Stream of Consciousness: Grammys

Stream of Consciousness: Grammys

Feb 09

Performance: The quality of an AC/DC performance hinges on Brian Johnson’s ability to sound semi-close to his records, something he doesn’t always pull off. But he did it this time. Angus seemed a little lackluster, but I’m cutting him slack because he’s like seventy. I was curious about who was on rhythm guitar and it turns out it’s Stevie Young, a nephew of Angus and Malcolm, so that’s cool.

Best new artist: Please, not Iggy and not Sam. Ugh. It’s Sam. HE SUCKS! Man, would I have loved to see Bastille get that, but it’s amazing enough that Bastille was nominated.

Performance: Jessie J with Tom Jones doing “Unchained Melody.” I hate this song. I don’t have issues with the singers. I just hate that song. Fast-forwarding.

Best Pop Solo: It’s a great field. I’d vote for Taylor’s “Shake it Off.” It goes to…Pharrell for “Happy (live).” Ah well.

Performance: Miranda Lambert, “Little Red Wagon” or something like that. She’s hot, but this just isn’t my cup of tea. I’m going to let this play while I get a snack.

Best Pop Vocal: Please, anyone but Sam. Dang it.

Performance: Kanye. Kanye is a songwriting, producing genius, but he really can’t sing or rap. Pretty good performance tonight. I like this. “You’re not perfect, but you’re not your mistakes.”

Performance: Madonna. OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THOSE LEGS. The song isn’t great, and her singing has been better, but this performance is sizzling.

Best rock album: I already know Beck won this because I saw it on Twitter. Not a bad choice. I would rather it had gone to U2.

Best R&B Performance: Well here my prejudices show. I don’t know any of these songs. Beyonce and Jay-Z take it, and I have no meaningful comment.

Performance: Ed Sheeran with Herbie Hancock, ?uestlove, and others. Good performance. And a really good song. These guys really laid it down.

Peformance: Wow, what the heck? ELO doing “Evil Woman.” That’s a curveball I didn’t see coming. And now Ed Sheeran rejoins him and they do “Mr. Blue Sky” together. This is EXCELLENT. Geez, that really was great.

Performance: Adam Levine and Gwen Stefani. This is…well, it’s okay so far.

Performance: Hozier. Ugh. I haaaaaate this song. I’m fast-forwarding. Ah heck. I was fast-forwarding and I saw Annie Lennox. Now I have to go back and watch the whole thing. Eh. It was okay.

Best Country Album: My hormones want Brandy Clark to win this. And…Miranda Lambert. I can live with that.

Performance: Pharrell. Yeah. It’s fine.

Performance: Something about domestic violence, introduced by the President. I’m fast-forwarding over this too. It’s a bit melodramatic for me.

Performance: Katy Perry. Sorry. I like her but I can’t get into this song or this performance. This is this year’s version of last year’s same-sex marriage moment with Macklemore and Queen Latifah. I think there’s a way to pull this off in a sincere, effective way, but the Grammys haven’t found it yet.

Performance: Imagine Dragons. They were one of the buzziest bands after last year’s ceremony. This is fine.

Performance: Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga. I’ve already heard them perform this together (I think it was on Jon Stewart). Gaga basically holds the song together while Tony does his usual thing.

Performance: Usher. It’s okay.

Performance: Eric Church. Also okay.

Performance: Brandy Clark. This is more like it.

What happened to the awards?

Performance: Kanye, Rihanna, and Paul McCartney. This actually works well. I’m enjoying this.

Performance: Sam Smith with Mary J. Blige. I hate this song. I’m fast-forwarding over it.

Performance: Juanes, “Juntos.” This is kind of cool.

Album of the Year: Please, please, please. Anyone but Sam Smith. Wow, Beck. Totally unexpected.

Performance: Sia. She was a disappointment on SNL. Okay, this is bizarre but it’s really, really cool. I am not a fan of that dancing stuff she keeps employing with this album, but the singing with her face to the wall? Very neat. The stage set is cool too. And what a finish. Wow.

Song of the Year: “Stay with Me.” Bleah.

Dave Grohl reads a thank-you to David Letterman. That’s kind of cool.

Performance: Beck. With no turntables and a microphone. Is that Chris Martin singing with him?

Record of the Year: Please not Sam Smith. Suck! Aw suckity suck suck.

In Memoriam: Andrae Crouch. Pete Seeger. Big Bank Hank. Gerry Goffin. Paco de Lucia. I didn’t know about Paco and Big Bank. Gotta Google those.

Performance: Beyonce. She’s great. But this is just okay. I think the Grammys these past two years have been stricken with a bad case of the Seriousnesses.

Geez. That was a huge waste of time, and the show basically sucked. It had a few good moments, but all in all it was kind of a yawn.

You’re Gonna Hear Me Roar

You’re Gonna Hear Me Roar

Feb 06

I’m listening to Katy Perry as I write this. I’ve never actively listened to her, ‘though I’ve enjoyed what I’ve heard from her incidentally, like when she was on SNL and at this year’s Super Bowl. She’s no Taylor, but she’s still pretty good.

So I have a lot of stuff to write about. I’m going to start with a few recent things and hopefully work my way backward.

I'm downtown a lot even without this job, so it's nice to have access to a clean restroom.

I’m downtown a lot even without this job, so it’s nice to have access to a clean restroom.

First, work. For the past fourteen months, I’ve been writing web content for an executive search firm (I’ve been told we don’t like the term “headhunter”). It started with one or two articles per month, but by last January, we were up to one article a week, and since July, it’s been two articles per week on topics like team-building, management, business travel, and work-life balance. These topics are well outside my realm, and at first writing the articles was a real challenge, but I am getting more comfortable with the topics, even writing the occasional piece with no research, just using my own experience and observations and applying them to a business setting.

The weekly telecom meeting with the Manila marketing office is my favorite part of the work.

The weekly telecom meeting with the Manila marketing office is my favorite part of the work.

My relationship with the search firm has been great, and we’ve been talking about my eventually working for them full time. In the meantime, they’ve asked me to manage their social media presence and to edit some existing content for a website revamp. I’m excited about the possibilities, even though I never really envisioned this kind of work for myself. It can be time-consuming, but I get to set my own hours and work from home. Now that I’ve experienced this kind of work (and that was a huge adjustment), I don’t know if I can go back to having a job where I have to be somewhere specific at specific times. My dream, of course, is to make my living on my writing (preferably as a novelist), and while this isn’t quite that, it’s a step in that direction.

Then another job fell into my lap. I was about to leave my job at the community college (more about that later) and got a call from the COO of a local civil engineering firm. He’d been told about me by a mutual acquaintance, and he said he’d been looking for someone with my skillset. I said I wasn’t looking for a new gig, but he encouraged me to come in for an informal meeting with him and the marketing head, just so I could see what they’re about. This is the middle of the second week of January.

I work in a very colorful space.  I love it!

I work in a very colorful space. I love it!

I went in, and I sort of fell in love with the place as soon as I got off the elevator. The entire fifth floor of a bank building in Honolulu’s Chinatown is the company’s headquarters, and the entire space is painted bright yellow and blue with swirls, dots, and cool words. Even the carpet is painted. There are potted plants, tiki torches, and feng shui water fountains all over, and while the other edges of the space are lined with glass-walled offices, the rest of the space is wide open, with not a single cubicle.

Most importantly, the people were super super super nice. The work was appealing (if also outside my realm), but it was the people (and their desire to work with me) that had me back two days later for a formal interview. This was Friday the 16th.

View from the office.  That's Aloha Tower on the left.

View from the office. That’s Aloha Tower on the left.

On Monday the 19th, I was on the job. They said they really wanted me full time, but they were willing to meet me where I could meet them, with part-time hours plus health insurance. My official title is “publications coordinator” and my supervisor is the marketing head, who’s been really, really good to work with.

The biggest drawback is that now I have somewhere I have to be at a certain time five days per week, which is not what I was looking for. But I need money for wheels, and this will help me get there. Plus, until I’m a full-time employee for the search firm, I don’t have a steady income from them, and I don’t have any security. If that ends up not working out, I have this to turn to, which I have to say wouldn’t be too bad.

That stuff to the right is all the industrial waterfront stuff.  I live about a mile inland from where those cranes are.

That stuff to the right is all the industrial waterfront stuff. I live about a mile inland from where those cranes are.

One option, which occurred to me early, was to take the full-time (pretty generous) salary from the engineers and do the search firm part time. I didn’t go this way for two reasons. First, I feel committed to the search firm, at least for the next six months. I said I’d be available for them and they’ve been nothing but nice to me. The second reason is something I couldn’t put my finger on until a conversation with the person who has the other part-time hours in my position. She’s also a writer (but much, much, much younger than me!), and she recently quit at the engineering firm to pursue other work plus her writing. While we shared with each other our hope for writing careers, I realized the other reason I’m not embracing the engineers full time is that it leads me further away from the dream. The search firm leads me closer. At this stage of my life, I’m kind of lucky (if you look at it this way) not to have a mortgage or family. I can handle a few years of poverty, if it comes to it, in pursuit of the dream. And while working for the search firm probably won’t mean poverty, in the long run I don’t think it will pay me what the engineers will pay me.

I’ll take the slightly lower pay if it means working at cafes, setting my hours, and having the flexibility to work on my own writing.

So that’s what I’m up to now, with a full time gig, a part time gig, and almost no time for other things in my life. Things should settle down once I finish training. I’ve been told I’d have a little more flexibility once I know the job, including working remotely once or maybe twice a week. That would be swell.

I still haven’t told the story of how I got from teaching to here, so I’ll do that sometime in the next whenever.

Friday 5.

  1. What’s something in your life that’s on the fritz?
    Ah man. My washer just went on the fritz last night. This is going to make things very difficult for me until I get some wheels. Ugh!
  2. What have you recently handled with kid gloves?
    Almost any time I have to critique someone’s writing, if it’s not someone I know well, I have to be very gentle. Since that’s part of the new part-time gig, I do it every day. The people whose work I have to edit have been great, though, telling me they appreciate the way I suggest edits.
  3. On what task do you continue to plug away?
    I recently reconvened the cleaning of the house, spending an hour or two every night, and the results have been dramatic and pleasing. I have a stairway that goes nowhere (my landlord lives upstairs, but we keep the door at the top of the stairs locked), which I’ve used as storage since I first moved here. I have cinderblock bookshelves going all the way up, an arrangement that works well and even looks good, but I’ve lately used the rest of the space just to throw things I want to deal with later. Going through that stuff and (mostly) throwing it all out has been like therapy. My idea is to get that whole area straightened out so I can open up the walk-in closet and go through the stuff I threw in there when I first moved here. Yeah. Then I can use that space for real storage, instead of just the holding area for the crap that I was eventually going to throw out anyway. Plugging away.
  4. This past week, what’s something you’ve sailed through?
    The business articles have been remarkably smooth sailing. I did the prepping and outlining the nights before they were due, then spent just an hour or so the morning of the deadline, and it’s been smooth, quick, and pretty easy. Thank goodness. It doesn’t always work out that way.
  5. What have you had to hold your horses on, and what’s the reason?
    My parents gave me enough money this Christmas to get myself a small TV. The one I’ve been watching, which I bought in 1994 when I was in college, is on its last legs. So I got a nice 32-inch LED at Costco a week after my birthday (three weeks ago) and it’s still in the box. Part of it has been that I’ve been so busy with the two jobs. The other part is that I don’t feel right setting it up until I get a certain portion of my house clean, which is another reason I’ve been plugging away at that task. I hoped to have it set up before the weekend, but that’s not going to happen, seeing as how the weekend is now upon us. Perhaps by Monday.

Ugh. Nearly three in the morning now. I need sleep. Next time: my latest obsessions, and some movie catchup.

Review: The Crown of Embers

Review: The Crown of Embers

Jan 11

The Crown of Embers (Fire and Thorns, #2)The Crown of Embers by Rae Carson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars (I really liked it!)

Elisa has taken her place on the throne as queen, but the events closing the first book of this trilogy haven’t brought closure. The infrastructure is still in disrepair and Elisa’s people grow restless. Meanwhile, the defeated enemy seems to be regrouping, desperate for some reason to make repeated attempts on the queen’s life.

Events lead to a search for the Zafira, the entry through which the magic flowing beneath the Earth’s surface is released to those who would wield it. Elisa’s status as the Bearer gives her some access to this power, but the mages who lead her enemy seem to need access to the Zafira in order to harness it directly.

With her personal guard Hector, her early friends Mara and Belen, her nurse Ximena, and for some reason a failed mage of enemy’s people who claims fealty to her, Elisa seeks the Zafira as a way to bargain with her enemies. Getting there will be tricky, because it’s outside her kingdom’s protection, and as she gets closer to the land of her enemies, they sense the presence of her godstone.

Where The Girl of Fire and Thorns was a nice balance of self-discovery paired with magic and adventure, The Crown of Embers attempts to balance Elisa’s struggle to define her role as queen with the strengthening of personal connections (including a possible romantic connection) and the adventure of this new quest. If it is slightly less satisfying than its predecessor, it is only because the first book was so well crafted. This novel is still very enjoyable, a much stronger second book than in many similar trilogies, and Elisa as a protagonist continues to be easy to cheer for.

I’m beginning to suspect that my distaste for romance as it is portrayed in this series and in others where the main character is a woman comes from a long reading history of seeing these stories through the eyes of male characters. Is the telling different when the main character is a woman? I think it must be, and I find my patience for the narrative told from the female perspective growing shorter and shorter. Whether it’s a characteristic of the writers themselves or of those writers’ understanding of how a female protagonist would deal with love, I admit that I am not as receptive as I’d like to think I am, because geez. The romance stuff is just barely tolerable.

Romance aside, the character’s growth totally works for me, and I like the way she seeks to govern in a compassionate way, when it seems there is little room or expectation of compassion for someone in her position. It’s a good theme, one which I hope Rae Carson will continue to develop in the conclusion to the series.

Your Precious Time Slips Away

Your Precious Time Slips Away

Jan 09

I’m sitting in a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in a space that once, in my glorious youth, housed one of the best standalone movie theaters in town. It was as close as you could get to all the good stuff in town without going into Waikiki, which most of us who live here generally try to avoid. When the big movies opened on this island, they opened in Waikiki or at one of the two nearby standalones, and this was the better (less storied) theater. Smaller, but not a zoo. I saw Back to the Future in the theater that used to be right where I’m having a glass of iced tea. I work here a lot lately, and my writing partner and I often meet here to go over our work (or just write), and it always makes me a little wistful.

My uncle is visiting for the week, and tonight is the big dinner with the whole family, which is basically my parents, my sister, her two kids, my uncle, and me. We used to be a huge family, but that’s changed with this current generation. Sorry, mom and dad.

My mom made reservations at a hotel restaurant. I generally like hotel restaurants, as overpriced as they usually are, and I’ve been to this one as a chaperone for a school event, and it’s right in the area where I’ve been spending my working hours lately, so that’s convenient. My parents offered to pick me up at home (I live between their house and the hotel) but I reminded them that I usually work in cafes now, so I’d just meet them there.

Doing the Friday 5 this week, or as much as I can get in before I have to head over there.

  1. What’s a song that reminds you of your parents?
    This one’s a challenge because my mother’s from Japan, and while she likes a lot of popular, older American songs, they tend to be of the Perry Como variety, while my father is fonder of the pre-British-Invasion stuff like the Four Seasons and the Fifth Dimension. So a song that reminds me of my mom is “Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet” (You know the one: “What is a youth? Impetuous fire! What is a maid? Ice and desire…). A song that always reminds me of my dad is just about anything Fifth Dimension, especially “Age of Aquarius.” A song that reminds me of both is perhaps “Cupid,” a song I once had a lengthy argument with them about, while in the car on a late-night ride home. It was the number one song on pop radio in Hawaii at the time, and I expressed surprise when my dad hummed along with it when it came on the radio. My mom thought I was crazy for insisting it was a new song; I said this had to be a new version of some old song they knew, but they insisted that it was exactly the song they knew. They turned out to be right.
  2. What’s a song that makes you think of food?
    “Eat It” by Weird Al comes to mind, but “That’s Amore” always makes me want to eat pizza.
  3. What’s a memorable song from a movie soundtrack?
    Oh, man. There are so many. But one recent extremely memorable song is REO Speedwagon’s “Live Every Moment,” which plays over the closing credits of Grown Ups 2, which I have reviewed in this space and wasn’t a very good film at all. But it sounded to my ears like a classic REO rocker, and for some reason I’d never heard it! It’s on the same album as “One Lonely Night,” a song I hate. It’s an excellent, excellent choice for the closing credits, one that I think says something about Adam Sandler’s mindset in making the movie. I had a similar experience with Soul Asylum’s “Misery,” which plays over the closing credits of Clerks 2, another movie that’s not very good even though I love Kevin Smith. In fact, the choice of this song to play over those credits is genius, and it helps me see the film as something other than what I think most people see. I plan to write an essay on this someday, so enough on that for now.
  4. What was your favorite song from 2014?
    I have a whole post dedicated to this topic coming up soon, but I’ll spoil the list and say “Invisible” by U2 is easily the best song of the year, but there are a couple of great songs off the new Foo Fighters album totally worth several spins.
  5. What are your favorite songs for when you’re behind the wheel?
    If it’s a long drive, “Jessica” by the Allman Brothers Band. I’m also fond of “Radar Love” by Golden Earring, “Roll with the Changes” by REO Speedwagon, “Come Sail Away” by Styx, “Sultans of Swing” by Dire Straits, and almost anything by the Eagles.

Okay. It’s 5:14 and the reservation is for 5:30, so I’d better get going.

Not Something That Happens Every Day

Not Something That Happens Every Day

Jan 08

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My review of The Search for General Tso for 8Asians, which I have not cross-posted here yet, was quoted by Frances Kai-Hwa Wang in her Asian America blog for NBC News. I’m still nobody enough that a thing like that feels pretty good. Click the links for Wang’s overview and for my review. Click the image to enlarge it.

What We’ve Got Hee-Yuh

What We’ve Got Hee-Yuh

Jan 07

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…is a fail-yuh to communicate.

Review: The Girl of Fire and Thorns

Review: The Girl of Fire and Thorns

Jan 06

The Girl of Fire and Thorns (Fire and Thorns, #1)The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars (I really liked it!)

It is rare that I find no fault in something I read. I don’t think it’s that I’m overly critical; I just think that writing is really really really hard, and rare is the novel that satisfies in such a way that it’s difficult to find something to take issue with. Yet here is The Girl of Fire and Thorns, a fantasy that does just about everything pretty well, and one particular thing outstandingly. I honestly can’t find something to be displeased with.

Elisa (an abbreviation of a much longer, much more royal-sounding name) is the second-born princess in a remote kingdom, the once-per-century bearer of the Godstone, a gem embedded in her navel that marks her as the Chosen, someone selected by God to perform some act of service. She is sixteen and overweight, smart but not wise, and in most external ways less princess-like than her older, graceful, sage, beautiful sister. She is educated, but she has been shielded by her caretakers not only in the way that all princesses are protected, but in a different way reserved for someone whose very identity as the Bearer is a threat to her safety.

In an arranged marriage that has serious political implications, she is given to the widowed king of a distant ally, but this marriage must be kept secret for a time, and before the king’s courtiers and subjects even know they have a new queen, Elisa is kidnapped and taken to yet another, more distant land, where she will not only not be treated like the queen she is, but she will have to exert herself physically in ways she could never have imagined.

Forced to rely on talents she never knew she had, Elisa can be a victim, or she can attempt to figure her way out of this situation, possibly earning the respect of her captors by merit where her title is of little use.

Author Rae Carson tells a good story here, and while it’s not too removed from the general plot of many fantasy novels before hers, as any fan of the genre knows, the beauty is in the details, the backstory, the explanations of magic, and the believability of the characters. Here, especially in that last aspect, she turns out a heck of a book. Her protagonist is instantly likeable, someone at first to feel sorry for but then to admire. If those around her are quick to judge her by appearances, the reader is convicted with them, something that only a skilled writer can really pull off. The plot is compelling, and the setting, while at first difficult to picture, is so well conceived that by midway through the second book in the trilogy, it stops feeling like a fantasy.

As a worshipping Christian, I’m sensitive to the way religion is portrayed in a lot of fiction, and while the religion practiced by Elisa and her people is not Christianity, it sounds and feels more believably Christian than almost every deliberately Christian portrayal I’ve seen in a fictional work. You know how you can tell when a writer has spent any time in your hometown based on what he or she chooses to say about it? It’s almost impossible to fake a thing like that, and to a practicing Christian, it’s likewise very difficult for a non-believer to be convincing. Yet Carson accomplishes it. I was genuinely surprised to discover that she is not a fellow believer. Every bit of believable religious speech, practice, and thought represented by our characters is permeated with authenticity, yet the author claims it is all research and writing. That’s an enviable skill.

You can put Elisa right up there with Katniss Everdeen and Triss Prior as a great, young protagonist facing ridiculous odds. It’s too early in the series to call it, but I’m thinking you can put Rae Carson ahead of those heroines’ creators as a writer with a clear voice and great story.




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Review: Fangirl

Review: Fangirl

Jan 04

FangirlFangirl by Rainbow Rowell

My rating: 3 of 5 stars (I liked it!)

Twin sisters Cath and Wren are off to college, and they couldn’t be further apart in their approaches. Wren, ever the adventurous one, decides without consulting Cath that she is going to room with someone new in her frosh semester. Cath, far more tentative, isn’t even sure she wants to go anymore, and things aren’t improved when her roommate turns out to be this sulky grouch named Reagan. Cath is so unsure of herself that she doesn’t want to ask anyone where the cafeteria is, and she spends her first several days eating the energy bars she packed far too many of, just in case food in college turned out to be awful. But what happens next is what happens to almost everyone: someone manages to connect with her, and soon Reagan and Cath find shared joy in making snide comments about others in the dorm cafeteria. Reagan’s ex-boyfriend Levi, who hangs out in their room all the time, is an ernest, eager, puppy-dog of a young man, craving attention and affection at almost any cost.

Cath is well-known in the fan-fiction universe, the writer of popular fanfic based on the Simon Snow novels. She and Wren used to collaborate, but in recent years it’s just been Cath, slaving away on her masterwork in a rush to get it complete before the author of the Snow series finally releases the final novel. As Wren pulls further away, spending her weekend nights partying with her new friends, Cath immerses herself more deeply into her writing, which now finds some direction in a creative writing course whose professor takes a liking to her.

What starts out as a pretty interesting adjustment-to-college and finding-my-own-voice story quickly devolves in the second half of the book to little more than a teen romance story, one with extended passages of nearly unbearable miscommunication and lovelorn angst. The only thing that saves it is the continued hope by the reader that Cath and Wren will find some way to regain the closeness they once shared, which Cath’s heart yearns most deeply for, and that they can figure out what to do with a father given to extended periods of serious depression and withdrawal.

Rainbow Rowell has an amazing narrative voice, one that turns plot into an enjoyable ride with sharp wit and cute humor in unexpected places, not to mention well defined characters on every page. One can only assume that she meant for this novel to be exactly what it is, a well-told teen romance. Sadly, it takes more than that to get this reader enthused, and while there are sections of prose that had me insanely jealous about this writer’s confident, playful voice, the plot becomes less interesting the more romantic it becomes.

I hate to do it, but I’m mostly only going to recommend this to young readers who like a good romance, plus any young readers who are producers or consumers of fan fiction, a world which the author obviously researched thoroughly and has great sympathy for. I’ve always been into the concept, if turned off by most of the product, but Rowell brings up some interesting issues about who owns the characters of much-beloved novels, and whether or not fan fiction, however well written, is real writing. Cath’s fanfic world and her collegiate writing world meet head-on in a fascinating sequence that young writers may find extremely provocative.

This is my first Rowell novel, and I look forward to exploring the rest of her work.

Review: Al Capone Does My Shirts

Review: Al Capone Does My Shirts

Jan 03

Al Capone Does My Shirts (Al Capone at Alcatraz, #1)Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko

My rating: 3 of 5 stars (I liked it!)

Moose Flanagan and his family move to Alcatraz Island in San Francisco Bay, where this is a community of families employed by the notorious prison. Set in the time when Al Capone is locked up there, Moose adjusts to life in this new place, missing his large group of friends in the city and continuing to take care of his older, autistic sister Natalie. He makes a few friends, including the very pretty Piper, whose father is the warden and who has the makings of a longer, less voluntary future resident of Alcatraz Island.

The novelty of life on the island is really enough, and author Gennifer Choldenko pulls off something I always admire: a historical novel that doesn’t feel like a history lesson. There’s some separate copy in the afterward, and some necessary exposition so young readers can get a sense of this place, but this is a novel about a boy living in an unusual place, and that’s interesting enough without the lesson. What I really enjoy is the way Moose, ever trying his best to do right, is conflicted by the pretty, bad girl who seems to take up more visual space than the imposing structures on the Rock. He is twelve years old, and she is a very pretty girl who pays him a considerable amount of attention, and darn it if there are any easy answers about dealing with her.

One thing the novel attempts where it falls kind of short is in establishing that missed sense of camaraderie Choldenko clearly wants the reader to feel. It’s tough to give a young boy that kind of sympathetic gravitas in the absence of the two old, standby plot elements: the lost, deceased, or endangered parent and the lost, deceased, or endangered pet. In this case, we’re dealing with friends at a former school and missing the baseball games Moose was such a valued part of. I don’t mean to belittle the importance of having a place to belong, especially at an age like this, but it doesn’t transmit very well in this case.

It’s a small quibble, though, when the setting is so well established and the conflicts so interesting. There has since been a sequel published, and I look forward to giving that a look.

Review: Hoot by Carl Hiaasen

Review: Hoot by Carl Hiaasen

Jan 02

HootHoot by Carl Hiaasen

My rating: 4 of 5 stars (I really liked it!)

Research for my Master’s thesis involved my reading every book ever awarded the Newbery Medal, a period of close attention and diligent note-taking that forbade me from reading anything else. Along the way, I encountered many books I wanted to read which fell outside that realm, so I faithfully put them aside for that glorious day when I could read whatever I wanted. Hoot is the first thing I read when I was done. Because really: I had been reading what I wanted to read, and while Hoot was not a Newbery winner, it was in that realm, a Newbery Honor recipient and clearly something in my wheelhouse.

Roy Eberhardt is the new kid at a middle school in Florida. He seems to have some problems making good friends at first, but he’s a good kid from a good home, and we’re pretty sure it won’t be long before he’s reaching out and growing into some great friendships. Before that, though, he has to deal with a bully, with whom he fights on the school bus. His punishment is a banishment from the school bus for two weeks, and it us during this banishment that he meets Mullet Fingers, an apparently homeless boy with a cause. A national pancake restaurant chain is putting its new restaurant on a lot that’s the home of several burrowing owls, members of an endangered species. Mullet Fingers has been committing secret acts of vandalism in order to slow the development, and Roy joins the cause.

One of my favorite things about Hoot is that it gives good people a chance to be good, even when some of those good people don’t know just yet how good they are. Carl Hiaasen, in an effort not to condescend to young readers in this, his first novel for young readers, also creates several grown-up characters who refuse to condescend to the young people in their lives It’s kind of a refreshing look at the world, one which young readers will respond well to, and one which I think we all would have appreciated while we were growing up.

While not condescending, the story does seem a little preachy. In many ways, it reminds me of Maniac Magee, one of my favorite novels of all time, with slightly less narrative attitude and slightly more heavy-handed lesson-teaching. It’s not enough to turn me off, but it’s there, and its thereness is worth noting. Is it the tendency of a writer new to the genre, or is this going to be Hiaasen’s approach in subsequent work? I look forward to finding out.