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Oh, fudge…

2 Apr

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. My apologies to all eight of you. Winter is never very inspiring when it rains 7 and a half inches in a month. However, with spring here, that means I’m more likely to get excited about random stuff and want to share  with you.

For example, perhaps it’s time to share about the elephant sitting at the bottom of my Amazon page. If you missed it…click the link.

That’s right. I’m going to talk about:

Profanity in middle grade books.

Allow me to first say: Spartacus and the Circus of Shadows is for 10-14 year olds. It also includes the following curse words: crap, crapola, shit, shitola, asshat, and the phrase shut your goddamn piehole. Whew. I already feel better about getting that out there. If you do not approve of these words, please do not buy this book for your child.

Honestly, I’m grateful Paul Bulger put that review up. Nothing was scarier than signing books for parents and choosing whether I should say uneasily, “Umm, it has a few bad words in it.”

I’m not going to discuss the parts of the review where Mr. Bulger hates on the morals of my book—no need to argue a difference of opinion when it comes to séances and lying and to mistrust everyone when you’re a runaway. (Though, frankly, I wonder why that part wasn’t brought up—I mean, is Spartacus actually advocating that children run away? That’s a huge question!) I also won’t say anything about the juvenile behavior in the book beyond: Yes, this is in fact a book for boys.

But I do want to focus on the question of swearing in books for older  middle-grade readers. I whole-heartedly agree that this is a delicate issue and I was on the fence about it myself. Where do you draw the line between realism and appropriateness?

Note that this wasn’t just brought up on Amazon. Erik of This Kid Reviews Books dedicated half of his review to this very subject. It was also a large topic of conversation in my house, on the phone with my mom, and, of course, on Facebook. I actually had a friend of a friend message me about her 10-year-old getting in trouble for saying the SH-word at school.

CRINGE.

Okay, okay, I could just make it cut and dry and say, “Well, the publisher approved.” Raspberries and eye-rolling to all of you. But that’s admittedly a copout. Also, I’m a long-term muller and this argument has so many angles…

The next knee-jerk reaction is that I seriously doubt this would be the first time my readers will have never heard these words (okay, asshat, perhaps, but it’s more rare). I’ve met school librarians, elementary school teachers, and parents who agree and wave off my and Mr. Bulger’s concerns.

From a writer’s perspective,  the character also would have known these words from his older brother and would have used them in his head—and then, of course, they would occasionally slip out, getting him in trouble (yes, he gets in trouble for swearing at his dad—this isn’t Jersey Shore). I feel this gives the book a little authenticity: An angry thirteen year old is not going to say fudge when faced with a double-crossing brother.

In retrospect, though, I could have been more creative and glossed over the words, the way they did in A Christmas story above or in my most recent favorite, The Fantastic Mr. Fox. Or I could have made up words. Rather, I could have spent more time trying to make up better words. Meaning yes, I tried to make Spartacus say things like “cussburger!” They sounded every bit as contrived as they were—just look for the instance of Eli saying “Devil in a hang glider!” 

What do you think? When is swearing okay? Is it a simple, cut and dry answer, i.e. No-no for Middle Grade and acceptable in Young Adult? Or…?

While writing this, I found a great essay on the subject of depravity in YA novels—a sister-subject to this blog topic. Check out Sherman Alexie’s essay Why the Best Kids Books Are Written in Blood. And while I’m not saying Spartacus is YA or in any way comparable to The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I can relate to what Alexie saying: When the message behind the book is dealing with family disfunction and accepting loss…well, perhaps a kid saying holy crapola would be a bit more relatable than a character who says fudge.

On a final note, I saw Chronicle last night and there were at least five children under the age of nine there. I was a bit disgusted with the parents, probably as Mr. Bulger was with me. So I’d like to make a recommendation that extends to both movies and books for your kids: Watch a trailer. Check the description. Or, heck: Read a review. The Mr. Bulger’s are out there and they’re on your side.

A great big book blur

14 Oct

So, yeah, September just barreled into October sometime in the past few days…and it’s like I just fell off a cliff into book insanity. I’m actually doing published author things. Crazy things. Like getting interviewed for my Blog Tour, which is gonna be all over the InterWebs in mere MOMENTS. Ten “appearances” between 10/17 and 10/28. (Go to the bottom for a complete listing of dates.) I’ll definitely  be posting links to the interviews on my Facebook fan page….and, well links to any reviews that are at least 51% positive. (Any other reviews you’ll have to seek out and then keep to yourself.)

And, of course, last weekend was filled with the whirlwind that is Wordstock. As opposed to years past, I had more to do than just sneakily snagging up the free swag. Not only did I get to drool over the really cool Spart Art Turned Magnet Swag (at left), but I also got to sign ARCS for some lucky raffle fans…I actually hugged a kid and posed for a photo. Like I was person you get your photo taken with.  I also  realized that I need to think before writing in a book with a pen. No one enjoys: “For James. Best Wishes. -May John.” (I also need to sign my name more clearly. No one knows who May John is.)

When I wasn’t strutting around, hoping someone would recognize me from the face on the book’s one sheet, I was filling pages and pages of notes at workshops (worth mentioning was one about writing for teen boys, led by the gregarious D.F. Walker). My favorite panel discussion was about coming-of-age novels. You should check out Jen Violi’s Putting Makeup on Dead People. Have you heard of a simpler or cooler plot than a teen girl getting a job as a makeup artist for dead people?? No. You haven’t. Not this decade, anyway. Pass the lipstick, please.

I also got to meet Dale Basye at his booth, who signed all 4 books in his Heck Series for me–he even scribbled an inside joke in Fibble: the Fourth Circle of Heck about something only he and I know about. Oh, ho, ho, me and Dale. Or “Dolly”, as we call ourselves.  Rubbing elbows. Just chatting like two old best-friends-y jay birds! You couldn’t shut us up….! Aaah….oh dear.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Ms. Johnson doesn’t understand that a blog is not the proper place for embellished truths regarding public figures.

Back to reality. Oh, right. One more thing. Just a…well, it’s a small thing– it was so inconsequential I almost forgot it. A teeny something about seeing my name casually mentioned along with a certain Spartacus and the Circle [sic] of Shadows novel in a modest little magazine called

Wired

Yeah, psh. Whatever. I’m so used to this by now that…

Who am I kidding?! I’m still tap dancing over it. Z and Achilles were done hearing about it an hour after I found it. But just the mere mention of my book in a magazine–well, the online version–okay, what’s basically on an online site that could be changed at any moment, obliterating any feelings of grandeur…well, not today, my friends, because for today at least, it’s STILL THERE. And I’m immortalizing it here, to prove it:

Oh. Well, so you have to keep scrolling….

THERE! You see it? MY NAME. MENTIONED. Sure, sure, it’s toward the bottom, like an afterthought, and he got the title wrong. And sure, he hasn’t read the book, made no mention of a sincere intention to, and it was only an “unexpected” find. But. It’s there. Me. Spartacus. The Circle of Shadows.

Like I said, October is gonna be cray-cray. (One of my co-workers says that in lieu of crazy.  I’m not sure if it’ll ever catch on.) Stay tuned….

October Blog Tour:

Monday, 10/17: Corrine at Lost for Words (Author Interview)
Tuesday, 10/18: Nicole at Books Complete Me (Review)
Wednesday, 10/19: Reagan at Star Shadow Blog (When I’m Not Writing)
Thursday, 10/20: Basma at In Between the Lines (Review)
Friday, 10/21: Jessica T at Hopelessly Devoted Bibliophile(This or That List)
Monday, 10/24: Jessica T at Hopelessly Devoted Bibliophile(Review)
Tuesday, 10/25: Basma at In Between the Lines (Author Interview)
Wednesday, 10/26: Corrine at Lost for Words (Review)
Thursday, 10/27: Nicole at Books Complete Me (Tens List)
Friday, 10/28: Reagan at Star Shadow Blog (Review)

Mom, circus, freaks, and more

16 Aug

So, over the months (or, uh, years *cough cough*) I wrote and re-wrote Spartacus and the Circus of Shadows, I’d always play specific songs to remind me about the initial concept of the story (I already talked about how Sympathy for the Devil helped bring me back to Spartacus).

My favorite high school-nostalgia/guilty pleasure Natalie Merchant, in her lyric-writing brilliance, initially gave me the pieces to put together Athena, Spart’s circus performing mother.  She evolved from the lyrics to Ophelia: Ophelia was a circus queen/the female cannonball/Projected through/five flaming hoops/to wild and shocked applause. But, to get all literary (and perhaps a bit pompous, as though I could really say this about my own writing)…to Spartacus, it’s like Athena really is all of the characters from the song, simultaneously–wild and demure, loving and unloving. I wanted it to be like he can’t pin Athena down as good or bad, loving or uncaring because she is ultimately a mystery. A crazy, feminine, Natalie Merchant mystery. Well, that’s how I hoped it would appear, anyway.

(And yes, I have a massive girl-crush on Natalie Merchant. Just had to put that out there.)

But while Ophelia gave the words, though, it’s this awesome video, Kind and generous (also Merchant), that gave me the circus-as-family-vibe. (Though this is obviously a much lighter and happier circus than Bartholomew’s…but hey,  it was a jumping off point.)

Photo by Jimmy and Dena Katz, from “World of Wonders”

And, corny lyrics aside, if you’re interested in seeing the inspiration for the sideshow, you don’t have to jump through any weird, girly music hoops to get there. I was at Powell’s Books when I stumbled across the World of Wonders, a photography book by Jimmy and Dena Katz. They–get this–photographed a modern sideshow. It was like they did this just for me because, honestly, Remmy and Nero and Zeda were all there, just waiting to be discovered.  And, I just discovered–you can like them on Facebook. OMG, I can’t wait to do this myself. (Done.)

And lastly…so I have another book idea in the works. Coincidently–or not–it’s another Merchant song, helping me keep the plot in check. Gonna keep grinding, see what happens.

Oh, anticipation, how I love you.