Intrepid Media

I joined up with Intrepid Media -- a long-standing independent writers and community site. My co-worker, Tracey Kelley, is an active member, and she introduced me. I just posted my first column there, a well-meaning rant about these crazy kids today: Generation Y not.

Book Review: On Writing by Stephen King

No doubt like every other aspiring wordsmith, I read Stephen King's On Writing. I've never been much of a King reader -- just a few short stories and The Gunslinger. Still, I appreciate his work and success.

His memoirs on writing amused me. They might even have inspired. It's not much of a book to review (Oh hell, ok: B+). But, it is full of great lines. Here are some of the best:

When you're six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw-tank.

If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that's all. I'm not editorializingm, just trying to give you the facts as I see them.

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support-system for art. It's the other way around.

You go on the third level, of course, and begin to write real fiction. Why shouldn't you? Why should you fear? Carpenters don't build monsters, after all; they build houses, stores and banks. They build some of wood a plank at a time and some of brick a brick at a time. You will build a paragraph at a time, constructing these of your vocabulary and your knowledge of grammar and basic style. As long as you stay level-on-the-level and shave even every door, you can build whatever you like -- whole mansions, if you have the energy.

But you need the room, you need the door, and you need the determination to shut the door. You need a concrete goal, as well.

Book Review: Private Wars by Greg Rucka

Last time I covered A Gentleman's Game by Greg Rucka, an espionage thriller with a solid graphic novel pedigree from Rucka's Queen & Country.

I also tore through Private Wars, the next novel in the Tara Chace series.

Here, Tara Chace is out of the service with a baby. This is serious business given the thriller ending of the previous book. Meanwhile, Paul Crocker, her chain-smoking, hard ass boss deals with bureaucratic hell. His own boss is out to get him, and Tara's replacement sends an operation into chaos. These first several chapters make for the most interesting reading in this more uneven book. In particular, Crocker's at his most compelling here as Crocker plays politics and juggles his own home life some. He tends to be the best character in the series.

The rest of the thriller is set in Uzbekistan, where a dying dictator's daughter and son squabble over who will assume control of the country. The daughter is a Machiavellian nymphomaniac whose lover is a secret police sadist. Turns out, this guy's the real villain. So, the story pits Chace against him as she tries to smuggle the brother out of the country and maybe figure out where some rocket launchers are along the way.

The story is about Tara's comeback to special operations and Paul Crocker's desperation to avoid a lousy demotion. Again, Rucka is willing to do awful things to his protagonist. The effect is a build-up to Tara's torture and near rape at the hands of the secret police antagonist. It's tense, but it's a no-brainer figure out Rucka won't go that far. No rape is imminent, and her rescue is minutes away.

This willingness to torture Tara (figuratively and literally) is what makes Rucka's writing so great. Here, it almost works as well as the previous novel. But, not quite. The plot becomes too uneven, particularly at the fast-forward moment following Tara's rescue. Rucka actually interrupts the narrative chapters with a psychological profile about Chace, who has post-traumatic stress disorder (who wouldn't!) and a bloody obvious need for revenge. While a bit of interesting verisimilitude, the suspense suffers.

Of course, Tara enacts her revenge, and regains her hard edge as Britain's finest "Minder" (Rucka's slang for special agent). Best of all, she sneaks in one surprise decision at the close of the story that turns out to be the clearest sign that Tara Chace really is back, motherhood and all.

Private Wars: B-

Iowa, the land where they let the children cry

The Internet is changing Des Moines, and it's about time. I've started using Twitter in the past few weeks. It took me a while to appreciate it beyond some freakish obsessive compulsion to share what we're all having for lunch. It turns out, it's a very interesting peep hole into a growing scene of digerati in Des Moines.

I now follow a bunch of strangers who are really excited about Internet technology and social media. And, that alone is pretty interesting to me. It's part of my profession, and how I spend far too much leisure time. But, along the way, I get glimpses of far more interesting things. What people are like. What they're doing. What they're passionate about.

None of that's particularly new. What's new is that they're right here in flyover country trying to get together with like-minded souls to make the most of their home town. I find it hopeful. Even a little inspiring to get discover some new things for myself.