by
Scott D. Parker
Justice. That’s the one word that comes to mind when I watched the recently documentary by Mark Tyler Nobleman about the life of Bill Finger.
Do you know that name? Well, if you don’t, perhaps you know the the character he co-created: Batman. If you are like me and you’ve read Batman comics for any length of time, you know the name of the man solely credited as the sole creator of the Dark Knight from 1939 onward. That man’s name is Bob Kane. In the heady days after Superman debuted in 1938, the company that eventually became DC Comics asked Kane to come up with a new hero. He came up with “The Bat-Man,” a red-garbed hero with a domino mask and a black, scalloped cape. Kane ran the drawing by his friend, Bill Finger, and Finger re-engineered the character into the hero we know today. He also created many of the ancillary characters: Robin, Joker, Catwoman, Scarecrow, Commissioner Gordon, and Gotham City itself.
And yet you probably don’t even know Finger’s name. Based on Nobelman’s documentary, the person single-handedly responsible for for marginalizing Finger was Kane himself. In 1965, Kane responded to what is likely the first public history of Finger’s contribution…and Kane flatly refuted Finger’s version of history. Finger died less than a decade later, alone, unknown, and all but penniless.
Nobleman is a writer who learned of Finger’s contribution to Bat-history and set out to do one simple thing: get Bill Finger credit as co-creator on comic books, movies, and TV shows. The documentary is a step-by-step story filled with photos, interviews with relatives and business associates, and audio clips of Finger himself. Most charmingly, however, are moving comic-book like illustrations to depict certain events like Finger’s life at the end, the meeting of Kane and Finger, and even Nobleman’s own research.
That research caused a groundswell among the fans that ultimately compelled Finger’s only living descendant—his granddaughter—to pursue the great cause. If you’ve seen the 2016 movie, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, you know the answer.
Mark Tyler Nobleman sought justice for Bill Finger. He passed the baton off to the Finger family and earned the justice Bill Finger deserved. It makes you want to have documentaries like this for all the Golden and Silver Age creators so that they’ll all have screen and print credit.
If you are interested to know all the details, carve out 90 minutes and watch this compelling documentary from Hulu.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Friday, March 2, 2018
Music and murder.
If you read my Friday spot here with anything resembling regularity, you know I love music. I've done roundups of songs with crime fiction stories in them, I've talked about how I listen to music while I write, perfecting playlists for larger projects, and using songs to inspire shorter ones. I've even talked about how being involved in the local music scene influenced my writing.
So, it's obvious that when I got asked to do a story for Just To Watch Them Die: Crime Fiction Inspired By The Songs of Johnny Cash I was thrilled. I love Johnny, and I got the killer combo because my song, Thirteen, was actually written by Glen Danzig. I could write about, around, and with music all day. If something I'm writing isn't directly inspired by music, the tone, the pace, and the feel of the whole thing is often inspired by a playlist - even if by accident.
Surprisingly, I'm not the kind of person who has a playlist for everything. I have a "party" playlist that I put on for gatherings, where I dumped a bunch of music that hits different genres and tastes without any blatant obscenity so I wouldn't have to just hit "shuffle" and then blush when "Fuck The Pain Away" comes on in front of the one mom-friend I have from the kid's school. I have a couple playlists of specific artists' music because they've done different projects and I want it all together. I have one I made because I downloaded a bunch of songs from different albums that act as the soundtrack to a movie I like.
But I have two different playlists for my work in progress. I have stand alone songs I bought just because they tickled the story-writing part of my brain. I listen with intent.
I got invited to do Murder-A-Go-Gos to benefit Planned Parenthood by our alum Holly West and was so excited. A chance to do another music anthology story, a chance to honor a killer female band? Hell yes. The song I chose (below) is "The Way You Dance" which may not sound criminal or threatening, but have you ever wondered why she's spending so much time watching someone dance, and analyzing it? Weird.
So, it's obvious that when I got asked to do a story for Just To Watch Them Die: Crime Fiction Inspired By The Songs of Johnny Cash I was thrilled. I love Johnny, and I got the killer combo because my song, Thirteen, was actually written by Glen Danzig. I could write about, around, and with music all day. If something I'm writing isn't directly inspired by music, the tone, the pace, and the feel of the whole thing is often inspired by a playlist - even if by accident.
Surprisingly, I'm not the kind of person who has a playlist for everything. I have a "party" playlist that I put on for gatherings, where I dumped a bunch of music that hits different genres and tastes without any blatant obscenity so I wouldn't have to just hit "shuffle" and then blush when "Fuck The Pain Away" comes on in front of the one mom-friend I have from the kid's school. I have a couple playlists of specific artists' music because they've done different projects and I want it all together. I have one I made because I downloaded a bunch of songs from different albums that act as the soundtrack to a movie I like.
But I have two different playlists for my work in progress. I have stand alone songs I bought just because they tickled the story-writing part of my brain. I listen with intent.
I got invited to do Murder-A-Go-Gos to benefit Planned Parenthood by our alum Holly West and was so excited. A chance to do another music anthology story, a chance to honor a killer female band? Hell yes. The song I chose (below) is "The Way You Dance" which may not sound criminal or threatening, but have you ever wondered why she's spending so much time watching someone dance, and analyzing it? Weird.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Arming Teachers: The Perspective of a Former Secret Service Agent
For several days, social media has been in the grips of a debate on how we can protect our children. One of the suggestions bandied about is to arm school teachers. If you follow J.J. Hensley on Twitter, @JJHensleyauthor, then you've had a little bit of education on the problems with arming teachers (or anyone) to take down the perpetrator with a gun in a school. J.J. is the author of several books, the most recent being Bolt Action Remedy, published by Down & Out Books, and a contributor to the new anthology The Night of the Flood. He is also a former police officer and former Special Agent with the U.S. Secret Service. I asked JJ if he would write something around the idea of arming school teachers. Much thanks to J.J. for taking the time to write this guest post. - David Nemeth
By J.J. Hensley
About seven months. That's how long one has to train to be a Special Agent in the U.S. Secret Service. The first step is to complete a basic criminal investigator training program at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center. Next up is the Special Agent Training Course at the Secret Service Academy in Maryland. Throughout the training, agent candidates are instructed in relevant topics such as investigative techniques, the appropriate use of force, defensive tactics, legal procedures, physical fitness, and the proper use of firearms. The firearms training consists of shooting tens of thousands of rounds in a controlled environment as well as going through a myriad of scenarios in which the trainee must exercise the proper judgment. The drills are repeated over and over again so as to create what is called muscle memory; where one reacts automatically – and correctly – in a stressful situation. The reason for this is because people will often react inappropriately when potentially dangerous circumstances present themselves or they will not react at all.
Of course many of the trainees have had previous training either through prior law enforcement or military experience. So before a new agent hits the street, it's likely he or she has been exposed to not only countless hours of classroom lecture reinforced by practical exercises that simulate actual hostile situations, but also real-life experiences. Additionally, law enforcement agents and officers are vetted through mechanisms such as background checks, drug tests, polygraphs, and psychological evaluations.
For agencies like the Secret Service, the scenarios trained on include those in which an individual or individuals must be protected from an assailant. It's difficult to express the importance of these exercises because it is difficult to train the students to act contrary to their natural inclination toward self-preservation. Additionally, those with previous law enforcement or military experience were trained to take cover when the bullets start flying, not to become the cover. As anyone who has been through similar training can attest, unlearning a set of movements is nearly always harder than learning them in the first place.
As someone who underwent the training and worked countless protective assignments during my time in the Secret Service, I recall being involved in plenty of events in which there were multiple people in one place, all designated as "protectees" of the Secret Service. For example, every Presidential Inauguration, Christmas tree lighting at the White House, or United Nations General Assembly will involve multiple protectees in close proximity to one another. So, how does an agent respond when an active threat appears?
There are a few basic rules to remember when working protection. One important one is that the minimum number of agents will address the problem (threat) and the maximum number will move to the protectee. This is Protection 101 and is a philosophy used by government and private sector security details all over the world. If you have every agent trying to take out an attacker, then your protectee could be left out in the open and vulnerable to another attacker. Another rule is to "sound out" the threat. This is done by yelling "gun" or some other word that the rest of your security force will recognize as the code word identifying an imminent threat. Then, if you are the security professional closest to the attacker, you address the threat. But what does this mean? You might be surprised that an agent drawing his or her weapon is likely a last resort. Why is that?
Remember how I gave examples of multiple protectees being present at an event. Well, events like campaign rallies and awards presentations can involve large crowds. So try to imagine you are an agent working an inauguration event and you spot an armed man who is twenty yards away from you. Imagine the man begins firing into the crowd. Imagine addressing a threat by pulling a gun and, through the crowd, taking aim on the attacker. Keep in mind that law enforcement hit rates in a shooting are somewhere between 18 to 30 percent.
Imagine the unpredictable nature of a gun battle around a panicked crowd.
Imagine not only having to worry about trying to hit your target center mass, but also having to account for what is behind the shooter, should your bullet miss or pass through the assailant.
Imagine not knowing if he is a lone gunman or if there may be another gunman who is maneuvering into a position to shoot you.
Imagine not knowing if an innocent person will run in front of your gun sights just as you pull the trigger.
Imagine you aren't at an inauguration event.
Imagine the venue is a school.
Imagine the members of the crowd are young school children.
Imagine you never had seven months of training.
Imagine you did not spend hour after grueling hour going through shoot or don't-shoot scenarios.
Imagine you don't have the muscle memory developed through training and experience.
Imagine not knowing if you should try to cover and evacuate your young protectees, or to go after the threat.
Now imagine you aren't there. Imagine your child is at the school and the person attempting to respond appropriately to a shooter is Mr. Stanley the third grade teacher who may or may not have taken a week-long firearms training course. He's raising a gun as screaming children rush by in front of him and he thinks the shooter is aiming at him.
Imagine.
For my last few years with the Secret Service, I worked on the Protective Intelligence side. The agency wisely dedicates massive resources to intelligence and advance work. This is because the best way to take care of your protectees is to prevent weapons from being present in the first place. As one former Secret Service Director liked to say, "If the guns come out, we've already lost."
Right now, in our schools, we are losing and the nation is divided on how to address this crisis. I don't have all the answers, but I know one thing: If someone sneaks a weapon into a Secret Service venue tomorrow, the response the next day won't be, "Well, we should add more guns."
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Firearms instructors at the James J. Rowley Training Center. (USSS Instagram) |
About seven months. That's how long one has to train to be a Special Agent in the U.S. Secret Service. The first step is to complete a basic criminal investigator training program at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center. Next up is the Special Agent Training Course at the Secret Service Academy in Maryland. Throughout the training, agent candidates are instructed in relevant topics such as investigative techniques, the appropriate use of force, defensive tactics, legal procedures, physical fitness, and the proper use of firearms. The firearms training consists of shooting tens of thousands of rounds in a controlled environment as well as going through a myriad of scenarios in which the trainee must exercise the proper judgment. The drills are repeated over and over again so as to create what is called muscle memory; where one reacts automatically – and correctly – in a stressful situation. The reason for this is because people will often react inappropriately when potentially dangerous circumstances present themselves or they will not react at all.
Of course many of the trainees have had previous training either through prior law enforcement or military experience. So before a new agent hits the street, it's likely he or she has been exposed to not only countless hours of classroom lecture reinforced by practical exercises that simulate actual hostile situations, but also real-life experiences. Additionally, law enforcement agents and officers are vetted through mechanisms such as background checks, drug tests, polygraphs, and psychological evaluations.
For agencies like the Secret Service, the scenarios trained on include those in which an individual or individuals must be protected from an assailant. It's difficult to express the importance of these exercises because it is difficult to train the students to act contrary to their natural inclination toward self-preservation. Additionally, those with previous law enforcement or military experience were trained to take cover when the bullets start flying, not to become the cover. As anyone who has been through similar training can attest, unlearning a set of movements is nearly always harder than learning them in the first place.
As someone who underwent the training and worked countless protective assignments during my time in the Secret Service, I recall being involved in plenty of events in which there were multiple people in one place, all designated as "protectees" of the Secret Service. For example, every Presidential Inauguration, Christmas tree lighting at the White House, or United Nations General Assembly will involve multiple protectees in close proximity to one another. So, how does an agent respond when an active threat appears?
There are a few basic rules to remember when working protection. One important one is that the minimum number of agents will address the problem (threat) and the maximum number will move to the protectee. This is Protection 101 and is a philosophy used by government and private sector security details all over the world. If you have every agent trying to take out an attacker, then your protectee could be left out in the open and vulnerable to another attacker. Another rule is to "sound out" the threat. This is done by yelling "gun" or some other word that the rest of your security force will recognize as the code word identifying an imminent threat. Then, if you are the security professional closest to the attacker, you address the threat. But what does this mean? You might be surprised that an agent drawing his or her weapon is likely a last resort. Why is that?
Remember how I gave examples of multiple protectees being present at an event. Well, events like campaign rallies and awards presentations can involve large crowds. So try to imagine you are an agent working an inauguration event and you spot an armed man who is twenty yards away from you. Imagine the man begins firing into the crowd. Imagine addressing a threat by pulling a gun and, through the crowd, taking aim on the attacker. Keep in mind that law enforcement hit rates in a shooting are somewhere between 18 to 30 percent.
Imagine the unpredictable nature of a gun battle around a panicked crowd.
Imagine not only having to worry about trying to hit your target center mass, but also having to account for what is behind the shooter, should your bullet miss or pass through the assailant.
Imagine not knowing if he is a lone gunman or if there may be another gunman who is maneuvering into a position to shoot you.
Imagine not knowing if an innocent person will run in front of your gun sights just as you pull the trigger.
Imagine you aren't at an inauguration event.
Imagine the venue is a school.
Imagine the members of the crowd are young school children.
Imagine you never had seven months of training.
Imagine you did not spend hour after grueling hour going through shoot or don't-shoot scenarios.
Imagine you don't have the muscle memory developed through training and experience.
Imagine not knowing if you should try to cover and evacuate your young protectees, or to go after the threat.
Now imagine you aren't there. Imagine your child is at the school and the person attempting to respond appropriately to a shooter is Mr. Stanley the third grade teacher who may or may not have taken a week-long firearms training course. He's raising a gun as screaming children rush by in front of him and he thinks the shooter is aiming at him.
Imagine.
For my last few years with the Secret Service, I worked on the Protective Intelligence side. The agency wisely dedicates massive resources to intelligence and advance work. This is because the best way to take care of your protectees is to prevent weapons from being present in the first place. As one former Secret Service Director liked to say, "If the guns come out, we've already lost."
Right now, in our schools, we are losing and the nation is divided on how to address this crisis. I don't have all the answers, but I know one thing: If someone sneaks a weapon into a Secret Service venue tomorrow, the response the next day won't be, "Well, we should add more guns."
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Now, May We Talk About Quentin?
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Some of us told y'all to watch ya boy. |
So many folks are through with Quentin Tarantino over his vile behavior toward Uma Thurman on the set of Kill Bill. There is no more separating the art from the artist. That's the line, and you crossed it, dawg. If that's you, well then, get over here! Come sit with those of us who were done after we heard the dialogue in Reservoir Dogs about Madonna fucking niggers and therefore soiling herself too much to be of any use to a real man, read WHITE MAN. My own personal being-done-with-his-assness was reinforced when I was sitting in a darkened theater, giving him another chance, just to hear "Do I look like dead nigger storage?" Almost as if Tarantino could anticipate those of us in the theater looking at one-another, silently mouthing "da hell??," he delivers the line again, insisting the powerful Jules answer him, and likely informing those of us in the audience we heard him right. Samuel L. is directed to have his blackness on ten—all the way up—until Tarantino's no-acting ass deflates Jules, rendering him into a slew-footed, shuffling, deferent living nigger to the offending dead-niggers with which he continually inconveniences Tarantino's Jimmie.
The manner in which Pulp Fiction builds up Jules into a supernaturally frightening force for retribution, just to be humiliated and emasculated by a character played by the director himself is some serious hand-tipping on the part of its creator. This is before the other supernaturally vengeful Negro Marcellus is literally emasculated a few frames later. Why does Ving Rhames's Marcellus end his pursuit of Bruce Willis' Butch? On the unspoken trade that he'll keep silent about Marcellus's anal rape. His dogged determination to destroy Butch for double-crossing him is completely dissipated by the threat of everyone finding out he took it up the rear-end from another man and had to be saved by a white man he just so happens to own. Tarantino lives for putting black men in their place in the most viscerally-humiliating ways. His black women are layered, nuanced, complicated, beautiful, and deadly if pushed too far. Generally, deadly for black men. Perhaps he doesn't appear in the cast of Jackie Brown and Kill Bill because they're his proxies. I dunno. That's too hefty an analysis for writing no one asked me for.
When a director casts himself in a small but significant role, it's a statement about the consciousness the filmmaker intends to impart. M. Night Shyamalan casts himself in moments where he wants to hand us the twist before we arrive at it on our own, obviously to reinforce he's smarter than his audience, therefore we should trust him and relax. Tarantino casts himself when his black characters need to be deflated and revealed as weaker than white men. Me, I knew when Phil LaMarr's Marvin appeared what to expect. The guy's speech and mannerisms were far too white socially normative for it not to be some statement by the guy who wrote a debate about interracial relationships and white purity into the first ten minutes of his debut feature film. A debate that was a complete and total non-sequitur to the overall proceedings. Once the well-spoken, chill, affable, harmless Marvin is flat-blasted by Jules, that caricature of black virility complete with outdated Jheri curl, it's up to Quentin Tarantino himself to bring Jules to heel. I don't want to hear shit about Orson Welles casting himself instead of Joseph Cotton in "Touch of Evil," if you abide that nonsense.
Plenty of journalists made a living unpacking and assessing Tarantino's apparent anti-blackness, equally lambasting and defending his bigoted bullshit. Some of these defenders are black, in the case of Desiree Bowie, who, in a 2015 Salon piece titled (in part) "It’s not easy being a black Tarantino fan," wrote:
But I appreciated his films as much as I disagreed with his opinions. I never viewed Tarantino’s movies as anti-Black or grossly exploitative. To be honest, I don’t cringe when n-bombs get dropped in his movies because I feel as though I do understand his intentions.Bowie musters the ability to compartmentalize Tarantino's anti-blackness because it's chiefly directed at black men and, when contrasted against his mature and admiring portrayals of black women onscreen, it's obvious his issue isn't with black folk, per say. I haven't been able to find an update from her about Tarantino's off-screen personal and professional misogyny, bullying and abuse. I looked.
That same year, Nicole Silverberg's piece in GQ titled "Maybe Skip What Quentin Tarantino Said to The New York Times" parsed all the ways QT plays himself out in bold-headed paragraphs such as 'TV is shit,' 'Tarantino is a Culture Savior,' and 'Backlash from black critics is annoying and doesn't matter.' Under that last tidbit, she writes:
"Though I'm sure Ellis would despair at my use of that word as part of the "language policing" he so detests, the truth is that Tarantino is coming just one step short of crying "reverse racism." He's doing the equivalent of "but why can't I say the n-word?" except that, oh wait, Tarantino has his characters say it 110 times in Django Unchained. Tarantino is saying, "Well, if I end up making movies that only white people enjoy, oh well!" and that sucks."Sucks to be sure, and thanks for bringing that up, but why skip what he said? Why do we skip evidence he's that dude? Why do we forgive his anti-blackness to uphold his genius? Why doesn't the quality that compels his fans and admirers to shrug off the ways he uses his films and platform to arrest and antagonize black folk and excoriate his limited view of blackness not help him achieve exoneration over his abuse of Uma Thurman? I haven't been able to find anything from Silverberg covering this new flap against Tarantino. The indictment should most certainly stick. Physical harm, intimidation, and abuse of the trust she gave him is nothing short of dehumanization. I just wasn't the least bit surprised. I'm also not surprised many of his defenders and apologizers aren't writing follow-ups.
Tarantino's resentful bigotry and anti-blackness played out for all to see. Doubled and tripled down upon in all his interviews. Its pathologies played out on screen and in print to much acclaim. Once Uma Thurman finally told the truth about his vile behavior, folks are shocked. Betrayed, even. But why? He kicked your neighbor, right in front of you. Time and again, he tipped his hand to his urge to dehumanize and marginalize others. There wasn't a black man in Pulp Fiction that wasn't broken by him. Why would he spare Uma? Sorry, but oh yes it is the very same thing. It is not a different problem. It's the underbelly to the overall problem, akin to the extreme metaphor of serial killer Jeffery Dahmer, who trapped and mutilated small animals as he worked his way up to trapping and mutilating small humans. In this case, Dahmer's small animals are the fictional black men Tarantino created just to torture and humiliate. Seems like he was working his way up to torturing and humiliating an actual human, who is blonde and beautiful and powerful and kick-ass. Just like Madonna, who had absolutely nothing to do with the plot of Reservoir Dogs, but an ad-libbed debate about her making love with Big Daddy Kane somehow made its way into that modern classic.
Perhaps now I don't have to walk out of the bar when peers bring up Tarantino's brilliance at the next writing conference. Perhaps we finally understand the folly of deferring exemplified bigotry as a problem that doesn't affect everyone. I mean, sure one can, but when we learn about the Uma Thurmans, we wonder why and how.
Then someone like me, for whom his blackness is a mounting inconvenience to his peers, points out the Madonna debate in Reservoir Dogs gave us every indication what QT holds in his psyche for blonde white women of personal power and self-determination.
Those of us who refuse to resolve and excuse his bigotry in order to enjoy the zeitgeist-influencing pop culture moments of his films weren't surprised at his misogyny and abuse. Bigotry isn't a personality quirk. It's an indicator of the risk of deeper depravity. Perhaps we're all finding a way to come to terms with the truth that separating the art from the artist sets us up for these letdowns. We ignored, excused, and justified his abject racism, eventually praising him for his uncompromising insistence upon doing what he wanted. We watched his depictions of black Americans and listened as he told us to go to hell if we don't like it. If you weren't black, it wasn't your problem. If you were black, but you loved being in with the in-crowd, you subordinated your problem and went to see those films anyhow. Maybe even wrote about them. As a result, he became more popular, and more powerful, eventually leading to his injustice against Uma Thurman. In fact, I find it completely upends the image of women's empowerment she worked so hard to give us. I can't think of The Bride/Beatrix Kiddo without thinking of what happened behind the scenes. It undercuts the value of the portrayal when the performance was wrenched from someone rendered so powerless.
I wonder if now I won't have to find a way to slink off to other environs when conversations turn to Quentin Tarantino at this year's crime fiction conferences. I'll save that energy for when I have to dart away as James Ellroy's shit is laughed off and explained away as lunacy and LA Confidential is upheld as a hallmark of modern film noir. Where I'm from, bring it up and you'll get "Oh, you mean that flick where they put the gun in the young black man's mouth like he's sucking on something big and black in order to get him to confess to a crime? That one where the brothas are in a cell crying and begging for mercy so the white LA cops can get a jones? Dood from Gladiator was in it back when he wasn't fat? Naw, I ain't watchin' that shit."
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Three is a Magic Number
Scott's Note: S.W. Lauden seems to guest post a lot here at Do Some Damage. In fact, I'm sure he does, and it wasn't so long ago that he wrote a guest piece in our friend Holly West's slot. So why did I let him pop up here in my space so soon after? I'm not sure, except that I did want to hear his thoughts about recently completing a trilogy, his Greg Salem series, and figured he'd have some interesting things to say about it.
He does, and here he is.
Here’s a sample of the wisdom from "Three Is A Magic Number":
"The past and the present and the future
He does, and here he is.
Three
Is A Magic Number
by S.W. Lauden
Rare Bird Books published Hang
Time, the final book in my Greg Salem trilogy, in January. Marketing
and promotion aside, this brings an end to a project that I’ve been working on
for many years. Scott Adlerberg graciously asked me to stop by and share some
thoughts on writing a trilogy and what I’ve learned. So here goes...
For starters, it feels
strange to not be writing another punk rock P.I. novel. I’d probably be
freaking out if that hadn’t been the plan all along. Why only write three books
for this story arc? I guess the intellectual answer would touch on the mystical
nature of the triad, Borromean Rings, and Pythagoras. But those are just things
I Googled a few minutes ago, so I’ll focus on the gospel of Schoolhouse Rock
instead.
Here’s a sample of the wisdom from "Three Is A Magic Number":
"The past and the present and the future
Faith and hope and charity
The heart and the brain and the body
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three as a magic number"
Boom. Case closed.
For what it’s worth, I
consider the three Greg Salem books to be a single continuous story that was
too big for one volume. If anybody ever asks me where to start with this
series, I always suggest they check out page one of the first book, Bad
Citizen Corporation.
My hope is that
readers will keep flipping pages from there, continuing on to Grizzly Season and Hang Time. Some do. Some don't. None of that is in my
control.
Om.
It is in my control to
tell the most honest and compelling story I can. When I sat down to write about
Greg Salem and his crew, I didn’t want “punk rock P.I.” to be a clever marketing
hook slapped on a crime novel. So I put my energy into creating an authentic
universe inspired by bands like Black Flack, Circle Jerks, Descendents and
Pennywise.
Punk singers can be
some of the most flawed narrators around—angry, self destructive and
cartoonishly earnest. That helped shape the characters, but I also focused on tempo
and tone. Like the songs on a hardcore album, I tried to keep the chapters
short and the pace cranked up to eleven. And like the tracks on a hardcore
album, the subject matter shifts quickly from chapter to chapter, and scene to
scene.
Did I achieve my goals?
Some readers think I did. Some don't. None of that is in my control.
Om.
“Om” itself is a
sacred sound that represents the three stages of cosmic creation. I like the
idea that “Om” is deeply spiritual, but also open for anybody to use. But I
promised not to fill this post with my recent Googlings. In keeping with the theme,
I’ll finish by talking about some of my favorite three-piece bands instead.
I’ve played in power
trios and can tell you from experience that it’s an interesting challenge. Armed
with only one guitar, bass and drums, a classic three-piece band has to develop
big hooks, a unique sound and/or a lot of energy to keep their audience
engaged.
Various acts have done
this successfully over the decades—ranging from The Jimi Hendrix Experience,
The James Gang and Rush, to The Violent Femmes, The Muffs, and Nirvana—but for my
money there are five magical acts that define the genre. Here they are, in no
particular order:
·
The Jam—Favorite songs include
“In The City,” “The Modern World,” “Down in the Tube Station at Midnight” and
“That’s Entertainment.”
·
The Minutemen—You can’t go wrong
with “Cut,” “Political Song for Michael Jackson to Sing,” “Corona,” and “Stories.”
·
Supergrass—Start with “Caught By
The Fuzz,” “Alright,” “Tonight,” “Pumping On Your Stereo” and “Moving.”
·
Husker Du—Dig in with “It’s Not
Funny Anymore,” “Celebrated Summer,” “Books About UFOs,” “Whatever” and “Makes
No Sense At All.”
·
Jawbreaker—Check out “Want,”
“Boxcar,” “Chesterfield King,” “Bad Scene, Everyone’s Fault,” and “Lurker II:
Dark Son of Night.”
Anyway, I wrote three
books about a punk rock P.I. named Greg Salem. I’m proud of them. I hope some
of you will read them. I know that some of you won’t. Thanks a ton if you
already have.
Om.
S.W. Lauden is
the Anthony Award-nominated author of the novella, CROSSWISE, and the sequel, CROSSED BONES (Down & Out
Books). His Greg Salem punk rock P.I. series includes BAD CITIZEN CORPORATION, GRIZZLY SEASON and HANG TIME (Rare Bird Books).
He is also the co-host of the Writer Types podcast.
Steve lives in Los Angeles.
Monday, February 26, 2018
The Problem With Backstory
Backstory has been on my mind a lot lately.
One reason is because I was working on a short story and I realized I needed to establish motivation for something. And when that came into focus I had to put the story on hold.
There was far more of a story in that backstory than a generic motivation. It wasn't a my-Spanish-teacher-was-a-pervert-so-I-dropped-Spanish cause and effect scenario. It was involved. Complex. There were catalysts, actions and reactions and consequences all within this particular motivation.
It was its own story. That's how I felt. Not telling it would be a disservice and it couldn't be glossed over in a few lines within the scope of a short story.
This is how short stories turn into novellas and novellas turn into novels. We discover there's more to the story than what we started off thinking.
Another reason I've been thinking about backstory is because of watching Altered Carbon. We have one episode left and I'm going to stand by what I unloaded on Brian a few nights ago.
I think they missed the core story. The backstory was compelling. Entertainment Weekly introduced their review of the show by saying:
The other reason I've been thinking about backstory is because of The Spying Moon. When I was writing What Burns Within I asked a friend who is an avid mystery reader what they thought about withholding information about a character's past. She told me that was okay, as long as it wasn't teased out indefinitely and the reader eventually got answers.
Now, I'm a firm believer in the limits of our scope of knowledge when we meet someone. We never meet someone and know their entire history unless you're talking about the moment someone gives birth. When you go to a new school or a new club or a conference and shake hands with someone for the first time your scope of knowledge about them is limited. If they're famous or someone you know online you may know some things about them but you do not completely know them.
Heck, my husband just told me something the other night that I didn't know and we've been together for more than ten years.
Getting to know a character is a process of discovery. Nobody wants to open a book and start reading a character bio that sums up their entire life history.
Having said that, there are times it is appropriate to provide backstory. Backstory is foundational information and it can have a significant impact on a story. I realized when I'd written The Spying Moon that I wanted Moreau's state of mind to be clear at the start of the book. There are certain factors that affect her conduct. Knowing those things can make the difference between seeing her as a dedicated officer trying to do the right thing, even when it costs her personally, or seeing her as a bitchy person who isn't trying to fit in.
Finding the right balance of backstory and determining when to share that information is one of the toughest aspects of good storytelling. My general rule of thumb has been to avoid the info dump at the start of a novel and spread the information out as needed.
Since I sent out a few copies of my manuscript for peer review I've still smoothed out the backstory execution a bit. Trimmed it a little and spread it out. As a writer, it's important to ask yourself what that information clarifies for the audience. Make sure you put in what's needed to avoid confusion and establish the character's mindset or motivation.
Watching Altered Carbon reminded me that sometimes it's possible to stretch that information out too far and by withholding that info you risk losing your audience. A show that could have been an A+ must watch for me (great cast, great concepts, some truly unique characters) isn't, and a big part of that boiled down to how they handled the backstory. There are worse things than sharing some backstory near the start of a book, movie or TV show, and one of them is withholding key information that leaves the audience unnecessarily confused and frustrated.
** Please note my comments on Altered Carbon only apply to the Netflix series. I haven't read the books.
One reason is because I was working on a short story and I realized I needed to establish motivation for something. And when that came into focus I had to put the story on hold.
There was far more of a story in that backstory than a generic motivation. It wasn't a my-Spanish-teacher-was-a-pervert-so-I-dropped-Spanish cause and effect scenario. It was involved. Complex. There were catalysts, actions and reactions and consequences all within this particular motivation.
It was its own story. That's how I felt. Not telling it would be a disservice and it couldn't be glossed over in a few lines within the scope of a short story.
This is how short stories turn into novellas and novellas turn into novels. We discover there's more to the story than what we started off thinking.
Another reason I've been thinking about backstory is because of watching Altered Carbon. We have one episode left and I'm going to stand by what I unloaded on Brian a few nights ago.
I think they missed the core story. The backstory was compelling. Entertainment Weekly introduced their review of the show by saying:
Dull mystery indeed. And that's all I need to say about it. In my opinion, they should have started the story 250 years before they did and they missed the full effect of that backstory because it was underdeveloped, in my opinion.Altered Carbon is an expensive sci-fi epic wrapped in a dull mystery
The other reason I've been thinking about backstory is because of The Spying Moon. When I was writing What Burns Within I asked a friend who is an avid mystery reader what they thought about withholding information about a character's past. She told me that was okay, as long as it wasn't teased out indefinitely and the reader eventually got answers.
Now, I'm a firm believer in the limits of our scope of knowledge when we meet someone. We never meet someone and know their entire history unless you're talking about the moment someone gives birth. When you go to a new school or a new club or a conference and shake hands with someone for the first time your scope of knowledge about them is limited. If they're famous or someone you know online you may know some things about them but you do not completely know them.
Heck, my husband just told me something the other night that I didn't know and we've been together for more than ten years.
Getting to know a character is a process of discovery. Nobody wants to open a book and start reading a character bio that sums up their entire life history.
Having said that, there are times it is appropriate to provide backstory. Backstory is foundational information and it can have a significant impact on a story. I realized when I'd written The Spying Moon that I wanted Moreau's state of mind to be clear at the start of the book. There are certain factors that affect her conduct. Knowing those things can make the difference between seeing her as a dedicated officer trying to do the right thing, even when it costs her personally, or seeing her as a bitchy person who isn't trying to fit in.
Finding the right balance of backstory and determining when to share that information is one of the toughest aspects of good storytelling. My general rule of thumb has been to avoid the info dump at the start of a novel and spread the information out as needed.
Since I sent out a few copies of my manuscript for peer review I've still smoothed out the backstory execution a bit. Trimmed it a little and spread it out. As a writer, it's important to ask yourself what that information clarifies for the audience. Make sure you put in what's needed to avoid confusion and establish the character's mindset or motivation.
Watching Altered Carbon reminded me that sometimes it's possible to stretch that information out too far and by withholding that info you risk losing your audience. A show that could have been an A+ must watch for me (great cast, great concepts, some truly unique characters) isn't, and a big part of that boiled down to how they handled the backstory. There are worse things than sharing some backstory near the start of a book, movie or TV show, and one of them is withholding key information that leaves the audience unnecessarily confused and frustrated.
** Please note my comments on Altered Carbon only apply to the Netflix series. I haven't read the books.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Underdog Glory
By Claire Booth
I love the Olympics. One of my favorite things to do is root
for the underdog. After all, what’s better than an underdog story? Each Olympic
Games always has some, and this one – in PyeongChang, South Korea – has been
awesome.
First, Ester Ledecka. Wow (and screw you, NBC, but we’ll get
to that down below*). The Czech athlete won gold in the women’s Super-G alpine
skiing race. Astonishing? Yeah, considering she’s primarily a snowboarder. She’s
the first athlete (male or female) to ever compete in both disciplines in the
Olympics. That was going to be enough of an accomplishment – until she made it
down the mountain faster than the entire field, including American superstar Lindsey
Vonn and 2014 gold medalist Austrian Anna Veith. I still grin when I think
about it.
How about a bobsledding team from Africa? Seun Adigun, Ngozi
Onwumere and Akuoma Omeoga are the Nigerian team. They’re Americans with
Nigerian parents, who – like many other athletes throughout the world – have chosen
to represent their parents’ countries. They finished last, but acquitted
themselves well considering they built their first bobsled out of wood 15
months ago, according to ESPN.
This year there was even the chance for me to have the best
of both worlds. Rooting for the underdog and my country at the same time.
The USA women’s hockey team hadn’t won gold since the first
time the sport was in the Olympics, in 1998. And this week, we did, beating
four-time winner Canada in an overtime shoot-out.
On the men’s side, the German national team defeated powerhouse
Canada to reach the gold-medal game. Germany men last medaled in hockey in
1976, and that was a bronze. Now they’re
guaranteed at least a silver. As of this writing, the game against the Olympic Athletes from Russia hadn’t yet been
played. Either way it turns out, it’s a stellar underdog victory for Germany.
The Hungarian men’s short track held off China and Canada in
the 5,000 meter relay to take gold. It was Hungary’s first Winter Olympic gold
medal ever. How cool is that?
USA's Red Gerard, only 17 years old, unexpectedly won gold in men’s
slopestyle, a snowboarding event.
American Chris Mazdzer won a surprise silver in men’s singles
luge, which was the USA’s first medal in that sport.
And finally, well, holy buckets. Just yesterday, the USA men’s
curling team won gold. Yes, curling.
To get to the gold medal game, the team bested Canada, which has won multiple
golds in the sport. As you probably know, curling’s not the exactly the hottest
sport in America. To get together a team that good is underdog-inspiring. Just
as every Olympics should be.
* NBC, the Nincompoop Broadcasting Company. They declared a
winner in the women’s Super-G when one-third of the field hadn’t even raced. They
didn’t even qualify it with a simple “as things stand, Anna Veith of Austria looks
likely to win.” How hard would that have been to do? Instead, they flat-out announced
Veith the winner and switched over to another event elsewhere at the Games. They
then were forced to come back and show their audience Ledecka’s winning ski on
tape delay (after showing the top-ranked women live). Good for you, Ester, for
making them look like the asses they are for covering the race like that.
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