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Saturday, February 16, 2013

IS THE CHILD FATHER OF THE MAN?

Yesterday, I talked of what draws people into becoming readers.

For me, it was:

Mystery and wonder.

They were the elements that drew me into reading for myself.

I've talked about how Edith Hamilton's MYTHOLOGY with its stunning illustrations by Steele Savage was the first book I chose for myself to read.

As a child I caught sight of mythic Proteus rising from the wine dark sea,


And heard shadowed Triton blow death from his wreathed horn.

Mythology and fantasy were the mid-wives of my imagination. And my tales show it.

But I want to speak of what fiction I first chose for myself ... and what lessons I learned from those novels.

LESSON ONE:
{Mystery is the siren call for all lovers of fiction. Better to leave out commas than mystery in your tales.}

BEAU GESTE --
Its first sentence : "The place was silent and aware."
Mystery.
A desert fortress manned by the dead. Every French Foreign Legionnaire was standing at his post along the wall. Every man held a rife aimed out at the endless sands. Every man was dead.

Who stood the last dead man up?

That question drove me to check out a book as thick as the Bible.

 I remember sitting down that April 1st with my four junior high chums in study hall. They couldn't get over the size of the book. They looked at me like I was crazy.

Then, I told them the mystery.

Tommy and Gary snapped up the remaining two copies in the school library.

Raymond and B.J. (we called him Beej) had to go to the two different branches of the city library for their copies.

And then, my four friends, sluggish students at best, were racing with me through the pages

to discover the solution to the mystery. But then came stolen jewels and desert danger. We were hooked.

Mid-way through the book, I discovered the classic movie marathon that Saturday was going to show BEAU GESTE, starring Gary Cooper and Ray Milland.

The five of us roughed it that night in front of the TV. After the movie, we planned on sleeping on the floor of my front room.

It would be like we were French Foreign Legionnaires on a mission.

We were enthralled.

We booed the bad guys. We cheered on Gary Cooper. And we sniffed back embarassing tears when he died.

But with the mystery solved, my four friends didn't want to go on.

The solution fizzled the fun of the reading. We all moped. A throat was cleared. We turned around.

Mother sat with a leather-bound volume in her hands,

 and with her voice blessed with the magic of the Lakota Storyteller and the lyrical beauty of the Celtic bard, she smiled,

"Let me read you five something --

LESSON TWO :

A GREAT VILLAIN WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN.

{And he will keep your readers' interest up high -- so no lukewarm antagonists. Think epic. Think primal.}


Mother, in her rich, deep voice, read low like distant thunder:

"Imagine a person, tall, lean and feline,

high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan,

a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of true cat-green.

Invest him with all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present,

with all the resources, if you will, of a wealthy government--

which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence.

Imagine that awful being, and you have a mental picture of Dr. Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in one man."

She put down the book on her lap and intoned,

"That, young ones, is the insidious Dr. Fu Manchu. Do you want to hear more?"

Man, did we! And so the League of Five was born.

For every Saturday night for the rest of that year and all through my last year of junior high,

we sat cross-legged on the front room floor and listened to all thirteen of the Fu Manchu novels ...

along with the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, starting with "The Adventure of the Speckled Band."

I never went to sleep after that without looking at my headboard!

LESSON THREE :
NOTHING LASTS FOREVER ... NOT THE BAD ... CERTAINLY NOT THE GOOD.

{Instill that truth into your tale, and it will intensify the fragility of the human body and the enduring courage of its spirit.
And if it teaches your readers to hold gently and gratefully the love they find, so much the better.}

Unknown to us, Mother was teaching us the value of a mind that thought beneath the surface, that grew stronger with use as with any muscle.

We made special nights of it when the classic movie marathon played any Sherlock Holmes or Dr. Fu Manchu movie.


Flash Gordon with Ming the Merciless was great.

It was like seeing Fu Manchu in a space opera.

But the seasons pulled us apart to different high schools, to different destinations.

Fatal car accident. War. Disease. Mugger's bullet.

Until now, only I remain of the League of Five.

But every April 1st, in the late evening hours,


I sit down and pull BEAU GESTE from the shelf.

I read aloud the words, "The place was silent and aware."

And no matter in what room I find myself ...

it is silent ...
and it is aware.

I see five wide-eyed boys,
their eyes gleaming with wonder and awe, listening once more to my mother reading into the wee hours of the morning,

her voice a beacon in the darkness of our imaginations.

I pull down my worn copy of THE INSIDIOUS DR. FU MANCHU


and turn to chapter two with Sir Denis Nayland Smith's description of his adversary.

After a few moments, the words blur.


But that is all right. I know the words by heart.

What novel meant so much to you that you just had to share it with a friend or friends? Tell me. I'd like to know.

Compare it to what you are writing now. Did it have any effect on your style or genre of writing? Please write me on that, too.
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5 comments:

  1. "The Hobbitt", read at 18 at college, made a big impression on me. I selected my books from writer to writer, and read their other titles too.

    Your reading group sounds like a great experience. A mother gift.

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  2. D.G.:
    So? Did you enjoy THE HOBBIT more than THE LORD OF THE RINGS? Many do. My reading group was more like the five Musketeers. :-) And yes, Mother was a wise, loving woman.

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  3. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Beau Geste! My goodness - such honour! What a hero! And I couldn't wait to discover why Beau did what he did, what happened to these foreign legionnaires, how were these two mysteries related.. oh man alive, what a story!

    Ok. I'll calm down now! Take care
    x

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  4. Your group sounds wonderful! Unfortunetly I never really had any friends that loved to read as much as I did. I usually find an author that I love and read everything they have written. My first love was Hans Christian Andersen and yes I would say that fairy tales do influence my writing today :) My tastes have changed though, maybe I should say evolved. Stephen King, Dean Koontz, John Irving...Ahhh, the list goes on :)

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  5. Kitty:
    Ah, a fellow BEAU GESTE fan! At last! I have felt so alone. :-)

    BEAU GESTE has given me something to shoot for in my own writing, though I fall so short. But I keep on trying.

    Have a great new week!

    Siv:
    Did you get your manuscript back from me with my few suggestions? I hope they helped in some small way.

    In high school and college, I was a solitary reader once again. A group like the League of Five is a once in a lifetime gift.

    Roger Zelazny was the first author who fired my imagination in high school. Like you, I like Stephen King and Dean Koontz. I've been reading Jim Butcher's DRESDEN FILES mostly in order and admiring how like JK Rowling, he takes plot threads and weaves them for books to explode into a surprising revelation. :-)

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