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Book to Film: My Thoughts on Martin Scorcese’s “Hugo”

Oh hey again! Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving, replete with family, food, and a lack of getting trampled beneath the feet of Black Friday shoppers. I, for one, will say I had an excellent Thanksgiving weekend. I got to see Hugo.

If you’re up on your YA and children’s lit, you know Hugo is the beautiful amalgam of graphic novel and silent movie The Invention of Hugo Cabret, by writer / illustrator Brian Selznick about the titular orphan living in a Parisian train station, winding the station’s clocks while stealing gears from a toy stand so he can fix the gleaming automaton he keeps as bearer of the last message from, and legacy of, his father. This sounds like the setup or a steampunk take on Dickens, but in the book, and in the film, the story evolves into much, much more.

I won’t compare the book to the film, since the book’s been out for years and fans on either side of the divide are usually impossible to convince, but I will say that Hugo was an amazing experience for me.

First, Hugo is just plain beautiful. From the cinematography to score to art direction to 3D (the best use of the medium I’ve seen since James Cameron’s blockbuster Avatar), director Martin Scorcese transforms this story from as dazzling page-turner to a gleaming clockwork treasure. And better still, in my opinion, is John Logan’s fanastic script, which gives the entire family not only an intensely moving love letter to early film history, but a story that courageously falls outside the familiar themes of friendship and good prevailing over sinister forces. Don’t mistake me—those messages are intact here—but they take a back seat to a more intricate, nuanced, and touching realization: that the world can break us, and as fellows in the human condition, it is our calling to fix each other the best way we know how.

I have a slight suspicion that Hugo could be easily forgotten amongst the glut of quality cinema coming out in November and December, like The Muppets, War Horse, The Descendants, The Adventures of Tin-Tin, and The Artist. It should not be. So if you haven’t seen Hugo yet, go yesterday, and share like you would an amazing holiday gift…with everyone.

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The Tangled Webs Lit Weaves

Have you ever had one of those experiences where you find out you have the opportunity to do something totally awesome, but just won’t allow for? It’s like getting your acceptance letter to Hogwarts only to be told, “Actually, that was late in the Owl Post, and you’re one day too old to go now. So. Yeah. Oops.”

I had one of those today! As we who love awesome YA lit know, Martin Scorcese’s Hugo comes out in theaters tomorrow, based on The Invention of Hugo Cabret by writer / illustrator extraordinaire Brian Selznick. Well, the Museum of Moving Images in NYC had an advance screening tonight with Selznick and screenwriter John Logan in attendance to do a presentation and Q&A discussion before the movie. Flavorpill had a giveaway, and yours truly unexpectedly won. Unfortunately by the time I found out, I couldn’t grab a train in the city to get there on time. Thus, not only did I miss the opportunity to get a book signed by the wonderful Mr. Selznick, but I feel doubly horrible because the unfortunate timing means I potentially cheated another eager fan out of the opportunity to experience such a wonderful event. For this, I apologize to the world at the large, and hope karma doesn’t back and smack me too too badly in the future.

But reading about the event, and the movie itself, did make me realize just how entrenched in the cinematic tradition Hugo Cabret is. See, not only is the film about early French cinema (which, for those unaware, is the ancestor of all the Hollywood classics and not-so-much-so films we have today), it’s also by an author directly associated with classic American film (Brian Selznick is the descendant of the great David Selznick). And once I knew that, it raised all sorts of interesting ideas about the stories of stories.

For example, now that I have that context for Hugo Cabret, I feel as if it enriches the literary experience, as is there’s some new innate truth to it because of the fiction’s association to the reality of an art form I greatly enjoy. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say that’s possible with every book, but knowing the time, the attitude—in other words, the sensibilities—alter my understanding of the work itself. Its like the extra information is a freakish spider web that has the potential to bog down the work it affects, or, inversely, to become trapped itself, embedded in the affected work and enriching that story as a result. For example, reading news articles about the 1970s and then reading Tom Perotta’s Bad Haircut, or looking at the work of modern illusionists and then watching examples of older magic in Christopher Nolan’s The Prestige.

Have you had experiences like that with your YA lit? Or lit in general? What were they? And do you think having that information is good, bad, or irrelevant?

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Books from Books from Books

As an English / Creative Writing major in college, I had an awesome professor–the guy who’s honest about your work, but constructive, the teacher who, even if your work isn’t the greatest, can see the kernel of an amazing story in there and help you draw it out. He helped me figure out what it meant to be a writer, and how writers truly live their work.

One way he did that was by making us use other books for inspiration, particularly Gregory Crewdson’s spectacular tome Beneath the Roses*. Within are full-page photographs of empty streets, of a old crone sitting alone at her kitchen table, of lovers on a mattress beneath the sky. But no words. Just a picture, and all the stories my professor assigned us to write. At the end each one was different, although some looked at the exact same picture.

This is what I thought of today when I picked up my very own copy of The Chronicles of Harris Burdick. If you haven’t heard of the book, it’s a collaboration of 14 contemporary authors to give voice and story to the cryptic illustrations supposedly created by the titular Harris Burdick; in fact, Chris Van Allsburg is the true artist, having drawn the images and paired them with sometimes fantastic, sometimes ominous, and always odd sentences. I haven’t read the book yet, but I’m going to start tonight, and I can’t wait. Along with Van Allsburg’s story, Burdick contains works from Cory Doctorow, Kate DiCamillo, Lois Lowry, M.T. Anderson, Walter Dean Myers, Sherman Alexie, Stephen King, Louis Sachar, Tabitha King, Jon Scieszka, Gregory Maguire, Linda Sue Park, and Jules Pfeiffer. If that ain’t a literary all-star cast, I don’t what is. Oh, and it’s got an intro from Lemony Snicket himself. Aces.

The best thing about this book, though, is that it, like the writings my class produced, resulted from the work of another book. Van Allsburg’s illustrations are not native to this new collection, but to a book he wrote 25 years before. And even better? These authors aren’t the first to interpret the illustrations. Hundreds of thousands of children all over have had the opportunity to do the same. It is, after all, this legacy that’s led to The Chronicles of Harris Burdick in the first place.

Using this kind of inspiration for writing is great, in my opinion, because the creative act can be seem so difficult to writers, and when the path seems difficult, many writers may choose poorly between what is right and what is easy, creatively speaking. And if they only choose what’s easy, won’t we just get the same stories over and over again? However, if we as readers, as artists, and as storytellers look at other great works with a critical eye and an active imagination, perhaps there will be more works with such a wide-reaching positive effect.

Like I said, I haven’t read The Chronicles of Harris Burdick yet, but when I do, I definitely want to post some thoughts on it. But until, I want to hear from you. Have you read it yet? What did you think? And better yet, what did it make you think of?

*NOTE: Beneath the Roses, while excellent, is not recommended to Young Adult readers.

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The Voice That Says I AM: A Review of Rick Yancey’s “The Monstrumologist: The Isle of Blood”

You cannot be human and not see it, feel its pull, hear its whisper like thunder. You would flee from it, but it is you, and so where might you run? You would embrace it, but it is not-you, and so how might you hold it?”

~Will Henry, The Monstrumologist: The Isle of Blood

Among the joys and sorrows of growing up and growing old, one of the most persistent and troubling realizations is that we aren’t the people we were the day before and, worse yet, we may not like the people we see ourselves becoming. The innocence of childhood recedes farther backward into inky memory, the luxury of honesty stripped away by circumstance, the committing of our hearts to another transformed into our ruin.

But is it possible to step back from that brink, to live the lives we know we should?

Such are the weighty questions asked and answered by protagonist Will Henry in Rick Yancey’s The Isle of Blood, the chilling, enthralling, and heart-wrenching third volume in Rick Yancey’s Printz-winning Monstrumologist series. This adventure finds young Will Henry now 13 years old and still in a relationship of conflict with monstrumologist–monster hunter–Pellinore Warthrop. He is devoted to the doctor, yet enraged by him, bouyed by his slightest praise, yet crushed by his perceived betrayals.

Such is Will Henry’s situation when the story opens. But adventure swiftly steps in, in the form of an Englishman bearing a gift from Dr. John “Jack the Ripper” Kearns, the famed culprit of the Whitechapel murders, and one-time ally of Will Henry and the doctor from Yancey’s first Monstrumologist book. And what a grisly gift it is. In a box borne by an Englishman, the psychopathic Kearns sends a nidus, a nest built of human remains drenched in the bile of a faceless creature, the Holy Grail of monstrumology, the magnificum. The appearance of the nidus sends the monstrumologist in to the frenzy of adventure, but when he goes to hunt the magnificum he leaves a consequently devastated Will Henry behind. With the doctor’s departure, Will can live the life of a normal boy, but his thoughts return ever to the doctor. Then, when word returns that Warthrop is dead, Will Henry refuses to believe it, and begins down a road that could end with the greatest discovery in the monstrumological world, and the ruin of Will Henry’s soul along with it.

Put simply, I haven’t been this engaged or excited in a series since I fell in love with the adventures of a certain boy wizard many years ago. By this outing in his series, Yancey clearly knows his characters to a “T”, from their nineteenth century dialect to the conflicted inner workings of their hearts. And that conflict is what makes this series, and The Isle of Blood in particular, such a spectacular read. It has been a through-line of the all the books so far–Will Henry’s insecurities over the doctor’s feelings toward him in The Monstrumologist, and the readers’ uncertainty over the doctor’s emotional / romantic state in The Curse of the Wendigo. Now, in The Isle of Blood, the conflict is two-fold in that Will Henry is conflicted over both the doctor’s need of him, and of who he is becoming as the monstrumologist’s assistant. Or is it his apprentice? Yancey draws a fine line in this book between the two roles–Will Henry as the assistant who distances himself from and is disgusted by the monstrumologist’s work, and Will Henry as the apprentice whose evolution is fraught with decisions that threaten to bring him closer to the edge of a spiritual abyss into which he would tumble forever, his innocence falling away like rot from the sky.

And what better paper to wrap the drama in than some of the finest suspense and gore ever committed to the printed page? The Monstrumologist series must be known for nothing if not the horrific scenes both the protagonists and the readers must endure and The Isle of Blood, while not as gruesome to this critic as certain, later scenes in Curse of the Wendigo, are still just as capable of making your heart burst with fright. From heart-wrenching executions to emergency amputations to oozing monster hordes, this one has it all.

Bottom Line

Rick Yancey is an author that has always delivered the goods, and The Isle of Blood is no exception. This is a book readers should cherish not only for its sheer (and enormous) entertainment value, but also for the beautiful prose on display, the rich characters, the intriguing world Yancey’s built, and the darker approach to themes of the parent-child relationship (between Warthrop and Will Henry) and loss of innocence so rarely and, here, beautifully, on display. I can’t wait to read The Isle of Blood again.

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