I'm just back from a three day weekend spent in the country with a few writer friends. On Friday morning, we left New York City and drove 3 hours north to a rented house in the Catskill Mountains. We did this specifically to have an extended block of writing time, from Friday through Sunday, with no distractions. And everyone stuck to the plan. All Friday afternoon and into the evening, each of us wrote, and the same went for Saturday and Sunday from about 9 AM till about 8. Breaks were short and infrequent. After 8 came dinner (we had three topnotch cooks among us) and drinking and talk. Not a bad way to spend three days. And from what I could gather, everyone got a good bit of work done, whether it be straight writing on something new or making an editing pass on something completed. I did pretty well myself, making solid progress on the novel (could end up being a novella) I'm doing.
I found out something unexpected, though. I'm not sure why it came as a surprise actually, because it makes sense; I just didn't think of it before we embarked from the city for the weekend.
Before marriage and kids, I used to routinely write 4 hours a day. That was my goal, and sometimes I'd surpass it and sometimes do less - like 3 hours - but more days than not I hit 4 hours. But those days are long gone, what with work and familial obligations. Don't get me wrong. I was working before I had a wife and kids, but a job without a family still leaves plenty of writing time. A job with a family doesn't leave much time, but as with everything, the idea is to adapt or perish, and over time, I've become adept at working an hour here or two hours there, after work in my office, at home before bed, whenever. Through sheer necessity, I've gotten to where I don't need time to "warm up". I have my productive and less productive writing days like anyone else, but generally speaking, I sit down and get to work and something comes. Again, I don't want to give the wrong impression. My actual word count each day is small. I'm glad to get 300 words a day done. But those are 300 pretty clean words and when you think about it, if you do 250-300 words a day, let's say even 5 days a week, you're talking enough to have a novella or short novel (I've written no long ones) done in a year.
But getting back to the writing weekend escape. In that country house our group rented, I suddenly found myself having several hours to write at a clip, as I once did, and it felt odd. I was glad to have the time, but I found that I didn't have the stamina I once had. I've trained myself to do a sprinting session, as it were, and this weekend I could afford to jog for hours, but my wind wasn't quite ready for that.
I'm not complaining. The extra time was a luxury. And it's nothing remarkable to say I basically wrote 2 hours at a clip, took a short break, maybe a walk outside, fired up more coffee, and repeated the process. Each day, for three days, for several hours each day, till we had to leave. Thus the progress I made on the thing I'm working on. But it was still interesting to see how my stamina has waned because of these years of rarely having the time to do more than a couple of hours at a clip. You do get into a different headspace when you have four, five, or six hours, on a consistent basis, to write. Fatigue does its own things to your imagination; it pushes it in surprising ways; it's like in running or other endurance sports when you hit the wall and have to push through; you can get a high, a particular intense sensation, that you simply can't get from a 100 meter dash.
Now I'm home, as I said, and back on my work schedule, so it's time for the hour or two stints again. No shame in that. Adapt or perish. But I'm keeping this weekend in my mind so I remember what I need to develop again - stamina, like I used to have, the ability to sit at a desk and just write for several hours at a time. It's something to shoot for anyway, like you shoot for retirement. Will it happen? Who knows? But I'm trying to get there.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Monday, July 30, 2018
What's in a Name?
Naming characters can be a nightmare. I've heard it said editors will
reject a manuscript simply due to a character sharing the name of a
former partner or person they don't like. While I think that's more myth than fact, contrived to
illustrate how subjective rejections can be sometimes, getting character
names right is very tricky.
Brian once told me he was reading a book with a character named Brianna and reached a sex scene she was in. He couldn't read it.
Chalk that up to having a daughter with the same name, even if the spelling is different. Names can have powerful associations.
Thanks to a recent Publisher's Weekly review of The Spying Moon, I'm reminded that I have a quirk with names. I was reading the review and really surprised by the references to Kendall. All the promo and back copy refers to Moreau. She's a cop and is referenced by surname throughout 99% of the story.
And there's kind of a deal with her name. She doesn't volunteer her first name until she feels comfortable with someone, which is very deep into the book. One of her colleagues - who can be a real jerk - thinks her name is Casey... but even when that was used by someone else it was K.C. because those are her initials.
It reminded me that one of my characters in Suspicious Circumstances had a misleading name.
Why do I do this? This realization prompted a little self-examination.
I think I have a heightened sensitivity because of having the name Sandra. No matter how many times I introduce myself as Sandra people assume I go by Sandy.
And I don't. When people call you something that isn't your name there's typically one of two reasons. It's either meant as an insult or it's meant as a sign of familiarity.
With Moreau, she sticks to her last name and is occasionally called K.C. because she's a very private person. In some respects a shell, because of being an orphan. She doesn't trust easily but giving someone permission to address her in a familiar way with her first name is a sign of that trust.
She doesn't offer up any part of herself lightly.
Having a protagonist with that disposition creates its own challenges because there's even a sense of her withholding from herself at times. She isn't one to dwell on things. That's why her personal issues are soon put in a box and she tries not to think about them.
So when you read PW's review, you may want to substitute Moreau for Kendall.
(And don't equate sincerity with goodness. Some characters are sincerely awful. And there may just be an American in the mix.)
I'm thankful for a good PW review. What's in a name? When it comes to the trades, PW has a good rep they've built and maintained over the years.
Brian once told me he was reading a book with a character named Brianna and reached a sex scene she was in. He couldn't read it.
Chalk that up to having a daughter with the same name, even if the spelling is different. Names can have powerful associations.
Thanks to a recent Publisher's Weekly review of The Spying Moon, I'm reminded that I have a quirk with names. I was reading the review and really surprised by the references to Kendall. All the promo and back copy refers to Moreau. She's a cop and is referenced by surname throughout 99% of the story.
And there's kind of a deal with her name. She doesn't volunteer her first name until she feels comfortable with someone, which is very deep into the book. One of her colleagues - who can be a real jerk - thinks her name is Casey... but even when that was used by someone else it was K.C. because those are her initials.
It reminded me that one of my characters in Suspicious Circumstances had a misleading name.
Why do I do this? This realization prompted a little self-examination.
I think I have a heightened sensitivity because of having the name Sandra. No matter how many times I introduce myself as Sandra people assume I go by Sandy.
And I don't. When people call you something that isn't your name there's typically one of two reasons. It's either meant as an insult or it's meant as a sign of familiarity.
With Moreau, she sticks to her last name and is occasionally called K.C. because she's a very private person. In some respects a shell, because of being an orphan. She doesn't trust easily but giving someone permission to address her in a familiar way with her first name is a sign of that trust.
She doesn't offer up any part of herself lightly.
Having a protagonist with that disposition creates its own challenges because there's even a sense of her withholding from herself at times. She isn't one to dwell on things. That's why her personal issues are soon put in a box and she tries not to think about them.
So when you read PW's review, you may want to substitute Moreau for Kendall.
(And don't equate sincerity with goodness. Some characters are sincerely awful. And there may just be an American in the mix.)
I'm thankful for a good PW review. What's in a name? When it comes to the trades, PW has a good rep they've built and maintained over the years.
At the start of this dour yet lucid police procedural from Ruttan (Suspicious Circumstances), Kendall Moreau, a recent graduate of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police training center, is on her way to her first posting. Since early childhood, everything she has done has been motivated by her desire to find out the truth about her mother’s disappearance, and now she’s set to be stationed in the area of British Columbia where it happened. But Kendall is redirected to the “beautiful but broken” town of Maple River to join a task force investigating drug traffickers. The team’s first meeting is interrupted by the news of the discovery of a body. At the scene, the police find teenager Sammy Petersen, “a good kid from a good home,” shot through the head. The postmortem reveals that he had a lethal dose of drugs in his system. Kendall soon finds that the drug problem is just the tip of the iceberg, and she suspects that at least one of her new colleagues may be involved in the murders, assaults, and robberies that are plaguing Maple River. The subject matter may be grim, but the Canadian sensibility—everyone is so sincere—is refreshing. (Sept.)
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Sunday, July 29, 2018
A Guest Post with KJ Howe
Today I’m delighted to welcome KJ Howe, author
of the Thea Paris thrillers. The second in the series, Skyjack, hits UK shelves this week. It involves the armed takeover of a plane in Africa that
sends Thea, an international kidnap negotiator, on a jet-setting chase to stop
a global threat. KJ is a life-long world traveler and uses all that experience
to great effect in her books. Here she is to share a little of that expertise. –
Claire
Howe2FlySafe!
Summer is here, and it’s time to enjoy a
holiday getaway. Pack your bags, and don’t forget that sunscreen. And buckle up
for an exciting journey, as turbulence increases with the heat. Anyone enjoy it
when the plane shakes, rattles and rolls? My character Thea Paris sure doesn’t,
as she’s no fan of flying. And that’s what made Skyjack even more fun to write.
My latest novel required extensive travel,
including trips to Turkey—the Hagia Sophia figures prominently in the
story—Austria, as my character Johann Dietrich attends the same school that I did
in Salzburg—Italy, the home of Mafia Don Prospero Salvatore, and other exotic
locales. Nothing replaces spending time in the actual setting, as I like to
bring the sights, sounds, and tastes of the location to the reader. I also spent
extensive time researching the aviation world to bring authenticity to the dynamic
flying segments.
In this spirit, these tips will help keep you
safe in the friendly—and not-so-friendly—skies:
1. Where is the safest place to sit? The rear
of the plane. Why? These seats are the furthest ones away from the likely point
of impact, and distant from areas where fuel may catch fire. Even if you don’t
receive champagne there, you can relax knowing you truly have the best seats in
the house. Thea Paris loves the exit rows in the rear.
2. Always keep your seat belt fastened snugly
while in flight. Most aircraft injuries are caused by turbulence, which often
isn’t polite enough to announce itself. The seatbelt should be fitted snugly
across the hips. Any slack between the seatbelt and your body can increase the G-forces
you are subject to during a deceleration, increasing your chance of injury.
3. Locate the closest two exits and count the
number of rows between your seat and those egress points. If there’s an emergency and you need to leave
the plane in darkness or with your vision impaired by smoke, you will be glad you’re
prepared to feel your way out.
4. Wear comfortable shoes and loose clothing,
particularly pants, socks or nylons. DVT or Deep Vein Thrombosis is a serious
condition that can develop during air travel. Wearing clothes that don’t
restrict blood flow can help prevent it. And make sure you get up and walk
regularly.
5. Take non-stop flights on large planes. Since
most incidents occur during take-off and landing, non-stop flights are the
safest way to go. Also, the larger planes (more than 30 passengers) have
demonstrated the best survivability in crashes and are subject to the most
thorough regulatory and security scrutiny. Think big!
6. When you’re in the air, the cabin pressure
is the equivalent of being in the same altitude as Denver, so alcohol will
affect you more strongly than at sea level. Moderation is a great policy, as
this will also reduce potential involvement in air rage incidents, which are
sadly on the rise.
Enjoy your summer travel in good health and
safety. Don’t forget to bring along a cache of books to read on the beach or
plane—and you could be brave and choose to be Skyjacked on your next flight!
KJ Howe
is the author of the Thea Paris thriller series. The series debut, The Freedom Broker, recently won
Best First Novel from the International Thriller Writers. The second, Skyjack, is available this week in the UK. To write
about kidnap negotiators, Howe has interviewed
former hostages, negotiators, hostage reintegration experts, special forces
operatives, and kidnap and ransom insurance executives. She also travels
extensively, both for research and for fun. www.kjhowe.com.
Saturday, July 28, 2018
Mission Impossible: Fallout - The Best Pulp Movie This Year
by
Scott D. Parker
First of all, Mission Impossible: Fallout is a phenomenal movie. I absolutely loved it. The action scenes are as you’d expect: awesome, over-the-top, and genuinely thrilling, especially when you know and see with your own eyes that Tom Cruise is doing practically all of them. Can you believe Cruise all but started doing these action movies around the age of forty, the age where many actors stop? The man knows how to craft a film.
I sat through most of the action scenes with a big goofy grin plastered on my face, loving practically every minute of film. I even jumped a few times, as did my wife who also thoroughly enjoyed the film. Heck, even my boy, seeing only his second Cruis movie and first MI film enjoyed it. Avengers: Infinity War was fantastic for what it did, The Incredibles 2 was gloriously fun, but MI: Fallout is hands down the best thrill ride of the summer.
One of my favorite hallmarks of these movies are the scenes where something appears to happen…only to learn later that another thing also happened that set everything into motion. It’s very much like a movie serial from the 1940s where you see Captain America appears to perish in a car explosion that caromed off a cliff…only to see that he jumped off at the last minute. Can’t get enough of that kind of thing.
Lester Dent’s plan for writing a pulp story also ran through my mind during certain scenes. Naturally, Cruise’s Ethan Hunt gets into trouble, and then more trouble, and yet more trouble. Then he must face choices that veer from bad to terrible. Just like Dent tells us writers. Oh, and that very end sequence, in Dent’s tales or MI films? Always there and always satisfying.
Speaking of satisfying, Henry Cavill is wonderful in this. He’s a big brute of a man, and those fighting scenes in the bathroom (they’re in the trailer) is brutal and vicious. Rebecca Ferguson returns and she is as bad ass as she was in the last movie. Simon Pegg is always a breath of levity in movies like this, especially this one which had much more humor than you’d expect.
Seriously, go now to a theater and buy your ticket to Mission Impossible: Fallout. It’s a living pulp story. You will enjoy it. Tom Cruise guarantees it and I wholeheartedly agree.
Scott D. Parker
First of all, Mission Impossible: Fallout is a phenomenal movie. I absolutely loved it. The action scenes are as you’d expect: awesome, over-the-top, and genuinely thrilling, especially when you know and see with your own eyes that Tom Cruise is doing practically all of them. Can you believe Cruise all but started doing these action movies around the age of forty, the age where many actors stop? The man knows how to craft a film.
I sat through most of the action scenes with a big goofy grin plastered on my face, loving practically every minute of film. I even jumped a few times, as did my wife who also thoroughly enjoyed the film. Heck, even my boy, seeing only his second Cruis movie and first MI film enjoyed it. Avengers: Infinity War was fantastic for what it did, The Incredibles 2 was gloriously fun, but MI: Fallout is hands down the best thrill ride of the summer.
One of my favorite hallmarks of these movies are the scenes where something appears to happen…only to learn later that another thing also happened that set everything into motion. It’s very much like a movie serial from the 1940s where you see Captain America appears to perish in a car explosion that caromed off a cliff…only to see that he jumped off at the last minute. Can’t get enough of that kind of thing.
Lester Dent’s plan for writing a pulp story also ran through my mind during certain scenes. Naturally, Cruise’s Ethan Hunt gets into trouble, and then more trouble, and yet more trouble. Then he must face choices that veer from bad to terrible. Just like Dent tells us writers. Oh, and that very end sequence, in Dent’s tales or MI films? Always there and always satisfying.
Speaking of satisfying, Henry Cavill is wonderful in this. He’s a big brute of a man, and those fighting scenes in the bathroom (they’re in the trailer) is brutal and vicious. Rebecca Ferguson returns and she is as bad ass as she was in the last movie. Simon Pegg is always a breath of levity in movies like this, especially this one which had much more humor than you’d expect.
Seriously, go now to a theater and buy your ticket to Mission Impossible: Fallout. It’s a living pulp story. You will enjoy it. Tom Cruise guarantees it and I wholeheartedly agree.
Friday, July 27, 2018
Birthdays
About a year ago the water heater busted and before we were aware, leaked a fair amount of water into our garage. When we discovered the water, we set to removing all the cardboard boxes from the wet area. Because the boxes were already destroyed, we did quickie “keep or toss” with their contents, hoping to avoid any mold or mildew. One of these boxes had come from my parents’ garage up North, all the way down to Southern California, only to land in my garage without much thought.
This particular box was filled with binders and notebooks from my high school years. In one of these notebooks, I had written a list of things I intended to accomplish before thirty. I turned thirty-four yesterday and have only (kind of) accomplished one. I was certain I’d have a novel published by thirty. I didn’t make it. The novel I co-wrote with Andrez Bergen (Black Sails, Disco Inferno) didn’t come out until I was thirty-two, and even then, co-writing versus writing seems an important distinction. I also planned to “own property for profit” which implies I thought that first novel was going to be a best seller. And/or that I didn’t know anything about real estate when I made my list of goals.
I didn’t know much about writing as a career, either. I wrote constantly, compulsivley, sometimes to the detriment of other school work. The box also contained two novels I’d written before I graduated high school, hundreds of lists, poems, lyrics, a play, and half assed journal entries. Writing was my entire life. But I had no idea how to write a short story. I’d never attempted one. I had no idea what length a novel was expected to be (the third one I wrote was as long as the first two together). I didn’t understand anything about the business and managed to go years - frustrating, painful years - without learning it. To complicate it all more (and eventually save my ass) the internet happened in the midst of all of this.
The joke is that now I know what a query letter is, I know how to submit short stories and what to look for in a contract, I know that one novel isn’t going to turn me into a real estate tycoon - but the time and energy to write like a compulsive teenager overflowing with a desire to create is hard won. Real life hasn’t come as easy as school work did, and the kid requires a lot more attention than the dog I had growing up.
I’m not saying I’m disappointed - all the other shit I did before thirty (and it was a lot) gave me so much more to believe in, and in turn, write about. I actually did a lot of insane shit between writing that list and turning thirty. I joined the Marine Corps during war time, moved across country, got married, got divorced, and got married again. I had a kid, bought a house, travelled, made a life in the desert, and then left it behind again. Since thirty, I’ve learned how to write nonfiction, published short stories, did a script for a comic book, and saw my name on the cover of a novel I was proud of. I learned how to edit nonfiction and mentored writers, and a ton of other stuff. Stuff in the writing world teenage me didn’t even know existed.
And I’m working on that novel that will have my name on the cover - alone. If I start feeling like I disappointed teenage me too much, I’ll just remind myself that, according to all available evidence, teenage me wrote some really shitty novels, because teenage me didn’t understand a whole hell of a lot about how the world works.
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Interview with Chris Offutt
What follows is an interview with Chris Offutt, author of two novels, "The Good Brother" and his latest "Country Dark" which I review today over at Unlawful Acts. Offutt also has two short story collections "Kentucky Straight" and "Out of the Woods". He has written for TV and movies and has a couple of essay collections published as well.
By David Nemeth
David: Somewhere in the first few pages of “Country Dark”, your novel became a deliberate slow read for me as a way to increase my enjoyment of the book. There is a sense of sound in the words, each sentence as important as the last. I know this is kind of a broad question, but can you talk a little about the poetry in your writing and your process to get to the final draft?
Chris: As you say, each sentence is important. The precision of language is important to me as a writer, and also a reader. When I work, I hear rhythm and cadence, off-rhyme, slant-rhyme, assonance, and tone. Mainly I work in a visual fashion. I see with great clarity what I imagine, then try to record it with care. Dialogue is similar—I watch the characters and listen to what they say.
Writing fiction is the best way I’ve found to quell the restlessness of my mind. By fully engaging the process—paying attention to everything the characters do and say, observing the landscape they inhabit—all this provides a kind of euphoric escape for me. I feel better for having written, despite the challenge of the task. The more I seek precision of language, the better I feel later.
I have long believed that language is the foremost tool of humanity. Like any workman, I try to maintain my tools and use them in the best way possible. I strive for meaning, sense, and clarity with every line. The kind of book I like to read communicates multitudes in every sentence—description, action, imagery, emotional insight.
As far as getting to the final draft, I just keep revising until I’m satisfied.
David: One of the takeaways I had of your Harper’s essay, “In The Hollow”, is that the people of the Appalachians are not going to become a homogenized version of an American. You have become a spokesperson for the people of Appalachia. I’m not asking you to get political, but what is that we on the coasts and in the big cities get wrong with the area as well as the people? What is that we don’t understand?
Chris: What most people everywhere don’t understand are the limits of their own mind. It’s easier to be close-minded and believe stereotypes and myths instead of learning about others. This is particularly true for people from big cities. Often they consider themselves urbane and sophisticated by virtue of where they live. It rarely occurs to them that they are provincial in their thinking.
When people in the northeast and the west coast learn where I’m from, the jokes start, jokes that are never funny. Shortly after that comes the under-estimation, the assumption of stupidity. It rarely occurs to people that they are dealing with an individual who is just like them, but with a very different background. In my work I try to provide insight and understanding of the eastern Kentucky culture.
David: It was over twenty years between your two novels “The Good Brother” and “Country Dark”. During that time, you spent several years writing screenplays and a memoir or two. First, what influence has writing screenplays and even teaching creative writing had on your approach to your own writing?
Chris: A good screenplay is a blueprint for production that must convey information to all the departments involved—props, wardrobe, director, actor, cinematography etc. Then that group of strangers work together to make something that another group of strangers will watch on a screen. Once I understood that, I was able to assemble a screenplay. Movies and TV are a visual medium. I suspect that working in that field helped hone the visual side of my imagination. However, it’s too early to know for sure.
Teaching creative writing has the same influence on my writing as every other part-time job I’ve ever had—over 60 of them now. Each job offers me the freedom to devote large chunks of time to my work. Each job had its benefits and drawbacks. Teaching puts me in a literate environment with access to libraries and bookstores. Being a screenwriter paid more but took up more time, and was a very high-pressure environment. I liked being a dishwasher best—simple task, free meals, and no anxiety. Unfortunately it didn’t pay well.
The biggest influence on my writing has been observation, listening, talking with strangers, travel, solitude in the woods—and reading.
David: Second, are we going to have to wait another twenty years for your next novel? Or, maybe the politer question would be, what’s next for you?
Chris: I wrote two novels that I was not satisfied with. They were set in Kentucky, one in Louisville and one in Lexington. It turns out that in fiction, as with life, I’m more comfortable in the woods than cities. I am currently at work on a novel set in the hills of Kentucky.
David: Your two short story collections, “Kentucky Straight” and “Out of the Woods”, are highly regarded. Every year critics talk about the death of short stories and yet the form persists in its existence. What is it the attraction to the form as a writer and even as a reader?
Chris: Readers buy far more novels than collections of short stories. Publishers are reluctant to publish them except as a first book from a young writer. Since there are few collections every year, critics start their incessant talk about the dying of the form.
As a writer, the attraction is very simple—I can experiment within a short story and learn the results quickly, good or bad. If the experiment fails, it’s easier to discard fifteen or twenty pages than it is to shelve a 250 page novel.
As a reader, I’m always interested in short stories. The form is compressed by its nature, and I can learn from reading stories. Most collections are first books which means the writer has absolutely nothing to lose and is willing to take enormous risks on the page. That gets harder the more you write, the older you get, and especially with novels.
David: Give me five (or more) Appalachian books or writers to read. Genre does not matter.
Chris:
Chris Offutt (Photo by Sandra Dyas) |
David: Somewhere in the first few pages of “Country Dark”, your novel became a deliberate slow read for me as a way to increase my enjoyment of the book. There is a sense of sound in the words, each sentence as important as the last. I know this is kind of a broad question, but can you talk a little about the poetry in your writing and your process to get to the final draft?
Chris: As you say, each sentence is important. The precision of language is important to me as a writer, and also a reader. When I work, I hear rhythm and cadence, off-rhyme, slant-rhyme, assonance, and tone. Mainly I work in a visual fashion. I see with great clarity what I imagine, then try to record it with care. Dialogue is similar—I watch the characters and listen to what they say.
Writing fiction is the best way I’ve found to quell the restlessness of my mind. By fully engaging the process—paying attention to everything the characters do and say, observing the landscape they inhabit—all this provides a kind of euphoric escape for me. I feel better for having written, despite the challenge of the task. The more I seek precision of language, the better I feel later.
I have long believed that language is the foremost tool of humanity. Like any workman, I try to maintain my tools and use them in the best way possible. I strive for meaning, sense, and clarity with every line. The kind of book I like to read communicates multitudes in every sentence—description, action, imagery, emotional insight.
As far as getting to the final draft, I just keep revising until I’m satisfied.
David: One of the takeaways I had of your Harper’s essay, “In The Hollow”, is that the people of the Appalachians are not going to become a homogenized version of an American. You have become a spokesperson for the people of Appalachia. I’m not asking you to get political, but what is that we on the coasts and in the big cities get wrong with the area as well as the people? What is that we don’t understand?
Chris: What most people everywhere don’t understand are the limits of their own mind. It’s easier to be close-minded and believe stereotypes and myths instead of learning about others. This is particularly true for people from big cities. Often they consider themselves urbane and sophisticated by virtue of where they live. It rarely occurs to them that they are provincial in their thinking.
When people in the northeast and the west coast learn where I’m from, the jokes start, jokes that are never funny. Shortly after that comes the under-estimation, the assumption of stupidity. It rarely occurs to people that they are dealing with an individual who is just like them, but with a very different background. In my work I try to provide insight and understanding of the eastern Kentucky culture.
Chris: A good screenplay is a blueprint for production that must convey information to all the departments involved—props, wardrobe, director, actor, cinematography etc. Then that group of strangers work together to make something that another group of strangers will watch on a screen. Once I understood that, I was able to assemble a screenplay. Movies and TV are a visual medium. I suspect that working in that field helped hone the visual side of my imagination. However, it’s too early to know for sure.
Teaching creative writing has the same influence on my writing as every other part-time job I’ve ever had—over 60 of them now. Each job offers me the freedom to devote large chunks of time to my work. Each job had its benefits and drawbacks. Teaching puts me in a literate environment with access to libraries and bookstores. Being a screenwriter paid more but took up more time, and was a very high-pressure environment. I liked being a dishwasher best—simple task, free meals, and no anxiety. Unfortunately it didn’t pay well.
The biggest influence on my writing has been observation, listening, talking with strangers, travel, solitude in the woods—and reading.
David: Second, are we going to have to wait another twenty years for your next novel? Or, maybe the politer question would be, what’s next for you?
Chris: I wrote two novels that I was not satisfied with. They were set in Kentucky, one in Louisville and one in Lexington. It turns out that in fiction, as with life, I’m more comfortable in the woods than cities. I am currently at work on a novel set in the hills of Kentucky.
David: Your two short story collections, “Kentucky Straight” and “Out of the Woods”, are highly regarded. Every year critics talk about the death of short stories and yet the form persists in its existence. What is it the attraction to the form as a writer and even as a reader?
As a writer, the attraction is very simple—I can experiment within a short story and learn the results quickly, good or bad. If the experiment fails, it’s easier to discard fifteen or twenty pages than it is to shelve a 250 page novel.
As a reader, I’m always interested in short stories. The form is compressed by its nature, and I can learn from reading stories. Most collections are first books which means the writer has absolutely nothing to lose and is willing to take enormous risks on the page. That gets harder the more you write, the older you get, and especially with novels.
David: Give me five (or more) Appalachian books or writers to read. Genre does not matter.
Chris:
River of Earth, by James Still
The Hawk’s Done Gone, by Mildred Haun
The Stories of Breece D’J Pancake, by Breece D’J Pancake
The Tall Woman by Wilma Dykeman
One Foot in Eden by Ron Rash
Hell and Ohio by Chris Holbrook
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
See Ya, Hope Ya Had a Real Good Time...
That was the goodbye song on a children's television show that I watched called "The Magic Garden" where two hippies had adventures with an inchworm and a squirrel. It played on local access in the New York area, and like all nostalgia, has a small cult following who probably have unwholesome thoughts about squirrels.
I've been having trouble coming up with what to talk about here, and I apologize for the generally insipid filler posts that I've foisted on you on occasion. When you start phoning it in or dreading the prospect, it is time to step down and give the space to someone else, and that time is now.
Thanks to Steve Weddle and Holly West for inviting me here, and to all the Damaged who keep this site bustling. Keep writing great crime fiction.
-Tommy
I've been having trouble coming up with what to talk about here, and I apologize for the generally insipid filler posts that I've foisted on you on occasion. When you start phoning it in or dreading the prospect, it is time to step down and give the space to someone else, and that time is now.
Thanks to Steve Weddle and Holly West for inviting me here, and to all the Damaged who keep this site bustling. Keep writing great crime fiction.
-Tommy
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Obvious Maybe, But I Never Thought of It
It's exciting when you're reading and come across an idea that gives you insights into how to approach something in your own writing. That idea may not even be a complicated one, or a particularly unusual one, but because you never thought of it quite so clearly as the writer you're reading expresses it, the notion it describes or the approach it suggests strikes you as a revelation.
I had this experience recently while reading the preface to Montalbano's First Case and Other Stories. The book is a collection of twenty-one stories that Andrea Camilleri himself chose from the many more tales he has written about his Sicilian police inspector, Salvo Montalbano. He says that when he wrote his first book of short stories, A Month with Montalbano, in the late 1990's, there was "a precise but unstated intention guiding" the creation of the volume's stories. "This intention was to compose a series of 'portraits' of Sicilian characters, and therefore the stories didn't necessarily have to revolve around murders but could also concern investigations into memory, false robberies, conjugal infidelities, petty vendettas, and so on. I used the 'police procedural,' in short, only as a pretext.
I followed the same guidelines with the twenty stories in the second short-fiction collection...Here, too, the more or less 'procedural' circumstances served as a springboard to explore characters, settings, and situations."
Now Camilleri isn't writing anything terribly original here. Crime fiction writers of all types - whether doing classic detective stories, hardboiled fiction or noir, or novel length procedurals - have used their chosen form within the genre to study characters and delve into settings and situations. But no writer I've read has expressed so bluntly that he's using crime fiction, or, specifically, the procedural form, as a pretext for investigations into things not related to crime - like memory - or into crimes and transgressions so minor that it's clear the "crimes" are not the focus.
I don't know. Maybe his statement of intention struck a chord because the idea is one I've been toying with hazily for some time. As I've gotten older, I've come to enjoy procedurals a good bit more than I did when younger. There's something about them (when well done, as goes for any type of writing) that reflects the rhythms of life, I find. Yet I don't really want to write a procedural, and I'm not sure I could. Telling a story through methodical and linear accretion of detail, which is how most procedurals work, is not a prospect I find enticing. But to tell short story procedurals, following one character around as he investigates all manner of human behavior in various settings and circumstances - this is something I suspect I'd like writing immensely. And somehow those couple of sentences Camilleri wrote about his own process doing this has given me a clue of how I might do it.
So we'll see. I have stuff to finish that will occupy me for awhile. But in the meantime, I can start jotting down notes with the idea of maybe one day writing that collection, built around one investigator, where there are mysteries galore but the procedural aspect is really - and there's no shame in saying it - a pretext.
I had this experience recently while reading the preface to Montalbano's First Case and Other Stories. The book is a collection of twenty-one stories that Andrea Camilleri himself chose from the many more tales he has written about his Sicilian police inspector, Salvo Montalbano. He says that when he wrote his first book of short stories, A Month with Montalbano, in the late 1990's, there was "a precise but unstated intention guiding" the creation of the volume's stories. "This intention was to compose a series of 'portraits' of Sicilian characters, and therefore the stories didn't necessarily have to revolve around murders but could also concern investigations into memory, false robberies, conjugal infidelities, petty vendettas, and so on. I used the 'police procedural,' in short, only as a pretext.
I followed the same guidelines with the twenty stories in the second short-fiction collection...Here, too, the more or less 'procedural' circumstances served as a springboard to explore characters, settings, and situations."
Now Camilleri isn't writing anything terribly original here. Crime fiction writers of all types - whether doing classic detective stories, hardboiled fiction or noir, or novel length procedurals - have used their chosen form within the genre to study characters and delve into settings and situations. But no writer I've read has expressed so bluntly that he's using crime fiction, or, specifically, the procedural form, as a pretext for investigations into things not related to crime - like memory - or into crimes and transgressions so minor that it's clear the "crimes" are not the focus.
I don't know. Maybe his statement of intention struck a chord because the idea is one I've been toying with hazily for some time. As I've gotten older, I've come to enjoy procedurals a good bit more than I did when younger. There's something about them (when well done, as goes for any type of writing) that reflects the rhythms of life, I find. Yet I don't really want to write a procedural, and I'm not sure I could. Telling a story through methodical and linear accretion of detail, which is how most procedurals work, is not a prospect I find enticing. But to tell short story procedurals, following one character around as he investigates all manner of human behavior in various settings and circumstances - this is something I suspect I'd like writing immensely. And somehow those couple of sentences Camilleri wrote about his own process doing this has given me a clue of how I might do it.
So we'll see. I have stuff to finish that will occupy me for awhile. But in the meantime, I can start jotting down notes with the idea of maybe one day writing that collection, built around one investigator, where there are mysteries galore but the procedural aspect is really - and there's no shame in saying it - a pretext.
Monday, July 23, 2018
"The Accused"
"The Accused" is more gut-wrenching today.
Thirty years ago Hollywood, whether by choice or chance, did something right. Directed by Jonathan Kaplan ("Over the Edge") The Accused, starring Jodie Foster and Kelly McGillis, was released in October of 1988 and would eventually become a highly regarded example of American cinema, winning Oscars, Golden Globes, BAFTAs and more.
The film is brutal and hard to watch, but important. Necessary. The movie begins, a young woman, Sarah Tobias (Jodie Foster), is seen beaten, terrified and running for help after being gang raped in the backroom of a bar. Despite the bar being crowded, no one comes to her rescue and some patrons even watch and cheer. After escaping she finds herself victimized again as she and her, at first reluctant, state appointed lawyer (Kelly McGillis) try to bring her attackers and the bystanders who did nothing to justice.
Details of the fictional, though inspired by real events, tale mirror current news and headlines. Within it’s clean, noir-inspired story telling "The Accused" highlights the public’s tendency towards victim-blaming and emotional separation.
We see Sarah viciously cross-examined during the trial. She is questioned about past relationships. What she was wearing the night of the rape. Whether she was drinking. What she was doing out alone in the first place. An insinuation that Sarah was complicit in her own attack. The questioning of a victim’s personal life, including sexual history and preferred dress, is a process that continues today. In 2016 a convicted rapist in London was granted a retrial after previous romantic partners of the victim gave testimony regarding their sexual relations with the woman. BBC
The nature of complicity is further examined in the movie when those who watched and cheered the rape are also put on trial. At a time when powerful men are finally being brought to task for their disturbing behavior, think Weinstein, Cosby and Nassar, we are beginning to underline the importance of taking down the environment that allows rape to happen. Imagine the amount of people who knew about Jerry Sandusky’s abuses and allowed those kids to be abused or helped in the planning and cover-up. CBS
The film echoes recent real-life examples of classicism, as well. One attacker is a young college student, aggressively supported by his wealthy and powerful father, pledged to a fraternity and looking forward to a bright future. His place in society is used against the victim and informs his lesser charge and lenient sentence. The disregard for the victim and compassion for the perpetrator is frighteningly similar to the Stanford rape case of 2015. USA Today
Recently, I watched "The Accused"again and it left me with the same feelings I had when originally viewing. Stomach turning sadness. Anger and rage, but my anger has doubled, as it seems our society has not changed so very much in these thirty years.
Sunday, July 22, 2018
When It Hits Too Close to Home
By Claire Booth
My first
novel starts out with a boat crash on Table Rock Lake, near Branson, Missouri.
Passengers are stranded and need to be rescued. All of them make it to shore
safely.
I wrote that
book four years ago, but Thursday part of it became reality. In the worst way
possible. An amphibious boat full of tourists sank in a sudden storm on that
very lake. Seventeen people drowned, including nine from one family.
Table Rock Lake in better weather. Table Rock Dam is in the background. |
Hearing that
was like a gut punch. I never imagined that the real world would take a set of
circumstances I used in fiction and turn it into something unimaginably worse. So
now I’m watching and reading the news of this tragedy with an even heavier
heart than I normally would. It’s a lot more personal.
I know how
quickly storms can strike in the Ozarks. The weather radar can track them
coming, but if you’re not paying attention to that, all you see is blue sky
until it’s suddenly black and the wind and rain hit in a torrent. Many locals
said Thursday’s storm and the waves it generated were the worst they’d ever
seen.
I know how Branson
very much realizes that tourism is its bread-and-butter, and that people from
all over the Midwest flock there for a family-friendly good time. Fishing,
hiking, camping, country music shows, go-kart rides, a gigantic Ferris wheel, a
water park, Silver Dollar City and its nationally known roller coasters, the Branson Belle showboat.
(In fact,
the Belle itself crashed on Table
Rock Lake in 2010, running aground and trapping more than 500 passengers on
board until a rescue operation could be arranged. That incident – which had no
fatalities – inspired my novel’s fictitious boat crash, which set the mystery
in motion and resulted in the discovery of the murder that my sheriff character
has to solve. To think there has now been another huge accident on the lake is
almost unbelievable.)
And I know
about the Ride the Ducks amphibious boats. They’re an ubiquitous sight on the
streets of Branson as drivers tour past land-based points of interest before
they head toward Table Rock Lake and a cruise on the water. Each craft is
supposed to carry enough life jackets for every passenger.
On Thursday,
none of the people who marina dock hand Todd Lawrence and his co-workers pulled from the
water were wearing life jackets, he told the New York Times. A Missouri State Highway Patrol report released
Saturday afternoon confirmed that none of the people on board the Duck boat
were wearing “safety devices.”
There are
many like Lawrence in Branson. People who rush to help, any way they can. Employees
of the Belle, which was docked near
where the Duck boat went down, jumped into the water and tried to save
passengers, according to the Springfield (Mo.)
News-Leader. Private boat owners also plowed through the dangerous waves
and pulled unresponsive people out of the water. People converged on City Hall
to help survivors and the families of those who died. Hundreds of them attended
a vigil.
“We do what
Branson does best; we love on everybody. When the families came to City Hall,
that was our goal. To make them feel loved, feel comforted,” Branson Mayor
Karen Best said on OzarksFirst.com. The whole community was grieving for the
victims, she said. “Our hearts are broken.”
Mine is,
too.
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