Double the Evil–Chelsea Cain and James Lee Burke

After my vacation, I settled down to 900 pages of stay-up-late pure evil with James Lee Burke’s Creole Belle and Chelsea Cain’s Kill You Twice. Thrills and suspense right up until the end.

I’ve said it before: nobody quite writes evil like James Lee Burke. But Chelsea Cain is right up there. The one-two punch and the two Gretchens (Cain’s Gretchen Lowell and Burke’s Gretchen Horowitz, whose backstories in some ways parallel)—got me thinking about how differently Burke and Cain treat evil.

For Chelsea Cain, it’s psychological. Her bad actors are psychopaths addicted to grisly murder, and their evil takes over the emotional lives of the ordinary people she comes in contact with—the cops, journalists, and bystanders. For Burke, evil is sociopathy, both individual and collective. It’s driven by greed and moral weakness and preys on envy. The psychopaths in Burke’s novels find the social evil but don’t create it. The psychopathy is secondary, though there are flamethrowers, iron maidens, and more killing than in Cain’s novel.

What’s the response to evil? Both Dave Robicheaux and Archie Sheridan are moralists—they want to bring people to justice not just put them down, and they are continually having to decide how far they are willing to go. They are damaged characters. Evil has scarred both of them and how they respond driven the two series forward.

It seems to me Robicheaux to mind his own business but confront evil when it comes to them. He’s unable to walk away but also ultimately unable to change society Archie Sheridan tries to distances himself from his ex-lover/ex-torturer but circumstances conspire to bring them back together. Archie is Icarus to Robicheaux’s Sisyphus. One can’t stay away from evil; the other is constantly finding it because it’s everywhere.

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An Interview with Clive Rosengren

Clive Rosengren has been an actor for the better part of the past forty years, eighteen of them pounding the same streets as private eye Eddie Collins does in his novel Murder Unscripted. Clive’s movie credits include Ed Wood, Soapdish and Bugsy. Among his television credits are Seinfeld and Cheers, where he played the only person to throw Sam Malone out of his own bar.

He currently lives in Ashland, Oregon, amidst an extensive movie and crime fiction library. Murder Unscripted is his debut novel.

EB: You spent much of your career as an actor. How did you make the transition from actor to writer? How is writing like acting?

CR: When I was still living in LA, an actor friend and myself joined an ongoing screenwriting workshop, out of which ultimately came Murder Unscripted. Acting is essentially an art form that relies on “community”–other actors, writers, directors, etc., while writing is primarily a solitary discipline. But since I rely on reading my work aloud to determine whether or not it sounds right, I suspect there is some sort of “performance” basis to it.

EB: Where did you get the idea for Murder Unscripted? Is it based on a true story?

CR: As I mentioned, Murder Unscripted came out a screenwriting workshop. I think somewhere way back in the development process, I had an idea of a serial killer committing murders following the examples of Shakespeare’s great tragedies. Obviously, the plot veered off from that, but back there somewhere was that germ of an idea. The plot, to my knowledge, is not based on a true story.

EB: Your character Eddie Collins is an actor/private eye. I guess many actors have other jobs. Are there some who are private eyes?

CR: When I was still making the audition rounds in Los Angeles, I seem to remember encountering an actor who worked as a private eye. I don’t know that the PI sideline is that prevalent, but certainly seems to me a worthy “day job,” since the hours are pretty flexible, leaving one open to still pursuing the acting bug.

EB: What is your writing life like? Do you work with a writing group? Slave away alone? Write all day? Do you wear the porkpie hat when you write?

CR: I do work with a writing group, a group of four other writers that is informally dubbed “Monday Mayhem.” I don’t write all day; in fact, my writing habits leave a lot to be desired. I don’t wear the porkpie hat when writing, but now that you mention it, perhaps the Muse can be found underneath it. I shall have to try that!

EB: Do you have a next project? I know that you’ve also been involved in writing screenplays.

CR: I’m at work on a second Eddie Collins story, tentatively titled Red Desert. I have also signed a contract to do the narration for Murder Unscripted for Blackstone Audio. It is scheduled to be released in January of 2013.

EB: I know that you have an extensive collection of movies and crime fiction. What are some of your favorites? What do your read?

CR: My hands-down favorite film is Chinatown, closely followed by L.A. Confidential. The Godfather trilogy is high on my list, along with almost anything starring Meryl Streep, who I believe is the finest screen actress of her generation, maybe even of any generation. I have a handful of crime writers I read religiously: Michael Connelly, Robert Crais, James Lee Burke, Nevada Barr, Craig Johnson, T. Jefferson Parker, John Sandford, and the list goes on.

EB: Any advice for first time authors out there? What have you learned?

CR: Read voraciously, not necessarily in the particular genre you wish to dwell. Make the best effort you can to write every day, anything, even it it’s in your journal. I have learned that persistence pays off, that you must trust your instincts, and write what you want to write, not just because some form or genre is “hot.” Polonius hit the nail on the head when he said, “…to thine ownself be true.”

EB: Thanks for talking with me.

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Non-Words for July

Here are the non-words for July, with thanks to Lucia Hadella, Mary Williams, Jennifer Marcellus, Max Perry and Cat Ott for their contributions.

Among other things this month, I learned that dastard and libate were actual words and playhem was the name of a gaming site. Some Non-words that didn’t quite make it this month were broem/broetry, twitterpated, and the acronym STBY, all already in use. And I’m developing a new respect for the Urban Dictionary, which had bormal, lumb, and hoogle, meaning (respectively) “boringly normal,” “to screw something up and never admit to it,” and “a human google.” I also skipped sadmitten (“winter fauxlympic sport in which, in which children complete to find their missing gloves”), not wanting to wear out a gag.

Coming up in August, some dog non-words for the dog days of summer.

    valedict, v. to give a farewell address to one’s peers at the close of a joint endeavor (backform from valediction). 1 July

    mixmashed, adj. blended and crushed until the parts are indistinguishably pulpy, used esp. of food, music and ideas. 2 July

    pyrobust, n. contranym referring to the right amount of fireworks or to the wrong amount (from Lucia Hadella). 3 July

    adriotism [pronounced ad-ri-o-tism] n. the (mis)use of national holidays as sales events. 4 July

    pyrotentious, adj. an overblown, ostentatious fireworks display by a city that cannot afford it. 5 July

    bengender, v. for a term referring to one sex to be extended to the other (as with guy, dude, etc.). 6 July

    insobsolate, adj. when something makes you want to cry but you cannot or do not. 7 July

    crope, n. a smell that begins as vaguely unpleasant and becomes worse over time. 8 July

    harbing, v. to act as an advance man or woman for an event, or more generally to presage or announce. 9 July

    neach, indefinite pronoun, referring to every other one of a group or succession. 10 July

    frattend, v. to enroll in a class or join a group solely in order to meet people and flirt. 11 July

    hwet, adj. [from “heat wet”] sweaty from humid hot weather not exertion. 12 July

    indiffer, v. to assert that you have no opinion about something. 13 July

    anullogy, n. an analogy that trumps and nullifies another, weaker, analogy (thanks to Mary Williams). 14 July

    selfify, v. to prefix “self-“ to a verb while also using a reflexive object as in “to self-manage themselves.” 15 July

    nadiddle, v. to procrastinate on a large, complicated task by taking on a series of smaller, less important ones. 16 July

    plutse, n. someone whose clothes don’t fit due to weight gain or loss. 17 July

    exoxysm, n. a sudden outpouring of people from an event, organization or investment. 18 July

    enconsequent, v. to imbue something with significance that it had not previously had and does not necessarily deserve. 19 July

    lumblaxed, adj. the feeling in your back and shoulders when you realize you have a day with no immediate obligations. 20 July

    obsequiate, v. to be fawningly servile or slavishly attentive to another, or to menially hover awaiting instructions. 21 July

    zations, n qualities that become actions and later historical processes (colonization, etc.) [thx Jennifer Marcellus]. 22 July

    splaterno, n. an institutional stain that won’t be easily removed. 23 July

    deeregulate, v. to control the deer population as a matter of public policy. 24 July

    scrambiguity, n. when you misread a spouse or partner’s signal about when to leave a party. 25 July

    lymped adj. to be worn out after a long period of watching televised Olympic coverage. 26 July

    denamored, adj. to no longer be attracted to someone [from de + enamored, requires the preposition ‘of’]. 27 July

    lackeysak, n. fauxlympic sport in which CEOs compete to layoff employees. 28 July

    snudge n. a statement that is simultaneously questioning and commanding (usually beginning with “Why don’t you…?). 29 July

    pontagficate, v. to end your emails with a preachy tagline intended to be profound. 30 July

    videogle, v. to spend too much time watching internet videos (thanks to Cat Ott). 31 July

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Summer (and spring) reading

I’ve got some academic reading to do and some linguistics puzzles to work out, but am also finally looking forward to getting to some summer reading.

I’ve got James Lee Burke’s Creole Belle on my desk and will order Chelsea Cain’s Kill you Twice, so I’ll have a dose of both moralism and grisliness, and I’ve just started Tod Davies’s Lily the Silent.

Right now, I’m finishing up Joseph Kanon’s Los Alamos, a murder mystery set inside the Manhattan Project. It’s got nice dialogue and plenty of suspense and local color, but I’m not entirely sure I like the main character or that his romantic entanglement is quite convincing. It’s piqued my interest in reading about the Manhattan Project though.

I also wanted to mention two books that I read over the spring break (!) but haven’t had time yet to comment on. John Yunker’s The Tourist Trail and Kathleen Toomey Jabs’s Black Wings.

The Tourist Trail took me a while to get to, but it was my own fault. For some reason, I worried that it would be a travel book about Antarctica. But now whenever I see a penguin, I think of Diesel, the lovesick penguin who is in some ways the star of the book. Without any fanfare or tricks, Yunker writes Diesel as a real character, every bit as interesting as the humans. And he handles the environmental/eco-terrorism themes deftly, raising the key questions without getting preachy or ponderous.

It’s a cross-genre sort of book—part adventure and part love story–with some well-drawn characters, principally the tougher-than-she-seems biologist Angela and the more-introspective-than-you’d-expect FBI guy Robert, who anchor the novel emotionally, and questing nerd Ethan, who’s also on the trail of Aeneas and his band of followers.

The Tourist Trail is well-written and paced, with characters that both grow and entertain and with a story that makes you think about and marvel at our relationship with nature. And congrats to John for his 2012 IndieReaders Award.

I took too long to read Black Wings also, worrying that the sexual harassment theme would overshadow the story. It doesn’t. Black Wings turned out to be a fast-paced conspiracy-mystery where two parallel stories come together. The protagonist is Pentagon public affairs officer, Bridget Donovan, who investigates plane crash death of her former roommate Audrey Richards, the Navy’s first combat-qualified female pilot. The action alternates between their unwelcome reception at the Naval Academiy in the 1980s and Audrey’s 1993 plane crash.

Jabs looks at Pentagon politics, honor and honor codes, friendship, betrayal, equity and blame and silence. I was especially taken with (and exhausted by) the vivid descriptions of the Naval Academy training. Jabs gets the settings just right, gets us to care about Bridget (less so about Audrey, I thought), and maintains the tension and suspense to the very last page.

I enjoyed the pace of the book and the popular flashback/flash-forward structure mostly worked (though the short chapters combined with the small number of years between flash backs and forwards sometimes had the novel banking and rolling like a fighter plane).

I’ll be watching for Kathleen Toomey Jabs’s next novel–and won’t wait so long to read it.

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