I’ll be doing a panel at 10:00 on the ongoing imaginative power of Camelot and then I’ll be around until mid-afternoon. Say “hi” if you see me looking lost…
April 28th, 2016Posted by Nancy
April 18th, 2016Posted by Nancy
I’ll be at Ad Astra at the end of the month, but only on the Sunday (May 1st). I’ll post my schedule when it’s available.
April 18th, 2016Posted by Nancy
The key question from The Witch, the movie most of my friends were seeing in February and March. I go along with the unanimous praise. Even the parts I didn’t think quite worked (I understood what they were getting at but the execution didn’t quite hit the mark) were thought-provoking. One of my coworkers and I came up with at least four defensible interpretations of the film, which always makes me happy.
I found it especially intriguing as I had just finished reading The Witches by Stacey Schiff and was looking at using witch trials and grim Scottish Presbyterianism in the story I’m researching right now.
I’m quite fond of research. It makes a lovely substitute for actually writing so it can be particularly dangerous for people like me. Still, because world-building isn’t my strong suit, I need to do a lot of reading and looking to create a society and ground myself in it.
Things currently on the list for the current work in progress :
- a stack of books about witchcraft, trials and Dr. Dee that I borrowed from a friend
- The King’s Mistresses, a book about the strong-willed nieces of Cardinal Mazarin
I warmed up for today’s writing by looking at pictures of Provencal gardens, which at least is a pleasant way to start the day.
January 29th, 2016Posted by Nancy
Spurred by reading Mary Beard’s book about Rome, SPQR, and by memories of our tour of the Colosseum, we decided to rewatch Gladiator the other night. Not withstanding my affection for men in period armor (with wolfskins), the film still works. Oh, parts of the plot don’t make any sense, Rome was apparently to be seen only through a blue haze and the geography and time frame is a bit … elastic. It looks gorgeous, the music is perfect, the costumes are lovely and the acting is uniformly excellent.
Watching it again, I appreciated the little moments of acting grace. Crowe was perfectly cast as Maximus. He had a gift not only for the big moments but the small ones as well: the dismay in his eyes as the emperor asks him to become guardian of Rome, the way he turns his head away a little when faced with having to dissemble because, as Lucilla notes, he was never any good at it. By the second part of the film, he rarely does it anymore, because he has nothing left to lose. I admit that the duel scene in Cold Hillside owes two key moments to the match between Maximus and Tigris. One is the moment of mercy and the other is Daen’s entrance to the arena.
“He walked into the courtyard, helmet under his arm, armoured in serviceable leather. There was grace there, but it was economical and solid, the confidence of a workman come to do a task without drama. He unhooked the sword across his back and let it fall to his hip then donned his helm, a curved shape of dull metal with no trace of ornamentation.
“It was theatre of its own sort, I realized. Every gesture, from stance to walk to armour, was calculated to define itself in opposition to the fey, to turn their grace and glamour into nothing but a showy reflection of his straightforward competence.”
But the revelation of rewatching the film is Connie Nielsen as Lucilla. Crowe and Phoenix got most of the attention, but Nielsen creates a devastating portrayal of a woman who is arguably the bravest person in the story. When we first see her, she seems as shallow and corrupt as her brother. Our first clue that she might be something else is her father’s observation “What a pity you were not born a man. What a Caesar you would have made.” The praise suggests intelligence, resolve, and courage. Coming from Marcus Aurelius, they could also suggest honor and compassion, but his own ambivalence to power hints at other things: cruelty, corruption, deceptiveness.
Gradually we realize that Lucilla’s perfect, regal composure is a mask she has perfected over years of survival in the imperial palace. With the death of her father, she needs all her skill to survive the attentions of her dangerous brother and to protect her son. She risks everything to try to change the situation and the scene in which Commodus reveals that he knows of her schemes is chilling.
It was fascinating to watch her mask fall away and that beautiful composure become despair, clear in every shift of Nielsen’s expression. The contrast between her pale, brittle face at the beginning of the film and her naked, drawn one, red-eyed from weeping, at the end is stunning. Before the final resolution, Lucilla faces the hardest fate of anyone in the film. Maximus faces death for his rebellion but he has been waiting to die for half the film. She faces a lifetime of obedience to her needy, all-powerful brother, in which any perceived disloyalty on her part will mean the death of her son. Maximus just has die – Lucilla has to endure. I know which character I’d rather be.
January 23rd, 2016Posted by Nancy
I’ve been buying clothes from Annie Thompson for years (probably close to twenty) and in that time I’ve gotten rid of no more than about ten items. I wore one pair of pants out and have sized myself out of a few other items – though of course I’ve hung on to most of them in the hopes that someday…..
For January, I decided to do an “outfit of the day” project on Instagram featuring the various outfits I have and have put together over the years. One of the best things about Annie’s clothes is that they express a singular aesthetic vision. The vision grows and changes but the basic DNA of it stays the same. This means that a jacket you buy in 2000 will go very nicely with a top you buy in 2010 and a pair of pants you buy 2015. Everything is made here in Toronto so the clothes will last for years.
My good friends at The House of Pomegranates came over and took some photos so they’re a step up from my own awkward selfies.
Just search #30daysofAnnieThompson on Instagram and you’ll find me.
December 29th, 2015Posted by Nancy
by Helen MacDonald
I love good nature writing because the best of it is always about something more than that – and I’m a sucker for a good descriptive passage. Helen MacDonald is mourning the sudden death of her father and seizes on the ambitious project of training a goshawk as a way through her debilitating grief. In consulting the literature on this process, she revisits a book from her childhood, The Goshawk, by T.H. White. It’s not a perfect book but her descriptions of the goshawk are astonishing: “She is a conjuring trick. A reptile. A fallen angel. A griffon from the pages of an illuminated bestiary. Something bright and distant, like gold falling through water.” This is probably the best book I read all year.
During the whole kerfuffle about the Hugos and “the year of not reading straight white males”, I went hunting for lists to expand my own reading. I rarely read straight white males but my reading is generally dominated by white women, so this seemed an opportunity to go looking for new books. I’d read a number of Octavia Butler’s novels twenty years ago but not these. All brilliant and thought-provoking, especially the “Parable” books, whose depiction of environmental and economic collapse in California is scarily timely.
By Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Magic and music in Mexico City over two decades. I’m at the age where I remember mixtapes and the eighties and the intense bond of outsider friends, clinging to their music and differences to keep themselves sane. Highly recommended.
by Molly Gloss
The Dazzle of Day is one of the most interesting books I’ve ever read about space exploration. I kept finding this book at the library and dismissing it, but finally I borrowed it. It’s about Hollywood in the 1930s, stunt riders, horses, the hardscrabble farming life in rural Oregon and artists finding their way. It was much richer and more fascinating that I’d expected.
by Gemma Files
Full disclosure: I’ve known Gemma for years and we’re both part of the Bellefire writing group. While the aforementioned it true, it’s also true that I’ve admired Gemma’s dark imagination and razor-edged prose for years. I read various parts of this book when it was in progress and knew it was going to be good. And it is. Lois Cairns, a 40ish film critic facing failure and a challenging home life, discovers the eerie traces of a film made by a previously unknown female filmmaker in the early 20th century, but her pursuit of the truth about Mrs. Whitcomb will jeopardize everything she values. The folk tale at the heart of the mystery is one of the creepiest things I’ve read in years.
by Gary Rivlin
This is a fascinating and infuriating picture of the flood and the challenges, failures, grassroots successes and political chicanery that came afterwards.
December 6th, 2015Posted by Nancy
It’s been a year since Cold Hillside was released, which seems unbelievable. (What, you haven’t read it? Go read it. f you have, thanks!)
I would like to thank everyone who took the time to post a review on Goodreads or Amazon or reviewed it on their site. It’s been really gratifying that most of the people who enjoyed the book seemed to like it for all the same reasons that made me want to write it.
It’s been especially satisfying (if somewhat baffling) that so many people said that they found themselves immersed in the world of Lushan. One of my struggles with the book was my belief that I suck at world-building. I agonized over every decision (how does the government work? What colour is that doorway? What do people eat? What are the funeral rites? Who gets married and why?) and I was becalmed for years in a sea of choice paralysis. For years, I used placeholder names for cities and countries and the manuscript was littered with XXX marks where I knew that if I stopped to think for one second about whether something was white or black that I’d lose all momentum.
Since I finished the novel last fall, I’ve been poking away at a short story (proving that yes, indeed, I am a VERY slow writer) that was inspired by one of my main influences, the divine Tanith Lee. I’ve just about finished it – but now my writer’s group has said that they think it should be longer. A novella, at least. Maybe even, gasp, a novel. I sit here, baffled once again, terrified once again. This will require world-building. This will require knowing what happened 20 years earlier, 75 years earlier. How do magicians get chosen to serve the king? What happened to the witch to make her who she is?
But I have an image of a triptych painting in my head, and an idea of structure, and three very interesting characters. I can always read a few books about the history of France and Italy. I can use placeholder names. I can leave XXX marks. I can’t write like Tanith Lee for an entire novel (hell, I can barely write like Tanith Lee for an entire short story) but maybe I can write like myself instead.
Now I just have to do it.
October 17th, 2015Posted by Nancy
There have been one or two comments about the fact that Cold Hillside appears to be set in a matriarchy. One person objected to this, on the grounds that reverse oppression is not an improvement over the original brand (a fair opinion).
I didn’t set out to create a matriarchical culture for Lushan. The original germ of the idea was two countries with different political structures and visions of power and the people trapped between them. That idea required that there be some level of authority wielded by women and at least one of the countries had to be ruled by a woman, even if it was not the norm. Once I started toying with the idea of using the Faerie Court then the Queen had to be one of the powers.
As I started to develop ideas for the novel (a very long and painful process, as any readers of earlier posts know), I realized that there were two core concepts I wanted to be there, no matter how those ideas expressed themselves out in the course of the actual writing.
The first came out of the realization that I didn’t want to write a conventional fantasy novel about the struggle between good and evil (to use the broadest of cliches) but a psychological drama that happened to be set in a fantasy world. In the most perfect imaginary version of the book, it would be like a Ruth Rendell/Barbara Vine novel, with added fey. Sadly, I didn’t come anywhere close to that but part of that vision the book was the focus on the relationships and how they drove the story.
Though there is a central male-female relationship within the book, in my mind the relationships between the women are equally important. Teresine’s loyalty to Sarit, Lilit’s thorny interactions with her mother, Raziel’s reluctant acceptance of her place in the world through Teresine’s tutelage, the disappointed anger that drives Amaris’ relationship with Teresine – exploring all of these was part of what kept me grinding away at the book when it would have been easier to quit.
In order to have these relationships be central to the characters, they also had to be central to the plot, which led to the second core concept. These couldn’t be women who had no power or agency within their world. Once I started down that road, I found that I loved writing a culture in which most of the key parts that in a traditional fantasy would have been played by men were fulfilled by women. The rulers, the advisers, the soldiers, the leaders of the merchant houses, the religious figures, the bakers, the bartenders, the farmers, the apprentices were all more likely to be women than men. At a certain point, I had to work at not automatically defaulting to making virtually every new character who walked into the scene female. (As an aside, I had no trouble at all imagining the universe of Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Justice populated entirely by women.)
There are male characters I love in the book. The most fun I had during the whole process was writing Daen. He wasn’t like anyone I had ever written before and most of the time I could just stand aside and let him talk (and believe me, he swore A LOT more in the first draft). Lilit’s father Hendren is the most genuinely decent person in the entire book. Teresine’s conversation with Perrin and her encounter with the foreign soldier were unexpected glimpses into the lives of the men who contributed to the survival of Lushan through their engineering and martial prowess.
Could I have written this book within the context of a patriarchical culture? Maybe, but it would a hell of a lot harder. Could I have created a more egalitarian society? Maybe, but I didn’t.
In the end, I wrote the only book I could.
October 3rd, 2015Posted by Nancy
It’s been a very long time since I posted here, obviously. I’ve launched the book, been to Italy, survived the summer in a blur of activity, haven’t completely imploded from my job and it’s already September. Time to get back in the world and start doing things again, even writing a blog no one reads.
But let’s not overdo it on the first day. Intead, here are some pictures of Italy. We spend two weeks there in May, going from Rome to Venice to Montalcino to Florence and then back to Rome. Other than having my wallet stolen on the metro on the last day of the trip (and I was paranoid enough to have all my credit cards and most of my money stashed somewhere else, so all they got was 50 euros, some receipts and an Ontario driver’s license), it was wonderful. Loved Venice, liked Rome better than I thought I would (despite aforementioned loss), wished it had not rained ALL the time in Florence, and enjoyed the Tuscan countryside. The food was incredible, the wine even better.
Our apartment in Rome. I have mixed feelings about staying in apartments (I know it’s taking away housing stock from locals) but it is so much more pleasant than staying in hotels. Several of the owners bemoaned the state of the economy in Italy and they relied on the apartments or agritourism rental cottages to stay afloat.
We went to Pompeii, hiked up Vesuvius, and toured the Vatican and the Colisseum/Palatine Hill complex. We sprang for the guided tours on most of the trip (including three tours in one day in Florence) because it allowed us to skip the lines and make the most of our limited time in each city. I admit to fondness for the movie Gladiator and had a few flashbacks while touring the Colosseum, especially of the circling shot when the “barbarian horde” first walks out into the arena.
From Rome, we took the train to Venice. I loved Venice. Yes, it’s touristy. Yes, it’s expensive. Yes, it’s a “disneyfied”shell of it’s former self. It was still beautiful, fascinating and full of art, food, history and mystery.
Our trip coincided with the Venice Bienale contemporary art show, so we spent a day (not long enough) visiting the pavilions and exhibitions. Below is the South Korean entry – a short science fiction film guaranteed to appeal to people like us.
Life in the Tuscan countryside is easy for a visitor. It was a bit tougher for the hardworking team on the farm where we stayed. Well, except for the resident cats, who mostly slept and attempted to mooch food.
It rained in Florence, which meant we were even happier to spend time looking at old scientific instruments at the Musee Galileo and the art at the Uffizi gallery. The colour and detail was overwhelming. One of my favorites was by Filippo Lippi and featured these lovely little girls, who are a trifle bored by the grand events around them.
March 29th, 2015Posted by Nancy
I’ll be reading in Peterborough on April 2nd as part of the ChiZine Peterborough series.
Place: Sadleir House, 751 George Street North, Peterborough, Ontario
And on April 10th and 11th, I’ll be at Ad Astra. I’m doing 3 panels and a reading.
If you’re in the area, come on out and say hello.