Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Contos para mulheres crescidas

Erotic Bedtime Stories for women
Nancy Madore
Editora: Spice
Páginas: 256

Num livrinho que reúne treze contos pecaminosos com sadomasoquismo, voyeurismo e outras pancas jeitosas, “Enchanted: erotic bedtime stories for women” pega nos mais conhecidos contos de fadas tradicionais (não os alterados pela Disney) e dá uma reviravolta feminista para todos os gostos. Quantas vezes não acabamos de ouvir um conto de fadas terminar com o “e viveram felizes para sempre?” Onde a fantasia acaba e a realidade começa Nancy Madore explora vários fins alternativos de alguns contos de fadas, de realçar pelo menos três: Cinderela, Barba-azul e A guardadora de gansos. 

 O conto da Cinderela, em especial, começa por explorar uma vertente deixada ao acaso em todas as versões tradicionais: a Cinderela vai ao baile, encontra-se com o príncipe, ele lá fica enamorado e quando perde o sapato tenta encontrar a dona e quando encontra por fim a Cinderela, casam-se. Problema nº 1: não há amor na relação. Madore foi perspicaz em notar a velocidade estonteante de acontecimentos no conto tradicional. Essa será o primeiro problema que tanta colmatar na sua versão: fazer com que haja amor e uma ligação mais pessoal entre os dois. O sapato de cristal adquire o símbolo equivalente ao casamento e por conseguinte a uma prisão: “Well yes, but they are so confining!” replied Cinderella.”. Pode-se, de igual forma, acrescentar que o sapato tem uma conotação sexual e que o pé simbolizava (no conto tradicional) a vagina da mulher o sapato seria o objecto sexual do homem. (Penguin Dictionary of Sybmols, 889) O twist engraçado e erótico da mesma forma no conto passa mesmo pela mudança de mentalidades das personagens. Se, a Cinderela no tradicional fica à espera que o homem que lhe chegue a casa, Madore atribuiu à personagem feminina mais autonomia para tomar as rédeas da relação. A moral da história (se pudemos chamar assim) concentra-se mais no amor do que no acto sexual. Esta versão tem mais chances de acabar com um final feliz do que a tradicional, ambas as personagens tiveram peso semelhante. O difícil segundo Madore nos conta não é ter sexo, mas sim conseguir fazer amor “How could he have so arrogantly disregarded the secrets to bringing her body pleasure?” 

O segundo conto “Barba-azul” começa tal e qual copy & paste do tradicional até que chega a parte onde a esposa abre o quarto proibido. Madore opta por criar um quarto com objectos sadomasoquistas, contudo mantém o sangue na chave. A chave é o símbolo do poder dado à mulher, tendo este poder que ser reprimido. Nesta versão a chave é mais um de ritual iniciação a uma fase sexual da sua vida. O sangue na chave é um indicador claro da prova que o casamento fora consumado. But Bluebeard drew his lips away from hers, chiding her softly, “A loving wife does not take what is not given freely from her husband.” Barba-azul torna um castigo horrível (30 chicotadas) em algo positivo (o facto de amar a mulher, não a suportar ver infeliz). Apesar das mesmas características sádicas estarem presentes, o homem não é visto como um homicida, mas como um perverso capaz de amar. A mulher altera a sua posição de pecadora e incumpridora, para uma simples mulher humana que erra e que é perdoada.

“A guardadora de gansos” tem menos pormenores do conto original e mais alterações. Muito sucintamente é uma abordagem claramente romântica com um menage pseudo-lésbico lá pelo meio, que não se sabe lá muito bem o que lá está a fazer, mas no título tem “erotic” por isso enfia-se sexo a eito. 

O tom assumido durante a obra é leve e distancia-se do tradicional e do feminismo pesado do século XX. Não é um livro aconselhável a ninfomaníacas, nem a meninas pudicas. Qualquer estimulo sexual provocado pelo dito cujo não é da nossa responsabilidade, com o acréscimo de poder ler as histórias com o mais-que-tudo e ser mais barato que o viagra.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Anúncio dos autores selecionados para antologia LISBOA ELECTROPUNK

De entre os seleccionados contam a Ana C. Nunes do blogue "Floresta de livros", Carlos Silva (cuja noveleta estou a ler com calma), Joel Puga, Pedro Vicente Pedroso (tive o prazer de publicar o conto dele na Nanozine) e claro o grandioso Telmo Marçal! De resto não conheço mais ninguém, fica no entanto aqui a mensagem do João Barreiros.
O resto da lista pode ser consultada aqui: http://www.saidadeemergencia.com/editorial/-o-138/anuncio-dos-autores-selecionados-para-antologia-lisboa-electropu/


Ainda há pouco, por mera nostalgia, visitei a ala secreta da Editora SdE, onde ficaram guardados a sete chaves os autores sobreviventes do Seminário de Escrita Radical. O recinto, situado numa catacumba a cem metros de profundidade, encontrava-se selado por duas comportas estanques cujo código de acesso só eu e o Editor conhecemos. Ali permaneceram os nossos autores, durante quase dois anos, a dieta reduzida, uma canja de galinha de vez em quando, um ou outro brioche com manteiga em especiais dias de festa , de modo a inspirar, não o sono, mas a criatividade que a fome habitualmente proporciona. As ordens que recebi vindas do topo foram muito precisas nesse sentido. Nada de comunicar com o exterior. Nada de receber informações de um mundo que doravante deixou de ser o deles. Total info-exclusão. O sonho de um passado eléctrico deveria sobrepor-se, acima de todas as coisas, à contaminação aural de um Portugal contemporâneo. De forma alguma poderíamos correr o risco de que houvesse mais participantes a desistir, ou a serem sugados pela electrosfera, como aconteceu durante a experiência traumática do Ginjal. De modo a protegê-los dos demónios de uma outra época, a câmara dos reclusos estava defendida por uma grelha Faraday. Aprende-se com a experiência, é um facto: tudo o que aconteceu nos armazéns em ruínas, não poderia voltar a repetir-se. Como explicar ao mundo as roupas abandonadas no meio do cimento? Como explicar os bancos vazios onde ainda há pouco havia alguém a ocupá-los? A Editora SdE teve valorosamente de enfrentar, acalmar, seduzir, subornar, os protestos dos familiares que exigiam a devolução dos entes queridos que tinham desaparecido para sempre. E, como se isso não bastasse, mesmo entre os sobreviventes, havia ainda estados de agnosia profunda. Os olhos não viam esta nossa Lisboa, mas uma outra, aquela que foi sonhada no século XIX por uma cabala de autores ignotos. As mãos estendiam-se para abrir portas que não estavam lá. Os ouvidos escutavam a canção da electricidade estática libertada pelas Torres Tesla. De noite, erguiam os olhos ao céu e não viam as estrelas, mas sim o verde viçoso da atmosfera ionizada. Os pés tropeçavam em obstáculos invisíveis. Por fim, para bem deles e da Editora que os patrocinou, tivemos de guardá-los num bunker, meter-lhes uma caneta de tinta permanente nas mãos, um par de chinelos nos pés, e forçá-los a escrever, página após página, até que as Musas cruéis os deixassem em paz. Quinze tarimbas. Catorze sobreviventes. Vários boiões de tinta. Uma sala de duches comum. Com água fria, para pensarem como proletários. Um uniforme simples, de papel reciclável, que servisse a todos de protecção e recato. Refeições apenas duas vezes por dia, para que não houvesse mais distracções. Erguer às seis da manhã. Luzes fechadas às oito da noite. E as minhas visitas, claro. Escrevam, ordenava eu, escrevam ou vai haver chatice. Só vão poder sair daqui quando os contos estiverem terminados, reescritos, revistos, corrigidos. Só vão parar quando deixarem de ouvir vozes. Só quando o espectro dos autores mortos vos deixar em paz. Dois anos de interrogatórios. Dois anos de necessária crueldade. Até que tudo estivesse pronto, até que as remas dos manuscritos começassem a acumular-se junto aos catres. Só agora a verdade pode ser revelada, só agora quanto terminou o combate, podem os nomes vir à superfície e ser impressos pela Editora que tanto se dedicou a este projecto. Mas as histórias já foram escritas. Enfim. Vim abrir-lhes a porta, conduzi-los à superfície e à liberdade. Subiram as escadas, trémulos e de olhos piscos sem quererem acreditar que o sonho consensual terminou. Catorze participantes, entre eles duas mulheres. Dois anos de cativeiro. E uma antologia pronta para ser publicada. Uma antologia sobre Lisboa no ano 2000, vista pelos olhos assombrados dos autores do século XIX. No jardim em volta, cantavam os pássaros a anunciar o fim da tarde e o massacre de minhocas e demais insectos. Indiquei-lhes que podiam descartar os uniformes de papel, lavar as mãos manchadas pela tinta das canetas, vestirem-se com roupas dos nossos dias, e voltarem às respectivas famílias que nada souberam deles durante estes dois anos de exclusão criativa. Abraçaram-me, trémulos e agradecidos. “Ainda oiço vozes”, balbuciou um deles, logo calado por um valente sopapo vindo do companheiro mais próximo. Expliquei-lhes que talvez houvesse uma próxima vez. Que, se a Editora aprovasse, haveríamos de chamá-los para uma nova tentativa. A maior parte empalideceu de susto. Outros apressaram-se a pegar nos objectos pessoais e sair a correr dali para fora. Fiquei sozinho. Com maços de papel pendurados debaixo dos braços. Ainda lhes gritei, “Glória a Tesla, que descansa na Electrosfera”! Mas acho que já ninguém me escutou.

Monday, 16 July 2012

Tese a quanto me obrigas!

Sinopse
You're either on the inside or the outside -- and either way, you're in trouble. A hustling young artist finds himself on the run from warring tribes, mysterious conspirators, body-swapping hackers and more, as he tries to both survive and strike it rich on the vertical surface of a skyscraper big enough to be its own world.






Sinopse
Humanity has colonized the planets - interstellar travel is still beyond our reach, but the solar system has become a dense network of colonies. But there are tensions - the mineral-rich outer planets resent their dependence on Earth and Mars and the political and military clout they wield over the Belt and beyond.Now, when Captain Jim Holden's ice miner stumbles across a derelict, abandoned ship, he uncovers a secret that threatens to throw the entire system into war. Attacked by a stealth ship belonging to the Mars fleet, Holden must find a way to uncover the motives behind the attack, stop a war and find the truth behind a vast conspiracy that threatens the entire human race.

Claro que não vou esperar menos do sr. Newman, até porque acho que vou adorar o sr.


Como ainda estou inscrita no Blogring este mês veio-me parar às mãos
A modern gothic novel of suspense that reveals, through their diaries, the story of sisters who fall in love with a beguiling stranger, and of the town that turns a blind eye to his murderous ways.


















Agora entendem o porquê de eu estar late e a ler a passo de caracol?

Sunday, 15 July 2012

50 ways to traumatize people or my favourite: how to brainwash people without noticing!



ALERT: THIS REVIEW WILL HAVE ALL TYPES OF SWEARING (pff like you did not read the book), TPMS DEMONSTRATIONS, CHAIRS FLYING AND POSSIBLY THE AUTHOR OF THE REVIEW WILL END UP SUICIDING FOR READING SUCH A TERRIBLE BOOK.

A piece of advice: Do not buy it. I know you are curious about the book, but BORROW it.

So, a lot of people have asked me... pardon BEGGED me to write a “50 shades of grey” review. First I told them to fuck off, because I wanted to erase any recollection of reading this book! So I have my absinthe... and let’s begin!



(Hmmm green)
The story: The story is, well... none? We have a series of parallel stuff at the beginning with Twilight. Anabela is a stupid 21-years-old girl (yes girl, because there is no way she’s a woman) and Chris Grey is a stalker. She interviews him and thinks that things went wrong, but when Grey calls her back she’s all excited. This is when it gets complicated... she lies, sets her eyes on him and she is immediately wet.



They start what is the most awkward relationship I have ever read. Do not get me wrong, I am a sucker for romance and BDSM, but this? Geez L. James, you have been smoking some weird shit!
Meet Anastacia! If you see her on the streets, kill her! Society will thank you!



And this is mr. Grey



(Oh mr. Grey I don’t think they can do it!)
“I thought you didn’t make love. I thought you fucked hard”. Oh Anastacia you were so right. So the sex scene where she loses her virginity is...

“You’re very beautiful, Anastasia Steele. I can’t wait to be inside you.” Holy shit. His words. He’s so seductive. He takes mybreath away.“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”What? I frown.“Don’t be coy, Ana, show me,” he whispers.I shake my head.“I don’t know what you mean.” My voice is hoarse. I hardly recognize it, laced with desire.“How do you make yourself come? I want to see.”I shake my head.“I don’t,” I mumble. – Eeeer you are 21 and you never masturbate? Tell me more about how incredibly innocent you are! Is she a nun? Grey are you fucking nuns now?“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Steele,” he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex. “Hard,” he whispers, and he slams into me.“Aargh!” I cry as I feel a weird pinching sensation deepinside me as he rips through my virginity. He stills,gazing down at me, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph.His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. Hegroans.“You’re so tight. You okay?”- 

Of course she is not ok! -.-“ Seriously Grey you’re stupid! Seriously, what kind of man tells a woman he is going to fuck her? O_O Not even a blowjob! They go straight for sex... damn this guy sucks in bed, no matter what people say! He does not teach Ana how to make love or to explore his body. He brutalizes her and takes what is sacred. Also he talks a lot while sex “Oh you’re so soft, oh you smell so good.” But when she orgamss, he gets all bitchy “You are very responsive,” he breathes. “You’re going to have to learn to control that(...)” Fuck you, mr. Grey, if I want to scream, I can wake up all my neighbours and you will do nothing! Seriously he could have said “I want to eat your pussy” that would be nicer, but no, let’s use dirty words, because uhh we are naughty, naughty!

I also found it amazing how she is one second in horrible pain and then she is feeling pleasure... Also she has just lost her virginity and demands a second time bout of sex. Baby she should be sore! She should be in pain. There is no way she would ask for a second time. But ohhh wait we are talking about Grey, so yeah... he’s sooo amazing he has got to satisfy her one more time... At this point I am like “wtv get on with it so I can get my brain back!”

THE CONTRACT: I don’t even need to explore the contract, but what the hell, yeeey let’s do it just for fun! Inside I am like FML (Fuck my life), will this come to an end?

12 The Submissive will make herself available to the Dominant from Friday evenings through to Sunday afternoons each week during the Term at times to be specified by the Dominant (“the Allotted Times”). Further allocated time can be mutually agreed on an adhoc basis.
 13 The Dominant reserves the right to dismiss the Submissive from his service at any time and for any reason. The Submissive may request her release at any time, such request to be granted at the discretion of the Dominant subject only to the Submissive’s rights under clauses 2-5 and 8 above. 15.8 In case of illness or injury the Dominant shall care for the Submissive, seeing to her health and safety, encouraging and when necessary ordering medical attention when it is judged necessary by the Dominant. 
And you are all thinking “awww that is so cute, he is going to take care of her! And then you read this!:

15.11 The Dominant may restrain, handcuff, or bind the Submissive at any time during the Allotted Times or any agreed additional times for any reason and for extended periods of time, giving due regard to the health and safety of the Submissive. 
What the fuck did I miss? Also the next part is even MORE awesome.
 15.19 The Submissive shall not touch or pleasure herself sexually without permission from the Dominant.Pff right! See she is so funny! She actually thinks it is possible... Oh geez... This is so bad, I am laughing so hard!


 15.20 The Submissive shall submit to any sexual activity demanded by the Dominant and shall do without hesitation or argument. – Ana, see that bridge? If you throw yourself off it, you will have the greatest orgasm ever! Just let her do it and end my suffering! 


15.21 The Submissive shall accept whippings, floggings, spankings, caning, paddling or any other discipline the Dominant should decide to administer, without hesitation, enquiry or complaint.
so allow me to spank you and if you complain... uhm fuck you I am the boss?... People find this exciting? There is one  thing called the safe word. If it is hurting too bad, you cry out that word... Apparently mrs. James has been reading the wrong BDSM books! She’s been reading everything wrong. Except for Twilight!
 Here's an image from Barbie to ruin your childhood!

15.22 The Submissive shall not look directly into the eyes of the Dominant except when specifically instructed to do so. The Submissive shall keep her eyes cast down and maintain a quiet and respectful bearing in the presence of the Dominant. – Like nuns! Except she is going to be raped... Uhhh bitch’s gonna get raped... I should care, I am a feminist! I care about women!

“Clothes:During the Term the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by the Dominant.”

Ana... she’s a plant! Or a flower! She’s pretty, she smells nice and her brain is inactive. So yeah Ana is a flower... how nice!

“He’s my master! To be dealt with as he pleases! Holy
shit.I shudder at the thought of being flogged or whipped. Spanking probably wouldn’t be so bad, humiliating though. And tied up? Well he did tie my hands together.That was… well it was hot, really hot, so perhaps that won’t be so bad. He won’t loan me to another Dominant – damn right he won’t. That would be totally unacceptable.Why am I even thinking about this?”

Honey who told you, you could think? Who has misled you in such cruel way?
 Also “wow that is humiliating... hot though... but oh I am his sex toy now yey I am so excited...” No words ... can describe.... how much this quote fails. So I am going to shut up and keep going!

“And I can’t touch him. Well, no surprise there. And these silly rules… No, no I can’t do this. I put my head in my hands. This is no way to have a relationship.”
I am sensing some disturbance in her brain! I think this is the only activity her brain has had since she was born...

“My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five-year-old. Please,let’s do this… otherwise we’ll end up alone with lots of cats and your classic novels to keep you company.”

BITCH, KILL YOUR FUCKING INNER GODDESS. I want her dead...  I am glad I don't have one of those.
From now on, this is your new inner Goddess!






Geez talking about low self-esteem! Ok you’re a 21 virgin (were) and you think you are going to end up alone? If that would mean that I would have my freedom, bring on the cats, they are lovely company! Way better than MR. Grey....
See, even Sheldon approves cats!



Sheldon has had way more pussies than Grey!


Ok so enough with the contract let’s go to the steamy hot sex scenes... uhhh Watch and learn Redtube!

“When did you start your period, Anastasia?” he asks out of the blue, gazing down at me. “Err... yesterday,” I mumble in my highly aroused state.“Good.” He releases me and turns me around.“Hold on to the sink,” he orders and pulls my hips back again, like he did in the playroom, so I’m bending down.He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string… what! And… a gently pulls my tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet. Holy fuck. Sweet mother of all… Jeez.
And then he’s inside me… ah! Skin against skin… moving slowly at first… easily, testing me, pushing me… oh my. I grip on to the sink, panting, forcing myself back on him, feeling him inside me. Oh the sweet agony…”

I am laughing so hard, but so hard you have no idea! She’s bleeding, probably with TPM’s and he fucks her, he removed her tampon and he fucks her (there is no way, you can convince me they are making love) It’s funny, because it is ridiculous! How can anyone found  this sex scene hot? One it is disgusting, trust me, when you are on your period everything is strong, the pain, the smell of blood, it is horrible. Also again he is amazing! The incredible mr. Grey is so perfect he could even penetrate her while she was dying, that, she would climax and find it wonderful. This is how ridiculous this goes. Oh the sweet agony! The agony is there, it just ain’t sweet anymore.

This is so bad, my only reaction is to laugh instead of crying.
You know what the worst part is? People actually admire Grey, due to his past. Because he was “victim” of an older woman and tormented, people actually find him innocent. To me, he is a stalker, a perverted and a manipulator. I have known guys who are sweet, caring, great people, and no girls look at them, because they are either shy or too fat. When I see people sighing for Grey, I would actually LOVE that one day they would find a guy just as manipulative and horrible as Grey, so they would know firsthand what it is like to live in a what-should-be-a-relationship-but-it-is-not. Women would go through a living hell. People keep telling me this is a work of fiction, but how many women actually suffer from domestic violence? Is “50 shade of grey” really that different? He arms her, he controls her life, he looks like a bully to me. Ladies, think twice, think that if you were Ana what would you do? Would you sign that contract and throw away your freedom? Even her friend does not approve Grey and says that he is a sick and twisted psycho, but what do we say to our beloved friends? Not today!


Actress Maise Williams playing Arya from Martin's "Game of thrones" series. A good character written by a MAN.

Girls your Grey can be like this on the outside



but inside he is like this



Just how shallow is our society to mention that this is as a good book? What has happened to women such as Ursula Le Guin? Where is the legacy of Marion Zimmer Bradley? Angela Carter? Virginia Woolf?

Women have struggled for equality for three centuries and now some flower arrives and says “This guy is hot, so he can control my life?” Not a single time does mr Grey tell Ana that he loves her. She tells herself twice that she loves him (she won’t say it out loud, because she is afraid that she will suffer)... Today I think I told my boyfriend at least 6 times I loved him. He knows I love him more than anything and I also know I can speak my mind whenever I want to. I tell him “Honey you are hurting me.” And he stops and apologizes. Relationships are not perfect, we yell at each other, when I get horrible TPM’s I tell him not to touch me and confused he asks me “What can I do love to help you?” and I say “STOP BREATHING!” He laughs and cuddles me. Now I have to tell him that the best way is to remove my tampon and fuck me on the sink, because apparently that is what women enjoy! It is sad. It is sad that three centuries of struggle are sent to the gutter just because some woman has decided to “write” porn and people buy it. In Portugal we waited for decades to have a simple edition of Angela Carter’s novels! Merely months after 50 shades comes out, BAM, here it is, translated and published. You will not find books by one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, Anya Seton, you will not find her books in Portuguese, but you will find this crap everywhere you go.

And people read them, and people enjoy them, because their brains are dead. Society, our society, is brain dead. Our economy is fucked up, politics lie every day, we have violent protests in the streets and people find it safe to have fantasies with a sick perverted wealthy man? Ladies, it is no shame to be a feminist! I have heard so many times “Oh that is horrible, to be a feminist and something extremist”. I though this book was extreme in a way which completely violated all the rights of women.


People after reading "50 shades of Grey"

If it would be on the contrary where the girl would demand all of this, this review would be the same. Same lines, same critics opinion... I just pity people for being so shallow and enjoy appreciating a man just because he is hot and rich... For once I would love that people would read a book and actually put some thought think about it. Not just read and say “Oh I enjoy it, the sex scenes were nice.” What about everything else? For once think about what you are reading.

So now excuse me, as all my memories of such horrible piece of crap will be erased! Whenever you are ready, agent K!




All bad books will recieve from now on the Spiderman visit!

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Alma Rebelde

Alma Rebelde
Carla M. Soares
Publisher: Porto Editora
Pages: 288

While writing my thesis, I had some issues writing stuff in Portuguese... Also I thought “What the hell, the book is Portuguese, so we all know what it is about, but what about the others?” Hence this review will be in... German! Yeah, right... So let’s begin: Alma Rebelde “Wild Spirit” (Alma should be translated directly into soul, but that would be cheesy) is a new book released by one of the greatest Portuguese publishers: Porto Editora. I understand why the book was published, the story scheme has a lot of resembles with other authors such as Johanna Lindsey (in her best books) and Lisa Kleypas. I actually believe that this book should be read not due to the story, which is predictable, but for the language in use. When we read Kleypas or Lindsey, we read it for the characters, but the work behind the language is not that good. 

The use of Portuguese here is highly admirable. It is not dull, it keeps the pacing, and you notice that the author is a Portuguese teacher in some sentences. It is light, without being brainless. I usually tend to call these type of books “light historical romance”, the romance is definitely the focus point and the historical part is just a set. Another positive issue is the fact that you see that the author did some research and placed it carefully every now and then, without heavy traces of “infodump”. The story is, as I have mentioned before, predictable. 

There were two points were a bit forced (the lover and the attack), you can see the author placed them there to make you enjoy the characters, but it looks like it was only placed for troubles. The dilemmas meet the characters while they are innocent and do NOTHING to have troubles and yet they keep coming. I do not enjoy innocent characters, I want them to be silly and stupid. Make mistakes, you are human after all. Nevertheless, overall, the story is acceptable for the kind of book.

The characters, it depends a lot on the scenes. I enjoy Santiago until a certain point. He was way too light at the beginning. He did not “enjoy” the fact that he was marrying for money, but he looked like he did not care and tried to be too sweet with Joana. I would like him to be a son of a bitch at the beginning and more sweet in the end. He calls her “Joaninha” at the beginning, like a sister and I thought “ok maybe he is a decent guy” Of course he is! He is the hero! Still I like them tough... he did not sound though. I still prefer him to Joana. Joana is a typical woman from the XIX century, she hides a wild spirit. I loved when at the end she asks Santiago “Do you think I am afraid to work?” You have to hate female characters that only think about marriage, with Joana it is the opposite. Though she complains way too much at the beginning and may even think she is “a spoiler brat” (hey she is marrying a nice dude, while Ester her cousin married an old man who beats her, so yeah Joana is pretty damn lucky), when she arrives at Santiago’s house, she changes. She is the one that suffers the greatest change: from a woman who keeps complaining, to someone who actually do something. It was pity that she was not more “fiery”, there were some quotes from Santiago that I would love to personally answer him. 

There was some symbolism left to explore, the constant mention of the word “Joaninha” certainly reminds everyone of the Portuguese book from the author Almeida Garrett “Viagens na minha terra” and the mention of Madame Bovary, where Santiago quotes Flaubert in French “Madame Bovary c’est moi”.

In the end the book ended with a four-star on Goodreads, because I seriously believe these minor things are, just small details and they do not rob the beauty of it. It is said that we are to support what is ours and this book proves it. Why buy horrible books like Sherryl Thomas, when we can have nice books with great Portuguese work in language? If you want to read a book similar to this one in English, try “That perfect someone” by Johanna Lindsey herself. 

Also thanks to Wook for allowing us to spend 15€ on e-books!

Review in Portuguese coming soon.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Show modafucker, don't tell!

Normalmente as más reviews de livros portugueses ficam-se a dever ao facto de os escritores fazerem "Tell" em vez de "Show". Enquanto leitora é extremamente chato estar a ser alimentada com uma colher de ouro, sentadinha, de cú alapado a absorver informação despejada. A maior parte dos autores mais inexperientes revelam o quão difícil é, de facto, debitar informação sem ser de forma directa. Existem, no entanto truques.
Este excerto foi retirado do livro: Writing a Novel and Getting it Published e faz parte do capítulo com o nome "Show, don't tell."



Many inexperienced writers make the mistake of telling their reader everything instead of simply showing them. If you tell the reader something, they can only agree. If you show them something, you let them come to their own conclusions. Showing rather than telling helps a reader to get involved in a story. The popularity of detective novels points to the fact that readers like to work; they want the satisfaction of participating in the story.

TELLING

Joanne and Jeremy were dancing together. Simon watched them with a jealous expression on his face.

SHOWING

Simon was standing in a dark corner, watching them. His fists were clenched tight by his sides and the muscles of his jaw moved as if grinding hard corn. Someone walked past and spoke to him, but he ignored them. His eyes never left the dancing couple.

TELLING

Joanne was beautiful.

SHOWING

Joanne walked into the room and the atmosphere changed. An animated conversation taking place next to the door stopped in mid-sentence. Simon realised that, along with the rest of the room, he was staring. He realised this at the same moment that he noticed that his glass was overflowing and whiskey was pouring onto his shoes.

Through showing, you allow readers to use their own interpretation and standards. Beauty, for example, is always in the eye – or imagination – of the beholder. Showing the effects that a character or an object has on the surroundings also allows you to surprise the reader – if a character brings the room to a halt just by walking into it, and you later reveal that she’s decidedly plain, you say something about her without having to spell it out. Showing rather than telling also brings characters and situations to life. ‘Joanne was beautiful’ is vague and unhelpful, as well as being lazy. You need to work to keep the reader’s attention. Showing the reader things rather than telling them is one way to achieve this aim.
Green, G. & Kremer, L. (2007). Writing a Novel and Getting it Published. John Wiley & Sons, Ltd (pp. 258-259)

Friday, 6 July 2012

Afiliados da Wook

WOOK - www.wook.pt


Após o convite da Wook para afiliar o site ao meu blogue, vão notar que todas as quinzenas irei colocar um destaque diferente com um livro cujos portes sejam grátis e que tenha um desconto simpático. Sempre defendi que a literatura devia de ser para todos: desde as pessoas que não têm muito dinheiro até os mais abastados. A verdade é que os livros estão caros, mas isso não implica que  não haja promoções de ver em quando.

O que é isso de afiliados... coiso?

O sistema de afiliados é algo simples. Eu coloco um livro de X em X tempo que vai directamente para a Wook, as pessoas que clicarem no link e comprarem livros/filmes/ DvDs ou whatever a partir do blog estão a contribuir para que eu/ je/ cá a madame do burgo ganhe uma parte de comissão (estilo hospedeiras de bordo, mas sem a fatiota elegante). 

O que é que eu ganho com isso mesmo?

No fundo é um 50/50, ganha a Wook com publicidade, ganho eu com dinheiro para livros (yeeey) e ganha o comprador um livro novo com promoções.

E vou salvar criancinhas em África se clicar no botão?

Pode tentar, mas acho que não vai ser muito bem sucedido.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Ser docente

Sempre que estou aqui, esqueço-me que sou professora, mas hoje decidi colmatar essa falha e partilho livros sobre a profissão de três editoras!


Professores que marcam a Diferença
Maria João Lapo
Editor: Alfarroba
Colecção: Técnico
PVP: 13,80€
Páginas: 200

Sinopse
Trata-se de uma obra interessante, pertinente e oportuna que representa um contributo valioso para compreender um dos elementos-chave que fazem a diferença na vida escolar dos alunos: os professores.
Deve ser lida por professores, formadores de professores, directores de escolas e decisores políticos,pois possibilita a análise de dimensões e características do trabalho dos professores, ressaltando ainda a importância de reconhecer e valorizar a profissão docente.


Avaliação docente: eu tu e nós
Maria do Carmo Pinto
Maria João Lapo
Ana Maria Guedes
Paula Trindade

Editor: Alfarroba
Colecção: Técnico
PVP: 15,00€
Páginas: 156

Sinopse
Este livro sobre instrumentos e métodos, observação de aulas e supervisão, surge numa fase em que a avaliação do desempenho docente é um tema polémico da actualidade que tem feito parte da agenda das políticas educativas. Assim, pensamos que é fundamental que esta se torne a principal plataforma de desenvolvimento profissional, que possibilite a melhoria das práticas docentes e, consequentemente, se traduza na melhoria dos resultados da escola.

Os projectos apresentados pretendem servir de ajuda, reflexão e melhoria da prática de avaliação de desempenho docente, mas também tem como fim evidenciar a oportunidade de reconhecer, impulsionar e premiar o mérito, de valorizar a actividade lectiva e enobrecer a carreira dos docentes.
O livro contém um CD-ROM com documentos úteis para o leitor professor e para todos os interessados na temática da avaliação docente, que vão desde a legislação relevante a formulários práticos prontos a imprimir.


O "Eduquês" em Discurso Directo
Uma crítica da pedagogia romântica e construtivista
Nuno Crato
Edição/reimpressão: 2006
Páginas: 132
Editor: Gradiva Publicações
P.V.P.:9,09€

Sinopse
O ‘Eduquês’ em Discurso Directo disseca com rigor e impiedade os lugares comuns em educação. Mostra o vazio dos conceitos que têm dominado a pseudo-pedagogia do laxismo e da irresponsabilidade. Explica a ideologia frouxa que está por detrás da linguagem mole e palavrosa a que se tem chamado eduquês.
Depois de ler este livro, ninguém pode continuar a aceitar acriticamente expressões tão comuns como «aprender a aprender», «ensino centrado no aluno» ou «aprendizagem em contexto». Percebem-se as ideias nocivas por detrás dessas expressões aparentemente inócuas.
Minuciosamente documentado com delirantes citações de responsáveis pela política educativa, apoiado em referências críticas da psicologia e da pedagogia, este livro não deixa pedra sobre pedra no edifício ideológico do eduqês.
Nuno Crato é um professor de matemática preocupado com a educação. Armado de uma vasta cultura científica, de uma experiência de docência em vários países e de fundamentadas preocupações filosóficas, empreende neste livro a primeira crítica sistemática da pedagogia romântica e construtivista que em Portugal ficou conhecida como eduquês.
É a primeira obra no género no nosso país. Destina-se a professores, pais e todos os que se preocupam com o futuro. O ensino é um problema demasiado sério para ser confiado exclusivamente aos teóricos da pedagogia.


Saber Educar
Guia do Professor
Ramiro Marques
Coleção: Ensinar e Aprender
Nº de Páginas: 152
P.V.P.: 10,07 €

Sinopse
O leitor encontrará aqui a apresentação de métodos e técnicas de ensino, critérios para planificação e avaliação, estratégias para o desenvolvimento da vários tipos de projectos, bem como exemplos de actuação e recomendações práticas. O objectivo é oferecer um guia que pretende iluminar a acção pedagógica com ponderação e realismo, cobrindo todos os aspectos relevantes para a prática docente nas escolas.

Sunday, 1 July 2012

International Speculative Fiction nº 0



Normalmente não consigo actualizar o blogue com tanta assiduidade, isso porque ou estou a escrever a tese ou a meter-me em projectos que nem uma maluca! Desta vez tenho o prazer de anunciar que fui a magazine designer (nome chique) do número 0 da International Speculative Fiction. Podem fazer o download gratuito da revista aqui: http://internationalsf.wordpress.com/2012/06/30/isf-n-o-0-free-download/

Um grande obrigado ao Roberto Mendes e que este seja o 1º número de uma revista de grande sucesso!