Hard-boiled or minimalist writing?
I love to chat with other authors, even if it’s via the internet. (In fact, I’m ugly and big enough that I might scare them in a face-to-face meeting!) Linda Hall, whose excellent book Night Watch I recently reviewed, mentioned that my style was a bit like Raymond Chandler’s. She was referring to my mystery/thriller/crime/detective series featuring NYPD homicide detectives Chen and Castilblanco (the series is now featured in my new look). Oh, the memories! I thought back to those many “hard-boiled detective stories” I read in my youth. Linda is right in seeing their influence, but I use a different stylistic description; to me, “hard-boiled” means something more general, minimalist writing. You’ll find it even in my sci-fi stories.
Minimalist writing is a technique to get the reader to participate in the creative process. I want every reader to develop his own mental picture of Detective Castilblanco, physically but also in mannerisms, language, and actions, for example. I have to paint a wee bit on the canvas, suggestions, as it were, but the reader has to finish the painting. Is this lazy writing? I suppose some writers would call it that. It includes “hard-boiled,” of course, but goes much farther. The truth of the matter is, unless you actually know Castilblanco and have been around him for years, your mental picture generated from my words on the page is just as valid as mine!
Long ago, I concluded that was what writers of hard-boiled detective stories were trying to do. In that sense, those wonderful old and wonderful Sam Spade Bogart movies were less successful, because a movie viewer differs from a book reader. A book has no visuals, beyond the cover. While many might identify Sam Spade with Bogart, a reader of those tales who never saw the movies will have his own internal visual. The written words on each page stimulate the human brain to create an imaginary picture of the character. Every kid knows this (I’d read my Tarzan comics and then go in the backyard and jump off a cliff onto a threatening lion with a knife in my mouth—the cliff was a stepladder, but the knife, my Dad’s bait knife, was real). Your mental picture of Castilblanco will differ from someone else’s. Sure, there will be common elements—everyone will have Mr. C chomping on Tums, for example.
On Tuesday, I referred to the Z-series by John Stockmyer. Z, or Bob Zapolska, is a hard-boiled PI who lives on the edge and often jumps from the frying pan to the fire. Although some might say his life is full of nasty coincidences—disparate events suddenly coming together in a mega-crime—the Z-series is fine minimalist writing (Z chomps on aspirin instead of Tums, though, although he mentions the latter in the second book in the series). In my casual reading as well as my writing, I prefer minimalist to verbose description (Moby Dick) and taut dialogue to seventy-page discourse (Atlas Shrugged). It’s all a reflection of the Goldilocks Principle liberally applied to writing—not too much of anything, but just enough. I probably would have had three dwarves, not seven! (You need three to resolve differences, especially if you keep Grumpy around.)
Minimalist writing goes beyond hard-boiled. It’s difficult to call Mary Jo Melendez’ story in Muddlin’ Through a hard-boiled mystery about a woman out for revenge, but it is minimalist writing. So are the sci-fi novels in my “Chaos Chronicles Trilogy.” While sci-fi must contain some description, often called world-building, you still must pay attention to Goldilocks. People often find 19th century classics boring due to excess verbosity and schmaltzy dialogue (the interminable suffering of Jean Valjean found in the novel was carried over to the musical stage, making that musical just as boring as the book and a bladder-buster besides). Reading tastes are just as subjective as Broadway plays, of course; some people revel in verbose schmaltz. I don’t.
Tom Clancy once said, “I try to keep it simple. Just tell the damned story.” He didn’t follow his own advice in Red Storm Rising (the modern version of War and Peace—where were the Pentagon censors?) and later books, but his book Hunt for Red October was a minimalist jewel—he “just” told a great story. Modern readers like minimalist writing, even though many probably don’t even realize that’s what they’re reading. That’s an easy explanation for the popularity of cozy mysteries, for example—either minimal mysteries with a romantic flare or minimal romances with a mystery flare (you pick the definition that suits you). Surprisingly, the short story and novella seem to be waning in popularity, and even kid readers are counter examples (maybe just not wanting Harry Potter to end explaining the continued popularity of Rowlings later verbose monstrosities in the series?), so readers’ love of brevity isn’t necessarily the rule (how else can we explain the Jane Austen fad?).
The truth is, we love to write what we love to read. I hate 19th century romanticism, for example—the only Dickens novel I truly like is Tale of Two Cities, an excellent minimalist thriller (some call it a morality play, but what good mystery or thriller isn’t?). I despise Jane Eyre and Silas Marner. That’s just me. You might have other opinions about Dickens, Austen, and Eliot. That’s why we live in such a great time. There are enough books out there, even new releases, for every reading taste. It might be hell on Earth for writers, but readers can’t have it any better than that!
In libris libertas….
December 4th, 2014 at 1:28 pm
Gotta disagree with you about Les Mis. I’ve been in love with the musical since it first came to Chicago in the late 1980’s (I think). Seen it numerous times. I love the vocal performances and I love the songs. The book has been next to impossible for me to read, but I can watch the stage version over and over. (It didn’t do nearly as well as a film for me.)
Just finished up THE COLLECTOR. Still “collecting” my thoughts on it for a review, but I liked it a lot. I think perhaps I was a little less enthused about the resolution than I usually am, and I’ll probably reread the last couple of chapters again before reviewing it. But I enjoyed the story.
December 4th, 2014 at 1:40 pm
Different strokes for different folks: maybe I thought about that painful book too much when I saw the musical, but I also remember that it all sounded the same to me. I saw it twice (i.e. I gave it another chance). But I like my Broadway musicals to be simple–if I can’t play the tunes from a fakebook or hum or whistle them, I’m lost. You’ll also have to admit it’s too long–a real bladder buster.
You probably didn’t like the incomplete resolution in The Collector. Sometimes I do that because I’m an unpredictable old curmudgeon (The Midas Bomb, No Amber Waves of Grain, and Survivors of the Chaos come to mind). Agatha always resolved everything and tied it up in a nice little bow–I think we’re beyond that in mystery writing.
I hope you had a great Thanksgiving.
December 5th, 2014 at 11:53 am
Oh, yeah, it’s a long one, no doubt. I understand what you mean about sounding the same – themes are repeated many times throughout the musical – I think there are maybe only six or seven different songs, and some of it is almost like a chant. I have an “easy piano” book from which I’ve learned a handful of tunes – my favorite to play is BRING HIM HOME followed closely by EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES. It also helps that I love the current ValJean, an Iranian-Canadian named Ramin Karimloo. He played Enjolras (the student leader) in the 25th anniversary concert, and then did PHANTOM in London as well as performing in LOVE NEVER DIES. Saw him in concert in Chicago and he has a phenomenal voice. Brings chills to me, it’s so powerful. Of course, all in my opinion. 🙂
I was okay with the incomplete resolution, but I admit I had to go back and read it again when I finished it to make sure I didn’t miss something. Then I realized that it had sort of been resolved, because the story wasn’t really about the paintings so much as it was the human trafficking. Anyway, I did really like it. I thought it was a great addition to the C&C catalogue.
December 6th, 2014 at 7:58 am
Broadway musicals I use to measure others by are My Fair Lady and West Side Story. Using them, I found Miss Saigon to be better than Les Miz. I’m not saying the latter is bad, but it didn’t do it for me. In fact, you mention Phantom. It was a bit formulaic, but I can play almost everything from my fake book. (That songman’s best was Cats, though, from the plot perspective and the harkening back to T. S. Eliot, I believe.)
Spoiler alert: The paintings still are “lost” in the book because they’re still lost in the real world. The subtheme about people wanting to own something that no one else can enjoy is also an important one–maybe the motivation in their lives for many Wall Street bankers?