#contemporary fiction
If Vera were born forty years earlier, her looks and figure could be the envy of all her friends. Instead, she lives hyper aware that contouring, styling and
– a shallow existence never appealed anyway– but she wouldn’t mind the attention if it got her causes notice. Soon, it won’t matter. She’s getting attentionwhether she wants it or not . The heir to a throne always does. Along with that attention she meets an intriguing man who is far more than his bland appearance suggests.Aesthetic made by @guardians-of-las-vyxen
my muse: excerpt
“You are more to me than all art can ever be.” - Oscar Wilde, ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’
Excerpt #1
James had never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He much preferred to keep it securely tucked inside his chest beneath the cashmere layers of his sweaters. He would likely never have spoken to Adrien at all, would’ve been too shy to even attempt it, had Adrien not chosen during one of the class tea breaks to speak to him first.
Before long, James had found himself looking forward to class in a way he never had before. Some mornings, he took the spiral stairs two at a time. He dreaded the moment of class ending almost as much as he longed for it, because Adrien always hung around afterwards for just a few moments to talk to him. And James had grown familiar with the envious glances of his classmates because, of all the interesting and talented people who milled around the studio, Adrien - bright, charming, vivacious Adrien - had chosen to speak to him.
That was the other reason why the prospect of submitting the painting tomorrow filled him with dread: it meant that the project was over, that Adrien’s job was finished, that James no longer had the means or the excuse to see him every other day.
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my muse:locations
The Moûsai Academy of Arts
An elite university for the study of the arts, including poetry, music, theatre, history, dance, and astronomy.
Excerpt:
The old building always took on a strange atmosphere after moonrise. There was something transient, something ethereal about it that gave one the inexplicable feeling of having somehow slipped into a different world. A world where moonlight shimmered through stained glass and cast subtle opalescent hues of blue and violet across a polished marble floor, where alabaster columns glimmered like white-gold and ivory.
The Studio
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Paintings hung high on the walls, the remnants of students from bygone years, forgotten moments in time captured in elegant brushstrokes and vibrant colours. Sculptures lined the shelves and topped the cabinets, images of the classical muses of art and inspiration standing proud alongside renaissance icons of creativity, each molded carefully from clay and decorated beautifully with a reverence that bordered on worship. Glass-fronted cabinets stood against the walls, filled with paints and oil pastels, pencils and charcoals. Rolled up sheets of blank canvas stacked in overflowing racks.
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Current Read is The Wangs Vs The World by Jade Chang! So far this book is hilarious!
Growing up male in America, there were many damaging things I learned about being a man. Society taught me some of these things explicitly, while others were implicitly made clear through potential consequences that were a constant threatening undercurrent. The one I want to discuss here is the one I find myself thinking about a lot these days as a high school teacher and a writer of fiction for young adults: the lie that boys do not feel deeply, that we are simply hard-wired to be insensitive.
Society constantly bombarded me with this lie even as I knew it wasn’t true. As a kid, I cried easily. I enjoyed poetry and reading. I loved cuddling stuffed animals. I felt bonded to pretty much any living thing I came across (or even any inanimate object if given a name). But as I grew older, I received the message loud and clear that these were not aspects of myself I should embrace publicly, or I would be labeled as “gay” or a “pussy” and then suffer the social consequences. Of course, as a kid I didn’t have the ability to deconstruct the homophobia and misogyny inherent to this limiting view of masculinity and the wider damage caused by buying into it. I didn’t have the self-esteem to be my actual self. Instead, I downplayed all of those “softer” sides. I learned to stop crying, to hide my stuffed animals, to avoid emotions outside of humor and anger. I emphasized the sports I played and the girls I wanted to get with. So it was not that as a male I did not feel things deeply, but that I became an expert of suppression.
As a result, I never lacked for friends, which I suppose was the point of conforming. But, even so, I was always lonely. I never felt very close to any of the guys I hung out with in my middle school or high school years no matter the quantity of time we spent together. I believe they were also buying into the same lie as me—a lie even more strongly messaged to boys of color—so there was this collective unspoken agreement to never talk about anything too real, anything that would expose our softness. Instead, we played—sports, video games, music, etc.—because to play was to distract ourselves, to make us believe our friendship was deeper than it was. Yet I always wondered how many of us were secretly lonely, how many of us dealt with that loneliness in damaging ways.
I think this is why when I write YA fiction, I gravitate toward exploring friendship among boys, and particularly boys of color. This is why my characters are, at their core, lonely. After the Shot Dropsbegins with Bunny and Nasir each in isolation, struggling with the fallout of Bunny’s decision to transfer schools. Their issues are grounded in this loneliness, and it seems so obvious that they could resolve their problems if only they knew how to communicate honestly, to be vulnerable with each other. But the challenge here as a writer of realistic fiction is the challenge of real life: how do they overcome all of the societal programming that pressures them to do the exact opposite?
As many writers of children’s literature, I believe that fiction can serve as a roadmap. It can be countercultural, can be a form of resistance that shows readers another way to exist. A better way, a more freeing way. That is what I hoped I have done with Nasir and Bunny, and it’s what I hope to do with my other stories as well. I consider myself lucky to be writing at a time when so much of what I’ve struggled with in silence is now part of the national conversation, and I’m proud to be writing alongside so many other young adult authors who are trying to dismantle these toxic ideas. InThe Fire Next Time, James Baldwin writes, “Love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” I am hopeful that these stories will help our boys figure out how to remove their masks in order to construct a healthier masculinity.
Randy Ribay is the author of An Infinite Number of Parallel UniversesandAfter the Shot Drops. He was born in the Philippines and raised in the Midwest. A graduate of the University of Colorado and the Harvard Graduate School of Education, he is a high school English teacher in the San Francisco Bay Area where he lives with his wife and two dog-children.
After the Shot Drops is available for purchase.
Because everyone loves someone, and anyone who loves someone has had those desperate nights where we lie awake trying to figure our how we can afford to carry on being human beings. Sometimes that makes us do things that seem ridiculous in hindsight, but which felt like the only way out at the time.
—Fredrik Backman, Anxious People.
I can’t remember if I thought about this at the beginning. How it was doomed to end unhappily.
He nodded looking at me. I did, he said. I just thought it would be worth it.
— Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends.
I know I’m not a great guy, he said. But I do love you, you know. Of course I do. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I didn’t know if you wanted to hear it. I’m sorry.
I was smiling. My eyes were closed still. It felt good to be wrong about everything. Since when have you loved me? I said.
Since I met you, I would think. If I wanted to be very philosophical about it, I’d say I loved you before then.
—Conversations With Friends, Sally Rooney.
I feel so frightened of being hurt — not of the suffering, which I know I can handle, but the indignity of the suffering, the indignity of being open to it.
—Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You.
And by now you can only look at me with pity - not with love or friendship but just pity, like I’m something half-dead lying on the roadside and the kindest thing would be to put me out of my misery.
—Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You.
Maybe eventually we will just drop out of each other’s lives, or become friends after all, or something else. But whatever happens will at least be the result of this experiment, which feels at times like it’s going badly wrong, and at other times feels like the only kind of relationship worth having.
Sally Rooney, Beautiful World Where Are You.
Chapter 8 of The Day You Walked Into My Life is now available on Wattpad!
If you are looking for a romantic story that will tug on your heart strings and take you away from the craziness of the world, this might be the story for you. Take a walk in Olivia’s shoes as she wades into the stormy waters of love, betrayal, and heartbreak.
Check it out now: wattpad.com/story/232207083-the-day-you-walked-into-my-life
ARC Review: The Family Chao by Lan Samantha Chang
ARC Review: The Family Chao by Lan Samantha Chang
The residents of Haven, Wisconsin, have dined on the Fine Chao Restaurant’s delicious Americanized Chinese food for thirty-five years, happy to ignore any unsavory whispers about the family owners. But when brash, charismatic, and tyrannical patriarch Leo Chao is found dead—presumed murdered—his sons discover that they’ve drawn the exacting gaze of the entire town.The ensuing trial brings to…
Audiobook Review: Where the Wild Ladies Are by Aoko Matsuda
Audiobook Review: Where the Wild Ladies Are by Aoko Matsuda
A busybody aunt who disapproves of hair removal; a pair of door-to-door saleswomen hawking portable lanterns; a cheerful lover who visits every night to take a luxurious bath; a silent house-caller who babysits and cleans while a single mother is out working. Where the Wild Ladies Are is populated by these and many other spirited women—who also happen to be ghosts. This is a realm in which…
ALC Review: Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr
ALC Review: Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr
Thirteen-year-old Anna, an orphan, lives inside the formidable walls of Constantinople in a house of women who make their living embroidering the robes of priests. Restless, insatiably curious, Anna learns to read, and in this ancient city, famous for its libraries, she finds a book, the story of Aethon, who longs to be turned into a bird so that he can fly to a utopian paradise in the sky. This…
i’m in need of some good book recommendations, so if anyone wants to share any of their favs :)) (i’m into contemporary fiction & mystery/thrillers)