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Wednesday, 2 July 2014

TCWT: Book-To-Movie Adaptations - Are They Worthwhile?

Today, I'm joining in the Teens Can Write Too! blog chain ... from last month. Because I'm a dingus who cannot keep track of dates from the bottom of a suitcase (which felt much bigger before I realised quite how many things I had acquired in the months before I last packed it).

However, the question is too tempting to leave unanswered - so here goes!

“What are your thoughts on book-to-movie adaptions? Would you one day want your book made into a movie, or probably not?”

There aren't many fences to sit on regarding this topic - after all, a single post stuck in the middle of a field does not constitute a "fence". That said, despite the splinters, my posterior has been happily plonked on top of this not-fence for many an age.

I like book-to-movie adaptations ... most of the time. I like adaptations on the whole ... most of the time. I would love a book of mine to be made into a film ... perhaps.

Like many of the "I've-read-the-book" brigade, I have my standard problems with adaptations, and the standard understanding of why those problems exist. Film is a very different medium to a novel, or even a novelette; there are different requirements of plot and structure, time is limited, and the vision of a director is obviously not going to encompass the exactitudes of an individual's expectations. Even if that individual is the author.

Mostly, I am happy to accept adaptations as they are, and treat them as a variant of the story next to the book, or the play, or the television series, or whatever other forms of adaptation exist beside it. I will have quibbles with some things, but then I have those with every movie - everything from plot holes to wonky camera angles. Most of the time I'll even find something to like in the movie; it's usually something like costumes, or good casting, or a really nice score, something only a film can bring to the story.

However, this is only true most of the time. I don't mean to be a Negative Nora, but let's peer at the fundamentals of my lopsided not-quite-seat of power a little more closely.

"Most of the time" - I wrote, not quite three sentences ago - "I'll even find something to like in the movie ... something only a film can bring to the story".

This is where I draw the line. A film adaptation that cannot make itself worthwhile in its own right has no right to be an adaptation at all.

If a director makes a conscious choice of source material, a conscious choice of actors, and staging, and direction, and is unable to do anything remarkable, or creative, or original, or even memorable, with the result, then they might as well not have made the film at all.

This sort of argument - as with any that is made from a position that prides itself on being neither one thing or another - may sound a little bemusingly noumental, so let's top this off with a couple of recent examples.

For an example of a worthwhile adaptation, despite its flaws, I'm going with the film adaptations of The Hobbit.

As a self-proclaimed über-fan of Tolkien's work, I have quite a few problems with this adaptation - the length, for one (even I think three movies is a little bit excessive, especially given how much padding was added to Desolation of Smaug), as well as certain aspects of the tone, and tendency to overlook featured characters such as Beorn in favour of new characters, who in turn are not treated all that well to make upfor it (Tauriel does not deserve the hate she gets and nothing will convince me otherwise).

However, I still think the adaptation is worth it. With the increased lenght, Jackson and team take time to look outward from the story as Tolkien wrote it and show us what was going on in the world at the same time; the doings of the White Council, the return of Sauron, and the darkness in Mirkwood were all overlooked in the original story, but their addition broadens the setting and makes the readers much more aware of the stakes that rest on the reclamation of Erebor.


On the other end of the scale, an adaptation that was not worth it - The Amazing Spider-Man.

Unlike Tolkien, I have never been well-versed in the world of Spider-Man, although the recent Marvel adaptations have been some of my favourite of recent years (dementedly excited for Age of Ultron? Me? Nooooo). I wasn't terribly keen, for example, on the original Spider-Man movies, which were a little too simplistic for my taste, alongside some iffy casting choices.

The new films were certainly snazzier in terms of CGI, and some of the camera shots were cool ... but there was nothing besides those slighlty shiny treats to make the film worth seeing. It was the same story, the same stakes, almost the same dialogue to the point where I could predict whole conversations in advance. In my opinion, this seemed more like Sony making a new film to hang onto the rights to the character more than anything else - I could have watched the old films and missed nothing.

Sorry, Andrew Garfield. I think you're pretty awesome, but this wasn't your best move.


With all this in mind, you can probably tell what I'd say to the idea of one of my own books being made into a film. I'd love it. I'd be over the moon, ecstatic, bouncing off walls and celings and absolutely anything else that got in my way ... but only as long as I knew that no matter what was changed, that there would be something that would make book-readers and new fans go yes, that was awesome. That was different. That was inspired. That worth seeing.

~ Charley R

Monday, 15 July 2013

TCWT, July 2013: Therapy and A Barricade

“Take any character from one of your books and put them in a therapy session. Write a (short!) scene about what happens. (You can include multiple characters and make it a group therapy session.)”

I should probably have known better than to accept this prompt, shouldn't I?

Yeah. I really should.

* * *

There is a well-known phrase that says "don't bite the hand that feeds you". Charley, who rather liked such phrases, would probably have deployed it, were she not absolutely certain that doing so would have resulted in a swift and messy death.

Ah well. Those barricade-making classes had paid off, at least.

Bang! Bang! Thunk! 

Alright. Who gave Rin a handgun?

"Wow. Inspirational progress there."

"Find me something more powerful than a pea-shooter before you drench me in sarcasm, will you?"

"My apologies, esteemed leader."

"Oh shut it! Look, why don't we just climb over the thing and -- "

"-- And impale ourselves to save her the trouble? Dear me, Rin, I'm honestly beginning to doubt you know one end of a sword from the other."

Despite herself, Charley cackled. The words 'Rin' and 'esteemed leader' wouldn't have been half as funny coming from anyone other than Vidal Stormlord. Then again, the notion of her irritable red-haired mercenary and the self-styled Kingmaker of Tanelorn in the same room together would have been hilarious until half an hour ago. Perhaps it was just as well that they had joined in the spontaneous revolt that had swept the foyer of the Helping Hand Centre for Traumatised Fictional Personages, otherwise there might well have been trouble. And more than a few lost teeth, among other things.

A sudden flash of inspiration caught Charley's mind, and she pulled a small notebook out of her pocket, flipping through pages until she reached the relevant list. Yes, sieges were definitely a very sore point for Rin - no wonder he was so grouchy. 'Borderline PTSD' was what the self-diagnosis system had said, but maybe she wouldn't push it that far. Never mind. That explained his uncharacteristically bad mood. Vidal, though . . . she hadn't irrevocably damaged him with anything table-shaped, had she? She tapped the pen idly against her teeth, and the hollow clicking echoed worryingly in the silence. 

"Aha. She's still back there, then."

"If you need ears that big to tell me that, I -- ACK!"

Crash. Thud. Profanities.

Someone whistled through their teeth. "Twelve hells, that's quite a kick yer lordship!"

"Made a bigger dent than he did with your pistol, didn't I?"

"Ehhhh . . . " Abra - for that was who it was, no doubt - considered the situation. Despite her abandonment issues, inferiority complex, and rampant OCD, Abra was, in Charley's experience, generally fairly amicable. Except, she thought, slapping her forehead, she was also a part-time leader of a radical equalist movement.

That made two people who were at their most dangerous when confronted with impregnable barriers. Whoops.

"I do wish our friends would get back soon. Can't take that long to find a key, can it?"

"As talented as they are, Miss Abra," Rin muttered, extricating himself from the man-shaped hole he had made in the barricade's base, "I doubt they have much experience conducting sieges on broom cupboards."

Let alone broom cupboards with back doors, Charley thought sourly. Seriously! Who thought the cleaners' storage room was a good place to put a Fire Exit?

A sudden clattering and slamming of doors heralded the arrival of more mutineers. Charley risked scooting out from under the pool table to peer through the legs of an upturned chair. Her peephole was no more than half an inch across, but she'd have to have been deaf, blind and incredibly stupid not to recognise the entrants. They, after all, posed a much greater danger than the other three, originating as they did from a genre that granted them knowledge of things like door keys, elevator shafts, and semi-automatic machine guns.

The fact that their leader was easily the biggest bundle of trauma ever to exist in Charley's head did not help. With systematic torture, medical experimentation sans anasthetic, short-term amnesia, chronic insomnia, and a pretty serious form of resultant psychosis under his belt, among other things, Charley dearly hoped Shard's soldierly deference to the unofficial leadership of Abra would prevent him unleashing his worst upon her unfortunate personage.

"No luck with a master key," said Shard darkly, "but we've got the back of the Fire Escape surrounded. I've got Dane working on deactivating the automatic lock.  I don't know if she had enough time to block that too, but either way, it'll be another way in. Then again, the time it's taking Dane to find the right system, we'd have better luck waiting for the doors to rot and drop off."

Abra sighed, "Huh. Brute force and ignorance it is, then. Don't suppose you're willing to take that hellish elevator down and find us some decent ammunition? We've tried most everything here. She stripped all the useful stuff from this floor to make that blasted barricade. It's been like taking a stick to a steel elephant."

"Well, I don't know," said Vidal evenly, "our friend Rin did a marvellous job, for an impromptu projectile."

"I'll give you 'impromptu projectile' you crook-eared, mangey sack of --"

As Charley momentarily scribbled a note on Vidal's page - 'false egotism and bullying behaviour evident as result of familial and societal rejection' - the foundations of the world itself seemed to take leave of their senses. As noises of alarm rose from the hallway, Charley dived away from her peephole and crammed herself as far as she could under the foundations of the barricade. The structure rattled and creaked horrifically overhead, and topmost parts broke loose and flew every which way, raising shrieks of pain and fear from all quarters.

When the world stopped shaking, Charley cracked open an eye. Then, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she began to climb up the barricade, moving as cautiously as she could through the wreckage. A dozen pairs of eyes watched her balefully as she found her way to the top, and draped herself across a pilfered armchair. She smiled at them.

"Reinforcements."

* * *

Enjoyed this? Be sure to check out the rest of this month's blog chain!

Participants:
26th – http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com/ (We’ll be announcing the topic for next month’s chain.)

Monday, 10 June 2013

TCWT, June 2013: This Time It's Personal

I'm alive! I think. Well, I was the last I looked. Contrary to my expectations, my hand did not melt into the foreseen puddle of ink and agony, I did not rip out all my hair in frustration, and not all of my brain managed to turn itself to porridge and dribble out of my ears. We shall have to see if those parts that were lost to this impersonation of sloppy oatmeal were particularly vital to my blogging skills.

And now for something completely different!
“How have both the people in your life and your own personal experiences impacted your writing? Do you ever base characters off of people you know?”

Nice short answer: No.

Not-so-nice long answer: No. And here's why.

First of all, the matter of experience. I'm lucky in that, in my eighteen years of life, I have been treated to an incredibly broad spectrum of ideas, places, and experiences. However, I never use experiences directly. Why? Because those aren't the sorts of stories I write, on the whole. Sure, I've drawn heavily on my time in boarding school for a lot of the shenanigans in St Mallory's Forever!, but none of the experiences in the book are direct parallels to anything that happened to me (aside from one single reference to something so absurd you probably wouldn't believe it to be true anyway).

That said, although I don't use the physical experiences, I do draw on the emotional experience. That, I think, is inavoiable for any author - even if they are writing about a tribe of pygmy werewolves trapped in a time vortex because of a faulty toaster. Nevertheless, I'm always careful to tailor the emotional experience closely to the event, the circumstance, and the nature of the characters involved. Given that very few of my characters bear much close resemblance to me in any way, the experience is much less an extrapolation of personal experience, and more a noumenal pick-'n'-mix of thought process and reaction.

Make sense? No? Don't worry - it doesn't to me, sometimes, either.

Luckily, in the matter of basing characters on people I know, my answer is much more emphatic. It may depend on circumstance, but I do make a point of avoiding use of real-life people or relationships in my stories. Admittedly, St Mallory's Forever! bucks the trend somewhat, because of some use of stereotypical archetypes (mostly for comic effect, sometimes as a snarky homage to the misrepresentation of boarding school environments on the whole), but none of the characters are direct or complete parrallels to anyone I know.

Why do this, you ask? Because I don't write stories for myself.

Writing, for me, has always been more of an outwardly-focussed creative process than a personal one. There is a personal element in my enjoyment of it, certainly, but mostly I write with the aim of creating something for the enjoyment of others. With that in mind, I don't want people to read things because they are hoping or fearing that they have made a cameo that ended in them being eviscerated by the villain's pack of slobbering zombie assassins.

Similarly, I do not write characters of this sort because it would change the way I interact with them. When creating characters, I want them, essentially, to be people in their own right so that I, and by extension the reader, to bond with them as such. If I have a predetermined relationship with the person on whom I have based that character, that dynamic will become much more difficult, and I may find myself somewhat restricted in the things I am willing to do to and with this character, possibly to the detriment of the story. 

You may think it sounds silly, but it's true. I even avoid naming major characters after people I know to escape this predetermination of my relationship with them. That's just major characters, though. I'm too lazy to go hunting for new names for everyone - especially if they're doomed to wear the proverbial red shirt that marks them out as victims of my infamous literary killing sprees.

And now I risk donning the helmet of hypocrisy by saying that, while I make a point of not basing characters on people I know, I'm more than happy to raid the history books and snaffle traits galore from the mad, bad and downright preposterous persons found lurking between the pages. Notable victims of partial identity theft include George Gordon (Lord Byron), Gore Vidal, Cardinal Richelieu, Elizabeth I, Catherine de Medici and even Oscar Wilde. Here, I get the best of both worlds - incredibly vibrant personalities and life stories to draw inspiration from, without the disadvantage of immediate emotive involvement or attachment to alter my dealings with the characters who inherit these traits.

When I'm not doing that, I might even be defying myself further by wielding the sharp and pointy blade of close analysis and ramshackle psychological study honed by years of English Literature classes. How? Read this old chestnut, which I found lurking in the depths of my blog long ago, and find out.

What about you, readers? Do YOU base any of the events or characters in your stories on your own life experience, or people around you? Leave a comment and let me know. And don't forget to go and check out other awesome contributors to the blog chain, too. Their answers are bound to be far less self-contradictory than mine.

~ Charley R
Participants:
26th – http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com/ (We’ll be announcing the topic for next month’s chain.)

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

TCWT, May 2013: Stick 'Em With The Pointy End!

Egads, it's been a VERY long time since I joined a Teens Can Write Too! blog chain, hasn't it? Ah well, this month's prompt was just too awesome to resist - and now that I'm starting to look for more productive ways of procrastinating on my ever-mounting pile of revision, I've decided to jump back in before it's too late.

“What are some of the coolest/weirdest/funniest/most disturbing things you’ve researched for a story?”

Hooo my stars . . . where to begin?
From a matter of personal experience, I think younger authors often have the more amusing stories to tell about researching oddments for stories - less life experience to draw on and all that twaddle. Allowing myself to critically examine my childhood (for, yes, I can now call it childhood!), though, I think it's more down to the interests of the author as to what sort of hilarity and horror they run into in the name of research.
Doubtless you are all expecting me to tell you some tale of the depraved and evil things I have typed into Google for the sake of finding out exactly how far I can push my poor characters before they give up the ghost. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, the finer points of gangrene, ancient painkillers (a short search for a short list!), the side-effects of various mental illnesses, mediaeval torture methods, which everyday kitchen implements can be used as weapons, how long one could survive after being partially vivisected . . . And that's just within the last year.
Today, though, I think I shall share with you an area of research that I find just as fascinating, and which has the added bonus of being less likely to cost your your lunch.
Weapons. Ancient weapons, to be exact.
I'm sure I'm not the only wannabe fantasy author who has a bit of a thing for swords. I was fairly late in picking up the interest, here, but a few history lessons on the Wars of the Roses and an introduction to the works of Bernard Cornwell and Simon Scarrow soon had me hooked on the intricacies of these glorious old weapons. 
Most of my research centred on European weapons, mostly dating from the late Mediaeval period, because that's the sort of time where I tend to set most of my fantasy stories. But, as much as I loved picking up on the differences between longswords, shortswords, and their "bastard sword" cousins, the moment I got a look at some of the other gorgeous weapon variations, I couldn't stop myself. Sabres, rapiers, scimitars, katanas, heck even stiletto daggers - they've all found their way into my search engine sooner or later.
Of course, I've since progressed into a thousand and one other weapons-based obsessions (I'm currently  having a drool over a glorious variety of historical siege engines; ballistas, scorpions, catapults and trebuchets just to name a few), but swords, I think, will always hold a special place in my heart.
And possibly not for the reasons you might think. Of course I can't help but goggle at the precision, time and energy that goes into these things (particularly blades like katanas or scimitars, which often require special treatment in order to get right), not to mention the simply spectacular messes that have been made with them throughout the centuries.
Most of all, though, I love swords because of their cultural significance. Here in Britain, especially, with every wave of invaders that's come to sit on top of their predecessors and call this damp, misty isle their home, each of them has brought their own worldview and, for many, the sword has played a central role. To many of the invaders who became our ancestors, they were more than just tools; they were status symbols, family heirlooms, things with names and histories of their own that often rendered them just as famous as their wielders - what's King Arthur without his Excalibur, after all? 
To me, the sword reflects so much about life the ancient world; as technology progresses, so does the blade, from copper to iron to steel so sharp it slices on contact. Different swords were worn for different occasions - the tourney blade, the ceremonial steel, and the scabbarded menace that's drunk more blood than Dracula on a binge - and, just as these different weapons reflect different aspects of society, they also mirror the multi-faceted nature of human existence. Humans don't just do one thing and repeat it over and over, we are varied beings who need equally varied tools - and the history of the sword reflects that perfectly.
At the same time, although the weapon itself is long outdated, there is something marvellously eternal about a sword. It's a cultural icon of our time, harking back to an age that maintains a hold on our imaginations even today.
I'll end this shamelessly obsessive ramble with some links to a couple of sites I've found particularly good when one's looking for an easy, yet comprehensive, reference for swords and other ancient weapons:
- "Mediaeval Sword Vocabulary"- courtesy of historical fiction author Sarah Woodbury
- "Mediaeval Swords and Armour" - also by Sarah Woodbury, and full of even more useful links!
Now what about you, readers? Does anyone here share my passion for Ye Anciente Weapons of Murder? And what do all of you like to research best?
~ Charley R

Participants:
30th – http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com/ (We’ll announce the topic for next month’s chain)

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

"Nana nana nana nana NaNo!" - Teens Can Write Too! Blog Chain, October 2012


“What are you writing for NaNoWriMo? Briefly explain how this book idea come about. Then write a mock first page for the novel.”


The prospect of NaNoWriMo used to scare the heck out of me, until Miriam Joy bribed me into it in 2010. That year, I scared myself half to death by writing a dark, disturbing, and chronically plot-hole-ridden dystopian novel. The next year heralded the arrival of a set of incomplete short stories, which had evolved out of a world building exercise for what, I thought, would be this year’s NaNovel.

I should know better than to try and plan novels by now. It only ever ends in disaster. And, in this case, that disaster involved so many knots in my brain that I took the coward’s way out and gave up on that idea.

One trip to Paris, acquisition of a street map of London, and several fever dreams worthy of a cracked-out Lord Byron later, the concept of my 2012 NaNoWriMo novel had well and truly bludgeoned all the competition to death and was awaiting its time to strike by filling my imagination with plot bunnies.

The story itself, Ikarus, is nothing like I’ve ever written before. Normally I stick to my forte, that of historical fantasy, but here I’ve decided to plug my nose and vault into a pool of a different ilk; steampunk. Steampunk, for anyone who doesn’t know, is basically mixing futuristic technology to a historical setting by adding bundles of cog-and-wheel-and-aviator-goggles technology to anything and everything you can get your hands on. For this, you can blame my love of meddling with the laws of science, in revenge for all those years spent staring at the classroom wall while my experiments single-handedly defied the laws of nature.

You can blame three days spent learning about 17th Century France amidst the gorgeous capital of France for most of the rest. The politics, the powerplay, the outrageous costumes, the sheer madness of life in general . . . I absolutely had to play with it. The map of London was simply to give me an idea of how to lay out such a city. The setting, the city of Scatterank, is the sort of place that results from 17th Century France crashing into a train full of Victorian London, and being splattered with liberal dollops of something that doesn’t really fit anywhere. You can see why I’d need a map, if I was going to set my characters running amok in it. As for the fever dreams? That’s where the characters came from.

Speaking of the characters, they themselves have become the real driving force for the story itself. Being the inevitable cultural, racial and nonsensical melting pot it is, Scatterank is full of all sorts of interesting people. I pushed a few more boundaries than I usually do in their creation, and they are certainly more complex than many of my past creations. Especially as at least two of them don’t set much store by the laws of gravity.

The narrator, luckily, has yet to demonstrate any more dangerous traits than being rather good at causing small explosions when meddling with things he finds under the stairs. Cue smugglers, conspiracies, feckless mayors and canny deputies, civil unrest, an unpleasant family legacy, wrathful gods, kidnap, murder, magic, irresponsible use of undergarments and . . . well, you can guess where this is going.

What’s more, I haven’t written from a first person perspective in over five years. It’s going to be fun.

Unfortunately, I will be unable to treat you to a supposition of a first page today – not in the least because this post is already far bigger than perhaps it ought to be. The simple fact of the matter is that, whatever I bash out here, the actual opening of the story will be nothing like it. Having a concept of the story is very different to knowing what’s going to happen, and, as the Yiddish proverb goes, “man plans, and God laughs”.

 . . . And yes, that is just a more delicate way of saying “I have no idea what I’m doing”.

For anyone who is still curious about the endeavour, you can hop on over to my NaNoWriMo profile to check out the "official" blurby thing for Ikarus, as well as tons of awesome forums, writerly tips, and other awesome stuff.

Feel free to send me a buddy request too! Let's bork our brains together!

~ Charley R

The rest of the blog chain, and all its fantastical posts, is here:


October 5th – http://www.lilyjenness.blogspot.com  – Lily’s Notes in the Margins
October 6th – http://realityisimaginary.blogspot.com – Reality Is Imaginary
October 7th – http://onelifeglory.blogspot.ca – One Life Story
October 8th – http://gabrielletheauthoress.wordpress.com – Of a Writerly Sort
October 9th – http://towerofplot.blogspot.co.uk – The Leaning Tower of Plot
October 10th – http://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.com – This Page Intentionally Left Blank
October 11th – http://whatupdates.blogspot.com – What Updates?
October 12th – http://miriamjoywrites.wordpress.com – Miriam Joy Writes
October 13th – http://cinderscoria.blogspot.com – Between the Lines
October 14th – http://weirdalocity.wordpress.com – Inside the Junk Door
October 15th – http://musingsfromnevillesnavel.wordpress.com – Musings From Neville’s Navel
October 16th – http://kirstenwrites.wordpress.com – Kirsten Writes!
October 17th – http://mirrormadeofwords.wordpress.com – A Mirror Made of Words
October 18th – http://theteenagewriter.wordpress.com – The Teenage Writer
October 19th – http://platonicpencil.wordpress.com – Platonic Pencil
October 20th – http://markobrienwrites.blogspot.com – Mark O’Brien Writes
October 21st – http://amandafoody.blogspot.com – It’s All In My Head
October 22nd –http://incessantdroningofaboredwriter.wordpress.com – The Incessant Droning of a Bored Writer
October 23rd – http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com – Teens Can Write, Too! (We will be announcing the topic for next month’s chain)