Thursday, September 17, 2009

[Not Sunday] Review #9: Twilight (Book and Movie)

Although I doubt Stephenie Meyer's Twilight is the worst book I've ever read, I'm hard pressed to think of something worse (I didn't finish the first book of the "Left Behind" series because it was so awful--don't know if that counts, though). Let us start with this quote (which was on the back cover of the copy I read):

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how potent that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Oh, where to begin? There are many reasons why I think this is an apt quote to use to explain my disdain for Meyer's writing. But let's start with the first vs third person approach to story telling. For those who don't know/remember/care, first person is "I". "I went to the store today." Third person is "he/she/it/they." "Joe went to the store today." (If you care, second person is "you" and is very rare in literature; it entails making the reader a part of the story). Most people use third person--in fact, I can't think of a book I've read in the last 6 months that's written in first person except for Twilight (I've probably read 50 books in the last 6 months). There are a lot of reasons for this, but I write my fiction in third person for two reasons. Firstly, it's really hard to be convincing in the first person voice. You really have to work hard to make the character seem believable, and you have to do it without the benefit of outside descriptions. It's really hard to explain emotions and moods without background, and it's difficult to naturally explain background within the first person voice. Secondly, the third person style of narration allows for the introduction of knowledge outside of of the protagonist's direct experience (obviously this ties into the first reason). Quick example that most people will probably know: Harry Potter is the protagonist, but occasionally J.K. Rowling will write a chapter following another character (Snape, the muggle PM, etc). Harry has no knowledge of these events, but we, as the reader, can know about these events because of the omniscient narrator that the third person voice provides. First person is limiting in these ways. I have written in first person (very successfully) but only once, and that worked because I was the protagonist (fictional story, but all based on people I knew), and I was essentially witnessing other events, and could thus explain them.

Right, back to the quote. As explained, it's in first person. This isn't inherently a sin, but if it's done badly, it's painful. I argue that Meyer did very badly. It's incredibly angsty and melodramatic, and overall, the book is filled with minutiae that no one cares about in my life, so why should I care about it in hers? Admittedly, the angst and melodrama isn't totally inappropriate, as Bella (female protagonist, and owner of the "I" voice) is 17, but Harry Potter was an emo douchebag in the fifth book, and I hated him, so why should I like Bella any better? This quote just epitomizes self-centered teenage melodrama, and pompousness to boot. Yes, I talk like that all the time, and I did even when I was 17. But it lacks believability to me. I'm not sure why, but the "I" takes away all credibility in my mind. Perhaps because she is 17, and who truly falls in love and finds their soul mate at age 17? If it were an outside, impartial narrator, I think the credibility would go way up. Compare the quote above with this one:

About three things Bella was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and she didn't know how potent that part might be--that thirsted for her blood. And third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
I still think it's a crap bit of writing, but in my mind, it does improve with the change in narration. I would also change the "and she didn't know how potent" clause to language less clunky, but we take what we can get (note, my fiction writing is cleaner than my blog writing; generally my clauses are more simple and less dependant).

Besides the voice and the generally appalling nature of her writing (this quote probably is the worst of it), what really bothers me is what Meyer did to a decent plot. It's not a brilliant plot, and it's certainly nothing new or unique, but it's a solid plot line: girl meets boy, boy is repulsed by girl, girl and boy fall in love, boy turns out to be vampire, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back, girl wants to be a vampire. In short: boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. That's as basic and solid as they come. Yet Meyer destroys this plot through little things. First, teen love is not chaste. I'm not saying that Bella and Edward (vampire boy) need to have sex to make it believable--they don't--but it creeps me out how "pure" they both are. It's written in first person, and you have to hear Bella's thoughts on everything else, but nothing on how she wants more than a kiss and a little snuggle (you know she does). "But oooh," you say, "he spends the night with her several times." Yes, and that's just creepy. Vamp boy doesn't sleep, so he stares at her for 8 hours. If Adam did that to me, I'd be freaked out at his obsessive, stalking nature. However, I think this is a direct result of Meyer's religion (which also appears in how Edward believes he's evil, but hopes that somehow he can be forgiven or something...).

Even worse--and outside of mediocre, melodramatic writing--is what Meyer did to vampire mythology. There is a LOT to vampire mythos, and it varies. Some of it is even contradicting. But there's a solid, established base to work with. So what does she do? Ignores it. These vampires can subsist off of animal blood (fine), hate werewolves (enh, I only know that one from the Underworld movies, but it may have more basis than that), and have superhuman senses and strengths (fine, but she went overboard--they wouldn't sound like boulders crashing into each other, and hitting a baseball that hard would shatter the bat, but not sound like thunder), but they also glitter in the sun. What the fuck?! They GLITTER? In the SUN?

Seriously? That's what she came up with? Gah. I don't object to vampires being able to move about in the day, though the best books that allow that put some kind of restrictions/penalties in place to stay reasonably close to the established mythology. But there are ways it can be dealt with effectively. But glitter? Seriously, that's just bad. Really, really awful.

So there's my review of the book. If you long to read it, don't buy it. Borrow it from the library or something (or talk to me, I can hook you up), but don't put money in that woman's pocket. She doesn't deserve to be rewarded.

As for the movie: it might possibly have been worse than the book. The special effects were unremarkable (the glittering vampires didn't really glitter), everyone was emo, and Robert Pattinson's American accent kept slipping. You can say it's because he's supposed to be from a different era and it slips because of that (Bella says that he sometimes sounds like he's from a different time), but it's because he can't hold an American accent. Also, the plot mostly follows the book, but has some weird off-shoots that are confusing and unnecessary. I've definitely seen worse movies (and not just bad horror movies), but this one was pretty bad. Also, Robert Pattinson: not hot. Sorry, but he's not a super-attractive guy in general, and the way he's made up for the movie makes him extra not-hot.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

And the crazy begins...

Every once in a while I talk in my sleep. So far as I can tell, this is a very rare occurence. To be fair, I don't know how often I do it, because I'm asleep. So I asked Adam, and he told me that he doesn't notice it, because he's asleep. Fair enough. I'll take that to assume I don't do it very often. I'm wondering if I started up again because of this post by Vancil.

I seem to be in a sleep-talking cycle currently. The other night I guess I muttered some unintelligble things at Adam (waking him up), and then shut up and that was that. Though in hindsight, I might have been actually awake, and thought he was, and that unitelligible muttering was me telling Adam "I love you." Hmm...oh well, doesn't much matter.

Until last night. I actually have vague memories of this event, but I don't know what I was dreaming about at the time. What woke Adam up last night was not my talking, but my pounding on the bed with a rolled-up kitchen towel.* I vaguely remember this because I had to remove it from under my neck and prop myself up to hit the bed. Apparently I also said "It won't copy!" and when Adam--presumably trying to be helpful--asked me what wouldn't copy, I just glared at him. I did, however shut up, lay back down, and went back to sleep.

What really frustrates me is all the weird dreams I had last night. I'm sure I remember this one, but I don't know which dream it would have been part of. The one where I was worried Faith was going to kill another animal (that's a later post, if I remember; if not she killed a possum the other day and brought the corpse into the house). The one where I was trying to fix the grandfather clock (which I broke more, but...)? Where I was supposed to drive my grandparents back up to Scappoose from Eugene? The one where I was at a graduation and the ensuing formal meal? I don't know.

Hopefully all of this will stop soon. Adam already found an article that claims that it's bad for couples to sleep together. Both sleep less because one waking up tends to wake up the other (they had to do a study to find that out?!). My talking--or hammering on the bed--is just more likely to end up with me on the couch and Adam in the bed. Why does he get the bed? Because he paid for it (and damn near everything else we own). Also because he works (which is how he pays for stuff). I suppose I can't fault the logic, but crap as that bed is (he doesn't make much money, mind you) it's better for my back than the couch or the floor.

Maybe I'll buy a gag...

*I really screwed my neck up somehow, and sleeping with a rolled towel under my neck instead of using a pillow (contoured or otherwise) is the only thing that's been making a difference. God knows the massages, ice, and copious application of various drugs hasn't done much.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Good News, Bad News: Home Remedies Edition

Good News: I found the plastic syringe type thing that Adam got for me.
Bad News: I had to spend 5 minutes digging for it before I finally remembered where I put it.

Good News: We had white (well, distilled malt) vinegar.
Bad News: Apparently we need to buy white wine vinegar (so I can make salad dressing).

Good News: I know how to treat yeast infections without spending buckets of money on creepy cremes.
Bad News: It's been a long time since I've done it, and I forgot to dilute the vinegar. BURNING! AHHH!

Good News: I probably will only need the one treatment to kill off the bad yeasties (see Bad News above).
Bad News: Did I mention the burning? AHHHH!

That concludes this edition of Good News, Bad News. Although I apologize for the excessive amounts of personal information contained herein, if you or someone you know gets yeast infections, they can be treated without dropping $18 on a 3 day box of nasty chemicals. You know, the box that also contains a coupon for $3 off your next box--but the coupon expired 3 months prior to your purchasing the thing. So you're doubly pissed: you have a yeast infection, and it cost you loads of money and there's no discount in case you get another one (which if you do, will be more resistant to those chemical treatments the next time).

Eat lots of yogurt with the natural bacterias still alive (not pre/probiotics, these are something else)--in a pinch you can supposedly take plain (non flavoured/sweetened) yogurt and use it "up there" but I haven't tried. Or, you can dilute some white vinegar (don't try this with balsamic) with water and douche with that. Please though, don't forget to dilute it--I'll hear your screams from half a world away. It'll take a few treatments of this--maybe 2-3 times a day--but much cheaper, far more natural, and if you get a really bad infection, THEN go spend the money.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

That's not how it's supposed to be...

I went up to the Post Office today (which, just as a note, is privatized here in the UK...and is why Royal Post refuses to deliver packages to apartment buildings, so I have to go into Slaithwaite tomorrow) and bought stamps for the invites that need to be mailed to UK addresses.

Is it wrong that I've now spent on postage 2/3 of the amount that the actual invites and RSVP cards cost? Or maybe that's a very very good thing. I dunno. I do know that I can very easily grasp why many women become "bridezillas." Very few steps of putting together a wedding are actually difficult. Yet somehow, they are made difficult. I'm not even sure how. Perhaps a desire for it to just be DONE. Done without other people telling you what (they think) is best, what they want, how they did theirs...

What I do know is that I'm very lucky to have a father who doesn't give a damn what we do, just as long as we're happy, a mother who wanted us to elope so we wouldn't have any nonsense, and two in-laws who have so far been really great about everything, particularly as they've been left out of the loop (this was not intentional, I swear). Oh, and Adam, who says he is willing to help. He's unhappy when I set him to work cutting inserts up or addressing envelopes, but he does do it. Even if he looks like he's going to stab me with the scissors.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Go pack some fudge, you damn Benedictine!*

There are people out there who seem to like how I write. Ok. That makes me happy, if, from time to time, confused. If you are one of those people, or if you have a bizarre sense of humor--or better yet, both--go read this blog post. It's written by a guy who goes by the name Riff, and he writes for Kingdom of Loathing, which is a wickedly funny and smart online game (which you should play--it's free!).

In general, Riff's blog is pretty neat, but this particular post is about changing how we insult people. I think he's on to something, and so once again, I encourage you to read his post, which can be found here.


*This insult would perhaps be funnier to more people if they knew there was an order of Benedictine monks in Oregon who make fudge.