isn't?). I'm trying to be more active so I can kick my weight loss into gear... I hope it doesn't sound like I'm making excuses; this just isn't the time to be putting a major task on my plate.

But with all that said, I think that I am going to try and reread all three of my partial novels this month, as well as do some other creative things (art rather than writing, but I feel that any creative juices are going to get others flowing).

And those of you who are going to take up the challenge this year - go for it! Take those emotions, those anxieties, and pour them into your novel. Write about the dystopia you fear, or write about hope and recovery. Just write. And, hopefully, your novel will make more sense than this year has.

To those about to write, I salute you.

#NaNoWriMo2020

Missing the Magic

Fall is in the air.  Unfortunately, so are other things...

There are, sadly, a lot of kids missing out on their fall and Halloween traditions this year (yes, and their parents, too 'cause parents love Halloween). I've seen lots of posts from friends about how they're modifying fall traditions for their kids and grandkids.  Some are trying to figure out social-distanced trick-or-treating, others are swapping private hayrides for group excursions.

Jason and I briefly considered taking Elianna to a pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin... but then I saw that the CDC was calling that a moderate risk activity, even outside with masks required.  Given that we live in an area where there has been a lot of push-back against masks, we decided not to bother.

I was taking Elianna for a walk in the stroller a few days ago - it was the first time we'd been out and about since a lot of people had put up Halloween decorations.  I came to the end of our street and saw that the hedge out in front of one house was decked out with about a dozen friendly scarecrows.  I thought to myself how much fun she's going to have once she's old enough to go to fall festivals, fondly recalling the school festivals my sister and I went to at our elementary school: mazes, pony rides, and haunted houses with spaghetti brains you could touch. 

And I know she's too young this year.  I know she won't know what she's missing out on, and wouldn't remember trick-or-treating or picking out a pumpkin anyway.  I take comfort in that.  But I miss it.  And I know how many of my friends and/or their kids are, too.  But I think the kids will be OK.  I think the kids will still find ways to see the magic.

I talk about how kids can find the magic this time of year so easily in a re-post from last year ( https://www.iveyink.com/blog/2019/10/19/memories-and-magic ), but here's that specific section:

“The things I remember most about Halloween as a kid, was the feeling that anything could happen.  Those chilly, cloudy nights out walking through the dark neighborhood, I would look up at the sky and see faint ghosts in swirling patterns.  Most other nights I knew that wasn't a ghost, but rather a search light from a concert or a car lot.  But on Halloween, it was a ghost.  On Halloween, that empty house down the street might really be haunted.  On Halloween that neighbor that likes to dress up like a scarecrow and sit on the front porch to startle trick-or-treaters might actually be an evil scarecrow come to life that would come get you. 

Certain nights hold magic.  Halloween is one of them.  Christmas is another.  On Christmas as a kid, that flashing red light in the sky isn't a plane - it's Rudolph.  The fireplace making a thump isn't the flue cooling off and contracting - it's Santa.  And I really believed for many years that if I sprinkled glitter on the Christmas tree and the nutcracker collection that one of these days they would magically transform and take me to a magical land...  I believed this probably 'til I was way older than I should have.

But my point is, there is something very magical about Fall.  (Yes, I know Christmas Day itself is about 4 days into Winter, but most of that buildup, most of that magical transformation is in Fall.)  And there is something amazing about kids; they believe.  They want to believe.  They love to believe.  And that is awesome.”

I know a lot of us are disappointed, and a lot of us are concerned our kids will be, too.  But don't worry about the kids - they'll still believe in the magic.

Future Tense

When I was in middle school and high school, I went on a medical thriller binge.  I think it started because of how much I liked Jurassic Park.  I read all of Michael Crichton's other books, and then started looking for similar authors.  Robin Cook was another one I read a lot of.

I had gotten it into my head that these were Science Fiction.  Some of them - Jurassic Park, and a Robin Cook novel about an alien invasion, definitely count.  I wouldn't understand that what I was looking for was more accurately a science/medical thriller until I was actually working in a library.

Aside from Jurassic Park, the only book I read from this period that stands out in my memory is The Plague Tales, by Ann Benson.  (Below is the review I wrote for it rereading it as an adult for my library's quarterly genre review.)

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One interesting thing about this book, which took place in part in the then-future of 2005, was that the world was recovering from a global epidemic.  Air travel had been restricted - those “lucky” enough to be allowed to fly were subjected to full-body latex suits, diagnostic tests involving the drawing of blood upon landing, and, if resisting the latter, arrest.

I actually hadn't really given the "future" setting of this book much thought until I saw an article yesterday entitled "I Just Flew and it Was Worse Than I Thought," accompanied by a picture of two airline passengers in full respirator masks (for what it's worth, the article is from early May* and the accompanying photo was somewhat misleading).

*And who would have ever thought “I’m not gonna bother reading this 5-month-old, out-of-date article?”

But it also made me think about some of the assumptions made.  It seems that 20+ years ago we had more faith in how we would handle a pandemic - and specifically how willing people would be to comply with fairly stringent restrictions.  It's some food for thought.

Banned Books Week Day 3: Separating the Art from the Artist

Have you ever read a book, seen a movie, heard a song you really enjoyed, that really resonated with you... and then found out something less-than-savory about the creator?

Jason and I have been watching Lovecraft Country recently.  In the first episode the main character, who is black, is walking along with an older black lady after they were stranded when their bus broke down and only the white passengers were provided with alternate transportation.  The other passenger mentions that she saw him reading while they were on the bus and asks him what his book was about.  He tells her he was reading A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs, and goes on to describe the beginning of the book - a former Confederate officer is lost in the desert and stumbles upon a portal to Mars.

"Wait... a Confederate officer?" She asks.

"Ex-Confederate," he clarifies. 

She scoffs "once a Confederate, always a Confederate."

He shrugs, and admits that he can separate the character from his origin and enjoy the story.

Lovecraft Country takes place in the 1950's, and so far all the episodes are dripping with period accurate racism and misogyny.  (It's a very good, show, don't get me wrong, but it's not Hairspray.)  Some of the characters in the show are fans of H.P. Lovecraft; others remind them that he was racist.

And, while I'm not trying to excuse racism, antisemitism, xenophobia, or anything else that Lovecraft is commonly accused of, I am saying that he is a product of his time.  Casual racism, antisemitism, xenophobia, misogyny, and a whole host of other bothersome things were commonplace and unremarkable in the early 20th century.  Many authors of classics would fall into those same categories if we examined them closely.  How many older books have you read with "tricky" Jews, "lazy" or overly-servile blacks, "untrustworthy" immigrants (Irish, Italian, Mexican, whatever), "barbaric" middle-easterners, and delicate wilting violet heroines who need a big strong man to save them?

Dickens had Fagan; Shakespeare had Shylock and Othello (or specifically, the “malignant and a turbaned Turk” that Othello called a “circumcisèd dog,” and killed).

I'm not saying we should ignore the prejudices of the past... but I'm also saying that we should not completely disregard an author (or, more specifically, their works) if there is merit once we look past the author's shortcomings.  This is 2020, and I'd like to think we're more inclusive as a society now than in 1920, and 1820, and 1620.

And what are we writing today?  Who are today's paragons who will be seen as problematic in 20, 50, 100 years?

An example of how viewpoints can change, even within a lifetime, would be J. K Rowling. 

In the late 1990's when the Harry Potter books first came out, her books were frequently challenged for sorcery and witchcraft.  (Which, really, is like challenging Sir Cumference and the Dragon of Pi for use of geometry.)  A few years later, when filming one of the later films (I want to say Half-Blood Prince) there was a big to do about J. K. Rowling announcing that Dumbledore was gay.  Some people were in an uproar, announcing that she was promoting "the gay agenda" in addition to witchcraft.  Others hailed her as progressive - the wise mentor character is gay!  How fabulous!  And now... it's almost as though things have come full circle. 

Earlier this year, Rowling got into, well, a row (to use the British) online with none other than Daniel Radcliffe about whether or not transgender women were "really" women.  A large number of her fans and followers, who had seen the books as so accepting, so inclusive, such a fantastic allegory for transformation, becoming who you truly are, found that their hero, their paragon, had fallen and her pedestal was crumbling.

Many people started saying "J. K. Rowling didn't write this world, this universe that I so identify with - Daniel Radcliffe did!  Hermione did!  Someone else, anyone else!"  And, while I am not defending her comments, I think it's a shame to try and excise the author from the work.

J.K. Rowling is 55 years old.  Many of her fans who are upset are in their 30's, 20's, maybe even teens.  I'm not saying "older generations don't get it,"... but when I first started reading Harry Potter in 2000, I didn't know a lot of gay people (or, rather maybe didn't know a lot of people who had come out).  Not only did I not know anyone who was transgender, I didn't know such a thing existed.  (Yes, I was sheltered.)  That was 20 years ago. 

Now I know enough about the LGBTQ+ world, spectrum, color wheel to know that I really don't know a lot about it.  And that's OK - I'm open to knowing more, I'm open to learning and letting people be who they want to be.  And, I also know that as a 38-year-old white woman writing in 2020 that there may be things that I write that my daughter's generation, or her children's generation read and think, "Oh, god, why would she say this?  What a horrible person!"  I hope not, but I know that society moves on, and grows, and changes, so who am I to say what will be acceptable in the year 2120?

But, back to Lovecraft.  I guess the point of what I am trying to say is this: if you find the world of Lovecraft intriguing, read it, and don't worry about the author.  If you find John Carter's post-Civil War adventures on Mars thrilling, read them, and don't worry about his background.  If you love Harry Potter, for goodness's sakes, put on your house scarf and wave your wand and don't worry about J.K's tweets.  Just read what you want, and enjoy yourself.  Don't let an author take their world away from you.

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