England Retrospective: Part One

My family visited England and France during my sophomore year of high school. It was my first trip outside the United States. We stayed in London and Paris. Both cities were beautiful, but I wound up preferring London, mostly because I knew more about English history. I explored the Tower of London, saw A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe, and even managed to go to Wimbledon. (My dad and I are longtime tennis fans.)

That was over a decade ago. In the meantime, I completed a degree in English Literature and wrote two novels set in a fantasy version of London. So when my grandmother approached me about going on a tour of the English countryside, I was quick to accept. There was still so much of England I hadn’t seen in person. (There still is, sadly!)

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Kensington Gardens

We began our tour in London, in July of 2014. We stayed in a hotel near Kensington Gardens, next to Hyde Park, and I had my first indelible moment there—one of those instants where time freezes because your mind is racing to commit it to memory. As I wandered beneath the towering trees, surrounded by every possible shade of green, I was flooded with a familiar sense of awe. I was in London again, a place with so much history (and so much foliage, compared to my desert home). I was following in the steps of Londoners from centuries ago, to say nothing of monarchs like Queen Victoria.

That’s when I came upon Kensington Palace, which houses an exhibit about Victoria. Somehow I had forgotten the palace was her childhood home (much to my writerly shame!). A statue of her even graces the walk toward the exhibit. It was carved from a model made by her daughter, Princess Louise.

Princess Louise's statue of her mother, Victoria. Also, a cute family of ducks!

Princess Louise’s statue of her mother. Also, a family of ducks!

In case it isn’t obvious, Victoria is my favorite monarch, from my favorite period in history. She’s complicated and fascinating (and so much more than the stereotypical image of a stuffy old widow in a black dress). The exhibit at Kensington Palace pays tribute to every stage of her life. I saw sketches she drew as a little girl, and wandered through the rooms where she grew up. I saw her wedding dress, along with many gifts from her beloved husband Prince Albert—including my favorite piece, a bracelet with heart-shaped charms representing each of their nine children.

Queen Victoria's Wedding Dress

Victoria’s Wedding Dress

Victoria's Charm Bracelet

Victoria’s Charm Bracelet

Queen Victoria is special. She’s part of the history I love most: the oh-so-contradictory Victorians, a mixed-up crowd of moralists and reformers and inventors and imperialists. They’re gray in the extreme, yet so many of them viewed their lives in black and white—including Victoria herself. It was a thrill for me to experience even a sliver of that part of history in person, and a wonderful surprise for my first day in England.

Next came our journey into the English countryside… But that’s for another post!

The Best Holiday in Fiction

So, about Christmas… I could wax poetic for today’s post, enumerate in detail all of the reasons why I love the holiday. I’m guessing you’ve heard them before: family, presents, twinkling lights, gingerbread cookies, etc.

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Instead, I want to talk about why I love to read about Christmas in fiction. Christmas scenes are one of my favorite things to read in a novel. (When appropriate to the setting, of course!)

Why? There are lots of reasons, but here are a few key ones:

  1. Setting – Let’s be honest, I’m all about a pretty set piece. So the chance to read about characters interacting amid a backdrop of falling snow and evergreen boughs and flickering candlelight is always welcome. I like beautiful settings, and the aesthetics surrounding Christmas are gorgeous, sometimes even breathtaking. This point leads nicely into…
  2. Victoriana – I’m obsessed with the nineteenth century, and many of the tropes we associate with Christmas come from that time period. So it’s no surprise that my love for the Victorians extends to the yuletide season. I still watch some film version of The Christmas Carol every year, even if it’s just the Mickey Mouse one. I would venture to say that it’s my favorite story by Dickens. Classic Victoriana with a dash of gothic flair? Yes, please!
  3. Sentiment – Christmas is indeed pretty. It’s also a perfect catalyst for all kinds of emotion, in stories and life. Family members are crammed into close quarters. The year is ending, making the time ripe for personal reflection… Not to mention all the drama of gift-getting and gift-receiving! Any time when people are likely to make wishes and confess secrets and interact with their fellow human beings with heightened emotion of any kind makes for great story fodder. Which, of course, I love to read.

These are just a few of the things that bolster my obsession with Christmas in novels. To conclude, then, here are a handful of my favorite stories with pivotal Christmas scenes or settings. (I just finished the last one, Clockwork Princess, a week ago. It has an adorable Christmas scene, along with plenty of Victorian goodness, buckets of angst, and quite possibly my favorite love triangle ever—and I say that as someone who is generally weary of love triangles in YA.)

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis

“A Christmas Carroll” by Leanna Renee Hieber

Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare

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Merry Christmas, everyone! And Happy New Year.

 

The Plot Versus Character Conundrum

So I’ve been thinking about something. When my friends and I talk about books or movies or TV shows, why do we almost never mention plot? For the most part, we only talk about characters—who was brave, who was sweet, who was strong, who was deliciously wicked or witty or angst-ridden. We don’t talk much about plot. If we do, it’s only in relation to what a specific moment revealed about the characters. “Oh man, that character was so cool when they did [x]!”

A lot of my favorite stories are criticized for not having much in the way of plot, or for a plot that drags too much. Take Game of Thrones, for example. I’ve heard multiple people say that A Song of Ice and Fire barely has a plot, that all George R. R. Martin does is write about interesting people who bump into each other and interact in unusual (and often bizarre or dramatic) ways. But the fans love it! We don’t care about tight plotting; we just want to find out what Arya or Tyrion or Daenerys or Jon Snow will do next. Because they’re fascinating characters, and we like them, and we love to watch interesting personalities collide.

As a story fan, I guess don’t care much about plot, per se. For me, character trumps everything else. And it seems like that holds true for most of my fellow story geeks. A story with a tense plot or exciting premise might catch my attention, but I’ll never fall in love with it unless it has an emphasis on character—specifically, on character interaction and character development. Maybe this is why some “page turners” don’t stick with me, or fail to catch my attention at all.

Honestly, this is a conundrum for writers. We are often told to write as tightly as possible, to cut any character interaction that isn’t essential to the main plot. It’s not bad advice, far from it. The last thing you want as a writer is to bore your readers, and risk losing their interest. But according to that rule, most of my favorite moments from books should have been shortened, or cut entirely.

In the end, this isn’t an “either/or” situation. A story can have an exciting plot and plenty of character interaction. One of the best solutions at a writer’s disposal is to combine the two. When a story focuses on interesting characters who make choices, and those choices reveal something about them, their character development becomes the plot. Often, boring stories are boring because they fail to connect plot and character, not because they need more of either element.

Still, this subject does give me pause when I write. I often wonder if I’ve included enough interaction between my characters, if I’ve revealed enough about them as individuals to catch the interest and affection of a reader like me. Ultimately, I try to write what I love to read—and to do it as efficiently and effectively as possible, without removing every fun moment from the story altogether.

And when in doubt, writers can always go for the Joss Whedon method. Just make your characters witty enough that no matter how action-packed the plot gets, the story has plenty of humorous dialogue that reveals what the characters really think about each other…

Make-Believe

When did I first start loving stories? As soon as I was old enough to act them out. When I was little, my sister and I played make-believe every day. We told stories for hours on end—sometimes with our dolls, sometimes wearing costumes and wielding props. These tales were filled with danger and excitement, and a bizarre amount of tragedy.

My sister and I enacted many a death scene. Our poor dolls suffered from all kinds of injuries—lost limbs, scarred faces. I went through a phase where my favorite doll was a constant invalid, usually from diseases I had read about in Victorian novels. (Scarlet fever was a favorite, for some reason!) My longsuffering grandmother often played the parts of villains from Disney movies, “kidnapping” my sister over and over so I could rescue her.

Yup, Disney movies. I was a kid in the nineties, during the height of the Disney Renaissance. I never grew out of it. Just a few weeks ago, I went to Disney World again. I can’t count how many times I’ve been to the various Disney theme parks. I did a report on Disneyland in the fifth grade, and I even tried to draw a guidebook, with reviews on all my favorite attractions.

Why? What’s so great about a commercialized theme park? And why do I love the Disney take on fairy tales, as sugary and simplistic as it is, when I enjoy darker stories just as much? I guess the best explanation comes from a phrase written on a plaque over the entrance to Disneyland. A phrase that as a kid, I read each time I entered the park, committing it to memory like some sort of prayer…

“Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.”

My love for Disneyland comes from my fascination with make-believe. Make-believe is about fairy tales, about fantasy and magic. It allows you to visit other times and places. It invites you to pretend to be someone else, a person who is both like and unlike you. In other words, make-believe is about stories. As a writer, I pretend to be my characters all the time, and try to imagine places I’ve never been. As a kid, I practiced that skill every day, by putting on a princess costume and waving around a plastic sword.

I still put on costumes sometimes. (More on that later!) I still watch cartoons. And I still go to Disneyland and watch the fireworks and sing along with hundreds of little girls while they pretend to be Queen Elsa, the newest Disney heroine— who is not searching for a prince*, and who is not powerless, but discovers a powerful magic inside herself.

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The Frozen Singalong at Disney’s Hollywood Studios. (Apologies for the poor photo quality!)

Basically, I’m still a huge kid on the inside. In a way, that’s part of my job. (That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it!) And as for those girls who sang in the audience? I’m excited to see what kind of stories they will share with us someday.

*Unlike her sister Anna, interestingly enough. But the intricacies of the plot of Frozen are a topic for another blog post.

So, Why Story?

I’ve wanted to write a post about this topic for a long time. This is the short version; I might expand later. Basically, I want to answer a simple question… Why am I so fascinated by stories, and fiction in particular?

The first part of the question is easy to answer. Humans are hard-wired to enjoy story. We crave the narrative form, even in nonfiction. It hooks us, holds our attention, and feels more personal than a basic repetition of facts. (I could go into more detail about this, but I’ll leave that for a later post.)

The second part of the question is harder. When it comes to stories, why do I prefer fiction? I think it comes down to two reasons: possibility and meaning. To a certain extent, stories about factual events are limited. They’re constrained by what actually happened, by the limits of the “real world.” I enjoy broader possibilities when it comes to story—infinite outcomes, unusual characters, different worlds.

Then there’s the issue of meaning. When it comes to factual events, there’s an element of randomness that can’t be avoided. Sometimes, things in life just happen. Fans of narrative nonfiction appreciate this; they feel that the “realness” of chance improves the story, making it authentic and unpredictable.

Personally, I prefer the orchestrated meaning of fiction: where the author chooses each outcome, as part of a larger narrative. A fictional story is an act of creation—intentional, constructed. Good fiction is a work of art; each detail is included for a reason. Generally, I read nonfiction to find out what happens. I read fiction to experience the author’s vision, to discover new thoughts and ideas to appreciate.

To sum up, I like real-life stories about interesting people… Olympic athletes, musicians, and so on. But I love stories about characters who do incredible things that no one in this world ever could. These stories are exciting, and expand my mind—but they also make me think, and give me courage, because the characters’ struggles still remind me of my own. Which means the conclusions they reach about their lives can also become meaningful to me.

I guess what I’m saying is, an epic story can make life more epic. I crave that feeling, but I also need it to keep living. I think Samwise Gamgee in The Two Towers said it best…

“Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.”