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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)

What the what…?!

6 Sep

(Yes, I realize that blog post title is a reference to a TV show that is now maybe three years old. And no, I do not care.)

Just sitting here, having my morning coffee and doing some work…when I get a new review over The Email Wire. It’s a review from…OMG, Dale Basye? THE Dale Basye? As in, from Heck: Where the Bad Kids Go series???

WHAT?!

*jaw drops to the now-coffee spattered floor*
(Like I said, I was drinking coffee while my jaw was plummeting.)

“As an author, there’s a moment when noble emotions such as “admiration” and “respect” for a fellow scribe cross over into outright, green-eyed jealousy. And, about midway through reading Molly E. Johnson’s page-turning debut Spartacus and the Circus of Shadows, my appreciation for her quirky, breezy style quickly gave way to wanton prose-envy of the worst kind. The “E” surely stands for either “Effortless,” “Eclectic,” or perhaps “Eunice”…I can’t be sure. Only someone with the middle name of Eunice, like a creepy secret hidden at the nougaty center of their name, could create a charming outsider such as Spartacus Zander, AKA “Poop Lip.”

As exotic as his name is, Spartacus grounds the fantastical events of his story in a deeply affecting and relatable way. His insights and feelings at being a runaway in a difficult situation at a difficult age hold your metaphoric hand as Johnson leads you, circuitously, to the inevitable big showdown at the Big Top. But it’s the various roadside attractions and delightful deviations along the way that make her story sparkle like the creepy-shiny eyes of a carnie. Seriously: your mind will do advanced yoga moves at the story’s twisting twists and—at times—stomach-turning turns. But I’m a better person for every mile spent with Spartacus on his darkly comic road trip. And, if you’re from inner- or even outer-Portlandia, you will derive extra joy from the numerous inclusions of various beloved landmarks, twisted like a helium-filled balloon animal into Johnson’s wonderful story.”

— Dale E-for-Eunice Basye

Sooo….I’m done for the week (yes, I know it’s Tuesday after a 3-day weekend, but still). If you need me, you can find me on the fainting couch.