My favourite first sentences – in no particular order. Jonathan K Benton

bookWithout a great book to support them, the following sentences might not have been so great. Each sentence appeals to me in a different way. For example: Douglas Adams’s unique voice exudes personality. Dickens’s words are profound, and who knew C. S. Lewis was a comedian?

Here they are, in no particular order:

 

 

 

‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way –’

Charles Dickens The Tale of Two Cities

‘There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.’

C. S Lewis The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

 ‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.’

J. R. R. Tolkien The Hobbit

‘Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.’

Douglas Adams The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

‘All children, except one, grow up.’

J. M. Barrie Peter Pan

‘When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.’

Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games

‘The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm.’

Ray Bradbury Something Wicked This Way Comes

Let me know your favourite first sentence and I will add them to this post. I’ll even read the book, if I haven’t already.

Jonathan K Benton

 

The New Zealand Herald reviews A Wicked Kind of Dark

Ngaire Atmore Pattison reviews A Wicked Kind of Dark for The New Zealand Herald:

‘The debut novel from a Kiwi author, this story does a slick job of combining fantasy and reality. The plot deals with love and magic and will appeal to a young adult audience. Benton wears his literary influences on his sleeve and refers to more than one popular cultural touchstone while keeping the reader hooked’.

Jonathan K Benton

A bit of fun – A Wicked Kind of Dark

If A Wicked Kind of Dark was a movie, who would play the leads? The cast I came up with would cost a fortune! Every author, in fact everyone, is allowed to dream …

I think Julia Roberts would be perfect for Tala Lae.

Julia Roberts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’d pick Sean Bean to play the part of Rafael Lae.

Sean Bean

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christian Bale – I couldn’t think of a better Gabriel

Christian Bale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dustin Hoffman would make the ideal Arthur.

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Tim Robbins for Dennis

Tim Robbins

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Allaria could be played by Audrey Tautou

Audrey Tautou

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carey Mulligan as Luthien

Carey Mulligan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I cannot pick Robert – if you’ve read this far, perhaps you can help?

AND

Do you agree with the actors I’ve chosen?

Jonathan K Benton

A wonderful, thought-provoking guest blog by Joelene Pynnonen

corelandsWhen Jonathan kindly (and perhaps a little too trustingly) invited me to do a guest blog, I was befittingly flattered. When he came up with the topic for me, I was delighted. He’d unwittingly done all of the hard work and I could claim it as my own. This, by the way, is my modus operandi. What made it even more perfect, however, was that the topic seemed tailored for me. As in, if Jonathan had shadowed me for a week like a detective – or a stalker – he could not have posed a better question. Granted, had he done that, his question might well have been ‘Why is your cat the only one who loves you?’. I hate being left with loose ends so, FYI, I feed her. It’s not love so much as common sense.

Okay, so that previous paragraph? Procrastination. Level: expert. Let’s stop that and jump right into the topic at hand. What would I like to see more of in YA and where do I see the market heading in the future?

Surprisingly enough, the answer to the former is also the answer to the latter. Both are very simple. ‘What are they?’ I hear you ask. “More hot boys? More hot girls? More bunny rabbits?’ No, no…and a few more bunnies wouldn’t go astray but it wasn’t what I was thinking of.

I want diversity.

So yeah, simple. One word and we’re done…

Oh, I’m meant to explain?

Okay. I want to see the kaleidoscope of our world depicted in YA. I want major characters to be people of colour, gay people or people with disabilities. I want to read about women who own their stories, set their own pace and don’t let anyone push them around. Or, you know what? Throw me a combination. I can handle it. But it needs to be realistic, respectful, thoughtful. It needs to be researched.

And, for the love of all things holy, no consolation traits. I don’t want to read an Asian character who I am assured is ‘exotic’ in the hopes of making her more palatable. I don’t want a gay character who is just so super-lovable that I’ll forgive their sexual proclivities, a female character who can do everything to make up for all of the ones who can do nothing, or a paraplegic who is an amazing genius because what else could she have to offer? Like all characters, their personalities are what they have to offer. Make us believe in them and we won’t need a consolation prize for their supposed defects.

White, male, able-bodied and beautiful has to stop being the default for books everywhere. It is destroying our understanding of everything that matters. We live in an incomprehensible world where we can watch a movie and deeply empathise with three metre tall blue people who communicate with their flipping hair, but we can’t accept the amazingly talented Amandla Stenberg being cast as Rue in the Hunger Games because she’s African American. The problem with having such a standard mould for major characters is that even when we’re expressly told that a character shatters that mould, we don’t get it. So authors everywhere need to be smashing those moulds until we do.

And they are. I’d love to be able to say that it’s a snowball effect going on but, quite frankly, the snow is not yet falling fast enough to cover the ground let alone warrant snowballs (and this sentence here? This is why Joelene is not allowed into the metaphor jar).

I can see this changing, though (not the metaphor jar. Joelene will never be allowed into the metaphor jar. We’re talking diversity again). Some very brave authors are pushing diversity in their novels, hoping to help shape a more open-minded world than ours is yet. Some very brave agents are supporting them. And what better market to do it with than YA? The age where people are still evaluating and re-evaluating the world around them; not yet set in their ways. The age where they question themselves, their parents and the world in general.

It isn’t perfect yet but if we, as readers, buy and read and recommend books by or about (or, better yet, by and about) culturally, mentally and physically diverse men and women, we will be the catalyst for change. And it’s well past time to hear voices unlike the dominant voices in our stories, speaking from an unfamiliar background. This world is a beautiful, messy, confounding and diverse place. It is time that YA fiction reflected the truth of it.

Joelene’s Bio

Joelene Pynnonen embraces the life of an avid book lover in every way. Her household is ruled cruelly by a wrathful cat; and should a fire ever start it is doubtful that she would make it past the elegant stacks of novels to her room door. At least once a year she coerces her mother into watching the BBC mini-series of Pride and Prejudice with her, and will often follow up by re-reading the book.

When not reading or bowing to the will of the tyrant cat, Joelene likes to draw, make futile attempts at learning Finnish and occasionally work in a bookstore.

A moment that changed my life – a tragedy that should never have happened.

Jonathan small fileI never thought I’d write about this – some things are too personal. But recently someone brought to my attention an article published this year concerning a tragedy that happened a long time ago, something that changed me, and the way that I viewed life http://www.times.co.nz/news/recalling-a-tragic-night-20-years-on.html. The article caused me to rethink my silence.

I was sixteen when a drunk driver lost control of his car, crashing into the vehicle in which I was a passenger. My left foot was crushed, my lip left dangling by a thread. I lost some teeth, and one of my cheekbones was smashed to pieces, requiring plastic surgery and a titanium plate. The fire department cut me from the wreck. Other than post-traumatic stress syndrome, and early-onset arthritis, which left me unable to compete at sport to the level in which I was accustomed, I survived. I was lucky.

Julie King lost her life in that same accident. Her siblings lost a sister, her parents their daughter. In her too-short and  beautiful life, Julie had proven herself to be one of the few people who never spoke ill of others, who always had nice things to say, who acted with integrity, who was intelligent, artistic and passionate, and was  motivated solely by the goodness of her heart. She shone brighter than most.

I sometimes used to feel sorry for myself, for never being able to sprint again. Then I would feel guilty for feeling sorry for myself. I was alive. Then I’d feel more guilt for feeling grateful to be alive. I simply didn’t know what to feel. If I could reach back in time and give myself some advice, I would tell teenage me to talk about it. Death is confronting.

I’m older now, and while I cannot know the pain that Julie’s family went through – to lose a child is unimaginable – I do know this: I have not, nor will I ever forget you, Julie. You are a part of my writing; you are a part of me, and the deep abiding sadness that I feel to this day is testimony to just how beautiful you were.

Six quotes to help you get through the day – Jonathan K Benton

fae-combo1) If you’re going through hell, keep going – Winston Churchill

Thank goodness for Winston. This quote has inspired me through some tough times.

2) I can resist everything but temptation – Oscar Wilde

I love this quote. I thank Oscar’s genius every time I reach into the freezer for some chocolate ice-cream or push the snooze button on the alarm clock.

3) Always forgive your enemies: nothing annoys them so much – Oscar Wilde

 

Smile at the nasty wretch trying to upset your day. Thanks again, Oscar.

4) If you can dream it, you can do it – Walt Disney

And why not too!

5) I love deadlines, I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by – Douglas Adams

This is my ‘chill out’ quote when I’m stressed – nothing like a bit of humour to calm the nerves.

6) We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit – Aristotle

I blogged a few weeks ago about something similar – actions speak louder than words!

If I were a vampire, where would I live?

28If I were a vampire, I would feed exclusively on the worst criminals society vomited up. Food supply is essential. I’ve never been to Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, but Wikipedia says that there were 3164 murders there in 2011. With a population of 3.2 million, Caracas has both the population and crime rate to support a vampire. But would I really want to live there.

Sydney is too sunny – Australia is too sunny. Magic rings, sparkling skin and SPF 1000 + cannot prevent a true vampire from spontaneously combusting in sunlight. Although vampires are creatures of the night, there be day cities and there be night.

I like the idea of New York. It has a big population and plenty of night life. If I were a vampire, I’d stand Batman-like on top of New York’s skyscrapers, and instead of putting psychopathic killers behind bars, I’d eat them.

I like the idea of old world versus new world. Vampires suit the old world and London is one of the mighty European cities. I’d meander London’s cobbled streets at night wearing an expensive suit and a gold pocket-watch. People would know not to mess with the tall mysterious Englishman with pale skin and black pointed beard. I like Great Britain’s regional accents, and yet if I were a vampire, English would be my second language.

If I were a vampire, I’d live on the Venetian canals in a three-level apartment with marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Expensive paintings would line the walls and frescos would bring life to the high ceilings. My stone coffin would lie in a secret chamber beneath the apartment. I would have witnessed Beethoven and countless wars.

Yes! The Italian Dracula – romantic and passionate, ancient and wise.

 

Jonathan K Benton

Show don't tell – it's true of life too!

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Authors know this rule well: show, don’t tell. It’s an important rule, possibly the most important. Readers don’t appreciate being told what to think; they like to experience the novel through a series of vividly drawn scenes, scenarios and settings. What is not said, is often more powerful than what is said. ‘He spun across the polished floor, graceful as Nureyev’ means more to me than ‘He danced expertly’.

‘Actions speak louder than words’ holds a similar meaning. I could tell you that I’m a great dancer, but until you saw me dancing, my words wouldn’t mean much. Show don’t tell. I could claim to own a Ferrari, but wouldn’t it be better to turn up at your house driving one – if you like that kind of thing.

A short blog this week

 

Yours truly and truly yours.

Jonathan K Benton

Please note: I can’t dance like Nureyev, and I don’t own a Ferrari.

Love, crushes and getting over a broken heart – Jonathan K Benton

fae-comboWhen I was at primary school I started to notice that girls were much prettier than boys. I even had a few crushes, but I didn’t make it to the Wendy House for my first kiss until intermediate. Crushes prepared me for the more serious stuff later in life.

My college years began and I started having girlfriends – never at the same time! – but the relationships didn’t last long. Breaking up was never easy for me; nothing is simple when feelings are involved. Tom Cruise summed it up perfectly in Cocktail: ‘Everything ends badly otherwise it wouldn’t end’.

My crushes became more intense. If I was feeling confident I could talk to the girls I liked – make them laugh. If I was insecure, then my mouth dried up and my tongue felt like it had been anaesthetised, tripping over my words.

My first true love entered my life two years out of high school. When we parted ways, I grew disillusioned about almost everything. Love is meant to last forever, right?

After nursing a broken heart (bring out the violins please) for a few years, I met my next girlfriend. She made it possible for me to move on. But time and circumstance prevented this relationship from enduring. Perhaps I was still carrying scars.

My partner today – she’s proof that lightning can strike twice. She’s smart and beautiful and I love her. When we first met, she thought I was a ning-nong. It took me a long time to convince her I was a likeable ning-nong.

I’m no expert on relationships. Being yourself seems logical, otherwise you’ll be found out soon enough. But I’ve learned a few things along the way.

If a relationship ends and you still want to be in it, then don’t pester your ex. Hold your head up high, be prepared to accept ‘no’, and be patient. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.

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While I believe in fairytales, I also think if Cinderella broke up with Prince Charming, she’d eventually find another match. That’s not to say childhood sweethearts can’t grow old and die together, hands held in The Notebook perfection. But you can mend a broken heart, and you can love again. I did.

 

Acting Agony Aunt

Jonathan K Benton

Postscript: what does this blog have to do with writing? At the heart of almost every novel there’s a love story. It doesn’t have to involve love in the romantic sense of the word either. Writing, itself, is a labour of love.

Education – Jonathan K Benton

Jonathan small fileIt seems logical that if a country with a population of 5.4 million circa can create a highly successful publicly funded school system that provides quality education to every member of its society, regardless of background, then this model should be used in every country that truly puts its citizens first – all its citizens.

Finland has created the ideal.

Students are not selected, tracked or streamed during their basic education (4 – 15 years old) in Finland. Early childhood education stresses the importance of diversity and culture. Differences are celebrated in these first years to limit bullying and other destabilising influences in the classroom.

There are no private schools in Finland. Competition to become a teacher is fierce – only the best teachers make it into the classrooms. This is how it should be. Why wouldn’t we want all our children taught by passionate, skilled and extremely well educated pedagogues? Teaching plays an essential role in our society.  We need to recognise its true value, and reward it accordingly, both in status and compensation. Without teachers we wouldn’t have doctors, scientists, artists, or trades people. Teaching is important in terms of agriculture and economy. The healthier the education system, the healthier the society. It’s really that simple.

Some UN studies rank New Zealand and Australia highly in terms of their education systems. This is an unreality. Both these countries possess a large pool of students who perform extremely well, and thus distort results. But a significant number of children in the antipodes do not have access to the same quality of schooling, and find themselves stuck in a cycle of educational neglect.

Governments are forever forking out tax-payer money to generate reports on how to restructure and reform education when a successful working model already exists in Finland. All we need is a team of smart people – educated by brilliant teachers, no doubt – to transition us into the ideal.

Until every child is afforded the same quality of education, then humanity will never reach its full potential. And there’s so much potential.

Just a thought

JKB