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Summary
In 1977, theNew York TimesTrade Paperback Bestseller list--back then the exclusive province of self-help guides, cartoon collections, and any number of cat books--played host to its very first work of fiction:The Sword of Shannara, an epic quest through a mythical land, by first-time author Terry Brooks. NineteenNew York Timesbestselling novels later, it would be easy enough to just say: ". . . and the rest is history." But when it comes to quests, everyone knows that getting there is half the fun. Now, Terry Brooks tells the story of how he got there--from beginner to bestselling author--and shares his secrets for creating unusual, memorable fiction. Writing is writing, whether one's setting is a magical universe or a suburban backyard. Spanning topics from the importance of daydreaming to the necessity of writing an outline, from the fine art ofshowinginstead of merelytellingto creating believable characters who make readers care what happens to them, Brooks draws upon his own experiences, hard lessons learned, and delightful discoveries made in creating the beloved Shannara and Magic Kingdom of Landover series, The Word and The Void trilogy, and the bestsellingStar WarsnovelThe Phantom Menace. In addition to being a writing guide,Sometimes the Magic Worksis Terry Brooks's self-portrait of the artist. Here are sketches of his midwestern boyhood, when comic books, radio serials, and a vivid imagination launched a life long passion for weaving tales of wonder; recollections of the fateful collaboration with legendary editor Lester del Rey that changed not only the author's life but the course of publishing history; and an eye-opening look at the ups and downs of dealing with Hollywood, as a writer of official novels based on major movies by both Steven Spielberg and George Lucas. "If you don't think there is magic in writing, you probably won't write anything magical," says Terry Brooks. This book offers a rare and wonderful opportunity to peer into the mind of (and learn a trick or two from) one of fantasy fiction's preeminent magicians.
Author Notes
Terry Brooks was born in Sterling, Illinois on January 8, 1944. He received a bachelor's degree in English literature from Hamilton College and a graduate degree from the School of Law at Washington and Lee University. Before becoming a full-time writer, he was a practicing attorney for many years. His first book The Sword of Shannara (1977) was the first work of fiction to appear on the New York Times Trade Paperback Bestseller List. He made the list again with his title The High Druid'd Blade: The Defenders of Shannara. His other works include the Word and Void trilogy, The Heritage of Shannara series, Magic Kingdom of Landover series, The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara series, High Druid of Shannara series, Genesis of Shannara series, and the novelization to Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
"If you don't think there is magic in writing, you probably won't write anything magical," Brooks asserts in this succinct and warmhearted autobiographical meditation on the writing life. He views his success as a miracle and credits editor Lester del Rey ("What he had given me was the kind of education young writers can only dream about") for his discovery and Tolkien for the inspiration that drove him to choose fantasy adventure as his medium. Brooks, who practiced law before becoming a full-time author, stills finds himself amazed that his The Sword of Shannara "sold in record numbers and changed the face of publishing," becoming the first fiction title to land on the New York Times trade paperback bestseller list. He still marvels that del Rey chose his first novel to prove that post-Tolkien epic fantasy could sell in vast numbers and that it launched a new generation of fantasy authors. Brooks often refers to his old mentor's sage advice ("Thinking about a book before you wrote it was as important as the writing itself") and promotes outlines ("You can either do the hard work up front or do it at the end"). He also discusses the disappointments encountered in a 30-plus-year career that has seen struggles with a novelization (Hook) and less than stellar sales for some works not connected to the Shannara empire; yet he keeps a positive attitude about the writer's never-ending quest, which requires "determination, instinct, and passion." (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
This semi-autobiographical volume by the creator of the Shannara fantasy saga is more a collection of essays than a connected narrative, and some essays are more worth reading than others. The two parts of "Maud Manx" recapitulate conventional wisdom only rather wittily, and Brooks glances at his Magic Kingdom books in a manner that readers who think them his best stuff may feel is somewhat cursory. On the other hand, the movie tie-ins "Hook," a horror story about a comedy, and "The Phantom Menace," which connects with the new Star Wars triptych quite agreeably, add considerably to several bodies of knowledge besides that concerned with Brooks' career. "The World according to Hunter," another two-parter, is a sentimental but informative tribute to a child's sense of wonder (Hunter is Brooks' grandson). Elsewhere, he discusses Tolkien's influence on his work and paints memorable portraits of the late publishers Lester and Judy Lynn Del Rey. Brooks' big name among fantasy fans ensures widespread library-patron interest. --Roland Green
Library Journal Review
Brooks tells us everything he has learned about writing after giving up lawyering to write sf hits like The Sword of Shannara. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
I Am Not All Here IT'S TRUE. I'm not all here. One of my earliest memories is of sitting in church with Grandmother Gleason, my mother's mother, and her sister, my aunt Blanche, and listening to them discuss a woman several pews ahead of us. They did this frequently when I was with them, and they always did so in a stage whisper that could be heard by anyone within a dozen feet. The conversation went something like this: "Blanche, isn't that Mildred Evans?" "No! Where?" "Sitting just ahead of us by Harold Peterson. Look at that hat she's wearing. Have you ever seen such a hat?" "Are those birds pinned to it? They look like birds." "I think they're finches." "I don't think that's Mildred Walker. I think she's dead." "Mildred Evans!" "No, you're thinking of Myrtle Evans. Besides, I think she's dead, too. She wasn't all here, you know. Everybody said so." By then I had sunk as far as I could into the pew, staring down at my bible and wishing I wasn't all there, either. Perhaps somewhere along the way, my wish was granted. I don't like to examine this condition too closely, but I know that it is likely that right at this very moment one of my relatives or friends is remarking on it. When I was married, they warned my wife about it. He's not all here, they would say, leaning close, imparting this information with sad, knowing smiles. Judine thought they were kidding, but that was before she discovered that I only hear maybe half of what she says to me. Her favorite example of my inattention--and there are many--involves reading something to me from the newspaper about which she thinks I ought to know. I listen and nod. I might even respond. Then five minutes later, when the paper is in my hands, I will read the same item back to her as if I was just discovering it. Which I am. This happens all the time. These days, she just shakes her head helplessly. My children think it is a big joke. They know me well enough by now not to be surprised when it happens. Dad's gone away again, they say to each other with a snicker. Joe Space Cadet. Sometimes they suggest I should get my hearing checked, that maybe the problem is I just don't hear what they have to say. I tell them I don't want to hear what they have to say because it usually involves giving them money. But these days, as the big six-oh approaches, I suppose I ought to give the poor-hearing argument a little more consideration. Actually, my family and friends like me well enough, but they think I am weird. Or at least peculiar. I can't blame them. I should have grown up a long time ago, and yet here I am, writing about elves and magic. I should have a real job by now. I did have a real job, once upon a time. I was a lawyer for seventeen years, but I quit when I felt comfortable enough with my writing career to think I could make a living at it. Readers used to ask me at autographing events if it wasn't hard making the transition from practicing law to writing fantasy. I told them there was hardly any difference at all. That always got a laugh. They knew what I meant. So what am I talking about when I say I am not all here? I mean that if you are a writer, you really can't be. Writers are not all here, because a part of them is always "over there"--"over there" being whatever world they are writing about at present. Writers live in two worlds--the real world of friends and family and the imaginary world of their writing. If you were to measure the difference in time spent between the two, I suspect you would find it quite small. Nor is this distinction of real and imaginary meant to suggest that for a writer one is more compelling than the other. It isn't. Each is compelling in its own way and each makes its demands on a writer's time. But a writer can't ever leave either for very long--in the case of the real world, for obvious reasons, and in the case of the imaginary world, for reasons that require a brief digression in order to make sense of them. Let's take a momentary look at writers and their books. That writers live in their writing probably isn't news to you, but that they do so as much out of necessity as desire might be. I might argue that they do so because that is how writers are built: the writing compels and commands them as if they were little robots. They are not complete without it or happy when they aren't doing it. Writing is life; you've heard that one, haven't you? Writers need their writing; they need their imaginary worlds in order to find peace in, or make sense of, the real world. I am always dabbling in my current book, no matter the time or place, thinking about some aspect of the writing that I haven't quite gotten right or executed well enough. It doesn't command my entire attention, just enough of it that I seem constantly distracted. Various dilemmas and concerns steal me away. Sometimes it is a character that hasn't been fully developed. Sometimes it is a plot element that just doesn't fit quite the way it should. Sometimes it is something as mundane as a name that needs rethinking. Sometimes it is your basic insecurity attack; I just know that what I have written the day before is dreck and will have to be thrown out. Sometimes I am just thinking ahead to the next day's writing and beginning to put the images together in my mind. But it is always something, as the saying goes. There is never a moment when I am not involved in thinking about writing. I can't put it out of my mind entirely, even in the most trying of circumstances. You might as well ask me to stop breathing; thinking about my writing is as much a function of my life. So when my family and friends discover I am not listening to them or they catch me staring off into space, I can't do a thing about it, because that's just the way I am. It is the way all writers are, I suspect. The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can't tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in this business that she might not come back at all. Some of this has to do with writers being observers. We don't become involved so much as we watch and take notes. Much of what happens around us goes into a storage bin in our minds for future consideration and possible use in a book down the line. What we observe is as important to us in determining what we write as what we know. Frequently those annoying distractions we experience are just instances of recording our observations because we think they might suggest, on reflection, further writing possibilities. The writer Walter Mosley wrote a few years ago in an article that appeared in the New York Times that writing is gathering smoke--the smoke of dreams, of ideas, of the imagination. We collect that smoke and try to make something out of it. It doesn't happen all at once, but only over time and never on a determinable schedule. We visit our hazy treasure every day in order not to lose sight of it, not to let it evaporate from neglect. At some point in our tending and examination, something substantial will come alive. I think this is what writers are doing when that part of them that isn't here is over there. They are gathering smoke. They are thinking about their writing, trying to make something solid and recognizable out of the ether of their musings. Some would say that a writer's most important work is to chronicle the human condition. I think that it is more important that they explore its possibilities. We don't find answers so much in what we already know as in what we think might be. To do that, a writer has to be able to step outside the real world to the world of the imagination. By doing so, perspective is gained. Not being all here, when viewed in that light, finally begins to make sense. Excerpted from Sometimes the Magic Works: Lessons from a Writing Life by Terry Brooks All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.