Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Monsieur Concasseur des Fourmis!

This came home with Emeth not too long ago. Who knew a seven year old could be such a master of irony, sarcasm, deadpan, surrealism, and horror, in such a terse, minimalist style. We have noooooooo idea where he gets it from.


The monster was as tall as a centipede. Not so tall. The monster had teeth all over its head and had barf on its eyes. The teeth were so sharp everybody had to wear high-heels. The eyes were so gross nobody looked. The monster was so huge it could crush an ant. That was the only thing that he could crush so he just did it. The monster was so hungry it ate somebody's whole life savings. The person was so mad they called the cops. I think I'll call the monster Mr._ant_crusher.

And if that wasn't disturbing enough, here's another odd little piece he wrote with a classmate. They were assigned the name Charlie to use.

Charlie is an alien (I know) 
There once was a male alien named Charlie. Charlie has green eyes. He hated his family so he punched them and ran away and went to earth. Charlie found a couple of humans, and a murderer that tried to kill him, but he was too fast, so he went back to space (not where his parents live). He went to Saturn and he went to Saturn's refreshment store and he bought Space World's famous coke. Then he got sick and fell back to earth. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," said Charlie. 
The END. 
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
That's our Em. Perfectly normal, and well adjusted, Em!

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Selena's Year in Books

Inspired by Tim's post about his year in books, I am adding my list and commentary here, mostly because I like the look of all the book covers in a grid that so simply and elegantly conveys my literary 2013.

The Quantum Thief
Dune (Dune Chronicles, #1)
The Lathe of Heaven
Cypherpunks: Freedom and the Future of the Internet
A Crowbar in the Buddhist Garden
Catwings (Catwings, #1)
Stand on Zanzibar
The Last Unicorn (The Last Unicorn, #1)
War at a Distance: Romanticism and the Making of Modern Wartime
Ender's Game
Queen of Angels (Queen of Angels, #1)
Little Brother (Little Brother, #1)
The Wall
Ecocriticism
Le Lai de Lanval
Beowulf: A New Verse Translation
Watching War
Faitheist: How An Atheist Found Common Ground With The Religious
The Terminal Experiment
Who Fears Death
The Alchemist and the Executioness
The Purchase
Love Your Monsters: Postenvironmentalism and the Anthropocene
Parable of the Sower (Earthseed, #1)
Seed
Oryx and Crake (MaddAddam Trilogy, #1)
The Idolatry of God: Breaking Our Addiction to Certainty and Satisfaction
The Last Runaway
Salt Fish Girl: A Novel
Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)


This was the year of sci-fi for me, as I applied to McMaster under the Science Fiction banner and thought that if I'm going to be studying sci-fi, I probably should seriously get down to reading some of the books I've been meaning to read for a long time. Dune was the first I picked up and it would be hard for anything to top it; but Brunner's Stand on Zanzibar, though extremely hard to read at times, was its own kind of brilliance.

 Tim already wrote about The Quantum Thief (and the sequel, The Fractal Prince, which I haven't read) which was a wild ride I wanted to take up again the moment I'd finished it. It was definitely one of my favourite books of the year. It's really rare to encounter a book that immediately demands a reread, especially ones so dense and pretty much incomprehensible. I had no idea what was going on for most of the book, but it was so atmospheric and stylish--with characters that were so wry, intelligent and completely badass. I mean, check out that cover.

 It was a good year for non-fiction too. The highlight here for me I actually encountered in one of my Fall term classes, Romanticism, War and Peace. Mary Favret's War at a Distance is probably the most beautiful academic book I have read. She weaves excerpts from the Romantic poets--Wordsworth, Cowper and Coleridge most notably--into her literary and cultural analysis and her work becomes like a poem itself. Apart from the style, her argument (that since the French Revolution and the subsequent Napoleonic wars, we in the West experience war as simultaneously distant and, as war-infused language and imagery and affect, as a part of everyday life) was both fascinating and frightening. If war is now an innocuous part of the everyday, how do we end it? If we are all accustomed to living in a state of constant siege, how can we resist violence when it manifests, especially so far away from us personally? These are really, really important questions that too few people are thinking about. I hope that my own academic work, though not directly dealing with Favret's subject, will be as beautifully crafted as Favret's War at a Distance--and as poignant.

Two children's books charmed me this year: Catwings and The Last Unicorn. I read Catwings to Istra in two long bouts sitting on the green hill behind the Ajax townhouse and perhaps that was part of the charm of it, and also just watching Istra's wonder and excitement at the very idea of a winged litter of kittens making their way in the world. It is a very sweet book and hopefully in 2014 and beyond we will get to the rest of the books in the Catwings series.

I read The Last Unicorn aloud to Istra as well, as a bedtime story. The Last Unicorn isn't really a children's book, as it was pretty complex at times, especially the poetic interjections. Despite the rather adult language, Istra pushed us along by insisting that we read this every night until the finish. I'm not sure how much she really understood--for example, the butterfly's poetry was near-Shakespearean in its word choice and order--but the main story had a fairly straight-forward arc that Istra latched onto. Apparently this book has long since been made into an animated movie, but as the writing was a big part of the delight of this book, I think the film probably could never stand up to the book.

Of course, in between reading all of these books, I have been writing one of my own. I'm on my fourth round of major revisions. Maybe after this round I might release it into the hands of a few selected readers for testing. Hopefully someday my cover will appear in some "A Year in Books" lists.

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Emeth's first book

They have this simple graphics program that Emeth likes a lot at school. So I got it up and running here, prompted by him wanting it to make some birthday cards with it. The program really is (like a lot of "educational" software sold to schools) quite crude in a lot of ways -- but it does have one great virtue: it hooks up to a decently sized, searchable, clip art gallery online.

To my surprise, Emeth skipped entirely the obvious way of navigating through the categorized picture folders of clip art thumbnails and went straight to the "search box" and started typing in words to find the pictures he wanted. He found some stuff, but not as much as he wanted. So I figured, since he's searching with text, why not just use Google? He actually already knows (at 5 years old) how to use Google quite well, actually. He taught himself how to use it to find his beloved minecraft pages and videos long ago! So I just had to teach him how to grab the pictures from google's image search and get them into his art program. (It basically involved him dragging the pictures from the right place in the web browser into a temporary local folder, and then dragging them from there into his document.)

So with that all figured out, and unlimited images at his disposal, he started cranking out Portal 2 themed "cards" for everyone. These quickly turned into something like cartoons, when he started adding story-like captions around the pictures. "Kick! Ahhh! terret!" (That last word is his spelling of turret -- a Portal 2 obstacle) And so on. (Anyone who knows Portal will relate.)

Anyhow, after a few days of that, Emeth suddenly decides he wants to write a book with this program. I think we figured this would just be a multi-page "card", like he had been making already, full of pasted pictures and a bit of text. But no, he decided it was going to not be a picture book. After some hours, he presents us with the following multi-page epic autobiography. (You can click in the page images to enlarge.) Keep in mind, he's only five years old, in kindergarten, and this was done with no help, entirely independently (in fact he adamantly refused to let anyone else in the room while he was working)... 




(I censored the school and phone number details. And "Picshers" = pik-shers = pictures, in case you didn't get that word.)

He followed this up the next day by making a 5 page book (3 pages of solid text, plus cover page, and final page) entitled "Life Cycles" (of fish, lions, birds, cows, people, dogs, and other creatures). The pages, as seen above, aren't full size letter pages, but still... we're pretty amazed.

Istra also wrote a story the other day. She writes with a pencil on paper. Her story is called "The Dumb Cat". It's a drama  about a cat who makes questionable decisions.