Archive for August, 2010

On book reviews

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

I’ve recently decided to start reviewing books again. This was kind of a spur-of-the moment decision. I got an email asking if I’d be interested, and shot back a “Why not?” before I remembered, “Oh yeah, I promised myself I’d never do that again.”

I started reviewing books for a fairly well-read newspaper as soon as I graduated with an undergrad degree in creative writing. The letters “B.A.”, I reasoned, made me perfectly capable of composing 500-word articles deeming a work worthy to be read or not. And so, for a few years, I composed a slew of what I thought were clever and thoughtful little critiques.

These days, when I get up the nerve to open my drawer full of old publications, I cringe at the sight of them.

Okay, they’re not all bad. Some are all right. But they’re certainly written by someone who has just spent four years in creative writing workshops, learning to ferret out everything that’s WRONG with a piece and line up these faults for all to see, like shamed prisoners en route to the guillotine.

Once I started to see what I was doing in my reviews, I gave up writing them. And I started to think hard about reviewing. What are reviews for? What makes a good reviewer? A poor one? I kept mulling this over as I published my first novel and watched the reviews crop up. A good one sent me flying (usually for celebratory chocolate). A scathing one left me inconsolable.

The thing is, we need book reviews. Especially now, when most newspapers have had their Books sections seriously trimmed or eliminated altogether. We need thoughtful reviewers to tell us where a book fits and who would enjoy it or not, and to give it context in the world. I don’t believe in praising books that don’t deserve it, but nor do I believe in slagging a book. I side with the editors who advise reviewers that if they can’t say anything nice, not to say anything at all. No reviews are almost as bad as negative ones, except it doesn’t tarnish a writer’s reputation.

And I think this is especially important now, when there are so few book reviews published — or at least, book reviews that get read by large numbers of readers. If an author gets slagged in one of, say, three reviews he gets, it could potentially take a toll on his career.

Maybe I’ve just gotten soft. But I’m okay with that. Now as I dip my toes back into the book reviewing waters, I’m feeling much more prepared for my role. Excited, even.

And you? Any thoughts on book reviews? I’d love to hear them.

On its way to a bookstore near you…

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

Finally! The long-awaited novel (well, long awaited by me, anyway) The Lost Souls of Island X, my sequel to The Ship of Lost Souls, has left its big old warehouse and is on its way to bookstores across the nation! Whee! Apparently, it will have reached all its destinations by mid-September, but someone (who may or may not be a blood relation) told me that her favourite Edmonton store promises to have it in by the end of August. So. Exciting.

And look! If you click here you can peruse part of the novel yourself, thanks to the good folks at HarperCollins Canada.

I’ll be launching the book in two lovely cities – Vancouver on September 24th and Edmonton on October 7th. Details to come. I’ll also be reading from it at Vancouver’s Word on the Street festival on September 26th. Details for that to come too.

I think it’s time to break out some champagne, no? Except it’s 8 am, so that would be a problem. Or rather, one might argue that I have a problem if I did that. A celebratory cupcake will have to do. It’s never too early for cupcakes.

The Emerald Isle

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

Wow. Where has the summer gone? It might be 30 degrees out today, but it feels like fall is coming. It smells like it. And there’s that certain kind of orangey light in the mornings and right before sunset. Before we know it we’ll be all about scarves and tuques. Which works well for me, because my travels through damp and chilly Ireland for the past weeks inspired a tuque-buying spree. At one point, my travel buddy Tara actually had to put a stop to it.

So my trip to Ireland? Wonderful. Gorgeous. I tromped across the countryside, befriending donkeys and marveling at all the different shades of green (cliched, but perfectly true), and felt so…so blessed to be able to hop on a plane and travel halfway around the world just to explore a new place. I sent out a little thank you to Hermes everyday. The god of travel, that is. Not the posh luggage company.

Highlights: the sheep. The donkeys. The green hills of Connemara and cliffs of Clare. Americanos brewed by The Bald Barista himself in Dublin. Discovering The Cujo Family, an amazing bluegrass/folk band in the most unassuming pub in tiny Listdoonvarna. Getting soaked hiking the Aran Islands. Not losing my lunch on the pitchy boatride to the Aran Islands. The horses. The horses. The horses.

And while I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone name Irish food as a trip highlight, it certainly was for me, for one good reason. There are more celiacs in Ireland than nearly anywhere else (save Italy, apparently). So nearly EVERYTHING came gluten free. We’re talking GF bread (that actually tastes like bread), GF cookies, GF GRAVY!! I ate like a queen for the first time in years.

All in all, great craic was had. Thanks, Ireland. Twas a slice.

Galway

Donkey!

Inis Mór, Aran Islands

Connemara hillside

Tara sketching the Cliffs of Moher

Dingle crab salad and local goat cheese at Killarney's Vanilla Pod