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Characters on book covers, and why it annoys me

There’s been a bit of a trend in publishing in recent years that’s irritated me ever since I first saw it and irritates me to this day; the act of putting a picture of the main character, or more than one member of the cast, on the front covers of books. It’s annoyed me for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never been able to work out why. However, I’ve finally figured it out, and for the sake of a blog post, I’m inflicting my opinions upon all you hapless readers. Have fun!

What the annoyance boils down to, for me, at least, is the factor of interactivity. I enjoy books for the same reason that I enjoy video games, that reason being that I like to be able to interact with the storytelling media I consume; after video games, I’d say that books and written works are probably the most interactive type of storytelling medium  around at the moment.

It sounds an odd thing to say, that we ‘interact’ with a book, but when you think about, reading a book can take a surprising amount of effort and work from the reader. You are merely given the words, and it’s up to you, (with the assistance of the author, of course) to shape these words into characters, settings, sounds, sights, smells and tastes that exist only in your imagination. Reading a story can become a highly personal experience, unique to each and every reader; while the author can say that a character has a deep voice and red hair, how I imagine how deep their voice is, and what haircut their red hair is styled in, will most likely be different to how other reader visualise it.

I’m personally of the school of thought that an author should try and have only the barest details of what something looks like on the page, and that unless its appearance is particularly striking or is key to the plot, an absolute minimum of description should be used. It’s something I certainly try and avoid; I might mention that a character has brown hair, or that they’re black, but unless it’s vital I’ll leave the rest of their appearance up to the reader.

This interactivity is why I find books and video games so much more engaging and compelling than any other medium, even if their methods of interactivity are so different; unless it’s really good I just can’t ‘click’ with a television show or a film, as it’s all there. As an audience member, I have to work my imagination in order to enjoy something, and with films/TV, I’m often left with little to do so my mind wanders.

Getting back on the subject, however, what annoys me about the picture of the main character on the cover is that that interactivity and that personal element, one of things I enjoy the most about books, is taken away from me. Their appearance is plonked down in front of me and made into an irrefutable, objective fact, and I just don’t have the mental flexibility to shake that image and rethink it once it’s there. The personal aspect of the novel, one of its best aspects, is taken away from me; something that is mine suddenly has someone else’s idea shoved into it. Even the most detailed of descriptions will require the reader to fill in at least some of the gaps, but with a picture I’m left with nothing of my own to do. It’s the same reason why I find it so hard for me to enjoy movie adaptations as much as the novel itself; all personalisation is gone.

Of course, this is just my opinion and while, should the stars align and planets be in the right formation, I will make it explicitly clear to my agent/publisher that the characters will not appear on the covers of my books end of story, I’m interested to hear from anyone who does like it. Why does such a thing push your happy buttons? Why do you prefer to see the author’s vision of the protagonist over your own? Leave a comment, let me know; I’d be intrigued to hear your reasons.

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Female Writers Month Part 1 – The Recommendations

There’s been quite a lot of controversy flying about as of late in the realms of Sci-Fi and Fantasy following a SFWA article where two blinkered old white men who couldn’t see through the haze of their own privelige talked a whole load of sexist shit about women in SFF and then acted surprised when people got pissed off. There are bloggers out there who are covering the whole thing in a lot more detail, and can give a much more comprehensive breakdown on the situation and what it says about the genre’s views on women (spoiler alert: it doesn’t say many good things).

It did get me thinking about the number of women writers I’ve read, and when I did think about it, the number wasn’t huge. I’ve read a fair few books by women authors over time, but when I compare it to the amount of male authors that I’ve read I realise that it’s a much smaller sum. It’s difficult for me to precisely work out why; when I’m scanning the shelves of a bookshop I don’t think “this author is in possession of a Y-Chromosome! I shall not read this!”, but there’s definitely an imbalance.

I do, however, have a chance to redress this. Come July, I’m going to be jetting away from from sunny (ha!) London to Korea to study martial arts for a month for my Gap Year travels, and after that I’m touring Australia and New Zealand in August for shits, giggles, adventure sports and possibly the chance to fist-fight a kangaroo. Also, before anyone asks, I’m going to Nice Korea, not Naughty Korea.

The touring Oz and New Zealand leg of my travels does, however, involve one potential fly in the ointment. Coach journeys. Long, long coach journeys where the hours stretch on, there’s nowhere to go, little to do and not much to distract you from the boredom. In short, perfect reading time.

And so, in the interests of both balancing my reading scales and not going insane, I’m declaring August my Female Writer’s Month 2013. For August, I will endeavour to expand the list of female authors I’ve read, but in order to do that, I first need female authors to read.

This is where you come in, ugly, blog-dependent peasants oh beloved readers of my blog. I need recommendations from you people. So far, I’ve got two books:

  • Spirit, by Gwyneth Jone, a SFF novel that I picked up the other day
  • Mesopotamia: The Invention of the City, a history book that I’m sticking on this list even though I’d picked it up before I had this idea but just hadn’t read much of it yet and shaddup it’s my list and the history of the Fertile Crescent is interesting anyway so STOP JUDGING MEEEEE!!
  • No other books yet

Books I’m looking for are:

  • At least 4 SFF works, from authors I haven’t read before (sorry, Sarah Cawkwell and Cherie Priest). If they’re big, long ones in the vein of the massive old-school SFF novels that you can use to beat someone to death with, then that’s great.
  • A Western novel, as I’ve recently discovered I quite like Westerns. If you’ve got a Western with fantasy/sci-fi elements in it as your suggestion, all the better.
  • A ‘classic’. Some like Virginia Woolfe, whichever one of the Bronte Sisters who didn’t write Jane Eyre or somebody else. Says something rather condemning about literature when all I can think of for classical female authors is Virginia Woolfe and the Bronte Sisters and yet if you asked me to list some male ‘classic’ authors then I could reel off a whole big list off the top of my head.

The comments section is open. Go nuts. Sensibly, please.

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