Style
There is a lot to be said for minimalism. I personally have a minimal
style in my own diary. Here, Stumblebee has created a near minimal
masterpiece. There on the right side is a block of gray background with
visually friendly yellow text. It hangs on the page, like an unfinished
building in a resort town of the future. All that supports it -- and
this is the brilliant touch -- is the askew picture of the little girl
in the bumblebee costume along the left side. The face of the child
peers out at you and practically implores you to stop for a moment,
either in pity or in compassion.
This whole creative concept, designed by the author, feels like a page
torn from a big book about a foreign country. It haunts the senses, as
if it calls to us from Brasilia, the city of the future. The
surrounding white space, which may be a tad too much, creates an
oppressive border on the closeted world of the yellow text.
I can neither love nor hate this design, I can only admire its
audacity. The author is either a gifted amateur or a mildly incompetent
professional. Either way, an A for effort.
All the usual link things do their requisite linking. This is as it
should be.
Substance
Here is where I was really let down. I so wanted the quirky and askew
perspective of the design to be a real reflection of the writing.
Unfortunately, the writing is really plain. I certainly don't mean
"plain" in a pejorative sense. I mean it is direct, unadorned, and very
much too the point. However, this leaves the reader feeling a bit
cheated. The author is clearly a bright person and she has a clear
command of the language. No real grammar or spelling problems at all.
However, what is missing seems to be soul, for lack of a better word.
By soul I mean the real inner workings of this human. She has had some
ups and downs in life -- parents splitting up, self-image roundabouts,
a step-sister that sleeps with eyes open (that freaks me out too) --
but she journals primarily about the mundane and the banal. Today this
happened, yesterday that person said this, tomorrow this will be the
case. I want to know more about what is really happening inside.
The author clearly has a strong attachment to her mother, but I never
get to see the mother as more than a collection of asides or anecdotes.
School is a dominant theme, but it is just the stuff of a routine Fox
sitcom about college life. I want to feel the passion, the pain, the
joy, and the thrill of her life. I want the author's gifts with words
and images to stir me. Unfortunately, she never really does. I am left
feeling a little empty.
Suggestions
I would like to know Stumblebee better. I want her to open herself up,
be vulnerable and tell the world about the darker corners of her mind.
I would like to see less of the daily reportage and more of the inner
workings of a clearly smart and talented individual. I want to peer
under the covers instead of being treated to the same surface again and
again.
B-
Take a mirror, Stumblebee, and stare into it. Longer. Longer. Stare
until your eyes hurt. Now, write about what you see and what you feel.