Read-In Against Arizona Book Bannings

A readng from Mexican Whiteboy by Matt de la Peña– a book currently banned in Tuscon schools because of discriminatory legistlation. Find out more at Banning History in Arizona . To find out more about Matt’s books, visit his website at mattdelapena.com.

Also check out No History is Illegal and Debbie Reese’s rundown of events.

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History of Racism Repeats Itself: Get Involved!

On February 2, 2012, a national teach-in will take place to protest the racist book and education banning taking place in Arizona. Debbie Reese has a list of things you can do as an educator to participate in the teach-in.

Those of us who are NOT educators can also participate. Banning History in Arizona encourages you to submit a video reading from one of the banned books. (I’ll be reading from Matt de la Peña’s fantastic MEXICAN WHITEBOY.) Donate to Librotraficante– smuggling banned books back into Arizona from Texas.

But most of all, SPREAD THE WORD. Write about this, blog about it, vlog about it. Tell your friends, tell your family. Write to your senator whether you’re in Arizona or not. Write to the president. Write to national news media, and ask them why they aren’t covering a massive, racist effort to stamp out whole swaths of literature, non-fiction, and educational efforts.

Because that’s what I want to know. Why aren’t we hearing more about this? Why aren’t more people outraged? The very first amendment is freedom of speech. The cornerstone of our nation is freedom of speech! We have an obligation to defend our Constitution against those who would willingly and deliberately dismantle that.

First they came for the communists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for the Catholics,
and I didn’t speak out because I was Protestant.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

–Martin Niemöller

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Revisions, Revisions

I got my revisions. Many of the notes are in track changes.

For the first time, I’m actually trying to interact with track changes. You know, as opposed to opening a whole new file and typing everything back in.

Y’all, it’s embarrassing. I’m good with the comment bubbles. And when things are being deleted.

But when I have to re-arrange whole paragraphs and whatnot, I get so confused. There’s red! There’s blue! There’s black! What’s actually on the page?!

Sheepish confession: I just recently figured out I could look at the final without markup.

So, onward with this grand experiment that everybody else has already mastered!

Hopefully I won’t have to pull out the just-in-case copy of my revision notes that I saved to the back up drive. :)

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Buying a House

So my husband and I are buying our first house this summer. We have a price limit, we are doing lots of research, blah blah blah responsible adultcakes. One of the websites we use for our research likes to play a dirty trick, though.

We put in a zip code, our top price limit, and minimum number of bedrooms, and hit SEARCH! The website spits up listings that meet those requirements. Yay! Except when you reach the end of the matching listings, you can still click “next.”

And when you click, it’s suddenly showing you houses that are $50,000 above your max price range. Which I guess in house money isn’t a lot, but it may as well be a million dollars more to us.

Several times, we’ve ended up clicking on an AMAZING house, oohing and aahing over the pictures. Then we realize the only way we could afford it would be to rob a bank.

Meh. I’m way too busy to rob a bank.

So to cleanse the disappointment, I spent some time this morning looking at houses I KNOW I can’t buy. Like this one:

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It’s in Wiltshire, close to Bath. As I will be sore lucky if I ever get to VISIT the UK before I die, it’s guaranteed I will never live there. But isn’t it gorgeous?

I love houses with history– that’s what my husband and I are looking for, too. Mostly we’re finding 1920s bungalows, which are great!

Though Sarah Rees Brennan tells me that we’re looking at practically NEW houses, as far as she’s concerned. She’s lived in at 17th century flat before. So lucky. *sniff*

Anyway, more houses that I can’t buy! Like this one! It’s only like a million, seven hundred thousand dollars out of my price range.

 

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(Note for my mother: yes, I know, I’d have to ask about asbestos, lead paint, lead pipes…)

Yes, basically, I want to live in the house that all the kids down the street swear is haunted. Both of these houses are WAY too big, but I like the style. I want a house that’s interesting, dang it. The Sims Houses that have gone up everywhere just make me sad.

Watch, that’s exactly what I’ll end up buying too. I’m going to shut up before fate gets all quirky on me.

But WHEEN! PRETTY OLD HOUSES WHEEN!

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The Springsweet Trailer

With just three months to go before THE SPRINGSWEET comes out, I’m excited to share the trailer for it. Short, sweet and to the point- if you’ve wondered what THE SPRINGSWEET is about, this trailer will answer that question!

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History of Racism Repeats Itself

I’ve been reading THE BARBARY PLAGUE, about a multi-year outbreak of bubonic plague in San Francisco, at the dawn of the 20th century. Part of the reason it was a multi-year outbreak was that the first victims were struck in Chinatown. Rather than deal with a disease, a corrupt and racist government decided to attack Asians instead.

First, they quarantined them. They literally put up yellow rope all the way around Chinatown, but always careful to dip back a block here or there to exclude white-owned businesses. Then, they gassed the streets and the buildings, and decided to forcibly innoculate people with a drug that killed a full half of the people who took it.

When none of that prevented the plague from spreading (because it’s fleas on rats that are the problem, not people,) they tried to pass a law. They wanted to raze Chinatown and to forcibly eject all of the people living in it from the United States. Didn’t matter that many of those residents were United States citizens– born here, raised here. Or that all of them were working and paying taxes here.

It took a Supreme Court decision to force the city of San Francisco to stop discriminating against its own people in 1905. And apparently, it’s going to take a Supreme Court decision to force the state of Arizona to stop discriminating againts theirs. A state BANNED an entire class of books and studies from its schools, which is bad enough. But it focused its ban on books that are “primarily for a particular ethic group.”

In this case, primarily Latino Americans. Chicano Studies is now illegal in Arizona, in the same state where people who were born, raised, lived, worked and pay taxes must show their papers if a police officer asks for them, to prove that they’re citizens.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t know where my birth certificate is. I have no idea how I would prove my American citizenship if I were stopped while on a beef jerky run to Meijer. But I also don’t have to. My skin is white, my children blond. When I stand in the grocery store line, the faces in the magazine look like mine. When I went to school, and as they do, we learned about our own culture every single day.

There are holidays to celebrate people who look like me, most of the art in modern museums resembles me (maybe not the Cubists, but that’s okay.) When I pick up a book, there’s a 97% chance that the protagonist looks like me. Society affirms every single day that I am a worthwhile part of it, that people like me belong. And with this law, Arizona emphatically states that no one else does.

This law insists that all culture must be white culture. It’s racist legislation that appeals to racist people, and I don’t feel the need to mince words about that. Matt de la Peña’s books are no longer welcome in Tuscon high schools. Sherman Alexie’s books are no longer welcome. Junot Diaz, Isabelle Allende, Jane Yolen: no longer welcome.

And least you wonder or ponder or equivocate, this is absolutely a law about whitewashing books and education. I can prove it.

William Shakespeare, Dead White Guy #1? Has one play included in this ban. It’s not OTHELLO, which is about a black man. Nope, it’s THE TEMPEST, which is about race, class and power. They don’t even want the children of Arizona thinking about disparity and inequality between races.

Apparently Jan Brewer and the entire government of Arizona would like to go back to their childhood, where everything was white by force, and where LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU actually made things go away. But I have news for them– you cannot ban books in America. You cannot ban people in America. You can have fitful stabs and flails at it, but it won’t last. Eventually, everyone realizes the plague isn’t caused by people, it’s spread by rats.

And I’d say it’s time to vote out the rats in government in Arizona.

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My Turning Point – First Vespertine Paperbacks!

Nova Ren Suma, author of IMAGINARY GIRLS, is running a series of blogs by authors called Turning Points. I’m so pleased to share mine today along with a chance for you to win one of two brand new paperbacks of THE VESPERTINE.

They’re signed and boy howdy, Harcourt made them beautiful! So please stop by, read, and drop a comment to win. US & Canada mailing addresses only. Sorry, y’all. I’m fixing to buy a house and I just can’t afford international postage right now.

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On Sunday/Today I Have…

On Sunday, I sent 3 chapters and a synopsis to my agent. Today, I have sent a promo photo for an event, designed an invitation for my niece’s birthday party, done two loads of laundry, one load of dishes, packed one lunch, packed a box of books to mail to the bff’s sister, paid four bills, eaten one lunch (not the same one I packed,) and written 0 words.

Mitigating factor: I have a cold.

Conclusion: Waiting is the purest, most bestest excuse for procrastination ever.

Also, I’m very cranky with the local news. Indianapolis is hosting the Super Bowl this year. Consequently, absolutely everything that happens in Indianapolis is to do with the SB, whether its remotely related or not.

Exploding manhole covers downtown: what effect will this have on the Super Bowl!? Shooting at local mall, what effect wil this have on the Super Bowl!? A department store freaking EXPLODED, what effect will this have on the Super Bowl!? We can’t pass a smoking ban, even with the Super Bowl looming large!

And while we’re at it, let’s rename one of the streets that make up one of 16 ORIGINAL STREETS in the city something stupid like Hospitality Way**. Because you know, heritage is for dorks. It’s not like the Super Bowl happens every single year and could conceivably be held here again!

The manhole covers, by the way, have been exploding for ten years. Nobody seemed to care about the property damage and possibility of injury and/or death until now. Now it’s job #1, fix those exploding manhole covers.

I’m quite ready for January to be done now, please, thank you.

[Note: I have nothing against the game itself. I'm thoroughly annoyed by the stupid coverage of said game.

**Thankfully, the mayor seems to have given up on renaming Georgia Street. Which is nice, since it's been named that since 1821.]

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The 9 Spot: Jasmine Richards

Jasmine Richards’ novel The Book of Wonders debuts today from Harper Collins. What’s it about?

Magic is banned in the kingdom of Arribitha but Zardi will need to find some if she is going to save her sister from the Hunt…

To celebrate Jasmine’s debut today, I’m asking her 9 essential questions we need to know about every author.

9. Legs or pudding?
Pudding.

8. Jean jacket or leather jacket?
Leather.

7. Blind faith or cold logic?
Blind faith.

6. Pen or keyboard?
Keyboard.

5. Zombies or unicorns?
Zombies.

4. Hardback or paperback?
Hardback.

3. Bookmark or fold the page?
Fold the page.

2. Hoard or share?
Share.

1. Happy ending or total devastation?
Happy ending.

Thanks, Jasmine! To find out more about Jasmine, check out her website at www.jasminerichards.com! Happy debut, Jasmine!

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First Draft to Final Pages: The Vespertine

Maggie Stiefvater dissected Chapter 15 of THE SCORPIO RACES on her blog a while back. The response was overwhelming, and the common thread was “I wish more authors would do this.”

So that clever Maggie, realizing that she knows more authors, asked a bunch of us to dissect our own chapters. So here I am, fixing to break down Chapter 1 of THE VESPERTINE for you. I’m excited to share these pages.

As you’ll soon see, my original beginning wasn’t my final beginning at all. Even though I know it sucks to delete words you’ve written, sometimes they have to die. And in my breakdown, I’ll show you why.

Throughout this entry, you can click on the pages to see larger versions.

ORIGINAL DRAFT

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1) I hadn’t yet decided if it should be 1881 or 1889. Each year had its pros and cons.

2) I wanted a line that captured a gothic feel. My goal was to strike the same kind of note as “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again,” from du Maurier’s REBECCA. This never changed, even though you’ll see that everything else did.

3) None of this made the final draft. Even though there are a lot of pretty words in here, nothing happens. Seriously, nothing happens. This goes on for another couple of pages, and finally, August locks his sister in the attic. Amelia locked in the attic is the interesting part. So all of this had to go. See ya first page (and, in fact, first 1000 words.)

4) Which made the book open with… someone waking up from a dream. One of those rules that gets bandied about, and in general, I think it’s a good rule. In this version, it wasn’t the front of the book, so it launches a little softly here.

5) Both in the original and the final, this section was designed to introduce the rules of Amelia’s power. The description here explains her ability’s endpoint—so there’s conflict as she discovers the power during the book. When will she learn to do X? When does Y come into play?

6) If THE VESPERTINE started with Amelia all happy and showing up in Baltimore, it would have been super slow to get to the magic and conflict. By promising the reader that some BAD JUJU is going to go down, it adds anticipatory tension to the first chapters’ relative calm. Plus, I’m pre-introducing the players. Later, when the reader sees the name Zora again, she can go, oh dude, something bad happens to her, let’s find out what!

7) Demonstrating the power, but also Amelia’s mental state. She is straight up bonkers in the opening chapter, because that’s my overwhelming conception of gothic. Crazy, locked in an attic, dark secret, bloody sins… Of course, I cheat—Amelia’s not bound to the house, she gets to go out and have her season. But still.

8) The concept is fine here, but the execution is horrifying. There’s a fine line between evoking the fiction written in a particular era, and overblowing it. Historical people won’t be reading this novel—modern people will. So, yeah—I kept a lot of the concept in this paragraph, but gutted the florid prose.

9) This is one of those sentences that only makes sense in your head. Too much focus on the dress; not enough focus on the action.

10) Watch me segue! That’s all this paragraph is for, leading you from sad, mopey Amelia to Amelia, bugsucking nuts.

11) Hi, yeah, I just want you to know there’s a dude involved in the downfall, and here’s his name.

12) This was a touchstone image for me, Amelia beating on the windows. It’s too flobby here, though. The action is buried in the description.

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13) That fine line again. “Truth, such and such happened” works for a Victoria-era audience, but it’s confusing for a modern one. I’ll use the construction later, but only after introducing it in dialogue to demonstrate how it works. As written here, it’s confusing.

14) I wanted to capture that sheepish feeling you get when you do something stupid and dramatic, but realize it’s stupid and dramatic. I got close here, but the final is better. It’s pared down and tight. This is flobby.

15) I know a lot of people think authors just blithely write whatever, devil may come. It’s not true though—we do think about what we’re saying to our readers. In this case, it was important for me to underscore that Amelia is not herself, and what she’s doing is dramatic and looks cool on film. But suicide isn’t funny, it’s not to be taken lightly—nor is it something that most people attempt just for the attention.

So this is a very short paragraph doing a lot of work. Amelia is self-destructive right now, but underneath it, she really doesn’t want to die. She hasn’t yet figured out that living isn’t the cowardly option. It’s a complicated emotion— I feel like I managed to flesh that out more effectively in the final version, but the core of the thought is on the page here.

16) Hey, Mistress Segue, good to see you again. Also, looking at so many of the Victorian dresses with the very heavy beading on the skirts and trains—it struck my imagination that they would drag your azz down like whoa. So even though there’s absolutely no reason for Amelia to be wearing her ballgown in this scene, she totally is. Because I thought it would be awesome to use the skirt as an anchor.

17) In this version, you’ve already met Amelia’s brother, so they get right to arguing. In my head, August is played by Burn Gorman from Torchwood. And when he plays angry, he scares the crap out of me.

18) I was trying very hard to avoid dialogue tags. I have a bad habit of describing every single thing while people talk. So this is an early effort to avoid doing that. August still emotes quite a bit here—and it also establishes what Amelia’s place in the world is right now. She can be locked in an attic, and her brother seriously considered sending her to a sanitarium. DRAMA!

19) Another segue. Also underscoring Amelia’s state of mind, and just how frazzled August is. There’s a lot of casual violence against women in actual gothic fiction (because it was endemic to the time,) and in modern gothics (because it’s endemic to our culture and the style of fiction.) So I wanted to nod at that—but also twist it a little.

In fact, an overall goal for the book was to have a gothic Heroine and a Byronic hero, but to never once have the hero mishandle the heroine. I think you can be convincingly brooding and mysterious without laying hands on somebody you love.

So in this case, August slaps her because she’s freaking out on him, but he doesn’t feel good about it. And later, when Caleb attacks her, it’s totally unacceptable violence with no romanticism to it.

20) This line does a couple of things. One, it establishes that Amelia is, ahem, rather dramatic (I mean seriously—”Just poison my breakfast!”?) but it also sneakily sets up the final frame in the story.

21) I don’t believe in EVIL for the sake of evil. Antagonists have feelings, and reasons for the things they do. August has locked his sister in the attic, and just had a screaming fight with her. He’s definitely an antagonist here— but he’s not gleefully evil.

He and Amelia have a past and a relationship that inform this particular moment. He may be doing a terrible job of it, but he’s trying to take care of his sister. (Which does not mean what he’s doing is forgivable. It’s just explicable.)

22) Still a drama queen, but also the first line where you should get the impression that she’s acting out and freaking out, but she’s also genuinely depressed.

23) This goes back to 15. I wanted August to specifically comment on her suicide attempt, to dissuade her. Even though he’s angry and acting badly, I wanted it in the chapter, on the page, the understanding that just because people are mad at you doesn’t mean they want you dead.

Then Amelia’s line is more self-destructive thinking that is directly contradicted in the next section. Lots of people think about hurting themselves or killing themselves when they’re depressed. I wanted to be able to show Amelia going from thinking about it, but subconsciously, then consciously, realizing she actually doesn’t want to die.

 

FINAL PAGES

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1) As you see, I kept the first line. I just tweaked it so it fit into the new beginning.

2) In the original, this was three, four paragraphs. It still introduces the era, and the love interest, and the tone. And it does it with 25 words instead of 150.

3) Oops. Since this was a fairly substantial revision, I changed a LOT of things. However, the original was still in my head, so this error slipped through. Amelia is just waking up here, not standing up and swaying yet. Except, she totally is on the page. Oops.

4) One of my beta readers told me to put the magic on the FIRST page. She was right, so I did. This also allowed me to put “vespers” right up front– defining it, and starting to define the title, on the very first page.

5) This appears in the original draft. It’s been cleaned up a little, but it’s still doing the job it was written to do: introduce Zora, introduce tension, hint at the coming disaster.

6) This is still explaining exactly how Amelia’s power works. You know her endpoint, so you can watch her ability grow—knowing more than she does. This is much more explicit than the draft explanation. The original was still vague and hazy— mostly because I didn’t know how the powers worked yet.

7) This was three paragraphs before. Now it’s two sentences. Tight prose is readable prose.

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8) You never stop wanting to edit your work. Even though this book went through a total of 3 major revisions and 2 minor revisions, copyedits, and THREE rounds of pass pages… I hate this sentence and I wish I could change it. The attic is not hopeless. Amelia is. Derp.

9) Because this is the beginning now instead of the second scene, I have to explain how Amelia got in the attic. I’m actually really pleased with this. This one line does the work of a thousand (cut) words, and I think it does it well.

10) Three paragraphs become one.

11) Two paragraphs become one. And this gets rid of the archaic, “Truth, I could…” construction from the original. This version makes sense. It’s nice and staccato.

12) This segue gets its own line. In general, I tried to break the paragraphs down—make them shorter, and create more white space. It’s exhausting to read giant walls of text. More whitespace makes reading easier. (And it makes the book feel like it reads faster.)

13) I overwrote the first version of this paragraph. I wanted the beads to be an anchor so instead of mealymouthing around it, I just said they were an anchor. Oh, simile. How I love you.

14) The description of August’s manhandling works a lot better here, fused with his introductory description.

15) The only bit of the first chapter that wasn’t completely rewritten. Smoothed out, tightened, yes. But this is fairly unchanged from the original.

16) This also changed very little. More whitespace, a little tighter. Proof that this was a pretty necessary conversation. And that I got lucky when I drafted it. :)

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I know this is epic length, and requires a lot of clicking back and forth. But I do hope it’s useful to you- or, at least, a little bit interesting. I know I always thought I was revising when I went through and polished each line until it was shiny.

In actuality, the polishing doesn’t happen until line edits, copy edits, and pass pages. Revision- real revision- is surgery. As you can see with my pages here, a radical page-ectomy is often exactly what a book needs. Don’t be afraid to cut. Don’t be afraid to condense. Don’t be afraid of revision!

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