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Flight of the Red Dragonfly
Friday, June 14, 2019
Monday, March 4, 2019
Amber and Dusk: A Beautifully Written Tale of Romance, Rebellion, and Intrigue
Book Review
Title: Amber and
Dusk
Author: Lyra
Selene
Genre: YA,
Fantasy, Romance, Dystopian
Summary
Although she is an abandoned orphan in the Dusklands at the outer
edge of the Amber Empire, Sylvie is born with a “legacy”—a gift of magic. She
can spin elaborate illusions, fantasies of her own creation. Knowing that only
those with noble blood can wield magic, Sylvie treks to the Amber City to claim
her rightful spot in Empress Severine’s court. She hopes to find a place to
belong. Instead, she’s thrust into a dangerous game of intrigue and politics.
Ragged and poor, no one takes Sylvie seriously, least of all
the Empress. But Severine is intrigued by Sylvie’s power. She offers her courtiers
a wager: if Sylvie can polish her legacy by Carrousel, her allies will gain
favor and Sylvie will receive position in the court. A handsome nobleman named
Lord Sunder with the unnerving legacy of causing pain agrees to sponsor Sylvie,
but wagers against her. With no allies, no upbringing, and no idea what she’s
gotten herself into Sylvie—newly renamed Mirage—will have to use all her powers
to outwit her enemies and beat them at their own game.
Review
On the one hand, Amber
and Dusk is not a particularly ground-breaking novel. All the major tropes
of the YA/ Fantasy/ Romance/ Dystopian genre are here in full force. Determined
heroine with more power than she realizes? Check. Mysterious past that becomes
important in the third act? Check. Love triangle? Check. Decadent and cruel
empire with a rebellion growing in the wings? Check. If you know the genre,
you’ll recognize many of the same elements at work here.
And that’s okay, because Amber
and Dusk does them well. This a solid, well-crafted, and beautiful story. I
felt like the Amber Empire was a real place. Glamorous and ugly all at once, it’s
a land I could believe in, a land I could fall in love with, a land I wanted to
fight for. The author’s language is lush and vivid. Lyra Selene paints pictures
with prose and beautifully captures the emotion of her characters.
I liked Sylvie/ Mirage right from the beginning. She is kind,
loyal, and passionate. She risks much in order to follow her dream. But Sylvie’s
ambitions have a dark side. She can be impulsive, irresponsible, entitled.
Characters question her intentions. Although Sylvie is basically good, the idea
that she can be corrupted is enticing to me—especially as her power grows.
Most fantasy stories begin with our hero’s terrible and/ or
boring childhood. Amber and Dusk
thankfully skips most of this and begins right as Sylvie is about to enter the
Amber City. This helps the pacing quite a bit, as it gets Sylvie into the court
relatively quickly. Once she’s in court, the plot kicks into gear. Sylvie makes
friends and enemies, discovers secrets, and is forced to re-evaluate what she
wants in life. There’s also a bit of romance. The romance adds a nice spice to
the story, but never takes it over completely.
I started this story while riding on an airplane. I couldn’t
put it down and finished the last few pages while waiting for my luggage. The
ending was a tad bit muddled, but still satisfying. Although the story hints at
a sequel, it is a self-contained book. You can stop right here or continue on
for more.
I, personally, want more.
Monday, February 25, 2019
Ralph Breaks the Internet and My Suspension of Disbelief
Movie Rant
Warning: Spoilers for Wreck It Ralph 2 and Signs
There’s a moment toward the end of Wreck It Ralph 2: Ralph Breaks the Internet, when an insecurity virus picks up Ralph’s insecurities over Vanellope's decision to leave him in order to live in the Internet game Slaughter Race. The virus creates a horde of mindless, needy Ralph doppelgangers, who chase both Vanellope and the real Ralph. As they race away, Ralph looks at the army of monsters and says something to the effect of, “Huh, from this angle I can really see how destructive my insecurities can be.” The delivery suggests it’s a joke, a wink at the audience.
This moment broke me.
And I couldn’t figure out why, for the longest time. All I
knew was that I felt an irrational sense of rage, growing stronger and stronger.
Then, this morning, while pondering it in the shower (because this is what
apparently occupies my mind first thing in the morning), it occurred to me that
this line marked the moment when my suspension of disbelief broke.
So what’s the big deal with suspension of disbelief?
When you watch a movie or read a fictional book, you know
the story isn’t real—but the writer creates a world that is so compelling, you
shove aside this pesky fact and act as though it is real. You want to believe, and so you do. This is called
suspension of disbelief, and it’s like a pact between the artist and the
audience. The audience pledges to put aside all preconceived notions and view
the work with an open mind. The writer pledges to repay that trust by telling them
a story that they can believe in.
Which is why, when your suspension of disbelief is broken,
it feels like such a betrayal. You, as the audience, feel like all the time and
care and emotion you spent on the story is wasted. You can forgive someone for
telling a boring story, but you cannot forgive them lying to you.
For example, my dad still talks about the ending of Signs. Signs, a movie about the start of an alien invasion, ends with the
aliens being defeated by water. My dad, a highly logical person who reads a ton
of science books, was outraged. How could aliens with advanced technology not
know Earth was made mostly of water? How could they choose to come to Earth without any kind of space
suit or even clothes to protect themselves? That element of the story made no
sense, therefore the story made no sense, therefore the whole thing collapsed.
This is a typical case of the breaking of suspension of
disbelief. There is a factual or logical error so great that all the cool stuff
in the world can’t make you look the other way. You shake out of your trance,
realize it’s all fake, and throw the story away in disgust, feeling more duped
than delighted.
But what was my problem with Wreck It Ralph?
I’m a writer and moreover a fantasy writer, so I’m much more
willing to suspend my disbelief over facts and science. However, I’m also very
sensitive to the relationship between the writer and the story. When I read a
story or watch a movie, I note how the writer is setting up plot points,
relationships, and themes, and make predictions as to how they will pay it off
later—and I do it automatically. That’s why it’s so hard for me to enjoy
stories—it takes a while for me to shut off my brain and just go with it.
To me, Ralph looking at the virus and pointing out the
obvious might as well have been a huge sign planted by the writer with big
flashy letters. LOOK! HERE’S THE THEME! HERE’S THE MESSAGE! GET IT! INSECURITY
TURNS YOU INTO A MONSTER. LITERALLY. And once that happened, everything that
led up to that moment and everything that came after no longer seemed like the
organic story of two characters struggling with a new phase of their
relationship, but instead like a deliberately constructed metaphor to pound in
the message of the movie.
The characters. Didn’t matter. The world. Didn’t matter. The
plot. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was MESSAGE. MESSAGE sat like Yertle on
his throne of turtles, with character, plot, and setting all cracking under the
weight of holding it aloft.
So why is this an issue for me?
I mean, who really cares? It’s a good message (claims the mostly positive movie reviews I’ve read). It’s a kid’s movie. Just go with it
and stop over-analyzing.
But see, I can’t do that, because even from a young age,
even when I was a kid, this sort of thing bugged me.
I’ve always believed that a story was a thing unto itself.
It was meant to be a story and that was its purpose. Same as with people. The
purpose of being a person is to be a person. Maybe you have some grand calling
in life, maybe you feel that you have a job to spread a message. That’s fine;
that’s a part of you and maybe a big part. But the person is greater than the
message—always. Whenever a person is made to feel they are less than the
message, we start getting cults and terrorism and other very bad things.
A story needs to have integrity. It needs to exist as what
it is. Whenever its different parts are bent and warped toward a moral or
message, the integrity of the story has been breached. And that is something I
cannot stand. It not only destroys the story, it also undermines the message, because
clearly the message isn’t strong enough to stand on its own.
Do you think that Wreck
It Ralph 2 destroyed its story in order uphold a message? That’s up to you.
For me, once my suspension of disbelief broke, I stopped believing in everything.
Monday, February 11, 2019
Velvet Buzzsaw and the True Horror of Making Money Off Art
Warning: Spoilers
Velvet Buzzsaw (out on Netflix) is what you get when you mash a satire of the art world with a straight-up horror movie. In it, a treasure trove of art made by a mysterious dead man is discovered by an ambitious gallery receptionist named Josephina (Zawe Ashton). When art critic Morf Vandewalt (Jake Gyllenhaal) deems the work to be “the next big thing,” everyone scrambles to cash in. Unfortunately, the art is cursed and soon the paintings begin killing off anyone who gets their hands on it.
The movie is weird, but I liked it. Perhaps, because I like
art. I’m not someone who studies art in depth, but I do go to museums and
galleries and take an amateurish pleasure in all the weird paintings,
sculptures, and displays, some I get, some I don’t, some that move me, some
that don’t.
What is art? What is the artist trying to express? I don’t know,
but I like it. Velvet Buzzsaw is
filled with art that harkens to that off-color sensibility, from a hobo
superhero robot to an audio experience of whale sounds to the ghoulish cursed paintings
themselves.
The movie creatively tries to mash genres, which I
appreciate, even if I found the horror aspect of Velvet Buzzsaw a little lackluster. There’s blood and gore, but the
deaths weren’t particularly scary or suspenseful or shocking—aside from the
very last death, which I found gruesome and a little surprising.
Fortunately, the satire elements are stronger. The movie
breaks down how art is bought and sold, speculated on and commodified. Art
critic, Morf, determines whether art has value or not, casually tearing down
any art that doesn’t meet his standards. Gallery owner, Rhodora Haze (Rene
Russo), uses underhanded tactics to secure art and keep it scarce to up the
value. Art advisor Gretchen (Toni Collette) buys pieces for her millionaire
client and browbeats museums into displaying it for “tax purposes.” The process
is incredibly cynical. The art may have started as pieces of genuine emotion
and fascination, but they end as luxury items, whose value is determined largely
by perception.
This comes at a very human cost. Piers (John Malkovich) is
an artist undergoing an extreme “Writer’s Block.” Morf jokes he hasn’t produced
a good painting since he got sober—a remark echoes this myth of the “tortured”
artist, that only someone with a severe problem can produce “true” art. Sadly,
Piers overhears this comment. The art world clearly doesn’t care about him as a
person but only what he can produce. He’s a factory (cough, Andy Warhol, cough)
expected to churn out heart-breaking works of staggering genius. It breaks his
spirit.
Now I’m a writer, so I sympathize with the plight of the
artist. But I also recognize the need to make money. In theory, it’s nice to
have a system with multiple people who help you by explaining how your work has
value (the art critic), getting your work to an audience (the gallery owner),
and selling your art for a nice paycheck (the art advisor). But at what point
does that system turn against you? At what point does it destroy the thing it’s
supposed to be championing?
This is where the horror elements come in—striking back at
the system and restoring a sense of balance. It does this by gruesomely killing
everyone who takes part in the commodification of art. In theory, we’re
supposed to hate all the characters who turn art into big bucks—it makes their
deaths so much more satisfying. But I don’t—not all of them, anyway.
For example, I found myself sympathizing with Jake
Gyllenhaal’s character, the art critic Morf. He seems almost unable to stop
judging, going so far as to criticize the color of a coffin at a funeral.
(Anyone else have an inner critic that won’t shut up? I sure do.) Yet he is
genuinely stirred by the cursed art and cares about his friends once he
realizes their lives are in danger. At one point, his critiques are echoed back
to him, and he can hear the way his words tear down the artist. He seems
disturbed, tortured by his words, as if its finally occurred to him that he’s
been killing the thing he loves.
But it was the final scene that lingered in my mind. After
all the death and destruction, a homeless person finds the cursed paintings,
displays them on a chain link fence, and sells one to a couple for $5. In a
more traditional horror movie, this represents the scene where the monster
comes back to life to terrorize a new crop of victims. Except—I didn’t actually
fear for the homeless person or the couple buying the pictures.
Instead, I felt that this scene was the purest expression of
the meeting of art and commerce. Here the process is stripped of all
pretentions. The people buying the art just like it. The person selling the art
is just trying to survive. And, for whatever reason, it was this idea that
stirred me, because after seeing art become a speculative object, we saw it
return to art.
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