X-Men First Class, review.

What a great year it’s been so far for films I wanted to see!  I can’t remember another year like it.  But perhaps I’m getting jaded as a result, because I went into X-Men: First Class with high hopes and found it very … meh.

Part of this may be that I’m still obsessing over my newly kindled Thor fannishness.  It’s funny, I could see that First Class was a better film than Thor – it had character arcs and important issues and slicker special effects and better fight scenes.  But, deary me, it was so very worthy with its earnest examination of social and self-acceptance issues that it seemed to forget to have any fun.

In that, I’m sure it’s quite realistic for a super-hero film, and maybe the realism is why I didn’t like it very much.

It was nice to see some new mutants, and Banshee’s appearance caused me to lose a 5p bet I’d had with my daughter a couple of years ago.  (I maintained that you will never see any red-headed heroes, red hair usually being reserved for villains.)  Banshee wasn’t exactly the hero of the film, and his hair was more auburn than ginger, but it was close enough.  It still doesn’t count as a great step forward for inclusivity, though, when set beside the fact that the one black character was there to be canon-fodder, and all the female mutants were on the ‘wrong’ side.  (You can see why they would be, mind you.  That’s the side I’d have chosen too in the circumstances.)

The scene with Magneto pulling the submarine out of the water would have been awesome if it had come before the scenes of Magneto doing even more awesome things in the last two pictures.  I did enjoy the final showdown, and thought it was cool that Xavier got to share in that death (nice to see his telepathy has its downsides too.)  I also thought “you killed my mother!” made a nice change – so many heroes are fixated on their fathers to the point where you wonder if they had a second parent at all.

But setting it in the 60s and being faithful to a certain amount of the skeevy sexism of the period meant that quite a lot of it left a bad taste in my mouth.  I remember what that was like, and it was no fun the first time.

Magneto pretty much stole the show, and Xavier came across as such a self-centred dimbo that I wasn’t really able to feel the central ethical tug of the story at all.  Someone more eloquent and likeable should have been on the “humans are not necessarily our enemies” side, particularly if all the evidence of the film was going to be weighed against them.  Perhaps the film makers thought that was obvious, but it wasn’t obvious enough for me, given that every character on the other side had perfectly good reasons to be there.  Someone who was slightly less oblivious of society’s dark side than Charles would have been a better choice for the mouthpiece of the ‘right’ side.  As it was, he failed to convince me to cheer for him – which meant I didn’t enjoy his victory as much as I should have.

So yeah, this is not much of a review because I can’t find much enthusiasm for the film.  I don’t really want realistic politics from my gosh-wow, “isn’t it fun to blow things up in awesome ways” escapist super-hero films.  At least, not this much of it.

I guess I also feel that there are things too terrible to be used – or at least used like this – as melodramatic backstory to the wish-fulfilment fantasy of being gifted with cool powers that set you outside the normal run of humanity, and the holocaust is one of them.  I don’t know why I feel like that with this film, and didn’t with Magneto’s backstory in the previous ones, but perhaps it’s because those terrible things are that much closer in this one and cast a denser shadow as a result.  Or perhaps it’s because the social outcast/super-hero metaphor breaks down for me when it’s looked at as closely as this – none of these super-powers leave you exactly powerless in the face of human evil, after all.

Rekindled Comic Book Love.

What to do when stuck at home with two ill children – try and catch up on all the comic reading you missed for the last 20 years.  Also brush up on your mythology.

I have been consistently hating on (comic and movie) Loki’s horned helmet for decades, but now, thanks to the evidence of the Loki Stone from Kirby Steven church in Cumbria UK, it’s become clear to me that the ram’s horns are as authentic as you can get.  The Snaptun stone in Denmark, where you can tell it’s him by the scarred lips, also has cute little horns.  So, since horns appear to be obligatory, I shall resign myself to them on the grounds of “love me, love my silly hat.” 

Bursting onto the scene

I’ve been a bit quiet on this blog for the past few months because, well, I’ve had some exciting news that I wasn’t allowed to share with the world. However the contracts have been signed, the press releases…released, and my secret is out. The manuscript I’ve been working on since 2006 has been bought by UK independent publishers Angry Robot Books in a three-book deal, and the first book, titled The Alchemist of Souls, has been scheduled for publication in March 2012.

I’m hugely excited to be working with Angry Robot – this is a time of enormous change in the world of publishing, so finding a publisher that understands issues like DRM (i.e. making DRM-free versions of their ebooks available) and ebook pricing (not charging hardback prices!) was essential for me.

I’ll be blogging regularly about my progress towards publication over on my personal blog at www.annelyle.com, and of course I’ll be posting the highlights here as well!

The Indie Thing: time for some reflection

So I just discovered (being really slow) that I can check my sales for NIGHT AND CHAOS and UNGRATEFUL DEAD on Amazon without having to try to make sense of Amazon rankings*. I’m not going to go into numbers and money because A) numbers and money confuse me and B) numbers and money are boring (Although I will say my current earnings for NIGHT AND CHAOS are equal to my last quarter royalties for AFTERLIFE, which tells you we’re not talking much here). But although I will say my sales are … not great … they are increasing. Let’s see. NIGHT AND CHAOS has been out in the wild since January 20th, so just over a month. Looking at my sales for that time, there’s a definite, slow, increase week-by-week. There’s been a few really great reviews, but there’s no way to tell if there’s any correlation between reviews and sales.

I’ve dropped mentions of NIGHT AND CHAOS where appropriate on the Amazon forums, but as I’ve already said, I don’t think this is particularly effective, since the only other people visiting such forums are other indie authors promoting their own work. I’ve given up on Kindleboards. The place scares me, frankly. I know I should make more of an effort, but I can’t be bothered learning the rules of engagement, what I can and can’t say, etc. I don’t really like forums, to be honest. They’re always in danger of exploding into vitriol and Godwin’s Law over nothing and they can be very cliquey.

Anyway, basically what I want to do now is spread the word further and see if I can boost my sales further at the same time. Because, you know, I want to do this full-time one day, so I’m not even going to pretend I don’t want to make money here. (At the same time I still feel weird about asking people to spend money on my books, because what right do I have to tell you what to buy? I need to overcome this. Help me, please!).

First step: new cover. I always knew my own artistic efforts fell way short of “good” and the current cover for NIGHT AND CHAOS was only ever supposed to be a temporary solution until I found a decent artist. And I have! We exchanged some emails on Monday and he claims to be working on the cover right now… Since he will probably be over at my house this weekend to watch UFC and play boardgames, I can actually, you know, nag him about that.

I know you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, but that strikes me as an impossible ask, especially online. Covers are the first thing you see, and if the cover doesn’t make you want to look further, you’re screwed. When my writers’ group used to meet in Borders (before they turned it into a TK Maxx and I cried), we made a game of finding the worst covers we could and mocking them. Guys, I don’t want people to mock my book because the cover is crappy. Therefore I do not want crappy covers.

The next step is to get Blood and Bones and Wild ready to go. The more books are out there with my name on, the better, I feel. Progress on both has been slow lately, but that’s been unavoidable thanks to Real Life Stuff. I’ve got a busy weekend coming up thanks to More Real Life Stuff, but the slushpile for Serve in Heaven, Reign in Hell is currently empty, so that will free up a lot of time for writing. Yay! I’m planning to start the next Urban Wolf book in May, so I’ve got three months in which my writing time is just mine, and I’m going to use that time to try to build as much momentum as possible.

*Amazon rankings, as far as I can tell, are nothing more than an arcane device intended to trigger mass confusion and wild mood swings.

Crossovers Revisited

In my further attempts to narrow down the sort of things I’m likely to end up writing stories about, I have abandoned text and gone for a diagram.  This is the map of my personal genre crossovers:

So, we’ve got

Plain Historical, Plain Fantasy, Plain Romance and Plain Mystery. 

Shining in the Sun is a plain romance, and I have an idea for a plain mystery and a plain historical which may or may not come to pass.  But I’m not as happy writing in a single genre as I am writing in at least two at once. 

So False Colors, Captain’s Surrender and Blessed Isle are all AD – Historical Romance.

The Witch’s Boy is AB – Historical Fantasy.

Under the Hill is ABD – Fantasy with a strong element of History and Romance.

The Wages of Sin is ABCD – Mystery, Historical Romance and elements of Fantasy.

Future projects include

Whirlwind Boys (AD), an idea for a Historical Mystery (AC) and an idea for a Historical Fantasy Mystery (ABC)

The most consistent thing in the lot is the A – the historical element.  That’s interesting, as I didn’t realize I was quite that wedded to it.  My new tag line definitely seems to sum it all up, though

It was interesting thinking this through.  It does give me a brand of sorts, but also plenty of room to manoeuvre.  Why haven’t I tried Steampunk yet, I wonder?  You’d have thought it was everything I liked in a single package. 

Neither one thing nor the other.

Hm, writing blog posts is tricky.  It’s all very well to say blithely “I’ll write something about crossovers” but it’s an entirely different matter to get beyond a single sentence.  The single sentence in my case would be “I like them.”

I suppose I’d better start by defining my terms.  (An early training in philosophy can be a handy thing at times!)  What am I talking about when I say “I like crossovers”?  What is a “crossover”?

I’m using the word to mean “a piece of fiction that could be shelved in two or more genres.”  So the Midsomer Murders books are pure Mystery, Bernard Cornwell’s The Last Kingdom is a pure Historical, but the Cadfael books are crossovers because they are mysteries with a historical setting.  They’re both historicals and mysteries.

Historical mystery has become so popular that it’s earned a category of its own, of course, but it’s not the only crossover genre out there.  What about the Temeraire series – historical/fantasy, or one of my own favourites “His Majesty’s Wizard” which was a historical/fantasy/murder mystery. 

I don’t know if I hold a record for the number of genres you can cram into one book, but I made a good stab at it with “The Wages of Sin,” which is a historical, paranormal, gothic horror, murder mystery, m/m romance.  Of all my stuff, that was the one that gave me most joy to write.

Crossovers have long been a bit of a red-headed step child in the publishing industry, though I for one don’t know why.  I suppose it must be hard to know where to shelve them, but on the other hand you must appeal to twice the readers, so I would have supposed they made lots of marketing sense.

They also make lots of sense to me, both as a reader and as a writer, from a structural point of view.  Certain genres are verbs in a world where other genres are nouns and adjectives.  So for example, one of the glories of Fantasy is the world-building.  Lots of imagination goes in to creating the setting.  But there isn’t, as far as I’m aware, a standard fantasy plot other than the ‘group of friends (possibly with a chosen one) quest for something in order to save the world.’  And frankly that one is so specific that it’s been done to death already.

So you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack with an amazing setting and a beautiful world, unsure what to do with them.  That’s where another genre comes in handy.  Romance and Mystery have the plot already built in – they are the verbs of the genre sentence.  Person A meets Person B, they fall in love, are separated by internal and external obstacles, overcome them and live happily until the next adventure.  That plot can happen anywhere – in a historical, in a fantasy, in a horror story, in a comedy.  You name it and you can find a romance in it.

The same goes for mystery – the action is built in – someone does something horrible, someone else has to figure out what it was and how it was done, and justice has to be done.  For both a reader and a writer it’s convenient and reassuring to know that the genre of the plot means that something is going to happen.  They’re not going to be left floating around amidst a great setting and characters waiting for the story to start.

I’d be interested to hear from anyone who doesn’t like them, why not?  And from anyone who does, I can’t imagine I’ve hit on the only reason.  What do you think?

The future must not be beige

Oh Outcasts, with your big budget, your fabulous cast, your lovely starscapes – why were you so bad? [1] What in the name of God happens in our near-future to make human beings so humourless and interchangeable? Why do they all buy their clothes at Gap? Why was there a stupid conversation in which a man and a woman complained to each other (respectively) about women and men? How does Gap survive the apocalypse? And why oh why would anyone paint the future magnolia? Gods of the Tellybox, why do you taunt me?

Last year, I all but convinced myself that television – an intimate, domestic space – will always struggle to deliver an outward-looking sense of wonder, and therefore is hampered when it comes to delivering science fiction drama. I am revising this opinion. Because really all the Tellybox needs to do is show me a spaceship flying over a planet, and those early-formed pathways in my brain will happily respond, “OMFG SPACE.”

But while film can get away with showing me a series of spectacular images for umpty minutes, television cannot. Television – domestic, intimate – requires people. But Outcasts did not have people. It had interchangeable person tokens. Interchangeable person tokens wearing beige. Not a glimmer of wit, not a glimmer of absurdity. Not – in other words – a glimmer of humanity. Outcasts (episode 1) took itself completely seriously. Oh dear me no.

Men, women, and all points between are from Earth. They only work in outer space.

This morning I watched episode 1 of “Revelation of the Daleks”, and in 45 frisky minutes it delivered more wit, pathos, and humanity than I suspect the whole of Outcasts will manage in 8 episodes. Production values are of course miles apart (although “Revelation of the Daleks” still does well with a sheaf of peacock feathers and some marble-effect on the walls). But where Outcasts is outclassed is in the characterization. One short scene in “Revelation”, partway through episode 1, summed this up for me. In it, company owner Kara (Eleanor Bron) hires the ageing mercenary Count Orcini (William Gaunt) to assassinate Davros, who is bleeding her company dry. The scene also involves Kara’s lackey Vogel (Hugh Walters), “a past master of the double entry”, and Orcini’s minion Bostock (John Ogwen). These two are brilliant in their own right, although I just want to focus on Kara and Orcini.

The set is BBC studio standard; the dialogue (this being Doctor Who) could easily be played only for laughs. There is an undertone of absurdity – how can there not be, with William Gaunt in leatherette and Eleanor Bron in velveteen – but the absurdity is cut through with total authenticity. I have not been (yet) an ageing mercenary taking on one last job which I know in my heart is beyond my capabilities, but I can understand fear of mortality, denial, shame. I have not been (yet) the CEO of a company under the tyrannical thumb of a crazed scientist, but I can understand fear, desperation, the desire not to lose face. Look, the performances say, this situation is absurd – but what else can it be? Because human beings are absurd. They are self-deluding, they are desperate, they are full of fear and shame, and they are therefore, also, tragic. In the carefully judged particularities of these wonderful performances – which could after all be played cynically, contemptuously, purely absurdly – we are given the human condition. We are invited too to participate in that most human and alien of experiences – imagining the reality of another.

John Ogwen (centre), not being outclassed by either William Gaunt (left) or Eleanor Bron (right)

Not so in Outcasts, and this, I think, is because it has no sense of its own absurdity. Too busy being serious, being important, it has forgotten that television is, at heart, the intimate space, the domestic space, the space in which stories about people – particular, absurd, tragic people – unfold. Gods of the Tellybox, I implore you – give me a future populated by people.

Outcasts: outclassed by Colin Baker-era Doctor Who.

[1] NB I only watched the first episode; obviously this qualifies me to judge.

Reflections on the Indie Thing Thus Far

I’m probably a bit premature, really, since NIGHT AND CHAOS is still just a baby and hasn’t been out on it’s own long enough for me to make any solid conclusions, but still, that’s never stopped me before.

So I’ve been spending a fair bit of time on the various Amazon forums looking for places to promote NIGHT AND CHAOS, and seen the same situation over and over. There are two types of forums. One – indie threads started by indie authors for promotional purposes that are apparently only frequented by other indie authors there to promote themselves. I’ve seen very little evidence of readers popping in and saying “I will totally buy this book, kthnx!” The other type is where readers have started a topic along the lines of “I’m looking for a book like X, please recommend something,” which is then drive-by spammed by indie authors yelling READ MY BOOK EVEN THOUGH IT’S TOTALLY UNRELATED TO YOUR REQUEST OMG!!! This obviously creates a lot of negative feeling, and plenty of forums which specifically state they’re not interested in what indie authors have to say.

I don’t know how to get around this. I engage in quite a few of these forums (mostly on Amazon UK), and I’m so, so careful to keep Reader Nome separate from Writer Nome. If someone asks for recommendations, I’ll offer them without mentioning my own work. If someone’s looking for indie reads or offering indie promo, I’ll post about NIGHT AND CHAOS there, but I’m convinced only other indie authors are visiting these places, since I’m not seeing a bump in my Amazon rankings that would indicate people are responding to such promo.

It’s frustrating, but I completey get the reader perspective, since some of these indie authors are freaking everywhere and being all, “buy my book about communist gypsy bear-baiters in 1980s Sweden even though you asked for a recommendation on time-travel romances, dammit!” and it is pretty silly.

I’ve sent NIGHT AND CHAOS to a few places requesting reviews, but only heard back from three saying they’ll read it. Whether that’s because it’s indie or because it’s a novella, I don’t know, so I’m not worrying about that too much. Because this is other lesson I’m learning: this is a long game. Quantity counts as much as quality; from what I can see, the indie authors having the most success are the ones with plenty of books available. I’m sure there are exceptions, but this seems to be the rule. Now, I don’t have a massive backlist of novels, so I can’t shove a ton of stuff on the Kindle and make myself more visible this way. Wild will be ready to go up there in a few weeks, but Wild is … contentious, and not everyone is going to fall over themselves to read a YA werewolf urban fantasy where the heroine takes drugs, gets slapped around by her boyfriend, and generally has a miserable time.

Anyway. Where was I? Long game. Yes. Yes! Word of mouth is key too, I think, which is why I’d quite like some more reviews on Amazon. I’m taking a very long view with this game. Although ultimately my aim is be making enough money off Kindle sales to go part-time at the day-job, I don’t want to put out a bunch of crap just because I can. I’d rather take my time and build an audience because I’ve got quality books available than because I spammed the hell out of people and put up 1002 shitty books.

And I don’t plan to self-publish everything I write, either. Obviously my Urban Wolf books will always be with QueeredFiction, not just for contractual reasons, but because I love my publisher and editor there. Despite the fact that my sales with Damnation Books aren’t great, I’d also prefer to keep my Shoregrave/Ethan Banning stuff with them too, because I see it as part of building a brand and a name, and I think DB are a publisher with big plans and sensible methods of putting those plans into action. Anything I write as tessa_morelock , I will try to publish with epubs and small presses, because romance writing is not my strong suit and I don’t trust myself to do a good job without the input of good editors. Not that my urban fantasy is world-beatingly awesome, but I’ve been writing and reading it long enough to feel more confident going it alone there.

Anyway, these are my conclusions thus far.

Boldly Going

Okay. I did it. I just uploaded NIGHT AND CHAOS (now with caps!) to the Kindle. It should be available in 24 hours, apparently.

I’m scared! I don’t know why, but I am. With everyone and their wife doing the indie thing right now, there’s a hell of a lot of books out there begging for readers’ attention. What makes me think my little novella is worthy of claiming some of that attention? Nobody might buy it. Or people might buy it, hate the cliffhanger, and decide I’m a terrible person and leave terrible reviews about how terrible the book is everywhere. I don’t know. I can’t do anything about it though, so I probably shouldn’t worry.

What I can do is try to drum up some interest. And, as with all things truly important in my life, I am turning to lj for help. Guys. I have a pdf version of NIGHT AND CHAOS. If you’re interested in reading it, give me a shout and I’ll happily send you a copy. All I ask in return is an honest review/spreading of the word. I don’t care where you leave your review – Amazon, your blog, Facebook, Twitter, wherever. If you think the book is a stinking pile of stink, feel free to tell people that too. I can think of lots of bestselling authors who’s work is stinky and it doesn’t seem to be negatively impacting their careers.

But seriously, if you’d like a copy and are interested in spreading the word, please do comment. And if you’re on the fence, keep in mind that my editor at QueeredFiction (who very kindly formatted and typeset the whole thing for me and is a man of exquisite taste) said this:

“Naomi Clark effortlessly gives this urban fantasy wings! Night and Chaos is a thrill read you’ll never forget.”

The Right to Publish

Right now, anyone who wants to can upload a book to Amazon and sell it on the Kindle. All you need is the technical know-how. And countless numbers of people are doing just that. The Indie Movement is for real, yo. And obviously I’m planning to dip my toes in the water with Wild and Night and Chaos. I’ve read around, I’ve heard the success stories, and yeah, the whole thing is pretty tantalizing. So I figure, why not? My odds for success are just as good as anybody else’s.

Which is not to say I don’t have reservations. The fact that anybody can do something doesn’t mean everybody should do it. For every success story, there are countless writers languishing in obscurity. For every gem of an indie book, lovingly crafted, faithfully polished, there are probably dozens of crap-fests that should never see the light of day. And as well as reading the success stories, I’ve read the endless debate over just who gets to decide what’s worth publishing when anybody can do it.

I guess the answer is obvious in one sense: readers will find those gems, word of mouth will help draw attention to them, and the cream will rise to the top. Good. My concern for myself is – am I objective enough to know if my own work is a gem or a crap-fest? As the author, am I actually qualified to judge? I don’t believe for a second that just because I finish a book, I’ve earned the right to publish it, whether it be traditionally or independently. And I don’t believe I’m entitled to a reader’s money, time, or appreciation just because I published a book. I certainly don’t expect to join the ranks of the Amanda Hockings and JA Konraths of the world and start raking in stupid amounts of money for my work (although obviously that would be a massive bonus).

So why am I’m testing the indie route now? And why with Wild, a book that has already failed to find a home with agents and publishers? What makes me think I know so much better than them? Surely according to my own belief, just because I slaved over the damn book for nearly five years, doesn’t make me entitled to force it on the public, especially when all those agents and publishers have already rejected it.

Well… I might not know better. I might be one of the failures who languishes in obscurity, and I might end up bitter and resentful and sit around writing blogs about nobody gets my genius and there’s a massive conspiracy against me. I don’t think I will. I don’t think Kyle or chaostheory will let me, as they’ve both promised to bitch-slap me the minute I start acting like a diva in any case.

So no, I might not know better. I might achieve nothing. Or, I might sell some copies and find some new readers who really love it. Frankly, I don’t think I have anything to lose. I’ll write more books. There’ll be at least two sequels to Night and Chaos, and based on my beta readers’ reactions, I’m hopeful that at least will find a happy home on the Kindle. And you know what? I love Wild. I believe it’s a good book and I want to share it with people. The indie route gives me the opportunity to do that.

So, no, I don’t think that just because you can do something, you should. And no, I don’t believe that every single thing I write is worthy of being pushed on the public. But I think 2011 is going to be my year of living dangerously.