Reading versus writing…

I’m always amazed when talking to other writers who tell me they don’t do much reading.  They make all kinds of excuses:  I don’t want to steal anyone’s X, where X could be plot, characters, settings, and so forth.  Sure, outright stealing is plagiarism, and it’s not recommended for writers, newbies or old-timers.  Another excuse: I want my ideas to be fresh, not stale and formulaic.  I don’t know how you can be fresh if you don’t know what other writers are doing in your genre.  And, if you don’t, how can you avoid becoming stale and formulaic?  The most stupid excuse: I don’t have the time.

I don’t buy any of these excuses.  In particular, I don’t know how someone can want to become a writer without being an avid reader first.  Way back when, I decided I liked writing after reading so many books that I thought I could do that too—maybe not better, but differently.  Life’s financial obligations delayed my ambitions (fortunately, I’ve never had to make a living writing), but during that delay I still read, preferring reading to most other forms of entertainment.

I tried golf, bowling, Zen Buddhism (maybe that’s not entertainment?), protesting the war, discovering all sorts of wine and spirits, eating fine and varied ethnic foods, learning the Colombian tiple (look it up)—you name it.  Reading beat them all save one (don’t ask—this is a PG-13 blog).  Books are generally available everywhere.  Nowadays it’s a reader’s world—there are so many books to choose from that you must become an educated consumer.  But, unlike buying a smart phone, it’s not costly to make a few mistakes, if you stick to indie books, in particular.

I learned a lot from other writers just from reading their works.  I’d be reading along and say to myself, “I like what she did there—that’s clever,” or, “jeez, that’s too much back story all in one huge glob—boring, boring!”  I’ve been influenced by books you’ve probably never heard about.  I was trying to remember Robert Heinlein’s Friday (her story has the same title) in the panel discussion section at the book fair BooksNJ the other day—I remembered the character, but not the name (I’m terrible with names).

Anyway, a wee bit of Friday is in many of my smart, kick-ass female characters.  I just read the Wikipedia article on the book and realized that Sirena, one of the protagonists in Evil Agenda, owes a lot to Friday, for example (I’m working on a new book featuring Sirena).  I also realized that maybe the seeds for my ideas about the Chaos originated there (see “The Chaos Chronicles Trilogy,” my version of the Foundation series).  That’s not plagiarism, but it’s possibly a bow to Heinlein, the old master, who gave me many hours of reading pleasure.  (His The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress is one of the best sci-fi novels ever written.)

This forgetfulness (signs of early senility?) reminded me of my search for mystery writers when my muses were beating on me to write a true mystery involving Detectives Chen and Castilblanco (Teeter-Totter between Lust and Murder was the result).  During that period when I read many mysteries, from classic to modern, I discovered Ian Rankin.  He turned out to be a definite influence on me.  But, I’ll have to admit, I already had read one mystery writer who influenced me a lot more before I even gave in to the muses’ nagging—Isaac Asimov.  Primarily known as a sci-fi and popular science writer, his two novels, Caves of Steel and The Naked Sun, are sci-fi classics that are mysteries (the android Daneel Olivaw, detective Elijah Bailey’s partner and possibly the model for Star Trek’s Data, is found all through to the end of the classic and extended Foundation series).

Writers who aren’t avid readers can’t hope to get into the minds of readers.  If you pick up a successful book, you know that success is determined by the number of readers—there aren’t many other useful metrics.  (Note that I’m saying readers, not buyers.  The former is harder to count, I realize, but it’s a fact of life that libraries and people lend books!)  I’m not implying that a writer should figure out what readers see in a successful book and then write for that same audience, even if that were possible.  I’m talking more about a genre and subgenre thing.  By understanding the readers of genres and subgenres, a writer can understand what’s expected while she also figures out where she can “write outside the box” to keep her writing bold and fresh.  There’s a subtle difference there.

I can’t imagine writing what I’ve written without these influences and many others.  Writers who write without being avid readers are in danger of writing in a vacuum.  If you’re a writer, what’s your opinion on this?  If you’re a reader, you probably have some thoughts on this subject too.  Can readers really connect with a writer who is so self-absorbed that he or she has no idea what other writers are doing?  Or, what readers are reading?  A more modern question:  Can a writer successfully promote his or her books without connecting them to the broad world of readers?  (As always, comments are welcome.)

In libris libertas….

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3 Responses to “Reading versus writing…”

  1. Scott Says:

    Hello, Steve,

    Been out of town for a couple of weeks so I’m catching up on your blog entries, starting with this one…

    Like you, I’ve always found reading to be one of my top relaxation pleasures. You listed a number of activities you’ve tried that haven’t topped it, but for me, the one thing that has at least tied it is playing music. Not listening; that’s fun too, but for me, sitting down at a piano or picking up my guitar is just about as relaxing (guitar less so, because my fingertips hurt after a while). I can sit down and begin playing piano and look up at the clock and an hour has passed, and I swear it’s only been 10 minutes since I started. They also say that music affects the brain by activating parts that help you relax, and I’ve found that THE best way for me to relieve stress or change my mood to a more pleasant way is to play piano, even better than reading! (And no, I’m not really that good at it – certainly not as good as I should be given that I started playing organ at age 5…but I do love to just sit there and play.)

    Also, you mention Asimov’s mysteries. I’m sure you’re aware of those “Black Widower” short mysteries he wrote (I think that’s what they were called), but do you remember a conventional mystery called “Murder at the ABA”? The main character was a writer named Darius Just, and he meets up with a rather insufferable fellow writer named Isaac Asimov as he investigates a murder. It was pretty fun, and funny, as well as being a pretty well constructed mystery. (It’s been a long time since I read it…so my memory might be skewed…)

    Take care,
    Scott

  2. steve Says:

    Hi Scott,
    Welcome back, and thanks for your comments.
    I echo your enthusiasm for music. I played the tiple (Colombian guitar) until I ran out of strings (anyone know how to get them?), and learned the piano in my forties (I use fakebooks now–left hand, chords; right hand, melody and occasional two-part harmony). My original instrument was the trombone and was once good enough to play that devilish trombone solo in Mahler’s Third at one time. I’ve also been an avid listener to folk (including Latin American), pop, and classical. I still spend much more time reading.
    If I remember correctly, the Black Widower mysteries were all short stories without sci-fi elements–I believe I read most of them. He had a couple of short stories we can classify as sci-fi mysteries, but I still think the Bailey/Olivaw mysteries are his greatest sci-fi mystery achievements. I’m not familiar with “Murder at the ABA.” I will try to find it.
    All the best,
    Steve

  3. Scott Says:

    No disagreement with you about THE NAKED SUN and THE CAVES OF STEEL. Both were classics, in my opinion.

    MURDER AT THE ABA was one of those Mystery Guild bookclub selections that I tried simply because it was Asimov, and I enjoyed it. Nothing deep, and nothing SF about it. But it was fun to read…

    Take care,
    Scott