WEP Dec 2023 – Over to You

BERJAYA

In this post, my entry for the Dec 2023 WEP challenge, I’ll concentrate on an old movie (and the eponymous book it’s based on) from my childhood. Both the book and the movie are called Scarlet Sails. It is not my favorite of all movies – there are other films vying for that honor – but the book has always been and still is one of my favorite pieces of fiction. Alexander Grin’s original novella Scarlet Sails was definitely my favorite book of all Russian literature. It was first published in Russia in 1923, a hundred years ago. To celebrate its centennial anniversary, I’d like to tell you about this book and its author.

Alexander Grin (1880 – 1932) was a Russian writer. Before he started writing, he was a vagabond and a laborer, a revolutionary and a jailbird. He never had a high education, never went to college. His romantic novels and short stories came straight from his heart.

Grin’s romantic visions enjoyed a significant readership in Russia in the 1920s. Later on, the communist regime tightened its stranglehold on the art and artists in the country. Everything had to be communist propaganda, but Grin’s stories wouldn’t comply. Most of them were set in an imaginary land, which Grin’s fans lovingly referred to as Grinlandia.

Grinlandia had nothing to do with the communist Russia. Instead, it vaguely resembled Europe sometime in the 19th century. Not one specific country but an amalgam of the European glamour and mystery, as seen through the eyes of the Russian writer who had never traveled to Europe.

The ambiance of Grin’s sparkling tales was far removed from the dreary, colorless reality of the post-revolutionary Russia. Grin’s heroes also didn’t mesh well with the rabid communists. They were adventurers and sailors, intrepid captains and enigmatic girls. They valued love and honor above any communist slogans.

As a result, the government-sponsored publishers in Moscow and St. Petersburg refused to publish Grin’s books. He and his wife lived in extreme poverty. His name was almost forgotten until the late 1950s, long after his passing, when his literary oeuvre suddenly experienced a revival. The print runs of his books skyrocketed from zero into millions. The movie Scarlet Sails (1961) enjoyed huge popularity. I loved it as a young girl.

There was also a ballet Scarlet Sails, an anime, and a song. Every kid in the Soviet Union knew the name of Alexander Grin and read at least one of his books, Scarlet Sails. In Feodosia, a town in Crimea, they transformed the house where Grin had lived and died into his museum.  

Furthermore, in the 21st century, the authorities of St. Petersburg, Russia, started an annual Scarlet Sails festival as a prom celebration for the city’s high school graduates. Every year during the festival, a ship sails up the river Neva at night, and fireworks coruscate over the ship’s scarlet sails to the delight of thousands of teenagers. Ironically, the ship with the scarlet sails is not Russian. At least until 2021 (I don’t have any later information) it had been the Swedish brig Tre Kronor, hired for the occasion.     

Despite Alexander Grin’s current acclaim in Russia, his name is almost unknown in the West. Even his most famous book, Scarlet Sails, is hard to find in the English translation, and the movie has never been translated at all.

The genre of this short book, only seven chapters, is hard to define. There is no overt magic there, so it’s not a typical fantasy. Nor it is a reality, as the action takes place in Grinlandia.

The movie follows the book so closely that my summary would fit both of them. Both are lyrical and romantic. Both proclaim the power of love and dreams, which seems, at first glance, too naïve and too idealistic for our jaded world. Both introduce the most beloved of all Grin’s characters: Assol and Gray. 

BERJAYA

Assol is a dreamer. A poor working girl in the fishing village of Kaperna, she doesn’t fit among her dull, hardworking neighbors, and they wouldn’t forgive her for being different. They mock and scorn her. Her dreams are her only refuge, and she dreams about a prince, coming for her on a magnificent ship under scarlet sails.

Gray is an heir to a fortune. He lives with his parents in a castle, with a score of tutors and servants, but he dreams too – of becoming a captain and roaming the seas. His parents don’t understand him, so as a teenager, he runs away from home and makes his dream come true.

Gray’s collision with Assol and her world seems almost inevitable, delivered in the writer’s expressive, emotional voice. Grin’s narrative is so evocative it touched your soul. You could almost see every scene, breathe in the salty air, hear the gulls scream. Every detail is like a tiny butterfly infused with radiance.

I wanted to share this book with my English-speaking friends, so I translated it into English and posted it on wattpad, for everyone to read. I hope my translation conveys to you, at least a little, my wonder and admiration of this enchanting little jewel of a story. You can read my translation for free here.

If you dare to dream, despite the bleak reality of our lives in the 21st century, you might like this story too.  

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Note: I made the cover myself, based on an image by the artist 1Tamara2 from Pixabay.com.

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Book reviews

BERJAYA

It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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DECEMBER QUESTION: Book reviews are for the readers. When you leave a book review, do you review for the Reader or the Author? Is it about what you liked and enjoyed about your reading experience, or do you critique the author?

MY ANSWER: The short answer would be all of the above. The long answer is more complicated. In general, I write reviews for myself, to keep track of what I read and didn’t read and what I liked and disliked. I also have a file on my laptop named DidNotFinish, where I list all the books I didn’t finish because I disliked them. In alphabetical order, starting with the author’s first name, so it is easy for me to find whether I read a particular book or not.

I keep all my reviews on my computer and copy them to GoodReads. I don’t review on Amazon. Sometimes, I mark the books I didn’t finish on GoodReads as well, but most of those unfortunate titles are only in the above-mentioned file on my laptop.

I have to point out that my reviews are not literary critique. They convey my subjective opinion. Sometimes a book is a bestseller, beloved by many readers, but it doesn’t work for me. Then it goes into that file and on GoodReads. My DNF wouldn’t damage a bestselling author’s reputation, so I feel free to express myself. My reading is for my pleasure, and if I can’t derive pleasure from a book, I usually don’t bother finishing it.

On the other hand, sometimes the author is a newbie. In that case, if I dislike his/her book, I usually enter it only in my file and don’t touch its GoodRead page. I don’t want to spoil the chances of a new writer by damning their first or second book with my DNF. My opinion is subjective after all.

What about you? Do you read everything to the end? What if you don’t like what you read? Do you ever abandon books in the middle? Do you write reviews for such books? Tell me in the comments.  

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Familiar vs. exotic

BERJAYA

It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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I was reading a book recently, a romance set in ancient China, by a Chinese American author. The author is well known, and the book was written very well, with sympathetic characters and a fast-moving plot. The narrative flowed, and the exotic locale added spice to the tale. The novel had all the ingredients of being a satisfying read. It should’ve been, but … I couldn’t finish it.

I know many readers who enjoy this author’s books. She has a large following, and deservedly so. I wanted to enjoy her book too, but it just didn’t work for me. While several readers mentioned the Chinese setting of her books as a huge plus, for me it was that same setting that put me off. It felt too alien, too outlandish. I became lost and confused, while I tried to navigate the foreign background and the peculiar (for me) mentality of the heroes. I found myself gravitating instead towards a familiar European-like setting in the books I read. I want the cities and towns I understand and the mental concepts and values I can relate to.  

Full disclosure: I’m a white 60+ woman with European roots and education. I emigrated to Canada from my home country 30 years ago. Maybe I’m too old and set in my ways to explore other lands through my reading?

Sure, I like speculative fiction, which by definition deviates from reality, but even in speculative fiction, I prefer stories set in quasi-European environs, and when I write my own stories, they are invariably happening in such places. Traditional Middle Earth ambience usually works for me, both as a reader and as a writer. A spaceship with a European vibe does too, while a book based on African or Asian mythology rarely does. No offense to all the wonderful writers whose stories don’t spring exclusively from Europe. It is just a personal preference. Sometimes, I could appreciate the brilliance of their writing, from a cerebral viewpoint (e.g., Aliette de Bodard), but those stories almost never touch my heart.

What about you? Do you prefer familiar or exotic? And how do you define exotic? For a writer from India or Japan, for instance, European cultural milieu might seem pretty exotic. Tell me in the comments.

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WEP Oct 2023 – The Phantom of the Opera

October WEP stories are often the hardest for me to write. In the North American parlance, October, the month of Halloween, is often associated with horror, and I neither read nor write in that genre. But the musical The Phantom of the Opera and the movie of the same name are an exception because of the superb music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. It is not really a horror story, either. Love, hypnotism, obsession, and music seem to be the prevalent threads of the tale. Plus, the tragedy of the protagonist, the deformed ‘phantom’. In my sci-fi flash below – my entry for the Oct WEB challenge – the members of the anivid and dessert club on Mars watch the animated remake of this show and then discuss its complex ideas while applying their own unique interpretation. They are Martians, living in the 24th century. Of course, they would have a unique perspective on this classic tale from Earth.

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BERJAYA

“Am I too late? No, I’m not too late. Marvelous!” Serena swept into the room. “I’m sorry, girls. I got held up in the recording studio.”

“What did you record today?” Yrvina asked. Serena was a musician, and in the last several years, her songs had become pretty popular in their dome.

“A new song.” Serena’s grin illuminated the whole room. “I have a new contract, girls. I didn’t say anything before, but we have been negotiating. I just signed it. I’m going to perform live in two other domes. My first out-dome tour.”

“Congratulations!” the club members chorused and applauded. Serena’s exuberance was catchy.

“When?” Yrvina asked.

“Next year.” Serena plopped down on her place on a sofa. Her eyes glowed. “What are we watching tonight? What movie from Earth had your animators fixed for us, Martians, this time?”

“Something you might find extremely interesting,” Yrvina said.

“Oh? Tell more,” Serena demanded.

“It’s a musical. The story is sort-of wacky, but the music and songs are amazing, very dramatic and emotional. We found another recording of the same story in the archives, a live show on stage, with much better musical performances – the voices and the orchestra – and used the soundtracks of that show in our anivid. It was a challenge for us, animators, I can tell you, to match all our characters’ lip movements with the songs already recorded. Our music director is ecstatic.”

“Do I know it?” Serena mused aloud. “I know most famous musical shows from Earth and Mars, starting as early as the earthen 18th century.”

“Not sure.” Yrvina shook her head. “It is called The Phantom of the Opera. Let’s watch it.”     

“No, I haven’t heard it before, at least, I don’t remember. Yes, let’s watch it,” Serena echoed.

BERJAYA

“Silly story, but the music was astounding,” Verise said after the show closed.

“Incredible music,” Kaley agreed. “But why did this poor musician wear a mask. Couldn’t they have fixed his deformity when he was a baby? The cosmetic surgery wouldn’t be that complicated.”

Yrvina snorted. “They didn’t do cosmetic surgery at that time on Earth. Not for poor people anyway, and there were no health benefits for every citizen either. Besides, if it had been done, his psyche wouldn’t have been so twisted, so there would be no story.”

“True,” Kaley said. “I keep forgetting that it all happened so long ago. It is such a tragic story.” Her violet eyes shined with compassion. “I loved the costumes though. And the dance of colors in tune with the music. That was your doing, Yrvina? Very pretty.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Yrvina nodded, warmed by the compliment.

“Did they really have an underground lake beneath that music building?” Nima wondered. “How come the building itself didn’t collapse?”

“It was all fantasy, from beginning to end,” Verise said dismissively. “None of that was even remotely possible. But the music … It was superb.” Her usually severe expression softened.

“Yeah,” Yrvina agreed. She loaded the slices of crostata Verise had brought for dessert into plates and sent the plates around the room. Everyone got busy chewing.

Everyone but Serena. Serena looked lost, as if she was wandering in a universe far away, her lips moving, and not because she was eating. The crostata sat forgotten in her lap, while her hands waved faintly, as if conducting an invisible orchestra. She was listening to the music again, Yrvina realized as she watched her friend. Reliving the experience. And singing the songs in her head without producing a single note.

“Serena?” Yrvina crossed the room and took the plate with the crostata off Serena’s lap, before the jam ended up on the floor. She had never seen Serena so fully absorbed in her creative groove. That was why she was such a good musician. She gave herself fully to the music.  

“Sublime,” Serena breathed. A tremor went through her body, as if she needed a physical shock to wake up from the music that had enspelled her. Her gaze traveled around the room and sharpened. She was here and now again, on the sofa with her friends.

She frowned. “Where is my crostata?”

Everybody laughed.

“Here it is,” Yrvina gave her back the plate. “I was afraid you would knock it down.”

Serena dived in, but after two mouthfuls, she lifted her head. “I want the score of that show. Who do I contact, Yrvina? I want to put it on. I want to sing Christina’s part.”     

“Talk to our music director. I’ll send his net address to your comm.”

“Thank you,” Serena said. “But I don’t like Erik. He doesn’t make sense. I think I’ll replace him with a twisted AI. A damaged robot maybe.”

“Yes, that would make more sense,” Kaley said. “A defective AI could do all that if it was inside a cyborg. Maybe the cyborg had lost some of its parts.”

“Exactly,” Serena exclaimed. “Or maybe a clone? Could there be a glitch in cloning to produce the same effect, Kaley?”

“Mm, maybe,” Kaley said doubtfully. She was a clone herself, so considered a specialist on all things cloning. “But the factory technicians would’ve terminated such a defective clone before it came out of the vat. No, a cyborg is a better idea.”     

“Maybe the vat was lost after a space station hostile takeover?” Serena muttered.

The two of them launched into a heated discussion on the comparative merits of a cyborg versus a clone versus an AI residing in a building’s maintenance comm unit for the part of Erik. Erik the human wasn’t even in the running.

Yrvina listened in fascination. “I hope you invite me to that show, Serena,” she said finally.

“Of course,” Serena responded. “The entire club is invited. I want all you, girls, there.”

Tagline: Music on Mars sounds just as beautiful as it did on Earth.

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AI art vs. human art

BERJAYA

It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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OCTOBER QUESTION: The topic of AI writing has been heavily debated across the world. According to various sources, generative AI will assist writers, not replace them. What are your thoughts?

MY ANSWER: I don’t know about AI writing, never having read it, but I can extrapolate from what I do know – AI-created art. Lately, several artists on my favorite free image website, Pixabay.com, have been using various AI programs to generate images. Those images are colorful and include abstracts, landscapes, portraits, and still life. They could be fantastic or realistic or lean towards science fiction. The variety is amazing, and each image is beautiful. I enjoy looking at them. They resonate with my aesthetic sense.

But I have to admit that after a while, I can see a certain ‘sameness’ to them all, no matter who the artist is. AI can’t really create anything new or original. It is software. It can only duplicate what already exists – millions of images already floating in cyberspace – and alter them using a multitude of filters, conditions, styles, etc. AI-generated art is fine for book covers or marketing imagery, but as high art, it doesn’t pass muster. There is no soul there, no inspiration, no personality, just clever, embellished copies. Da Vinci and Picasso don’t have any cause to worry. AI would never be a competition for them. I suppose the same is true for AI writing.   

What about you? Have you seen AI-generated art? Do you like it?  

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Happy birthday, IWSG!

BERJAYA

It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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SEPTEMBER QUESTION: The IWSG celebrates 12 years today! When did you discover the IWSG, how do you connect, and how has it helped you?

MY ANSWER: Congratulations, IWSG! My records show that my first post for it was in March 2014, exactly nine and a half years ago. I remember that the number I started with in the list was over 80. I’m now #31. Progress! I don’t remember how I discovered the site, but I liked it from the beginning. Since my first post, I’ve never missed a posting day, not once. In fact, IWSG forces me to write and to socialize online at least once a month. If not for it, I would’ve posted much less often. And I wouldn’t have discovered so many wonderful writers. Overall, I would say the IWSG keeps me connected and somewhat involved in the online writing community. As I’m an extreme introvert, I have trouble communicating in person, but online – that’s fine. That’s my preferred form of communication, actually. And I’m grateful to IWSG for the chance to be a part of it. Happy birthday, IWSG!   

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Now, I have a question. I’m an urban creature. I like big cities. I’ve never lived in a small town and never wanted to. But I noticed a trend in many romance novels and in women’s fiction. The protagonist starts in a big city, gets in trouble on both personal and professional fronts, and retreats to a small town to lick her wounds. And there, she finds peace and love, acceptance and community. I’ve never read a story where the female protagonist would go in the opposite direction: from troubles in a small town to peace and love in a big city. I wonder why?

Many of you on this forum write romantic fiction or women’s fiction. Do your stories comply with this trend? Why was it so compelling for you to write about it? What is it in a small town that beguiles so many writers? Have you ever written a story with the opposite trajectory: from a small town to a big city? Do you know such a story by another writer? I would like to read it.

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WEP Aug 2023 – Chocolat

In my take on the WEP Aug 2023 challenge, the movie Chocolat, the members of my fictional Martian anivid and dessert club not only watch the animated version of the film, created specifically for the Martian audience, but also devise a solution to a problem one of their members faces. Of course, the problem is related to chocolate. On Mars. This is science fiction after all.

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BERJAYA

Nima was the last one to arrive for the club meeting. “Sorry I’m late. But I have an excuse.” She lifted a box with her café’s colorful logo. “Yrvina told me what we would be watching tonight, and I brought the dessert to match.” She paused for effect before continuing. “A chocolate torte.”

“I tried it once.” Verise had a faraway look in her eyes. “It’s your most expensive dessert. The best in the dome.”

“Of course, it’s expensive.” Nima huffed. “I import chocolate from Earth. But it might change. Maybe soon. We’re working on it.”

“Do tell,” Yrvina urged her.

“After the vid,” Nima said firmly.    

“I never tried chocolate,” Kaley said. “Only read about it.”

Everyone turned to stare at the blue woman clone, a recent refugee from the destroyed planet Tarius Destra.

“You’re in for a treat, Kaley,” Yrvina said. “Chocolate is …” She sighed. “Delicious.”

“Yummy,” Serena echoed.

“Sophisticated,” Nima said with the superior air of a connoisseur.

“Let’s watch the vid.” Yrvina pointed her projector at the enclosed holo screen opposite the sofas. “This anivid is called Chocolat. She pushed the button and settled back to enjoy the show. This was one of her favorite vids of all she had worked on as an animator. Probably the best of all that bunch of old Earth films, she thought smugly.    

BERJAYA

“I love that vid,” Serena said as soon as the holo screen turned off. “A wonderful story. And the costumes … Yrvina, you outdid yourself with those costumes.”

“I like it too.” Yrvina couldn’t keep a happy grin off her face. “Of course, I wasn’t the only animator working on this show. There were four of us. But the costumes were mostly mine, that’s true.”

“It’s a love story,” Verise said. “Love against the odds.” She sounded wistful.

“You’re a romantic,” Serena said.   

Kaley was shaking her head. “I like the story too, and the heroine, Vianne. But what I don’t understand is these people’s attitude towards her and those others. It is the same as in another vid we saw recently.” She glanced at Yrvina for confirmation. “Life is Beautiful, right? People there also disliked another group of people, for no reason I could see, just like in this vid. They all look the same, speak the same tongue, live in the same place. Why would the villagers ostracize Vianne? She didn’t do or say anything to deserve it.”

“Humans on Earth tended to do that,” Yrvina said. “It’s a shameful aspect of human history. I think life was hard in those days, and many didn’t have enough to be content with their lives. Not enough food, no access to good medicine, not many educational opportunities. The professional choices were limited, and so were the housing choices. All those lacks made people … morose, I suppose, and mistrustful of outsiders.”

“Envy,” Serena said. “They envied anyone who was different. They thought different people might threaten their way of life.”

“But if the villagers didn’t have enough, they should’ve welcomed the difference, not repulsed it,” Kaley argued. “Maybe different would be better for them. Maybe their lot would improve with the new ideas and people. Certainly, an infusion of the new genetic material would boost the health of the village population in future generations.”

“Humans are often afraid of innovations,” Nima said. “They don’t know what it would bring. They are often stuck in the familiar ruts and loathe change.”

“I like trying new things,” Kaley said.

Nima smiled faintly. “Every time I try a new recipe in my menu, my customers are reluctant to buy it. They always want their favorite muffins or waffles. Something they had ordered every day until now. They know what they enjoy, and they are suspicious of anything new: what if they dislike the new dish? Only a few adventurous souls are brave enough, at least at first, to try the new.”

“Inertia is one of the strongest forces in humans,” Serena expounded.

“Bureaucracy too.” Nima winced.

“What has bureaucracy done to you this time?” Yrvina asked. She served the torte slices to everyone and surreptitiously watched Kaley’s first cautious taste of the chocolate treat.

“Oh,” Kaley said, eyeing the brown pile on her plate. Her violet eyes sparkled, and her blue cheeks flashed darker indigo. “Oh, this is so good! I thought it didn’t look very appetizing, but …” She took another bite, chewed thoughtfully, and only then noticed everyone watching her.

“The best show on Mars,” Serena said with a grin.

“Cho-o-ocolate,” Kaley sang. “How come I never tried it before? It was never imported to Tarius Destra. Why not?”

Nima grinned too. “I’m glad you like it. My boyfriend is trying to start a plantation of cocoa trees, so Mars would have its own coco beans instead of importing them at exorbitant prices from Earth. But the local bureaucracy is unbelievable. You know that new dome they just opened exclusively for food production. He had bid on a section of it to grow cocoa trees. But he can’t get the permit. Essentials – those are easy. Farmers who grow potatoes or apples get the permits with no problems. But cocoa? He is jumping through hoops, and still, no permit. I thought I would consult you, girls, see if anyone has an idea.”

“I do,” Kaley said. She licked a dollop of the dark-brown cream off her lips. “If I join your boyfriend as a co-owner of that plantation, we will get the permit. I can be a minority shareholder, so he would make all the decisions.”

“That’s not certain,” Nima said.

“It is almost certain. We have a special dispensation – we, the former refugees from a destroyed planet. There is a recent law on Mars. If we want something to make us happier, the probability is high it would be granted. Because we have lost everything. I’ll have to do some research, talk to the other refugees, and they all should try chocolate, but I’m sure I could get such a proposal stick. If your boyfriend doesn’t mind taking a partner. Or a group of partners. He would still hold the majority stock.”

Nima’s eyes shone with admiration. “You’re a sly blue creature, Kaley. Let me kiss you. I’m sure my boyfriend wouldn’t mind.” She jumped up to throw her arms around the blue woman.

Kaley laughed. “Let’s set up a meeting with your boyfriend to talk specifics. I sure want more chocolate. Martian chocolate.”          

Tagline: How to grow cocoa trees on Mars.

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Who robs the dead

BERJAYA

It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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This month’s question made me think. No, I haven’t ever written anything I feel conflicted about now. The quality of my writing has improved since I started (at least I hope so), but not the content. I could still sign under everything I have ever written.

Some other writers though … sometimes what I accepted without questions a decade ago makes me cringe and shake my head in disagreement now. One of such issues concerns battlefield robbers.   

Let me elaborate. I like reading regency romances. In many of them, penned by different authors, the male hero is a former British officer, returning home from the war against Napoleon. Some of those ex-officers had been wounded during one battle or another, and all of them recall the battlefield robbers, the local peasants who creep over the battlefields in the aftermath of the battles and strip the dead and the dying of their valuables. All our noble heroes revile those robbers.

But let’s look at this situation from the opposite side. Here is a story whose protagonist is not a British officer (and thus belongs to a moneyed family who bought his commission) but a Spanish or Portuguese peasant Manuel. Manuel lives quietly in his village with his wife and children. The family is not rich, but they do okay. They have a few chickens and a couple goats for milk. Manuel, with the help of his old mule, works hard on his field, and selling the crops allows him to feed his family adequately.

Then a war devastates his country. France and Britain are fighting for dominance in the world, and they conduct their fight (for some obscure reason) in the Iberian Peninsula. This war doesn’t concern Manuel at all, until an army rolls through his village. Doesn’t matter which army. From Manuel’s point of view, they are all equally marauders.

They steal his chickens and his goats to feed their soldiers. They expropriate his aging mule to pull their wagons. They rape his young wife. And then they fight their infernal battle over his family plot. After the battle (Manuel really doesn’t care who won), the land is saturated with blood, strewn with corpses of people and horses, and seeded with sharp metal fragments of spent shells and bullets. The soil is poisoned by too much blood, by too much urine and feces. Nothing will grow on it for years to come.

What is Manuel to do? He had lost his livelihood to those hated armies. Of course, he goes to the battlefield after the battle. So do all his neighbors: they all suffered deprivations from those invading armies. Like everyone from his village, Manuel goes from body to body, French and British alike, trying to glean enough sellable items to feed his family for another year. Or a month. Even a couple of weeks would be a bonus. And he takes not only gold and jewels. He takes boots and uniforms too. Everything that could be cleaned and sold would give him a few extra coins. If he finds enough, maybe his children won’t starve for a while longer. Maybe he could ensure his family’s survival. And if that was not sufficient, he would resort to banditry.

What do you think about Manuel’s story? How does it compare to the story of a typical regency romance hero: a British cavalry captain (maybe a wealthy earl’s son), who served under Wellington and was robbed after being wounded in battle? Does Manuel really deserve our hatred and derision? Who was the true villain there?          

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FedEx? No! Amazon? Yes!

I had a bad experience lately and I want to vent my frustration. I ordered something on eBay, and it was supposed to be delivered to my home by FedEx Canada. ‘Supposed to be’ are the key words here. They did come to my place once, but I wasn’t home. Nobody told me I should be home for that delivery. Instead of leaving the package at my door, as Amazon does, they left an official note, saying I should pick up my package at their office in the next 5 days. Or else, it would go back to the sender.

The problem here is two-fold. First, their office in Vancouver, where I live, is in the middle of nowhere, far away from any public transit, and reaching it requires a client to walk quite a distance. Or drive a car. Second, I don’t drive and don’t own a car. I’m an old woman, not very healthy, and reaching that office wasn’t easy for me.

I tried to contact them , to explain the situation and arrange another delivery, but both their telephone system and their online contact system are automatic with a limited number of options. Speaking to a human representative wasn’t one of the options.  

I didn’t have a choice. I had to go there myself to pick up my package. The entire situation was more than annoying. It was cruel to force me to go there and it showed the company’s total disregard for the convenience and health of their clients. In the future, I will do anything I can to avoid the combination of eBay + FedEx. I’ll try to get all my deliveries by Amazon. I know that many people criticize them, but in my experience, those guys truly love their clients and do everything for the clients’ comfort.   

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Defending cliches

BERJAYA

It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

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Every writing teacher always says: avoid cliches in your writing. I’m not sure this advice, like every writing advice, is 100% correct. I think sometimes cliches are not so bad. Cliches are cliches for a reason, especially sayings or idioms. Some of them have endured for centuries because they are so vivid and so short.

For example, Grasping at straws – what a beautiful expression. Everyone knows what it means, even though in the modern urban setting, not many can even guess where its meaning came from. Who was grasping at straws and why? I don’t know either and don’t care. I used it in my characters’ dialogs a couple times. I don’t see a reason why I shouldn’t have. Such idioms make our written language richer than it would’ve been otherwise.

Often cliches are metaphors or similes, pithy and colorful, although some writers go out of their way to avoid them. They invent their own similes, which occasionally run for miles. Instead of saying: Blue as a cornflower, they would say something like this: “Blue as the petals of the tiny, star-like blooms growing in the corn fields in the middle of a sunny summer day, when the larks overhead sing of joy, and a man riding past observes the hazy heated air shimmering with lazy daydreams.” I’d take the shorter cliche any day.      

Another well-known idiom is Follow the drum. Lois McMaster Bujold, the winner of every speculative fiction award known to readers, used it in one of her sci-fi novels. She wrote about galactic explorations, and of course, there were no drums in her space operas. But every reader knew what that expression meant in the author’s context.

More often than not, experienced writers insert cliches not in their narration but in their characters’ speech or inner monologues. Our characters are allowed to use those metaphors and idioms, even if we, the writers, are discouraged from doing so.

Despite the generally negative attitude towards cliches on the part of editors, I think we should be allowed to employ them in our fiction, but judiciously, not pepper our story with them. Used wisely, cliches become a spice for our prose. They add flavor, like adverbs and adjectives, which are also taboo words for many a writing instructor.

What is your take on cliches? Do you use them? If yes, how often and in which situations?

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