Blood Relations, or: Can I Find an Agent That Promises to be Really Chill about Fucked-Up Shit?
Hey, Iâm Amanda! Iâm a California-based author and horror enthusiast. Iâve self-published in the past, including my novella Connection, but with my first full-length psychological thriller novel Blood Relations, Iâve decided to at least attempt to go the tradpub way.
Blood Relations begins when Finn Laird, a college student and the grandson of a wealthy Long Island advertising magnate, wakes up to a knife at his throat. The wielder is his cousin Laurent, who was blinded in his right eye by Finn when they were children. Seeking revenge, Laurent kidnaps Finn, takes him back to his house, and chains him to the bed. Finn battles between trying to escape and trying not to sympathize with his captor, who, after all, is a family member he has grievously wronged. The narrative moves between three timelinesâ the kidnapping, the last family reunion before the kidnapping, and the aftermath of the blinding when the boys were children. In all three timelines, Finn must reckon with the violence he has enacted as he fights for control over his circumstances.
Please note that Blood Relations contains the following triggers: incest, sexual assault, kidnapping, graphic violence, and bullying. If reading about any of those subjects will trigger you, please take care of yourself and give the book a pass. At the end of the day, itâs just a book, and your mental health matters more.
As you can imagine from the above triggers, the book is probably going to be a bit of a hard sell in terms of marketability. Since Iâve just started receiving my first few rejections, I thought Iâd make this blog to promote it, as well as chronicle whether or not this is truly unsellable. Worst comes to worst, Iâll selfpub, but I wanted to at least give the traditional way a shot.
If the book sounds like something you might like to read, or you just want to support writing about fucked up shit, give the blog a follow!
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My great uncle is Neil Postman, who wrote Amusing Ourselves to Death, a book that critiqued the prevalence of television as a means for conveying information versus providing entertainment, and now I really want to resurrect him and get his opinion on Tenna.
Me: So thereâs a character whoâs the personification of a television, right? And his raison dâetre is to entertain the main characters of the video gameâ thatâs kind of like an interactive television showâ so much so that they stay with him in his world and away from their real-life problems, like how you described television as a version of âsomaâ from Huxleyâs Brave New World. But he himself is just as affected by those real-life problems as the protagonist, and his flashy, attention-grabbing persona is really just a bid to be loved as he slowly becomes outdated, paralleling the main characterâs isolation in the aftermath of their parentsâ divorce. How does that affect your view that television is a means to advertise lifestyles rather than convey information?
Neil: Donald Trump is president?
Me: Oh, and heâs implied to have previously been in a romantic relationship with the personification of a spam emailâ gay marriage is legal now, by the wayâ which, while a newer technology than television, is also becoming obsolete, and is also centered around being attention grabbing and spreading misinformation. Does the inclusion of this relationship imply that genuine connection can be found through the spectacle of these media forms, or does the relationshipâs failure condemn both television and internet as vapid reflections of true connection?
Neil: The media gave Donald Trump enough free publicity that he became president?
my dad told me that your best piece of work is always going to be supremely embarrassing to you. so if youâre cringing and apologizing when someone is reading/viewing your piece, thatâs a fantastic sign
for those curious, itâs because your best writing is always going to be your most honest writing, and itâs incredibly embarrassing to be truly honest with strangers
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my dad told me that your best piece of work is always going to be supremely embarrassing to you. so if youâre cringing and apologizing when someone is reading/viewing your piece, thatâs a fantastic sign
my dad told me that your best piece of work is always going to be supremely embarrassing to you. so if youâre cringing and apologizing when someone is reading/viewing your piece, thatâs a fantastic sign
my follow up astro boy (2009) essay, âwhy the rrf kind of have a point and also are polyamorous.â really dig deep into the one-note robot communist joke.
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So I wrote a piece for the pride edition of a literary magazine that my former classmates now run, on how the animated movie Astro Boy (2009) is an under-appreciated queer coming of age that shows the very real danger of being kicked out by parents who are mad that you arenât the person that they made you to be, acknowledges that itâs traumatic, and presents an ending where those parents will risk themselves so that you can be who you want to be. Very fun, and I think I did a good job.
Problem is, I had the idea to write this way after the deadline ended. So I emailed one of the editors, and she was like, âokay, just get it to me in a couple days.â
So in my haste to bang this thing out, I named the document a really bullshit title, because I like to make myself laugh when Iâm under a deadline. I submitted it, and then later came up with a better title in an email.
Luckily, the editors think itâs as funny as I do, and theyâre letting me keep the title. Iâm also allowed to post a section of the essay, so if you want to read part of âalright motherfucker money where your mouth is on this astro boy thing,â itâs below:
I have a passion for flops. Specifically, kidsâ media flopsâ for two reasons. First, no matter how commercial, how overproduced it is, you can always find someone on the crew who actually had something they wanted to say with the story. Second, there will always be at least one kid that perfectly sees what that person wanted to say, and feels it resonate within them.
My all-time favorite movie as a kid was Astro Boy. Astro Boy, for those unaware, is a series that is hailed as the beginning of the manga and anime genres. Created by Osamu Tezuka during the Japanese cultural depression after World War 2, the series skyrocketed its way to international fame, and has been given several anime and manga adaptations which have, themselves, found individual fame. And in 2009, an American computer-animated movie adaptation was released, starring Freddie Highmore, Bill Nighy, Donald Sutherland, Nathan Lane, and Nicolas Motherfuckinâ Cage. It bombed miserably, putting the animation studio behind it out of business.
The plot to most Astro Boy adaptations is this: a brilliant scientist, Dr. Tenma, loses his son, Toby (or Tobio), in a tragic accident. Grief-stricken, he builds a robot that looks like his son to replace him. However, when the robot does not act like his son did, he rejects it, selling it to a robot circus run by shady ringmaster Hamegg. Eventually, the robot is rescued and adopted by Dr. Tenmaâs coworker, Dr. Elefun, and itâ or heâ begins fighting crime under the moniker âAstro Boy.â
The 2009 movie more-or-less follows those beats. Toby Tenma is a brilliant thirteen-year-old boy living in Metro Cityâ a floating city occupied by the ultra-wealthy to escape the polluted Surface. The city runs entirely on disposable sentient robots, whose parts are dumped with the rest of Metro Cityâs garbage down on the Surface once they begin to deteriorate. Tobyâs father, the stern Dr. Tenma, is the head of the cityâs Ministry of Science, too focused on developing robotic weapons to pay much attention to his son. At the order of the war-hungry leader President Stone, Tenma commandeers Dr. Elefunâs new discoveryâ polar opposite Red and Blue Cores which he believes have the capability to restore the decimated environmentâ to use in a robot called the Peacekeeper, as a weapon against the Surface. Desperate for his fatherâs attention, Toby sneaks into a military test of the Peacekeeper, which goes berserk once powered by the Red Core and attempts to destroy the indestructible glass separating it and the scientists, killing Toby in the process.
Overwhelmed by guilt, Tenma throws himself into recreating his son in a robotic body powered by the Blue Core, transferring his memories through DNA remnants and arming him with the most advanced weapons systems available, so he wonât lose him again. After he is reanimated, Tenma quits his job and throws himself into parenting the new Toby, only to be unnerved when Toby is rebellious, playful, and free-thinkingâ a far cry from the Toby that Tenma remembers. Even worse, Toby relates more to the householdâs robotic servant, Orrin, than to his own father. All of this causes Tenma to reject the robot as an imperfect copy of his perfect Toby and kick him out of his house, leaving him a target for President Stone, who wants the Blue Core that powers him to wage war on the Surface.
I could go on about this movie for twenty goddamn pages. I watched it for the first time when I was nine, so Iâve had a lot of time to think about it. For a box-office flopping studio killer that is hated by most Astro Boy franchise fans, it has way more to say about class, environmentalism, and identity than you would expect. I havenât even gotten to talk about the robot communists yet. But, because this is the pride month issue, and because the editors at Porn Star Martini are very kindly allowing me to impulsively rant here, I will calm down and focus in on identity.
This version of Astro Boy is a queer story, regardless of intention. Tobyâ or Astro, as he is called later in the movieâ is a child who is rejected by his father because the person that he really is does not align with the person that his father believes he has created him to be. Itâs not the fact that he has laser eyes, or flight, or plasma cannon arms that causes his father to ultimately reject himâ after all, that stuff was Tenmaâs choice. Instead, itâs his personality, his joys, his reservations. All of these traits, we see in the ârealâ Toby before his death. And we see the alive Toby repress them when he and his father speak over the phone, matching Tenmaâs detached attitude towards him. Only after the death does that detachment disappear, but its absence is unnerving to them both.
having AUs for your own writing is great because you catch yourself thinking things like, âwell, obviously we all know how things actually turned out in the real world, but what if we pretended for a minute?â
having AUs for your own writing is great because you catch yourself thinking things like, âwell, obviously we all know how things actually turned out in the real world, but what if we pretended for a minute?â
although the astro boy piece is behind a paywall, i wrote another piece for porn star martini a few years ago thatâs free to read!
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Itâs called âSupervillains and What To Do When Nobody Gives a Shitâ and is about what you do when youâre the only fan of something. And it also has a picture of me as a thirteen year old dressed up as a supervillain, which is fun.
So I wrote a piece for the pride edition of a literary magazine that my former classmates now run, on how the animated movie Astro Boy (2009) is an under-appreciated queer coming of age that shows the very real danger of being kicked out by parents who are mad that you arenât the person that they made you to be, acknowledges that itâs traumatic, and presents an ending where those parents will risk themselves so that you can be who you want to be. Very fun, and I think I did a good job.
Problem is, I had the idea to write this way after the deadline ended. So I emailed one of the editors, and she was like, âokay, just get it to me in a couple days.â
So in my haste to bang this thing out, I named the document a really bullshit title, because I like to make myself laugh when Iâm under a deadline. I submitted it, and then later came up with a better title in an email.
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my dad, who was super involved in blood relations when i was writing it, is adapting it into a screenplay for fun. he will not show me it until it is done, but i was helping him with a computer issue and tabbed over to final draft and was met with the following:
FINN
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCKFACE YOUâRE A FUCKING SICK BASTARD FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
Level one: Yes, my novel is gothic horror, because it is about a wealthy family that refuses to acknowledge a past mutilation between two children until the wronged child, now an adult, kidnaps his cousin, with the fate of the vast estate hanging in the balance.
Level two: No, my novel isnât gothic horror, because while it contains elements common in gothic horror, the prose is matter-of-fact and focuses more on dialogue than description, and it contains no supernatural elements that throw a light on the hidden family traumaâ all of the horror comes from how the two main characters dissect their familyâs dynamic in close quarters with each other. Besides, it was not intended to be gothic horror.
Level three: Yes, my novel is gothic horror, because thereâs incest and a big house.