Girl in a Cage

In Defense of Smash

Smash's inaugural season is over, and most of the commentary I see on the internet pronounces it a failure. People seem to have a variety of beefs with the show, but I think they mostly boil down to people not accepting it for what it is: a soap opera with a Broadway backdrop.

Taken on those terms, Smash works perfectly. And pretty much every criticism of the show can be defended by the simple assertion of what the show is:   a soap opera.  About a Broadway musical.

I must hereby apologize to Anjelica Huston.  On seeing the first episode, I wrote that she "didn't know what to do with the character." O, Angelica, I was wrong!  Indeed, in the pilot episode, Angelica Huston was actually the only one who seemed to fully understand what show she was in.  She played it over the top and soapy from the beginning. 

 

I actually believe people's disappointment/annoyance with Smash is NBC's fault.  They promoted it like it was The Wire about Broadway, instead of like it was Beverly Hills 90210 about Broadway.  So all the people who keep expecting it to be some kind of realistic drama keep being put off by the over-the-top, soapy, all-about-Eve dialogue, when, in fact, that's key to the show's success.

But let's talk about some of the strengths.  First of all, Smash is breaking TV taboos left and right in a way I have never seen another network show doing.  To wit:  guys making out with guys! (seriously.  Even Glee doesn't show this shit.)  White guys making out with black guys!  Women having affairs without being evil strumpets! (Here Smash triumphs over 90210.  Julia has an affair and is still essentally sympathetic (at least partly because they've made the poor guy who plays her husband appear pretty much asexual).  Compare to Valerie, or Emily Valentine, or Lucinda, or any other 90210 character who showed any sexual agency.) Women in their 60's being sexual beings! (61-year-old Angelica Huston is shown having a sexy, if not entirely believable, romance with a younger man. Find me another show that has allowed a woman of that age to be sexual!  And I'm not counting the Golden Girls, where the joke was on the character.)

So, yeah, I love this show.  I love hating Julia's inexplicably frumpy outfits. (Kind of revealing that the only time she looked really good was when she was having her illicit romp on the couch in the rehearsal studio.  And I loved that they kept using that couch in the rehearsals.)  I love Tom.
 In a purely heterosexual way.   

And Megan Hilty's performance has been completely awesome.

 She has, from the first episode, showed this very believable and sympathetic hunger and vulnerability that has kept Ivy appealing.

HERE BE SPOILERS!

And yeah, Ivy totally should have gotten the part.  She was better than Karen in every way--deeper, more interesting, and, relevant to being cast as Marilyn, curvier. (The article, I think it was on Slate but I don't feel like looking for it, that called Katherine McPhee "an anodyne performer" was spot on.) But that's life, and that's showbiz.  

If I were writing for the show (call me! I totally would!) I would totally have Karen go all Valley of the Dolls and get overwhelmed by her success and then have Ivy swoop in to pick up the pieces.  I would even have a recovering Ivy give Karen the pills. 

I saw that neither Dev nor Ellis will return.  I won't miss Dev (no knock on Raza Jeffrey, who did the best he could with a part that didn't really have a place in the show), but it's folly to do away with Ellis.


Jaime Cepero made a fantastic villain, and, again, if I were writing, I'd have him suing for producer credit and totally threatening the success of Bombshell. The only misstep was the show's continuing assertion that Ellis was straight. In a show where almost every utterance was over the top, it was the only thing that I couldn't suspend my disbelief about.  

I'm looking forward to next season.

Happy Birthday to Two Extraordinary Women

I saw somewhere on the internets that today is Jane Wiedlin's birthday.  I've always liked Jane Wiedlin's work. She co-wrote "Our Lips are Sealed" as well as most of the Go-Go's best songs and had a couple of cool non Go-Go's songs as well. She's a gifted pop songwriter.  She was an animal rights advocate long before it was cool, she played Joan of Arc in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, and she voices one of the Hex Girls in Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost (best of the latter-day Scooby Doo movies, in that it features the line, "do my bidding, bird!" right before the giant turkey runs amok).  

In short, I've admired Jane Wiedlin both professionally and personally for a long time, so I'd like to wish her a happy birthday.

I recently read something about Jane Wieldin somewhere on the internet saying that she was bascially holding the Go-Go's together during the making of Talk Show, while many of the other band members were too drugged out to contribute fully.  I have no idea if that's true or not, but it's a cool segue to the other woman whose birthday I'd like to write about:  my mother, Peg Halpin, who held our family together after my dad's death.

Now, admittedly, I was doing way less drugs than Belinda Carlisle at the time--I was nine--but when our world fell apart, my mother managed to provide a sense of stability and continuity for me, even though she was probably not feeling it herself. 

We spent a lot of years broke, but I never felt poor, which was a pretty significant achievement on her part.  We always went to the movies and got takeout Mexican food from Taco Casa, but, more importantly, my mother kept alive the idea that anything was possible for me.  I know now that this sense of limitless possibility is really what separates being broke from being poor.  It's a tremendous gift that I took for granted for too many years.  So much of what I've become as an adult is due to the fact that I've believed since I was a kid that I could be whatever I wanted.  And this came from my mom.

As did my love of theater (she and my dad met in a play and continued to be involved with the theater throughout my childhood), my appreciation for the power of writing (she was Mount Lookout's Poet Laureate one year!  True!), and my inability to keep my mouth shut when things are screwed up.  (This comes straight from her. It's gotten us both in trouble a lot, and I really wouldn't have it any other way.) 

My mom's influence on my life is profound and incalculable. I don't think I'd be a writer or a teacher or a loudmouth without her influence.  And, of course, without her, I wouldn't be alive at all.  So happy birthday to Peg Halpin:  as you always say on people's birthdays, I'm glad you were born.

Here's Jane Wiedlin with Sparks, doing "Cool Places" because everybody should have a celebratory pop song played on their birthday:

 

Thoughts on the Death of MCA

I was saddened to hear of the death of Adam "MCA" Yauch of the Beastie Boys yesterday.  I'm only a casual fan of the band--I have the greatest hits album and that's about it--but they've been a viable creative force for my entire adult life, and I guess I kind of thought they'd be around forever.  

But of course that's not true for any of us.

People with more knowledge of the band will be writing about MCA's musical accomplishments, so I just want to say 3 things.

1.)He seemed like a really decent human being. I'm sorry he's dead.

2.) He did not "lose his battle" with cancer.  I fucking hate that expression.  Nobody "loses their battle" with coronary blockages, for example.  I understand that cancer is terrifying, and that we lean on this battle metaphor as a way of telling ourselves that if we get it, we can survive if only we "fight" hard enough.  Which is total self-serving delusional bullshit that is incredibly disrespectful to the people who die of this awful disease.  Cancer is something that happens.  Some people recover from it. Some people don't.  This has a lot more to do with the cancer than with the person it's inside of. I know people will still use this every time someone dies, but I just really wish people would cut it the fuck out.

3.)I read in one piece about how, a few years back, Adam Yauch asked fans to mediate with him envisioning a lightning storm destroying cancer or something like that. "Mind over matter," he said. Now, this comes dangerously close to heresy in One Nation Under Oprah, but I'm just gonna say it: your thoughts do not have the power to shape the world around you.  If prayer or mediation or positive thinking help you to feel better, that is awesome for you.  But you can't shape the world--even the world of the rogue cells trying to eat your body--with your thoughts.

I know some people will see this as hopelessly negative, but I have a beef with the whole positive thinking mind over matter thing: it implies that when something bad does happen, it's basically your fault, because you were negative and the law of attraction drew this hardship to you, or you didn't pray right, or hard enough, or you didn't do enough to stop reality with your mind.  Now that is some seriously negative shit.  Not only do you have to suffer through something awful, you can also count on people blaming you for it because if you only believe right, or hard enough, you can be rich and healthy like Reverend Run.

It's the same kind of magical thinking that drives the battle metaphor--aha, we can think, smugly, that person got cancer because they, unlike me, didn't perform the necessary rituals to keep it away!  Or they died because they didn't clap for Tinkerbell loudly enough!  But I clap really loud because I believe in fairies, and so I won't get sick, or if I do, Tinkerbell will wave her magic wand and make me better!

No. Adam Yauch was a good person who did not deserve his illness.  Like so many other people.  Goodness and positivity will not protect you from cancer or any of the other terrible misfortunes life can bestow on you.  Nor will they guarantee you any of the wonders that life can bestow on you.

Life is chaotic and beautiful and wonderful and awful and unfair.  Smartass punk rock kids making prank calls to Carvel can become hip hop elder statesmen. Music can bring us untold joy. And sometimes terrible things happen for no reason at all.

Diversity in YA: Live Authentically to Write Authentically

Today my fellow YA author Sarah Ockler, responding to a piece in The Atlantic (or on one of their blogs, or something), wrote this piece with advice for white authors about diversifying YA fiction.  

I respect Ms. Ockler's intentions but must respectfully disagree with her prescription for increasing diversity in YA literature.  

I think that you don't see many  white YA authors writing with very diverse casts of characters because it's pretty easy for people in this country to live lives that don't have very diverse casts.  Despite the diversity of the country in which we live, I think many many people live in bubbles in which they don't really know anybody who isn't like them.

I think that it's going to be difficult for you to write fully-developed, three-dimensional characters from another background if you don't know any people like that in real life.

I'm not saying every author should move to the city or anything.  There are parts of the country where it's pretty difficult to find diversity, and I don't think living there disqualifies you from writing fiction or means that you don't have important stories to tell.

But I think that writing a diverse cast of characters out of a sense of obligation is going to end badly.  Look no further than Ender's Game, where Ender's friendship with a black character is handled so clumsily that it's really painful to read.  (Basically Card, who is a hooting loon of an anti-gay bigot who has issued veiled threats of anti-government violence and therefore should not be getting any more of your money anyway, imagines that the way white people can show they're not racist is by throwing the n-word around and making slavery jokes with their black friends.  I am not making this up.)

I actually think it's worse to write stereotypical, inauthentic characters than it is to have a cast of characters that's not diverse.  

We write to reflect the world we live in and to imagine the world we'd like to see (as I wrote so eloquently here).  I don't know how anybody else's creative process works, but when I've written casts of characters who aren't entirely white, it's because it fits the story and the setting, but also just because in some indefinable way, it feels right. I don't mean right as in "the right thing to do," I mean because, at the risk of sounding precious, the characters tell me that they're not white. Or middle class. Or heterosexual. Or whatever.  I don't know this for a fact, but I strongly suspect that this happens more often when the people in my life aren't all exactly the same. 

 So I guess what I'm saying is this:  I'd recommend against writing a diverse cast if you are only doing it because you feel like you should and you're fundamentally uncomfortable with it.  And I suspect that the more different kinds of people you get to know, the more different kinds of people you'll be able to write. 

 

Under the Big Black Sun

Not all the music we loved as teens ages incredibly well.  Or maybe it's that we don't age well.  The music may be just as awesome as ever, but we aren't the same people, so it doesn't speak to us as well.  Morrissey said this better:  it's in "Rubber Ring."

So I have to confess that, though I would surely have listed them as my second-favorite band in high school, I haven't listened to X all that much in the last ten years.

Today I figured out why.   

I listened to Under the Big Black Sun for the first time in a long time. This was one of those albums I used to listen to over and over as a teenager and just marvel at.  I remember wondering if they knew how good it was when they were making it.  

So why haven't I listened to it much in the last decade?

Because it's about grief, and it's too damn good.

It's raw and polished at the same time. It's mournful and angry, and it captures the experience of grief better than just about anything I can think of.  It helped me to unlock my grief over my dad's death when I was a teenager, and I think I haven't listened to it in so long because it cuts a little too deep.  

I keep trying to write regular music geek stuff about how awesome the guitar sounds on this album or how there are no bad songs or how it's perfectly sequenced or how it's perfectly produced, but I keep tripping over myself because this album hits me harder and deeper than that.

I set out to write about a great album and found myself at a loss for words.  All I can say is that this is a kickass record that is just more true than almost any other.

All four original members of X are still alive, so John Doe, Exene Cervenka, Billy Zoom, DJ Bonebrake: if you're out there in internet land, thank you for this record. It means more to me than I can say.

Ann Patchett Doesn't Want Your Business

As you probably know, there was no Pulitzer Prize for fiction this year. Or, as I like to tell people, I tied with Jeffrey Eugenides in Pulitzers this year.  Boo-ya!

I don't really care about the Pulitzer Prize, but Ann Patchett does.  Ms. Patchett is a bestselling author who opened a bookstore in Nashville, and yesterday she wrote in the New York Times about why it's terrible that there's no Pulitzer for fiction this year.

I guess literary fiction heads take this stuff very seriously, which is cool--I'd probably be shocked if there were no Printz award. Or no Newbery. Or no Nebula. Or Hugo.

But I do take issue with one part of Ms. Patchett's essay: With book coverage in the media split evenly between “Fifty Shades of Grey” and “The Hunger Games,” wouldn’t it have been something to have people talking about “The Pale King,” David Foster Wallace’s posthumous masterwork about a toiling tax collector (and this year’s third Pulitzer finalist)?

Let's put aside the fact that the Times' copy editors are apparently okay with this misuse of quotation marks. It seems that Ms. Patchett lives in a world where David Foster Wallace is not the most overrated novelist ever, which seems like a place I would like to visit, but here's my issue:  this is in the part of the essay where Ms. Patchett is explicitly talking as a bookseller.

In other words, if you go into Parnassus Books in Nashville, you can probably buy a copy of The Hunger Games or Fifty Shades of Grey, but you can do so secure in the knowledge that the owner of the store doesn't really want your business and thinks you're kind of a rube for not reading literary fiction.

This sentence in the essay reminded me the scene in High Fidelity where the asshole clerk (Jack Black in the movie) abuses a guy who comes in looking for a copy of "I Just Called to Say I Love You." 

I mean, Ann Patchett has gotten a lot of ink for opening this bookstore, and she's saying in the national press that she doesn't really want to sell the books that people actually want to read.  

Of course it's her money and her store, so she can do what she wants. But I'd rather not read another article about how this heroic business is making a brave stand against corporate hegemony and blah blah blah when it's clear that, businesswise, Parnassus is shooting itself in the foot. 

If you think customers won't catch your dispproving vibe when you want to buy The Hunger Games instead of David Foster Wallace, then clearly you never tried to buy a copy of The Fury of Firestorm at a comic store in the 80's.  Or a pop record at a used record store.  

In other words, if your own snobbery is costing you business, then you can't really complain about evil corporate overlords shutting you down with their predatory business practices.  The community-building aspects of bookstores are written about a lot, and are, I think, a lot of the reason people shop there.  But if you're implicity or explicitly excluding people from that community, well, don't be surprised if they place their order from a business that won't judge their taste.

Ashley Judd is a Terrible Writer

So I started a Facebook fight yesterday.  I regret this action because a) I pissed off somebody I like and respect and b) I always feel bad when I indulge my urge to be a jerk.  I do enjoy arguing with smart people, but, you know, I should probably find a better way to release my anger.  

It all started because of this Ashley Judd piece that many people are sharing today. 

I said some things I regret, but one thing I don't regret saying is that this is a really bad piece of writing.

Now, I agree with most of what Ms. Judd is saying in the piece.  But it's just so badly written that it's not going to reach anybody who doesn't already agree with it. I see this as a flaw in a piece published in a mainstream publication.

My friend Roxy admonished me to remember that I'm not Ashley Judd's writing teacher, which is true.  But if I were, I would tell her this: "Your good ideas are being obscured by your overly complex prose."

I think this piece falls victim to a pretty common writing fallacy: the idea that throwing a lot of big words around and stringing a bunch of clauses together is the same as writing well.  

The trouble starts in sentence 3: "We are described and detailed, our faces and bodies analyzed and picked apart, our worth ascertained and ascribed based on the reduction of personhood to simple physical objectification." Now, look. I went to college. I can decode prose this dense. I can even admire the mastery of parallel construction.  But I don't want to work that hard. The fact is you can say the same thing in a much simpler, clearer way.  

Being clear is not the same as dumbing down.  Expressing your ideas in a way that allows people to grasp them easily is elegant and intelligent, not dumb.

Here's another terrible sentence: I ask especially how we can leverage strong female-to-female alliances to confront and change that there is no winning here as women.

This is a clunky, wordy, inelegant sentence. (One hint: saying "leverage" when you mean "use" is a bad writing red flag.) I would demand that any of my students revise it.   It's just an example, but the whole piece is like this--barely readable, stuffy, self-consciously wordy prose.

And what I was trying to say, but failed in the heat of verbal facebook combat, is that I think it's important that ideas like this (essentially: it's pretty screwed up that we, including women and girls, view appearance as the only important thing about women and are so nasty about it) reach people who don't already hold them.  And this piece is not going to reach a single person who doesn't already agree. If you agree, you'll suffer through the pretentious, awful prose to have the opinions you already hold validated.  And if you don't, you'll just click on the next article.

Ashley Judd is, as far as I can tell, a competent actor.  She does decent commentary on Univeristy of Kentucky college basketball.  And she is a really terrible writer.

Why I'm #TeamTessa

Over the last week or so, supporters of Veronica Roth's Divergent series have been carpet bombing twitter with tweets in support of Team Dauntless, which I assume has something to do with the novels, which I haven't read.  I'm sure they're good and wish Veronica Roth well with Divergent, its sequel, Insurgent, and the forthcoming third part of the trilogy, Detergent.  Okay, I made the last one up.

I love the energy and enthusiasm of Roth's fans and am not here to hate on anybody.  I saw Team Edward and Team Jacob stuff during the height of the Twilight craze (which, judging by the derisive laughter that greeted the Breaking Dawn trailer when I saw The Hunger Games, may have peaked), I saw Teem Peeta and Team Gale stuff for The Hunger Games, and now we get Team Dauntless.  There may be another team associated with Roth's book, but I haven't seen anyone supporting it.

All these great public shows of support for team this or that gave me an idea.  In Tessa Masterson Will Go to Prom, some characters wear Team Tessa shirts to show their support for an inclusive prom at their school.

I was listening to the Savage Lovecast the other day (as I've said before, anyone who is or wants to be sexually active should definitely listen) (link may feature a not incredibly SFW ad), and, in discussing the verdict in the Tyler Clementi case, Dan (we appeared in the same anthology. Also he once answered a question of mine on the lovecast.  So we're pretty much besties) said that the kid who harassed Tyler Clementi was essentially being scapegoated, and that the blame for Tyler Clementi's hopelessness and suicide lay with the society that consistently dehumanized and degraded him for being who he is.

I was pretty moved by this. So here's my idea.  I've created a Team Tessa twibbon for my use and, hopefully, yours, during prom season. But you don't have to do that.  I'd love it if you could just signal your support for the idea with the #teamtessa hashtag once in a while. Signing on to Team Tessa means you are supporting inclusive proms and the following beliefs:

1.All people--gay, straight, lesbian, bi, trans, queer--are valuable.
2.Loving who you want and being honest with the world about it is a fundamental human right.                                                                         3.Wherever people are dancing, everyone should be allowed to dance with anyone who will have them.

That's it.

It's my hope that if this catches on, we can send a message to all kinds of teens, not just that it's going to get better (which is a valuable message that I totally support) but that there are people right now who support their right to be who they are and who think the world might be a better place if we all got together and danced. 

I'll be monitoring the #teamtessa hashtag, and I'll try to retweet anything that looks of interest--i.e., prom controversies we might want to be aware of.

Even if you choose not to publicly sign on to Team Tessa, I hope that if you support these ideas, you'll find another way to make your support public. 

Thoughts on the Hunger Games Movie

Just back from seeing The Hunger Games with my elder daughter.  We both really enjoyed it.  Here are some thoughts:

 

Things I didn't like:

As in the book, my problem with the whole scenario is that Katniss is never put in the situation where she has to kill a sympathetic character.  I think both book and movie want to have it both ways, in that we are never put in the scenario where we have to root for a character who does something awful.  Which is pretty much what the setup demands.  Battle Royale is inferior to the Hunger Games in almost every way, but this is one way in which it's better.  We're forced to confront the ugly realities of the scenario rather than denying them.

Also, the fight sequences in the movie are horrible. This seems to be a new thing, and let me just say I freaking hate it.  People start fighting and the camera goes crazy, herking and jerking all over the place so that you don't have any idea what's happening.  What the hell is the point of that?  If you're going to obscure it with your convulsive camera, why film combat at all? Why not just report on stuff that happens offscreen?

Boring love scene in the cave that brings the entire movie to a screeching halt.

Ways in which the movie was better than the book: 

Yeah, I said it.  But two.  One: the movie is a little more explicit in indicting us for enjoying the spectacle of these kids fighting to the death.  In the book, I felt we were absolved for enjoying it as an adventure, but the movie, with its constant cuts to the actual show and the behind the scenes people running it, reminds us again and again that we are just like the people in the story who watch this for entertainment.

Also, in the book, the boringass love triangle is pretty clearly an actual love triangle, but in the movie, it's never quite clear whether Katniss really likes Peeta or is just feigning her affection for the sake of ratings (and sponsors and medicine and such).  In the movie we see her becoming not only a fierce competitor and survivor, but also way more media savvy as the movie progresses.  I liked this. I figure the tiresome love triangle will become more actual as the sequels arrive, (Haven't read the sequels) but for now, I really liked the fact that we couldn't tell whether her affection for Peeta was just one more way in which Katniss is using all the tools at her disposal to survive. 

 

Conclusions:

The movie is very well done and definitely worth seeing.

As in the book, the world building is incredibly halfassed. As in the book, the action is good enough that I didn't care.  

Finally, Stanley Tucci is freaking awesome. 

Twilight Was Porn Already

So I've been hearing a lot about 50 Shades of Grey recently.  You know, the Twilight fanfic turned porn sensation? (I refuse to use the term "erotica." As near as I can tell, all that means is "porn without pictures.")

Now, I know that Twilight didn't feature explicit sex until the marriage, but it's pretty clear to me that it was porn already.

That is, as long as we use my definition of porn, which everybody should:  "A work of art whose primary purpose is the depiction and/or fulfilment of a fantasy and that is risible or repulsive to anyone who doesn't share that fantasy."

I like the word risible. 

Sure, my definition is expansive, but I think you'll find it very accurate. And I think you'll find it describes the entire Twilight series pretty well.  A plain girl with a sour disposition has incredibly hot and just-dangerous-enough-to-be-enticing boys fighting over her!  

Risible, I say!

Of course, my definition then encompasses pretty much the entire Conan oeuvre of Robert Howard (Guy first kicks and then gets a ridiculous amount of ass.  Guess this probably covers James Bond too.)  I have enjoyed both.

It also covers Pride and Prejudice, one of the most frankly pornographic novels I've ever read (again, using my definition): Oh, there's a bad boy, but he's really nice inside.  And only the snarky, bookish girl can tame him!  

Risible.  

My friend Kevin calls shows like Burn Notice, which I love,  "competence porn," because we watch them in order to fulfil the fantasy of being really good at something.  I suppose Sherlock Holmes, and, indeed, most detective fiction falls under this definition as well.

All of which is to say, we're surrounded by porn all the time, and we all enjoy different kinds.  What's fantasy fulfilment to me may be risible to you. Which is okay.  So perhaps those of us who find Twilight and its fanfic offspring repulsive should be aware that we've got our own risible porn on the bookshelf.  And people who are into Twilight and more sexually pornographic variants thereof should understand why other people find it risible.