Sunday, September 10, 2017

Old Man's War Universe

It all started when back in 2013, my best friend recommended I read Old Man's War.  He handed me the school library's copy and said, "Here.  This book is awesome, and it's checked out until May.  Read it."

This was probably in February.  I still didn't get to it by the end of that school year.


I didn't find the time to read it the next school year, or in 2014, or any year until once day, a few months before I left that job, I decided to read everything that this friend had recommended to me over the years.  After all, our lives are very different; without teaching to unite it, I knew our friendship might not survive long.

So finally, June 2017, I started Old Man's War.  Within six weeks, I read all of them.  (All of them I could find, anyway -- my library doesn't have Zoe's Tale, and frankly, I'm not sure I'm interested in galactic events from the POV of a 13yo anyway.  I'm still recovering from my years of dealings with YA lit.)


I must say, I deeply enjoyed them.  The universe Scalzi has created here is enormous and clever; like all good syfy, it feels like it could be real.  That someday, when I'm 75, the beanstalk could indeed rise out of Nairobi and take me to Earth Station and I could head off into the wide, wide universe green-skinned and ready to fight whatever was trying to kill humanity.

That's pretty neat.

And again, like good syfy, the aliens are complex and clever.  They are not just as advanced as humanity, civilization-wise, but they are clearly not just humanoid.  That's always the mistake that amateurs make, and to tell the, that's the reason why I feel unqualified to write syfy.  I can handle fantasy and realistic fiction, essays and reviews, but I don't feel creative enough, accomplished enough, to write syfy.  It's too easy to assume that everything out there would be like us, when in reality, aliens aren't going to be anything like us.

[As a side note, this is one of the things that the movie Independence Day does best -- they explain that the aliens want Earth because its atmosphere and world composition are extremely similar to their homeworld.  They could live on Earth, more or less.  Amusing to think that of all the complexity of syfy, Independence Day did this one thing perfectly.

This is also notably why the aliens in Arrival look so crazy: They can't live on our world at all.  Their evolutionary track is far too different to allow it, and that's also extremely realistic.]

My point is: When Scalzi creates a universe that feels real and possible right down to the extreme alien-ness of his aliens, he is joining a whole host of writers and creators who recognize that part of good syfy universes means acknowledging the vast differences between and them.  Aliens are the ultimate Other.

I didn't read this book, but the Obin feature heavily in The Last Colony.  And they definitely aren't humanoid.

Part of what I don't love is his writing itself.

Scalzi does a great job building his worlds -- his alien civilizations are complex and deep, each with their own physical, cultural, and faction-oriented details required to make them seem real.  And he interconnects his worlds amazingly well -- characters readers meet in the first book come back in the third, ones in the second are main characters in the 4th, and so on.

But the writing itself has some noticeable issues.

Some of this is poor editing -- there are some mixed up names where the first draft put the wrong character's name as the speaker and the editing didn't catch it.  Humans and aliens tend to have names that begin with the same letter, which gets confusing fast when they are the only two characters on the page.  It's far too easy to misunderstand something.

And first person sounds the same, regardless of the speaker.  Some of this is personal preference admittedly, but when Jared Durac (Ghost Brigades) sounds stunningly similar to John Perry (Old Man's War), and when Harry Winston (The Human Division & End of All Things) sounds interchangeable with either of them, it becomes poorer writing.  Not everyone is snarky; it's an obvious tell when all your first person male characters ARE.

Then there are issues like using the same words in a sentence, or saying the same words in five sentences in a row.  Lots of sentences start the same way.  There is no variation to "<character name> said" to change things up.  I have a harder time forgiving errors that I taught my high school students to avoid.

On more than one occasion, I found typos to indicate a story started in third person and was edited to be in first -- like this one! For the record, the only person with a BrainPal in this scene is the narrator, who previously was using first person.  Barf.

This is not to say Scalzi is a bad writer; he's not.  His plots are intricate and carefully executed, he writes a wide variety of characters and motivations, and as I've discussed, his world-building is amazing.

It's just that he's not Shakespeare.  He's not Tana French, the Irish author of the Dublin Murder Squad books who, despite the fact that her endings are categorically poor, writes this amazing, beautiful prose that I cannot mimic for the life of me.  He's not Stephen King, whose consistently colorful backgrounds of minor characters who have almost nothing to do with the story except create a world are so stunning, that everything I read inevitably gets compared to his ability to make me care about the no ones of his stories.

Admittedly, some of the errors I caught may not be noticeable unless you read all five books in the same month.  Scalzi collectively makes up close to 50% of the books I've read this year -- that's a lot of time for an anal-retentive reader like me to catch errors.

And to be honest, none of those errors would stop me from recommending Old Man's War, or from suggesting that someone read the next one, or the next, or the next, if they liked it.  It is a worthwhile read, a lovingly crafted universe, and I have enjoyed my time there.

There is no higher endorsement for a syfy world than its readers wanting to be a part of it.  If indeed I could, I can say with confidence: I would sign up for the CDF tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Best Hobby in the World

When I hit publish on my post about Eleanor & Park back in October, I wasn't expecting to walk away for six months.

I wasn't expecting a lot of things, really -- my reading habits rapidly declined as I focused on the certification tests that will shape my new career, and I didn't expect to spend November through February reading a 1500+ page technical textbook.

I didn't expect that reading would bounce right back to seeming impossible.  

I didn't know that, in 2017, it would take me until March to finish a book.

Even now, I hesitate to say I'm back.  I don't know that I am -- I've read two books in the past two weeks, which is a serious accomplishment given my previous pace of 1 book in 3 months, but I'm uncertain about my reading future.

I'm enjoying the book I'm reading right now, which is Aziz Ansari's Modern Romance.  That doesn't mean I'll finish it.  I have at least three books I can think of with bookmarks abandoned halfway through.

But I have some serious motivation, motivation I didn't feel even a month ago while on Spring Break:  In six weeks, I will no longer be a teacher.  I resigned a few weeks ago in anticipation of a job change meant to alleviate anxiety and give me more time to enjoy my life, and I'm happy about that.

It does, however, raise an interesting conundrum.

Over the past five years, people I work with have been recommending books to me.  (This is no surprise, considering that I'm a Language Arts/English teacher.)  Some of these recommendations have turned out to be shit, or filled with people "enjoying one another" as one over-enthusiastic colleague put it.  Others are ones I genuinely want to read, when I get the time.

A few are coming from some of my best friends in the world, who just happen to be people I work with, and therein lies my problem, and my motivation: I want to finish these books.

I want to have the conversations that will happen as a result, even if my contribution is merely "WTF is happening in this story!" -- but in order to do that, I have to read them.

When reading is yet another source of anxiety, that task seems impossible.

I've been trying to re-claim this hobby I once loved.  I read in snippets throughout my day, sometimes even while I'm standing in the hallway between classes.  I try to read in the morning while I eat breakfast at my desk.  My husband recently build us a hammock, so I've been sitting on the patio reading, sometimes for hours on end.  It's been more relaxing than I thought, more than I ever remember feeling from my life before anxiety.

I hope it's working.

In an attempt to hang on to this motivation, and to hold myself accountable, here is the list of books I'd like to read before I resign:

1. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
2. Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell
3. Old Man's War by John Scalzi
4. Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
5. The Sandman (book 1 minimum) by Neil Gaiman

Honorable, if-I-have-time, Mentions go to:

1. American Gods, which I'd like to re-read before I watch the new show (April 30th)
2. Fragile Things, also by Neil Gaiman, most particularly the American Gods tie-in novella "The Monarch of the Glen"

... one of my friends is obviously a huge Gaiman fan.  To be fair, so am I, or I wouldn't have set this bar for myself.

This averages out to more than a book per week before I'm done.  That's a lot of reading, and I'm not positive I'll make it, not with all the grading I need to do and cooking/working out I need to do for my own peace of mind.

But I'm going to try.

A friend of mine with four small children tells me that he had a similar dilemma a few years ago: He wasn't reading enough, and he didn't like that. So he made a decision -- he would read in any free minutes he had.  Waiting for kids at dance class? Read.  Sitting down for five minutes when he got home? Read.  Anytime, anywhere, he took advantage of the moments he had, and he read.

If you're a Stephen King fan, you'll note this is the same strategy the master himself recommends, and if both he AND one of my best friends swears by it, that's enough for me.

I just have to find the time that's lurking in my day.  Scrolling through facebook mindlessly? Should be reading!  Sitting at my desk at work dreading grading? Should be reading!  Re-watching old episodes of Parks and Rec, even if they're hilarious? Should be reading!

There are no guarantees, I know that going in.  I might get thirty pages into Brave New World and toss it out.  I might suddenly develop a serious hatred of all things Gaiman, and cut the list in half.  No matter what though, I'm going to try, and I'm going to push myself, and I'm not going stop reading.

I'm not going to give up what I will always maintain is the best hobby in the world.