Julia Barrett's World

I saw this bumper sticker today - well, a nicer version of this bumper sticker - but since this is my first attempt at using my paint program I figure you’ll be pretty forgiving!

The bumper sticker is right on, reading is sexy in the same way that a big, alpha, macho shirtless man is sexy holding a little baby against his bare chest is…

S.E.X.Y.

Of course hubby saw a bumper sticker today that said:

If you’re this close, my balls are in your face!

I like mine better!

Thanks to all of you who voted for Captured on Happily Ever After Reviews - Book of the Month Contest. If you haven’t voted, there’s still time…hint…hint… http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/p/best-book-contest_30.html

The contest is open until July 8th.

I haven’t yet decided which books to take on my trip to Montana. Leaving Friday. May have to take a couple re-reads since my new books haven’t arrived and I’m unlikely to have internet service. What would you take for your reading pleasure on a ten day vacation?

Ack! Beauty and the Feast is up for Book of the Month on Dark Diva Reviews! Do not pass go…vote! Congrats to my friend Mia Watts, whose book is also up!

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Captured is up for Book of the Month at Happily Ever After Reviews!

This is a first for me, so if you love me…you’ll head over there and vote for me!

http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/p/best-book-contest_30.html

Many many many thanks! julia

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I’m still reserving judgment on True Blood, Season Three.

Hubby has already announced that he’s done. This last episode turned him off the series.

Why is it that a series like True Blood often begins with an orgasmic first season and then the doldrums set in? Why? Maybe it was a good thing Firefly and the original Star Trek series were short lived.

A definition: The Doldrums: A part of the ocean near the equator, abounding in calms, squalls, and light, baffling winds, which sometimes prevent all progress for weeks; — so called by sailors; the state of boredom, malaise, apathy or lack of interest; a state of listlessness ennui, or tedium.

A definition: Ennui: Listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from lack of interest; boredom.

Well, that’s me right about now. Stuck in the doldrums. Never, in a million years, could I have imagined that Eric, a fictional character I fantasize about in a big way - sorry honey - would cause me to be in a state of ennui. Actually, I was kind of there last season with the never-ending, non-Eric related, Maryanne/Eggs/Tara/Sam quadrangle. OMG, I nearly smashed my television!

A few people are talking about it - there was a discussion over at fangswandsandfairydust just yesterday. http://fangswandsandfairydust.blogspot.com/

My no-count opinion? Too many secondary characters and too many secondary stories have shifted the focus away from the main characters and their challenges. As a viewer, I can only attend to and/or care about so much at one time. As it happens, I love Jessica and Hoyt - a story, and one character, who are not even in the Sookie Stackhouse series, but so far this season, they are mere window dressing, or in Jessica’s case, comic relief. I love Pam. She too is relegated to the occasional quip. Eric, a very sexy, conflicted, complex character, seems tame this season, ripping out a were’s jugular struck me as a bit ho-hum, especially watching Sookie’s lack of a reaction. Sookie? Right now, she’s bordering on TSTL and she’s lost her shine - the innocent heart that, in the books, changes only gradually. I miss the Sookie who loved nothing more than to lie in the sun in her bikini, scenting her skin with summer. Bill? He’s a bloody idiot. I find him less and less appealing as time goes on.

Okay, so here’s what I don’t want - characters and plot devices thrown at me in rapid fire succession. That’s how the once brilliant Weeds lost me. Here’s what I do want - quality over quantity. Characters and stories I can become emotionally invested in. Interactions I care about. Interludes of peace mixed with the violence of vamps, shifters and sex - not jack-hammer vampire sex - good sensual vampire sex. Said it!

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Meeting new people.

Have you been watching the World Cup? I have, along with Susi, The Geeky Bookworm, over in Berlin, Germany! We’ve watched together, screamed, hooted and hollered, and cheered over google chat. It’s been great! Well…except for the United States losing, that is. Susi and I agree that the vuvuzelas have to go.

Speaking of Germany, an author contacted me about my post on the true identity of Will Shakespeare entitled, The Dark Lady. Lev Raphael left me this erudite comment regarding the article I quoted:

“It’s a lovely fantasy, but Reform Judaism’s editors should have been more thorough and done some fact checking. Bassano Lanier was not a Jew, first of all. Her mother wasn’t, and there’s no proof whatsoever that her father was. As for the rest of the story, it’s a lovely fantasy constructed out of half-facts and suppositions and starts from a false premise: Shakespeare couldn’t have written the plays. This premise took root in the mid 1800s, more than two hundred years after Shakespeare died. That should give people pause.
Interested readers should check out James Shapiro’s “Contested Will,” Irvin Matus’s “Shakespeare in Fact,” and http://www.bibliobuffet.com/book-brunch-columns-322/1304-anyone-but-shakespeare-062010

Mr. Raphael is the author of My Germany. He’ll be speaking in Berlin this fall.

http://www.levraphael.com
Watch an excerpt of the book at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFhrajH-6AE

Yes, I’d like to think that Shakespeare was a woman - it’s a very romantic notion, ah well…

Thanks to the blog hop, I’ve met some great new book bloggers, like Steph at Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust. We’ve been discussing True Blood. http://fangswandsandfairydust.blogspot.com/

And today I was thrilled to find a new-to-me site, (it’s a long story), Kelly and Five Agents and a Funeral - a name I find hilarious! http://www.fiveagentsandafuneral.com/

News: Little by little, I’m doing better. I’m no longer crying all the time. I can’t wait to see the puppies, but that won’t be until we get back from ten days in Montana - leaving on Friday. Author Stacey Espino has had a great week with her new release, Saving Grace. I think she’s like, um, numero uno over at Siren. I’m sending many positive thoughts to my friends, authors Regina Carlysle and Paris Brandon who’ve faced some tough personal challenges lately. All right, going to bed, night.

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Jessica at her site, Read React Review, recently posted about the campy fun of reading ye olde bodice ripper.

She featured The Raider, by Jude Deveraux. Here is a quote from the book. Keep in mind, it’s taken out of context…He kissed her again. “You have a choice. We make love tonight on the soft cool sand or I rape you tonight on the sharp rocks.”

The Raider was released in 1987. I didn’t read romance back in ’87 - while I know many of you have been reading romance all your lives, I’m a relative new-comer to the genre. My history with romance goes back…maybe 5-6 years. The only actual semi-bodice ripper I’ve read is Sweet Savage Love, by Rosemary Rogers. Anyway, Jessica and I engaged in a bit of a discussion regarding the appeal of bodice rippers. I don’t generally find a story involving a forced seduction appealing, regardless of the quality of the writing - this isn’t a Politically Correct thing with me. Having experienced a sexual assault first hand, I venture to say there’s nothing seductive about force. Jessica, however, made a good point. She reminded me that in previous generations, a woman could not be sexually promiscuous, or even engage in premarital sex and still be considered a good girl. Ah…the slut factor! A bodice ripper gave a woman permission to express her sexuality in a socially acceptable way. In other words, the mind could still say no, it’s wrong, while the body said - Yess, give it to me baby! And that was okay because our heroine could remain virtuous and in the end our hero always did right by her. C’mon ladies and gents, fess up…is this our secret, deeply buried desire? Or was it at one time?

Here’s Jessica’s post: http://www.readreactreview.com/2010/06/16/review-the-raider-by-jude-deveraux-with-matching-figurines/ It’s well worth the read.

I’m including the definition of a bodice-ripper from the U.K. because, well, we all know the U.K. is the setting for most bodice rippers - either there or the American West. “These books owe much in style to the work of English romantic novelists like Jane Austen and Emily Bronte. Nevertheless, the term itself is American. The first reference in print is from The New York Times, December 1980:

“Women too have their pornography: Harlequin romances, novels of ‘sweet savagery,’ - bodice-rippers.”

“It soon caught on and appears numerous times in the US press from that date onward. Here’s an early example, in a story about [then] emerging novelist, Danielle Steel, from the Syracuse Herald Journal, New York, 1983: “I think of romance novels as kind of bodice rippers, Steel says.”

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/bodice-ripper.html

I’ve found a couple of book bloggers who have unique and entertaining takes on the subject. From Alive and Knitting: ” Once upon a time, historical romance as we now know it did not exist as a genre. The only romances were the sweet little contemporary Mills & Boon romances that came out every month. Then, Kathleen Woodiwiss wrote a book called THE FLAME AND THE FLOWER which sold like crazy. We would now call this an historical romance – it was set in England and colonial America, featured a heroine who came into her own over the course of the book and a strong hero, had lots of historical detail (especially social history), lush prose and explicit sex. (Many thought the sex in this book was too explicit – the first intimate act between the hero and heroine is not consensual.) This book sold and sold and sold, effectively launching a genre. There was a lot of trial and error in the subsequent years, as editors and publishers weren’t entirely sure what element of this book (and other books by Woodiwiss) was so resonant for readers, but Woodiwiss always sold well.” See the link below:

http://www.delacroix.net/wordpress/?p=744

Then head over to check out all three posts about Bodice Rippers from No Book Left Behind: “Those of you who know me know that romance novels are my not-so-secret shame; there’s no amount of college-educated veneer that can cover up my craving for far-flung adventures, flowery purple prose, and aesthetically pleasing protagonists who find themselves falling in love in the most improbable ways.

“And, as I have mentioned on my blog before, I am excruciatingly picky about which bodice rippers I get to buy. None of your $4 Harlequin romances for me - give me the $6-$8 paperbacks with the shimmery gauze and flowers on the front cover (which often conveniently hides the potentially embarrassing Regency-era bodice-ripping tableau underneath), or your contemporary romances with cartoon women in fancy heels and silky scarves! Give me something that has the words “New York Times Bestselling Author” on them, and you’ll know I’m a sucker from the get-go.”

http://nobookleftbehind.blogspot.com/search/label/bodice%20ripping%20cliches

I would love to hear your opinions on the subject. Do you find stories involving forced seduction entertaining? No judgment here…be honest. If so, why? If not, why not? Do you like just a taste of coercion, such as the story of a forced marriage where the two parties end up falling in love? I’d love to hear what books you’d recommend.

I’ll let you in on a secret and this is so not politically correct - I love the movie Three Days of the Condor, starring Robert Redford and Faye Dunaway. I cannot deny that the movie contains a forced seduction. I love the scene but still I cringe a little when I watch it. Robert Redford plays a good guy who is forced by circumstances to do things he wouldn’t otherwise do. Faye Dunaway is pulled into his world - forcibly, including…well…watch it for yourself!

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Morning Glow has won the tote!

Congrats!

Thanks so much for your wonderful comments - wish I had more to give away!

julia

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Take a look at what I received today!!! My own SASE containing a 3″x8″ piece of paper!

Read it and weep, sucka!

“Our submission policy has changed.

Blankity-blank-blank Publishing is no longer reviewing unsolicited manuscripts. Previously we have endeavored to look

at everything that arrived. This is no longer practical due to the extent of our already planned releases and the challenges

of keeping up with the volume of submissions in a timely manner that respects the authors needs.

Please check back at blankity-blank-blank.com for changes in our submission guidelines.”

(and on the back of the small sheet of paper)

“Thank you. No. Sorry it took so long. Good Luck!”

I submitted the above rejected manuscript back on September 4th, 2007!!! Bwaaahaaaaa! 2007! Sorry it took so long? Really? Well…guess blankity-blank-blank Publishing is more considerate than all those pubs and agents who didn’t bother to return the SASE at all. But three years? It’s gotta be a record.

In other news, I’ll spare you my next literary passage about love and loss, but you can read it tomorrow…promise.

Oh, and that World Cup game was exhausting! Now that the U.S. is out, I’m forced to either cheer for Germany - on behalf of my friend Susi - The Geeky Bookworm - or for Uruguay cuz the guys are cute and their play is dynamite, or maybe Mexico because I can get a real cool jersey from my neighbor. My daughter is cheering for Ghana because they beat us and she figures you should hope the team that knocks you out of the competition knocks out everyone else.

I’m taking my first tentative steps back to normalcy. I’ve managed to pull up four…count ‘em…four WIPs and I’m studying them. I actually did a bit of editing on number four.

Inception, the new Leo DiCaprio movie, is based upon the fantasy book, The Dream Master, by Roger Zelazny. Seems like the movie might be a bit of a cross between The Matrix and Total Recall. I might be interested…haven’t seen a movie in quite a while.

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Last night, my husband and I went to meet a couple of German shepherds -

a dad and a poor mom about to burst. She gave birth to nine puppies this morning.

We intend to put down a deposit on a puppy, hoping that one will turn out to be a plush coat, like Louie. Talk about six degrees of separation. The mom is the spitting image of Louie’s mom, who I first met when she was in the same stage of her pregnancy with Louie’s litter - and come to find out this guy, this owner, bred Louie’s grandmother and sold her to the people who sold us Louie. Thus, Louie’s mother was his puppy’s daughter. Small world! Just like Louie, both these dogs possess an amazing temperament, intelligence and awareness. They each have a sweet and gentle disposition that belies their intimidating size and strength. I can’t wait to see the puppies - gotta wait three weeks - I hope there’s a plush coat among the nine because that’s what we really want - yes, I know, we can’t replace our perfect dog, but we still want that great coat. So I feel guilty and hopeful at the same time. My husband keeps reminding me that I can’t stay mired in this awful grief and besides, maybe Louie turned around and came right back into this litter! Think positive! I do believe in reincarnation.

To celebrate, or to remember, or both, here’s one of my favorite literary passages about love and loss. Makes me cry every single time I read it. Count your blessings, you’ll have to suffer through a longer one tomorrow!

‘Many times Blackthorne had looked over his shoulder expecting her there, but she was never there and never would be and this did not disturb him. She was with him forever, and he knew he would love her in the good times and in the tragic times, even in the winter of his life. She was always on the edge of his dreams. And now those dreams were good, very good, and intermixed with her were drawings and plans and the carving of the figurehead and sails and how to set the keel and how to build the ship and then, such joy, the final shape of The Lady under full sail, bellied by a sharp sou’wester, racing up the Channel, the bit between her teeth, halyards shrieking, spars stretched on a larboard tack and then, ‘All sails ho! Tops’ls, mainsails, royals, and top topgallants!’ easing out the ropes, giving her every inch, the cannonade of the sails reaching on the other tack and ‘Steady as she goes!’ every particle of canvas answering his cry, and then at long last, full-bodied, a lady of inestimable beauty turning hard aport near Beachy Head for London…’

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Author Mia Watts is my friend and she’s written a post that felt like a kick in the gut.

Oh…she wrote about both the good and the bad in her post, Mood Swings and Reviews. Everything she said resonated with me as I’m stuck in a big fat down period in my life, both as a writer and in general. I’m quoting her:

“You want a look into the writer’s psyche? Here’s your look. We’re mostly solitary people because we hunker behind a computer and pour our hearts into our work. We believe in our characters. We believe in their struggles. We believe they will end up happy, because our faith in those characters is more real than fiction. We hurt for them when they don’t understand their lovers. We laugh when we’re typing a line that came out of nowhere and surprised us with its humor. You have to understand, we aren’t crazy… we just feel and know those characters so well, they are almost real to us. Yes, we know the difference between actual real people and fictitious people. But we created these guys and we care about their stories.

So, when we hear bad things it’s like a knife.”

Her site is well worth the visit and you can read the post for yourself: http://miawatts.blogspot.com/

In other news…you can still be in the running for the tote! Cats not included! And here’s a shot of my new tattoo - not the greatest view but it was hard to hold the camera and push the button with my left hand (yes, those are my jeans and white tee shirt on the floor - just getting into the shower):

I miss my boy…

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This is what I call a tote!

Tote it to the beach - it’s big enough to hold a bathing suit, a beach towel, flip-flops, wallet, car keys, three or four bottles of water, sandwiches…or take it to the local super market and bring home a tote full of groceries. Hey, use it as a carry-on bag - I guarantee this tote will get you some looks!

Hey…I’m right there in the middle, see? The cover for My Everything is right there, along with covers by many authors you know - on both sides! The tote is from cover model, Jimmy Thomas. He gave a few of these priceless gifts away at RT. You know you want one. Even my cat, Yoshi, is hot for this tote!

Here’s all you have to do…comment! Even better, sign up for my newsletter! Tell me about your favorite books, (no, they don’t have to be mine!), what genre you like and why, what authors you visit. Do you like to read a quickie over lunch or do you like a book to cuddle up with at night? I’d love to know. I’ll announce the winner on Sunday so stay tuned because I’m going to need your email addy.

Ooh, Yoshi’s brother, Rico, got into the act! He wants one too!

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The United States Moves On!

Number one in their group!

Yaaaaaaaaay!

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Like most days, today…or yesterday…was a mix of good and bad. I had fun over at author Stacey Espino’s place and I was humbled by Katalina Leon’s praise for Captured - still want to hear that para sailing story again. A close cousin who lives in the Midwest showed up for one night and we laughed into the wee hours of the morning, just like when we were kids - and I was feeling pretty okay today. Then the vet’s office called and said they had Louie’s ashes for me to pick up and I lost it all over again. I’m still not dealing with my grief very well.

Yeah, got the tattoo on my right wrist - LOUIE - in very cool letters and I’ll post a pic up here soon. Chopped off my long hair today. Just didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I planned to go chin length, but Deanna, my stylist, accidentally whacked off a big chunk with the razor so I said, shit…just cut it off. My hair is now about, oh, I don’t know, maybe an inch and a half long. It’s okay, no biggie. I can just style it with my fingers and I’m done. I canceled a coffee date with my plastic surgery addicted friend because I just couldn’t face her critical eye…you know - wow, you look tired…or you trying to lose weight?…or…you cut your hair??? Or…my doctor could do something with those bags under your eyes…or the old…you need to detox…maybe a colonic.

Never!

So my cousin and I were reminiscing about the time we all, by we all I mean my cousin, her friend, Murray, my two sisters and I rafted down the Colorado River and deliberately jumped into a class III rapids sans raft. We hiked upriver with our guide and he said, “Okay now, climb out to the edge of this big rock and jump in. Swim to to middle of the current as fast as you can and point your feet downriver so if you hit an underwater rock or snag, your feet will hit it instead of your head. When you reach flat water, swim like hell to the right side. Somebody will pull you out. Oh, and remember to breathe between waves.”

My loony sister, of course, only heard, “Okay now…” before she leaped off the rock and disappeared into the churning white water. My other sister and I jumped in together, swam as hard as we could to the middle of the river and then tried to survive for the next four or five harrowing, adrenaline filled, ice water minutes, both terrified and exhilarated. We reached flat water and managed to make it to a rock near the shore, where we clung, along with Murray, for dear life, exhausted and unable to pull ourselves to safety. My cousin floated by and in a weak voice, cried…”Help me…” She vanished around the bend. My other sister was no where to be seen. The second rafting guide headed downriver to pick up my cousin. My loony sister, of course, nearly drowned before they found her. Those were the days! Really, sounds bad I know, but it wasn’t. The experience was great, one of the highlights of my life. That’s the nice thing about families, shared adventures. One day my kids will get together and talk about all the crazy insane wonderful things that happened on our camping trips, our backpacking trips, our nutty ski trips.

It’s kind of the way I feel right now…holding on for dear life, exhausted, but eventually I’ll have amazing memories to look back on.

So…stepping forward…I’m entering two of my new paranormal works in a contest. Wish me luck!

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I asked my friend, Katalina Leon, to write a guest blog.

I was hoping she’d describe in detail the loss of her bathing suit bottom while para sailing but…no such luck! She surprised me by sending this blog about my book, Captured.

I just finished reading a very usual and wonderful book “Captured” by Julia Rachel Barrett. Julia is not only a blog-mate of mine and a friend is she is also a hardcore Science Fiction fan and that’s makes her a bit unique in a field of romance authors who often look elsewhere for inspiration. I’m a big Sci-fi fan also. Julia and I have a lot of common ground, and shared influences in our lives and that’s why I was so excited to read “Captured” her first of what I’m convinced will be many wonderful Sci-fi novels.

I loved “Captured” because it works on so many levels. Make no mistake about it this book is a very tender romance with a strong sexual attraction and lots of emotional interaction between the human woman Mari and her Attun-ra captor and ultimately her savior—Ekkatt. Both characters are vividly written and we easily understand how they come to feel what they feel for each other.

What’s exceptional is Ms. Barrett’s clever balancing act. All the classic elements of great Sci-fi are here, world-building, controversy, social commentary, visionary elements of a changed society and most of all a working philosophy. After all Science Fiction’s great strength is that it allows us to step outside our culture—even our humanness in order to get a clearer view of it. That definitely happens in Captured. I had lots to think about long after the book was finished and that’s what good Sci-fi does. Captured beautifully deals with a dozen very difficult and certainly controversial social issues and handles the subjects maturely. This same plot, which prophetically appeared to Julia in its completion during a dream last summer, could have gone terribly astray in the wrong hands but it didn’t here. This book works as a romance, it’s erotic and it fulfills its mission as complex entertainment that has many layers to discover and ponder long after you’re done reading it.

I’m happy to announce Julia Rachel Barrett has lots more Sci-fi on the way with the “Daughters of Persephone” series, which is coming next month. I’m really looking forward to reading more.

XXOO Katalina Leon

Katalina Leon is the author of Owned by Rome and Beautiful Stranger. You can find her here: http://www.katalinaleon.com/ She’s amazing!

I have to give a shout out to author Stacey Espino who surprised me with an interview yesterday - I’m over at her site talking about science fiction and my upcoming release, Daughters of Persephone: http://staceyespino.blogspot.com/

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Yesterday I blogged over at Lindsay’s Romantics about Shakespeare.

http://lindsaysromantics.blogspot.com/2010/06/william-shakespeare-or-amelia-bassano.html

Who was he? Was the bard even a he? New research by John Hudson indicates that Shakespeare may have been a woman, and not just any woman, a Jewish woman from a family of Conversos - Jews forcibly converted to Christianity. Her name was Amelia Bassano Lanier and I find her life story compelling, even more so if, as a woman, as a Jewish woman living in Tudor England, she was actually the voice behind tragedies, comedies and histories that are still performed today.

While visiting my parents last week, my mother handed me an article discussing Amelia Bassano Lanier and the possibility that she was the real William Shakespeare.

http://reformjudaismmag.org/Articles/index.cfm?id=1584

The proponent of this theory is John Hudson, a researcher out of Birmingham, England, and the director of Organizational Practice. I could not believe my eyes when I read Mr. Hudson’s comment on my blog! He dropped by! He left some additional information and if I knew how to upload a video, I would. Here’s a little taste and a link to his website, The Dark Lady Players, a tribute to Amelia Bassano Lanier, perhaps Shakespeare’s enigmatic dark lady.

john hudson on shakespeare

http://www.darkladyplayers.com/theater.htm

***Speaking of the dark, last night’s episode of True Blood, while a bit random, was better than the week before. After last week’s Season Three opener, I wasn’t quite sure I would continue to watch. IMO there are too many story lines at once, but some of them have definitely piqued my interest. I’d prefer more focus on fewer characters, but then I can’t imagine getting rid of anyone right now. Although…I think if I hear Tara cry out Eggs once more I might join Arlene in the bathroom for a puke session.

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How do I count the ways?

Firefly was a short-lived futuristic science fiction series created by Joss Whedon, of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame. The series was brilliant in its simplicity - after a galactic war and the end of the revolt against what was basically Big Brother ala 1984 - people just try to get by the best they can. Serenity, the ship captained by Malcolm Reynolds and his first mate and former companion in arms, Zoe, exists in-between, her crew taking jobs where they find them, legality be damned. I love the show because while there is intergalactic travel and advanced technology on the inner planets, people on the outer settlements live a very primitive life, something like a cross between the wild, wild west and Amish country.

So…what else do I love?

The people - the repartee between characters - the trust between cynical Malcolm and competent, loyal Zoe - the self-absorbed survivor that is Jayne (you know he’ll stand behind you when push comes to shove) - the sweet innocence of Kaylee - the single-minded protectiveness of Simon Tam - the brilliant insanity that is River Tam - the tender heart that is Wash (I still can’t believe they killed Wash!!!) - the secretive Shepherd Book - the intelligent, resourceful courtesan, Inara.

I love the fact that there are no alien creatures - it’s humans who populate the galaxy, scratching out a marginal existence, scattered to the margins of the empire, the new frontiers. It’s humans who are both hero and enemy.

I love the fact that two languages from earth-that-was survive five hundred years into the future, English and Chinese, and people speak a blend of the two.

I love Jayne.

I love that the Reivers terrify me to the bone. Just the word, let alone the sight of one of their horrible ships, sends chills down my spine.

I love that I have the DVD collection so I can watch Firefly to my heart’s content!

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