Brooks – Story Engineering

story-engineeringI bought and read this book prior to attending a seminar led by Mr. Brooks. The workshop was far better than the book. The book can be useful but has extremely low information density. Mainly it is a ranting manifesto against muse-driven, spontaneous, seat-of-the-pants writing (as advocated by Stephen King and many poets), and in favor of promoting careful story planning (engineering), before you start writing your novel.

Brooks’s planning schema is a mini-beat sheet in word count or page number or screen-minute quartiles: 1. The Setup, in which the main character is introduced and the status quo (SQ) is established. This section ends with the “first plot point” or trigger incident, which upsets the status quo, forces the MC to react, and sets the story in motion. 2. The Response section shows the MC responding to the trigger and reveals the antagonist or obstacle (Ant). The MC struggles but fails to overcome the Ant. This section ends at the Midpoint, during which MC switches from defensive reactions to attack mode. 3. The Attack section shows MC gathering strength from a strategy for overcoming the Ant. However, the MC usually suffers a devastating failure first and hits bottom as Ant becomes ascendant. The section ends with the second plot point, in which MC discovers new information or resources that allows him to prevail. 4. In the Resolution section, MC does prevail over Ant and reestablishes a new SQ.

That is a useful outline for many stories. It’s a variation on the “three-act structure” of a screenplay. Brooks divides the traditional second act into his sections 2 and 3, which is helpful to a writer for avoiding the curse of the saggy middle.

In the seminar I took with Brooks, he attempted to tone down the arrogance apparent throughout his book but he still ranted (politely, but unyieldingly) against anyone who disagreed with him in any way. He explained the four-part structure and virtually commanded writers to use it in planning and to retrofit their existing first drafts into his schema.

In my class of 20 novel writers about a dozen attempted to explain their story outline in terms of  Brooks’s schema and not a single one could do it. This is not the fault of the outline, which is solid. The problem is that most writers are wedded to their story and even when they praise and espouse Brooks’s template, they are unable to separate form from content. By the last day of the workshop, he had given up and simply praised any story that cohered better than a word salad. I felt sorry for him.

Part of the problem is that Brooks’s outline is designed for the contemporary thriller, not so much for other genres, despite what he claims about its universality. Some stories are road trips, picaresques, reminiscences or episodes (Olive Kitteridge, for example). It doesn’t even fit a traditional mystery format very well.

Brooks is focused on how to become a “best-seller” and make a lot of money writing a hit novel and he thinks (probably rightly) that the easiest path to that goal is to write the next runaway hit thriller. But not everyone wants that.

He emphasizes that you must have a “killer concept” for your novel, a compelling idea that will immediately grab the reader (Snakes on a Plane!). It doesn’t occur to him that some writers use the novel as an art form to explore what it means to be human (Remains of the Day, for example). How some improbably contrived, fictional serial killer gets caught is of zero interest to such a writer.

Brooks seems to have no concept of contemporary literary fiction, which he disparages relentlessly. He apparently thinks literary fiction means flowery, purple prose, Henry James, perhaps. Not surprisingly, none of his examples are from literary fiction. All are from contemporary thrillers. That was a disadvantage for me, as I am not well-attuned to popular culture, and not at all to popular television series, so I was as unfamiliar with the examples he cited as he was with the kind of books I’m interested in (e.g., Faulkner, Strout, Ishiguro, Vonnegut, Pynchon, Woolf, Nabokov, Flanagan, De Lillo, Alexie).

In the few cases where I was familiar with his favorite authors (Dan Brown, James Patterson, Nelson DeMille, Andy Weir), they were without exception books and authors I have tried to read but have been unable, so badly were the works written, or so contrived and banal the stories. Brooks and I are apparently from different reading and writing planets.

Brooks also does not discriminate between the novel and the cinema form of storytelling, which are quite different. The main (only?) advantage of the novel form is its ability to explore the inner life of the characters, something difficult to do in cinema. His recommended method of writing is entirely external and objective, as defined in his template. Naturally then, a flat, visual, action-oriented story is his idea of perfection.

Brooks gives only the most superficial lip service to character development. He vaguely references the MC’s “inner demons” but has nothing to say about what role those play in the development of the story.  He talks about “resolving” the story, as in a Grisham drama, but doesn’t mention epiphany, reversal, or catharsis.

In his book and in the seminar, Brooks lists (as an afterthought — it does not appear in his schema) the character’s development, but by that he means only the causal sequence of the story line. For example, at the midpoint, MC switches from victimized responder to aggressive attack mode. Why? No reason at all. That is simply what happens at the midpoint. Perhaps MC  gets a second wind.

In his pseudo-explanation of “character development” Brooks gestures vaguely to a Joseph-Campbellesque list of archetypal roles, as if that covered it. He has nothing to say about how the character’s development drives the story – apparently because he sees the character arc as superfluous to the story line, which is entirely objective.

Brooks’s idea of “story” seems to be any marginally plausible causal sequence of events acted out by characters. Another definition, dating from Aristotle’s Poetics, is an account of how a character learns something about the relationship between self and world (or self and other). The classic example is Oedipus Rex. Brooks’s ideal characters are unreflective, too busy bashing bad guys to learn anything (e.g., Superman). I admit most readers (and book-buyers) prefer a Brooksian character and a Brooksian story, but that’s no excuse for being a dogmatic writing teacher.

Despite these shortcomings and the gratingly one-sided presentation of the ideas, I learned some valuable tips. I believe that literary fiction, to which I aspire, needs stronger story structure, and I believe it is possible to blend Brooks’s story engineering template with other approaches that focus on the character arc, with the result of an artistic and memorable story (if not a best-seller).

I feel that I have gone into the lair of the enemy, snatched a small treasure, and escaped undetected. It’s good to know what the Earthlings are thinking.

Brooks, Larry (2011) Story Engineering. Cincinnati, OH: Writers Digest Books.

Nelson – Deep POV

Deep POVThis booklet offers advice to writers about point of view. It defines POV as a “position” from which something is considered or evaluated (p.6). The author eventually explains that this “position” is not a spatial location (e.g., a camera placement in cinematography), but instead, the psychology of whichever character is telling the story at any given moment.

She downplays the psychology of the narrator and insists that POV refers only to fictional characters. On page 12 however she refers to the omniscient narrator as a character, which I’m not sure is correct.

Nelson dutifully distinguishes first-, second-, and third-person “points of view,” although those are structural devices and not quite the same thing as identification of which character’s psychology is telling the story. A third-person narrator can tell a story from the POV of several different characters.

Nelson helpfully connects POV to narrative distance, a crucial, if difficult concept for many writers. First-person POV is supposedly more intimate because the main character is directly accessible to the reader unlike  a character described at arm’s length by some third-person narrator. That’s certainly true.

However, a third-person-close narrator can go far deeper into the head of a character than a first-person narrator can, since nobody really knows everything (or even very much) about themselves. So it’s an oversimplification to say that first-person is always more intimate. It can be very constraining and there should be a good reason to choose it.

Nelson confusingly demonstrates narrative distance with several examples of free indirect discourse (FID), a narrative technique that she doesn’t define or explain. For a good examination of FID and narrative distance in general, a writer might enjoy an article by David Jauss: https://www.awpwriter.org/magazine_media/writers_chronicle_view/1731/from_long_shots_to_x-rays_distance_point_of_view_in_fiction_writing, an excerpt from his excellent book, On Writing Fiction: Rethinking Conventional Wisdom About the Craft. Cincinatti, OH: Writers Digest Books, 2011.

For Nelson, “Deep” POV seems to mean FID. It also means use of the objective correlative, describing actions and scenery in the context of a character’s concerns, rather than from the abstract, ungrounded POV of an omniscient narrator. Writers who want more on this might like to see Robert Owen Butler’s 2005 book, “From Where You Dream.”

Nelson rightly cautions writers against devolving into internal monologue in pursuit of deep POV, but her own examples are almost all FID, which can become tedious when overused. At least she doesn’t blatantly name emotions and feelings as some contemporary authors do (e.g., Elena Ferrante in “The Days of Abandonment”).

There’s plenty of advice for any writer, presented as cautions against overuse of dialog tags, prepositions, passive voice, and so on.

The book would have been stronger if it had identified and explained the concept of free indirect discourse, a technique that has been around since Madame Bovary. That flaw aside, the collection of admonitions and examples do make up an entreaty to avoid abstraction and emphasize character psychology, good advice for any writer.

Nelson, Jill Elizabeth (2012), Rivet Your Readers with Deep Point of View. Self-published: www.jillelizabethnelson.com. (59 pp.)

Capek – Rossum’s Universal Robots

RUR

Revenge of the Robots

RUR is a play, first produced in 1922,  remembered for introducing the word “robot” into the English lexicon. The story is, lifelike robots are manufactured by the millions to be servants and laborers so humans will never have to work again. The robots are called Rossum’s Universal Robots, after their creator.

The robots eventually unionize, decide they’re being exploited, and revolt against their human masters in armed conflict. What they don’t have, however are Rossum’s original plans, so they are unable to replace themselves and they know they are already wearing out. The last remaining human is unable to re-create the lost plans. Stalemate? It’s unclear. The ending is a nonsensical mess. Presumably the robots take over the world then…?

In the early decades of the twentieth century, automation, such as Ford’s assembly line, threatened to take over human life. By the same token, assembly line factory work was mind-numbing and alienating, treating workers as little more than robots. Labor unions were becoming stronger and more disruptive, and the communist paradise was just around the corner. The horror of technology in warfare was fresh from World War I. Remarkably, this short play reflects all those anxieties.

By today’s standards, the play is clunky, wordy, and overwrought with quaint concerns about the robots’ souls, the moral imperative of biological reproduction, how AI machines should be treated, and the difference between a person and a machine.

Nevertheless the play also anticipated many AI conundrums we still think about such as unintended consequences, whether machines can really think, whether they can be ethical beings or have emotions, and whether it would be a mistake to use robots to produce other robots (the so-called “singularity” problem).

It’s worth a quick read for anybody interested in the sci-fi literature of AI.

R.U.R. (1921). Karel Capek. Wildsidebooks.com (POD) (86 pp).

The Population Bomb

The_Population_BombA colleague, Skylar Kahn, once met Isaac Asimov and subsequently wrote an interesting rememberance of one his speeches from the 1970’s (www.copperarea.com/pages/isaac-asimov-womans-role/). The theme of population growth concerns me and inhabits my latest sci-fi novel in progress.

In his concern about overpopulation, Asimov  echoed the popular intellectual concern raised by Paul Erlichman’s best-selling 1968 book, The Population Bomb, a Malthusian alert.

Much of the panic around population growth has eased as the “green revolution” and other technological advances demonstrated that we can feed 8 billion people. But it’s a false complacency, since we are now up against the carrying capacity of the planet, which no amount of seed engineering can overcome.

Is the solution to channel the population to other planets and moons? That is the vision of some, such as Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. But as a timing exercise it doesn’t quite clock out. We are many decades, or centuries away from sustainable migration to other worlds, while the demise of the one we live on seems rather imminent.

Is it feasible, as Asimov suggested, to voluntarily reduce population growth? That seems unlikely also. The reproduction rate does drop with increasing affluence and education, especially education of women, but globally, the expansion of education does not look sufficient to keep pace, especially in Africa, Asia, and Latin America. We will run out of time (and space, and water, etc.) long before any significant voluntary reduction.

What about war and disease, the “natural” population controls mentioned by Asimov, and Erlichman?  One hates to place one’s hopes on apocalyptic visions, but probability is on its side. Control of malaria, AIDS, tuberculosis, cholera, and other population decimators works against pandemics, but only the wit of diplomats holds war at bay. When climate change makes shortages of food and water bite even the rich, it could be “everyone against everyone,” as Thomas Hobbes said.

The devastation of war would synergize the effects of climate change and the combination would definitely get the job done, resetting the engine of population growth.

However, that situation may not be recoverable. Earlier population devastators, such as the European plague, wiped out a third of the people but that was only a pause in ineluctable growth. It might have even been beneficial, disrupting the feudal system of labor allocation to make space for capitalism.

This time around, it is difficult to see how a combination of climate change and war would be other than an unstoppable race to oblivion. With the loss of technocratic civilization, cockroaches and lizards would fare well, but human populations might never recover.

Of course older people always foretell the end of the world. Perhaps we lack imagination. Certainly we lack the naïve optimism of youth that gets impossible things done. Perhaps the best hope is today’s youth. C’mon people: do something!

Why Trump is Good For America

TrumpNews media are abuzz with stories of how the establishment Republican party is desperate to stop Trump from getting the presidential nomination. Why? Because he’s supposed to be a flawed character, vulgar and duplicitous, intellectually vapid, and ill-suited for the office. I can’t disagree.

His candidacy has made America an international laughing-stock, many argue. The cover of The Economist of March 4, 2016 (A British newsmagazine) shows Trump’s face in an “Uncle Sam” outfit with the caption, “Really?”

Yet despicable as he is as a personality, I admire the fact that the American political process is working as it should. Few in the ruling political classes, even in his own party, approve of Trump,  and few in the monied class support him. Yet there enough voters who do like him to propel him to prominence. Voters, not pundits, not behind-the-scenes kingmakers, not oligarchs. Voters.

The American primary process is convoluted, probably beyond the comprehension of all but a few foreigners, but the plain fact is that it is a democracy that bends to the will of the people. Yes, the people are often stupid, but they are the people, and that is the point. Imagine how the rise of Trump fiasco must look to thoughtful people in Russia, China, North Korea, Zimbabwe, Cuba, Syria, Egypt, and elsewhere.

Some observers (e.g., in Egypt), might think, “Yeah, we did that too, and it meant nothing. The generals took over.”  I have faith that if Trump is elected, he will take office and stay in office until removed by lawful means. It would be wrong for the Republican Party officials to act like Egyptian generals.

Trump is a clown and the candidates’ debates are a circus, but ridiculous as the process makes America seem, it is a glorious demonstration to the world that it is possible for ordinary people to govern themselves (for better or worse). It’s something for Americans to be proud of, not ashamed of.

Consider the alternatives, if a sizeable segment of society were unable to express their political voice. Riots? Terrorism? Civil War? Coup d’etat? I’d rather have people enthusiastically supporting an incompetent candidate for reasons I cannot fathom. I’d rather have that candidate win the election than suffer the alternatives.

The system is working as it was intended to.

The Mystery of Mysteries

LCCPhoenix, Arizona is not very coastal but
Left Coast Crime held its annual mystery and crime-writing conference there recently. The conference’s definition of “coastal” is anyplace west of the central time zone and that includes PHX (mountain time). Next year the conference is in Honolulu, which is about as “coastal” as you can get.

I attended because Phoenix is just up the street and I have a police thriller novel that’s about as good as I can make it, ready for release to the world, and I thought I might find opportunity to take the wrapper off it.

I did shake down some opportunity. I finagled invitations to submit from two editors. one a robust regional publisher of mysteries and thrillers which is not taking submissions, according to their web site, but I buttonholed the right person at a “celebratory breakfast” and she told me what to say in my letter so my submission would come to her personal attention. Can’t beat that.

The other editor was from a boutique New York publisher. In that regard, the conference was a success for me. I will submit with personal letters that recall our warm and friendly relationship at the wonderful LCC conference, and our meaningful conversation at the deafening and overpriced bar.

In another way the conference was a sober learning experience. I discovered that I really don’t care for the mystery genre (despite being the president of Arizona Mystery Writers!). In perusing the titles in the booksellers’ hall, and talking with authors at the meetings, it came to me: what sells, what is successful, are tiny variations on the simple whodunit theme.

The formula is well-known. Somebody is dead, an investigator (professional or amateur) seeks the culprit. Clues are revealed along with misdirection, and the perpetrator turns out to be not who you thought it was going to be, although despite any surprises, the solution to the mystery must be evidence-based. People who enjoy crossword-puzzles probably enjoy mysteries.

The latest and greatest mystery titles at the conference followed the formula closely and distinguished themselves with setting in time and place and by the social characteristics of the investigator. So you had “New and Exciting” mysteries taking place on a NASCAR track, in a national park, on Grecian islands, in the diamond district of Antwerp, in a Zoo, in precolonial Bolivia, in Edwardian England. You had investigators with a “Fresh Voice” such as a kick-ass young woman, a desperate immigrant, an AI computer, a cat or dog or penguin (animal investigators are apparently huge right now), a Ukrainian housewife, a coal-miner, a psychologist, and just about any other carbon- or silicon-based life-form or social role you can imagine, the less plausible the better.

But the formula doesn’t change. Nor does the dialog or the pace or the level of diction. The stories are focused on plot, with largely invisible narrators, and characters motivated solely by circumstance who have no psychological interiors beyond stereotypy. Not to get my nose too far out of joint, but of the dozen or so novels I sampled, only one drew me as far as the halfway mark before I was overwhelmed with boredom.

This is a successful genre of writing and these books sell by the millions. There were over 700 mystery writers in attendance, all successful. Readers don’t ask much of a mystery. They like to “learn about” exotic or unusual locations, not-too-unfamiliar time periods, and stereotypical professions, so details on those are what drive sales, not changes to  the basic formula.

It was a revelation of sorts. I saw clearly what was required to be a successful mystery writer, and I also saw that I was not interested. My challenge is to write interesting characters with personal psychological journeys that illuminate something true about human life. The mystery/thriller pattern is secondary for me, as are settings and costumes.

In describing my work to editors, I characterized it as “literary,” with the mystery aspect serving only to drive the plot. “All our books are literary,” one editor replied. She was either unaware of that descriptor, or, more likely, dismissive of it.

“What is literary?” the other editor snapped back, somewhat defensively.

“Describing a character’s journey in a way that reveals something meaningful about the human condition,” I replied.

“Every good novel does that,” she said.

I agreed, but did not draw the obvious conclusion that therefore, most of the novels on offer at this conference were not “good.”

Genre categories are marketing devices that signal readers what to expect. To separate a customer from his money, a publisher must dangle the satisfaction the customer already expects. In a literary novel, you never know what you might encounter. It’s an exploration, a challenge, sometimes a disappointment. Mystery readers don’t want that, though there are successful mystery and thriller authors who write character-driven stories (e.g., Le Carre).

Why then, am I going to submit to two mystery publishers, when it has become clear to me that I do not fit the category? One reason is that both of these publishers claimed to be open to character-driven stories (but they might have meant role-driven; that’s an open question), and because I want to believe that a character-driven story is just more interesting than a purely plot-driven one, even if the narrator has a clever voice.

But I don’t represent the target demographic.

Alien Cultures

Greek battleI’ve been reading ancient Greek tragedies by Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides, and other poets, and trying to wrap my head around a culture that celebrated war and glorious death in battle. It was the unquestioned and unquestionable fate of healthy young men (and they all were healthy, because the ancient Greeks practiced infanticide).

Here are statements by ancient lyric poets about how war and death in battle define the good life, Lyric Poet Callinus first, then Lyric poet Tyrtaeus.

Lyric Quote 1 Lyric Quote 2

 

 

 

 

 

Who would believe that tripe? Those sound like modern recruitment messages from ISIS. Die in battle for the cause and enjoy everlasting glory!  Along with 72 raisins. I guess there’s always somebody ready to believe such messages.

The glorification of war might have been more sincere then, but it seems that much of it was cynical manipulation of the populace for the personal gain of the oligarchy that ran the country and stood to benefit from war. The same then as now.

Yet the entire world of ancient Greek culture was based on that thesis and it seemed to work for them. Dissenters are hard to find. It seems like such an alien culture to the modern mind.

Then someone in the class asked about the translation of the word, “Hades.” Did it mean “Hell?”

The professor explained that Hades was where all the ancient dead went, good or bad. There were no distinct domains of heaven and hell with their associated moral judgements, because, after all, this was very much pre-Christian society.

The student, an elderly woman, shook her head in despair. “So they just didn’t know the truth,” she concluded softly.

I was shocked by her conclusion. Pity those poor ignorant ancients. They were uninformed about the crucial distinction between heaven and hell.

How could anybody in the modern world reach such a conclusion? It was stunning to me, and I realized, that woman’s world was as alien to me as the warrior culture of ancient Greece.

You don’t have to travel back in time three thousand years to find a belief systme that seems utterly alien.

Great First Chapter

BreugelThe first chapter of this novel was brilliant and won me over. A sophisticated city couple retreats to their country cottage in England, where they try to be friendly with the country-bumpkin neighbors who own an estate, and significantly, several old paintings they’d like to have evaluated.

“The [dogs’] owner appears around the side of the cottage, … a real countryman… ‘Heel!’ he says, in an effortlessly landowning kind of voice and the dogs become instantly subservient.”

I love “an effortlessly landowning voice.”  What a lot of social information is packed into that casual phrase. (Too bad about the extraneous two words that somewhat spoil it).

The city people hold their noses and try to make nice. They have expertise in art history, she in “iconography.” he in “iconology.” One of the humorous delights of the chapter is the explanation of that meaningless difference which they take very seriously.

“I sneak a quick look at the books on the shelves. There’s abundant leather-bound evidence of the voracious appetite possessed by earlier generations of Churts for genealogy and local curiosities. But by the time the leather bindings cease, literary intake seems to have declined, first to travel diaries and sporting memoirs, then to a few paperback thrillers and spy stories, then, in the last thirty or forty years, so far as I can see, to nothing at all.” (p. 19).

That is just terrific writing (alas, again spoiled by an additional sentence tacked onto the end, “Our new friend’s obviously not a literary man.”)

Unfortunately, carefully observed and expertly rendered social observation are fairly well-confined to the first chapter. After that, the story and the writing become tedious in the extreme. The writing is entirely objectivized, meaning full of workmanlike descriptions of persons, places, and things, with characters’ interior states simply declared without psychological justification.

I plodded on because I have a particular interest in art history, but soon I was ground down even by that. Did you know that Jan Breugel the Elder (painter of Hunters in the Snow) for a time signed his name Brueghel, until around 1560 when he dropped the “h.” But when he registered his sons’ births, he gave them the ‘h?’ Then, when his son, Breughel the Younger had his own son, he changed his name to Breughel the Elder, so there were two Elders, one with an ‘h’ and one without. No, you didn’t know that.

But who cares? There’s some point at which the minute details of any profession simply don’t make good reading for a general audience.

A rather transparent swindle story is laid over the relentless art-history but it’s entirely predictable and I never did care about it because the characters were all so  manufactured. It’s as though Frayne did all this extremely detailed art-historical research and by gosh he wanted you to see every ounce of it. That’s usually a beginner’s error.

But what do I know? Booker Prize Finalist. The novel obviously appeals to others. I may becoming a curmudgeon.

Frayne, Michael (1999). Headlong. New York: Picador (344 pp.).

 

Wrong Black Hat

villainI recently finished the tenth revision of my cop thriller novel. I’ve been working on it for five years. It’s been through a million cuts and folds. The original is no longer even recognizable in it, and I thought I had finally gotten it right. So I submitted it to my critique group, a wonderful gang of fellow-writers. Five of them signed up for the read.

The oral critique went well. There were lots of useful comments and questions about character, theme, language and structure. They all finished the read, bought the story, liked the characters, and had positive evaluations. Two major criticisms came out of the two-hour session (supplemented by detailed written notes from each person).

The first was a problem I have been aware of from the beginning. My main character (MC) has a self-contradictory interior. Years ago he started out as a tough-guy, Chandleresque cop. That seemed unoriginal and stereotyped and I decided I wanted to have a MC with a genuine character arc. But he’d still be a tough cop, at least in the beginning. As events unfold, he becomes more reflective until in the end, he questions his basic values and changes his attitudes.

I always wondered if that was believable. Cops are a psychological type, self-selected for the profession by their personality (According to a clinical psychologist friend of mine who works with police, they have consistently elevated scores on MMPI scales 4, 6, and 9). So, would a high-functioning, successful cop really become sensitive and reflective as I had portrayed my MC?

One of my critique readers was certain it would never happen. “Is this guy supposed to be a tough detective or a social worker?” he growled. He didn’t like the way the character changed over time. “The genre cop and the literary character are incompatible types,” he advised. He didn’t think the character was believable.

He may be right, but that was the point of this character and this project. Could I write a tough cop who was more than a two-dimensional stereotype? In movies of tough cops they always include a couple of scenes where he’s tenderly putting his children to bed, just to show that he’s a human being. That’s tokenism. I fast-forward past those scenes. I wanted my character to really be a complex person, interesting enough to engage with. So I’m letting that criticism stand.

The other main criticism, however, was devastating.

“You’ve got the wrong black hat at the showdown,” my colleague said. I didn’t understand at first.

“What is the big showdown scene?” he asked. “The gunfight at the O.K. Corral?”

“Well, it’s spread over several chapters. The corrupt narcotics lieutenant intimidates MC and controls his son, but then MC finds the hard evidence of corruption, then finally MC watches corrupt lieutenant do the perp walk.”

“So there is no single shootout scene?”

“No.”

“But the lieutenant is the black hat?”

“Yes.”

“What about the big drug kingpin?”

“Also a black hat.”

“But he doesn’t appear in the shootout.”

“There is no shootout.”

“I think that’s exactly why you picked the wrong black hat. Kingpin is the real black hat, but he just fades into the background. No shootout. Lieutenant is just a local bully, not important.”

As soon as my colleague said that, I knew it was right. I had identified the wrong antagonist in my story!  How was that even possible? The author should always know, at the very minimum, who is the good guy and who is the bad guy. I had made an inconceivably stupid error in story structure.

Part of the error arose from having gone through so many major revisions with this story. Over the years, characters have been added and cut, whole story lines cut, settings changed, everything. In the process of logging the trees, I lost sight of the forest.

But also, thinking back to the creation of the tale, I had in mind a kind of stealthy and reclusive antagonist modeled along the cunning East German boss, Karla, nemesis to protagonist George Smiley in Le Carre’s Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. I didn’t want my antagonist to be on stage, but rather, to be a lurking menace like Karla. As a result, I realized, in my novel, MC and villain never face each other, not even once. That’s why there was no shootout scene. I was so successful keeping Kingpin in the background that I overlooked him!

This is why you must have a trusted critique group of experienced writers. You can’t get enough separation on your work to see it well. I am forever grateful for my group. But now I have some difficult surgery to perform.

What Are Stories For?

Greek ChorusRecently I’ve been reading some of the classical Greek plays, notably Aeschylus: Agamemnon, The Persians, and Seven Against Thebes; Sophocles: Ajax. I took a couple of Classics courses in college and enjoyed them, and this re-visit broadens my understanding.

I’ve been especially interested in the role of the chorus in Greek theater. They were a group of six to twelve singers who stood together, up front near the orchestra. They engaged in musical dialog with the actors.

I’ve learned as much from the introductions to the plays by scholars and translators as I have from the plays themselves. Apparently, the chorus represented the wisdom of the community, and were typically presented as old women or old men (all played by men though, of course).

In the beginning, Greek theater was the chorus and nothing else. Basically a choir would sing and chant music and poetry for the entertainment and edification of the audience. Sophocles was himself a prize-winning conductor of boys’ choirs.

Over time, as the parts in the choir became differentiated, a lead singer would take a solo and engage in a sort of musical conversation with the rest of the choir. Eventually, the lead singer separated from the choir and stood alone on the stage. That was the first actor and Greek theater was born.

In most fifth-century (BCE) plays, there are only two or three actors, who converse with each other and the chorus. In a very funny section of “Seven Against Thebes,” the main character, Eteocles, becomes annoyed with the chorus and orders them to shut the hell up (which they won’t). But that’s unusual. Mostly, the chorus articulates the feelings and thoughts of the community, giving the main actor an opportunity to speak indirectly to the (idealized) audience.

I wonder if the device of the chorus is a literary structure that could be revived in modern literature somehow. I tried to do something like that in my first novel, “Hunter and Hunted,” (www.bit.ly/Hunter-Hunted), with limited success. It seems there should be a way to have the reading public explicitly represented in the story.

We don’t really have a way for characters to address the reader directly any more, nor a way for the audience to talk back to the main character.  Yes, we have the clunky second-person point of view, where the main character addresses “Dear reader.” Nabokov managed it well in Lolita, and a few others have, but usually that second-person voice quickly devolves into a traditional, word-spewing first-person narrator. Is it a loss for us to not have a literary structure where the characters can address the reader directly?

We also don’t have a way for the reading audience (as represented) to address the main character directly. What we do is create a so-called “reaction character” whose story purpose is to say to the protagonist things like “Don’t do it, Harry! It’s a bad idea!”  But do such reaction characters really represent the reading audience?

The community seemed well-represented in speaking against Hester Prynn in The Scarlet Letter, but in the end, after Dimsdale was exposed, we saw that the community’s scorn might have been misplaced. I can’t think of a good example of where community feelings and thoughts about the main character’s actions are well-represented in modern literature.

Maybe a chorus seems too heavy-handed anymore. Let the character act and encounter glory or doom as it happens, and that’s the story. What the audience thinks, or should think, is not in the equation. Think whatever you want about the character and his story. If you’re unsure, join a book club.

Is that where we are now? Has pluralism evolved to the point where it is no longer possible or desirable for fiction to edify an audience? If that’s so, what is an author’s responsibility? Simply to entertain? Shouldn’t every novel then be a book of jokes?

Maybe we’re at a place in literature where authors are no longer authoritative. “If you want to send a message, send a telegram,” said Samuel Goldwyn, with the implication that modern storytelling is not about sending messages. What is it about then?