Some quick notes. I've been reading a lot of books as the Nebula season nears under its new rules. My concern is really the Andre Norton Award. I hope it will take off on its own soon, because award processes of any sort remind me too much of playground hierarchy games to get serious about them, but on the other tentacle, I promised Andre not long before she died that I would do my best to see this through. It was close to her heart--so close she'd intended her estate to go to the award . . . but there wasn't an estate.
But the generous thought was there. And when I was pimping the award to SFWA to sponsor, I went around to a whole lot of teacher, librarian, and reading-related cons to ask if such an award would do any good. In the adult fiction world, I doubt that they make much difference, but in the kidzlit world, there are the gatekeepers who buy for kids--librarians and teachers. And the result was overwhelmingly positive: "Awards get books to the front of the [ever shrinking] book buying budget." Heard that over and over. Genre books had that extra crapload of prejudice because so many librarians and teachers and administrators seem to equate fantasy with frivolous, and sf with boring.
So here I am, on the jury yet again--of course the upside is a metric butt-ton of free books. And I am a fast reader. (Except on screen. Very slow, when books compete for computer time, but I am in the process of fixing that.)
Anyway I'm seeing a trend here in this particular range of books read over the past couple of months--and wanted to throw it out there to see how others feel. Maybe it's not actually a problem, except to me, being a visual reader.
That is, the problem of the first person narrator in presenting visual cues--the narrator saying things like
My lips thinned as listened to her lies. or
My brown hair swept over my ears, reaching my shoulder blades. And in one example (paraphrased slightly)
My eyes scorched his icy blue gaze. So what I'm seeing is the narrator pausing the action in order to whip out the mirror . . . no, that's not right. They're not stopping the action in order to peruse themselves, but it feels like that. Like their own looks are as important as the interactions with the other characters. Yet I'm good with the narrator reporting on what they can actually see. (
Jane's lips thinned as she listened to her sister's lies. or
Jane's lips thinned as I spun out my lies.) But as soon as I get
My lips thinned as Jane spun out her lies I've got the mental image of the narrator holding a mirror between herself and Jane. Is anyone else jostled out of the story by that?
(And I still get too-vivid mental YouTube filmclips when eyes scorch, light, blaze, glow, sear, smolder, stab, and especially glue. "Her green eyes glued to his face . . ." ouch ouch ouch)