My second novel, The City of Sacred Bones, was published in August and it's slowly getting buzz. If you already bought it, awesome! Thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. (If you didn't buy it yet, what are you waiting for... ;-)
To help create more buzz, let me throw an offer out there: if you review The City of Sacred Bones on Amazon, I'll email you a copy of my short story, The Department of Lost and Found. When you post the review, simply email me and I'll send you the file right away!
On Amazon, reviews are everything. Their algorithms keep track of many factors, including purchasing history, best-selling ranks, pricing...and reviews. Reviews are key for writers like me. You see, the more reviews a book has, the more "visible" it becomes on Amazon. The more visible it becomes, the higher it raises in the ranks. As you can imagine, those two things help create buzz. And buzz is the proverbial Golden Ticket for writers.
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Happy Reading,
Katie
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Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The City of Sacred Bones Available NOW!
Just wanted to announce that my new e-book, THE CITY OF SACRED BONES, is being serialized for Kindle, Nook and all things i-whatever. The first volume is available NOW for only $0.99. I've added links below if you're interested in purchasing.
As a promotion, if you are willing to review the book I will give you a FREE copy! Just contact me and we'll work out all the details.
Below is a teaser trailer of what you can expect...
Thanks for all your support. Hope you enjoy reading it!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Some of My Latest Obsessions
I'm highly influenced by movies, books and especially music, so it's no wonder my friends call me "artsy fartsy." I'm known to go through phases of obsession--listening to a song over and over, quoting a movie for days on end, stealing a few minutes here and there throughout the day because I just can't enough of the un-put-downable book I'm reading.
So here are a few of my current obsessions. Hopefully you'll find value in them and pass the word along to all the "artsy fartsy" members in your social circle.
1. Singer Mikky Ekko - You've heard him sing with Rihanna, now listen to this Louisanna-born, Nashville-bred musician's solo stuff. Soothing and ethereal, Mikky's talent deserve recognition.
2. TV program SCAM CITY - This TV show puts economist and traveler Conor Woodman on the tourist trail in some of the world's most favorite cities to unveil the darker, seedy underside of tourist scams. Props to this Irishman for risking his life and health in the name of consumer advocacy. Fascinating stuff--and essential watching for every traveler...
3. Movie AFTER EARTH - A lot of people say director M. Night Shyamalan lost his mojo after Unbreakable. But I think the criticism shouldn't be that his movies are bad (because in my humble opinion they're not) but that misdirected marketing made them out to be something they weren't in order to boost box-office sales. I think this movie may set the record straight that Shyamalan is indeed a crafty screenwriter and creative filmmaker.
So here are a few of my current obsessions. Hopefully you'll find value in them and pass the word along to all the "artsy fartsy" members in your social circle.
1. Singer Mikky Ekko - You've heard him sing with Rihanna, now listen to this Louisanna-born, Nashville-bred musician's solo stuff. Soothing and ethereal, Mikky's talent deserve recognition.
2. TV program SCAM CITY - This TV show puts economist and traveler Conor Woodman on the tourist trail in some of the world's most favorite cities to unveil the darker, seedy underside of tourist scams. Props to this Irishman for risking his life and health in the name of consumer advocacy. Fascinating stuff--and essential watching for every traveler...
3. Movie AFTER EARTH - A lot of people say director M. Night Shyamalan lost his mojo after Unbreakable. But I think the criticism shouldn't be that his movies are bad (because in my humble opinion they're not) but that misdirected marketing made them out to be something they weren't in order to boost box-office sales. I think this movie may set the record straight that Shyamalan is indeed a crafty screenwriter and creative filmmaker.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Book Excerpt: The City of Sacred Bones
In my last post I dangled a carrot and said in my next post I'd be publishing an excerpt from the forthcoming Mara Beltane mystery series, THE CITY OF SACRED BONES. Well, the next blog post is indeed this blog post, so I'm going to shut up now and get on with the excerpt. Without further ado, the first three chapters of THE CITY OF SACRED BONES, a work-in-progress and sequel to The City of Lost Secrets.
(To see a video trailer of THE CITY OF SACRED BONES, click here and scroll down a bit.)
(To see a video trailer of THE CITY OF SACRED BONES, click here and scroll down a bit.)
CHAPTER 1
Piazza San Pietro
St. Peter’s Square
Rome
The cobblestones were still damp
from early morning rain and tourists flooded the square. I navigated my way
through the elliptical space, past the pink granite obelisk, and stared up in
awe at the statues of the saints perched high atop the curved colonnade that
surrounded me.
Suddenly a child darted across my
path, rousting a pack of pigeons and sending them in a cacophony of wing
flutters across the sky. I sidestepped the young boy, who frowned at his
failure to catch one of the birds, and continued walking straight. The
palace-like façade that was my final destination loomed in front of me, a
behemoth of Renaissance mastery.
I had received an email from my
Israeli friend Uri a few days before. He had heard about the success of my
latest novel and wondered if I might be up for another adventure. Perhaps I
needed material for my next book, he’d asked. Maybe he could help me research
that book too, he’d suggested.
“If so,” Uri wrote, “meet me in Rome.”
He’d chosen St. Peter’s Basilica as
a meeting place for a reason, but it hardly mattered why.
I would have followed Uri anywhere.
I trusted him enough to know that
he wouldn’t lead me on a wild goose chase, and, truth be told, I missed him.
So I hopped on a plane and flew to Rome.
During the flight I mentally
prepared myself for the unknown, because Uri was always good for that: Ushering
you headlong into a roller coaster journey of discovery. And when you start the
journey, he warned me once, you may not turn back.
I was reminded of that while
walking through the square. I finally spotted him standing near the steps
leading up to the columned entrance of the basilica, an umbrella in his hand. As
I approached, he smiled.
“Mara yakiri,” Uri greeted me. My dear Mara.
“Hi, Uri,” I said.
He looked good. Perhaps a little
more gray on top, but otherwise, Dr. Uri Nevon was still a handsome devil.
“It has been a long time,” he said.
“You look beautiful, as always.”
I blushed and stared down at the
dark cobblestones. Then, gaining the courage to face the man and the adventure
he was inevitably about to lead me on, I said, “So why here? Why Rome?”
“There’s someone I want you to
meet,” he said.
“Inside the basilica?” I asked.
“Perhaps.” He flashed a devilish
grin. “Perhaps not.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
Uri took my hand and a pulse shot
up through my arm. It had been so long, I’d almost forgotten how comforting—how
natural—his touch felt.
“The person I want you to see may
or may not be here,” Uri said, looking me deep in the eyes. “But this is where
your journey must begin.”
CHAPTER TWO
It had been almost two years since
I’d seen Dr. Uri Nevon. In that time, I’d taken a break from writing chick-lit
novels, assumed a pseudonym in which to publish a planned series of biblical
thrillers, and celebrated as the first book shot up the New York Times bestseller list.
But that wasn’t my original,
intended path.
When last I saw Uri, I wasn’t even
going to write the novel he’d helped me research. I didn’t think I could. Or
should. I’d told Uri I wouldn’t. Besides, the book wasn’t the genre I usually
wrote in. It wasn’t what my readers were used to. And it was controversial. The
novel had the potential to blow up in my face, ruin my career.
Instead, it did the opposite.
It became a best-seller, made me,
my agent, and my publisher a lot of money, and soon enough attracted the
attention of Hollywood producers looking for a
possible movie adaptation. There was even talk of me writing the screenplay.
I celebrated by skipping town,
hopping on a plane bound for Rome.
Truth be told, I was tired from all
the promotion and publicity. Early morning news shows. Multi-city book
signings. Talk shows. Radio programs. Lectures at colleges and universities.
And, most recently, meetings with hot-shot movie producers.
It was exhausting. Talking about
the book ad nauseam, giving the same sound bites over and over, answering the
same agreed-upon questions… It left me listless and spiritless. After six months
of non-stop publicity, I had become an emotionless robot that was simply going
through the motions of promoting a book I no longer had any passion for.
But I had to remind myself that
this was what I wanted, to reinvent my career and become a best-selling
thriller writer. I had done it, so now I must deal with the consequences of
fame and fortune: The increased demands on my time. The endless comparisons to
similar writers. The bevy of reviews both positive and less so. And the
expectation of a follow up book that would be just as popular and profitable as
the first.
Oh, no bones about it--there would
be a kick-ass follow up.
But first, I needed a break.
Going to Rome would accomplish the latter, and plant
the seeds for the former.
My agent, Jenny, was less than
thrilled by the decision.
“You’re going where?” she had said, sounding exasperated. “Now?”
I’d justified the trip to Rome by saying it was a
research trip for the second book of the series. “Movie deals take forever,”
I’d said. “There’s time. Besides, I’ve done all the promotion I can possibly do
for the book. It’s about time I start thinking about book two, don’t you
think?”
Jenny was
silent for a moment, which meant one of two things: either she knew I was right
and didn’t have the courage to swallow her pride and admit it, or she was
intentionally changing the subject so that the conversation was back in her
favor. In this case, I thought she was attempting both.
“This doesn’t have anything to do
with that Uri fellow, does it?” she finally said.
“I don’t
know. Maybe,” I said.
“Mara….”
Jenny said, sighing.
“I know, I
know,” I said. “But look, he says he has material I could use for the next
book.”
“And this…material…just happens to be in Rome, one of the most
romantic cities in the world? The city that, in fact, is the origin of the word
Romance.”
We were
both quiet for a moment.
“I could use a vacation?” I finally
said, attempting to further justify the trip, as if knowing my first excuse
hadn’t worked.
“Mm hmm,”
Jenny said.
“Look, big sis…” I said mockingly.
“Hey, right now you need an older,
more experienced woman’s advice. I ceased being your agent the moment you told
me you Uri was involved.”
“I don’t need advice. I need to
write the second book.”
“You need a swift kick in the rump
for even contemplating the notion of you and Uri being a couple.”
“That’s not my intention. I told
you I need--”
“What you need is to stay away from
him,” Jenny interjected. “He’s in love with someone else and being with him in Rome, of all places, will
not do you any good. He’s a distraction you don’t need. He’ll only bring you
more heartache.”
“Wow,” I said. “I don’t even know
where to begin.”
“Begin by emailing Uri back, telling
him thanks but no thanks.”
“Unbelievable,” I said. “You’re
unbelievable. No wonder I flew off to Jerusalem
to research the first book without telling you. To spare myself the
tongue-lashing.”
Jenny sighed deeply and cleared her
throat. “Look, Mara. You’re more than just my client. I care about you. And I’m
concerned that seeing Uri again will affect you in a negative way—personally
and professionally.”
“You’re concerned you’re going to
lose your cash cow,” I whispered.
Luckily Jenny hadn’t heard me.
“After all,” she continued, “it’s
not like you need to meet him in person in order to get the material he claims
to have. He can simply email the information to you and you can do your own
research from there.”
“After all,” I countered, “It’s not
like Uri taught me everything I know on the subject of the Talpiot tomb. It’s
not like he showed me some of the most precious artifacts known to biblical
history, artifacts that, you know, seen in the flesh inspired me to write a
best-selling novel that made you rich!”
I flinched and pinched my eyes shut
the moment I said it.
Jenny’s shock registered in the way
her quick inhale of breath caught in her throat. She was silent after that, and
this time, I knew that the pride that usually kept her from admitting fault
kept her silent for another reason: Hurt caused by a trusted yet unnecessarily
cruel client-turned-friend.
“Oh God, I’m sorry,” I said. “I
didn’t mean it.”
“Well,” Jenny said. “There’s no
taking it back. It’s out there.”
“I really appreciate your
encouragement and advice,” I said. “You stuck by me through every up and down
in my career.”
“Yes, I did,” Jenny said.
“And I wouldn’t have been able to
publish this book without you. You were a crucial piece of the puzzle and the
one person who—despite doubts--helped catapult its success. You deserve every
penny.”
“Yes, I know,” she sniffed.
“And now, because of your continued
belief in its marketability--”
“Okay, enough,” Jenny interrupted.
“Stop kissing my tush. I get it. You value our relationship.”
“I do, Jenny. Really I do. So you
have to believe me when I say that going to Rome is the right thing for me to do.”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“I trust Uri. He wouldn’t let me go
to Rome on a
whim. He’s got something. Something that’ll make for another best-seller. I
just know it.”
“Just be careful, okay?” Jenny
said, resignation in her voice.
“Always,” I said.
“So what’s the second book going to be about?”
she asked.
“I don’t know yet. I have to go to Rome to find out.”
CHAPTER 3
I stood under the portico of St.
Peter’s Basilica, looking into the deep brown eyes of my Israeli friend, Dr. Uri
Nevon. Almost two years had passed without so much as an email between us, so I
was unsure about a lot of things. Was he still teaching at Hebrew University
in Jerusalem?
Was he still in communication with his ex-fiance, Ziva, a fellow professor
who’d broken their engagement upon learning of his near-obsession with the
Talpiot tomb, only to marry the man who’d arrested Uri for breaking into said
tomb? Did he continue his friendship with Lev, the young shop clerk and almost
brother-in-law who’d helped him break into the Talpiot tomb?
Mostly,
though, I wanted to know his reasons for wanting to meet me here, in Rome, at St. Peter’s
Basilica. And, secretly, I wanted to know if he ever thought about me, and our
kiss…
We had some
catching up to, and I was hoping a weeks’ long visit would allow me to unwind,
reacquaint with Uri, and get inspired for the next novel I needed to write.
At the moment though, I was
distracted. As if Rome
in the spring wasn’t overwhelmingly distracting enough, Uri was holding my hand
and looking at me in that curious way of his, with his eyebrows arched and his
mouth set, as if waiting for me to make the next move. I’d seen him do this
many times, as he stood before a roomful of eager students in a lecture hall,
awaiting questions or answers or for lively debate. So while I had sorely
missed the affection of a handsome, successful, passionate man—perhaps this handsome, successful, passionate
man--and I craved his kiss, the city of Michelangelo surrounded me, and I
couldn’t help but think about the first time I found myself in Rome.
It was nearly ten years ago, and
Thomas and I were on our honeymoon. We were blissfully happy and completely
unaware that in a few short years our marriage would crumble and fall apart.
During our week in Rome, we’d gained more weight than we cared to remember
eating pizza and pasta and creamy gelato; attempted to walk it off in more
museums than our brains had power to remember; and marveled at the architecture
and history of a city that, after the fall of its mighty empire, became the
center of the Christian world.
I’d even thrown a coin over my left
shoulder into the Trevi Fountain, the most cliché of touristy actions, thus supposedly
guaranteeing my return to the City of Seven Hills. At the time I was certain
that I’d return to this magnificently beautiful city. After all, how could
anyone avoid the allure of a city that did nothing less than give birth to a language
that is spoken by nearly 800 million people worldwide, inspired popular tales
of love that changed the face of literature forever, and gave rise to the
mightiest empire the world has ever known, and has yet to see the likes of since?
Yes, I was sure I would return to Rome, but naively I
thought I’d be accompanied by my husband, the love of my life. But Thomas,
never one to believe in superstitions, didn’t throw a coin into the Trevi
Fountain. He didn’t need an old wives’ tale to tell him he’d return. Perhaps with
his refusal, our fate had been sealed. Because here I was, back in Rome after nearly a
decade…alone.
But at the
moment I had Uri for company.
“So…this is
it,” I said, spinning around to take in the sprawl and the splendor that is the
piazza of St. Peter’s and the mother church
of Roman Catholic Christendom.
“The most
sacred of shrines,” Uri said.
It was then
that I noticed a man over Uri’s left shoulder approaching us, calling Uri’s
name. Uri spun around, said a few words in Italian to the older gentleman, and
shook his hand vigorously.
“And I have
the perfect person to show you around,” Uri said, stepping aside so the man
could be properly introduced. “Ms. Mara Beltane, may I present to you Dr.
Giovanni Maderno, professor of architectural sciences at Sapienza University of
Rome. He’s the foremost expert on the history and architecture of St. Peter’s.”
Dr. Maderno
smiled and bowed slightly. He was the same height as Uri and slender, with
curly black-and-gray hair slicked back from his forehead. He was, I guessed,
about fifty-five years old. “Ms. Beltane, such a pleasure to meet you,” he said
in accented English, squeezing my hand firmly. “I’ve heard so much about your
book from Uri. Complimeni.”
“Thank
you,” I said, sliding my eyes briefly to Uri for any sign as to what was
happening. I was expecting to have Uri to myself for the day, but obviously Uri
had other plans. I should have expected as much, for Uri to have another
surprise up his sleeve, but not so early into my visit. “I owe much of my
success to Uri.”
“Nonsense,” Uri said, finally
looking at me. “The full credit goes to you.”
I searched his eyes for the answer
that I was looking for, that Uri wanted to spend the day with me as well, but
came up empty. He returned his gaze to Dr. Maderno, beaming at his friend and
colleague with the pride of a young man looking up to his older brother.
“Mara,” Uri said, still keeping his
eyes on his colleague, “Not only is Giovanni the top expert on St. Peter’s, but
he is also an ancestor of none other than Carlo Maderno!”
The professor straightened his back
and raised his chin, as if to honor his long-lost relative. “Sì, è vero,” he
said.
“Who’s Carlo Maderno?” I asked,
looking between the two men for confirmation.
“Why, he designed this beautiful
façade!” Uri said, motioning his hand down its immense columned length. “And he
had the gumption to change Michelangelo’s design…”
“Ah, more like he was pressured to change Michelangelo’s
design,” Dr. Maderno corrected. “But there is time enough for that, no?” he
said to me.
Then, turning his attention back to
Uri, the professor said, “My friend, you are getting ahead of me. You mustn’t
ruin the private tour I have planned for Mara.”
“My apologies, Giovanni. You know
how excitable I can be.”
“Yes, and always so full of
surprises,” the professor said, turning to me. “Wouldn’t you agree, Mara?”
“Well, up until two minutes ago I
didn’t know he spoke Italian, or had the slightest clue that I’d be having a privately-guided
tour today,” I said, perhaps too harshly. Then I forced a laugh in attempt to
cover my anger-laced words borne of disappointment. “So yes, I’d say our mutual
acquaintance is something else.” I looked at Uri, who only shrugged and smiled
sheepishly.
Dr. Maderno chuckled. “I must
admit,” he said, “I had a little bit more advance notice of your arrival than
you did of your tour. But I would’ve agreed to meet you no matter how late the
invitation.” Then he turned to Uri. “Nulla per un vecchio amico, no? Anything for an old
friend,” he said, slapping Uri on the back.
“Grazie,” Uri said.
Dr. Maderno turned to me. “So, Miss
Beltane, are you ready for your tour?”
“I guess so,” I said.
“Well, I shall let you two be,” Uri
said, looking at both of us in turn. “Giovanni, thank you again for being so
agreeable at a last-moment’s notice. Let us meet up again while I am in town.”
The two men shook hands.
“Are you sure you can’t come with
us?” I asked Uri.
“I’m afraid not,” he said. “I have
some things to attend to. But you are in good hands.” Then he took a step
closer. “Enjoy your tour,” he said, taking my hand and forcing a piece of
folded-up paper into it. “I will see you again very soon.”
And with that, Dr. Uri Nevon left
our company, proceeded down the marble steps of St. Peter’s Basilica and
disappeared into the throngs of people in the piazza.
********
So there you have it, a teaser as to what you can expect from THE CITY OF SACRED BONES. What do you think so far?
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
How's the Writing Going, You Ask? Well, It's Going
Holy cow, has it really been since January that I’ve blogged? I’ve no excuses, other than to say I’ve been realllly busy promoting THE CITY OF LOST SECRETS, the publication of which will be celebrating its one-year anniversary in August. And I’ve been sorta busy writing the sequel, THE CITY OF SACRED BONES.
I say “sorta busy” because I must admit I’ve been slacking. The second book requires a lot more research than the first book, and well, I’m just not that into it. The subject itself is fascinating but the time commitment it takes is daunting. That’s my hang up. I’d much rather sit down and write, rather than sit down, research, and THEN write. But it’ll be worth it, because this novel has a lot more action and intrigue and a plot that’s pretty kick-ass, if I don’t say so myself.
So when people ask how the project is going, instead of going off on a tangent about how the research part sucks, and I can’t find the time to do it, bitch bitch bitch, gripe gripe gripe, I simply say, “it’s going.” It’s much easier that way, since no one wants to hear me bitch (they just want to read the damn book already) and because most days I don’t feel like talking about my slacker-ness. I’ve found it’s a win-win that way.
My curt two-word answer does seem a bit insincere, I realize, because if people didn’t care, they wouldn’t ask how the writing’s going. So for those people who persist and ask follow-up questions, I usually give them a little teaser like, “Mara’s been reunited with Uri in Rome, but he just threw her a curve ball and announced they’re going back to Jerusalem to meet with some very high-ranking but elusive people. People whose secrets are protected by none other than the Pope himself.” Or something like that. It only sounds that good in my head. But my verbalized version of that usually elicits an “ooh” or two anyway.
So for those of you who are interested, and who’ve been asking how the writing’s going, I wanted to offer a little bit more than just, “it’s going” and a dangling carrot about the Pope. I want to give you a sneak peak of the first two chapters of THE CITY OF SACRED BONES.
Sign up for my email list or shoot me an email and I’ll send it right out to you. Or you could just wait until I post the excerpt here, although I don’t know when that’ll be….
Oh, and here’s the trailer for it.
I say “sorta busy” because I must admit I’ve been slacking. The second book requires a lot more research than the first book, and well, I’m just not that into it. The subject itself is fascinating but the time commitment it takes is daunting. That’s my hang up. I’d much rather sit down and write, rather than sit down, research, and THEN write. But it’ll be worth it, because this novel has a lot more action and intrigue and a plot that’s pretty kick-ass, if I don’t say so myself.
So when people ask how the project is going, instead of going off on a tangent about how the research part sucks, and I can’t find the time to do it, bitch bitch bitch, gripe gripe gripe, I simply say, “it’s going.” It’s much easier that way, since no one wants to hear me bitch (they just want to read the damn book already) and because most days I don’t feel like talking about my slacker-ness. I’ve found it’s a win-win that way.
My curt two-word answer does seem a bit insincere, I realize, because if people didn’t care, they wouldn’t ask how the writing’s going. So for those people who persist and ask follow-up questions, I usually give them a little teaser like, “Mara’s been reunited with Uri in Rome, but he just threw her a curve ball and announced they’re going back to Jerusalem to meet with some very high-ranking but elusive people. People whose secrets are protected by none other than the Pope himself.” Or something like that. It only sounds that good in my head. But my verbalized version of that usually elicits an “ooh” or two anyway.
So for those of you who are interested, and who’ve been asking how the writing’s going, I wanted to offer a little bit more than just, “it’s going” and a dangling carrot about the Pope. I want to give you a sneak peak of the first two chapters of THE CITY OF SACRED BONES.
Sign up for my email list or shoot me an email and I’ll send it right out to you. Or you could just wait until I post the excerpt here, although I don’t know when that’ll be….
Oh, and here’s the trailer for it.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Hey Oscar! What About These Underrated and Overlooked Movies? (aka Awesome Movie Alert!)
With the Oscars quickly approaching, all eyes are on the blockbuster movies of 2011, those that have already won awards at festivals, and those that will win the most coveted of award--an Oscar. But there are other, just as worthy movies that for whatever reason were overlooked and underrated. So okay, only one of the three I listed were released in 2011, making the other two ineligible for awards anyway, but still--these are worth watching. Trust me--they're good.
WARRIOR -- Remember Tom Hardy as the preppy British con-man Eames in Inception? Well, the character he plays in Warrior couldn't be further from Eames in physicality or personality. Mr. Hardy all but disappears as the bitter, angry, rough around the edges MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) fighter Tommy. The movie has some brutal fight scenes, but stick with it--there's a great plot filled with flawed characters (including the always awesome Nick Nolte as Tommy's recovering alcoholic dad), and a showdown in the ring between Tommy and his estranged brother that is as violent as it is heart-breaking.
FISH TANK -- You may have seen Michael Fassbender, well, everywhere last year. He played mutant Magneto in X-Men: First Class; the ever-brooding Rochester in Jane Eyre; a secret sex-addict in Shame; and Carl Jung in A Dangerous Method. Now forget about all those movies for a minute. Are they gone from your memory bank? Good--now go put FISH TANK in your Netflix queue and see the German-born, Ireland-raised Fassbender before he was a hot leading man. Here he plays mysterious boyfriend who gets in a bit of hot water when he gets too cozy with his girlfriend's daughter. The movie is raw and powerful, the ending is completely unpredictable, and Mr. Fassbender's performance--albeit a minor character--rises above the rest and shows a true star on the rise.
THE HIGH COST OF LIVING -- You'd be forgiven for thinking that Zach Braff only does comedy, seeing as he's most famous for the TV show Scrubs and the indie movie Garden State. But he does drama too, and pretty well, in 2010's The High Cost of Living. He plays a small-time drug dealer in Montreal whose whole life changes when he hits a pregnant woman with his car. The movie is life-affirming, touching, and doesn't insult your intelligence with a typical, neatly-wrapped-up Hollywood ending. And Mr. Braff's performance is moving.
Hooked? I thought so. These movies are well worth your time. Go check them out--NOW!
WARRIOR -- Remember Tom Hardy as the preppy British con-man Eames in Inception? Well, the character he plays in Warrior couldn't be further from Eames in physicality or personality. Mr. Hardy all but disappears as the bitter, angry, rough around the edges MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) fighter Tommy. The movie has some brutal fight scenes, but stick with it--there's a great plot filled with flawed characters (including the always awesome Nick Nolte as Tommy's recovering alcoholic dad), and a showdown in the ring between Tommy and his estranged brother that is as violent as it is heart-breaking.
FISH TANK -- You may have seen Michael Fassbender, well, everywhere last year. He played mutant Magneto in X-Men: First Class; the ever-brooding Rochester in Jane Eyre; a secret sex-addict in Shame; and Carl Jung in A Dangerous Method. Now forget about all those movies for a minute. Are they gone from your memory bank? Good--now go put FISH TANK in your Netflix queue and see the German-born, Ireland-raised Fassbender before he was a hot leading man. Here he plays mysterious boyfriend who gets in a bit of hot water when he gets too cozy with his girlfriend's daughter. The movie is raw and powerful, the ending is completely unpredictable, and Mr. Fassbender's performance--albeit a minor character--rises above the rest and shows a true star on the rise.
THE HIGH COST OF LIVING -- You'd be forgiven for thinking that Zach Braff only does comedy, seeing as he's most famous for the TV show Scrubs and the indie movie Garden State. But he does drama too, and pretty well, in 2010's The High Cost of Living. He plays a small-time drug dealer in Montreal whose whole life changes when he hits a pregnant woman with his car. The movie is life-affirming, touching, and doesn't insult your intelligence with a typical, neatly-wrapped-up Hollywood ending. And Mr. Braff's performance is moving.
Hooked? I thought so. These movies are well worth your time. Go check them out--NOW!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Plots and Heroes Are Easy, It's the Bad Guys That Get Me Every Time
For the past two weeks I've been working on the second book in my Mara Beltane mystery series. Notice I said "working" and not "writing." That's because I'm in brainstorm mode, figuring out the plot and major characters--most notably, the antagonist.
I've got a good handle on the narrative arc and the "good guy" characters. As with the first book, those elements came easily. It's the bad guy who's being a pain in the ass.
I struggled with the antagonist with the first book, too. Every book needs a good guy with a goal and a bad guy that impedes the good guy's progress. That's what gives a book action and plot. I'm proud of THE CITY OF LOST SECRETS, but I do think the antagonist could have been a little stronger, a little more fleshed out. That being said, I need to up the ante with the second book.
I thought I had a lock on who the ultimate baddie would be, but then I realized he's appeared it lots of other books before in my genre, and he's, well, played out. Shame too, because everyone loves to hate the Camerlengo of the Holy Roman Church--the guy responsible for the property and revenue of the Vatican. We love him because of his silent power and his mysterious presence and his ability to run a tight ship. Secretly I think we all want to be that guy. But we hate him because, well, somehow "profit" and "Pope" seem oxymoronic and hypocritical and downright wrong. The papacy shouldn't be a for-profit entity, right? RIGHT? So he was turned into a bad guy because frankly, we didn't know what else to do with him.
But the Camerlengo-as-bad-guy thing is just plain cliche now, so I'll be having none of that in THE CITY OF SACRED BONES. Oh, right. The second book's called THE CITY OF SACRED BONES. Here's a little teaser video:
I've switched gears a bit, let go of the Camerlengo, and latched on to another, better idea for a bad guy. He's connected to the Church, and the Pope, but in a round about way. That's all I'm going to say for now; you'll just have to wait until the book is published to find out who he is. In the meantime, I'll throw you a bone. His official title is "The Custodian." How's THAT for a bad guy name?
I've got a good handle on the narrative arc and the "good guy" characters. As with the first book, those elements came easily. It's the bad guy who's being a pain in the ass.
I struggled with the antagonist with the first book, too. Every book needs a good guy with a goal and a bad guy that impedes the good guy's progress. That's what gives a book action and plot. I'm proud of THE CITY OF LOST SECRETS, but I do think the antagonist could have been a little stronger, a little more fleshed out. That being said, I need to up the ante with the second book.
I thought I had a lock on who the ultimate baddie would be, but then I realized he's appeared it lots of other books before in my genre, and he's, well, played out. Shame too, because everyone loves to hate the Camerlengo of the Holy Roman Church--the guy responsible for the property and revenue of the Vatican. We love him because of his silent power and his mysterious presence and his ability to run a tight ship. Secretly I think we all want to be that guy. But we hate him because, well, somehow "profit" and "Pope" seem oxymoronic and hypocritical and downright wrong. The papacy shouldn't be a for-profit entity, right? RIGHT? So he was turned into a bad guy because frankly, we didn't know what else to do with him.
But the Camerlengo-as-bad-guy thing is just plain cliche now, so I'll be having none of that in THE CITY OF SACRED BONES. Oh, right. The second book's called THE CITY OF SACRED BONES. Here's a little teaser video:
I've switched gears a bit, let go of the Camerlengo, and latched on to another, better idea for a bad guy. He's connected to the Church, and the Pope, but in a round about way. That's all I'm going to say for now; you'll just have to wait until the book is published to find out who he is. In the meantime, I'll throw you a bone. His official title is "The Custodian." How's THAT for a bad guy name?
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