Thoughts on Neil Gaiman’s Newest Novel

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This isn’t so much a review as it is a recommendation and some initial thoughts after finishing the book.

To be honest, I knew I was going to love this book. I’ve been following Neil Gaiman’s twitter and tumblr for a while, I read his Sandman comics years ago, I did a report on him when I was a freshman in college, I loved Coraline (as a book and movie), and I bought last-minute tickets (now sold out) to see him do a reading at the University of Washington in early July. I don’t do too many reviews on this blog, so I’m just going to explain it to you how I would explain a movie to someone after I saw it. There will be no spoilers. At least, nothing that you couldn’t find out online.

The most impressive aspect of reading Neil Gaiman’s newest book, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, is its accessibility. It truly is a book that anyone can read and enjoy. However, some of the scenes may be inappropriate for the really young audiences. I wouldn’t recommend the book to the average elementary school student. That’s not to say that there aren’t some amazing books written with them in mind (The Giver), but you’d need a mature elementary reader. Personally, if I had kids, I’d let them read it. But I think a lot of what makes this book so great comes from having a lot of life experience and being able to look back. The book hits on a very familiar level, one I like to think everyone (adults and younger readers) can relate to. The book starts with a male protagonist who is looking back at an event in his life that he has been unable to escape. The story then shifts to his seventh birthday party and you know immediately that this is where the plot of the story is going to develop. Throughout the novel, I had to constantly remind myself that it is an adult telling the story. For me, when an adult writes in depth about childhood, it takes on a sad and nostalgic tone (of which, I am a fan). The simple innocence of childhood when contrasted with adulthood is something that tugs at the heartstrings. You find yourself missing those days that were spent playing. Not like playing a sport as an adult, but the kind of playing that can only be appreciated as a child. And the only enemies of this innocent playing are the adults. The characters’ commentary of adult behavior is thought provoking and you’ll find yourself thinking, “You know, I’ve thought that before, but never put it in those words.”

I think if I found any weak points in this book, it’s because I simply can’t enjoy books in the way I used to (and trust me, this book actually deals with books and reading a lot). College has ruined that childlike feeling of reading for the sake of reading. So instead of just saying, “I really liked that story,” I now read with this disturbing thought lingering in my mind, “If I were editing this book in a workshop, I can guarantee that I’d write ‘Beware the Passive Voice’ at the start of every chapter.” And maybe the UK isn’t as hard on it as we are in the United States, but yes, there is a lot of passive voice in this novel. Another thing some people are noticing is the supernatural aspect. I finished the book just a few hours ago (it came out yesterday) and there are already some reviews that say there are holes in the supernatural aspect of the novel. For me, that is not an issue at all, and that says something about a theme or message in the novel. Of course some supernatural aspects of a novel are not going to add up logically. That’s why it’s not called “natural.” And I think childhood is supernatural. At least in the mind of a child, or a seven year old protagonist. The world is a magical place to a child.

This book can’t be read too critically. I don’t think it’s going to win a Pulitzer Prize, but it is a fantastic read with some amazing passages that I will never forget. My favorite has to do with monsters:

“Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t.”

That part of the novel is what makes this book standout. When you get to that part, you’ll just know that there is something special going on here. And it’s called good story telling.

This book is a very short read and totally worth your time. If you have a spare Saturday, there is no reason why you couldn’t finish this before dinner. And it’s only $14-$15 dollars on amazon for Kindle or hardback.


You Need to Read This.

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Seriously, you do.


Scared of Everything

For those that read my stuff when I post, believe it or not, this is entirely fiction.

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I could hear them talking as I listened in through the other side of the door. Mom was almost yelling. Dad was crying. They thought I couldn’t hear them. But I heard every word. Kids grow up hoping that they’ll never hear their own parents say that dreaded word. The “D” word. It could never happen to my parents. Nope, not my parents. No, my parents wouldn’t do that. But sooner or later it happens. Looking back on it, you only hear the word a few times growing up, not knowing what it’s going to mean to you, because it means something different to everyone. For some, it means never seeing Dad again. For others, it means never seeing Mom again. For others, it means seeing half of both. Some get to see a whole lot more of the daycare lady, a lot more of the teachers at school, and another lady at school that only sees you in her office, and she only wants to hear about how things are at home. But generally, that “D” word means the same thing to kids: they get to see a whole lot more of those adults who aren’t their parents.

I’ll always remember it. My dad was saying over and over again, “A what!? A what!?” And Mom kept repeating it, “A divorce, Thomas! I want a divorce!”

Then came the bluff from Dad, “Fine.”

I don’t remember them arguing much about it after that. I just remember hearing dad’s feet come closer to the door. Then the door flew open, knocking me over. He apologized profusely, but it didn’t matter. I was already bawling. I was crying. It’s the first time I remember myself actually crying. He picked me up and walked down the long hallway. I’ll never know if Mom noticed or not, but Dad was crying too. He put me into bed and kissed me on the cheek. I felt his wet cheeks brush against mine. One of those once in a life time feelings. That’s one of my earliest memories. He stayed with me for what must have been hours, after he thought I had fallen asleep. But I never did fall asleep. I stayed up listening.

“I know you’re too young to really understand any of this. And I know you’re asleep. But it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault,” my father cried into his hands.

I don’t know why, but I was afraid to let him know that I was actually awake and listening to his every word. So I tried my hardest not to cry.  I didn’t want to let him know that I was listening to him confide in me. But I wanted to so badly. I just listened. I was only four years old, but I could have said something. I could have talked to him. And I didn’t. I was so scared. Scared of everything. Scared of everything in the world that I did not know about.


These Are Not My Words

I’m working on the start of my first long piece right now. But I happened to read this for the first time today and it really made my heart swell. These are not my words, and I can only find them on a website that looks about 18 years old.

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Rainbow Bridge

“Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.” Anonymous


https://rainbowsbridge.com/poem.htm


Fixing Zombie Fiction

There are a number of things about the “Zombie Genre” that strike me as completely wrong. And at first it may seem like something trivial to write about, but I felt that I had to put some ideas out there in the hopes that someone can fix it if my efforts fall flat on their face. My first gripe with the genre is that most of its fans are failing to see that, yes, it is a genre. It is a genre like anything else. It is a genre just like young adult vampire fiction is now a genre. And take the connotations that go alone with it too. It is a genre, and it needs to be critiqued like any other genre. So now, I’ll start my long argument about why the Zombie Genre is completely wrong.

The “zombie” part of most of the stories (the part with the eating people) does not need to be carried out by zombies. Why does it have to be zombies eating people? To me, that feels like a cop out. We do not need a “walking dead” to justify eating someone. We live in a world where we are constantly bombarded by threats of famine, nuclear war, poverty, stock market crashes, corporate corruption, etc. All of these manmade disasters can lead to the justification of humans hunting and eating humans. When people get hungry enough, they will eat anything that does not knowingly kill them. A few books have touched on this, but they have rarely inspired or ignited a genre where this is a continuing trend. Books like Alive and The Road have dealt with cannibalism, as have Thomas Harris’s Hannibal Lector stories. The Book of Eli did a pretty good job of handling this subject on screen. As have numerous post-apocalyptic video games. So what we have with these books, movies, and videos games, the ones with normal humans eating humans, are realistic and creative scenarios being fictionalized for the medium.

Another thing that bothers me about the literary Zombie Genre is the fact that it would not exist if it weren’t for the film genre. It may just be that I’m having a “get off my lawn” moment, but what I see in Zombie Fiction are, essentially, novelizations of films. That’s what they feel like to me. The stories may be different, but typically in films (with the exception of 28 Days Later), the reason for the existence of zombies is never explained. This is because it is so open-ended and impossible to justify scientifically, but a movie can make you forget about that part of the story.  However, I get the feeling that Zombie Fiction in the literary realm wants the same affect. It wants the reader to forget that the origins of the zombies was never explained, but at the same time wants the reader to feel as if it is something that could actually happen. Some attempt to explain, but it usually goes the route of some super virus. But it never explains why the virus would cause humans to eat other humans (especially if “everyone” is already infected). So to me,  it makes sense that it can only be excused in the film or TV medium. A movie can rationalize anything, at least until the effects wear off and you think about the plot holes for five seconds. But in the literary medium, there is little to no background information of how the zombies came to be, and it’s a lot harder to excuse. This causes the narrator, and the author, to rely on the readers’ preconceived notions of what a “zombie” is. I feel that if it were done correctly, there would be no need for the stigma and stereotypes associated with the word and genre of “zombie.” The typical zombie story could be fixed. The same terror could be created without the same expectations.

This is my idea:

A massive drought has covered the entire planet. The straw has broken the camel’s back, as far global warming is concerned. This has caused the more powerful nations go into isolation. Foreign trade is essentially non-existent. There are still some places in each part of the world where edible vegetation still grows. Most militaries have disbanded and formed renegade units, essentially militias. This worked for the benefit of the militias for a while, but they underestimated the number of gun-owners in the United States. Since the US Government essentially contracted out every non-combatant job to civilians, the militias have no way of resupplying themselves. The power has essentially been given back to the people. However, even the “preppers,” the “Dale Gribbles,” and other paranoid citizens who were prepared for the collapse, could not last long. After running the militias into the ground, these “preppers” raped and pillaged the American citizens who could still live off the parts of land that still grew patches of edible vegetation. But after taking over these parts of the world, they could not replicate the results of the people they had pushed out. But they did not find all of these places.

There are still some animals in the world. But they are diminishing along with the humans. Most animals that continue to thrive are rabid dogs, buzzards, oceanic fish that boats must venture too far away from shore to net. It is not impossible to find animals to eat. But because of human starvation, their populations are dropping faster than the humans’. The more educated parts of the world hunt selectively to try to keep the populations of animals growing.

Eventually the global population of animals, including humans, diminishes to the extent that the only surviving humans, who thrive anyway, are the ones who hunt and kill other humans. The ones who don’t eat other humans, survive off of what is left of the vegetated parts of the world and the oceanic life. The only way for this pattern of existence to fix itself, is for the remaining population of humans to halt their exploitation of the planet and themselves until the ecosystem can stabilize itself. The edible plants will grow back, as long as they are not raped by the remaining humans. The wild animals will repopulate, if the humans don’t hunt and kill all of them. This has been realized by everyone, but when it comes time to resist temptation and let something grow or reproduce, most succumb to temptation.

So this has led to two major philosophies of fixing the problem. On one side of the spectrum, there are humans that believe that they must eat each other to lessen their impact on the planet. On the other side of the spectrum, there are humans that believe that if they limit themselves, the planet can provide for everyone.

The cannibalistic group refers to themselves as The Firsts. The ones who live off of the planet are referred to as The Seconds. The Seconds don’t like to call themselves anything but humans. This doesn’t stop The Firsts from asking each other, “Who wants Seconds?” as a sort of joke. They are both essentially at war with each other.

Their philosophy when coming into contact with each other is simple: If a First kills and eats a Second, it saves the lives of two Firsts. If a Second kills a First, it saves the lives of a varying number of Seconds from potentially being killed and eaten by a First. This equation has sparked micro-wars across the United States and similar wars are seen throughout the world.

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This is my idea. I feel like this scenario could create an equal number of similar scenarios that people love so much about Zombie Fiction, but replace them with realistic scenarios. It would take away the senseless violence that exists in Zombie Fiction and replace it with scenes that are plot essential and could help make the entire story be considered literary to more people.  This would also take away the characters that are only there as filler characters for the senseless violence.


Dream drawing.

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I’ve been drawing my dreams lately. I’m not a very good artist but it’s pretty fun.


Typewriters

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Olympia SM9

 

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IBM Selectric

These are my typewriters. I don’t use them very often, but sometimes they can be a lot of fun. When I do use them, I find myself feeling very spoiled when I return back to my laptop. It’s so easy to fall into a pattern of just putting things down in Word 2010 when you know that if you make a mistake, you can just hit one button to erase it. But with a typewriter (at least these two), you can’t simply backspace to fix something. You have to really think about what you are about to put down. If you don’t think before you write, it will end up really sloppy. Sure, it is fun to just put down random thoughts sometimes, without the anxiety of being judged. But it’s interesting how thinking beforehand comes into play when you don’t have the luxury of erasing with the press of a button.


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