Friday, October 16, 2009

Mister Jelly Wobble and the Magic Pencil

Recently I uncovered a stash of old exercise books from my youth. When I was in Prep my family and I travelled around Europe for three months in a campervan. During this time (no doubt due to the sheer boredom of rattling around in the back of the van for hours at a stretch), I taught myself to read and write. I filled many exercise books with noughts and crosses, word searches, hangman, lists, equations, and many of my very first short stories (almost all of which were illustrated).

Here are two of the stories I wrote when I was six. I have had to finish the first one (in italics) as it was incomplete.

JELLY
One summer morning Mr Jelly Wobble got out of bed and wobbled himself down the steps and had breakfast he had for breakfast a place of biscuits and a cup of coffee then he wobbled himself out the door then went to the club where he wobbled and wobbled and then he had more biscuits


THE STORY OF THE MAGIC PENCIL
there was a boy called Andrew. he was six years old. One day he asked his mother can go to the pencil shop and get some pencils there yes said his mother so he quickly ran down to the pencil shop carrying a large tin of pencils. but one of them was not a pencil. But it was a magic pencil. The end.

This is admittedly a bit of an abrupt ending. If I was going to re-write it I would go for something like:
The magic pencil could draw the future and anything it drew even spaceships and ice-cream came true. The end

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Andromeda Klein and the beauty of wacky, rambling narration

I have just finished the extremely excellent Andromeda Klein by Frank Portman. I ordered the hardcover from the US, because I was too impatient to wait for it in a local or paperback edition. Frank Portman's first book King Dork is a favourite of mine, and I have been waiting eagerly for years for him to write another.

So I was shocked when I struggled to get into the first few chapters of the book, and then relieved when I eventually fell in love with it somewhere around the fourth chapter. Appropriately enough, Chapter Four begins with this sentence: `Most magical writing is deliberately obscure, designed to hide crucial matters from the uninitiated, yet reveal them to those who know how to read the texts properly.'

And that's a pretty good description of the adorable Andromeda Klein's character. AK is written in the third person, but the reader only gets an internal insight into the main character, Andromeda (Wiki has just told me this is called `third person limited' - I'm not great at the different narrative modes). Andromeda is a hard-of-hearing and occult-obsessed teen who nurtures her own lexicon of mangled and misheard phrases, and refers constantly to a large number of esoteric texts, theories and historical personages. She keeps most people at a safe distance with this kind of constant and compulsive occult nerdery, despite wishing she could fit in more.

This kind of narration can be pretty frustrating at first, but once you get it, once you're in there with the nerdy Ms. Klein, you never want to leave! She is a superb character: funny, tender-hearted and borderline delusional. The events of the book unravel in a seemingly haphazard and confused rollercoaster that only begins to make sense towards the end (a bit like the teenage years in general). I think of this book as being kind of like muesli slice (let's bear in mind here that I love muesli slice) - a dense and chewy treat that takes time to consume.

I often hear comments that YA books have to grab teenagers attention and hold it with fast-moving plots, and clarity and neat conclusions.* But I think always taking that approach underestimates teenagers, and neglects the beauty of obfuscation and taking a little time zig-zagging from Point A to Point B. Andromeda Klein - read it!

* I think I can hear my editor screaming.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Battle of the Outfits Outtakes



Battle of the Outfits - Week Seven



Luchador Mexicano Parado versus Grey Gardens