When starting the brainstorming process for my first novel, Into the Ocean, I knew I wanted to
write something brutal, something gritty. I like the idea of morally conflicted
and desperate protagonists. Even more, I like settings that don’t just feel
like characters but feel like forces conspiring against characters.
For the types of fiction I like to read, those stories
typically take place either in urban or rural environments. But those aren’t
the places that I know. I could have done research on those places I suppose,
but to me that would have been dishonest. That would have been someone else’s
book.
No, I grew up in the suburbs. They’re what I know. To be
exact, I grew up in Edison, New Jersey, which is in-part the inspiration for
the fictional Madison Park where Into the
Ocean takes place. Madison Park is an amalgam of central New Jersey towns,
where we have both trailer parks and housing projects. We used to have vacant
factories too, but they’ve all been turned into big-box retailers and Amazon
warehouses. The poverty is there too, you just have to look for it or know
people well enough.
It struck me thinking about the setting I grew up in and am
still in to an extent, that I didn’t have to write someone else’s novel in
order for my book to be gritty or for it to hit some of the same notes that
other pieces of noir hit. Based on my own anecdotal experiences alone, with
some creative exaggeration of course, I felt I could pull off some brutal and
honest crime fiction.
Just like in the flashback scenes I have in the novel, there
were some nasty characters around me growing up. And, man, people in the
eighties and nineties in central New Jersey were incredibly racist (not to say
they’re not still). There was one kid who would ride his bike through the
Orthodox Jewish neighborhood making Nazi salutes. Last I heard he had a job
with the township.
Also, the town I grew up in had and still has an almost
comically corrupt police department where one officer recently tried to firebomb
an officer from another town’s house for not getting his relative off a DUI
charge. When I was a teenager I had a drunken run-in with the Edison cops
myself from which I still bare the scar on my head. A detective told me that if
I didn’t admit to punching a cop he would stick his pen inside the hole the
other officer had put in my head.
If you decide to pick up Into
the Ocean, you’ll notice that police corruption features prominently.
It’s not just the police. The entire atmosphere in the
suburbs is stifling. Growing up, if you had a conflict with somebody in
elementary school that conflict carried through to high school. If you weren’t
lucky enough to get out as an adult, you still worry about running into that
person you tussled with in 5th grade or one of their siblings at the
ShopRite. In the suburbs like Madison Park there is no starting over.
There’s the poverty too, a staple of noir fiction and
something I felt compelled to depict. In my neighborhood now, which you’d still
consider the suburbs, poverty is apparent. As I write this, two of my neighbors
sit with their utilities cut off because of inability to pay. Two houses on my
street were abandoned when the owners could no longer cover the mortgages. My
personal favorite story is that another one of my neighbors, one who my wife
also witnessed smashing his car with a garden hoe in a drunken fit of rage,
tore off his nipple hopping out of a dumpster after looking for food. Now, tell
me that’s not gritty.
There are statistics and wider reporting to support these anecdotal observations as well. The suburbs might have once been the home of Leave it to Beaver, but now they’re home to Breaking Bad. According to Time Magazine, more and more people simply don’t want to live in the suburbs anymore. According to The Atlantic, “The number of poor in the suburbs surpassed the number of poor in the cities in the 2000s, and by 2011, almost 16.4 million suburban residents lived below the poverty line.”
There are statistics and wider reporting to support these anecdotal observations as well. The suburbs might have once been the home of Leave it to Beaver, but now they’re home to Breaking Bad. According to Time Magazine, more and more people simply don’t want to live in the suburbs anymore. According to The Atlantic, “The number of poor in the suburbs surpassed the number of poor in the cities in the 2000s, and by 2011, almost 16.4 million suburban residents lived below the poverty line.”
This means to me that many of those that still live in the
suburbs are those that for one reason or another can’t get out. They, like many
noir protagonists in books from Dennis Lehane or Daniel Woodrell, are stuck.
Add to all this the current opioid epidemic hitting much of
the U.S. and particularly central New Jersey and you have a perfect storm fit
for crime fiction.
And Into the Ocean
is fiction, but I like to think it portrays at least one honest perspective of
life in the New Jersey suburbs where it’s not just the summer humidity that
makes you feel like you’re going to explode.
You can pick up Into the Ocean here.
1 comment:
It's a terrific read ... and I can vouch for the poverty in Fords, New Jersey (where I also live) ... there are literally 2 sides of the tracks (New Brunswick Avenue), where my wife tells me we're on the wrong side to pick up Fios ... somehow I'm a lot more comfortable there.
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