So I was going to wait until the end of June to do a half year ranking. But Oh My Girl decided to just win 2016 this week. Before we get to that…
Well, Lovelyz have made their comeback, and GFriend pulled some Beyonce stepping on Amerie, Kelly, and Tinashe ish by releasing some song for American Tourister, a luggage brand that’s supposedly “high end” (I don’t see it). God, I love pop music.
Oh My Girl reclaims their princess crown with ‘Liar Liar’.
On the Huffington Post, Michael Conniff articulates something I have thought about for years. His article on Stephen King examines how King emphasizes storytelling over style in his execution of narratives even though his writing advice advocates for style as the magic of story.
This is the general attitude of genre writing. The assumption I have seen among the general genre community of writers is that “story” and “style” can be divorced. However, when words (and hence their styling) are the medium of the storytelling, then how is this possible? I often hear, “I am not a writer; I am a storyteller,” “Writing pretty sentences is easy; writing a plot is tough.” I’ve heard those giving writing advice insult literary fiction on the grounds of the genre being plotless and more concerned with style than substance. However, one most be careful not to confuse plot with narrative. A narrative can be the plot, but the narrative can also be the character. That is usually how genre and literary works differ. For literary fiction, the story is the character, and sometimes the plot is diffused for deeper exploration of this principle.
First, I would argue that “good writing” depends on what you are penning. A lyrical examination of human grief does not necessitate the same style as a car chase. A contemporary novel centered around two fifteen-year-olds falling in love will not employ the same language as the story of a fifty-year-old woman coming to terms with her husband’s death. Lyrical writing is often the stereotype of “pretty writing,” but it’s a tool. There is a time to employ it, and a time not to. It can be expressive in one story but antiquated in another.
A woman in white walks the streets. She dies in a flurry of roses, and a new dark mystery begins.
When the Heir of Tover invites her to duel, Juliette Harbinger has her chance to end his scheming existence. Unfortunately, the slippery and charismatic socialite always seems ten steps ahead. The only clue Juliette can decipher is the perpetual appearance of black roses, but she cannot reveal she understands their importance. A game of murder and politics reignite legends of a dark power long thought dead. Some skeletons will not stay buried.
A passion blazes. A secret history conjures a dark power. Who will burn in the inferno?
Hunted and alone, Rosalee Amador encounters a celestial being. His aura of radiant light and peace offers her salvation. An act of sublime ecstasy swallows her, and she awakens to tragedy and horror.
Juliette Harbinger investigates the mysterious events that transformed Rosalee’s life. She uncovers dark truths from the young woman’s past. But who is the mastermind behind this suspenseful plot? Is Rosalee’s angel a sacred hero or something more evil? Her life depends on the answers Juliette brings to light.
A family’s secrets twist love and murder. Hearts are torn, and more blood will pour.
Juliette Harbinger returns home after four years of magical training. She is reunited with her estranged father and prepares for a life of small town monotony. However, a corpse is discovered, forcing her to question the man who provided for her.