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let’s talk about…

let’s talk about…

…why Markus Zusak is awesome. But first, this:

Markus Zusak reading The Book Thief

1. He’s a published author – this doesn’t make every published author awesome, but it wasn’t the obvious first choice so I went for it.

2. He’s Australian – which most people would have listed first, but we’re all about the unexpected surprises here at anecdotalmusings. Also, I’ll point out to you something the host pointed out about 8 times last night: Markus Zusak is a “bit of Australian Eye-Candy”. This moniker did well with the audience. Jen and I realized at this point that the majority of the audience was probably crossover from the “Twi-mom” phenomenon. We actually watched one of the moms get all touchy with Mr. Zusak which made us both quite uncomfortable.

3. He’s a really good published author – seriously. If you haven’t read The Book Thief yet you should do it right now. You don’t know how long you’ll be alive, best not waste another moment.

4. He coached Rugby. Which he called football. Also, he apparently, on occasion, wears beanies.

4. He’s one of the most engaging authors I’ve heard – I’ve sat through several readings/author appearances and they’re always slightly awkward. The audience is filled with a lot of expectation and the author, though vastly entertaining on the page, is either shy & unsure or overly confident & cocky. Neither of which breed a pleasant interaction. Markus, however, is used to speaking to large audiences of teenagers. He mentioned that at the start of his career he mostly spoke to groups of 200 fourteen year old boys who were forced into assembly rather than gym and were ready to rip him to shreds. If you’ve worked with teenagers before you know that you have to endear yourself to them rather quickly or they, rather quickly, will make your life hell.

He began the evening telling a story from his teenage years about life as the youngest child and how fortune favored him one day with the opportunity to “get his brother back” for some of his ill-treatment. The story involved hard-boiled eggs and learning to crack them on one’s forehead. It was quite funny and surprising the way the story developed. He told the story in order to provide examples for four things he felt were important his writing process. Unfortunately, I don’t remember all four, but it was a wonderfully enlightening experience. He talked about the importance of detail for veracity and distinction. He talked about knowing your audience and gearing the story toward them. He talked a lot about writing the kinds of books that only he could write and how careful he is about only including the sorts of details that are vitally important to his story.

Jen and I were both excited to learn that he writes his stories chronologically (a refreshing sort of fact since everyone seems to think writing them from the end is trendy) as well as writing out notes and working on his novels in notebooks. He was very encouraging to the students that were in attendance at the reading last night after having spent most of the day with the Tampa Prep students (I might have been a bit green when I heard about that). I love to hear authors encourage students, not only to read, but learn how to write as well. I think it’s an essential part of education. There was a really good turn out, too. Though Jen and I were the only ones that fell into the college-age/young professional category.

It was quite the fun evening. And inspiring. We’re quickly approaching NaNoWriMo. With that in mind Jen and I both are waiting in breathless anticipation to begin projects that we’re both excited to write about. Young Adult Literature is easily passed over, but if you can do it well, I feel like the community generated out of it absolutely wonderful. It’s something I’d like to be a part of some day.

Vivid Verbosity

Vivid Verbosity

Also titled Summer Reading – The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

  I first became conscious of The Book Thief‘s existence in the last Border’s near me. Jenna and I had made the trek to St. Pete in effort to find a Paperchase journal suitable for holding the next year of my life and Border’s was the only place to purvey these particular journals. Alas, we trekked in vain and found, much to my dismay, that whomever is in charge of graphic design for Paperchase’s journals is now heavily influenced by 12 year olds and neon color combinations.

  Anyway, Jenna said something about it supposedly being a good book. Then my friend The Scholastic Mind suggested it to me. I figured the fates were conspiring or something and added it to my Library Hold List. It joined the stack of books that went with me to vacation. Truth be told I actually finished The Book Thief back in Riverview (but it was Sunday night so it still counted as vacation). I looked at the first page on Amazon before I requested it at the library and was immediately hooked.

  Here’s the opening:

First the colors.
Then the humans.
That’s usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try.

***HERE IS A SMALL FACT ***
You are going to die.

I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

***Reaction to the ***
AFOREMENTIONED fact
Does this worry you?
I urge you–don’t be afraid.
I’m nothing if not fair.

-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  That is the first page of this novel. If you’re anything like me your immediate reaction was something like, “What?” So opens a novel narrated by Death sometimes known as The Grim Reaper. And he’s an odd one. But it’s fascinating. Death is an unconventional storyteller, he gives away the end before the story has really gotten started, he bases a lot of action in colors and feelings; he tells the story in the way he would want to hear it.

  And it is a hauntingly beautiful story. It’s about the things that make humans great, the capacity for love and caring, as well as the things that make men monsters. It’s a story of Holocaust Germany unlike any you’ve read or seen before because Death is unflinching in his narration. He has no side, he has no motive, he’s just tired.

  Zusak employed possibly the most striking narrator I’ve ever read. He also wove a believably human story about children who grew up in Nazi Germany and were only vaguely aware of the atrocities around them. But I think my favorite element was the illustration of the book that Max (a Jew hiding in the basement) makes Liesel for her collection. In the middle of the book there are several pages devoted entirely to the recreation of Max’s book, written and illustrated by Max. Yeah, definitely my favourite part. There was so much effort and detail in that section.

  Eventually I’ll talk more about what I learned from Mr. Zusak’s writing. But for now I think I’ll leave you with this tidbit of exciting information. I receive emails from Inkwood Books about upcoming readings and events. Last month there was a “Save the Date” section that informed me Markus Zusak would be speaking at Tampa Preparatory school October 13th at 7 pm. I plan on attending. I’m very excited. And if any of you want to join me, just let me know.

SIDENOTE: Yesterday the interwebs were telling me that it was Read a Book Day or something like that. I hope that you’ve had the opportunity to read a book. And if not make the time today.

The Love of History

The Love of History

My favorite subject in school was History. My senior year during an afternoon of taking notes about the Holocaust my teacher let loose the following anecdote and it further cemented her as my favorite teacher and History as my favorite thing to study.

She paused in the midst of her notes and said something to the effect of, “You know everyone talks about how awesome Winston Churchill was. And he was a great man. But he also smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish. And when he found out that Hitler was dead and they were going to be able to claim victory over Germany, Churchill got in his car, drove over (some bridge between wherever he was commanding and the enemy line), pissed on enemy soil, got back in his car and went back to HQ.”

That’s why I love history. No, not because you discover the bathroom habits of famous politicians, but because when you hear stories like this you rediscover the humanity of the people who lived before you. Eras are no longer shrouded in the mist of the unknown, but are populated with normal people who did things much like we do (they just wore different clothes and weren’t as obsessed with their cell phones).

The Book Thief reminded me again of this passionate love of history. The second half of my senior year in high school was devoted to learning about the Holocaust. We watched Schindler’s List, discussed Anne Frank and Winston Churchill, and learned so many facts and figures about Hitler’s meticulous takeover. What was particularly interesting to me was the sheer amount of policy Hitler put in place to make what he did legal. That blew my mind as a student, to think laws could be so corrupted. I was fascinated by propaganda (and the roll it still plays today). We visited a Holocaust Museum and learned about other schools’ Holocaust projects.  About six months after I graduated President Ahmadinejad made waves claiming the Holocaust didn’t happen and I remembered thinking, “Really?”

Another story kind of like this happened in sixth grade when we had a substitute teacher for my hour and half long math and science class. I wish so much that I could remember his name because I think it’s because of this man that I find weird historical stories so interesting. He told us bizarre things about the Lincoln assassination and subsequent trials. As well as a very strange story involving a hanging and a man who seemed too light to hang so they tied a boulder to his feet. (You can imagine for yourself what happened as well as the room full of sixth grade boys’ reactions).

So, I’m looking through Pinterest and I find these three prints:

Wash Your Mouth out with Soap

Let's Compare Bullet Wounds, Shall we?

Let's Compare Bullet Wounds, Shall we?

Ladies' Man?

Turns out they were posters made by a girl named Jenny Burrows  as part of her design portfolio and they’ve sort of blown up all over the internet the past week or so. Serendipitous for this week’s posts which all have something to do with The Holocaust and The Book Thief (or will anyway). And it is cool to me that graphic art and literature play such an important part in historical education. (I’m not a proponent of the historical revision that my Grampa Russ gripes about quite often) which romanticizes events inaccurately. But anything that sparks a little curiosity is great in my mind. Spark some curiosity, do some research, and learn something new… all the cool kids are doing it.

Summer Reading – The Book Thief

Summer Reading – The Book Thief

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Today I owe you a review about The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Unfortunately you’ll have to wait until a little later than 5 pm. It’s Labor Day today which means I will be working all day (everyone loves to visit the pool on long weekends).

But when I get home I promise to crank out a wonderfully verbose and vivid description of my experience reading this unique novel. I hope you can stand the wait. Now, I’m off to get breakfast and set up for work.

Have a solid holiday :)

-n.