Writing

Step into The Field

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Artwork by Chris Bentley

“The Field,” my latest short story, a haunting and timely parable, appears in Insomnia & Obsession magazine. Click here to read an excerpt. Click here to purchase the story.

Canine is here!

My short story “Canine” appears in the latest issue of Insomnia & Obsession magazine. Learn more about the chilling story here, or purchase a print or digital version here.

Canine-coverThe artwork is by Chris Bently.

 

Solitude

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

Gabriel García Márquez
1927-2014

Open Book

Doctor Sleep (2013)

By Stephen King

544 pages

 

One reason Stephen King’s The Shining endures as a great horror novel of the modern era is that it draws it terrors not just from the outside, but strikes at us from within. The book centers it terrors on alcoholism, isolation and abuse as much as spectral hauntings.Doctor Sleep

Stanley Kubrick, who directed the film version of the book, said what primary lead him to adapt King’s work was the book’s deft construction that overlapped madness with the supernatural until the two became almost interchangeable/undistinguishable. By the time the supernatural elements take center stage, Kubrick said, the reader has accepted them unquestioned.

Jack Torrance, a former teacher, struggling writer and dry drunk, becomes the winter caretaker at an isolated resort hotel in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Jack, his wife Wendy and young son Danny will spend the winter in the vast, empty hotel that is certainly haunted by its long history of tragedy and by the ghosts of its victims and victimizers.

It’s insidious how King shows the ghosts of the hotel whittle away at Jack, prying him with alcohol, teasing out his marital and parental insecurities until they break the man. The saddest part of the novel for me is when Jack surrenders to his demons and takes up the task of the hotel’s demons—to kill his paranormal son.

King, who outside of his Dark Tower series, has long made clear he isn’t interested in doing sequels to his works, lit a fuse when he announced a year ago he was writing just that—and to one of his best and oldest works. Doctor Sleep, thus, arrives with expectations that couldn’t be any higher. Well, the novel does not surpass or even match The Shining, and interestingly, it’s not as scary. But it’s a very good book, rich in characterization and subtle terrors that accumulate until you realize King’s horror has as crept up on you from all sides, and on various levels—physical, spiritual, emotional, supernatural. And there’s consistent humor throughout the tale that, strangely, enhances the horror.

Danny has survived the dreadful events of the first book—along with his mother and Dick Hallorann, the hotel chef and mentor to the boy. They are all back for the brief first part of the book, which picks up not long after events of the original novel. In a few pages King has swept us 30 years back, effectively reuniting us with characters and tone we remember. Soon, though, Doctor Sleep jumps ahead and we are reunited with some, but not all, of our dear friends. Danny is now Dan, a thirtysomething hospice caretaker (affectionately nicknamed Doctor Sleep) who uses his shining to help ease the final moments of terminal patients. Finally coming to a sense of purpose and sobriety (You thought he escaped his dad’s legacy of addiction, did you?), Dan’s life is upended once again. This time by a remarkable 12-year-old girl who also has the shining, and the tribe of supernatural baddies who will stop at nothing to possess Abra for her special gifts.

About that tribe: it calls itself the True Knot. Outwardly, its members look like grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles crisscrossing the highways and byways of the country in their deluxe campers. It’s a nice touch King adds, having seeming innocuous and ubiquitous RV people mask a terrifying tribe of vampires. Oh, it’s not blood the Knot craves, but “steam”—the fear, power, essence, soul—that seeps from special victims as they are slowly tortured to death. The best steam comes from children with supernatural abilities like the shining, abilities possessed by Dan and, to a more powerful degree, Abra. The steam keeps the Knot from aging and enhances its members’ various supernatural abilities; but you don’t want to know the shocking consequences it faces for going too long without its steam-power.

There are several instances where King ratchets up suspense to almost unbearable levels and then lets the characters, and the reader, off the hook. Honesty, I expected a lot more deaths. Is he softening in his older years? Certainly not in a scene of the Knot torturing a boy for his steam. Despite having a sixth sense, the boy’s tricked into his doom as he shortcuts through a cornfield, heading home from baseball practice. As he cries out for his mother, King takes the scene far enough to not be forgotten for the rest of the book, but restrained enough to let our imagination punish us more than King does.

King’s also brutal in detailing the lifelong and legacy-bearing struggles of alcoholism. The author draws on apparent personal experiences with addiction and makes this the strongest element of the story: the tricks and trades of AA members, the powerful undercurrents of alcohol addiction, how it’s as worrisome an intruder as the supernatural elements of the story. For Dan to stand against formidable opponents—dead and alive—he needs to remain sober, but remaining sober means facing the fears and shame that drove him to drink in the first place.

The bond between Dan and Abra is excellent and instantly summons our dread for the terrors they face. Abra’s an expertly realized tween with an extraordinary gift.

If The Shining is essentially a three-act play of dread with four main characters isolated and confined to tight spaces, Doctor Sleep is a wide-open, multi-character, time-spanning follow-up that nevertheless evokes the era of the first book. King links the books with an assuredness of an old pro, setting me adrift on rippling prose that, from chapter to chapter, pushed me back into a story from my youth (redrum!), then pulled me again into its chilling present-day continuation.

 

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Be Cool

“The writer has to have patience, the perseverance to just sit there alone and grind it out. And if it’s not worth doing that, then he doesn’t want to write.”

Elmore Leonard

1925-2013

A better way to look at things

I appreciate all the kind words, gifts and food (oh, my love handles!) on this special day.

BloghouseI lost my best friend in earlier in 2013, which was an emotional gut-punch that still has me shaken. Since I’ve known him for more than 26 years, to build another best-friend relationship in that amount of time would carry me into my early 70s, which is to say, unlikely. That’s sad to think about.

A better way to look at things: His memory endures in the soft corners of my soul; his legacy is a tribute to himself and a tangible gift to those—wife, son, father, sister, friends—who stand in his absence.

That knowledge, and your well wishes, cut through the pain and makes this day joyous for me.

Also, thanks to the staff of the Hudson Library & Historical Society for hosting a wonderful book fair, as well as The Learned Owl Book Shop for its continued support of local authors.

Happy birthday to me.

How it’s done

I’ll like to extend thanks to author and poet Shaneen A. Harris for successfully bringing together several local authors for a meet-and-greet at Akron’s Maple Valley Library. It was a day of fiction, music, spoken-word poetry and artwork that went down smoothly due to the talented artists, hard-working vendors and wonderful attendees, who really did come to support the artists.

In an act of selflessness, instead of hawking her own work, Shaneen spent most of the afternoon promoting fellow authors. Speaking of those artist, they are: Shaneen, Johnny Osby Jr., Marcus Colvert, Linda Johnson Wilson and Pam Carthorn.

Mrs. Harris, your efforts are appreciated by me. Looking forward to the next show!

Also, big ups to our M.C., Pat Reese, whose introductions themselves were works of art.

An all-around successful gathering.

Sign of the time

Book signings provide a chance to meet supporters in the flesh, to interact with real humans in this era of digital books, digital discussions and digital photographs. How nice it is to shake hands with, laugh with and chat with readers and supporters.

John, at the book signing

Book signings, for me, crystallize those ethereal hours, days, months spent deeply alone creating. Something began in private ends with a very public showing; what was selfishly created becomes relentlessly shared.

Special thanks to my father, John A. Brown, for taking the photos (check them out here) and for all-around dad support, which is ever-present in uncounted moments, but vitally measured in a life made secure.  Thanks always, dad.

It was fun seeing folks I haven’t seen in some time, witnessing the tireless efforts from wonderful behind-the-scenes workers, and meeting new people.

I am grateful, and blessed.

Swearing by it

As a general rule, I don’t use profanity in my day-to-day life. With comprehensive English at my disposal, why bother using the same seven dirty words (and their creative variations) again and again?  It’s not for me. But when I write, I can’t always account for the words that fly out of my characters’ mouths. (I know, you say I can; I say I let the characters come to life in all their fascinating, sometimes flawed and vulgar glory).  It’s not a vicarious thing, honestly. Some of my creations are as verbally chaste as I claim to be; others use cuss words to cut a swath through everyday chit-chat. Whatever brings the character to life, I say.

Early in my writing career, I really struggled with the extent of which I would use swearing in my stuff. People who don’t know me could think I am cavalier in the use of profanity, I thought. People who think they know me will begin to regard me suspiciously (I always used to get: “This writing seems so unlike you.” Or: “For someone who doesn’t curse, you sure seem to not have a problem with it your writing.”). People who really know me usually defer to my judgment, sometimes with their eyebrows raised, but are supportive nevertheless.

A decision had to be made. To swear or not to swear?

While I still understand that some people can’t—won’t—see how I square this duality, I soldier on. Look, I’m either gonna write what I’m lead to write, write what I think people want me to write, or step away from this whole writing thing altogether. Stephen King (an unsolicited mentor, of sorts) suggests in his memoir that as writers we should write as if no one is looking over our shoulders.

And so I do.

Does this make me hypocritical? I think not. After all, despite having never killed and maimed anyone or anything (Do ants, bees, flies, those nasty centipede thingies in the basement and home-invading mice count?), I’ve slaughtered dozens on the page. With dialogue I try to get a real representation of how people talk. It’s not about how I would say it. It’s about how people of a particular lifestyle or environment might talk. And let’s face it, darn near everyone I know uses some level of profanity. I’m not judging, just observing. Many characters in my stories would ring hollow if they spoke, well, like me.

Along with accepting my graying hair and widening waist, I’ve found peace in this struggle. I know this much: I’d have a harder time looking at myself in the mirror if I fashioned a character out of my anticipation of what others would accept of me, rather than of what the characters would expect of me.

Anyway, welcome to the Bloghouse. I hope you drop in from time to time to hang out.