My dad passed away recently. He was the biggest supporter of my blog here at Jedi by Knight, reading every post I wrote and often mentioning them to me when we spoke. Even my husband rarely reads my blog! To know that someone, somewhere was reading what I write was a huge gift, just one of many such gifts my dad gave me.
A librarian by profession, my dad is one of the reasons I was an early reader. Our house was filled with books, and he nearly always had one or two Louis L’amour novels by his comfy chair in the living room. He occasionally asked my opinion on YA or anime to include in his library’s collection.
The last book I gave him (on the occasion of his retirement) was Louise Penny’s Still Life, which he described as slow and character-driven. In short, my dad was someone who understood the value of novels to enhance our lives.
My mom and I spent a lot of time in various hospitals while my dad was sick; I was a bit surprised to find something all hospitals have in common: beautiful artwork.
Artwork in a hospital? Don’t sick people and doctors have better things to do than contemplate the meaning of some shapes on the wall?
Actually, no, I realized once I thought about it. I see art as an essential part of life, a way to tell a truth through a different medium, shapes rather than words. Where better to see an expression of the meaning of life than among the sick and dying?
This is artwork from the hospital where my dad died: “Ahuja Azure, Citron and Amber Persian Wall” by the famous glass artist Dale Chihuly. It may seem like a little thing, but seeing this piece there truly helped me in a difficult time. It reminded me that even as I was experiencing heartbreak and suffering, there is still beauty in the world.
So, one thing I will take from my dad’s death as well as his life is the positive impact of art and books in people’s lives. He will be missed here, but my blog will carry on in this spirit–his spirit–for as long as I am writing.
Last week, Slate published an essay by an 11-year-old reader that illustrates perfectly why I believe in the need for books with diverse characters. “This is Me” by Audrey Hall was a winner in the New York Public Library’s Summer Reading 2019 Essay Contest. In her essay, Audrey describes how the book Blended by Sharon Draper expanded her universe.
You can read the full essay here, which is well-written and even includes quotes from the book to support her thesis.
Audrey checked Blended out of the library and it quickly became a favorite. The book features a multiracial protagonist with divorced parents, which also describes Audrey. She describes how she related directly to the character’s experiences in the book, moving between households and debating how to describe herself. It was a revelation for her to know that there might be other kids who shared her own experiences. “This book made me feel like I belong,” she wrote.
I personally could not have written a better essay to describe why representation is important, especially in children’s and YA literature. Every child should have the same feeling that Audrey had when reading.
Of course, we will not relate to every character we read about, which also expands our minds. And of course, we can relate to characters who don’t look like us at all. For example, my pen name Mei-Mei was taken from a Chinese character in a Japanese anime. But I won’t pretend that I don’t automatically feel a sense of kinship with every redhead character that I meet. Being able to see ourselves so directly in characters is such a valuable thing that I want every child to be able to experience it as I have.
For this reason, I have been a fan of the We Need Diverse Books movement, which started as a Twitter hashtag and has become a phenomenon. I think we have seen a huge growth of diverse books in YA fantasy (my wheelhouse) over the past ten years, and I hope this trend will continue. I am personally making an effort to read more books featuring diverse characters and, just as importantly, by diverse authors to support the publishing industry following this trend.
Audrey’s prize for the essay was a trip to a NY Yankees game. I hope she has a great time! I also hope she grows up to be a writer of many more characters like herself.
There are spoilers for The Force Awakens in this post.
One of my favorite parts of TFA was the three new heroes we meet: Poe, Finn, and Rey. I like how analogous they are to the original trio of Luke, Han, and Leia, but as I was watching the movie I started to think about how each of the new characters has a mix of the old ones in them, both in their roles in the story as well as their personality. Continue reading →
The rock (for it is more rock than island) stands about 11 km out to sea, rising out of the mist to tower over its little brother, whose gannet-lined cliffs sit 1.5 km away, only marginally closer to the County Kerry coast.
This rock is only 0.219 sq km large. That’s about 0.085 sq miles, or 54 acres, of jagged rock (and whatever mossy plants can manage to grow on it), ending in steep cliffs straight down into the Atlantic.
The seabirds don’t seem to mind the harsh conditions. Kittiwakes nest directly on tiny cliff ledges, and puffins flap their tiny wings to take off and land in defiance of the strong winds.
But what could posses a human being to come here? To make the rough journey over 11 km of open ocean, only to find no beach or dock, just inhospitable cliff walls?
Christian monks arrived from Ireland in the 8th century, or slightly before. They sought out the austerity of the rock, wanting to live and pray in isolation from the world. They stayed for several centuries, fending off Viking attacks and building domed structures that still cluster on the rocks like wasp nests long abandoned.
A long time ago…
Others came. Were they Jedi hermits? Rebels looking for a hideout even more remote than Hoth? An Irish navy ship monitored the rock during filming in the summer of 2014, maintaining the secrecy of the Episode VII scenes shot there.
I came to Skellig Michael on July 3, 2015. My journey was part ecotourism, part pop-culture pilgrimage, and part self-actualization. And in many ways, it was the most memorable part of my trip to Ireland.
The tour was 8 days long, starting in Dublin on Sunday and going counterclockwise (or “anti-clockwise” as they say) around Ireland. Skellig Michael was planned for Friday, assuming the weather was good. It always comes down to the weather: too much wind and waves means there’s no way to safely disembark on the island.
Through the whole week as we visited ruined castles and hiked up mountains, I could feel momentum building. I had chosen this tour partly because of the opportunity to visit this place where a Star Wars movie had been filmed. My nerves were building, too. We were warned that the boat ride out to Skellig Michael would be rough. And once on the island, there are over 600 steps to reach the monks’ settlement at the top. That’s 600+ winding, uneven steps that the monks hand-built centuries ago, with no hand rails, that get slippery as ice when it rains.
And there are no bathrooms. For like, 6 hours.
Thursday night I was so nervous I already felt sick to my stomach. Though I had spent about a week on a boat when I toured the Galápagos, that was 8 years ago and the most recent time I’d done something requiring warnings about motion sickness (the “Forbidden Journey” ride in Hogwarts at Harry Potter World), it made me quite sick. I brought Dramamine with me, but I’d never used it before and didn’t know how well it would work.
In the morning it looked very windy. We ate breakfast as our guide went to confirm that we were still on for the outing. I ate about 3 bites of toast and drank half a cup of tea. I didn’t talk much either. I prayed for cancellation, then scolded myself. I emailed my husband, though I knew with the time difference he would not be awake, let alone responding.
I admit: I nearly backed out. Pretty much the only thing that got me on the boat was the knowledge that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least try. It was time to face my fears.
On board they gave us rain coats and pants to put on. They didn’t help. The boat pilot, who had done this journey hundreds if not thousands of times over several decades, warned us it would be “bumpy” on the way out. Bumpy. Ha. The sea spray splashing over the side got all of us wet. My trail pants were soaked through. My shoes were designed to be waterproof…from the outside. The sea water dripped down into my socks and insoles until my feet were in small puddles.
My body was pumping adrenaline now as I clutched my seat and braced for oncoming waves. I told myself I didn’t care if I arrived on Skellig Michael soaked or retching. The point was to be there.
Two people on board got sick on the way out. But I wasn’t one of them. The Dramamine worked well enough, and I distracted myself with first sightings of various sea birds. It was impossible to look for the Skelligs ahead of us without getting a face full of sea water.
The ride must have lasted at least an hour. We all felt the length. We passed Little Skellig with its rows of white gannets, and finally pulled up next to the concrete staircase that serves as a makeshift dock for the big island. My shoes squished as I took my first steps on Skellig Michael.
I was here. It was real. I dawdled as I walked the path to the monks’ stairs, watching the puffins fluttering. Someone pointed out kittwake nests with chicks in them, situated on cliff ledges with just barely enough room for parent and young. I took a selfie with the island’s rocks in the background as proof I’d been there. I took pictures of puffins about every 10 feet; I defy you to find a cuter seabird than a puffin.
My first puffin pic
Kittiwakes and guillemots nesting
Atlantic puffin (Fratercula arctica)
Those of us who felt well enough to climb the stairs grouped at the bottom for a safety talk, which is no joke. Visitors have been injured and even died on Skellig Michael.
I started up the stairs slowly, and soon the rest of the group had left me behind. We had about 2 hours on the island, and my plan was to go up as high as I could in an hour, then start back down again. I would go up maybe a dozen or twenty steps at a time, then just sit on a step for awhile. The sun was shining gently and the wind was working to dry my pants. I sang some 2NE1 out loud to the puffins, speculating that it was the first time they’d ever heard K-pop.
There were very few other visitors that day; we learned later that only 2 of the other larger boats had gone out–the smaller boats remained at the dock in Portmagee. I was often the only person in sight. I took more pictures of the puffins, and it was at this point that my camera died because I am an incompetent traveler and hadn’t been able to find my battery charger before leaving the US.
It was nesting season for the seabirds. Puffins are small birds and they nest in burrows and crevices under rocks. Many of them were pulling up little bits of the sea campion growing near the steps to take back to their nests. You could see the females peeking out from their burrows. Every now and then I heard a sound like a lawnmower starting; it took a couple couple times before I realized it was the puffins (hear the sound here).
It was a bit like being in the Galápagos in that the birds were not afraid and mostly just ignored us. They would move from the steps when I passed but had no problems flying right around us. I watched a kittiwake make a slow, hovering landing near me in the face of a stiff breeze.
I didn’t make it to the top. I didn’t much mind. We had already seen several good examples of monks’ beehive huts elsewhere on the mainland. I made it up to the plateau called Christ’s Saddle between the island’s two peaks; the steps continue up the north-east peak to the monks’ cells and monastery, while the south-west peak is home to the Hermitage, which is even less accessible (you basically need climbing gear).
The wind got very, very strong as I entered the Saddle and I decided to head back down. I descended just as slowly as I came up, stopping to eat a few bites, drink some water, and pop another Dramamine for the trip back.
The return ride was not as rough. We paused at Little Skellig to see a dozen harbour seals on the rocks. Some of the braver members of the group whipped out their cameras. The gannets were beautiful; they are related to the boobies of the Galápagos, so I have now seen species from the family Sulidae on two continents.
I arrived back on the Irish mainland once again slightly wet, but exhilarated. I had followed in the monks’ footsteps, added several new bird species to my life list, and made a personal connection with Star Wars Episode VII by visiting one of the filming locations.
My mom went to the Skellig Visitors’ Center and bought me a “Skellig Wars” shirt. One of the employees there mentioned that crews would be back in fall to do more filming; he seemed to think it would be for Episode VIII this time.
We still don’t know exactly what was filmed on Skellig Michael. I will be watching intently for any familiar sights when I see the Ep VII premiere in December. I think it was likely the monastery area that was used as scenery, but we’ll see. (Frankly, I’m kind of amazed they got permission to film there at all. It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and I think some of the seabirds are protected, too.)
Skellig Michael’s appearance may amount to only a few seconds of screen time, but the fact that they are doing more filming there makes me think it is an important location. Anyone want to speculate on what it might be??
In short, visiting Skellig Michael was an unforgettable experience, and I’m sure I’ll be talking about it for a long, long time. If you want more info about the island, this government brochure is a great read.
The Internet has come as close to agreement as it probably ever will over one point: it’s 2015 and we’re ready for more diversity in our fiction. No more will we accept straight white males as the default character lens through which to view our movies, comics, video games, and novels.
What no one can agree on now is how to accomplish this.
Don’t let my click-bait title fool you; I don’t have any answers. How to best reflect our culture’s many facets is an issue that itself is multifaceted.
For example, as comic books are being turned into movies, studios must walk a line between staying “true” to the source material and giving modern audiences the diversity they want. The only superheroes that have achieved any kind of permanence in mainstream popular culture include a couple of white guys (Batman, Captain America, etc.) and one white woman (Wonder Woman). So comic books, and the movies based on them, have started adding diversity to their line-ups in two basic ways.
Straight-up changing an established character’s racial/gender/sexual identity is sometimes called “bending,” as in, here are pictures of gender-bent Disney princesses. For comic book properties, race bending is most common. Both Johnny Storm (the Human Torch) and Nick Fury were originally drawn as white men, but their most recent movie incarnations are both black. The new DC Justice League movies have cast an Israeli woman as Wonder Woman and a man of native Hawaiian descent as Aquaman, both of whom generally appear very “Northern European” white in most of their iterations.
Why can’t we do this for all the famous superheroes? Sometimes, certain (some would say all) aspects of a superhero’s identity are essential to his or her character. Changing Wonder Woman to a man, for example, would negate the entire idea of her coming from the island of Themyscira, home of the Amazons where men are not allowed. But portraying her as more Mediterranean in complexion makes sense with that traditional, Greek myth-related backstory. As another example, Captain America’s Aryan features made an interesting statement at the time he was created, considering that he was fighting Nazis in WWII.
But is this statement still culturally relevant? American society has changed in many ways since WWII. When Batman was created in 1939, it would have been quite rare for an “old money” family like the Waynes to be anything but white. But nowadays, the idea of upper-class minorities is not so crazy, and I don’t think an African- or Asian-American Batman would be either. For Bruce Wayne, I feel his social/economic class is the defining characteristic, more than his race.
Another issue is whether these kind of changes would be too confusing for a large audience. People who read superhero comic books generally get pretty good at not getting too hung up on continuity. So Nick Fury was white in the last series, and now he’s black. Ok. It’s the same way that Rogue can sometimes fly, and Jubilee is now a vampire. But for the general public, it might be confusing as to why Bobby “Iceman” Drake was into Rogue and Kitty for 4 movies but now likes boys.
In any case, the corporations who stand to make lots of money from superhero movies are going to be extremely hesitant to make even “superficial” changes to cultural icons, no matter how good it makes the story. Instead we could try…
Making new diverse characters
So, if we can’t mess with cultural icons, whether because we like their stories as-is or because they’re super profitable, then we’ll just have to make some new superhero characters that are not straight white males.
Comic books have been doing this for decades. Some of these characters are now being brought into the cinematic universes, such as Falcon, who was the first African-American superhero in mainstream comics when he was created in 1969. We’ve also seen Warpath, Blink, Bishop, and Sunspot, with varying ethnic backgrounds, appear in X-men: Days of Future Past, and Skye/Daisy, who is arguably the main character of Agents of SHIELD, is a mixed-race woman. Cyborg, another African-American, will be included in the Justice League movies, despite never having been considered a founding member of the League prior to the New 52.
Carol Danvers (formerly Ms. Marvel, now Captain Marvel) will be getting her own movie in a few years, the first of the MCU to feature a solo female superhero. Though she’s been around under various aliases since the late 70s, Carol has really been leading the way for female superheros recently with a new (fully-clothed) look and very popular comic series as Captain Marvel. We can see why Kamala Khan, the new Ms. Marvel, looks up to her.
But the truth is, no matter how many Captain Marvel movies they make, I don’t really believe that Captain Marvel will ever be as popular or well-known as Superman. I guess time will tell.
Door Number 3: A little bit of both
The strategy that DC and Marvel have both been using quite successfully lately combines these first two ideas: having a new character take up the mantle of a famous superhero. (It doesn’t seem too crazy considering the frequency with which comic book heroes get killed off.) Marvel’s new Avengers line-up includes Sam Wilson (Falcon) as Captain America, Jane Foster as Thor, Kamala Khan as Ms. Marvel, and Miles Morales as Spider-man. Kamala and Miles specifically have been a huge hit, being brand new characters featured in well-received solo series titles who are now being incorporated into Marvel’s headliner team.
Although Ms. Marvel is not a particularly well-known superhero persona in the general public, Kamala has received huge amounts of press for being a Pakistani-American Muslim girl who deals with typical teenage problems (like strict parents) as well as dealing with criminals and saving citizens of Jersey City. Her solo series has been selling very well. Having just read the first collected volume of Ms. Marvel, I liked the way Kamala’s religion was represented: it is an essential part of her life (she would be a slightly different person if she hadn’t been raised Muslim), but at the same time it is only one part of her character, and neither the plot nor her superpowers revolve around it.
Miles has even more visibility, as Spider-man is one of Marvel’s signature heroes and was ranked 3rd behind Batman and Superman on IGN’s Top 100 Comic Book Heros of All Time. In fact, many fans have suggested that Miles be the Spider-man of the MCU (because, do we really need a 3rd teenage Peter Parker rendition?), but the actors rumored to be in contention for the role look decidedly like young Peter Parker, so the powers-that-be at least feel that the general public is not ready for Miles as Spider-man.
In the DC universe, the Green Lantern Corps is a perfect opportunity to introduce various characters and still call them “Green Lantern,” including an African-American (John Stewart), a gay man (Alan Scott), and several women. I was very happy with the choice to use John Stewart as the Green Lantern of the DCAU Justice League cartoon (despite the fact that Kyle Rayner had already been introduced to the DCAU in Superman:TAS). Why they made the (terrible) Green Lantern feature film about Hal Jordan instead, I’ll never know, but I still hold out hope for John Stewart to be the Green Lantern of the new Justice League movies.
In conclusion, it’s clear that the only “right” way to increase diversity in comic book fiction is in a way that tells an interesting story with compelling characters. Character traits shouldn’t be simply boxes checked on a list; they should be used to tell a story that reflects the experiences of audience members. As both creators and consumers of fiction, we must think carefully about character diversity both on an individual level and as a whole. The answers are not simple, but we continue to work towards a goal of inclusiveness.
Here are a few more thoughtful discussions on this and related topics; feel free to add your own suggested links in the comments below: