Thursday, January 23, 2014

Once Upon a Princess



        

Like most females, I grew up watching and reading Disney and my earliest ideals about womanhood came from watching Disney princesses. I never thought much about negative messages that these characters might be giving, all I thought of was how wonderful it would be to someday be in love, be beautiful, be a princess.

Most recently, there has been a lot of controversy about these characters. They are always thin, always beautiful and typically rely on the male figure for their happiness. As an adult who has grown through a historical period of female liberation, I, too, felt that Disney may be sending the wrong message to young girls. Where are the fat princesses? The lesbians? The woman who just want to succeed based on their own worth?

 A few weeks ago, I read an article on the University of California's website by Lydia O'Connor titled, "The Princess Effect: Are Girls Too 'Tangled' In Disney's Fantasy?" and basically, the author agreed with me: Disney needs to change and show 'princesses' as normal woman, not just dependent sheep of impossible beauty. Although this particular article could be seen as supportive of my own previous argument, reading it made me understand how ridiculous that opinion might be.

Young children go through a period in their development when they establish a gender identification. Of course, not all young girls identify with the female role models, however, there do have to be defined lines for them to recognize the differences between male and female. Androgynous figures might be more confusing than helpful. True, once they get older and identify more with their own selves, that may be the path they are most comfortable with, but as young children, they need to see the differences in gender in order to understand the similarities.

Additionally, imagination plays a huge role in the development of a child's intelligence. I would think there is more imagination being exercised  when pretending to be a mermaid who wants legs than costuming as a popular historical figure. I do think young girls should be exposed to contemporary, positive female role models, but I don't think overexposure and excessive emphasis on these women's lives offer more options for young girls. Not all will grow up to be the next leader of a people or run a corporation. Some will grow up to be stay at home moms, and that shouldn't be seen as less admirable. Finding a fair balance between magical places and realistic settings may offer them more in the long run when they begin understanding who they are in relation to the world.

Disney is trying. Although some of their attempts have met with ridicule, such as the racial stereotyping of Tiana, Jasmine, and Pocahontas, they have made some strides in other directions. Mulan, for example, is a warrior. And when given the choice, Fiona opts  to be an overweight, green princess instead of the raven haired beauty.

As an adult, I don't feel that my constant wearing of a mermaid fin when I was six made me less aware of myself as a woman.  My refusal to eat apples given to me by my stepmother or my fascination with riding horses, side saddle in a long skirt, didn't result in any lifelong psychological damage.  And maybe the Disney princesses taught me something else about life that we deny focusing on because we are too blinded by their exhibition of beauty; life has a lot of challenges, and in order to live the dream, whatever that dream may be, you do have to work at it.  And as for finding a prince? Yes, you do have to kiss a few frogs.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

This Dark Road to Mercy by Wiley Cash



Growing up, football was a constant in my life, not only for the lessons I gleaned but also because of the special connection that it allowed between me and my dad. We were good friends, but football was, at times, our way of communicating.

When reading This Dark Road to Mercy by Wiley Cash, I couldn't help but associate with twelve-year-old Easter Quillby. Baseball is her game, Sammy Sosa her favorite player, and although her father, Wade Chesterfield, had left her and her younger sister when she was nine, now he’s back, and baseball may be the thing that brings them together. Both are keenly following the 1998 race between Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire to break Roger Maris' long standing record of sixty-one home runs in a season. But Easter is reluctant to let him back into her life so easily. Wade, a washed-up former semi-pro pitcher, has brought back a lot of baggage — most of it stuffed with stolen money.

The Sosa-McGwire race provides an excellent backdrop for the story and grounds the reader in time.  The baseball analogies are not lost on the non-sport minded readers. But the book is not about baseball.  It is about love and forgiveness and the power of family.

Wiley Cash
 In his first novel, A Land More Kind Than Home, Cash proved his ability to create flawed but endearing characters, and he continues this in This Dark Road to Mercy. Easter and her younger sister, Ruby, who recently lost their mother and are living in a foster home when Wade reenters their lives, will steal readers’ hearts -- Easter with her prepubescent pragmatism and six year old Ruby with her desire to please and be loved. But as he did in A Land More Kind Than Home, it is the father characters, the men who are far from perfect yet prove that they are willing to take care of their own, that won my respect and admiration.

Wade Chesterfield is a loser. He gave up the legal rights to his children and must 'steal' them in the night to be with them. He has no job, no home and no plan. Pruitt, a ruthless hired hitman seeking revenge, is chasing him.  Yet, Wade desperately wants to make things right with his daughters, even though he has placed them in unnecessary danger. To atone for his past, or because he truly loves them? -- that is for each reader to decide. I found myself rooting for Wade; a complex character who did so much wrong trying to be right.

Another father character that Cash introduces us to is Brady Weller. Brady is the court appointed guardian of Easter and Ruby who is trying to find and, in his mind, save them from their father.  He vows to protect the girls, and again the reader is forced to decide whether it is to make up for his own failures or if his motivation is simply about the girls' well-being. Brady has his own demons — he’s struggling with his past and is desperately trying to save his relationship with his own daughter.

With straightforward storytelling, narrative that flows effortlessly and characters that are hard to forget, Wiley Cash has quickly become one of my favorite authors, and I can't wait for his next book. And the next, and the next. 

AND, although I do love the novels by Wiley Cash, I have a bit of a home-girl crush on his brother thanks to this video.  Wiley answers questions about his books---Cliff Cash steals the show! If you watch nothing else today, watch this!



This Dark Road to Mercy by Wiley Cash, publication date January 28, 2014. Pre-order your copy now at Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, or your local bookstore.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

One Book Instead of Ten



There is a game floating around Facebook where you are supposed to name 10 books that have influenced your life in some way. Of course, the usual offenders are on most lists, Great Expectations, The Great Gatsby, Hemingway, Faulkner, C.S. Lewis, The Bronte sisters, anything from Ancient Greece, and some of those would be on my list as well. But, every time I see these 'lists' on Facebook, one book comes to mind.  It's not what you would expect.
Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi. 

Okay, stick with me here.  Yes, this is a true crime account of the Manson family, full of cults and blood and murder and crime. It even had pictures. It wasn't the 'eloquent prose' or the 'attention to detail' or the 'use of metaphor', using some of the wonderful reasons some have listed on their Facebook lists, that got me, though. It was much more than that.

I was ten years old, I was sick and had to stay home from school for a week by myself. I waited until my mother went to work and I dug through her romance novels and to my delight, there was a book, stuck in the bottom of her book drawer. Since it was at the bottom of the book drawer, I definitely wasn't supposed to see it. But I did. And I spent a week, after my mother went to work, reading about the horror that the Manson family rained on Southern California in the late sixties.

Great reading for a ten year old at home alone. But I was determined: my first real 'adult book' and 500 pages! I had to look a lot of the words up in a dictionary. I had nightmares for several weeks. I couldn't get the images out of my mind. Even during the day, I sometimes imagined myself at the crime scene and would become terrified.  My mother had no idea why I was suddenly afraid to sleep alone some nights, and of course I couldn't tell.

So why was it so 'special'?

It was after reading that book that I realized that words on paper, books, could actually teach you things, they could transport you to different places, the scenes, mixed with a healthy imagination, could, at times, seem more real than life. It was that book that got me interested in this 'other world'---the world of books. So yes, although I have, over the years, been on Long Island with Gatsby, went fishing with Hemingway, fought battles with Hektor and witnessed the love between Heathcliff and Catherine, it was through Helter Skelter, that I learned that I could go to those other places. It wasn't that the book itself was so wonderful or profound, but it taught me that books could be. 

It was the beginning of my 'new' life, my 'other' life---the life of a reader.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Short on Halloween! Two Sentence Stories and TRILLER: a Short Film/Video

My son had a great idea for Halloween week: the two sentence horror story. We put out the word and had a great response, so much so that I thought it was worthy of sharing. If you  like some of these, visit their website or their facebook page, please give a shout out in the comments, or add one of your own.

Me-The dull eyes of his severed head stared up at me from the water. "I didn't realize you would float," I said, "but they'll never find the other pieces."

Toby Neal She woke, hung over, and shuffled into the kitchen after discovering she was out of aspirin. She opened the coffee can, and it was empty.

Mark Newbold A sharp pain in her right eye roused her from sleep, tiny stiff fingers were pulling frantically at her eyelid. The Harlequin marionette normally dangling akimbo on her bed post was lying prone at her side.

Darren Rome Leo Michele Bachman is president. Palin is VP.

Theron Tatum Her bags where pack, her finger nails were still in his back. He had a black eye he won that fight, so much complaining, she had to die.

Jamie Bruno Grandmother snatched the trapdoor under the kitchen table, fixing me with a liquid eye as old boards screamed. "Little boys who can't keep their mouths shut will have plenty of time to bawl in here."

Ben Ditmars She drank blood from her favorite wine glass, looking at his body on the floor. It wasn't the best first date she could remember, but it was close.

Michelle Berthiaume Darkness like a cancer spread through the house peeling back the cracked plaster of the flesh-colored walls, exposing her breasts in the moonlight peering in through a crack in the heavy, red-linen drapes. Soundlessness filled the room where Kelly lay sprawled, as death crept silently into her dreams, pushing back the soft folds of consciousness with the edge of the blade used to peel open oysters from their sanctuary. Fyrecurl@wordpress.com

William Teague Just a routine colonoscopy. As I came out of the twilight sedation I looked up to find myself in the hands of two hideous creatures placing my insides on a crystal operating table.

Jo Ann Eby true events can sometimes make the best scary stories.... As the storm moved out of the area, she settled in for a good night"s sleep. There was nothing else to do. Lightening had knocked off the electricity/ After falling into a deep sleep, she was awakened by a blood curdling scream and a gun shot. Terrified, she lay very still in her bed trying to remember if she had locked the door. Then she realized the electric had come back on and the tv was on.

Jo Ann Eby It was getting dark so she chose to take the short cut through a grove of trees to get to her destination quicker. Being careful to not slip and fall and tumble down the hill to the highway below , she stepped carefully hearing every little noise along the way. Suddenly, a big shadow jumps out in front of her. She screams before realizing the shadow was her own.

Adam Zobel The strangely silent breakfast continued until finally my father lowered his newspaper and reached for his coffee. Adrenaline shot a burning taste into my mouth as I realized that my father was not my father, but a clown, and my mother as she finally turned, was not my mother.

Justin Bogdanovitch Her fingernails raked across the chalkboard.
"Class, this is my detention," said Mrs. Appelbaum, who never met a child she couldn't make cry, and loved the challenge.
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Rob Greene It was a dark and stormy night at the Tea Party headquarters. Suddenly, a thought rang out. www.rwwgreene.com

Joan Raymond Around midnight, only the flickering of the TV lit the room as the cat curled next to me on the couch. Scratching noises behind the mini blinds sent a chill down my spine when I realized I’d never be able to shut the window in time. http://joanraymondwriting.wordpress.com

Ann Wertz Garvin Bankruptcy. Pregnant.

Rob Greene I peered blearily up at the naked redneck, the mullet that had seemed so attractive at the bar now looking like a horse's beshitted tail. "Dang rubber broke," he said.
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Ted Flanagan The twin boys looked up at their father, and said: "Chuck E. Cheese, please."

  Michelle Berthiaume Didn't I just do this already, she thought. Then, suddenly Kelly said do it again. Oooiiiii. Fyrecurl@wordpress.com

Roxie Herman DEAD SILENCE The street was dark and empty, the blade so sharp she didn't feel it slice through her throat; but she watched, fascinated, as the blood spurted over her fingers. He waited until her eyes rolled back, then slowly walked around the corner shedding his jacket and gloves.

Jerry Ludlum The moon was full and the night was cool. I felt a presence then the boney hand touched my shoulder.

Jay Kendall Mcbee Jesus wept. Blood.

Sandy Keith I was throwing a lit cherry bomb out of my car into a group trick or treaters and forgot to roll down the glass.. Great balls of fire.
 
Cynthia Meyers-Hanson I went to bed after I bumped my head. Even though I was conscious that it was raining and pouring, I never fully woke, again. http://mchanson714.weebly.com/

But why stop at stories? Below is an original short film/music video by my good friend Sam King. Check it out then tweet him at @SK4mc and let him know you loved it!