Elizabeth Tai

Digital Content Specialist and freelance writer, editor and proofreader based in Adelaide

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The Daemon Prism released and an (old) interview with Carol Berg

Carol Berg‘s latest book The Daemon Prism, the third book in The Novels of the Collegia Magica series, is finally out!

To commemorate that, here’s the transcript of an interview I did with her in 2010. (The article that came out of it was World Weaver, which was published in The Star on May 30, 2010.)

When did you first start writing?
I started late, about halfway through my 17-year software engineering career and at a time my children were needing less of my time. A friend suggested we start writing a series of e-mail letters “in character” so she could practice her writing. It sounded fun, not near so hard as planning and writing a whole story, which I had always imagined next to impossible. When I sat down to write the first letter, I came up with twenty pages. I was astonished, and I was hooked.

What kind of stories interest you most?
Complex, layered stories about interesting people caught up in dramatic adventures. I want to like the protagonist – eventually if not at first. And I want a satisfying ending, not artificially happily ever after, but not ambiguous or unrelentingly grim.

What does your family think about your career?
My husband has been totally supportive throughout it all. He is thrilled that I’ve discovered work I’m passionate about. Writing is not just “a job.” My sons are also enthusiastic supporters. When my youngest son Andrew was in seventh and eighth grade, and I was still writing for myself, he would come in and have me read my work to him. He kept coming back for more, which was a great encouragement. He still likes to read my work before it gets printed.

Of course, my eldest son, a musician, has told me he thinks my books need more pictures. I threw a book at him.

What spurred you to quit your full time job at HP to write full-time? was there a particular event?
Actually yes. In 2002, my employer Hewlett-Packard Co. bought Compaq Computer. One of the first things they did after the merger was offer to pay those who had been with the company more than fifteen years to leave. I felt as if it was an IQ test which I passed.

How was the transition like?
Very easy. I was already working at engineering only three days a week and writing for the other four. I just dropped that old day-job stuff.

Have you always wanted to be a writer?
Actually, I never believed I could write a book. I have always been an avid reader of many genres, fantasy and science fiction, mystery, spy thrillers, classics, you name it. But the idea of figuring out a complicated plot, making characters come to life, foreshadowing events so that a reader would say, “Ah-ha!” just seemed horribly difficult. For many, many years, I was content to read, and channel my creative efforts into my work as a software engineer and my family.

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Margaret Stohl coming to Kuala Lumpur


Margaret Stohl, who co-wrote the Beautiful Creatures series of novels with Kami Garcia, will be coming to Kuala Lumpur this month.

The third book, Beautiful Chaos, was recently released.

If you’re a fan of Stohl and her books, be sure to meet her for a Meet & Greet session at these venues on Dec 11 (Sunday):

Kinokuniya Bookstore, KLCC, 3-4pm
MPH Carnival @ Mid Valley Exhibition Centre, 5-6pm

I will be interviewing Stohl the next day, so do keep an eye out for my article on Stohl this month.

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Brent Weeks’ next novel: Black Prism

Dear God, I’m  a total sucker for pretty covers, especially one featuring a roguish man with a dagger.

I sort of liked Weeks’ Night Angel trilogy, even if it had annoyingly saintly protagonists who have a rather chaste view of love (cough). Weeks’ next book sounds intriguing, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what the story is all about except that (according to his publisher Orbit, anyway) the character is the most powerful guy in the world. Brent Weeks says on his blog:

“It’s set in a new world. Think more 1500 Mediterrean Sea, rudimentary fire arms and magic together. Woot. But don’t worry, it’s not a pirates-and-their-peg-legged-mateys book. Cross my heart. But there are awesome characters, lots of action, much cooler magic this time out, secrets, lies, betrayal, and butt-kicking.”

Okay, cool. Looks like a fun, if not typical, fantasy yarn. Release date still undetermined, but word is that it could be an August release.

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A Reader’s Manifesto: literary darlings actually suck at writing

readersI was at a bookshop one day, and a friend and I spotted a table piled with stacks of award-winning books.

My friend, who worked in a bookstore, leaned close to me and whispered, as if she was about to say something really naughty: “I think they’re really boring.”

Oh vey, yes. You don’t get much argument from me about this.

I’ve long held the suspicion that a lot (not all) of  “literary” books are rather … crap. Of course, you don’t say this out loud in the company of the cultural/literary intelligensia, who not only dig these books but breathe it, quoting passages like how evangelists quote passages from the Bible.

Okay, I jest. But there’s always been this “understanding” that literary books are “better”, “finer” and of a higher standard than “genre” fiction, and if you don’t “get” literary fiction, that means you’re not intelligent or “deep” enough to appreciate them. This silly belief always gets on my nerves.

First: who created this silly divide between “literary” and “genre” fiction anyway? Why can’t we just call them fiction? Why are some type of books – science fiction and fantasy being one – given so little respect? Why are some books elevated to stratospheric levels despite being unreadable and dull?

Second: If readers can’t understand nor get through your book, doesn’t that mean that you’ve failed as a storyteller? Why then sniff at them, your audience, and say that they’re just too stupid to appreciate it? This, by the way was what Toni Morisson did when Oprah remarked that she had a tough time understanding a lot of what Morisson wrote.

Morrison’s reply was: “That, my dear, is called reading.”

BR Myers (who I will talk about very soon) begs to differ: “Sorry, my dear Toni, but it’s actually called bad writing,” he says in his 2001 essay, A Reader’s Manifesto.

If you’ve suffered through bad novels disguised as prize-winning literature, this is a very comforting and validating essay to read. (He expanded his essay into a book too.)

Myers says that the American literary fiction scene is dominated by “sentence cults” who are more enamoured with stylistically “unique” sentences (to him – horrible sentences) than a good story.

Here are some tough words from Myers:

Everything written in self-conscious, writerly prose, on the other hand, is now considered to be “literary fiction”—not necessarily good literary fiction, mind you, but always worthier of respectful attention than even the best-written thriller or romance. It is these works that receive full-page critiques, often one in the Sunday book-review section and another in the same newspaper during the week. It is these works, and these works only, that make the annual short lists of award committees. The “literary” writer need not be an intellectual one.

Many critically acclaimed novels today are no more than mediocre “genre” stories told in a conformist amalgam of approved “literary” styles.

This is what the cultural elite wants us to believe: if our writers don’t make sense, or bore us to tears, that can only mean that we aren’t worthy of them.

The literary fiction scene is suffering from a case of “Emperor’s New Clothes”, with the emperor being the overrated literary darlings of the day, the reviewers and publishers the syncophantic courtiers and people like BR Myers the little kid who dared to tell it as it is: The Emperor has no clothes!

Sad to say, the “disease” that Myers talks of is also here in Malaysia. (In an interview with the Atlantic, he says that this is actually an international phenomenon.)

I’ve picked up short story compilations like MPH’s Urban Odysseys, and to put it very bluntly, I found most of the stories in it abysmally boring. One managed to seriously offend me in its first sentence. I also picked up Shih-Li Kow’s Ripples, and found that although the short stories were beautifully crafted they left me empty and unsatisfied. We’re told that these are the best of the best, but why am I not convinced?

Judging from my rant, I won’t blame you if you: a) want to throw a shoe at me for my philistine ways b) think I don’t know what I’m talking about b) think that I’ve not read literary fiction in my life.

The truth is I have a very eclectic reading palette: I read what some may consider “serious” fiction authors (Su Tong, F. Scott Fitzgerald, George Orwell, Katherine Mansfield, Guy de Maupassant and Rudyard Kipling are among my favourite authors), and I also read “genre” fiction – crime (Michael Connelly wins!), fantasy (cheers to Robin Hobb) and science fiction (Marion Zimmer Bradley!). Non-fiction forms a large part of my library as well (I seem to gravitate towards books about food shortages, economic turmoil and ecological disasters). I also read the entire works of Shakespeare by the time I graduated university, thanks to my fantastic literature lecturer.

The point of the list is that I think, as a reader, I can be a pretty good judge on what’s a good story. And sadly, a lot of literary fiction bore me to tears.

The point is: If you think a book is bad, it’s probably because it really sucks.

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Alice Hoffman gets angry … on Tweeter

alice_hoffmanRecently I remarked that some Malaysian authors and publishers couldn’t take criticisms. Apparently this trait is a global one.

After all, Anne Rice let off steam at reviewers in Amazon.com (my earlier post: Anne Rice strikes back at nasty reviewers), so why not Alice Hoffman … on Twitter?

Got the news from Sharon Bakar’s blog that Hoffman was none-too-pleased with one not-so-positive review of her latest book, The Story Sisters.

She wrote over several tweets:

“Roberta Silman in the Boston Globe is a moron. How do some people get to review books? And give the plot away.”

“Now any idiot can be a critic. Writers used to review writers. My second novel was reviewed by Ann Tyler. So who is Roberta Silman?”

“No wonder there is no book section in the Globe anymore — they don’t care about their readers, why should we care about them”

Ooh, entertaining. But rather than stop there she actually released the email and phone number of the said reviewer to her fans … and my Gen-X opinion: WTF?

Expressing your opinion (no matter how ungenerous) is one thing, but to leak out the personal contact details of a reviewer … er, hello, they call it stalking in some circles. Not cool man, not cool.

Hoffman received mostly boos from the Twitteratti. Hoffman has since disabled her Twitter account and wrote a “sort of” apology but the what’s on the Internet is eternal, sadly, and Hoffman may be remembered by some as being one of the most immature authors around. Which probably may not be true. (I mean, don’t you have days when you behave like a two-year-old?)

But the lesson remains. It’s the Internet age, folks. Think twice before you tweet in anger. Especially if you’re famous.

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Robin Hobb to writers: Don’t blog!

Robin Hobb, the anti-bloggerRobin Hobb is my favourite fantasy writer. Not many fantasy authors can create such well-rounded characters and engage the readers with exciting plots. And because of that, I googled to find her blog, hoping to catch a glimpse of the author behind my favourite books.

Instead, I discovered that she hated blogs, calling them “anti-fiction”, and that she believed authors who blog have “fallen to the dark side.

Her rant surprised and disappointed me at first. I didn’t like her condescending tone at all ( am I a less dedicated author if I blog?) and thought that it was ironic that by writing that rant, she was essentially blogging. ;)

But after reading her rant more thoroughly and without my “I blog therefore I am” blinders on, I realised that she has a point. I particularly agree with what she said about blogging getting in the way of writing your manuscript:

Daily you will rise and go to your keyboard. You will blog. And you will read what people write in response to your blog. And you will write responses to what they have written. And then you will visit the blogs of those who have responded to you. And you will write pleasant and cheery comments there. And then you will go back to your own blog, to see if anyone has responded to your responses. And then you will go back to the blogs of others, to see if anyone has responded to your responses to them.

And the clock will suddenly say midnight. And you will look at your manuscript in consternation. How can it be that there are no new pages, not even a paragraph? Where has the time vanished? Why are your hands so weary?

I can attest that my hands are weary at the end of the day – too weary to write my manuscript. As a professional writer who writes for bread and butter, I spend hours writing something that is not my Great Malaysian Novel. And while I enjoy my work, I find it almost impossible to write anything creatively at the end of my working day because I’m all written out.

So yes, to an extend, if you spend hours blogging, it does get in the way of your manuscript.

If you have totally no control over yourself.

If you tell yourself “I will only blog for half an hour a day” and keep to it, then blogging is doable. If you know your priorities – to get that manuscript done by so and so date – and achieve them through proper time management, then blogging is okay.

But to write off blogs entirely just because there’s a possibility of it robbing you of time with your manuscript is short sighted. Blogs are fantastic ways to interact with your readers (if you’re already an established or published author) or introduce yourself to readers (if you’re trying to make it).

I’ve been blogging for five over years now, and the friends I’ve met from around the world – some whom I’ve met personally – are simply precious. Why close that door?

I blog because I cannot not write. I do not limit my writing to my manuscript; I do not consider one medium of writing better than another. Because writing is who I am, and blogging is just another aspect of my self.

Other views:

  1. Robin Hobb is not entirely wrong
  2. Robin Hobb’s attack on author blogging
  3. Robin Hobb on the evil’s of blogging for writers

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Su Tong’s allure

Some people consider Su Tong China’s best writer in the 21st (and 20th) century, and they’re right. Well, I consider him that.

I got to know about Su Tong after watching the immortal Zhang Yimou movie Raise the Red Lantern. Then I found his book, Rice, and was enthralled. In the book, you get to see the disintegration of a family. I seem to remember with great clarity that one of the characters is really disturbing. She has a feline quality to her character, and an undercurrent of vengeance in her spirit, expertly masked by her drowsy mannerisms.

Su Tong, in my opinion, just captures the spirit of the Chinese excellently. The tragedy, the sadness inherent in our millenia-history, the blight of our flawed human nature … he makes it all so beautiful and poetic for some reason.

But he isn’t what I call an easy author to read because sadness just permeates every page of his books … and I’m the sort that likes to be happy when I read! Hah.

The most gorgeous thing about my work, and my sister’s, is that we both get free books. Can you imagine what amazing luck it was that my sister brought home Su Tong’s latest translated novel, My Life as Emperor, home? Now, if only I could set aside some time to read it (I still have a few “assigned” novels to read and review).

Meanwhile, if you want to try reading Su Tong, do start out with the novella Raise the Red Lantern. It’s one of his finest.

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Anne Rice strikes back at nasty reviewers

As a book reviewer, I try to remember that behind the book I’m reviewing is a person who has poured heart and soul (well, most of the time) into the writing of the novel. So you can say I’m nice most of the time in my reviews.

Now, Anne Rice’s latest book Blood Canticle has drawn sharp reviews, to put it mildly, from some of the readers at Amazon.com. Some, supposedly, who were avid fans of hers. In a surprising turn of events, Rice struck back, posting a reply to all the nasty comments on Amazon.com:

Now, if it doesn’t appeal to you, fine. You don’t enjoy it? Read somebody else. But your stupid arrogant assumptions about me and what I am doing are slander. And you have used this site as if it were a public urinal to publish falsehood and lies. I’ll never challenge your democratic freedom to do so, and yes, I’m answering you, but for what it’s worth, be assured of the utter contempt I feel for you, especially those of you who post anonymously (and perhaps repeatedly?) and how glad I am that this book is the last one in a series that has invited your hateful and ugly responses.

Together now: Ouch.

To tell you the truth, Rice’s later novels have not matched the standard she has set with The Vampire Lestat. Vittoro the Vampire was my last Rice book. It wasn’t terribly bad but I felt as if I was reading a Young Adult version of Rice’s vampire series, devoid of the complex relationships that entraced me earlier. After a while, they even got repetitive. I was supposed to read Blackwood Farm but it was so bad – it appeared to be the stream of consciousness ramblings of a vampire, and I’ve had enough of Virginia Woolf since college – that I had to return it, saying: “Uh-uh. If I review this, I’ll trash this so bad it’ll set sales plunging.”

Another reason why I returned it was because I didn’t want to end up having to read it all!

So, should Rice have dropped that comment like she did? Well, I can understand why she could be peeved. Criticise the book but not the person, says I. But dropping a comment like that does paint an image of ‘bad loser’ all over her. Several blogs commented on what she did: Cynical-C Blog and Weirdwriter

Read the nice long list of reviews at Amazon.com.