Subject:Re: The Future of Young Adult Fiction?
Date:Thu, 10 Apr 2008 02:17:49 -0500
On Wed, 09 Apr 2008 20:34:48 -0500, Patricia C. Wrede wrote: Oh, for pity’s sake. That’s one of the more ridiculous things I’ve ever heard. About the only way you can come up with that is if you boil both books all the way down to the Standard Plot Skeleton — hero has problem, hero tries to solve problem, hero succeeds in solving problem. Which applies equally well to “Hansel and Gretel” and “The Hunt for Red October.”
Hansel turned to Gretel, hunched over the scanner. “She’s out there somewhere…”
Gretel concentrated, the Sony Sweetspot[tm] headphones clamped to her ears, careless of the syrup that dripped down her hair. With tiny movements of her fingers, movements so small as to be almost invisible, she adjusted the controls. On the waterfall display crumbs of gingerbread appeared and died as they floated to the surface. Software so secret as to be unknown to the NSA listened; filtering for traces of the witch in the natural noises of the forest and displaying the result in coloured lines of gingerbread on the waterfall display.
“I’ve got something, Hansel. Bearing 235 true, range, oh, twenty, maybe thirty feet. But I can’t ID it yet. Call it Zulu one.” She picked up the pot of jam and marked the display.
Hansel thought, desperately. 235 true. He furrowed his brow, trying to visualise. 234 true, twenty feet, that would be down the garden path and just behind the first oak on the right. Dare he try a shot? Here they were, trapped in the vulnerably fragile gingerbread house and unable to see out… was it the witch out there? Or was it Ryan?
I wonder if it will be friendly?
Dum vivimus, vivamus….