Review: The Selection by Kiera Cass

So, something you might not know about me–unlike my poor roommate–is that I’m addicted to reality television. I cannot get enough of it. I tend to prefer shows that are based on talent and creativity, where people make things (Project Runway, Top Chef, Masterchef) but I even enjoy shows like The Apprentice, because people are using their minds and smarts to create things and get through challenges. I’m not a huge fan of the Bachelor series, because not only is it always the same, but I don’t believe the characters, and if you can’t suspend your disbelief for a reality show, then the show is doing something wrong.

Exactly what it says on the tin... err.. cover.

The Selection by Kiera Cass is basically if you turned The Bachelor into a dystopian novel where young ladies compete for the heart of a prince (didn’t they do that one season?) Right down to the “dates” and the fact that Prince Maxon goes around kissing multiple ladies. I was excited about it because even though I don’t like watching dating shows, I find them fascinating that people can go on them and smile and say “I’m here for love” with a straight face. It’s insanity and we all let the networks keep selling it even though none of us believe it.

After reading it, I can say it’s definitely not my cup of tea. I could stare at the cover for hours but I really just wanted the book to be over.

I don’t like America Singer, the protagonist. She just screamed “too good to be true” to me. She loves her family. She’s ridiculously nice to the maids. She doesn’t want money, just love. She’s a gorgeous red head who can sing and play violin and can’t understand why everyone thinks she’s just so darn perfect. How she gets into the Selection at all is because her boyfriend decides she needs to sign up. Which.. what?

The world building is good. Iléa exists after World War 4 and America was owned by the Chinese for a while before the monarchy rose. There’s a caste system where each class is numbered. Ones are royalty and such, eights are homeless losers. There are rebels who keep attacking the palace and trying to overthrow the monarchy. So that’s totally a family you want to marry into, if you want to do a Headless Marie Antoinette impression. But the real tragedy is how patriarchal and sexist this future is. Princesses are married off to other countries, and princes inherit everything. The palace has a Women’s Room, where the Queen and friends sit while her husband and son do important things like Ruling the Nation. Just.. what. In the future? How bleak.

Prince Maxon is a prince, so I get him being spoiled and commanding, but god is he a sexist pig. At one point, America knees him in the groin after he takes her somewhere alone and she mistakenly thinks he might try to rape her. Good for her. He’s honestly hurt by the assumption, which is fair, but instead of talking it out or apologizing for the confusion, he gets angry and sends her to her room. Seriously. Later, after they’ve become friends, he doesn’t like how she’s behaving (she is trying to voice her opinion! Gasp!) so he storms off because the lady isn’t behaving how he wants. How is this guy supposed to be appealing? And yes, when he’s being nice, he’s nice, but it’s not nice if a guy turns on you whenever you don’t do what he wants. Ladies, these are big red warning flags.

I did like how they showed how hard it is to be a prince, though. That ruling a nation wasn’t easy or something one could take lightly. It’s shame princesses are forced to sit around uselessly instead of helping. And despite my dislike of the guy, the kissing scenes were all swoon worthy. Writing good kissing is no easy feat so props to Cass.

I agree with Wendy Darling’s review, where she says it probably would have worked better as a straight forward fairy tale. The dystopian elements make the world interesting but don’t make much sense in the context of this competition. If you’ve ever seen an episode of reality television, this book will be completely predictable, which is a shame because I’d have like to see the themes and ideals of reality shows picked at and examined, rather than mimicked. And don’t even get me started on Aspen. I just don’t get his logic and the timeline for Show ▼

And of course, like every novel these days it seems, it ends on a cliffhanger. Apparently this is a trilogy though I can’t fathom why. Does it really need to span three books? Is it going to get MegaAwesomeWarTime or something? Are the girls going to mud wrestle in bikinis? I just can’t make myself care enough to pick up the next book, although I can probably guess where it goes.

Recommended for: People who really love The Bachelor and The Bachelorette.

Have you read it? What did you think?

The Worst Mothers in YA Fiction

In honor of Mother’s Day, instead of extolling the virtues of the great fictional moms out there (of which there are many) I’d like to take time to discuss the worst parents I’ve encountered in young adult books thus far. Let’s face it, they can’t all be Rachel Morgan, mother of Cammie Morgan, ex-spy, and kick-ass Headmistress of the Gallagher Academy.

I write YA–don’t worry, I won’t talk about my novel–and I know one of the hardest parts, especially in urban fantasy or supernatural stories, is getting the parents out of the way. You can’t have a story if the protagonist is grounded for hot-wiring a car or missing curfew. It doesn’t work if mom notices the kid’s grades are slipping because she’s spending all of her time chasing werewolves through the woods. Some books do this well. (Some even let the parents in on the Big!Secret, like Laurel’s parents from Wings.) So let’s talk about the bad parents (often moms) I’ve encountered recently.

Disclaimer: I am not a parent. I have two lovely cats, Billy and Locke, and a step cat, Louis–don’t worry, I won’t talk too much about my cats–but no kids. I’m sure I’d make a terrible parent. This is my opinion based on what works in the book and what doesn’t. Obviously parenting is hard and writing good parents can be hard, especially if your character is running around all night fighting demons or whatever. Also I have a mom! I love you, Mom! Okay, then, let’s start this party. Also, there are a few spoilers.

Jocelyn Fray, mother of Clary Fray – City of Bones by Cassandra Clare  – Granted, I’ve only read the first book in this series and maybe she gets awesome, but in this installment, she’s basically a woman in the refrigerator. (TV tropes alert!) She gets kidnapped and then spends what time they have her in a coma, so it’s not her fault that she does nothing. She loses points with me for never warning Clary of the danger she was in and having Magnus mind-meld her as a young child. And yes, I know it was all for her own protection, but I feel like knowledge is better armor than ignorance. But then I without it we’d never meet Magnus and he and Alec are adorable. Also the plot sort of hinges on it.

Jacinda’s mom - Firelight by Sophie Jordan – In an effort to protect both of her daughters, Jacinda’s mother moves them away from their dragon pride to a small town in the desert. That’s fine and logical, except her goal isn’t just to keep them safe from the cult-like pride. It’s to kill Jacinda’s inner draki (dragon spirit, I guess?) Draki need forests and lush greens, and the desert will kill it, just as her mother killed her own long ago (and Jacinda’s poor twin never had one). I get that she’d be safer without it, but it’s a huge part of her and her mother is actively trying to destroy it. She’s cruel and refuses to listen to reason, determined that because she didn’t want her own draki part, Jacinda is better off with out it. That’s a pretty final decision. It’d be like if your mom decided you should have one arm, because she has one arm, and your twin only has one, and made you get it amputated. It’s that disgusting, and yet her mother sees no reason Jacinda shouldn’t be happy about it. It’s incredibly frustrating and stupid and just plain mean.

The Fitzroys, Rosalinda Fitzroy’s parents, A Long, Long Sleep by Anna Sheehan  – Rose wakes up in a stasis tube after being left there, accidentally, for sixty-two years, because her parents were killed in an accident and had been the only ones who knew her location. Everyone assumes she was put into stasis to protect her from the plague going around back then, and after her parents died, was stuck. But it’s later revealed that Rose’s parents treated her like a doll, a toy that was fun sometimes, and put her into stasis whenever having a child was inconvenient. They want to spend a year in Paris? Put the kid in stasis and she’ll be the same when they return. It takes her almost 30 years to hit age 15, because she’s frozen for months or years at a time by her selfish parents who don’t want to bothering parenting. I can’t say this of many YA characters, but she’s lucky her parents are dead.

 The Absentee Too-Busy-Grieving and Possibly Depressed to Parent Mom – As seen in The Hunger Games (Katniss and Prim’s mom), The Forest of Hands and Teeth (Mary’s mom, although Mary is so annoying and selfish I’d be busy grieving too), and countless other novels. On one hand, I sympathize with these mothers because they’re obviously mentally ill and too depressed to function. But on the other hand, wake up and parent, damn it! (I know it’s not that easy, and often they exist in worlds without medication and treatment options.) If nothing else, it’s better than the alcoholic parent, if only by a little.

Which moms do you love in fiction? Which moms drive you nuts? Which deserve to be on this list? Let me know what you think!

Review: Insurgent by Veronica Roth

Just a warning: because this is the sequel, there are spoilers for the first book, Divergent, in this review. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend you do.

How do I even start this? Yes, it was an awesome follow up to Divergent and I continued to love Four, Tris, and even Caleb to some extent. So, when we rejoin our heroes, the Dauntless are divided into two camps: the traitors who are now with the Erudite, and the ones who are really ticked off about how they were used as robotic soldiers in a simulation.

Spoiler free thoughts: I was very happy with it. War is dirty and hard and deadly and I like that Roth does a good job making it realistic. This is especially true in Tris’ case, whose trauma after shooting someone in the last book leaves her unable to hold a gun without vicious flashbacks. She has some serious PTSD and no wonder: she almost died many times, lost loved ones, and killed someone. It’s not an easy thing to recover from.

Four was awesome. I was just as frustrated with Tris plowing head-first into danger time and again as he was, so I related to him and his anger about her carelessness for her own well-being. Team Four, FTW.

It was intense and stressful (in the way that good books are when you care about the characters and their fates are uncertain) but I enjoyed it. I found the reveal at the end pretty predictable pretty much from the get go, but that didn’t bother me because there was enough other plot happening to keep the book engaging.

Very good follow up to a very good novel. I look forward to the final book in this trilogy.

And now! Spoilers! (Including some questions I have.)

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Guest Post: Anything to Make a Buck – The Hydra Problem

Today’s guest geek poster is, once again, M. Ravenwood. She is an actual, real-life archaeologist. Also awesome. 

Image (c) Marvel & Paramount Pictures

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in movie memorabilia lately.  With The Avengers juggernaut which dropped this week, the amount of Marvel movie-verse stuff has skyrocketed, including items related to previous films.  Merchandise ranges from pretty damn cool to utterly ridiculous to things that make me question my faith in humanity.  The feeling of despair is usually related to accessories featuring the villainous HYDRA organization from Captain America.

In the 2011 film version of Captain America, HYDRA is a Nazi subgroup spearheaded by occult enthusiast Johann Schmidt, also known as the Red Skull.  Their symbol is a skull with six tentacles, and it has been appearing on patches, wallets, t-shirts, hats, keychains, iPhone cases, belt buckles, baby onesies, and even tattoos.  I first discovered this trend when browsing Etsy about a month ago for crafty Avengers stuff and came across the patch.  Appalled, I decided to have some conversations about it and received varying responses.  I concluded that the Nazi factor sometimes does not even cross people’s minds.

I find it hard to believe that anyone could identify with the Red Skull.  Schmidt is never portrayed in the film as a sympathetic villain.  He is not a victim of circumstance, he knows exactly what he is doing and enjoys it.  Schmidt is also written as a close confidant of Adolf Hitler, and the parallels between the two are undeniable.  The audience is supposed to hate him and cheer when he is brutally killed because there is no question that the Red Skull is racist mass murderer.  Identifying with the villain is not a reasonable explanation for the unsettling amount of HYDRA accessories.

The question I ask is this: Have we become so removed from our past that we are desensitized to such things?  World War II falls within the realm of living memory.  I believe such films as Captain America and Inglourious Basterds are gratifying as our society continually tries to make sense of such a horrific point in our recent past.

While I do not believe that the majority of the people interested in wearing HYDRA accessories are thinking about their choices beyond nerd fashion, they are sending a subversive message to the world that identifying with a fictional Nazi group even on a superficial level is acceptable.  Fashion is about identity whether we are conscious of it or not.  The living memory of WWII is partly negotiated across generations through pop culture, especially film, but in manifestations such as HYDRA fashion accessories, the connection is lost by a lack of ethical discourse.

Madoka Magica – Actually Not Cute, Just Really Effed Up

I know what you must be thinking.

“But Alex, these girls look so cute and adorable! This is obviously just a fun show about magical girls with some potentially tough stories but in the end everything is great! They even have a sidekick cat!”

I’m sorry, dear internets, but you would be mistaken. Terribly. Mistaken.  Also? That ‘cat’ is an asshole.

As I mentioned in my First Impressions post, I was worried that I wouldn’t enjoy this anime. The first episode had my eye twitching, had me worried that this was just not going to be my kind of thing. Fortune Cookie from Defective Geeks stressed to me that I had to watch it to at least episode three. So I did.

And episode three is where everything changes. I actually gasped, and wrote the words holy shit holy shit  in my notes as I watched. And then sat there with my jaw on the floor.

And then watched the next episode. And the next.

From that point on, things are just…a mess. Really, terribly, a heartbreaking mess. Every episode is just full of terrible things happening to the group of girls, specifically to Madoka. As the overall plot of the story unfolded, and the stories of each girl were revealed, I just felt worse and worse for them, thinking WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG.

Look, what I’m saying is, I’m a rabid Fullmetal Alchemist fangirl, and the Elric brothers weren’t put through as much of a shitty time as these girls were.

And really, I do think that this is what kept me watching. I felt bad for these characters. They weren’t just magical girls prancing around and clumsily fighting off bad guys. Their stories were all tragic. Why they were magical girls was tragic. What inevitably happened to them was tragic. I was intrigued that the story was nothing like what I imagined, and ya, a part of me felt bad for judging the show just on the character art.

This anime is sad, but also kept my interest, and I would actually recommend it. Who saw that one coming? Certainly not me.

Review: Destined by Aprilynne Pike

Basically this review should be a video of me doing a fangirl flail, but I don’t feel like putting on make up, so just picture a big pink Kermit flail of joy. That would be me.

I’m going to post most of this review after a Spoiler!Cut, so if you’ve read it and want to chat, please go there and comment, because I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS. It’s really hard to put my reaction to this book into spoiler-free words; basically it was happy happy crack and I am happy. Also :D Seriously, I still grin so hard my face wants to fall off when I think about it.

I’ve been waiting for Destined for so long. I read Aprilynne Pike’s Wings series last year, under the impression that it was a trilogy, only to reach the end of Illusions and freak out because talk about your cliff hanger.

Short spoiler-free version: Fans of the series should be satisfied with this conclusion. It ties up loose ends and everyone gets some closure. It’s also super-intense and stressful from the constant danger our heroes find themselves in. Chelsea especially continued to knock my socks off, with her determination to help. It was awesome and I feel happy with it as a ending.

SPOILERS BELOW. BIG ONES. Proceed with caution. (Spoilers probably in the comments, too, but if you’ve read it, let’s discuss. What your feelings and thoughts?)

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Guest Post: Indiana Jones, Mythical Hero

Today’s Guest Geek is M. Ravenwood, and she is an actual, real life archaeologist. 

Indiana Jones is (c) Lucasfilms

Hello, I am an archaeologist.  “Really?  Like Indiana Jones?”  This line is usually delivered with the slow spread of a smile and spark of excited eyes, the realization of a long-held fantasy.  While I admit I am not really much like the esteemed Professor Jones in either appearance or adventurous accomplishments, I do know a little about the public face of archaeology from my work in museums, having interacted with people of all ages and backgrounds.  The opening quote spoken to many of my colleagues would provoke a strained smile at best and outright derision at worst.

The field is polarized on the issue of Indy—either he’s a total travesty or adopted as a figurehead while attempts to uncover the “real life” inspiration abound.  They’re all missing the point.  The Indy films are really about the mythology of archaeology, not about realism.

Harrison Ford is an expert at glamorizing dirt and sweat and rough living.  None of us mere mortals can carry it as well as him after a day in the field, but even pre-Indy archaeology has always held a certain swashbuckling glamour.  No matter how hard you try, this is not a career that can happen indoors from the safety of your office chair.  Indy says as much himself in Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.  The story is also a period piece, set in the first half of the twentieth century, an era that frequently conjures images of decaying empires, pith helmets, and vast sociopolitical upheavals.  Critics like to tell you that Indy is a terrible archaeologist, nothing more than a relic hunter, but they neglect to qualify their analyses by remembering that it is a period piece.  Yes, Indy is a terrible archaeologist…by today’s standards.  In the 1930s, Indy’s adventures and practices were not implausible.

James Henry Breasted, who famously founded the Oriental Institute and is cited as a probable influence for the Indiana Jones character, rode in a crop duster to do a photographic survey of Egypt’s Giza plateau.  Unfriendly groups attacked expedition caravans, particularly in areas plagued by political turmoil.  Decade-long excavation projects hired hundreds of local people to uncover entire cities over field seasons that lasted six months rather than six weeks.  Activists like Gertrude Bell literally drew boundaries of modern nations.  These situations should sound vaguely familiar, as they are all incorporated into the series to some extent.

And yes, sometimes archaeologists really did fight Nazis—young American men that enlisted during World War II potentially had experience with WPA and CCC projects during the Depression, went to college for archaeology, or became interested in it when the returned.  Indy himself fought in the Mexican Revolution and WWI before being recruited by OSS during WWII.

Accusations of looting and poor heritage management are a bit of an anachronism in the Indiana Jones series.  According to contemporary laws already in place when the movies were created he definitely participates in looting (though archaeologists of all people should know better than to judge the past by the values of the present).

However, Indy also professes some views that would have been progressive for the period portrayed in the films, such as his stance against private sale of artifacts in The Last Crusade.  Condemn his methods as archaic, if you will, but his unselfish view that archaeological findings belong to all of humanity is admirable.  Indiana Jones does for the field of archaeology what any good mythological hero should do—he’s a little ridiculous, a lot of fun, and a total bad ass, but he also reminds us some more sobering truths of our past.

Review: Kill Me Softly by Sarah Cross

You know novels that do an updated-take of a fairy tale? Sarah Cross’ Kill Me Softly is like an updated take on fairy tales, period. All of them. They aren’t old stories, but old curses that are repeatedly bestowed upon the descendents of fairy-human hybrids.

Mira is about to turn 16. Her strict godmothers have rules about everything, but the one she needs to break is their ban on her visiting her hometown, Beau Rivage, where her parents died in a fire when she was just a baby. So one night she runs away. There, she encounters a world of enchantments, curses, and teenagers like herself with mysterious marks. Vivian, the pale girl with the wicked stepmother and a thing for apples, for example. And Blue Valentine, who tries to chase her out of town before she meets his brother, Felix.

It’s a very different take on fairy tales, where the same stories are relived over and over by different generations, sometimes updated as time passes (for example, sleeping beauty won’t be cursed to prick herself on a spindle since those aren’t really around anymore; more likely it’ll be a safety pin or a knife). The mysteries and the reveal of this world which exists in a resort tourist town and goes largely unnoticed by “outsiders” is well done. It keeps you reading and curious.

The cast is great fun and well-thought out. I especially love Layla, who’s destined to be Beauty from Beauty and the Beast, and will have to reform the partying playboy Rafe after his transformation. (She threatens to stab him, but her friends know she’ll come through for him in the end.)

Then there’s Blue, whose hair and even eyelashes are bright blue, and he wears dark clothes and has piercings. Guess which team I’m on. Go on, guess.

Blue’s curse is heartbreaking even though it’s painfully obvious what it is from the get go. Usually when it takes the protagonist so long to catch up and get with it, I get annoyed, but Mira didn’t drive me bonkers. Sure, her doe-eyed apologist love for Felix got irritating, but it was believable. We’ve all had friends in relationships where they weren’t able to see the truth that was clear to everyone else. And Blue is easily the best anti-hero I’ve read recently. I kind of adore him.

Recommended for: Fans of Aprilynne Pike’s Wings series and other such paranormal romance will dig this. Also it’s very funny–Viv (our Snow White) is hilarious.

Review: Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev

How gorgeous is this cover?

There are only so many synonyms for unique and magical, so I’m going to keep this review fairly short. Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev is the first her Théâtre Illuminata series. Beatrice “Bertie” Shakespeare Smith was left on the doorstep of a magical theater as a young child and has grown up in the wings. Her bedroom is a set and her best friends are four small faeries from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Nate, who’s a pirate from The Little Mermaid, and Ariel, the air spirit from The Tempest.

Basically, every character from all of the famous plays exist in some vague space until called to the stage to do their show (except the Theater Manager, the Stage Manager, the Prop guy, etc), although Bertie’s friends seem to wander around more freely than other players. Growing up in this theater, Bertie causes trouble, learns the plays, and tries to figure out who her parents are by writing her own play, How Bertie Came to the Theater. But after a particularly bad incident with a cannon during a performance, Bertie is given an ultimatum: either find a place in the theater or be kicked out.

It’s really well-written, clever, funny, and smart. There are loads of Shakespeare jokes, including Hamlet being the broody emo teen. Bertie seems like a cool kid (she dyes her hair blue) and the faeries are hilarious as they flit around, quip, and cause trouble. It’s fun for as a theater nerd because it’s awesome to think of the plays as living things with players and sets that just pop up as needed.

Eyes Like Stars evokes the fantastical feeling one gets from strutting upon the stage by using elements from the most famous of the Bard’s works and other well-known plays to thread together its own patchwork tale of theatrical enchantment, and does it in book form. Mantchev blurs the lines of play and playwright, lets her imagination run rampant through the great stage works of all time, and emerges with something wholly new.

Recommended for: Anyone who’s done a lot of a theater will appreciate the theater workers and their feuds. Anyone who likes Shakepeare jokes will enjoy it. Basically if you want a book that feels like a play and yet doesn’t sacrifice rich description or good visuals, this one’s for you.

These Points of Data Make a Beautiful Line: Data as Art

A drawing by Santiago Ramon y Cajal depicting the cells of the retina.

Despite my better judgement I made the decision to move across town in the middle of the academic quarter. While this was not the best decision I could have made with respect to the health of my GPA, it has led to the collision of my scientific life and my desire to decorate my new apartment. The place I have moved into is a beautiful Art Deco building built in 1926 and I have been determined to stay reasonably within the aesthetic of the period. This has created quite the conundrum for me, however, as most science done is, well, modern and most of the science-themed decorations are of a high tech geek-chic variety–not exactly what I’m going for.

Another of Cajal's drawings. This one shows pyramidal cells.

Enter Santiago Ramon y Cajal: an absolutely brilliant old-time scientist who is considered to be the father of modern neuroscience. He was the type that made extremely important contributions early on in the history of several scientific fields and, in the words of my neuroscience professor Michael Dickinson, ” He hardly got anything wrong, the damn bastard!” Cajal was not only a brilliant scientist but a brilliant artist as well–the anecdote relayed to us in class was that he used to look at silver chromate stained neurons under the microscope before wandering across the street to the café where he would drink wine and draw what he had seen entirely from memory.

Regardless of whether or not the drawn-from-memory bit of the story is true, it is hard to argue that the results are anything short of stunning. Having looked at numerous textbook figures and 3-D renderings of various brain parts it is my opinion that Cajal’s drawings are the easiest on the eyes. I realize that these drawings might not be Art Deco in the slightest, but they are old and reasonably within the time period. That’s acceptable to hang on my walls, right?

An image of the Brainbow technique developed at Harvard Medical School.

Cajal’s drawings had been shown to me in previous neuroscience classes, but what I hadn’t seen prior to this quarter is the technique referred to as Brainbow.  I would be hard pressed to claim these images as an acceptable aesthetic for a vintage building, but those grey walls in the hallway could really use some color, don’t you think?

While they may look akin to an abstract painting or a more colorful rendition of van Gogh’s Starry Night, you’re seeing fluorescent staining of individual neurons within a brain. This technique has been useful in studying the way in which neurons connect to each other–a field practically named “connectomics.”

Another example of the Brainbow technique.

Using fluorescence to visualize cellular stuff is nothing new (I’ve done it myself in e. coli), but the sheer number of distinctive colors produced using this technique makes it unique. You can generate over 100 different colors–therefore, 100 differently colored neurons–as opposed to the usually one to three color options offered by most other similar techniques. Brainbow is used predominantly in mice and Drosophila (fruit flies) and it is highly unlikely that we will ever see this being used in humans in its current state.

Regardless of not being used in humans, it is important to point out that research using model organisms such as Drosophila is key to any advancements we wish to make regarding human health. So next time you hear a presidential candidate mocking “fruit fly research in Paris, France” please don’t laugh along with them–laugh at them. And, more importantly, please don’t vote for them.

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