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Plodding Along

As the year comes to a close, thankfully, I begin my year end “oh, crap I need to make progress on that wip!” sprint.  Admittedly, the rough draft won’t even be done by then, but that matters little to me at this point.  There has been almost no motion in my writing over the last several months, excepting some half-hearted attempts at editing, and it’s time for that stagnation to stop.  It’s quite literally as though a fog has lifted.  Finally.  Between the hormones, trauma, and loss over the last few months my mind now feels clear and capable.  Getting back together with the ladies in my very informal writing group has also helped immeasurably.

To this end I am also looking forward to getting back to reading while juggling my Christmas baking AND crafting.  [Nothing lends its self to crafty inspiration quite like an almost four year old always being around and the one car leaving every day with your spouse.]  This all seems like rather uninteresting blather, even to me – but here are the pieces of goodness that have come about as a result of all these things:

1.  My friend passing has recalled to mind how valuable life is.  While it’s incredibly easy to get caught up in the day to day drama and bullshit there is still life.  Nothing else matters.  Not really.  That’s what my wip was always meant to demonstrate – my thoughts/feelings on the value of a life and how its safe keeping can never be handed over to an unknown person.  Trust is personal.  And there is nothing more personal to me than the lives I value.

2.  Electricity is a requirement for living in this world.  It shouldn’t be.  My mind became calmer, I spoke more to my son (who definitely did NOT get more quiet), and the necessities became obvious when there was no electricity.  Warmth, food, water – these are necessary for life.  And here’s where I get political:  So why on EARTH do we wind up subservient to town ordinances while we pay taxes on our property that make it a pain in the ass to have a fireplace?  This kind of goes back to number one – why trust people you don’t know with something as valuable as your life – or things that drastically impact your ability to maintain your life?  [For those who don’t know and just want to focus on the Big Bad Utility Company angle of the media – it took CT’s governor FIVE DAYS to call out the National Guard to start cleaning up the Nor’easter mess.  Utilities would have been easier to restore if the freaking trees were dealt with from the get go and with the aid of the guys who had the equipment all us taxpayers have already bought.]  Believe you, me – all that is relevant to the wip.  I also really like pen and paper.  A lot.  My next house will have a gas stove and a fireplace.

3.  Sometimes survival depends upon a community.  Form one.  Be a positive part of it.  Life can be difficult and lonely, sometimes impossible, if not for the aid of those around us.  It’s not about reaching out and taking, but about reaching out and giving.  Sometimes having a little less because you shared means you wind up with more.

4.  Time is precious and totally worth being spent on good food, good friends, good books, and the quiet moments it takes to figure out exactly what qualifies as “good”.

Have you ever been unwillingly without power for a substantial amount of time?  How’s your writing going?  Heck, what kind of books are you reading?

It’s been so long and I really want to get reacquainted with all of you.  Please share.


Randomness and Thoughts on a WIP

After taking a few days off from blogging (I know) thanks to the bubonic plague moving through my house I’m back!  [Slight exaggeration, but still…  sick and pregnant is no fun, sick and pregnant while taking care of a healthy three year old is a challenge, then being a recuperating sick person who also happens to be seven months pregnant while taking care of a sick three year old just killed my week..]  Anywho, it’s been an eventful week for being so uneventful.  You know what I mean. It has, however, allowed for a bit of time and thought as to my wip.

Even before this rather absurd experience at my son’s pediatrician’s office this past week I have been struck by several issues pertaining to the ms.  It’s not the plot per say, there are no obvious holes or non-world appropriate going ons, but rather it is strangely a treatise standing up for doctors.  I almost intended it that way, kind of.  The issue is that now I am having a hard time thinking of anything positive to say about the industry and, make no mistake, it is an industry.  Never before have I had an issue with this.  Working for doctors for the last ten years had put me in the frame of mind that there are some bad ones, but there are certainly some good ones.  Now, after having personally been treated rather poorly as well as bearing witness to what a pediatrician’s office can do – well, I find myself lacking defense for the profession at large.

To be fair, the underlying premise of the ms still holds (not getting into it right now, tyvm), but my disillusionment needs to be exorcised via a different ms I think.  I’ve given up on my hope of torturing a certain individual only to have now found myself in this quandary.  Being grateful to be writing the pov of the mostly villain right now does help, but the last section was supposed to be the pov of a hero.  A doctor.  Perhaps it’s time to own my own little Inner Geek, embrace her, and draw a doctor in my imagination worthy of heroism.  And if anyone has a good story of a doctor, please, by the love all that is holy, share it.  Puhleeeeeaaaasssse!

Anyone else had these problems?  Earth shaking revelations that shake up your work?  How do you regain the passion and zeal for your current work if/when this happens?


A Bit about that YA Mishigas

First, I plan on spending very little time on that unfortunate WSJ article about the state of YA.  Mostly because it seems to have really caused things to, errr, hit the fan and every other blog post I’m seeing these days is talking about it (this one was what tipped me off to the original article– love her book “Speak”).  As a result of this I thought I would offer up what is merely my two cents about a far more interesting issue.  Subtlety.  There’s no doubt a lot of previously taboo topics that are no longer taboo being discussed across the board in literature (although, if you want to talk about taboo subjects being dealt with DECADES AGO I would highly recommend Heinlein) these days, but the overwhelming issue seems to be subtlety.  This is true of just about all genres.  There are some works/authors who strive to tell and not show, points illustrated through story and metaphor instead of wielding the sledgehammer of prose to get a point across.  Subtlety and art in literature are very rare things indeed and sensationalism is what is encouraged and marketed the heck out of.

I think it is unfair to mix up issues of unnecessarily graphic exposition with dark topics.  Genres have emerged as this new bastion of marketing and so we can not use something so new as a measure of what used to be.  Watership Down, The Hobbit, Lord of the Flies are all books that are typically looked upon as age appropriate to the YA market – but now they’re considered “classics”.  All of these dealt with important themes and, hell, certainly dealt with their fair share of controversial material (well, at least Flies did).  Were they graphic?  Not in the same way much of literature is now.  Judy Blume’s Tiger Eyes even dealt with some serious subject matter with detail that haunted and yet it was not sensationalistic in the least.  Graceling, on the other hand, was one that had an out of place and over the top deflowering scene (sorry, I had to – that phrase always makes me snicker).  Unnecessary.  While I acknowledge my pretentious notions of literature not being things everyone cares for, the truth is I like what Orwell had to say on the subject matter:

A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus: 1. What am I trying to say? 2. What words will express it? 3. What image or idiom will make it clearer? 4. Is this image fresh enough to have an effect?

What are your thoughts on the issue of subtlety?  Are the fantastically dark issues addressed in YA too dark?  Is it the sensationalistic and graphic detail that makes them appear this way?  Any older works that fit into the category that blow these notions out of the water?


An Ode to Monty Python Mondays (but the serious kind)

I’m sorry to start off this week with politics.  Even sorrier that it has to be to talk about something that I view as absolutely absurd, too.  Please, bear with me because, honestly, this is something many bloggers might want to be in the know about.  There is a lot of legislation being offered forth regarding copyright infringement and the like and, while I’m not going to get on my high horse and talk about copyright issues right now, I will say that the legislation is BAD.

Here’s the first bit:

If you embed a YouTube video that turns out to be infringing, and more than 10 people view it because of your link… you could be facing five years in jail.

The full article can be found at Tech Dirt.  Now, I don’t know about you, but the first thing that comes to mind is the amount of policing that’s required to make this kind of thing have any teeth; the second is the concerns that this could effectively make many US citizens into criminals.  Easily.

We can always play devil’s advocate and proclaim that OF COURSE it’s going to be one of those laws that isn’t taken seriously, but it is set up to be dealt with rather seriously and as such should not be diminished simply upon the premise of “they won’t do anything about it”.  Added to this issue is the Protect IP Act which is a brain child of Senator Leahy of VT.  I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again – law needs to be considered first for all the bad it can do and ONLY IF that is amenable should the good be considered.  Never would I presume to defend piracy, but I most certainly will always – ALWAYS- champion the first amendment.  Any law that encourages the shutting down of websites upon presumption of guilt without due process of law is against the first amendment.

Any thoughts on these pieces of legislation?  What about copyright law? 

Wednesday’s Post: A Wall Street Journal article about YA literature that seemed to cause quite a hubub. 

 

 


A Conundrum [Aka – Heaven help me if I’ve used this as a blog title before.]

Slowly but surely I’ve been working on my wip.  You know, the one where all is dark and dreary with the world and people have submitted to tyranny?  Yeah, that one.  Then I hit a holding pattern.  AGAIN.  This isn’t for lack of direction exactly, but more that I’m fighting my inner demons.  You see, I want to kill someone.  Perhaps it would be more fair for me to say I want to torture THEN kill them, but the truth is I really, really, really want to do this.  The problem?  The person is in my reality and has not been made into a character as yet.  Of course, he’d also be made a character solely for the purpose of being wretchedly treated before his oh-so-painful demise (and it would be painful – make no mistake) and that means I’m not writing the bit for the story.

The other problem being that the only way I can get him tortured would be for him to be a good guy and that sooooo doesn’t even work for said catharsis.  Feh.

My agenda is not the same as the story’s and right now that’s kind of a bummer.  This individual quite conceivably doesn’t warrant the kind of treatment I would like to imagine befalling him (goes against my principles anyway), but being as infuriated as I have been by people who can’t do what they’re supposed to demands the violent fantasy.  Not that I’m righteous or anything…  *crickets*  And there I sit at my computer, dreaming up a horrific and beatific sequence of sadism, unable to write it because I KNOW it just doesn’t fit in with the story.

Trying to move on and let go of this wondrous idea has been hard and led me to having my fingers tied up in knots instead of typing.  Have you ever wanted to put something in a story so badly you could taste it but didn’t dare write it because you knew it just didn’t fit and you’d totally be a bad writer if you forced it in there or just wasted your time with it?    Aside from digging out my punching bag (which would be no small fete given the state of my basement) – are there any thoughts on a coping mechanism?  FYI:  I’ve already tried chocolate.  There isn’t enough in my house or the local grocery store to take care of this particular problem.

 

Shameless plug:  My other blog, The Elephant in the Womb, was updated again!  Woohoo!  It will look prettier next week.


I Can Haz Internets!

At least that’s what I like to tell my cable company.  Bunch of wankers.  Internet was off and on all day Monday, fine Tuesday, and now I expect them to come and take a look today, proclaim everything is all set, then it will surely go out again next week.  *sigh*  Needless to say I’m trying really hard to still be on top of everything which, strangely, I think my son’s new sleep schedule will aid me in.  Who thinks I can get Comcast to be just as agreeable as my toddler?

Silly me.  I guess they already are.

Anywho, not overmuch has happened of late.  Got a few posts I’m working on (boy am I behind on writing book reviews), emails are being chiseled away at, while I continue to remain behind on my reading of War and Peace.  So, you win some, you lose some I guess.

There is one bit of news that came to my attention today that I would love to hear some thoughts on from you folks.  Check out the link here and admire a few excerpts.

Twain himself defined a “classic” as “a book which people praise and don’t read.” Rather than see Twain’s most important work succumb to that fate, Twain scholar Alan Gribben and NewSouth Books plan to release a version of Huckleberry Finn, in a single volume with The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, that does away with the “n” word (as well as the “in” word, “Injun”) by replacing it with the word “slave.”

“This is not an effort to render Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn colorblind,” said Gribben, speaking from his office at Auburn University at Montgomery, where he’s spent most of the past 20 years heading the English department. “Race matters in these books. It’s a matter of how you express that in the 21st century.”

The last paragraph in this excerpt kind of sums it up for me:

“After a number of talks, I was sought out by local teachers, and to a person they said we would love to teach this novel, and Huckleberry Finn, but we feel we can’t do it anymore. In the new classroom, it’s really not acceptable.” Gribben became determined to offer an alternative for grade school classrooms and “general readers” that would allow them to appreciate and enjoy all the book has to offer. “For a single word to form a barrier, it seems such an unnecessary state of affairs,” he said.

Gribben has no illusions about the new edition’s potential for controversy. “I’m hoping that people will welcome this new option, but I suspect that textual purists will be horrified,” he said. “Already, one professor told me that he is very disappointed that I was involved in this.” Indeed, Twain scholar Thomas Wortham, at UCLA, compared Gribben to Thomas Bowdler (who published expurgated versions of Shakespeare for family reading), telling PW that “a book like Professor Gribben has imagined doesn’t challenge children [and their teachers] to ask, ‘Why would a child like Huck use such reprehensible language?’ “

So, folks, what say you?  Do you think it’s ever appropriate to edit a piece of ALREADY PUBLISHED work in order to make it more palatable?  More teachable?  Why?  Under what conditions?  Are there any?

You can probably guess my opinion, but just in case you can’t here it is:  No.  Just.  No.  Editing happens before it gets published, afterward it’s censorship.  People need to stop walking on eggshells and demonstrate true empathy by being willing to teach why the language was as it was.  Sugar coating it doesn’t make it better or disappear, it just means we decided to take the “He Who Must Not Be Named” approach.  Words have meaning, use the ones Twain did to teach.  This, imo, is even worse than that school who decided to pull the school production of To Kill a Mockinbird for the same reason  [don’t know if it ever got put on, but the Board of Education did vote that it could be].

 

 


Don’t Let the Door Hit You…

So, as you can surmise from recent posts I haven’t been overly fond of 2010.  As much as I feel compelled to rant about the frustrations and upsets over this past year I figured I would end with some optimistic endeavors for 2011 as well as some of the quietly wonderful things about 2010.

2010

I figured out that I need to be writing non-genre fiction.  Okay, I love me a good romance and that is what I started off writing, but the wip is immensely satisfying and fills me with such purpose it keeps me going.  Stories matter to me.  It’s time I focused my attentions on communicating other things that matter utilizing a format I revere.

Blogging is something that I find to be a lot of work and yet when I slack for a couple weeks I find myself suffering mentally.  If I had not been engaging with all you wonderful folks out there during this past year I never would have known just how wonderful a digital community could be.  So many wonderful witty folks out there and I’m grateful for you all.  [If nothing else there is the occasional post that makes me thing, “I’m NOT the craziest one in the blog-o-sphere!”]

My kid is talking.  A lot.  Sure, sometimes he says things like “Mommy’s stupid” or “Mommy’s very frustrated”, but those words are awesome and music to my ears.  I sure wish he would let me sing more, though…  “Momma’s all done singing!” is not my favorite phrase.

There have been many awesome books I’ve read this year (I’ll do a meme in the beginning of the year on those) as well as some over rated ones.  The over rated ones I didn’t finish and I’m okay with that.  Truly, it’s wonderful to allow one’s self a bit of freedom now and again.

Hubby bought the store he’s been running for the last few years because he impressed a man who offered a 50/50 partnership.  The store is doing great and now that the holidays are winding down I’m optimistic that I’ll get to see my hubby a bit more again.

2011

I’m going to be taking part in a reading challenge that requires me to take on War and Peace over the course of the entire year.  I have yet to make it through a Tolstoy work and so am looking forward to this.

Of course I’m still pushing ahead and reading books from the banned list, but I’ve decided to make a little time for some fun reading.  As a carry over lesson from 2010:  Books on the banned list generally are not ones to read if you need a pick me up and you should always have tissues ready.  Just in case.

Exercise is something I started getting into when I broke my foot during the summer (yeah, certainly not a high point of the year) then, obviously, had to stop.  Although, to my credit exercise happens when you live in a two story home, are with a toddler all day, AND you can’t put any weight on one foot for several weeks.  Injuring my back when I got back into exercising a bit too hastily after said foot mishap also gave me that other valuable lesson that stated I need to get new running shoes before I start.  I will do this.  I ate more of the cookies I ate this year than I have in years past so it’s kind of imperative.

Sanity doesn’t happen for me, it’s something I have to encourage on a daily basis and tackle like I do my housework.  That said, the drill sergeant will be redirected to have a softer voice, offer hugs, and gently command me to chill the heck out.

This year I hope to complete the rough draft for the current wip.  If things go really well I might get through all the edits as well and begin submitting.  I can’t lie.  The work is very important to me and the sparseness of the language combined with the intricacy of the ideals presented are requiring a very exacting approach.  Stream of consciousness does not work for this.  It’s worth it even if I only get through the rough draft this coming year.

I will make more time for play and, so help me, if I have to drag my husband by his hair we will have a vacation this year.

What are your plans for 2011?  Any fun things you’re doing on New Year’s Eve?

 

Please, whatever you’re doing, be safe.  May joy find us all and wrap us in its most comforting arms at the moment of new beginnings the calendar so kindly gives us every year.  [Some people have this approach every day, I do not.  Neurotic, remember?  😉 ]

 


Mountain Climbing

Okay, this really doesn’t have much to do with anything other than it simply being on my mind.  Of course, it’s only on my mind thanks to the Weather Channel showing the film “Into Thin Air” which then compelled me to read the book.  I’m almost done so a review will be forthcoming, but I thought I’d take a few moments and talk about how I used to view writing a novel like climbing a mountain.

I’ve come to the conclusion it’s nothing like it.  Like, at all.  Okay, there’s strategy involved, plotting and scheming with a good dose of determination in order to get to the summit… errr, conclusion.  But in writing, so it seems to me, the climax comes toward the end, while the reaching of the summit (climax) is actually the midway point in climbing.  As is the case of this devastating tale of an expedition up Everest gone horribly, horribly wrong, one might reach the summit, but you still have to get down alive in order to tell the tale.

Of course one has to get up the Hillary Step , aka nature’s way of saying, “28k feet climbed and you think you’re done?  Bwahahahahahaha!   WRONG!” [Click on the link, it’s a different pic than what’s below]:

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Of course in order to even get to Camp I, never mind Camp IV, you have to climb past the Khumbu Ice Falls:

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If nothing else reading about climbing Everest makes me feel like working on my current wip is almost easy.  ALMOST.

Anyone else seen/read Into Thin Air?  Ever climbed Everest or any other notable mountain?  Heck, any mountain is notable!  How does it compare to writing?  Does it?  And if you had 65k would you pay for a guided climb up the tallest peak in the world?

 


Unsettling Literature

Sometimes a beginning is the hardest.  In this instance I feel rather like this subject of banned books is one that can only begin in the middle.  This isn’t regarding the righteous this time, but in the utter disturbance that comes to the foreground when you realize there is a certain theme that is similar amongst books that have been challenged/banned.

While it is true we have the first amendment in this country this in no way means it isn’t being fought for on a daily basis through print, through reading selections, and through conversations that criticize the powers that be.  It is one thing to encounter the flagrantly political pieces on a banned/challenged list, this I would expect, but to find books that speak against herd mentality, who warn against it while demonstrating the power of the individual, is far more chilling.  It is an insidious lie that is being told to all of us and, as adults, we have the possibility of taking it or leaving it even while dealing with the external pressure that can, and often does, result.  Children, on the other hand, need to feel special; their uniqueness encouraged.  And this is the crux of my worry about the banned books that are supposed to be geared toward children.

Take The Chocolate War for instance.  The whole story follows around one freshman who does what he’s told.  At first what he’s told is against the norm, but when he continues to do so DESPITE being told to do otherwise he gets beaten, harassed.  In the end we are shown that people are unwilling to accept other people’s decisions, different from their own, with aplomb.  The active choice to exercise the individual right to do something else is reason to persecute and belittle.  Not only does the story address the hypocritical advice dispensed, “be different, stand up; so long as you never do it to me“, but it shows the danger that happens when creating a strong “us”; the necessary “them” is in place and ready for vilification, another way of working together to put an end to that “them”.

The Giver is another work wherein the great conformity was comfortable.  There was one child who was different, however, and selected to remain so and receive memories of a world that existed before he did.  It was a world where there was pain, love, joy, and uncertainty.  He did not know any of these things on his own, merely the satisfaction of following a life by rote.  It is in this education he learns the permanence of decisions made by certain members of the society regarding those who simply can not manage to fit.  I can not tell you what happened to the hero of this story, but I will state that it shows the danger of going with the flow simply because “that’s the way it’s done” as well as what can happen when the goal of a society is to keep the status quo; nothing more nor less.

Although I freely admit that the excuse of banning the next titles is often against magic and presumably by those who are afraid the stories communicate anti-Christian notions, but I remain doubtful.  Harry Potter and A Wrinkle in Time are both stories that show the different children, the exceptional ones, as those who do extraordinary things.  In Rowling’s works we have a boy who is different, both with magical abilities and in the very legend that was his early life, and how he’s resented by the Durdsley’s.  Now, not only do we have this exceptional child who is set up to do great things (in case you haven’t read the series I am NOT going to tell you what they are) but a whole school and world full of exceptional people that do wonderful things.  It’s normal to be different.

Rowling’s work is noticeably similar to this well known piece of literature by L’Engle  [If you’ve read them both then all I can say is this:  the great evil in A Wrinkle in Time (written in 1962) and dementors in Harry Potter and, no, the similarities do NOT end there.]  A Wrinkle in Time showed the exceptional children not only as outcasts in their own world, but in another world that had succeeded in terrible endeavors their world hadn’t yet:  Conformity.  You act as you’re told, you do it the way you’re told, you give up your individuality, and you will be saved.  You will be ACCEPTED.   All you have to do is give up your individual choice.

The last two are far more optimistic; the views espoused meant to encourage acceptance and individuality while showing the danger and unappealing nature of submitting to “everyone else” and acting in the expected and proscribed manner.  The Chocolate War, unfortunately, paints it much truer to form.  To be “different” is a risk.  Keep in mind that “different” can only be assessed upon a sense of “normal” and “normal” can not be used at all without having averaged a bunch of people and lumped them together as a statistic; the measurement being used to assess and fit the person into the proper category [nevermind that many bullies are those who either feel strongly about how they conform best “king of the hill” OR are also insecure in their “outsider” feelings of self].  The myth that is sold is this:  If I conform I will be accepted.  True acceptance doesn’t require that sacrifice.  It just is.  To waylay this problem acceptance of the individual is paramount; defense of each PERSON, not category of person, needs to be propagated.

These books demonstrate the persecution of the outliers for no other reason than being; their existence enough to crucify.  When we continue on this bent of vilifying what’s “different” is making a person, in many instances a child, a victim.  You see, even if one conforms they’re a victim; their self now rests upon external expectations of conformity.  Look at the education system in the US and, from what I understand, in Britain.  Standardized tests are the rule of thumb, we teach to them, we require children to memorize the vital information so they will perform in the range of what is considered “normal”; answer questions through a uniform interpretation with proscribed correct answers.  Teaching is the same way; you have to learn the same way as everyone else in order to get certain grades that are deemed good.  Learning how to think is a more individual process, exercising it encourages and enforces this individuation.

This is not against socialization, but rather an observation that current means of socialization that are lauded as necessary come with the underpinnings of conformity being tantamount to survival.  Acting, choosing, thinking differently are things that only occur when the premise is “this is the acceptable/correct/normal way of doing things”.  Remove the premise and you have a whole bunch of people being treated as the people they are.  The works I’ve read lately see the pressure to conform and, more over, demonstrate what happens when those individuals who have invested in the world’s definition of what is right are faced with someone who does something different.  Do these people, those that are part of the herd, look to the individual and have inspiration?  No.  Do they treat these individuals as outsiders?  Something malevolent and disgusting; something to beat into submission?  Yes.

A self needs help to develop and to do so healthily and to know that so many people abhor books that speak on behalf of the individuals who dare to stay true to themselves despite the pain and persecution dealt is incredibly wounding.  Without individuals, people who dared to think differently, and who aspired to do nothing more than stay in tune with it this world would be far less than it is.  All around us there is art and the genius of inventions; works by individuals demonstrating their individual capabilities.  The individual who wanted to invent is not known because they did what everyone else did, but because they did that which everyone else didn’t.  There is no greater atrocity committed to the human spirit than that they are born wrong simply for being; that “wrong” is something based upon the false averages of people forced into the square mold when, in truth, they are ovals, rectangles, circles, and stars.

Honorable mentions for adult literature with some of these components:  Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Animal Farm, Brave New World.



Writing Style

It’s been a while since I blogged about writing and for that I do ask you bear with me.  One does tend to get rusty when they’re made of metal and sit in the rain…  Oh, that’s not what the phrase was supposed to mean.  Kind of.  Well, rest assured (because I know you’re worried) I did NOT leave my laptop in the rain nor, for that matter, did I leave my lovely new notebook out there (the paper kind).  Writing about writing, heck even TALKING about writing lately, is not something I’ve been doing.  Luckily, I have been writing at least.

And to that end I broke a rule recently.  I was going to not have anyone read sections of it until it was completed and edited, but I had hubby read a few pages.   What he said struck me, mostly because as a reader it would have stood out to me as well.  I think.  The style was lyrical, not visceral, and therefor kept him from having a gut reaction to something that seemed like it was heading there.

Again, I invoke McCarthy (because, damn it, The Road was amazing AND it’s the only piece of literature I can think of right now that demonstrates this).  You see, that work was unusual in structure and it worked to bring you away from your world and into the one he built.  Not merely intellectual transportation, but it makes one feel off kilter, out of place, and maybe a bit frightened in this place you’ve never been before.  It’s how one should feel when in a nuclear winter (I should think – I really hope to never find this out first hand).  So, is lyrical a bad thing when discussing bad things?  Or alluding to bad things?  I admit to not being uniform in this aspect. Other areas of the work are more sparse and pretty much forbid any sugar coating notions to form.

This leaves me wondering a few things:  First, does the prose style need to be uniform throughout the entire piece?  Second, Assuming it doesn’t need to be, then what is it you as a reader prefer?  Or, if you’re a writer, what do you prefer practicing in your own works?