Archive | April, 2011

Give Your Writing Group Questions!

28 Apr

As the Screw Iowa Writers Group prepares for their summer writing workshop, they’re sending their manuscripts out to one another.  We like to have enough time to read all the pages and prepare our suggestions and edits for each other.  (Sorry, ladies!  I will get my pages to you by the end of this week! I promise!)  Some of us will send out really rough drafts, others will send out pieces we read last year that have undergone extensive revision and polishing.  Some of the manuscripts we read will be ready to submit for publication, others may end up in a heap of “good, but rejected attempts at writing.”   Since we’re sending out such a range of work to one another, a useful tool is providing a list of questions with our manuscripts.

Directed peer editing is a helpful way to get what you want out of your writing group.  By sending out your manuscript with a list of questions, you’ll make better use of your readers’ time and effort and get more specific suggestions out of them.  I wouldn’t want my writing group to take a red pen and harshly work over a manuscript that is in rough draft form–chances are that many of those pages will get cut and they’ve put all that expert work into editing that wasn’t necessary.  Alternately, if I’m really satisfied with a piece and only want “fine-tuning” suggestions, I’ll feel annoyed to receive my piece back with major overhauls written into the margins.  (Of course, I’d want major problems brought to my attention, and a good editor takes a piece where it’s at, which Marni, Mariana, Lauren and Nina are very good at doing.)

On the same tack, if you’re working with new writers who aren’t familiar with how to edit well, a list of questions will direct their attention in a way that is helpful to you as an author.  A beginning editor will only point out spelling mistakes and praise you for everything else.  If you want more out of that kind of reader, you have to tell them what you want them to look for in your manuscript.

Some great questions to attach to a manuscript you’ve submitted to your writing group might include:

*  At any point did the story lag or become boring to you?  Was the pacing good or did some parts read too slow?

* Do you have questions about my story?  (Perhaps something needs further development or explanation, like a relationship between characters or a plot point.)

*  Did my characters come alive off the page?  Did any of them require more description?

*  Do I have too many characters?

*  What should I cut from this piece?

*  Does the dialogue sound realistic?

*  Are you always clear on the setting in each scene?

*  Do I have enough or too much description?

*  Do you want to read more?

*  Does the ending feel satisfying?  If not, what feels “off” or incomplete?

Tell us, are you in the habit of giving your writing group questions with your manuscript drafts?

Twofer: Mo Hayder

25 Apr

Readers first met DI Jack Caffery in the unusual novel Birdman, about a series of ritualistic killings. He next appears in Hayder’s , a genuinely frightening thriller. With Ritual and its follow-up Skin, Hayder has introduced a new character to work alongside Caffery. Police diver Flea (Phoebe) Marley, 26 and skinny, with a head of wild hair and widely spaced blue eyes that make her look even younger.

In Ritual, Flea  finds a severed hand while diving in a dense, muddy area of Bristol’s wharf. When Caffery is called in on the case, it is soon established that the hand belongs to a recently disappeared young man.

As the two search for his abductor, they find themselves poking into Bristol’s dark underworld. A waitress near the dock claims to have seen a young, naked man on the dock the night before the murder. As they investigate the area, filled with drug addiction and street kids prostituting themselves for their next hit, they stumble across a disturbing African ritual which appears to be connected. The plot comes together in swift ripples and more dives for Flea, that are accompanied by hallucinations of her mother calling for her. Both of Flea’s parents died in a freakish diving accident,which adds to her background and to the plot.

Skin features the unlikely twosome once again. Still bothered by hallucinations, Flea is becoming aware that her feelings for Caffery are stretching beyond their professional boundaries.

A decomposed body of a young woman is found near railroad tracks. Initially thought to be a suicide, Caffery doesn’t agree. While he investigates, Flea’s diving in an abandoned quarry brings her close–too close–to a macabre sighting. Or was it narcosis?

And then there’s the matter of Flea’s brother, Thom, a young man under the spell of an older woman, Mandy, who orders him around. As the investigation increases, another young woman goes missing, and Thom’s trouble becomes Flea’s trouble. Where will Caffery stand in all this? Can Flea turn Mandy into a friend instead of a foe?

Hayder’s books are entertaining and haunting, and even with a touch of the macabre in these two, will keep you riveted.

Started Early, Took My Dog

18 Apr

Jackson Brodie is a most reluctant private investigator. His personal life is as perplexing to him as is his recent case. He is one of my favorite characters in literature these days, a man who’s professional life is in direct contrast to his complicated personal life.

Tracy Waterhouse is supplementing her pension from the police force by working as the head of mall security when she makes an impulsive purchase, setting into motion one helluva ride for Tracy, one that will have you rooting for this most unlikely heroine.

Jackson Brodie is trying to find the biological parents of an adopted woman raised in Australia. Her text messages to Brodie alone are the work of great invention by Atkinson, as we come to know this character we never see. Women confuse and perplex Brodie, including his new client.

How these two disparate stories overlap shows Atkinson at her best, in this fourth offering featuring Brodie. Dogs figure here: pursuers by, accompanied, neglected and adopted. Then throw in an elderly actress, slowly sinking into dementia. And the children: there are children here, too, some at risk, others waiting to be loved. There is also a tragedy from the past the needs to be unraveled, involving a police cover-up.

In the hands of a less skilled writer, these threads might have become confusing, but Atkinson keeps you turning pages long after you should have put the light out. She gets the varied voices and mental streams just right, as the past haunts all three of these people.  Even the changes in voice are revealed to be a deliberate device, affecting the plot.

It all works out in the end, with the important questions answered. This is a highly original novel from a writer at the top of her game.

A Red Herring Without Mustard

11 Apr

All of the Flavia de Luce novels have the unusual aspect of being perfect mysteries for adults that would also intrigue young adult readers, and this third installment, A Red Herring Without Mustard, is in the same fine category.

Alan Bradley does his usual tip-top job of showing us Bishops Lacey, a quintessential English country town, bringing 1950 to life.

Flavia is the most unflappable and clever eleven-ear old to appear recently. With her two older sister still terrorizing her, Flavia often retreats to her chemistry lab and the concontions she makes there for revenge. But this is a small part of the action, as Flavia is determined to find out who bludgeoned an old Gypsy woman she stumbles across in the woman’s caravan, only hours after she has sent Flavia a message from her dead mother Harriet.

The addition of a missing baby, an unusual religious sect called The Hobblers, and a subterranean maze of tunnels underneath Flavia’s home at Buckshaw all make their appearance.  So does Inspector Hewitt, Dogger and Mrs. Mullet. There’s a young gypsy, too, as well as a possible ring of antique thieves. It all comes together, as it surely should, under Flavia’s investigative genius.

I was pleased to see Bradley gave Flavia a vision of her mother she hadn’t seen before, although the true nature of this seems at first to be lost to Flavia, although it is not to her Colonel (ret.) father, the quietly-suffering, pedantic stamp collector.For fans of this young sleuth, Bradley doesn’t disappoint. For new readers, start at the beginning with The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie to get the full flavor of the lovely Flavia de Luce, chemist and crime investigator extraordinaire.

What Do You Read While You Write?

8 Apr

It’s amazing when I ask aspiring writers, “What are you reading?”  and often they answer, “Nothing!  I have no time to read!”  That response stymies me–how can one expect to learn the nuance of craft if a they don’t read?  Can a person become a great chef by never tasting food?  Can a person become a great musician by never listening to music? Can a person become a great basketball player by never watching a game?

Let’s take that second example, because music is another form of art.  When musicians are asked, “Who do you  listen to?” they always have a ready answer.  Rock stars, country singers, jazz swingers, metal bangers are quick to give tribute to the sounds that influenced their work.  They’re not shy about giving props to other musicians, it’s how they acquired their understanding of music and how they mastered finer points like style and rhythm.   Musicians study the work of their fellow artists, pick it apart, replay it time and again to gather a full knowledge of all the components.

So, I argue, should writers with other writers.  As a YA writer, I should read the work of my contemporaries–how do they master character development, setting, description, plotting?  What mystery writer wouldn’t be served by reading Agatha Christie, Rex Stout or Reginald Hill?  It’s arrogant and ignorant to think your writing can’t be improved by reading and reflecting on the work of other writers.  If you’re serious about writing, you’re digging into the best work your genre has to offer.

If you write in isolation, purely informed by what you watch on TV or read on the Internet, you can’t become a really great writer.  I’d argue that you couldn’t even become a mediocre writer.  Writers need to examine, pore over, wallow in the work of other writers.

Right now I’m slogging through a YA manuscript (at least I think it’s a YA novel), and my characters are gritty, living on the poor side of town.  I’m reading Townie by Andre Dubus III to inform me on developing setting and character.  I’m reading Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy to advise me on plotting and pacing and dialogue.  And as I continue writing, I’m browsing the YA section of my local library, picking up other books to help me along.

What are you reading these days?  How’s it helping your writing?

Rest in Peace: HRF Keating

3 Apr

Instead of the usual review, this week features the obituary of the wonderful writer HRF Keating, who died on Monday, March 28th.  His second protagonist, Detective Harriet Martens (The Hard Detective and six others) is a personal favorite of mine, a woman who has pulled herself up through the rank’s of a man’s world.

But there’s no question Inspector Ganesh Ghote is the  character for whom Keating will be most fondly remembered. The Indian detective brought more empathy and pathos to a story than any hard-boiled detective ever had.  It is with fond memories and deep regret that I share this wonderful article by Mike Ripley of the UK Guardian, and hope that readers unfamiliar with Keating’s work will be inspired by it  to pick up one of his wonderful novels.

The crime writer Henry Reymond Fitzwalter Keating, who has died aged 84, was more than happy to be known simply as Harry, although publishers always billed him as HRF Keating. Over half a century, he published roughly 50 novels. More than two dozen of these featured his best-known hero, the unassuming Indian policeman Inspector Ganesh Ghote, who also appeared in short stories, and television and film adaptations of Keating’s books. Timid, nervous and deferential, Ghote was neither a detective genius like Sherlock Holmes nor a streetwise tough-guy like Philip Marlowe. He was always underestimated by his enemies but his great strength was a combination of integrity, perseverance and an overwhelmingly benevolent interest in people.
Keating wrote several books before creating Ghote. His first novel, Death and the Visiting Firemen, was published in 1959. It was followed by more witty and slightly surreal novels, with intriguing titles such as Zen There Was Murder (1960) and The Dog It Was That Died (1962). However, Keating’s highly contrived plots and acute sense of whimsy failed to find favour in the US. In a deliberate move to break into the American market, he decided he needed a solid detective hero and an interesting location. As he described the process: “I sat down with the atlas and when I got to ‘page India’ I thought that looked interesting.”
The result was the first Ghote novel, The Perfect Murder (1964), which won the gold dagger for fiction, awarded by the Crime Writers’ Association (CWA). It was an outstanding success in America, being declared book of the year (as early as April) by the influential critic Anthony Boucher. Keating never saw Ghote as a long-term prospect, think- ing that there were potentially two or three more books in the series. But readers began to demand a book a year, and Keating wisely stayed loyal to his most unlikely detective and became, or so it was assumed, an expert on all things Indian.
His gentle manner and a particularly luxuriant beard gave Keating something of the aura of a guru. In fact, he had never been anywhere near India. Things, as he said “were going quite nicely without having to face the actuality” when, one morning in the 1970s, the postman delivered a letter from Air India offering a flight to Bombay (now Mumbai) so that he might see the country he had been describing in convincing detail for the best part of a decade.
Although reassured that his Inspector Ghote books had many fans in India, it was with some trepidation that Keating steeled himself for his arrival with a much-rehearsed speech starting: “One small step for Inspector Ghote …” Instead, he stepped out of the aircraft with the immortal words: “God, it’s hot.”
In 1988, The Perfect Murder was adapted for a film, directed by Zafar Hai and produced by Ismail Merchant, with a cameo role for the author. But the gentle Indian policeman, who constantly worried about what people thought of him, was considered an unfashionable protagonist for the 1990s and, on the advice of agents and publishers, Keating ended Ghote’s career with the novel Breaking and Entering (2000). He then created a British female detective, Harriet Martens, who was to star in seven novels, commencing with The Hard Detective (2000). The audio-book versions of the novels were read by Keating’s wife, the actor Sheila Mitchell, whom he had married in 1953.
Ghote was gone but not forgotten and, despite having deposited most of his research files and notes in a Kensington recycling bin, Keating resurrected him in Inspector Ghote’s First Case (2008) and A Small Case for Inspector Ghote? (2009), two prequels set in the early 1960s, when the influence of the British Raj was still a tangible memory. Keating deliberately chose a historical setting, realising that the Ghote of Bombay, as originally envisaged, could not exist in modern Mumbai.
Apart from his own crime fiction, which won him numerous awards – including a second gold dagger for The Murder of the Maharajah (1980), and, in 1996, the CWA’s diamond dagger for lifetime achievement – Keating established an awesome reputation as an expert on the genre. He served as chairman of the CWA (1970-71); president of the Detection Club (1985-2000), a group of mystery writers; and chairman of the Society of Authors (1983-84).
As a critic, he reviewed crime fiction for the Times from 1967 to 1983. He treated as a challenge the restriction of having no more than 30 words per book to encapsulate his opinion and always preferred to recommend rather than revile titles. He wrote and lectured on Agatha Christie and Sherlock Holmes; edited the critical surveys Crime Writers (1978) and Whodunit? (1982); and wrote the guide Writing Crime Fiction (1986).
Bravely, and controversially, he chose his personal favourites from the genre in Crime and Mystery: The 100 Best Books (1987). In 1977 he had identified the first of what he thought would be “a considerable stream” of more violent thrillers in the work of a then unknown author, James Patterson. He also predicted great things for a British crime writer, Jacqueline Wilson, who was soon to turn from crime to children’s fiction.
Never comfortable with computers or the internet, Keating retained a great affection for fountain pens and letter-writing. In 1980, he acted as a go-between for Glidrose Productions, owners of the rights to the James Bond novels, to recruit the thriller writer John Gardner to continue the franchise. Gardner later recalled that the Keating approach had come “handwritten, on Basildon Bond notepaper”.
In 2000, Keating and I were asked to jointly compile the 100 best crime novels of the 20th century for the Times and, with only two exceptions and virtually no argument, the list was agreed, with justification for each title, amicably and to deadline, by post. To mark his 80th birthday in 2006, the Detection Club produced an anthology of new crime stories in his honour, The Verdict of Us All. The contributors list – including Colin Dexter, PD James, Reginald Hill and, with his first short story for 30 years, Len Deighton – showed the respect and affection felt for Keating.
Keating was born in St Leonards-on-Sea, East Sussex, and educated at Merchant Taylors’ school in Middlesex and Trinity College Dublin, where he read English and French. He was said to have written his first story, entitled Jim’s Adventure, aged eight, the framed first page of which, picked out with two fingers on his father’s typewriter, had pride of place in his study.
After training as a journalist with the Westminster Press Group in Slough, Keating joined the Daily Telegraph in 1956 and settled in Notting Hill, west London, where he was to remain in the same house for more than 50 years. The Perfect Murder, and three of the other early Inspector Ghote titles, will be republished next month.
He is survived by Sheila; his children, Simon, Piers, Hugo and Bryony; and nine grandchildren.
• Henry Reymond Fitzwalter Keating, writer and critic, born 31 October 1926; died 27 March 2011

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