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Fi's Five Favorite Fictional Beginnings #5: Dracula

12/31/2013

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Happy New Year, everyone! To celebrate the beginning of 2014, a very big year for me, with my first two, count ‘em, two novel releases coming up, I’m dedicating the month of January to my favorite beginnings in fiction.

Unfortunately, I had to bar all TV opening credits sequences from this list to keep them from taking it over completely. Sorry X-Files, Pinky and the Brain, and Batman: The Animated Series, you know I love you, but I’m only talking about beginnings that are part of the story here.

That leaves, in the number five spot, Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

As is the case more often than not, I’m talking about the book here, in this case, a book that’s spawned a whole lot of interpretations that in no way do it justice. If you haven’t read the original, here’s how it goes:

Jonathan Harker is sent to the Transylvanian castle home of Count Dracula, his first real client as a brand new lawyer, to advise him on English real estate law. Dracula keeps delaying Jonathan’s departure, acting increasingly suspicious until finally abandoning him to his vampire minions.
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Sorry, it was either this or a Twilight joke.
Jonathan barely escapes home, marries his fiancée, Mina, and the two of them learn of other vampiric goings-on, including the turning of Mina’s friend, Lucy. They join the small group of humans, led by the vampire hunter, Van Helsing, working to stop Dracula’s plot to invade and infest England.

And as I’ve mentioned before, this is where things go downhill.

Van Helsing monologues endlessly about nothing for most of the rest of the book like the self-insert he is, leads the plot around in long, pointless circles, and does his damndest to keep more likeable characters, like Jonathan and Mina, out of it as much as he possibly can, especially Mina (yes, because she's a woman). Not even Dracula biting her to sow discord in the group and accidentally giving her a psychic window into his head, the only chance they have of tracking him down, is enough to allow any of them to steal any uninsulting time in the spotlight away from Van Helsing ever again.

…Wait, maybe this wasn’t the best example to start the year on.

Sorry, guys, nothing meant by it. I’m sure we’ll all have a fine 2014 from beginning to end, but being a horror geek, most of my favorite beginnings are at least this ominous in one way or another, and there was no way I could do this topic without including this one. The beginning itself really is that cool (probably a large part of why I’m so personally disappointed by the rest), so let’s get back to the good stuff.
Dracula is epistolary, and it begins with Jonathan’s journal entries during his stay in the castle, which are Gothic horror at its very finest. There’s a perfect slow-but-not-too-slow build of dread as Jonathan goes from being in awe of having his first big job in his field, to mildly anxious about the reasonable-seeming delays, to praying that the journal will somehow make it back to Mina if he slips and falls trying to escape out of his window or gets surrounded and drained by the three vampire women who roam the castle by night.

Through all of it, there’s a very strange, sad humor in how Jonathan can’t seem to find a way to accuse Dracula directly of holding him prisoner in a sufficiently polite Victorian English gentlemanly way.

While many of the beginnings on this list are here because of how well they set up their respective stories, I’ll always wish Jonathan Harker’s escape from Dracula’s castle had simply been a story unto itself. To the extent that it is, it’s a great one.

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Book Review: Divergent

12/29/2013

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Book Review:
Divergent
By Veronica Roth

Katherine Tegen Books, 2011

B-

The Basics:

In Tris’s dystopian world, society is divided into five factions, based on reverence for courage, selflessness, intelligence, peacefulness, or honesty. People choose their lifelong factions at sixteen, after a test intended to predict where they would fit best. Tris’s test results come back inconclusive, offering no help in her decision to stay with her family or go her own way, and when she begins to learn about the mounting tension between the factions, she realizes that this may be the least of the trouble her results cause her.

The Downside:

If that premise sounds like you’re going to have to read the book to make sense of it, sorry, no, that isn’t going to help. It really makes that little sense. How did these factions form? Well, apparently, whatever government existed at the time agreed unanimously that it wasn’t religion or imbalances of resources or any of the other usual culprits that were causing wars; it was the human personality itself. Then they divided into factions based on what they thought the biggest problem with the human personality was, and somehow this all but eliminated conflict, rather than intensifying it, at least until Tris’s time.

On top of the psychological symbolism eclipsing all possible worldbuilding logic with its prominence, Tris also goes out of her way to explain the symbolic significance of everything she does, just in case we missed it. Even with all that help, it’s not easy to understand her. She’s regularly stricken with random alternating fits of heroism, callousness and despair that don’t lead into one another in any intuitive way and certainly don’t explain the reputation for unflappability she acquires among the other characters. One can only assume it has something to do with the fact that they’re all even more inscrutable and unpredictable than she is.

The Upside:

In spite of everything quantifiably bad about this book, I couldn’t help enjoying it. Yes, I’m going to see the movie. Yes, I’m already reading the second one in the series.

The action, as well as being frequent (which is common), is also immersively well described (which is not). Most importantly, it’s got guts, figuratively speaking. From the very first broken-backed redshirt, there’s a real, effective sense of high-stakes suspense that’s skillfully played for all it’s worth. People get hurt, they do bad things, they die, and when they do, it’s not ignored or explained away or emotionally undercut by whatever means necessary, just because it’s YA and some author thought that teenagers’ heads would be a safe and happy place to work for some reason. Almost every time I expected Veronica Roth to flinch and look away, she surprised me, and I have to respect that.

I debated a long time over the grade on this one. There are so many reasons it deserves worse, but I couldn’t bring myself to give less than a B- to something that gave me so much (mostly intentional) entertainment.


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Fi's Fictional Christmas Wishes Part 5: Souvenirs

12/23/2013

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(For more fictional Christmas wishes, check out my lists of tickets, fashion, food, and gadgets, and Matt’s list on the same topic on his blog)

Merry Christmas, everyone! Well, almost Christmas, which means there’s time left for just a little more hopeless wishing for miscellaneous stuff too cool to find under the tree tomorrow!

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A Holophoner

This instrument from Futurama doesn’t just play music, it projects holographic images to match, allowing one person to create whole music videos and even operas. As an opera/musical lover and, let’s face it, a writer with plenty of the hermitish, non-team-player neuroses that word conjures up, I want one. I can’t promise I could write and play a whole opera; holophoners are supposed to take a lot of practice and concentration to play, and I don’t have the clearest visual imagination, but I’ll bet I could pick out “The Happy Snail” by ear (and eye).

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The Shadow of the Wind

Not the one pictured above, not the worldwide bestseller by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, although that’s nice too. I want the book-within-the-book of the same name by Julian Carax. I don’t know what it’s about. No one does. There are almost no details in the real life book about it except that it’s a can’t-put-it-down, finish-in-one-night, have-to-read-it-again-rather-than-say-goodbye-to-the-characters, must-find-everything-else-this-author-ever-wrote-right-now sort of read. It’s a book that will make you leap to its defense when you find out someone pretending to be its villain has been trying to erase its existence, while being secretly thrilled to find it leaking into your real life in such a way. What more do you need to know?

Larry Finkelstein’s would-be debut album

This is another piece of art that doesn’t exist, but unlike The Shadow of the Wind, we do get to sample a little piece of this one through the fictional world it exists in. In the episode of Dharma and Greg, “Papa Was Almost a Rolling Stone,” Dharma finds some old recordings from her father’s days as a ’70s folk rock singer/songwriter and tries to find out why he gave it up so she can convince him to give it another shot. It turns out that he stopped when Dharma was born because the excuse of being a father spared him admitting to people that he hadn’t been able to break through professionally, but he finally pulls out his guitar again and plays this last song he wrote, about Dharma’s birth, and it’s beautiful. I think so, anyway, and I want to hear the rest of the album.

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Fi's Fictional Christmas Wishes Part 4: Gadgets

12/21/2013

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(For more fictional Christmas wishes, check out Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3, and the list of the same topic on Matt's blog)

I got fashion, Matt gets gadgets. Not that I wouldn’t love to find these toys under the tree…

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Videogame health pack (or several gross thereof)

It doesn’t matter which game, as long as it’s one of the many with health packs that will heal anything completely and instantly (no Amazon Trail first aid kits, please). The only problem is the uncomfortably weighty question of when to use them, since hopefully I won’t have critical plasma burns too often in my life. If they’re not the kind that vanish if you don’t use them fast enough, please bring me enough to keep me writing until I’m eighty with a few to blow on skipping the odd Christmas flu!

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Pensieve

Harry may not understand what Dumbledore’s talking about when he describes having too many thoughts in his head all at once, but what writer doesn’t? A pensieve (and the necessary magical ability to move memories around) allows you to store distracting thoughts and memories for later. I might not use it much for that; the idea of being cut off from any information worries me a little whatever the benefits might be, but the pensieve also allows you to look at those thoughts and memories from a fresh, third person perspective. In other words, I could beta read for myself! Oh, uh, and gain insights about my life too, I guess.

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Batman cowl with detective vision

This was a tossup between fashion and gadgets, but here it is. Not that the Batman cowl isn’t inherently awesome-looking, but the Arkham videogame version is all about the gadgetry. In fact, if I could get it in the form of sunglasses for everyday use, that would be even better. Detective vision isn’t just infrared and X-ray, it highlights exits, weapons, electronics, and, most importantly, plot points. Most of the time, anyway. In my Marge Simpson-esque lameness, I can’t help looking at that technology and imagining myself standing in the kitchen, wondering how to open a novelty box of cookies or where I dropped that steak knife and whipping this on to find out and move forward with my objective.

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Fi's Fictional Christmas Wishes Part 3: Food

12/17/2013

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(For more fictional Christmas wishes, check out Part 1, Part 2, and the list of the same topic on Matt's blog)

What's a holiday without a little gorging? Here are the fictional treats I want to indulge in this Christmas morning!
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Vianne Rocher’s hot chocolate recipe

What’s better than a mug of hot chocolate on a cold Christmas day? A mug of hot chocolate that can make Judy Dench ask, “You’re sure you didn’t put booze in that?” Chocolat is one of the stories I can count on my fingers that I actually prefer in its movie form that its book one, but in both versions, the spirit-lifting properties of Vianne’s chili-spiked chocolate are legendary, and I’m not brave enough to throw chili and Ovaltine haphazardly together without her guidance in the hopes of reproducing the effect.

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Fizzing Whizbees

Candy in the Christmas stockings has been tradition in my parents’ house for most of my life. To make it special, my Australian mother makes one special overseas order a year for the candies she grew up with. As a result, sherbet abounds. I’d like to take tradition a step further with these sherbet balls that cause levitation and euphoria, thanks to the venom of a Rowling-ized Australian insect. If only the truth were so much fun.

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Raktajino

Wait, did I ask what could be better than hot chocolate on the morning after the sleepless night that is Christmas Eve? (Yes, even as a childless adult, I have trouble getting more than a couple hours.) I don’t know about you, but low spirits aren’t going to be the problem I’ll be looking to a hot drink to fix. Raktajino is Klingon coffee, and considering that Klingon wine is several times stronger than whiskey, I can only imagine the lift this’ll give you. Best of all, unlike most things Klingon, people of all species apparently find it more than palatable.

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Gingerbread House of Horrors 2013: Zombie Siege

12/15/2013

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Well, here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the Carter Family Gingerbread House of Horrors 2013!

You can also check out years 2011 and 2012 on Matt's blog here.

This year, our most ambitious yet, the poor gingerbread people are in the midst of a zombie siege.
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So how does such a beautiful atrocity come about? Well, first, Matt makes a blueprint.
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Then I bake a whole lot of gingerbread, cut out the pieces, mix up some cement-like royal icing, and watch him put his vision together.
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This time with the structural support of some Costco shakers of chili powder. Guess I won't be making any more hotwings this year.
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Geometry in motion! Meanwhile I frost up some nice, ugly gray gingerdead men. Get it?
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Windows boarded up with wafer cookies were my idea, Matt's fine execution.
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Time to frost and decorate. These two enterprising fellows on the roof have repurposed the Christmas lights into a distress signal. Also, the chimney is a Three Musketeers bar. Yum.
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On the second tier of roof, our hero fends off the more agile, climbing zombies with his adorable candy crowbar.
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One of his friends wasn't so lucky. There's a frenzy for his Twizzler innards, while a poorly printed Peeps snowman looks on cheerfully.
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Oh no, the wafers on the door were too light and flaky and delicious! They're getting in!
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More more of the gingery undead shuffle in past the Christmas tree. The bonfire in the corner of the yard still burns, from when our gingerbread folk still thought they could burn them all. You can just make out the M&M buttons and gray icing skin of one of the fallen between the chocolate-filled cappuccino stick yule logs. In fact, those flames might be getting a little out of control...
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And that's how you make a Gingerbread House of Horrors, folks!
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Book Review: Leviathan

12/15/2013

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Book Review:

Leviathan

By Scott Westerfeld

Simon Pulse, 2009

A-

(Click here to order)
The Basics:

In a steampunk alternate WWI timeline, Prince Aleksander of Austria is in hiding from his own people after his parents’ assassination, running across Europe in an armored, walking war machine with a tiny band of loyalists. Deryn Sharp is hiding her age and gender so she can serve aboard the Leviathan, a genetically engineered hydrogen-breathing whale, one of the best of the British Airforce’s living, lighter-than-air crafts. Hiccups in both their plans force Alek and Deryn, their people, and their technology to work together to survive.

The Downside:

The children’s book styling of much of Leviathan combined with the world war scope of the action gives the story a dispassionate distance at times. The events are much bigger than Alek and Deryn, whose critical contributions often feel unnoticed and haphazard. Most of the crew of the Leviathan is fairly faceless, and the characters respond emotionally to some instances of violence while taking full-scale battles in stride with the caprice of a Star Trek crew.

The Upside:

For the most part, the juxtaposition of beautiful illustrations with YA-level violence, coming-of-age angst, and political intrigue works in the same way the steampunk elements do, by combining past with present and future, nostalgia with speculation and depth. Deryn is another of the cool, unapologetic, thoroughly uninsulting female heroes Westerfeld does so well, and Alek’s transition from a heavily sheltered kid from a powerful and loving family, to an orphaned political pawn, to a heroic decision maker in his own right makes it impossible for me to choose between them which perspective I look forward to more.

It takes more than half the book for the two of them to end up in the same place at the same time, but once they do, the intimacy of character drama that was missing from much of the book, particularly on the Leviathan side of things, does arrive. I can’t wait to read on in the series from here.

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Fi's Fictional Christmas Wishes Part 2: Fashion

12/10/2013

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(For more fictional Christmas wishes, check out Part 1 and the list of the same topic on Matt's blog)

I'm getting girly for part 2 of my fictional Christmas wish list! Here are items I want but can't have in my wardrobe come Christmas morning!

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Catwoman’s magic trip-proof heels

They have to be magic. I refuse to believe that fighting and/or committing criminal mischief effectively in stilettos is a power shared by all super women, however un-powered or untrained they may otherwise be. Therefore, the power must lie in the shoes. These beauties will add six to eight inches to your height and give you that sexy, femme fatale sway in your step, while in no way impairing your ability to run, jump, walk, or stand for extended periods of time.

Catwoman’s costume color will work with any outfit, and we know her pair has to be good. Not only can this non-superpowered woman maneuver in them with ease, she can do it silently. That’s sort of her thing. Anyone who’s ever worn real world heels (or worked in an office with someone who does) knows that’s a hell of a feature. And if Santa’s feeling extra generous, I could sure feel nice and secure walking those unfamiliar alleys to job interviews in the sharpened version from The Dark Knight Rises.

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Hermione Granger’s on-the-run purse (with undetectable extension charm)

I’ve wanted this purse, the one that can safely carry anything without getting bigger or heavier, since before it was written into fictional existence. Probably since around the time I had to buy a bigger purse so I could carry Order of the Phoenix around with me. Nowadays I keep a careful limit on how large any new purse I buy is allowed to be, specifically to avoid the chiropractor visits my giant hardcover-friendly one caused. My kindle does a lot to aid my resolve on this matter, but I’ll never stop yearning for the accessory that allows me to have all the real books, real notepads, pens, pepper spray, giftcards of uncertain amounts, and loose change I could want at my fingertips.

And what do I say to the argument that Hermione got the idea from Mary Poppins? I say Mary could learn from Hermione’s fashion sense.

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Shoshanna Dreyfus’s red premier dress

This one has no magical properties, stated or implied. This is just a dress, perfect for walking the red carpet, shooting entitled would-be rapists in the stomach, setting high ranking Nazi officials on fire, putting out said fires with gasoline, and generally looking even more badass while doing it than one otherwise might, and I want it. So there.

Hey, the category is fashion, after all.

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To Negatively Review or Not to Negatively Review? This Author and Reader's Infinitive-Splitting Perspective

12/7/2013

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Whether or not it’s right to give negative book reviews is a topic I’ve seen debated among bloggers with surprising heat. As a reader, author, and blogger of (mostly positive) reviews, I figured I ought to weigh in here.

Brace yourselves or click away, it’s lit rant time!

Quite frankly, I think the fact that this debate exists smacks of the worst of what my generation has to offer, and as proudly as I’ll defend all things youthful and modern much of the time, this assumption that making positive feedback unconditional can do anything but render it meaningless makes me want to never, ever stop apologizing.

(Take that, infinitive!)

I’ll admit I’ve only been on the reader’s side of this specific issue so far. My first novel has not yet hit even advance reviewer’s desks, and I know that when it does, part of me will be praying that the ones who hate it will somehow forget to mention it to the general public. I know that when the first bad reviews do rear their heads, there will be tears and tantrums (private ones, safely muffled by my bathroom door).

But I also know, more than I want the bad reviews to go unnoticed, I want the good reviews to be real. I want people to say they loved my book because they did, not because they want to get some blog hits out of the hours they spent slogging through it and believe love is the only acceptable form a review can take. I want the good reviews to be something that future readers can trust, not the anemic, lukewarm, painfully polite praise I’ve heard for books I’ve then found to be every imaginable level of awful.

I don’t ever want to want to have to wonder if that’s what I am.

So why is my average book review rating on this blog a B+ then? I couldn’t believe that figure when I added it up.

I consider myself a fairly picky reader. As both a writer and an English major, I tend to read for flaws and patterns more than most. I analyze. I like to be able to explain why something does or doesn’t work for me. Knowing how the tricks are done sometimes makes it hard for me to enjoy a book that’s just by-the-numbers competent and okay. I want something special that makes me want to think and talk about it for weeks. Every new book I open, I’m hoping for the next Harry Potter or Hunger Games. I want to be blown away, and I rarely am.

Me, giving away a B+ on average? That couldn’t be right. I spent some time digging through my reviews and what I must have been thinking at the time, and the answer surprised me. 

Am I dishonest? Are my ratings inflated by a subconscious fellow-author-coddling instinct? No, at least, not in the way you might think. It’s true that I often read books that are a little outside my usual field of interest because I’ve had some contact with the author or was intrigued by his/her social media platform. When this is the case, I do feel the weight of often being one of the earliest reviewers, one whose words may actually make an appearance when future potential readers consider the book, and I’m extra careful not to let myself take whatever problems I have with the genre in general out on this innocent book and author in particular.

It’s not their fault I decided to take the plunge, knowing that I’m not much of a title romance/tech thriller/what-have-you buff. I remind myself that a target audience exists that I am not necessarily part of, and I do my best to assess as fairly and objectively as I can how well the book does what it sets out to do.

But these occasions when the grade I consider fair may exceed my personal satisfaction with a book aren’t the real reason for my high average.

I’ve realized my average is high because I’m a picky reader.

I read slowly, absorbing every detail of story and prose I can. I write, blog, and work a day job, so my reading time is very carefully scheduled and rationed, enough to keep me sharp, up-to-date in the world of fiction, and well-stocked with potential influence and inspiration, but not enough to become an excuse not to do whatever I’m urgently supposed to be doing.

I do not spend my reading time lightly. I do often find myself finishing an okay book and giving it an okay grade because I invested a lot of time hoping it would turn out better than okay and then decided I’d come too far to cut my losses. I’d rather read one okay book than twenty okay first chapters. But when it becomes clear to me that the book I’m reading is worse than okay, nine times out of ten I put it down and go back to looking for something great.

And I don’t review books I haven’t finished.

So how does a book pry a negative review out of me? Three ways.

1: By being so hilariously bad that I get enough unintentional enjoyment out of it to make me want to read it all.

2: By convincing me I like it for most of the ride and then having an unforgivable ending.

3: By being so wildly popular or well known among people I have a lot in common with that I feel compelled to know what the fuss is all about, from beginning to end, even after I can tell I don’t like it. This is the most frequent way.

So there you have it. Yes, I believe in negative reviews. But it’s not my job to read everything there is to read so I can police its quality. I'm not a full time reviewer. I review because I read, not the other way around. I don’t have the time or desire to read vast amounts of what I don’t like. If I happen to finish a book I feel deserves a negative review for one of the above reasons, you’ll most certainly get to read about it here.

The rest of the time, I’m much happier sharing what I discover of the good and the great that fiction has to offer.

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Fi's Fictional Christmas Wishes Part 1: Tickets To...

12/3/2013

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Happy holiday season!

As one might expect, following our Thanksgiving-and-day-job-layoff-inspired November lists of five fictional jobs we’re thankful we can’t have, the Titchenell-Carter house, like many, is now entering a somewhat restrained Christmas shopping season this year.

Not to worry! As with most everything we do, Matt and I are observing the tradition of wishing for things we can’t have with special gusto, resulting in our December five part series of the fictional items on our Christmas lists! (You can follow his list on his blog here).

First of all, Santa, please bring me tickets to…

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Hogsmeade

I know I’m far from the only person who’d love to take a holiday vacation here, and there will  be no shortage of other items from the Harry Potter universe on this month’s list, but I’d be lying if I said this one didn’t make the cut.

Hogsmeade is a magical, quiet-yet-touristy village in the fictional universe I’ve spent more time vicariously living in than any other, the one that defined my childhood, and it’s said, in winter, to look like the cover of a Christmas card. Sounds like the best place short of home to be during the holidays.

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The Knowledgeum

This trip I can take when the festivities are over. I’m a museum lover with a childlike fascination with science exhibits. The Knowledgeum is probably based at least partly on the California Science Center, which I’m lucky enough to have within day trip range in the real world, but unlike pretty much everything else in the Simpsons universe, parody actually makes the Knowledgeum look cooler instead of horrifying. I may not be brave enough to walk the Velcro ceiling, but I’ll play the sex ed videogame!

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The Duras sisters, possibly at the opera? Sorry, this one was hard to find a picture for.
A Klingon opera

I have a love hate relationship with the Klingons, but I have no doubt at all that they do opera right. For all their faults, they’re romantics at heart, and no one can say they lack passion. Klingons bring a Shakespearean, Tolkienian vibe to every Trek episode they’re involved in. In short, they know epic. I want to see a story of that spirit set to an appropriately classically epic soundtrack. Plus, Klingon’s a great, consonant-heavy language that won’t get lost in all the extended notes. Just let me reach conversational proficiency first!

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A (safe and supervised) writing workshop weekend with Annie Wilkes

No mutilation allowed, and I shall arrive will all my existing work backed up to every offsite storage service known to man, but I’d love to see if I could make this bookworm’s heart leap. Misery is one of my favorite movies to watch when I need to get inspired and in the mood, and the book does an even better job of exploring how Annie’s uneducated but often insightful judgment of popcorn fiction helps sharpen Paul Sheldon’s skills and revive his artistic passion.

What do you say we get a bunch of writers together and go on a retreat with her (and some armed security guards)? We can do short story competitions! If only I knew she read YA Sci-Fi….

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