As anyone who knows me will tell you, I'm a big fan of Michael Connelly's books. Whether he's writing relative new kid on the block Mickey Haller, or his original creation Hieronymus Bosch (understandably he goes by Harry), I'm never disappointed with a new Connelly novel.
So it was with a sense of anticipation mixed with trepidation that I approached Bosch, the newly-unveiled pilot for a Harry Bosch TV series produced by Amazon under their new television-production arm. Would they get it right? Just as importantly, would it generate enough interest to go to full series?
To be honest, I wasn't overly worried going in, since the pedigree is reassuringly top notch: the showrunner is The Wire's Eric Overmyer, Titus Welliver has been great in everything else (and certainly looks the part in the title role) and most importantly, Connelly himself has been deeply involved in the whole production, from casting to co-writing the opening episode.
An oft-reported clause in Connelly's deal guarantees that the show will be shot in Los Angeles, not Toronto or Prague or somewhere else standing in for Los Angeles. This pays off immediately in the cold open as Harry chases a suspect by car and on foot through various unmistakeably-LA locations. The sequence, taken from early Bosch novel The Concrete Blonde, sets up the main subplot of the pilot: Harry facing a civil suit for fatally shooting said suspect. Having read the book, I know the answer to whether or not the shooting was justified, but interestingly, the pilot is slightly vague on the details of what happened. This gives Bosch's character a little ambiguity for the episode, which does a great job establishing his outsider credentials without falling into any of the usual clichés. Okay, showing him smoking right beside a No Smoking sign is a little clichéd, but it's funny.
The rest of the story is taken from City of Bones. Neither subplot is in any way resolved during the episode, and it looks like they're going for season-long narrative arcs rather than done-in-one procedurals. I think they've made a sensible choice. Cherrypicking elements from a couple of books to focus on for a season seems like a smarter option than attempting to adapt a book per episode, or making up brand new stories that happen to star Harry Bosch. Going on the evidence of this episode, the series doesn't aim for a slavish adaptation of the books, but it does import plenty of characters, story points and atmosphere from the source, so that it captures the spirit of the novels. In this, it reminded me a little of Brian Helgeland and Curtis Hanson's loose adaptation of James Ellroy's LA Confidential: breaking down the source material for parts and reassembling it in a new, but equally compelling, configuration.
The series looks great, making use of some well-chosen LA locations (including an actual in-service police squadroom), and managing to capture the contemporary/classic noir feel of Connelly's writing. Welliver is excellent as Bosch, managing the fine balancing act of convincing as a loner without being an asshole to everyone around him. The supporting cast is also strong, with a few familiar faces. I was pleased to see Hershel from The Walking Dead seems to have survived his decapitation, as the character was reassuringly identical. Most pleasingly of all, they managed to squeeze in a couple of moments of Harry sitting on the deck of his home, drinking beer and listening to jazz, brooding as he gazes out at his city.
I was looking forward to watching this going in, but Bosch managed to exceed my expectations. My regard for the source material no doubt contributed to my enjoyment of the pilot, but I suspect I'd be just as keen to watch more if I'd never read any of the books. I enjoyed this just as much as a fan of high-end procedurals like The Wire, of the languorous character studies of Mad Men, and of classic film noir and the city of Los Angeles itself.
You can watch the Bosch pilot for free until the end of February by clicking on the links below, and you can help make sure Amazon orders a full series by reviewing and rating it afterwards.
Join me as I read as many thrillers as I can get my hands on: from hard boiled noir to forensic mystery, from modern greats to the old masters. I've also written a thriller of my own...
Saturday, 8 February 2014
Friday, 24 January 2014
What I read last year
With everything else on, I didn't get the chance to blog about everything I read last year. With a deadline on a new book and a day job, something had to give and I'm afraid it was blog entries!
However, I did manage to keep up with my reading, and thanks to Goodreads' handy My Year in Books collation page, I know that I read 33 books last year, including a fair chunk of the original Bond books.
Not all of the books I read were thrillers, but I thought it would be fun to catch up by giving them each a micro-review, picking up where I left off after my last review back in May.
Elmore Leonard once again reminded me that great dialogue is the best way to build characters (if only anyone else could do it as well). Connelly's fully-formed Bosch demonstrates the staying power of a good character. Baldacci's primary hook is enough to get anyone started reading, but it's important to give your reader no choice but to stick around.
Up next: Fleming, Black and Kernick...
However, I did manage to keep up with my reading, and thanks to Goodreads' handy My Year in Books collation page, I know that I read 33 books last year, including a fair chunk of the original Bond books.
Not all of the books I read were thrillers, but I thought it would be fun to catch up by giving them each a micro-review, picking up where I left off after my last review back in May.
- Raylan by Elmore Leonard | Predictably great crime novel from the master, which is actually more of a short story collection connected by its titular hero. Little did I know as I was reading it that it would be the final Elmore Leonard book to be published in his lifetime.
- The Concrete Blonde by Michael Connelly | One of the early Harry Bosch novels, but the character and style is already fully formed. Interesting reading Harry before his history and supporting cast expanded, and fascinating to note the cultural and technological shift between the early nineties and now - remember VHS?
- Absolute Power by David Baldacci | A really great example of the kind of thriller that sells a bazillion copies because it's unputdownable. Extremely polished for a debut novel: memorable characters, a plot that keeps you turning the pages, and most of all, an absolutely fantastic hook: what if you witnessed the president committing a murder?
Elmore Leonard once again reminded me that great dialogue is the best way to build characters (if only anyone else could do it as well). Connelly's fully-formed Bosch demonstrates the staying power of a good character. Baldacci's primary hook is enough to get anyone started reading, but it's important to give your reader no choice but to stick around.
Up next: Fleming, Black and Kernick...
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Diamonds Are Forever
Ian Fleming
(1956)
With its two fighting claws held forward like a wrestler's arms the big pandenus scorpion emerged with a dry rustle from the finger sized hole under the rock.
***
This one is a bit of a departure for Fleming. Reading online reviews, I came into it with the impression that it's one of the lesser of the classic novels, but I came away pleasantly surprised.
I remember seeing an edition of this one in Borders about ten years ago that sported a quote on the cover from Raymond Chandler. I just made a half-hearted attempt to track it down using Google and failed miserably but to paraphrase, it was something like "Fleming writes about America more convincingly than any other Brit."
After finally getting around to reading it, the Chandler quote on the cover of that decade-old edition makes sense. Not just because Fleming devotes large swathes of the book to effectively bringing to life various aspects of 50s America, from Las Vegas to horse racing to cars to the mafia; but because at times this book feels very much like Bond dropped into a Philip Marlowe adventure. This isn't all that surprising, as the two men were contemporaries and friends, as evidenced by their amusingly stilted 1958 co-interview of each other.
Initially, this is most obvious in the American location and the choice of adversary. Rather than facing off against an erudite European supervillain like Le Chiffre or Blofeld, Bond finds himself up against a group of colourful American gangsters with names like Shady Tree. As others have pointed out, this is one of the few Bond novels where the villain isn't working for SMERSH or SPECTRE. The love interest, Tiffany Case, is an excellent femme fatale whose snappy dialogue and hard-to-get attitude adds to the hard-boiled atmosphere. But the Chandler influence is most keenly felt in Bond's musings toward the end of the book, reminiscent of the more philosophical of Philip Marlowe's reflections:
As he walked slowly across the cabin to the bathroom, Bond met the blank eyes of the body on the floor. And the eyes of the man whose blood group had been F spoke to him and said, "Mister, nothing is forever. Only death is permanent. Nothing is forever except what you did to me."
When I read that sequence, I suddenly realised how Chandleresque the title is, if you can disassociate it from decades of being attached to the worst Connery film. Diamonds are Forever goes quite nicely along with Farewell my Lovely as an offbeat title for a thriller.
The pace of the book is sedate by modern standards, with Fleming devoting pages to atmosphere and background information about the places Bond goes that, while interesting, have no relevance to the story. These sequences clearly put some modern readers off, and it's hard to imagine a thriller writer getting them past his editor today, but I have to confess I liked them. Reading the book was like reading an engaging travelogue that occasionally takes a break for a gunfight or car chase. If that sounds like damning with faint praise, I certainly don't mean it that way.
The plot itself is reasonably forgettable, but I still got a lot out of this book. Careful readers will have noticed by now that I couldn't care less about plot if you give me atmosphere, strong characters and smart dialogue, and I'm in good company, because Chandler himself felt the same way.
The scene-setting and obsessive attention to detail come as standard, of course, but I found the characterisation in this Bond a notch above the others I've read so far. Case emerges as my favourite literary Bond-girl so far (the fact she's not killed off actually qualifies as a twist at this point), and for the first time, you begin to get a handle on the character of Bond himself.
What I learned:
(1956)
With its two fighting claws held forward like a wrestler's arms the big pandenus scorpion emerged with a dry rustle from the finger sized hole under the rock.
***
This one is a bit of a departure for Fleming. Reading online reviews, I came into it with the impression that it's one of the lesser of the classic novels, but I came away pleasantly surprised.
I remember seeing an edition of this one in Borders about ten years ago that sported a quote on the cover from Raymond Chandler. I just made a half-hearted attempt to track it down using Google and failed miserably but to paraphrase, it was something like "Fleming writes about America more convincingly than any other Brit."
After finally getting around to reading it, the Chandler quote on the cover of that decade-old edition makes sense. Not just because Fleming devotes large swathes of the book to effectively bringing to life various aspects of 50s America, from Las Vegas to horse racing to cars to the mafia; but because at times this book feels very much like Bond dropped into a Philip Marlowe adventure. This isn't all that surprising, as the two men were contemporaries and friends, as evidenced by their amusingly stilted 1958 co-interview of each other.
Initially, this is most obvious in the American location and the choice of adversary. Rather than facing off against an erudite European supervillain like Le Chiffre or Blofeld, Bond finds himself up against a group of colourful American gangsters with names like Shady Tree. As others have pointed out, this is one of the few Bond novels where the villain isn't working for SMERSH or SPECTRE. The love interest, Tiffany Case, is an excellent femme fatale whose snappy dialogue and hard-to-get attitude adds to the hard-boiled atmosphere. But the Chandler influence is most keenly felt in Bond's musings toward the end of the book, reminiscent of the more philosophical of Philip Marlowe's reflections:
As he walked slowly across the cabin to the bathroom, Bond met the blank eyes of the body on the floor. And the eyes of the man whose blood group had been F spoke to him and said, "Mister, nothing is forever. Only death is permanent. Nothing is forever except what you did to me."
When I read that sequence, I suddenly realised how Chandleresque the title is, if you can disassociate it from decades of being attached to the worst Connery film. Diamonds are Forever goes quite nicely along with Farewell my Lovely as an offbeat title for a thriller.
The pace of the book is sedate by modern standards, with Fleming devoting pages to atmosphere and background information about the places Bond goes that, while interesting, have no relevance to the story. These sequences clearly put some modern readers off, and it's hard to imagine a thriller writer getting them past his editor today, but I have to confess I liked them. Reading the book was like reading an engaging travelogue that occasionally takes a break for a gunfight or car chase. If that sounds like damning with faint praise, I certainly don't mean it that way.
The plot itself is reasonably forgettable, but I still got a lot out of this book. Careful readers will have noticed by now that I couldn't care less about plot if you give me atmosphere, strong characters and smart dialogue, and I'm in good company, because Chandler himself felt the same way.
The scene-setting and obsessive attention to detail come as standard, of course, but I found the characterisation in this Bond a notch above the others I've read so far. Case emerges as my favourite literary Bond-girl so far (the fact she's not killed off actually qualifies as a twist at this point), and for the first time, you begin to get a handle on the character of Bond himself.
What I learned:
- Even seemingly perfect heroes can benefit from some emotional depth
- A good writer can make you want to keep reading, even for pages of descriptions of horse races and mudbaths
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Free promotion for Stephen King fans
My Kindle sales have gradually declined over the past few months, although I seem to have racked up some sales on other platforms through Smashwords since pulling my books out of the overly-restrictive KDP exclusive program.
I hadn't got around to uploading Shining in the Dark - Stephen King: Page to Screen, my non-fiction book on four classic Stephen King books and movies, to Smashwords. I guess in part this was because it doesn't feel like one of my 'proper' books. It was the first thing I experimented with in e-publishing though, and still sells a copy or so a month. I guess you could do worse if you're a college student looking for ideas on a dissertation. That's exactly how Shining in the Dark began life of course - as the final piece of coursework en route to my glorious 2:1 Bachelor of Arts from Stirling University. I'm told the tutors still hold that up as an example of how you can write a passing dissertation about anything.
Anyway, I decided that since I wasn't doing anything else with it, I might as well sign this one back up with KDP Select again and see if running a free promotion might give my other book sales a shot in the arm. Maybe Amazon has sorted its ranking algorithm so that giveaways actually help sales, like they used to. I'm not holding my breath.
The book is a nice quick read at around 100 pages, and looks at the novels Carrie, The Shining, Christine and The Shawshank Redemption, and the respective movie adaptations by De Palma, Kubrick, Carpenter and Darabont. If you're a fan of King or any of those movies, what do you have to lose?
You can get the book free for Kindle all day on Wednesday 1st May from Amazon US and Amazon UK.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
The Day of the Jackal
Frederick Forsyth
(1971)
It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad
***
The Day of the Jackal has something in common with a couple of the other books I’ve read this year. Just like Casino Royale and The Bourne Identity, it belongs to a surprisingly large sub-genre of thrillers written by men who wanted a career change, decided to sit down and write a bestselling thriller, and then did exactly that. More recently, Lee Child’s Killing Floor is in the same group. I’m not sure there’s any other genre where there’s so many examples of first-time novelists consciously attempting to construct a commercial hit, and managing to pull it off. Perhaps it’s because thrillers and crime novels are perennial bestsellers, and therefore attract the more business-minded authors. Maybe there are similar examples in romance and chick-lit.
But all of that is just background to Frederick Forsyth’s debut thriller. The important thing, and the other thing is shares with the first outings of Bond and Bourne and Reacher, is that it’s awesome.
I’ve always been a sucker for ‘process’ scenes in thrillers. Not procedural, exactly, but process: i.e. the details and minutiae of how elite professionals go about their business. I love reading about all of the various obscure signs and tells James Bond looks out for to confirm how Goldfinger cheats at Canasta. I like to know exactly how Reacher manages to function with only an ATM card and a toothbrush, and what logistical issues he has to overcome to do so. I get really into the parts of Joseph Finder books where he talks about the various technological sleights of hand his hero uses to steal a password. I love all of that stuff just as much as I love the car chases and gunfights. Perhaps more than I love the car chases and gunfights. Maybe that’s just me, although judging by the success of books like these, I doubt it.
Anyway, The Day of the Jackal is a novel that’s pretty much entirely composed of stuff like this, so obviously I loved it.
The book is split into three parts: Anatomy of a Plot, Anatomy of a Manhunt and Anatomy of a Kill, and each part does exactly what it tells you it’s going to do. Opening with a nailbiting account of a true-life assassination attempt that fully exploits Forsyth’s background in journalism, part one takes you through every detail of a plot to kill French president Charles de Gaulle, from the dissidents coming up with a last-ditch plan, to the recruitment of a master assassin – The Jackal – and his meticulous preparations from then on.
Part two shifts focus to the attempts by the French authorities, and one dogged French cop in particular, to track the killer down and foil his plan. Again, it’s all about the process: chasing down leads, finding traces of the killer, second-guessing his plan. The final part, inevitably, is where the two halves of the book converge.
It’s the best-constructed thriller I can remember reading. It’s testament to how well-written and well-designed (odd to be describing a book as designed, but that's exactly what it is) the book is that you’re on the edge of the seat at all times, even though the reader starts the book with the knowledge that the Jackal will not succeed, because Charles de Gaulle was not assassinated in 1963. In some ways, it resembles James Ellroy’s American Tabloid: the outcome of the assassination attempt is never in doubt, but you keep reading for the characters and the twists and the intricate details of dangerous professions and lost worlds.
What I learned: how people do things can be every bit as engaging as what they do.
Saturday, 16 March 2013
Cinnamon Skin

John D. MacDonald
(1984)
There are no hundred-percent heroes.
***
The last time I read a Travis McGee book was about a decade ago, so picking up Cinnamon Skin was like catching up on an old friend from college. The main reason for the gap between reading the last one (Freefall in Crimson, if memory serves) was nothing to do with the quality of the product and everything to do with availability. I can't remember the last time I saw a Travis McGee paperback in a bookshop, library or even a charity shop.
I don't know if these books are out of print worldwide, or just in the UK, but either way it's a mystery: firstly because it's a great example of a mainstream thriller series, secondly because MacDonald has influenced a lot of today's bestsellers, notably one Lee Child.
Reading this book in 2013 it becomes clear that Travis McGee is the missing link between Philip Marlowe and Jack Reacher: a tough, world-weary detective who operates outside the system and is given to bouts of philosophising between fist fights.
With some honourable exceptions, I've always preferred my thriller protagonists to be PIs and amateurs rather than cops: there's something about the lone individual operating outside of the system that's somehow fundamental to the form. I've read and enjoyed straight-up procedurals too, but for me you lose something when the hero has too much official help and too many resources. The cops I do like tend to be the mavericks like Harry Bosch and John Rebus: men who are often at odds with their superiors and who tend to solve the case despite their respective law enforcement organisations rather than because of them.
McGee is positioned even more outside of the system than most: he's not even a licenced private detective, rather a 'salvage expert' who takes on hopeless causes, taking fifty percent of the value of the item recovered in lieu of expenses. He's light on roots and possessions, living on a boat moored in Fort Lauderdale - not quite the zen minimalism of Jack Reacher's existence, but absolutely along the same lines. It's a great setup for a protagonist as it doesn't tie him down to one job or one city or one type of case.
Cinnamon Skin is different from the earlier books in that the case is personal. When McGee's best friend Meyer's niece is killed in a boat explosion, the evidence suggests her new husband is responsible, and the pair embark on a quest to track this killer down. The plot is fairly linear and straightforward, leading to a satisfying showdown, but as always, plot is almost incidental. It takes a back seat to MacDonald's rich characterisation and scene-setting, with plenty of the aforementioned philosophising from Travis McGee as narrator. One passage in particular is prescient as McGee muses in the early 80s about a brave new world faciliated by computers, where people can read books and by products without leaving the comfort of their own bedroom.
What I learned: you have more freedom with a lone wolf protagonist; unique characters are more important than a unique plot
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
The Bourne Identity
Robert Ludlum
(1980)
The trawler plunged into the angry swells of the dark, furious sea like an awkward animal trying desperately to break out of an impenetrable swamp.
***
After reading a couple of James Bond books, I thought it was time to read the debut of another well-travelled superspy who shares the shame initials. Jason Bourne is familiar to most as the hero of the three excellent movies loosely based on Robert Ludlum's trilogy of books.
'Loosely' is the operative word: the Matt Damon movies lift the opening of Identity and then basically do their own damn thing from there on out, and are no poorer for it. To be fair, it would have been kind of difficult to do a straight adaptation in the 21st Century, since Carlos the Jackal, the book's éminence grise, has been languishing in a French jail since 1994. In any case, I've always believed the best movie adaptations are not often the most faithful adaptations (as in the case of LA Confidential, or The Shining). I'm perfectly happy if a book and movie are their own distinct things.
In sharp contrast to the movies directed by Doug Liman and Paul Greengrass (sorry to keep harking back to them, but they do cast a long shadow), Ludlum's Bourne Identity feels comfortably old-fashioned. It reads a like the prototypical airport blockbuster, featuring dastardly bad guys, a chase across a continent, and a mysterious but supremely capable man-of-action as its protagonist. The prose is often purple (the opening line quoted above is understated compared to some of the later passages), but enjoyably so, and Ludlum keeps the pace up so effectively that the book feels shorter than it actually is.
Ludlum is gloriously unconcerned with literary pretensions, and instead concentrates on what the reader of this type of book really wants: knowledgeably-described locations, international intrigue and detailed descriptions of assorted weaponry. Most of all, he gives us a very cool hero who can shoot or asskick his way out of any given situation, and with a past so mysterious it's a mystery even to him. Strip everything else away, and those are exactly the same elements the films retain, updated to reflect 21st Century geopolitics.
What I learned: see above - well-drawn locations and a well-drawn character go a long way.
Thursday, 21 February 2013
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Ian Fleming
(1963)
It was one of those Septembers when it seemed like the summer would never end.
***
OHMSS needs no introduction to fans of the 1969 film, the sole Bond outing for George Lazenby. Unusually for a Bond film, Peter Hunt's adaptation hews fairly close to the literary source, following Bond as he falls in love, faces off against Ernst Stavro Blofeld and gets married, all while enjoying a range of winter sports.
This is the second Bond I've read recently, after Casino Royale, and it's interesting to compare Fleming's style at the beginning and end of his career as a thriller author. Casino Royale was, of course, the first James Bond novel, while OHMSS was published a year before Fleming's death, by which time his creation was a household name.
The first thing to notice is that, while all of the requisite Bond elements (summed up a little glibly by Paul Johnson in the New Statesman as "sex, sadism and snobbery") are in place, the writing style is noticeably different. Fleming cuts loose with a good few hundred exclamation marks, many of them within the narration rather than the dialogue. It's an interesting and confident approach... some might say over-confident. In places it feels like Bond is relating the story in the manner of an exciteable teenage girl.
Fleming just about gets away with it, and that's because the breathless style is hitched to one of his strongest stories, as Bond investigates a genocidal plot in the Swiss Alps. The skiing scenes are thrillingly told, once you become accustomed to the exclamation marks, and Fleming's genius for scene-setting is as potent as ever.
Spoilers below, if you've never seen the movie.
Of course, the thing everyone remembers about this book (and the cinematic version) is the end, when Bond's new bride Tracy is gunned down by Blofeld in a drive-by revenge attack. As in Casino Royale, the tragedy is heavily foreshadowed by Bond's sheer happiness in the pages leading up to the climax. The epitome of bachelorhood, Bond could never be allowed to settle down. It's one of the oldest tricks in the book, killing any love interest that threatens to tie the hero down.
You can understand why it's such a temptation for authors, because it accomplishes two important tasks: resolving a tricky story problem while at the same time creating some high drama. You could accuse Fleming of taking the easy way out here, but the execution is so well done that it's hard to complain. I've always been partial to a downbeat ending, and OHMSS doesn't disappoint.
What I learned:
- if in doubt, kill the love interest
- a dramatic setting works wonders if you get the balance of description to action right, as Fleming assuredly does here
Monday, 18 February 2013
Casino Royale
Ian Fleming
(1953)
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.
***
Despite being a fan of the cinematic adventures of Mr Bond, I'd only got around to reading one of the original books before now. I'd enjoyed From Russia With Love when I read it about ten years ago, but I remember having to work at the prose. I'm a fan of fairly spare, stripped-down description in books (although it's not always a discipline I can adhere to as a writer), and I remember Fleming being at the opposite extreme: lots of thin, cruel lips and aquiline noses and clothes described in the kind of obsessive detail that Brett Easton Ellis employed for effect in American Psycho.
Bearing that in mind, it came as a pleasant surprise how easy Casino Royale is to read. It's not that it's different from what I expected in terms of writing style, it's exactly what I expected... and yet I found myself tearing through the book in the space of a day. Fleming spends pages describing locations, characters and clothing, and yet it doesn't detract from the readability of the book at all. He even spends an entire chapter explaining the rules of Baccarat... and I wasn't bored. I just wanted to play Baccarat.
This was Fleming's first novel, and as such, it's an odd example of the species. For a thriller, it's light on action (although that could just be my gauche twenty-first century sensibilities), and the plot is very unconventionally structured, with the main conflict resolved two-thirds of the way in by Deus ex Machina. There's the aforementioned obsession with detail and description, and at times it seems as though Fleming is more interested in converying to the reader a sense of an exclusive and unique world, rather than being overly concerned with plot or character.
The more I thought about it, the more I realised that this is one of Casino Royale's biggest strengths: it transports you to the glamorous world of high-stakes gambling on the continent in the early 1950s, and weaves in just enough sex, violence and mystery to remind you that it's a novel, rather than an engaging piece of journalism. At times, that's exactly how I was enjoying the book: the same way I enjoy long-form magazine articles that introduce me to a world I've never visited. Unfortunately for me, I was born fifty years too late to visit this particular world.
Spoiler warning, because I'm going to talk about the ending.
Fleming often comes in for a bruising about his attitudes towards women, and it's easy to hold up the fate of original Bond girl Vesper Lynd in this debut offering. Blackmailed by SMERSH into betraying Bond, she ultimately commits suicide as the only way to extract herself from an impossible situation. Bond internalises his feelings, informing his superiors of the situation by phone: "3030 was a double, working for Redland. Yes, dammit, I said 'was'. The bitch is dead now."
It's already one of my favourite last lines in literature. Out of context it comes across as cold, even misogynistic, but in the context of the book, it's anything but. Fleming spends most of the book delineating Bond as a man whose demonstrative success with women is undermined by the fact he clearly doesn't have a clue about what makes them tick. Throughout the book, Bond is bemused, irritated and infatuated by Vesper in turns. By allowing himself to fall for Vesper and leaving himself open to the resulting heartbreak, the ultimate capable man has managed to get in out of his depth. That's why, despite appearances, the anger in that last sentence is directed squarely at himself.
What I learned: a good opening line is important, but a killer final line is what resonates.
Saturday, 16 February 2013
2013: my year of thrillers
Change of pace for the blog in the new year, partially in response to some changes in how I'm going to be writing and publishing from now on (more details to follow soon, I hope). I'll still post occasionally about my e-publishing experience, but I'm going to shift the focus more towards what really matters: reading books and writing books.
One of my new year's resolutions for 2013 was to make a concerted effort to read more books, and in particular, more classic thrillers. I've not exactly been a slouch in this matter up until now, but a gift of the James Bond DVD boxset over Christmas reminded me that I'd only read one of the original books: JFK's own favourite, From Russia With Love.
I quickly resolved to remedy this by tackling the Bond novels, starting with Casino Royale. But when I got started thinking about it, I asked myself, why stop with Fleming?
There are a ton of classic thrillers and crime fiction classics I've had sitting on my 'to read' list for years: Ludlum's Bourne Identity, Forsyth's Day of the Jackal, Le Carre's Spy Who Came in from the Cold. Plenty of classic noir I've yet to read, too: I've only read one Dashiell Hammett, one Jim Thompson and one James M. Cain to date. Raymond Chandler's had a better strike rate with me, but incredibly I've still to get around to The Long Goodbye.
From dead Americans to live Brits - I'd like to read some more Simon Kernick, and maybe some Stephen Leather. The latest couple of Matt Hilton's books look intriguing, and I've been meaning to check out some of Ian Rankin's early non-Rebus spy thrillers.
No doubt there'll be the regular installments from Lee Child and Michael Connelly - just because I'm touring the canon doesn't mean I have to neglect the modern masters. And then there's John D Macdonald's Travis McGee series - I've been meaning to get around to reading the rest of them for years...
It's February, so I've got through a few of the names on my list already, and will be playing catch-up posting my thoughts over the next few days. My goal is two-fold - I'm reading books I've wanted to get around to for years, but I'm also immersing myself in my chosen profession. I'm doing okay as a new thriller author, but I want to be the best I can be. The quickest way to do that is to learn from the best.
That's why I'm changing the name of the blog to Thriller School. Over the next year, I'm going to read my way through as many great thrillers as I can find: new and old, American, British or further afield. I'm going to give my brief observations on each book once I finish it, and in each case, wrap it up with one thing I as a writer have learned from the book.
I hope you like my journey through the pantheon of crime and thriller authors, and I hope I can stimulate the occasional conversation. I'm very open to suggestions, even though my existing list means I won't run out of books any time this decade.
I do know two things: I'm going to have a lot of fun reading, and I'm going to be a better writer at the end of the year.
One of my new year's resolutions for 2013 was to make a concerted effort to read more books, and in particular, more classic thrillers. I've not exactly been a slouch in this matter up until now, but a gift of the James Bond DVD boxset over Christmas reminded me that I'd only read one of the original books: JFK's own favourite, From Russia With Love.
I quickly resolved to remedy this by tackling the Bond novels, starting with Casino Royale. But when I got started thinking about it, I asked myself, why stop with Fleming?
There are a ton of classic thrillers and crime fiction classics I've had sitting on my 'to read' list for years: Ludlum's Bourne Identity, Forsyth's Day of the Jackal, Le Carre's Spy Who Came in from the Cold. Plenty of classic noir I've yet to read, too: I've only read one Dashiell Hammett, one Jim Thompson and one James M. Cain to date. Raymond Chandler's had a better strike rate with me, but incredibly I've still to get around to The Long Goodbye.
From dead Americans to live Brits - I'd like to read some more Simon Kernick, and maybe some Stephen Leather. The latest couple of Matt Hilton's books look intriguing, and I've been meaning to check out some of Ian Rankin's early non-Rebus spy thrillers.
No doubt there'll be the regular installments from Lee Child and Michael Connelly - just because I'm touring the canon doesn't mean I have to neglect the modern masters. And then there's John D Macdonald's Travis McGee series - I've been meaning to get around to reading the rest of them for years...
It's February, so I've got through a few of the names on my list already, and will be playing catch-up posting my thoughts over the next few days. My goal is two-fold - I'm reading books I've wanted to get around to for years, but I'm also immersing myself in my chosen profession. I'm doing okay as a new thriller author, but I want to be the best I can be. The quickest way to do that is to learn from the best.
That's why I'm changing the name of the blog to Thriller School. Over the next year, I'm going to read my way through as many great thrillers as I can find: new and old, American, British or further afield. I'm going to give my brief observations on each book once I finish it, and in each case, wrap it up with one thing I as a writer have learned from the book.
I hope you like my journey through the pantheon of crime and thriller authors, and I hope I can stimulate the occasional conversation. I'm very open to suggestions, even though my existing list means I won't run out of books any time this decade.
I do know two things: I'm going to have a lot of fun reading, and I'm going to be a better writer at the end of the year.
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Why I'm leaving Amazon's KDP Select program... and how I'm going to save you 99 cents
Having signed up to Amazon’s KDP Select program for most of the year, I’ve decided that it’s time to experiment with making my books available on other platforms.
KDP Select requires you to make Amazon your exclusive sales platform for a period of 3 months at a time. In return, they give you the option to make your book free for up to 5 days in that period (normally the lowest you can price your book is $0.99), and your book is eligible for lending in the Kindle library (which means you get a royalty for each ‘borrow’ by an Amazon Prime member).
I’ve had mixed results with the free promotions tool. In theory, the benefit is that if lots of people download your book for free, it bumps it up the sales chart and means you appear in the ‘customers who bought this also bought this’ cross-promotion. I had some success with this a few months ago when a free promo over three days led to several hundred paid sales of Halfway to Hell.
Lately, however, I've found that the free promotions have been having less and less of an effect on paid sales. I’ve heard that Amazon has changed its algorithm so that free ‘sales’ no longer have an impact on paid sales rankings… rendering what was the main perk of KDP Select pretty much useless.
So my decision is a no-brainer – I’ll still be in a relationship with Amazon, but it's no longer fulfilling all my needs. Therefore I’m going to screw around a bit behind Amazon’s back and see other sales platforms on the side at weekends.
I’ve uploaded all of my Kindle books to Smashwords. It’s not as pretty as Amazon at first glance, but I quickly discovered that the formatting and submissions process is much, much more straightforward compared to Amazon's borderline-sadistic formatting gauntlet.
Smashwords allows customers to buy directly from them, and also distributes books which meet their vetting guidelines to Amazon’s competitors, like Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Sony, Diesel etc, meaning your ebook isn’t limited to Kindle owners. Smashwords provides an even better royalty rate than Amazon (80% as compared to a maximum 70%), and you have more control over how you choose to sell your book. You can specify any sample size up to 50%, and even better, you can make books free all of the time.
Obviously, I don’t want to make my all of my books free, but this provides a great marketing tool that is, at present, jealously-guarded by Amazon. I’ve blogged before about my idea of using short story bundles as ‘singles’ to promote my ‘album’ (i.e. the novel), but this lets me go one step further.
I’ve selected one of my short stories – ‘The Room’, from the collection The Misfortune Teller – to be permanently free through Smashwords and its associated vendors. ‘The Room’ is a 4,000-word psychological thriller, a sort of Facebook-age Rear Window. I picked it for a couple of reasons: firstly it’s one of my best stories, and secondly because the subject matter is appropriate to an electronic book marketed via social networking. Naturally, the package includes the first chapter of Halfway to Hell. By making the story absolutely free to anyone, I can get the maximum number of people to read it. If the people who read ‘The Room’ like it, they’ll read the sample chapter. If they like the sample chapter, they can buy the book.
Smashwords doesn’t have the same kind of traffic as Amazon, and most people don’t sell as many copies through this platform as they would on Amazon, but the flexibility you get makes it more than worthwhile.
The other thing I’m hoping will happen is that, now that I’ve also published ‘The Room’ to Kindle at the minimum price, Amazon will honour their price match promise and reduce the story to free for Kindle as well. I've already sold one copy at 99 cents, which actually irritates me. I don't want to sell one copy at 99 cents, I want to give away thousands of copies at 0 cents. I want to give as many people as possible the opportunity to read my work gratis.
If you’d like to be one of them, you can download your free copy of 'The Room' for any platform direct from the link below.
As I said, it’s also available at Amazon, but don’t buy it from there as it will cost you 99 cents that you don't need to spend. Feel free to use Amazon’s ‘report a lower price’ button to nag them about this – it would help me target a whole lot of Kindle customers with some free publicity… and that’s the only kind of publicity I can afford.
THE ROOM is a tale of murder in the age of social networking. A dark psychological thriller of curiosity and killing that has been called a Rear Window for the Facebook generation.
KDP Select requires you to make Amazon your exclusive sales platform for a period of 3 months at a time. In return, they give you the option to make your book free for up to 5 days in that period (normally the lowest you can price your book is $0.99), and your book is eligible for lending in the Kindle library (which means you get a royalty for each ‘borrow’ by an Amazon Prime member).
I’ve had mixed results with the free promotions tool. In theory, the benefit is that if lots of people download your book for free, it bumps it up the sales chart and means you appear in the ‘customers who bought this also bought this’ cross-promotion. I had some success with this a few months ago when a free promo over three days led to several hundred paid sales of Halfway to Hell.
Lately, however, I've found that the free promotions have been having less and less of an effect on paid sales. I’ve heard that Amazon has changed its algorithm so that free ‘sales’ no longer have an impact on paid sales rankings… rendering what was the main perk of KDP Select pretty much useless.
So my decision is a no-brainer – I’ll still be in a relationship with Amazon, but it's no longer fulfilling all my needs. Therefore I’m going to screw around a bit behind Amazon’s back and see other sales platforms on the side at weekends.
I’ve uploaded all of my Kindle books to Smashwords. It’s not as pretty as Amazon at first glance, but I quickly discovered that the formatting and submissions process is much, much more straightforward compared to Amazon's borderline-sadistic formatting gauntlet.
Smashwords allows customers to buy directly from them, and also distributes books which meet their vetting guidelines to Amazon’s competitors, like Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Sony, Diesel etc, meaning your ebook isn’t limited to Kindle owners. Smashwords provides an even better royalty rate than Amazon (80% as compared to a maximum 70%), and you have more control over how you choose to sell your book. You can specify any sample size up to 50%, and even better, you can make books free all of the time.
Obviously, I don’t want to make my all of my books free, but this provides a great marketing tool that is, at present, jealously-guarded by Amazon. I’ve blogged before about my idea of using short story bundles as ‘singles’ to promote my ‘album’ (i.e. the novel), but this lets me go one step further.
I’ve selected one of my short stories – ‘The Room’, from the collection The Misfortune Teller – to be permanently free through Smashwords and its associated vendors. ‘The Room’ is a 4,000-word psychological thriller, a sort of Facebook-age Rear Window. I picked it for a couple of reasons: firstly it’s one of my best stories, and secondly because the subject matter is appropriate to an electronic book marketed via social networking. Naturally, the package includes the first chapter of Halfway to Hell. By making the story absolutely free to anyone, I can get the maximum number of people to read it. If the people who read ‘The Room’ like it, they’ll read the sample chapter. If they like the sample chapter, they can buy the book.
Smashwords doesn’t have the same kind of traffic as Amazon, and most people don’t sell as many copies through this platform as they would on Amazon, but the flexibility you get makes it more than worthwhile.
The other thing I’m hoping will happen is that, now that I’ve also published ‘The Room’ to Kindle at the minimum price, Amazon will honour their price match promise and reduce the story to free for Kindle as well. I've already sold one copy at 99 cents, which actually irritates me. I don't want to sell one copy at 99 cents, I want to give away thousands of copies at 0 cents. I want to give as many people as possible the opportunity to read my work gratis.
If you’d like to be one of them, you can download your free copy of 'The Room' for any platform direct from the link below.
As I said, it’s also available at Amazon, but don’t buy it from there as it will cost you 99 cents that you don't need to spend. Feel free to use Amazon’s ‘report a lower price’ button to nag them about this – it would help me target a whole lot of Kindle customers with some free publicity… and that’s the only kind of publicity I can afford.
The Room - a tale of murder in the social networking age
Available free for all formats from Smashwords
He had two problems: a broken leg and terminal boredom.
The long days and nights alone in his flat after an accident lead an incapactitated young student to renounce his aversion to the internet and take his first tentative steps into the world wide web.
Before long, he finds himself entering a new kind of social network: an online self-help community called simply 'The Room'. The experience of eavesdropping on the lives of others quickly becomes addictive, and the members of The Room seem welcoming enough.
But then something changes: a man called Bryan confesses to a murder. It could be a fantasy, or a sick joke, but it's not. And the terror doesn't stay online for long...
~
THE ROOM is a tale of murder in the age of social networking. A dark psychological thriller of curiosity and killing that has been called a Rear Window for the Facebook generation.
Also includes as a bonus feature the first chapter of Gavin Bell's full-length thriller: Halfway to Hell.
Short story length: 4000 words approx.
THE ROOM is also available as part of the story collection THE MISFORTUNE TELLER: 3 STORIES OF CRIME
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Weekend promo
One Shot is free to download for Kindle from Thursday 23
August to Monday 27 August. This is one of my ‘singles’ – bundles of three
short stories with some sample chapters of Halfway to Hell.
The idea is, if you get three stories for free and enjoy
them, you might go ahead and buy the novel. If nothing else, it’s an
opportunity to reach more people with my stuff.I’ve experimented with free promotions before with some success (although it doesn’t seem to be as good a marketing tool as it was, since Amazon changed its ranking algorithm), but this is the first time I’ve used the full 5-day allowance of free days for a book, so I’m hoping to get this on a lot of Kindles this weekend.
So if you’re looking for a quick read and you like crime
stories, give this a go – you’ve nothing to lose. And remember – I’m always
grateful for a nice review.
Get One Shot from:
In THE LUCKIEST CORPSE IN THE RIVER, a body is dragged from the River Clyde at high noon. Reporter Jack Wood is on the scene, and he knows it’s nothing out of the ordinary. But then a potential sidebar turns into a dead-cert page one, because the dead man is carrying a winning lottery ticket…
In ONE SHOT, Faith Badder needs to catch a vicious killer. To do so, she has to follow in the footsteps of his latest victim. It’s a one-shot deal, and the stakes are higher than she knows.
And finally, Dr Jeff Cairngorm is a single father with a dark secret in his past. A quiet evening in a new home explodes into horror as AUDREY returns to her family.
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Stephen King's The Shining vs. Stanley Kubrick's The Shining
I've been reading some of the classic 70s blockbuster novels. Partly I'm doing this because I'm a writer who wants to reach a wide audience, and it's interesting to think about what makes these books tick, what it is about them that strikes a chord with so many people. Mostly, I'm doing it for my own enjoyment.
Although we recognise the 1970s as a golden age for a number of things: the new wave of Hollywood, muscle cars and flares, to name but three, I think the decade is sometimes underestimated as the last time when we had a series of big, blockbuster mainstream novels followed by cinematic versions that were even bigger, blockbustier and more mainstream.
The interesting thing is that these were predominantly genre books that found a massive audience, that then attracted serious talent for the movie. I don't think that really happens anymore, with the exception of something like The Da Vinci Code. I guess the closest we'll get to that in 2012 is the inevitable Fifty Shades of Grey flick.
So I've just finished William Peter Blatty's The Exorcist and am halfway through Peter Benchley's Jaws. Both are pretty enjoyable reads, and it's easy to see why they found such a wide readership. Both were arguably improved upon (actually in the case of Jaws, there's no argument about it) by their respective movies, with William Friedkin and Steven Spielberg leaving their indelible stamps on the source material. Interestingly, both are about inexplicable horror impinging on a well-realised every-day setting.
That made me think about an author who was (career-wise) born against the backdrop of this era: Stephen King. Horror impinging on the every-day is pretty much a summation of King's career. He's also an author that writes wildly successful genre books - becoming a genre unto himself, in fact - which attract interesting directors: De Palma, Kubrick, Carpenter, Cronenberg, Darabont, Romero, Reiner and many more.
My Kindle book Shining in the Dark - Stephen King: Page to Screen takes a look at this in greater detail; focusing on four of King's most characteristic works and the four cinematic adaptations they spawned. The book is a revised version of my final year English dissertation at university, so I use more academic language and I bullshit a little more than I would nowadays (diegetic and non-diegetic sound, that kind of thing), but I thought it held up pretty well after a thorough rewrite.
It's actually my biggest Kindle seller in the US. It's not overly long, just over a hundred pages, and if you're interested in reading it you can pick it up for Kindle from Amazon UK and Amazon US.
Below, I've posted the chapters on The Shining, taking a look at the novel first (for my money, King's best work) and then examining how Kubrick adapted it. People tend to like either the novel or the film, because they're so different. Unlike Spielberg and Friedkin, Kubrick didn't just put his own stamp on the existing narrative, he pretty much ripped the book apart and built his movie from the pieces.
Though it's my favourite King book, I actually don't mind how different the two works are. For me, a good adaptation is not necessarily a faithful adaptation. Books and movies are different beasts, and they don't always translate literally. I much prefer it when a director with an individual style takes the basic idea of a book and then does whatever they think will work best, without slavish regard for the source material. L.A. Confidential is another great example of this: great book, better movie.
When anyone asks me what I think of the Kubrick Shining, I answer "the best parts of the book aren't in the movie, and the best parts of the movie aren't in the book."
Which is basically what I'm saying below, using a lot more words...
Stephen King’s The Shining
King's third novel, The Shining, was published in 1977. The story concerns a failing writer and recovering alcoholic, Jack Torrance, who accepts the job of winter caretaker at a remote hotel in Colorado. At the interview, he discovers that a previous caretaker, also an alcoholic, succumbed to extreme cabin fever and murdered his wife and two daughters with a hatchet before killing himself. Brushing this aside, Jack, along with his wife Wendy and five year old son Danny, moves into the hotel which quickly becomes completely snowbound. At the beginning of their stay, there are two important things of which Jack and Wendy Torrance are unaware: the first is that their son, Danny, has a telepathic power known as 'The Shining'; the second is that the Overlook Hotel is haunted by a malevolent force which wants to use Danny's gift for its own ends. As the Torrances become increasingly isolated from the outside world, the hotel exerts its influence over Jack, pushing him to act as its murderous pawn. This plot, of course, follows King's most common gambit of introducing a chaotic agent to a familiar and lifelike setting to create horror. The Shining slightly alters these roles, however, in that the seemingly everyday setting of the story is actually the source of the evil, and that the catalyst for the horror is (as with Carrie) one of the story's main protagonists, five year old Danny Torrance.
In Danse Macabre, Stephen King's book on the horror genre, he talks about the inspiration for the novel, a speculative article he once read which suggested that:
"So-called 'haunted houses' might actually be psychic batteries, absorbing the emotions that had been spent there, absorbing them much as a car battery will store an electric charge. Thus...the psychic phenomena we call 'hauntings' might really be a kind of paranormal movie show - the broadcasting back of old voices and images which might be part of old events...the fact that many haunted houses are shunned and get the reputation of being Bad Places might be due to the fact that the strongest emotions are the primitive ones - rage and hate and fear...I began to wonder if the haunted house could not be turned into a kind of symbol of unexpiated sin."
In a nutshell, this theory describes the premise of The Shining. Jack's early discussions with some of the hotel's employees reveal that the Overlook has a murky background of scandal, murder and suicide. As one of the characters says: "Any big hotels have got scandals...just like every big hotel has got a ghost. Why? Hell, people come and go."
A haunted hotel serves as the perfect 'symbol for unexpiated sin', and the Overlook seems to have a haunting in every room. King gives the theory a twist in The Shining with the introduction of Danny, whose psychic powers have the side-effect of bringing these 'paranormal movie shows' to life, in the process rendering them dangerous.
The character of Danny Torrance embodies two of King's favourite themes: childhood and otherness. Danny is 'other' because of his psychic abilities. Although his parents do not fully understand his powers, they are aware that Danny is different from other boys his age and are unnerved by the fact that he continually seems to be aware of their thoughts. We learn that Danny had no real friends in the family's previous neighbourhood, presumably because other children his age were similarly unnerved. In an essay on the novel, Frederick Patten complains that “King does not portray Danny as a five year old child. He's too mature; he seems nine or ten at least." This, however, is the point: Danny is not a normal five year old child. As Dick Hallorann, the Overlook's cook who also has 'the Shining' puts it: "you've got a large thing in your head, Danny. You'll have to do a lot of growin' yet before you catch up to it."
Perhaps more than any of King's other books, however, The Shining is about the theme of fall and redemption, and this theme is played out in the character of Jack Torrance, who falls victim to the Overlook's evil influence and attacks his family with a croquet mallet, but manages to redeem himself at the end by allowing them to escape.
The detailed characterisations in The Shining are of great importance to the story, and each character, major or supporting, is expertly drawn. Reading the book, one gets the feeling that each character has a life which begins before the story and continues (in some cases, at least) after it has finished. This is evident from the first scene, Jack's interview with Ullman, the hotel's overbearing manager. From the outset, Jack Torrance is established as a character of barely repressed anger, and there are constant references to him holding his tongue to avoid saying something he will regret:
"'Of course you wouldn't allow your son up in the attic under any circumstances.'
"'No,' Jack said, and flashed the big PR smile again. Humiliating situation. Did this officious little prick actually think he would allow his son to goof around in a rattrap attic full of junk furniture and God knew what else?"
Much of the story's buildup is spent revealing background details about each of the main characters in lengthy flashbacks. This also applies to the hotel itself, which becomes an active character as the story progresses, both literally and figuratively. To a great extent, The Shining is a book about facades: The Overlook is a respectable hotel with a murky past; Jack is a caring husband and father who struggles with an alcohol problem; and Danny is a seemingly normal boy with hidden powers. Even Wendy has another side to her: she tries to be loving and supportive to Jack, but inside she is constantly concerned about his alcoholism and even jealous of his relationship with Danny. The theme of facades becomes explicit at the climax, with the hotel using Jack as a mask. Throughout the novel, we are privy not only to characters' thoughts as they speak, as in the case of Jack's interview, but also to the deeper subconscious fears behind their normal thought process. These thoughts are parenthesised in brackets, italics or capitals in order to separate them from the text. The technique works effectively, mimicking the way in which unwelcome thoughts can stray into one's mind.
The carefully crafted and genuinely unnerving atmosphere of The Shining is probably the single most important reason why it succeeds as a horror novel, a subject that will also be important when we come to discuss Kubrick's film version. King sets the mood from the outset with an epigraph taken from Edgar Allan Poe's story 'The Masque of the Red Death'. The quotation recounts a masked ball that is interrupted every hour by the striking of a strangely sinister clock. This represents another feature common to King's fiction: his intertextuality. Although the writing style is completely different, The Shining's atmosphere is heavily influenced by Poe, just as Salem's Lot owes a debt to Bram Stoker and Christine, as we shall discover, draws its dark power from 50s rock and roll. The quotation from 'The Masque of the Red Death' is appropriate not just to the atmosphere, but to the story as well, which also features a ghostly masked ball and a sinister clock. In addition to this, King's frightening and sentient Overlook Hotel brings to mind Poe's House of Usher.
Although some critics complain that King spends too much of the book on exposition and character development, the earlier sections gradually build up a tangible sense of foreboding by using minor scares and Danny's precognitive flashes of the future. The atmosphere is enhanced because King avoids many of the usual clichés of the haunted house subgenre: the Overlook is not the standard decrepit mansion full of creaking floorboards and cobwebs, it is a classy, well maintained and beautiful hotel. It should not be frightening, but it is, nevertheless. Jack wonders at this disparity when an antique invitation to the masked ball brings to mind the phrase 'The Red Death held sway over all': "Surely the Overlook - this shining, gleaming Overlook on the invitation he held in his hands - was the farthest cry from E. A. Poe imaginable."
In fact, the only drawback to creating such palpable tension is that no conclusion can possibly satisfy the expectation. In part, this is an inevitable flaw of the horror genre, particularly when atmosphere is built up over the course of an entire novel. As King himself admits in Danse Macabre, 'nothing is so frightening as what's behind the closed door.' Although the ending of The Shining is perfectly adequate, there is no denying that the horrific events themselves are less frightening than the foreboding, as Marc Laidlaw points out:
"King's creation of atmosphere is masterful...where the novel falls short is in the fact that the conclusion is not nearly as frightening as the mood that has been predicting it."
The constant build-up of tension is paralleled within the story by the Overlook's boiler. At the beginning we are told that the boiler will overheat and become dangerous if it is not dumped every day. When Jack is overcome by the Overlook's influence, he forgets to dump the boiler, which eventually explodes and destroys the hotel at the story's conclusion.
The boiler is, of course, also an excellent symbol for Jack Torrance's fragile psyche, which has been weakened by stress and alcohol abuse, and (with the help of the Overlook) ultimately explodes into rage and destroys him. Even after this has happened, however, Jack manages to salvage enough of his humanity to fight the Overlook's influence momentarily, enabling his wife and son to escape at the climax of the novel. This is the point at which it becomes clear that The Shining is the story of Jack Torrance's redemption.
What makes 'fall and redemption' so integral to the story is the way in which Jack comes to personify the theme. In some of King's stories (such as Pet Sematary) a character brings about his own 'fall' by a foolish or selfish act. In others ('Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption', for example) the character is an innocent victim of circumstance. Jack Torrance embodies the theme on both levels: in one interpretation, Jack's 'fall' comes when he is possessed by the hotel and forced to turn on his family. He redeems himself at the end by fighting to regain enough control to save them. From another point of view, however, Jack's fall occurred well before he even set foot in the Overlook: his alcoholism resulted in accidentally breaking Danny's arm and the near-destruction of his family. In this sense, he has already redeemed himself by giving up drinking and attempting to become a better husband and father. As usual the process of redemption is not easy and it is made clear that remaining sober is still a constant struggle for Jack: "would he ever have an hour, not a week, or even a day, mind you, but just one waking hour when the craving for a drink wouldn't surprise him like this?"
Tellingly, it is Jack's alcohol addiction which the hotel uses to take hold of him. Looking at the story from this point of view, it can be seen as an allegory: Jack Torrance is a man fighting demons, in both senses of the term. Although it is clear that the theme of fall and redemption is of great importance in many of King's stories, in the case of The Shining, it actually becomes the story. It is therefore all the more puzzling that this is a theme which Stanley Kubrick chooses to abandon completely in his film adaptation.
Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining
The celluloid version of The Shining appeared in 1980, three years after King's novel. It was directed by Stanley Kubrick and stars Jack Nicholson, Shelley Duvall and Danny Lloyd as the Torrance family. Critical opinion at the time was radically split, and this division is still evident today. Even though the film is now regarded as a horror classic, some critics maintain that it is unfathomable and impossible to love. It is interesting to note that, while both novel and film are highly regarded examples of the horror genre, they are very different works, and the film digresses wildly from its source. Indeed, without knowledge of the novel, the film is baffling and inscrutable. Kubrick, who co-wrote the screenplay with Diane Johnson, has clearly disregarded King's intentions and made his own film, something which resulted in friction with the book's author, as director Mick Garris discusses in an interview for the BBC's Omnibus programme:
"I think [King] was actually hurt by Kubrick's film. The book he wrote was all about alcoholism...about feeling responsibility for a family and not being able to meet that responsibility, it's all about a boiler underneath a hotel that's going to blow and destroy it...those themes were the first things that Kubrick jettisoned."
The fact that the story has been so radically altered is not surprising when one considers Kubrick’s long-held reputation as something of a control freak. As in the case of Brian De Palma with Carrie, the adaptation of The Shining is quite definitely a Stanley Kubrick film. Kubrick also has the reputation of being a very visual director, however, and this is undoubtedly suited to certain elements of the story, such as the labyrinthine spectacle of the Overlook Hotel, the eerie masked ball, and particularly Danny's frightening hallucinations. Reading criticism of some of Kubrick's other works, some common evaluations that come across are that his films are cold and calculating, bloody and cruel. Above all, he is recognised as, and sometimes criticised for being, a very meticulous technical director. All of this is very much evident in The Shining, and works to create a chillingly distinctive atmosphere.
As in King's original book, the atmosphere of Kubrick's film is of great importance, and in this respect, his film captures an important part of the story. In contrast to established horror movie conventions, Kubrick shoots most of the film in daylight and uses long, drawn out takes, which contrast well with Danny's brief visions, for example his flashes of the two murdered daughters of the previous caretaker. The use of threatening music, even over the early scenes in which nothing much happens, also helps to build an atmosphere of foreboding. There are several examples of excellent technical sequences, for instance the torrent of blood which erupts from the main doorway in slow motion, the one-take scene of Danny pedalling through the hotel's corridors in his buggy, and the climactic chase through the hotel maze. Even the fact that Kubrick's screenplay is so utterly cryptic arguably works to the advantage of the atmosphere, playing on fears of the unknown and the inexplicable. To go back to King's statement that 'nothing is so frightening as what's behind the closed door', the whole film effectively becomes a 'closed door' because we are left unsure of exactly what is going on.
Although some criticise Kubrick's absorption in technology, his coldness and detachment seem to lend the more horrific scenes of the film a most disquieting feeling. The film is more disturbing than shocking, as Kubrick creates an overall mood of horror as opposed to a series of outright scares. However, this impressive mood is created often at the expense of character development and human interest. Frank Darabont, director of The Shawshank Redemption, discusses how Kubrick's film fails to bring across the human side of King's book:
"It was a story that came from the heart. I don't know that Kubrick ever directed a movie from the heart, he always directed from [his head]...I never saw a Stanley Kubrick film that came from [the heart]."
While Darabont here points out that contrasting two such different creative minds will result in an inevitable difference in tone, the film contains numerous alterations to the framework of the story as well. For a start, the flashbacks are entirely disposed of, with the effect of rendering the characters shallow and unmotivated; likewise the Overlook's history, which Jack investigates in the novel as the hotel begins to possess him, is pared down. The sinister topiary animals of the novel are absent, and the climax is relocated to a giant maze, where Danny manages to elude his father, letting him freeze to death in the snow and leaving the hotel intact. The character of Hallorann, who travels up from Florida to help Wendy and Danny escape in the novel, ends up making the journey just to be unceremoniously murdered by Jack Nicholson (who, incidentally, uses an axe rather than a croquet mallet in the film).
Looking at the sheer volume of changes, it becomes clear that Kubrick has virtually gutted the novel, using only certain scenes and leaving the plot an incoherent muddle. As an adaptation of a book, it fails. And yet, somehow, Kubrick has created a masterpiece. He has created his own Shining.
Because many of the film's best sequences involve details that are not present in the book. The obvious example of this, of course, is when Jack's leering face appears at the ragged hole he has made in the door, yelling “Here's Johnny!” This was in fact Nicholson's contribution: an ad-lib that brings across Jack Torrance's madness more frighteningly than anything the character says in the book. A more subtle example is the scene where Danny pedals through the corridors of the hotel on his buggy in a long one-take sequence which demonstrates the vastness of the set. This helps to build tension by contrasting the enormity of the hotel with a small child, showing how vulnerable Danny, and the others are.
Another effectively altered scene in the movie is the one in which Jack investigates Danny's claim that an old woman has attacked him in one of the guest rooms. When he enters the room, he sees a beautiful woman standing naked in the bathtub. She slowly walks toward Jack and kisses him, but when he looks in the mirror behind her, he sees that he is embracing the horribly decomposed corpse of an old woman. If this sequence is the most shocking of the film, then the one in which Jack's wife finally reads his 'play' is the most chilling. After plucking up the courage to defy Jack and enter his writing area, Wendy discovers hundreds of pages of the same line typed over and over again: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. As Wendy frantically leafs through the pages, Jack appears behind her and asks, simply: “Like it?” Despite the fact that it contains no violence, this moment is more terrifying than anything else in the film.
If the best parts of the film are absent from the book, however, the opposite is also true.
While Kubrick has added several touches of genius to King's story, he also dispenses with the most important theme of the book: Jack's redemption. Whereas in the novel, Jack manages to fight the hotel and allow Danny and Wendy to escape, the film version of Danny is entirely responsible for eluding his father in the maze. In addition to this, the film's Jack never seems to be a completely devoted father and husband. From the beginning he appears to be constantly irritated with his family, telling Wendy to “Get the fuck out” of his writing area even before the hotel has begun to influence him. One almost gets the impression that Jack Torrance has only accepted this job so he can chop his family to pieces. In part this is due to the casting of Jack Nicholson: Nicholson is excellent as the maniacal axe-murdering version of Torrance, and indeed it is almost impossible to imagine anyone else in the role, but his menacing screen persona detracts from the tragic aspect of the character. Even in the earlier sequences he appears to be tolerating his family rather than caring about them. Of course, Kubrick's script hampers Nicholson's performance by failing to develop the character more fully, as Fiona Ferguson criticises:
"To hang the movie's psychological tension on the leers and grimaces of Nicholson's face (suited though it is to demoniacal expressions), while refusing to develop any sense of the man, is asking for trouble."
In the Omnibus interview Stephen King says that he views the characterisation of Jack Torrance as a major flaw in Kubrick's film:
"When people say...'Jack Nicholson seemed crazy from the beginning'...we lost some of the tragedy because, to my mind, [the point of the book]...is that you're taking a decent man and seeing him warped to breaking strain by this place."
The theme of fall and redemption is clearly absent from this film, even more so than in the case of Carrie, but Kubrick includes a postscript that crystallises the film's unique direction. This final scene is another nice touch absent from the novel, and has the effect of altering the final note of the story. Accompanied by 1920s ballroom music, the camera slowly moves down one of the Overlook's corridors toward a wall adorned with framed black and white photographs, eventually closing in on one in particular. The photograph shows a crowd of people gathered in the ballroom and is captioned with the words 'Overlook Hotel - July 4th Ball, 1921'. At the front of the crowd is Jack Torrance, wearing a dinner suit and smiling. This reinforces the idea that Jack has become part of the Overlook, as if he has always been there, and seems to chime with the idea of timelessness in King's book, symbolised by the sinister clock in the main hall. When Jack joins the masked ball in the novel, there are several references to time ceasing to matter. At one point, Jack reflects:
"All the hotel's eras were together now, all but this current one, the Torrance Era. And this would be together with the rest very soon now. That was good. That was very good."
This is echoed shortly after during an exchange which also appears in the film: Jack's conversation with Grady, the previous caretaker who slaughtered his family. When Jack questions him about this, Grady responds by saying he has no recollection:
“You're the caretaker, sir,” Grady said mildly. “You've always been the caretaker. I should know, sir. I've always been here. The same manager hired us both, at the same time...”
Although Kubrick's film does ignore the theme of fall and redemption, it has its own agenda. Like the director's earlier 2001, it ends up being a film about time and timelessness; and this seems appropriate to a story about ageless ghosts in an old hotel. This final scene sums up why the movie works on its own terms, despite its major differences from King's novel. In the end, Kubrick's The Shining is exactly that: a Stanley Kubrick film first, and a Stephen King adaptation a distant second.
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If you liked reading the above excerpt, there's more on some of the other Stephen King books / movies in my Kindle book Shining in the Dark.
Carrie. The Shining. Christine. The Shawshank Redemption.
Four of Stephen King's best stories. Four outstanding motion pictures directed by auteurs as diverse as Brian De Palma and Stanley Kubrick.
Since the publication of his first novel in 1974, Stephen King has entertained, enthralled and terrified the world in equal measure. Forty-nine novels and more than three hundred and fifty million copies sold later, he’s still going strong. But for a figure who has made such an indelible impact on the landscape of contemporary fiction, King’s influence on cinema is equally profound, with hundreds of motion pictures and television productions based on his work; some more loosely than others.
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Thursday, 16 August 2012
The real Halfway
In my book, Halfway is a small desert down in Arizona with a population of 336 (and falling).
In my real life, Halfway is a small suburb in the sprawl of the Greater Glasgow area. From the ever-reliable Wikipedia:
Halfway is a largely suburban area in the town of Cambuslang, Scotland located within the local authority area of South Lanarkshire. Halfway borders the smaller areas of Lightburn, Flemington and Hallside. It was named when passengers, in the days of the Glasgow to Hamilton stagecoach would stop halfway to change the horses, and have a rest. The district also has the older name of Gilbertfield, the castle of which name still stands. There is a long history of coal-mining in the area (especially around Flemington), but no colliery is still in operation.
The above named 'castle', as it's known locally, is in fact a stately home. It was owned by Hamilton of Gilbertfield. He was a friend of Robert Burns and wrote a poem about William Wallace called Blind Harry's Wallace, a rendering into contemporary English of a medieval Scots poem, which was eventually used as the basis for the screenplay that became the Mel Gibson blockbuster Braveheart.
The area sits near Dechmont Hill, an extinct volcanic rock, 300 feet above sea level. There is evidence, written by the Welsh chroniclers, that King Arthur's 12th battle, the battle of Calaan, took place there against the two sons of his rival Caw, (or Cawn), king of Strathclyde.
From outward appearances, it's really nothing like the Halfway of my book: rather than a tiny, isolated outpost of civilisation in the middle of the desert, it's an unremarkable suburb with nothing to distinguish it from its surrounding suburbs but lines on a map. You can drive from the city centre of Glasgow to Halfway without encountering a single break in the built-up area. The climate? Yep, that's a little different too.
But the name of the town always struck me as kind of cool. The opening paragraphs of the book address this, partially as an inside joke. The Glaswegian narrator, Johnny Park, notes that where he comes from, place names are "generally obscure, antique, hard to pronounce, but usually interesting." He's thinking about places like Cambuslang and Pollokshields and Hyndland; and a little further afield, Lesmahagow, Ecclefechan, Lochgilphead. The names in Scotland are generally eyecatching, and sometimes pretty esoteric.
In that context, I always thought a town that was halfway between two more important places, a town that was literally called 'Halfway', stuck out like a severed thumb in a fruit salad. I thought it would make a cool name for a town in a western, or a dusty desert noir tale.
And that thought is the genesis of the book.
I grew up a couple of miles from Halfway. I thought it would be interesting to take some pictures of the real life counterpart to my fictional town. Most of these were taken on a sunny evening in late Spring. As I snapped pictures of the deserted main street, the closed-up shops, the down-at-heel anonymity of the place, the dim echoes of a mining town, I started to realise that maybe this Halfway and that Halfway weren't so different after all...
I liked this banner. No, I wasn't aware of it when I named the book.
Halfway's main street is a major A-road running out of one of the United Kingdom's biggest cities, and yet somehow it still has a real ghost-town feel after hours...
Instead of the Halfway Hotel, you can drop into the Sun Inn for a drink. The life expectancy of the clients is better, but maybe not by much...
I couldn't not take a picture of the naughty step.
And to end my little tour, the Halfway Library. It's the smallest library I've ever seen, but it still manages to have a pretty decent thriller section.
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
The best things in death are free
Matt Hilton's collection of tough-guy (and gal) thrillers Action: Pulse Pounding Tales Volume 1 is going to be free on Amazon for the next two days (Wednesday and Thursday).
Action is a fantastic collection of 37 fast-paced and violent hardboiled stories, including contributions from Hilton himself and some other top names including Stephen Leather of Spider Sheperd fame. There's also a story from yours truly.
Grab a bargain - if you like thrillers, you're guaranteed to find something you'll love within these blood-soaked pages.
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Action is a fantastic collection of 37 fast-paced and violent hardboiled stories, including contributions from Hilton himself and some other top names including Stephen Leather of Spider Sheperd fame. There's also a story from yours truly.
Grab a bargain - if you like thrillers, you're guaranteed to find something you'll love within these blood-soaked pages.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
"It's pulpy and nasty and moves like an express train..."
I've been a fan of Greg Hatcher's 'Fridays...' column over at Comics Should be Good for a while now. It's a weekly rundown of comics, pulp fiction and stories from Greg's frequent expeditions to a variety of smalltown used book stores. I always learn something new from Greg's columns, and my to-read list regularly gets a little longer.
A few weeks ago I sent Greg a copy of Halfway to Hell, in the hope that he might be interested in taking a look at it.
To my amazement, he's already read it, liked it and reviewed it in his latest column, where I'm delighted to be brushing shoulders with Doug Moench's Master of Kung Fu, Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu and Philip Jose Farmer's Wold Newton Series.
Greg writes:
[Halfway to Hell is] pulpy and nasty and moves like an express train...In his covering note, Gavin told me that some editors had turned it down for being too noir, or something. Well, in my household, there’s no such thing. It’s tough and cool and very much in the tradition of comics like Steven Grant’s 2 Guns or movies like Jason Statham’s The Mechanic. In point of fact, Halfway to Hell would make an amazing Jason Statham movie, come to think of it.
But until that happens, you can find Gavin’s book right here in Amazon’s Kindle store. Well worth the paltry $3.99 it’ll set you back. Check it out. After all, when one of the regulars here has published something this good, we should support it, and I’ve spent a lot more for books I liked a lot less. Hell, I’ve spent more for COMICS I liked a lot less.
You can read the review here, and if you're a fan of pulp fiction, noir or obscure comic books, you could do worse than become a regular reader of Greg's column.
A few weeks ago I sent Greg a copy of Halfway to Hell, in the hope that he might be interested in taking a look at it.
To my amazement, he's already read it, liked it and reviewed it in his latest column, where I'm delighted to be brushing shoulders with Doug Moench's Master of Kung Fu, Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu and Philip Jose Farmer's Wold Newton Series.
Greg writes:
[Halfway to Hell is] pulpy and nasty and moves like an express train...In his covering note, Gavin told me that some editors had turned it down for being too noir, or something. Well, in my household, there’s no such thing. It’s tough and cool and very much in the tradition of comics like Steven Grant’s 2 Guns or movies like Jason Statham’s The Mechanic. In point of fact, Halfway to Hell would make an amazing Jason Statham movie, come to think of it.
But until that happens, you can find Gavin’s book right here in Amazon’s Kindle store. Well worth the paltry $3.99 it’ll set you back. Check it out. After all, when one of the regulars here has published something this good, we should support it, and I’ve spent a lot more for books I liked a lot less. Hell, I’ve spent more for COMICS I liked a lot less.
You can read the review here, and if you're a fan of pulp fiction, noir or obscure comic books, you could do worse than become a regular reader of Greg's column.
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