November 6, 2010

The Hunger Games vs. Battle Royale: Did Suzanne Collins plagiarize?

I'm really glad people are accusing Suzanne Collins of plagiarism.  Why?  Because without somebody pointing out the similarities between The Hunger Games and the gore fest Japanese cult classic Battle Royale, I doubt I ever would have watched BR.  And despite the fact that I am not a violent movie fan, when I watched it last week, it blew my mind.  Seriously.  Maybe it was the awful subtitles, maybe it was the sheer messed up factor of the whole thing, or maybe it was the fact that I can't find a better metaphor for high school than a bunch of kids thrown into an arena/onto an abandoned island to kill each other for sport.

 
If you don't know the story of The Hunger Games, first of all, under which rock have you been hiding?  And second of all, check out the summary from Goodreads:
Could you survive on your own, in the wild, with every one out to make sure you don't live to see the morning?
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV.
Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she steps forward to take her sister's place in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before—and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that will weigh survival against humanity and life against love.
While many times more famous in the U.S. in its movie form, Battle Royale was originally a novel, too:
Koushun Takami's notorious high-octane thriller is based on an irresistible premise: a class of junior high school students is taken to a deserted island where, as part of a ruthless authoritarian program, they are provided arms and forced to kill one another until only one survivor is left standing. Criticized as violent exploitation when first published in Japan - where it then proceeded to become a runaway bestseller - Battle Royale is a Lord of the Flies for the 21st century, a potent allegory of what it means to be young and (barely) alive in a dog-eat-dog world. Made into a controversial hit movie of the same name, Battle Royale is already a contemporary Japanese pulp classic, now available for the first time in the English language.
While I do see the argument that Suzanne Collins plagiarized from Koushun Takami, and would love to know if she had seen the movie or read the book before penning her trilogy - there's a lot of character parallels, especially Kawada, who seems very much like a precursor to Finnick from Catching Fire and Mockingjay - there actually is a huge difference in driving force between the two stories.  The Hunger Games is a war story, a story of the utter cruelty of those in power, of the exploitation of the Third World, of big, "world" issues, and of course, a big time dig at reality TV.  Especially when you look at the trilogy in association with Suzanne Collins's previous work, the middle grade anti-war series the Underland Chronicles, the high school metaphor looks entirely incidental.  In Battle Royale, however, it's quite obvious that it's the entire point of the exercise, and the author has even said so in interviews.
While it's implied that the outcome of the Battle Royale "games" is national news in the incredibly creepy first scene - I'm keeping it more or less kid-friendly here on my blog, but if you're not particularly attached to a good night's sleep then check out the first still on the right in this review - reality TV doesn't come into play at all in Battle Royale, and the focus is placed almost entirely on the fact that these kids have been friends all through elementary and middle school.  (They're 9th graders.)  It's hard not to get that the point is that people change in high school, as even me, the homeschooled kid, can attest to, and even people you think are your friends can, literally, stab you in the back.  Or shoot you, as the case may be.  There just isn't that subtext in The Hunger Games - they're all strangers.  Did anybody really believe that Katniss would (spoiler) find herself in a position where she would end up killing Peeta or Rue?  Or even her newer allies in the second and third novels?  Didn't think so.  
Also, the distinction between adults and kids is rarely present in The Hunger Games.  We're rooting for Haymitch, Cinna, Johanna, Finnick, and all the other adult characters just as much as our teenage protagonists - they're all victims of the Capitol.  In Battle Royale, however, it's all very Don't-Trust-Anyone-Over-25, to make a gratuitous Little Brother reference.  Actually, even Kawada at sixteen or seventeen is pretty suspect.  Shuya Nanahara's dad commits suicide and is discovered by Shuya (not a spoiler as we're informed of this in the first scenes of the film), leaving him to face foster care, and the teacher is clearly out for sadistic revenge.  Only Noriko seems to have a good relationship with her parents, and even that is subtly implied, not directly shown.  The overall message seems to be that adults are out to get you, a theme as a teen blogger that is worthy of another whole post in and of itself.  The angst puppy within almost demands it.

The point of all this soliloquizing is, while I doubt Suzanne Collins will ever spill the beans on if Battle Royale was a major influence in the brainstorm that gave birth to The Hunger Games, they're fundamentally very different, and both worth experiencing.  Also, while BR is admittedly a total and unabashed slasher film that just happens to have a deeper interpretation, and I could see a lot of places where they could have cut down on the gore, I'm still very curious to see how they plan on getting a PG-13 rating on a film adaptation for The Hunger Games.  I hope Hollywood doesn't chicken out on us, but I also hope they don't go overboard.  I guess we'll see in December 2011.

Have you seen Battle Royale and read The Hunger Games?  Do you think that Suzanne Collins was plagiarizing?  Both have also been criticized for their level of violence and their effect on "sensitive and developing" (cough, cough) teen minds, so if you feel like opening that can of worms, I'm all ears.  Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

November 4, 2010

Review and another gender roles rant: Blood Promise

Blood Promise by Richelle Mead
Find it at your local indie!
  • Why I read it: Addictive series!
  • Disclosure: Purchased a final published edition from my local indie bookstore.
How far will Rose go to keep her promise?
The recent Strigoi attack at St. Vladimir’s Academy was the deadliest ever in the school’s history, claiming the lives of Moroi students, teachers, and guardians alike. Even worse, the Strigoi took some of their victims with them. . . including Dimitri.
He’d rather die than be one of them, and now Rose must abandon her best friend, Lissa—the one she has sworn to protect no matter what—and keep the promise Dimitri begged her to make long ago. But with everything at stake, how can she possibly destroy the person she loves most?
The first three books of this series were lent to me by a friend last year, and I let them languish on my bedside table for awhile.  After all, I was not about to be seen reading *this* kind of book:
The covers have since been redone to make them slightly less cringeworthy, but only slightly.  Like I said, I couldn't  be seen reading these.  After all, I was a "responsible" teenage girl, hopeful science major, wants to write serious literature, a veritable Hermione Granger.  And I couldn't be those things if I enjoyed these, right?

Of course, seeing as I will read anything you leave in front of me long enough, whether it's Nathaniel Hawthorne or a shampoo bottle, I ended up picking them up and using them for a Falling for February post.  I was horrified to admit that I loved them.  The prose isn't fantastic, sure, and it isn't subtle by any stretch of the imagination, but these books are fun.  Raunchy, snarky, flirty, sassy, fun.  And it bothered me that I was bothered to admit that I liked them so much.  Like I said, a girl can't be smart and like chick lit, right?  But why?

Why is it that, while high school boys are expected to have those Playboy magazines stashed under their mattresses and like video games and sports and etc, etc, etc, and still be smart, girls must be either "smart" or "fun" with no middle ground?  Don't get me wrong - I understand that guys have their own gender roles to deal with, as evidenced by this depressing and still fist-pumping post the mom from Nerdy Apple Bottom wrote about the reactions to her 5-year-old son dressing as Daphne from Scooby-Doo on Halloween - but those stereotypes seem much more oriented to the big gay-or-not-gay question instead of it being a matter of intelligence.

In the new shiny Honors program at my community college that I am currently enrolled in, there are twelve students.  Nine of them are guys.  Three quarters of them are guys, despite the fact that the big qualifier for the program was that your reading score had to be 100 or more out of 120, and girls supposedly read more than boys.  How many girls qualified but decided they didn't want the stress of the Honors program?  More than two.  Boy, would I love to know those exact figures, though to be fair a good number of guys qualified and didn't take the plunge, either.  I adore the program - it's two classes a semester, and we're currently taking Theater Experience and Comp I - and, if you'll allow me to toot my own horn for a moment, I've got some of the highest grades in the class.  But there's also a dynamic I don't like.  

On one of our required field trips to the theater for Theater Experience, the guy sitting next to me in the van asked to see my iPod and proceeded to scroll through my music, most of which is admittedly tweenybopping candy pop crap, which he snickered at.  Then he reached the section of my iPod where I have the two Twilight soundtracks from the first and second movies.  No matter my love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with the books and movies, I love those soundtracks.  They are delightfully indie-angsty-first-love-teenage-experience, in my opinion, and no matter what anyone says, I refuse to give them up.  When this guy saw that I had the soundtracks, he proceeded to inform the entire van full of guys that they had a "Twi-hard" on their hands, and they all had a good laugh at the fact that someone so "smart" could enjoy something so "stupid."

Which brings me back to Vampire Academy.  I managed to get my 14-year-old sister hooked as well, and I purchased this book for her as an early Christmas present.  She was kind enough to share when she was done, and I stuck it in my backpack as I headed off to school one day, figuring if my mom was late to pick me up I could always sit and read it.  I hadn't really thought it through, I guess.  Of course, she was late, and there I was sitting outside the college library reading a vampire novel.  I was horrified.  I tried sitting with the book propped up on my knees so no one would see the cover.  I rehearsed what I would say if one of my classmates caught me reading "chick lit."  And when my mom picked me up, words could not plumb the depths of my relief.

In terms of an honest review, I thought that this book was actually something of a low point in the series, not quite living up to the first three.  Once again, though, I got a heck of a lot of giggles out of it.  At the time in class we were in the middle of reading Catch-22, which, while a work of mad genius, is not easy going, and the mental break was fabulous.  Aside from the stigma, there honestly aren't many chick lit or paranormal romance series I like, but this is one of them.  Going from my honest opinion, I'd have to give this one three and a half out of five stars.  But there's still that nasty little "smart girl" voice in my brain that wants to read the driest, "smartest" books I can find and say I loved them after reading this, just to self-flagellate and make up for my transgression.

This post is not, in any way, a slam on classic literature.  I love literature, and as I said before, I'd like to write it.  But I wish there was an acknowledgment of the place "candy fluff" has in a reading diet.  I wish we could give kudos to smart authors like Richelle Mead and Maureen Johnson who, while they aren't writing *literature*, are exceptionally good at what they do.  I wish I could read whatever the heck I want without somebody judging me for it.  I wish I could be fun and flirty and intelligent all at the same time.  And now I'd like to know what you think.  Do you feel chick lit and other romance dumbs you down if you enjoy reading it?  Or do you feel you can be smart and read romance?  Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

November 1, 2010

For your geeky Mockingjay pleasure

For the record, I suck at carving pumpkins.  I haven't even put out an effort the past couple of years, stuck in the shadow of my darned artistic siblings, but after giving you guys all that advice yesterday I thought it would be hypocritical not to at least try.  And so I present you with my itty bitty teensy weensy...

...Mockingjay pumpkin.  It was even one of the featured pictures in The Examiner's article, which pretty much made my spazz-out day.  So.  There you go.  Apparently I'm not entirely artistically incompetent. =)

October 31, 2010

Have a Very Happy Bibliophiliac Halloween

I may not go in much for the scary stuff, but I have to admit Halloween is right up there with Christmas in terms of awesome holidays for bibliophiliacs.  It's the one day of the year where you can be as much of a geek as you want, and it's clever instead of just weird.  Right.

Anyway, before I head off for my THIRD FREAKING PARTY this weekend - Halloween on a Sunday, I'm not sure whether I love you or hate you with a burning passion - I thought I'd share my own ideas for how to get your bibliophiliac on this All Hallow's Eve!

1. Wear an obscure but awesome costume just so everyone can ask you who you're supposed to be.

Perhaps the days of being Katniss in obscurity are over - sorry, Forever Young Adult - but you could still go as a Caster from Beautiful Creatures, a wolf from Shiver (get ideas from the paper dolls Maggie Stiefvater's giving away at her Halloween event with Jackson Pearce!  I love you, Cole St. Clair!), one of the Goat Guys from the Weetzie Bat books, one of the superheroes from The Seven, Deryn or Alek from Leviathan and Behemoth, or even Emer from The Dust of 100 Dogs.  The list goes on and on.  Actually, don't be Emer, because I just figured out that that's totally who I should say my wenchy-pirate-thingy costume is!  Be Jacky Faber or Charlotte Doyle instead.  Yup.  Girl pirates FTW.

2. Carve some really awesome jack-o-lanterns.

I have a friend who, no joke, managed to get Buffy the Vampire Slayer's face on a pumpkin.  Neytiri's, too.  Here is the chance to show your Mockingjay skillz.  No excuses.

3. Stuff your face with sweets.

I say sweets because I don't like candy (unless it's good dark chocolate, what can I say, I've got expensive tastes), but when I think of what Katniss would say if I let all those body part cupcakes my mom made go to waste, well.  You get the idea.

4. Read scary books.

This post was originally just going to be a list of scary books I recommend you read, and then I realized...I don't read enough to make that AT ALL engaging or interesting.  Pretty much limited to Stephen King and Twilight, because I have reached the conclusion that Edward Cullen is the scariest character in literature EVER.  I also plan on re-reading the semi-obscure Wyrd Museum trilogy, which scared the pants off of me when I was eleven and twelve.  Please share other scary recs in the comments, because clearly I am lacking.

5. Convert at least one other person to your current YA series obsession.

All of those parties have got to be good for something.  So far I've managed to spread The Hunger Games love, Shiver love, AND the Weetzie Bat love, so again.  No excuses!

How are you planning to celebrate this Halloween in true bibliophiliac style?  Please share in the comments!

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