Thursday, October 3, 2013

I have to share this review BUT there's other stuff too.

There is something about a review that says, "...examining the dehumanization wrought by reality television on its “stars” and on its viewers..." that makes me scream "SWEET MOTHER OF ALL SQUID! SOMEBODY GETS ME!"

This happened to me yesterday when I laid eyes on this, from The Horn Book Magazine's review of Reality Boy.

Reality Boy by A. S. King

When Gerald was five, TV’s Network Nanny (complete with British accent and the “naughty chair”) came to his house, along with camera crews, to help solve his behavior problems—apparently he screamed a lot and punched walls. Now nearly seventeen, Gerald bears the emotional scars of having his deeply dysfunctional childhood nationally televised—and worse, edited to make him seem like the troubled one in the family. He became known as “the Crapper” for defecating on tables and in closets, but we soon learn the reason for his behavior: his oldest sister Tasha, obviously a psychopath, had been trying, early and often, to kill him and their sister Lisi. When Gerald meets Hannah, he discovers he’s not the only one with a messed-up family, and the two teens decide to run away together. There’s less here of the magical realism for which King is known (Everybody Sees the Ants, rev. 1/12; Ask the Passengers, rev. 1/13), but fans will recognize the author’s expert skill at believably portraying a bullied, neglected, angry teen in desperate need of healing and love. As always, King’s societal critique is spot-on and scathing, this time examining the dehumanization wrought by reality television on its “stars” and on its viewers in order to feel better about themselves. Put down the remote and pick up Reality Boy—it’s a showstopper. --The Horn Book Magazine

I'm so grateful and overwhelmed with the reviews for this book.

In other news, I'm a week from being in Portland and I haven't even begun to think about packing. I think I know where my pants are. Our bedroom is the last to come together in this house, and it's presently just piles of things. Orderly piles, lest you think we're slobs, but piles all the same. Please remind me to bring my swimsuit and goggles. Rochester hotel has a pool.

I hung out with E.E. Charlton-Trujillo today for a few hours and that woman might possibly be the coolest person on Earth. Have you heard about her At Risk Summer project? 

And so was Martin Amis. I only put this in not-all-caps because we all know that without Salman Rushdie, I may have never moved from one damp room in a Dublin flat (my sitting room, where I read) to the other, damper room of my Dublin flat (my bedroom, where the typewriter was.) There was much great talk about writing. Andrew Smith, next time we tee up remind me to tell you what was said that I think you would have loved. Also, there was talk about "likable"characters which was broad and succinct and brilliant.

My appearances in Portland will be private mostly. I will be speaking at the dessert on Friday night at OASL, but outside of that, the next public appearance for me will be Rochester, NY where a stack of librarians are so awesome, I could explode. Check my tour dates if you want to check it out.

LESS THAN THREE conference is in 16 days! Again, there is a link just over there.---->

I just saw the first REALITY BOY hardcover. It's lovely. I promise.

Look at this.
Just look at it.
Just LOOK at this. 

There is a game of Ping Pong waiting for me downstairs. Since I have priorities, I have to go now.

Pip pip! Tally Ho!


Unknown said...

Can't wait to see you in Rochester!

Adrienne Gillespie said...

I'm looking forward to seeing you at the OASL conference next weekend! I have the first hold on Reality Boy at the library. I can't wait to get my hands on it.