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.

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 - a tale of murder in the social networking age
 
Available free for all formats from Smashwords

Also available (but not yet free) from Amazon US and Amazon UK
 
 
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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Carrie. The Shining. Christine. The Shawshank Redemption.

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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.