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MOVIE REVIEW: The Wind Rises

3/30/2014

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The Wind Rises, the animated feature by Hayao Miyazaki, is a movie which entrances, pulls you in, almost without your realizing it.  It is startlingly beautiful, its backgrounds of the Japanese countryside in particular, and its spectacular cloudscapes.

If you’re like me, you may be disappointed, initially, by this style of animation.  Characters mouths, for example, are rendered by no more than a curved line. The images seem flat, and the lack of detail, especially in human figures is a little disconcerting. Certainly this style of animation can in no way compare to the bold, shadowed, hyper-real images from studios like Dream Works and Pixar which are quickly becoming the expected 'norm' in animated features nowadays. 



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The Wind Rises begins with a dream, ends with a dream, and has a dreamlike quality throughout, such that a viewer feels almost hypnotised while watching. Two great loves dominate the story: the love of Jiro for planes and his deep desire to design them, and the love Jiro later discovers for the beautiful but sickly Naoko whom eventually he marries.  Both Jiro and Naoko are completely loveable characters, to a degree where many viewers might find them impossibly good, unrealistic.  But I don’t think such things matter in a dream.  The characters are archetypes as much as anything. So are its villains.  That is not to imply there is no subtlety in the characters, but they are rendered like quick splashes of paint, meant only to be suggestive—the point of the movie is to push the dream forward.

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Disney’s film Frozen won this year’s Academy Award for best animated feature. It was a good film, if predictable.  The animation was first class, the script brisk and entertaining, enjoyable both for children and adults.  But really, it does not belong in the same category with The Wind Rises. There should be a separate category for thoughtful adult animated features which The Wind Rises surely is.


The film's very talented protagonist is hired to design Japan’s new fighter jet, later to be known famously as the “Zero”.  Much is made of the fact that Japan, as a nation, feels backward at this time in history, and is shamed by its obsolete technology.  In the society of obedience that Jiro has grown up in, great honour is attached to lifting the shame.  The idea of refusing to design the fighter, to design “a beautiful dream” could never realistically enter Jiro’s head.

Of course the movie does make reference to the horrors of World War II. How could it not?  Very near the end of the film we see another dream, a nightmare, which shows an endless vista of fire and carnage, the result, in part, of Jiro’s Zero fighter plane. Clearly Jiro feels regret, and dismay at the vision.  Again, Caproni speaks to Jiro, asking, “Do you prefer a world with pyramids, or with no pyramids?”  For the word ‘pyramid' you could substitute the word, ‘fighter jet’ or ‘rocket’ or ‘nuclear physics’.

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This story really resonates with me, in part, no doubt, because my own novel, Lunatics (unpublished) makes Wernher von Braun the protagonist, the same man who designed the V-2 rocket which killed civilians in London, but who also designed the Saturn V rocket which took astronauts to the moon.

It is a deep question: can people who design weapons of war in any way be protagonists? Should we rein in these ‘beautiful dreams’ because of the dark consequences that may accompany them?

Frozen is a film I really haven’t thought about since seeing it in the theatre;  The Wind Rises, on the other hand, is one I suspect will haunt me for some time to come.

I highly recommend it.   9/10



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Confessions of an Unpublished Novelist: THE GUILLOTINE DROPS

3/27/2014

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JAN. 22

My mentor has a great deal to say about the next submission I send him.  He starts off on a note that is not too devastating by saying “Overall I still have good feelings about the potential of the book.”  Which I translate to mean, he hasn’t given up on me completely. He goes on to say “I would say though that as a reader I’m feeling a little scattered.”

My mentor is just warming up.  He becomes very critical of how the time frame and POV switch so frequently in the story. He has no sense of where the story is headed. He goes on to state that my central character, Wernher von Braun, feels more like an archetype than a real flesh and blood character.  

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My mentor also laments how Lyndon Johnson, whom he calls the “most grounded and relatable character” in the story, is now dead and gone and, with his departure, “one of the sturdy legs of the story.”

Wernher does not compare favourably. According to my mentor he and all my major characters need more immediate motivations and conflicts to move the story forward.



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Conflict… it has been the most difficult concept for me to embrace as a writer.  I instinctively shy away from it. I have to force it into the story. I don’t seem to handle it especially well. It could well be that this weakness disqualifies me as a novel writer right from the start (playwright as well).  Sigh…

Well… I was looking for specific, no-holds barred criticism. I am certainly getting it.

It might not hurt so much if my mentor wasn’t fairly impressed with the first segment I sent, lulling me into a very false sense of security.  My mentor’s earlier words “you are clearly a skilled writer,” seem pretty hollow now and I’m sure he would take them back if he could.

I am left feeling deflated and fraudulent. I can almost tangibly feel my confidence wasting away. So MANY things to fix, and I’m not sure I have the skill to fix them.

I do not dispute any of the mentor’s comments. He is a pro; I am an amateur.  He sees with clarity far in excess of my own.  But I am left with the great fear that the entire manuscript is irredeemable, that no amount of editing can fix a story without a solid structure which might be a fair description of Lunatics at this point
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Nevertheless I have paid my money and I all shall forge on: making corrections and edits where I can, restoring chronological order, and trying to make my characters more believable.
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Confessions of an Unpublished Novelist:  FALSE HOPES

3/26/2014

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         JANUARY 7

“Wow, I’m very intrigued. You’re clearly a skilled writer. Reading these pages was entirely pleasurable.”  These were among the first words emailed to me by mentor, after reading the first 30 pages of Lunatics.

Needless to say, I was thrilled, flattered, feeling pretty good about myself. Maybe, I was thinking, this correspondence course was going to be a piece of cake—no deep editing required, just a tinkering with what was already a strong manuscript. I could easily endure thirty weeks of compliments and back-patting from a knowledgeable and appreciative mentor…

How do you spell "fool's paradise"?


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Besides very much enjoying the compliments, I was very impressed at the level of detail my mentor was reading my work. He noted many small inconsistencies that I had glossed over. Perhaps, I thought, my readers would simply give me the benefit of the doubt. After all, it was with such an attitude that I read many other authors—a bit of a softie that way, I suppose.

But no, that was not how this process was going to play out.  My mentor was not going to allow get me away with anything.  If something wasn’t entirely clear to him, if it struck him as an unlikely action for the character, or an unconvincing choice of words, he was going to let me know right away and expect me to fix it.

Good, I thought. Bring it on. I have been in a writing group for several years. It has been a valuable experience in many ways, but no member of the group has ever been prepared to challenge my writing with such vigour. 

And finally my mentor brought up the question of Point of View (POV), professing he was a stickler about keeping it absolutely consistent.  He had found at least one instance where I had strayed in this matter.

Okay, okay, little things… I would happily fix them up. No problem. The important thing was the mentor liked my work.

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Alas… the honeymoon was to be short-lived…
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Confessions of an Unpublished Novelist: the Preamble

3/25/2014

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So why write a novel?  I have written plenty of short stories; some have won prizes. I have also written a great many stage and radio plays which have met with some small success. Occasionally I have even dabbled in poetry.

But the novel, for better or worse, is the format by which a writer’s worth is measured.  It is THE format of our century, and many centuries before. It seems impossible to escape this fact. This is not to take away from the accomplishments of Alice Munro and many other extraordinary masters of short fiction. Yet even they would admit, I think, that the easiest way to make a name for yourself as a writer, is to write a good novel.  It is the form that the modern reader best knows, loves, and will pay money to read.

It is no different in the small corner of the writing universe where I live.  Published poets are honoured, writers whose short fiction appear in literary magazine likewise acknowledged but, if you truly want to be taken seriously, if you want to be regarded as a bona fide member of the local writing community, you need to have a published novel to your credit.

So, in part at least, writing a novel is about status.  Of course, it has nothing to do with money.  If you are writing a novel to become wealthy, you are almost certainly delusional.

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Mostly, however, I wanted to write a novel to see if I could do it.  After much mulling, I think I found a story complex and interesting enough to suit the novel form.  Short stories, beautiful and poignant as they can be, necessarily restrict the writer to a smaller tale, a surgical slice in time, a close focus on a small cast of characters.

I looked forward to the "freedom" of the novel format, which would allow me to explore several thematic directions simultaneously, look for complex relationships, delve into arcane details—things like that.

In about nine months I completed the first draft of Lunatics. A very small circle of readers looked through the manuscript, proofread, left me with general impressions, helped me identify areas which needed revision and so forth. After making the appropriate revisions, “polishing” the work as writers sometimes say, I had the sense that the manuscript was ready to see the eyes of publishers.



Wrong. It wasn’t.

This I concluded after several publishers had rejected the manuscript. That being said, on two occasions, publishers did get back to me to ask to see the complete manuscript.  Apparently in the opening of the work—the first thirty pages or so—I had done ‘something’ right, enough to warrant at least some initial interest, but no more. 

It is no secret that it is probably harder today than ever to get a piece of fiction into print.  The number of Canadian publishers of fiction has shrunk almost to nothing.  Very little risk taking is going on. Breaking into the market as a new writer is a disheartening quest at best.

For many months I seriously explored the option of self-publishing or, at the very least, presenting the world with Lunatics as an e-book.  Such books are all the rage now, and the cost of turning my manuscript into an e-book would not be that great.  And the gratification would be nearly immediate when compared to the glacial pace of traditional print publishing. Besides, only months before, my novella, Eta Carinae, had been published by Vagabondage Press as an e-book, so I had already broken into the market, so to speak.
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My present thinking however is that the fault lies less with publishers and more with the manuscript itself.  In other words, Lunatics, in its present state, is simply not good enough to be published.

Along with my writer friend, Ross Klatte, last fall I presented a five-part talk on writing fiction to a local group of interested retirees.  I was very hesitant about agreeing to do this.  I had no formal training as a writer.  What I knew about the craft was self-taught and largely instinctual.  Nevertheless, with help of two very good books by writers who truly did understand the craft, I went ahead and shared what I knew with my retirees.

This was a good and maybe crucial experience for me.  I certainly learned every bit as much as my audience, almost certainly more. Many of things I talked about: character, setting, voice—these were all things I felt I understood, but gradually I began to see I didn’t understand them nearly so well as I thought. The greatest boogie man of them all was the idea of STRUCTURE. Again and again I kept reading about the importance of a novel having a very clear and disciplined structure. The novelist, I was being told, if he hope for success, must follow some very specific RULES as he writes.



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What was scariest of all in my research was the suggestion that revision was something much deeper than "polishing".  A second draft was not just about choosing a better adjective, discarding a repetitive sentence.  It was really about seeing that on every page and in every sentence your work obeyed these rules, that your structure was solid at every step.  True revision, it was suggested, probably meant a complete re-write of your first draft—no tinkering.  Keeping in mind all the ways in which your first draft had failed—and it was given that it would have failed—put away the draft, don’t look at it again, and rewrite from the very beginning!  Yikes!


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With all these new ideas in my head and filled, at the same time, with a sense of guilt and fear, I spoke to another writer friend, Eileen Pearkes. The structure woes resonated with her—she too struggled with structural problems—and she was a successful, published writer. Why don’t you consider the Humber College Correspondence Creative Writing Course, she suggested? In this course, you are linked up to an established writer who looks through your manuscript in detail and gives you a true substantive edit. [pic]

A substantive edit… a no holds barred look at my work by someone who understood structure, who obeyed rules, and would have no hesitation about telling me where I was breaking them.  Well, I thought… this was something the work very likely needed.  And if not now, when?  Either I would forever be an ‘emerging’ writer, or I could try to take the next step.

I submitted a sample of Lunatics to Humber College.  Good enough, apparently; I was accepted into the course along with a dozen or so other writers.  I was linked up to my mentor.  Starting in the first week of January, I could expect to hear from him and we would be underway. Laying bare my writing ego to whatever assaults awaited. All during the Christmas season of 2013 I psyched myself up for the moment. 

I would not be disappointed.



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In Praise of Civilisation

3/9/2014

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“At this point I reveal myself in my true colours, as a stick-in-the-mud. I hold a number of beliefs that have been repudiated by the liveliest intellects of our time. I believe that order is better than chaos, creation better than destruction. I prefer gentleness to violence, forgiveness to vendetta. On the whole I think that knowledge is preferable to ignorance, and I am sure that human sympathy is more valuable than ideology. I believe that in spite of the recent triumphs of science, men haven’t changed much in the last two thousand years; and in consequence we must still try to learn from history. History is ourselves. I also hold one or two beliefs that are more difficult to put shortly. For example, I believe in courtesy, the ritual by which we avoid hurting other people’s feelings by satisfying our own egos. And I think we should remember that we are part of a great whole, which for convenience we call nature. All living things are our brothers and sisters. Above all, I believe in the God-given genius of certain individuals, and I value a society that makes their existence possible.”


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These are not my words—though I wish they were—since they so well echo my own ‘quaint’ ‘old-fashioned’ thinking.  They were written by Kenneth Clark, British art historian, near the end of his book Civilisation, first printed in 1969.

            The book—which was based on the seminal TV series of the same name—was given to me by my dear friends, Henry Kutzko and Jaan Reitav on the occasion of my 21st birthday.  Reading it again forty years later, it is clear to me how influential this book has been in the formation of my artistic tastes and my historical perspective.

            And how delightful all these years later to look at some of the book's illustrations of paintings, sculpture and architecture and say to myself, “yes! I’ve seen that!  It truly is magnificent!”

            I did not pursue a study in history at university, other than auditing a course of ancient Greek history at one point. But always stories of the past have nagged at me. They have made up the bulk of my material in my writing, both my dramas and my fiction and, more often than not, I have paid almost obsessive attention to great ‘individuals’ of the past, both mythic and historical.

            Like Kenneth Clark, at some fundamental level, I seem to believe in the transcendent power of “genius”.


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If, by some chance, you’ve never seen the television series or read the book (which like most books is better and deeper than its visual counterpart), I highly recommend both.  Clark gives the viewer/reader a sweeping look at European ‘civilisation’; he tries to define it, explain it, and gives us an almost heart-rending appreciation of its fragility. 

Clark ends his book with a quote from W.B. Yeats which although written almost century before still sounds startlingly current:



                            Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

                        Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

                        The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

                        The ceremony of innocence is drowned;                               

                        The best lack all conviction, while the worst

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Clark goes on to say, “the trouble is that there is still no centre.” In the forty plus years since Clark wrote this, I fear very little has changed.  “The moral and intellectual failure of Marxism has left us with no alternative to heroic materialism [capitalism], and that isn’t enough.”

            In the meantime, plant a tree, hug a friend, and make some art!


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The Neophyte by Gustav Dore
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