Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The Word Gang by Mark McKenna

Genre: Young Adult/Fiction

Review: Kalisha's parents were just divorced and she cut class the entire school year as she dealt with the home issues. Her parents didn't know. Now it's a new year and she has recommitted to school. On her first day she is distracted by an old man, Mr. Spinoza, in her apartment building and decides to help him get the groceries into his apartment causing her to miss her bus. She's late for school and learns she has been placed in a program called "Project Restart" run by Mr. Ralston. Unfortunately for the students in Project Restart, Mr. Ralston cares more about the program than the kids in the program and makes school miserable for the students.


Mr. Spinoza offers to tutor her in exchange for her cleaning his apartment. They quickly become good friends as Kalisha discovers a love of language and accepts a gift of a dictionary from Mr. Spinoza. She begins using large words in her class and discovers her teacher doesn't know the definitions. She has a defense and convinces her friends, BD and Sahmbaht to learn the large words with her as they try to destroy Project Restart.
This was such a great coming of age story as Kalisha learns from Mr. Spinoza what words she should truly value in life and which ones are really just superfluous. The author also wrote a Teachers' Supplement to the book. It has guides for discussions and writing assignments. The author does jump around a bit on whose perspective the reader is getting which is sometimes confusing. It is written in third person but occasionally there are paragraphs of first person in there. These parts did confuse me a bit but I finally got the hang of it and the story was so awesome that I didn't worry about it too much. There is mild language. You can learn more about the book at thewordgang.com

Author: I could never rewrite this as well as he does so I'm just going to link you to it and then copy and paste it here. :) Click here to read it from Mark McKenna's site.


How I Wrote


. . . The Word Gang.
They say writers are dreamers. In my case, that’s literally true.
I woke up one morning with the basic plot of The Word Gang stuck in my head. As the weeks passed I kept thinking about the story. It’s fair to say I became mildly obsessed. New characters appeared, new plot twists. There was only one problem.
I wasn’t a writer.
Inspired, slightly mad, I came up with a plan — I’d get my friend Steve Strauss to write it, or at least, co-write it with me. Steve was a writer. He’d published a book on billboard advertising with the wonderful title: Moving Images. I’d tell Steve the story and he’d be so taken with it he’d fight to get on board.
So on a beautiful California evening I invited him to take a stroll around Mill Valley. During our walk, as we dodged skateboarders and millionaires, I laid out the whole plot. My plan worked. He loved it. I swooped in for the close — and said something that still makes me cringe.
“Do you want to write it, Steve? We can split the money!”
(That sound you hear? It’s writers everywhere laughing.)
Steve’s answer was typical of him, wise and kind. “Mark, you have to do that for yourself!” Then he said something I’ve never forgotten. “To write a book you only need two things: a voice and a story to tell.”
Well, I already “had” the story. How hard could the voice be?
(Six major re-writes over about 17 years.)
After being inspired by Steve I did . . . nothing. For at least a year. The “I’m-not-a-writer” mindset put a wall between me and any chance of starting. No wonder they say you shouldn’t hold to fixed views.
The next step involved another friend, Paul Sawyer. Paul was a computer genius, having founded SlideTek, one of the early successful Internet companies. Paul had an office full of old Macs, some even with the incredibly fast FX motherboard. Wow!
In addition to being a caregiver, I was also working as a photographer. Paul offered to give me a key to the office so I could learn Photoshop I. He claimed that digital photography was going to be the next big thing. After playing with the software I told him, “This is just a gimmick. It’ll never replace film.”
But the SlideTek office provided my introduction to computers. The little screen was magical. It was like a color TV, only better. I could control it — or at least I’d be able to, once I figured out a few things. I remember spending hours in the Apple Menu opening and closing the little icons.
What’s that one do again?
Now, after brushes with .php and .css and tricky software galore, the simplicity of those early days amazes me. But back then I was in a transcendent state of beginner’s mind. The little Apple menu was like a magical doorway into a brave, new, mysterious world.
At some point during my explorations I clicked an icon and a blank page appeared. It was like an apotheosis of “The Page,” glowing with a strange light.
And it was empty.
That’s when I started to write The Word Gang. My reasoning was simple: I may not be a writer, but I’ve spent my whole life reading. I’ve seen tens of thousands of pages so I must have internalized what a page should look like. It will simply be a matter of deleting the elements that don’t belong . . .
Whoops!
It was a nutty plan. All the pages I’d seen didn’t help at all — even simple quotations were a mystery. Comma, quote? Quote, comma? Don’t ask me. This was the beginning of a long apprenticeship, but I had two things going for me — a great story and the stubbornness of a mule.
All the things that happen to writers happened to me. Once Laura Torbet, a friend and professional writer, said, “You have to cut a hundred pages out of this.” So I did.
Another time Michael Neff, who offers writing workshops, said, “No! No! Nooooooo! You can’t start a book with the characters waking up! It’s the most boring thing in the world!” (Neff uses a lot of !!!!!! when he talks.)
So I discarded my opening pages, pages I’d changed probably a thousand times over the years. Not an exaggeration.
All writers go through this, or something like it. To be clear. Or witty. Or handle tricky plots. It just takes time.
Although the Slide-Tek office marked the official beginning of my fiction career, in a way it began when I was only five or six years old. Like most children I was often asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I would usually answer, “I-wanna-be-a-witer.” Of course, I didn’t know what a writer was. It’s just that the adults would usually say, “Awwww!” and as a young manipulator, I felt I was on to something.
Now, many years later, I find I have become a writer.
“Awwww.”
Looking back on it, I realize I spent many years in preparation. First I had to drop out of college, become a hippie, hitchhike around the country; become a hermit and practice piano eight hours a day (living on top of a mountain with no running water and a wood stove for heat); work every job where you can be called “Boy!”; paint things, build things, become a photographer, become a caregiver and spend years taking care of some very wonderful elderly and disabled people, sit with them while they were dying; write a slim volume of poetry — and finally start writing The Word Gang because I got the story stuck in my head and couldn’t not write it.
I write about things I love, things that scare me, or things I’ve spent years puzzling over — laughter, odd glances, the East River, bright smells of spring, sooty overpasses with mysterious graffiti, a yard filled with trees that only exists in memory.
My characters do surprising things, but I have faith in them. I trust my unconscious, keep one foot on the gas and a light hand on the wheel. I guess you could say The Word Gang was my first big road trip. So watch out for the occasional french fry stuck on the seat and enjoy the ride!
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The Word Gang





Rating: **** Four Stars


This was a complimentary copy in exchange for my honest review.

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