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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.

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

Summer so far

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

The (best) reasons why I haven’t been blogging much this summer:

1. I just finished teaching three weeks of creative writing classes to several dozen children and teenagers. During their summer vacation. If you’ve ever taught children, you get what I’m saying.

2. When not teaching or planning the above-mentioned classes, I’ve been wrestling with two unwieldy freelance contracts and one frustratingly shapeless novel. I’m talking seriously shapeless. This is the two-by-four of middle-grade novels.

3. It’s summer! There are beaches to comb, waves to kayak, trees to climb, and patio drinks to sip. Which leaves very little time for blogging.

I have been tweeting away, though. Sometime in the last month I suddenly realized that Twitter is AWESOME, and not scary at all as I used to think. So I’ve been sharing bite-sized news and musings rather than full-length blogs. Which for now will have to do.

Another blog silence looms. In a few days I’m taking off to Ireland, where I plan to spend a Really Big Birthday hiking and horseback riding and wandering the streets of Dublin and Galway. And perhaps finding a few fellow Delaneys. I hear there are one or two of them in Ireland.

I’ll be back soon, hopefully in one piece, surely full of stories and photos. So for now, sláinte!

Happy Earth Day! And a link.

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

We here at rachelledelaney.com (“Liberté, fraternité, creme brulée!”) are pleased to wish you a happy Earth Day. We hope you will tell that special tree how much it means to you, and give it a well-deserved hug. Go on. Do it. There now. Didn’t that feel good?

We are also pleased to give you the article of the day, which once again goes to Mr. Russell Smith of the Globe and Mail, who writes today about the BIG book. This, according to Mr Smith, is what all publishers are looking for. A book about big issues, like black presidents, Vatican scandals, environmental degradation, and the Holocaust. We here at rachelledelaney.com are kicking ourselves for not thinking of the black pope idea first. Damn.

Enjoy the article! Preferably as you picnic under your favourite tree. Organic style.

The pros and cons of freelancing: part 3

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

Now, I know I’ve painted a lovely picture of the freelance life thus far, but let’s face it, it’s not all jelly beans and unicorns. There are a few major downsides to being self-employed and working from home.

One being that nobody seems to think you actually work.

Landlords, for example, can get highly suspicious when two scruffy twenty-somethings take up residence in their building, then don’t leave for work in the morning like everyone else. I’m fairly certain ours believe we operate a lucrative meth lab up here on the second floor. In fact, I expect them to break down the door any day now, fully outfitted in haz mats, to find me hunched over my laptop, bleary-eyed, polishing off another bowl of cereal.

I’ll admit that I’m so self-conscious of my landlords’ opinion of my career that I actually go out of my way to avoid their door when sneaking down to the laundry room. Which, come to think of it, probably does nothing to ease their suspicions.

But landlords aren’t the only problem here. Pretty well everyone who learns that you work from home automatically infers that you’re not *really* working. They will inevitably call you on their days off, assuming that since you work from home, you’ll be free to watch them try on bridesmaid dresses all afternoon. And you’ll undoubtedly get asked to take someone’s terrier to the dog spa because she simply must have her nails clipped and you have such a flexible schedule.

I mean, the nerve! And all because you go rollerblading in the middle of the afternoon some days. And sure, there were those few three-hour-long, mid-week  beach picnics, but you did bring a book, so it wasn’t like you weren’t being productive. And okay, you have been known to come home from the library with some adorable creme brulee ramekins from the chef shop across town. But that was research!

So there we have it. Our first con: people who think you do nothing all day. Misguided fools. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a dozen food blogs to read, followed by a thorough re-organization of the hall closet. Time is money, people.