Friday, March 13, 2015

Super serious does not equate to characterization

After pulling myself out of the Dragon Age: Inquisition coma, I decided to return to a genre of game that only I enjoy: sneaking. At first I prodded Dishonored (the game where Bioshock and Skyrim had an illegitimate child they keep locked in an attic). Despite hating the story and all the one dimensional characters, I freaking loved the mechanics. It's an odd feeling, like despising everything about a person except their legs.

But even those legs get exhausting after awhile so I picked up Shadows of Mordor, the Arkham asylum/Assassin's Creed bastard Ubisoft wishes it had put out instead of Unity. This slice of Lord of the Rings fanfic features one snooty elf, one ancient and out of it ruler, and - of course - a Gondor ranger with absolutely no emotions whatsoever.

Not this again!

I am so sick and tired of super serious main character. It's all anyone does. This is an affliction that falls predominantly upon the male species of media, as they are no longer able to summon an emotion beyond brooding, anger, and gas. That's it.

Gondor needs no doge

Our Gondor ranger is named Talion - I think. Shit, I'm almost done with the game and I know jack squat about him beyond dead wife and son because they're as creative as wet tissues at the bottom of a shoe. Because you can't have SUPER SERIOUS FACE without a SUPER SERIOUS VOICE to go with it, he speaks in such a low bass I can barely hear him as he mumbles through his dialogue with a pissy elf that I want to throw off the top of the tower. (When I learned the elf was also voiced by the man who was the Turian council member in Mass Effect, a whole lot of shit made sense.)

There was a brief moment in all the mumbling and brooding when Talion showed a second of humanity. It was with Ratbag, an orc you help raise to power for your own means. He was probably the best thing about the game too, which is really sad. In trying to get Ratbag to the position of Warchief, Talion kills an Uruk who turns out to have been the warchief's twin.

Talion tells Ratbag to be sure, "To show up to take the place of the dead warchief."

The orc responds with "Uh but the warchief's not dead."

And our emotionless leader slips a moment off the humanity-less leash and shouts in frustration, "I'm going to go kill him!"

That's it.

Otherwise it's brood brood brood, I'm not upset or devastated that my wife, my son, and I am dead. I'm just that background level of angry that gives me motivation but not characterization.

It's so bloody boring.

Arrow's suffering from the same problem. In their quest to make Batman: the live action series, they've run into a wall with their main character. Oliver has at best one emotion, disappointment. Even when he watches people get gunned down in front of him, even when it's his family, his response is a blank, "Oh crud."

They built him up to be that empty robot from the pilot and have nowhere to go. As they tear through his life giving and taking things away, because of Oliver's "Super serious" status, he can't react. There can't really be growth because there's nothing to grow from. It's like planting a seed in concrete. Even after Tommy died, all Ollie did was run back to his island so he could brood and chestwax in peace.

One could argue that, oh, well maybe this is the actor's fault. Except, island Oliver -- before he got the full Batman treatment -- was actually interesting to watch. He'd get frustrated, he'd joke, he'd be human. Present Ollie is a wooden stick with "serious" carved in it.

And our Gondor ranger is voiced by Troy Baker - memorize that name, you're going to be seeing it everywhere, you've already heard it. That man has voiced freaking everything. He was Booker in Bioshock, he was the Scoundrel in Diablo, he took over for the Joker after Hamill bowed out. (He's so eerily similar, I doubt you even noticed). When he's a companion or villain, the man's voice is full of emotion, but drop him into the protagonist and it's lights out.

I call it the Mark Meer effect. Another talented voice actor I go to the mattresses for because of Baeloth. But because of Male Shep (and people comparing him to FemShep), Meer is smeared with a "well, he's not very good." Look at the FemShep comparison again. Because she's female she gets to have emotions. She can be funny, upset, excited, happy; she can have a real range while a male protagonist gets - vengeful? Bioware is better, but there seems to be a dampener put on their male characters. They get shadows of an emotion while women get the full thing.

My exception to the rule is Male Hawke, who is flat out fun to listen to and why I had a nearly even breakdown of Hawkes by genders.

Why are women allowed to have emotions while the main male character must be as deep as a puddle? I suspect the issue is two-fold. One, for whatever reason media's decided that super serious = super important. If a character is shot in low saturation and only shouts pithy action lines through a terrible case of lockjaw, it has to be the most epic thing ever, right! Right?

DC, we're looking at you.

The super serious character means that actual characterization, the hard stuff to create, can be bypassed. It's a cheat for work. I could try to parse out what scares my character, what makes them happy, what drives them - or I could kill their family and make them serious. This is every single Liam Neeson character in the past decade.

Two, a lack of emotions makes male insertion that much easier.

Male insertion (ba-dum-tish) is the idea that guys need to be able to see themselves as a character to give a shit about them. It's a load of bull pushed by a society that treats men and boys like they're narcissistic toddlers, but because they've been coddled, they've come to accept it. It's why the GamerGater's throw a colossal tantrum at the idea of having to play as a woman or anything other than straight white guy. They're fucking terrified to think past their own navel.

And, because gaming companies, and tv shows, and movies are still stuck in a "only straight young white guys have money" mindset, they bend over backwards to court the solipsism. A super serious, one note character is easy to layer on top of. They have nothing in them, so nothing detracts from the bad-ass.

But when all you have is bad-ass repeated over and over, across all genres and media, it only comes out stinking like ass.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

A Space PSA

Having a computer implanted in your palm is useful for that person on the go, but studies have shown how dangerous a distraction it can be. Please, for your sake, and the sake of those you love: Don't PALM and spacewalk.


If you can't wait for April 8th to read about the world of Dwarves in Space, you're in luck!

You can buy the paperback copy right now.


http://www.amazon.com/Dwarves-Space-S-E-Zbasnik/dp/1508400350/

Exclamation point!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Dwarves in Space Book Trailer

I'm still not sure what the point of book trailers is, but here are some pretty space images with a script of mine slapped over top of them.

Shiny!
 

Monday, March 2, 2015

Those First Sweet Reviews

Dwarves in Space is getting some love across the internet

 

 Mandaray Reads:

"There wasn’t a single character on the Elation Cru that I couldn’t imagine myself hanging out with...[T]he author somehow manages to make things like pulling wires or hitting buttons on a console seem intense. It’s great.
You should absolutely pre-order this book. You should read it, hopefully enjoy it, and do a little dance that this is a sci-fi book that doesn’t rely on technobabble or each member of an alien species all being the same in order to make its point."

 

Margy's Musings:

Dwarves in Space” is brilliant.  The characters are well rounded, interesting, and individualistic enough that it is easy to develop favourites. It’s on to a rollercoaster ride of spills, thrills, chills and the occasional outbreak of lunacy."

 Dwarves in Space is also featured in a Book Spotlight.

 

Pre-order now and join in the ride on April 8th!
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TBW2GGO

Sunday, February 22, 2015

How NOT to respond to a review request

So, time hasn't frozen after chugging a gallon of ice cold milk, which means April 8th will eventually be upon me.

I'm still on the last line-edit pass, tightening sentences, crunching commas, and cross-fitting paragraphs until they won't shut up about it. But two months prior is when it's time to go begging for reviews.

With my first book, like a wide-eyed idiot, I thought to release her into the wild, sit back, and wait for the reviews to come in. Four months later I realized people don't like to take the time to put down words unless under some obligation.

Despite the absolute spleen exploding mess that was the contest win with Lulu for The King's Blood, I did meet some pretty nice people while trying to drum up marketing. But people get busy, their book queues fill, and I have to venture into the scary wide web to find more.

I try to be conscientious when sending out my pitch. If they say they're full, I don't bother them. If they only want to read gay sprite romances, I won't bother them. But there's another rule I follow when it comes to sending my novel out for free that's off the books.

There is a certain breed of writer, let us call him the disgruntled self-declared genius, who self publishes one or perhaps two books which makes him an instant expert. He is usually a he, over 40, white, and bloviates about a white over 40 male writer who does awesome things and has women throwing themselves at the character's feet. You all know what I'm talking about.

I bring this cul-de-sac up because I went against my better judgement and sent a book pitch to a guy who gave off those vibes. (If he were younger I'd expect him to wear a fedora) I got what was quite possibly the most condescending response I've had in ages.

And I quote:
"I've never read your book, but comedy is very hard to write."
 That translates to, let me adjust my glasses here:
Now now, little lady. You don't want to go boiling those poor lady brains and your baby making bits trying to write a joke. You should leave it up to the men.
 As you can probably guess, I will not be sending my free book to a self-described tortured genius who has already decided I must be terrible at comedy and all that so hard science-fiction and fantasy stuff when all he knows is I have a pair of ovaries. It'd be better for my marketing if I drill a nail through my hand.

This mindset is infuriatingly fascinating, that by publishing once it makes someone above reproach. It's just a book. You're not that amazing. You're not a poor tortured genius no one understands. Believe me, we've all seen the shit you've done a million times before. The world isn't trying to keep you down, it seriously doesn't give a shit about you.

Don't be like that guy. Don't be a dickhole.

In Dwarves in Space news, I've finally finished all the portraits of my characters so you can see their faces before you can meet them. (That's helpful, right?)
Did that whet your whistle-sword? You can pre-order the "comedy is really hard" book for only $2.99.