Friday 24 February 2023

Legends and Re-reads

Relax, I am not going to attack this novel!

I am, however, going to talk about reading it twice with ~40 years between the reads, leading into the whole business of seeing things with new (or older) eyes, and wandering into the territory of tribalism, identity, and the emotional bonds we form with books.

I've broken these things up into sections as it turns out that I went on at length!


Legend, David Gemmel's debut novel, was published in 1984. My copy is from 1987, so it's actually 36 years since I first and last read it. I went on to read a whole bunch of his books and hugely enjoyed them. I count several of them among my best reading experiences.

But the past is, as L.P Hartley reminds us, a foreign country - they do things differently there. In the not so distant past blogs were a vibrant platform, the blogosphere was the place where books were made or broken. Now it's just you and me, my friend. The rest of the world are giving their attention out in 30 second chunks on twitter and tiktok. Even readers prefer not to read too much.

As a side note, Gemmell's success won him many fans, some of whom set up the Gemmell Awards in his name after his untimely death. For a decade they handed out the Legend Award, Morningstar Award, and Ravenheart Award. I have two Legend Awards dangerously perched on my shelves. If you ever see me limping, you'll know how I lost those toes.

(none of the writing awards I've won are not weapons...)


I was a very different person in a very different world when I read Legend at 21 from the man I am at 57. I also know a lot more about writing.

A few things to say about Gemmell. 

- He is a skilled storyteller.

- He knows how to push emotional buttons. When I was starting to think about the mechanics of writing he was the first author I looked hard at and said 'how is he making me feel like this?'

- He had a clear ethos/worldview that runs through all his books. His readers often repeat it as delivered through the eponymous Legend (Druss the Legend, aka Druss of the Axe, aka Deathwalker):

Never violate a woman, nor harm a child. Do not lie, cheat or steal. These things are for lesser men. Protect the weak against the evil strong. And never allow thoughts of gain to lead you into the pursuit of evil.


-The Iron Code of Druss the Legend


THE BOOK

Legend, it should be noted, was written at speed when Gemmell thought he was dying after receiving an erroneous cancer diagnosis. He wrote many books and his writing improved. I think the same improvement happens to many authors, myself included, but the nature of publishing success often means that it's our first book that sells most widely and is best remembered.

I've seen it said that the siege around which the entire book centres, was a metaphor for the supposed cancer's attack on the author. Moreover cancer is mentioned in the book - Druss's old friend dies of it, and it's considered as a likely end should Druss survive the battle into old age.

In Legend we see the legend, Druss, emerge from a short retirement at the grand old age of 60. Which seemed really quite old to me at 21, and at 57, not so much...

On a technical note, the book is written in an omniscient head-hopping style that has very much fallen out of favour in recent decades. I was told not to do it many times on writing groups. For a battle scene it has some attractions - the author can bounce in and out of characters on both sides, watching from the eyes of the person loosing the arrow and then sinking into the head of the one hit by it, and then sliding into the mind of the friend standing next to them.

The reason writers (at least in fantasy) generally choose to stick with one PoV per chapter is that it cements the reader in that character and creates a sense of immediacy where the readers shares the character's experience more closely and feels their emotions. Head hopping and omniscience create a distance.


So, returning to Legend I read it very swiftly (for me) taking only 3 days compared to my normal month+ per book. Gemmell's writing is very easy to read (and that's a considerable skill - a bad writer is hard to read). He doesn't push the prose envelope, just gets the job done. I noticed a doctor sweeping away "the debris of pain" as a rare flourish.

But powerful prose isn't the only or even best way to evoke strong emotion, and Gemmell still managed to do that, despite my more cynical, jaded mindset and my technical nous regarding the writing. I could clearly see him pushing the buttons, yet still my buttons were pushed.

One change wrought by 36 years and changing times plus changes in what many of us expect from fantasy writing, was that I now see the book as all rather one-note. The message is of manly men standing up for what's right, even when 'right' is more about obstinacy/honour. The very small number of women are not well written and have fairly minor roles. The new earl's wife does fight (rarely despite being really good at it) and is mainly there to spur change and manliness in her husband.

I should note that, although I had entirely forgotten his existence, Rek has several top level similarities to my own Jalan Kendeth, being a skilled swordsman but rather cowardly, a "ladies' man", and of dubious morals. The big similarity is that when pushed to extremes he berserks. Jalan was very definitely inspired by Flashman from the book of the same name (1969), but certainly has overlap with Rek. Either that was wholly subconscious, or both characters owe a debt to Harry Flashman and as such share considerable genetic material.

The repeating theme of Legend, unsurprisingly given its origin story, is men facing up to an implacable enemy and revealing their true mettle, generally turning out to have deep reserves of stubborness, courage, honour or some combination of these similar substances.

I enjoyed it. I like reading about heroism, defiance, sword fighting, seiges, and the like. Perhaps not quite as much as when I was 21, certainly I'd like more nuance in it these days, but I sat back and enjoyed the ride. Dros Delnock with its six concentric walls stepping up as they guard a pass has much in common with Minas Tirth's seven concentric walls stepping up to the Citadel of Gondor.

The bitter and the sweet of dying in the defence (bitter because of the dying, sweet because of the friendships forged, depths revealed etc) are highlighted in Druss with this being the end of a long, legendary life. We get to see the legend and the man, both butting up against each other, both overlapping, both seen through his own eyes and of those around him.

There's a non-cynical purity to it all that's easy to buy into and easy to feel. I bought in again (with more reservations) and felt it again - perhaps more so this time being old myself.


THE WOMEN

Of our main hero, Druss, Gemmell says:

Druss had never been good with women, not intuitive as some men are. Women were another race to him, alien and forbidding.

And yes, anyone could write a book with such a character. We have an incel sub-culture at the moment that seems to view women as alien and forbidding too. So the character is not unrealistic [I AM NOT SAYING DRUSS IS AN INCEL]. But it does seem that this attitude pervades the men in the book. Apart from the earl's wife the only other women I can recall who gets any 'screen time' is a staggeringly beautiful young lady who seduces then murders men, gets Druss naked for a regular massage, and has very pronounced daddy issues about him. 

I'm not necessarily saying that every second soldier on the walls had to be a woman, though that is very definitely an option - perhaps a less commercial one in 1984 ... who knows. In my first book the cast was almost entirely male. (And in my 7th book the cast was almost entirely female. And in my 16th book it's a pretty even mix). But I am saying that fantasy 40 years ago was different - the past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.

In fact, it's right there in the code that is more than just Druss's code

Never violate a woman, nor harm a child. 

Yes, that's great. I'm all for not doing these things. But it's a code for men. A code that treats women as a separate thing, putting them next to children.

I'm both worried and amused by the idea that I might suddenly be labeled "woke". And yes, I understand that fantasy has traditionally borrowed from and echoed the history that gave us swords and spears and shields and castle seiges. So many of us borrowed the man-centric view too for our (certainly in the 80s) man-centric world.

Things change. Fantasy changes too. The worlds we choose to place our stories in change. It's been interesting to jump back to the stories I read as a young man and read them as a man nearly as old as white-bearded Druss the Legend as he makes his last stand.


Criticism

Gemmell's writing evokes passion. It's a great body of work that I have spent many happy hours consuming over many years.

We are a species that have not-infrequently cut each other with stanley knives (board cutters to my fellow Americans) for wearing the wrong colour scarf, indicating our desire that a different team kick the ball with more success.

It's not surprising then that when someone doesn't like the books we love, there is a tendency in many to close ranks, to insult, even to seek revenge. Not surprising, but in no way good. 

Gemmell's fandom, in my experience, is very welcoming and friendly. I've not seen anything extreme from them and count myself among their ranks. But still, when someone is less than 100% on something we adore, we all feel that sting.

The bottom line here though is I STILL ENJOYED READING THIS BOOK and that GEMMELL IS AN EXCELLENT AUTHOR. 

I'm merely commenting on the differences in me that 36 years have wrought, while the text has remained unchanged.




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Thursday 16 February 2023

Spanish Renaissance!

The key to my Spanish comeback has been Red. Red Key in fact.


Back in the day Prince of Thorns was published in Spain. It did not go well.


But, "years later" as they say, a different Spanish publisher, Red Key, made an offer on the Impossible Times trilogy and published it. 


It seems that it sold well enough for them to make an offer for the rights to publish The Book of the Ancestor in Spain, and here we are!






So, to all my Spanish readers and / or potential readers - BUY IT NOW!!!!!

And to everyone else ... as you were.



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Thursday 9 February 2023

The Final Page 1 critique!

Well, final for now. It's a process of diminishing returns but may be worth revisiting at some point.

I've cast a critical eye across well over a dozen page 1s now, including famous published authors and unpublished writers fairly new to the game.

I've even looked at a page 1 of mine from a recent short story. 


We talk about writing because we believe it's a skill that can be improved with practice. The balance between learned skill and innate talent is a subject of hot debate. Can EVERYONE be a great writer with enough practice. I don't think so, but some people seem to believe it. The credo of 'hard work can accomplish anything'. I'm tone deaf. No amount of hard work will make me a great piano player. Can some people be great writers straight away, as soon as they try? I guess it's possible, but rarer than rare. Where does the truth lie on the spectrum between those two extremes - what's the balance of perspiration to inspiration? I don't know.


What I do know is that my first efforts weren't very good. For today's critique I have dug up the first book I ever wrote. I knocked this one out immediately after taking a night class in creative writing about a quarter of a century ago circa 1997. I was a grown man of ~30 and I'd written replies in a play-by-mail game I ran in my spare time, so I wasn't a complete newbie to the written word. But the end result (all 55,000 words of it) wasn't great, and the two friends I showed it to told me so.

I've not read this book (or page 1) since I wrote it. So I'm coming to this fresh and at the time of writing this have no idea what it's going to be like.

As usual I'll show the page first then repeat it with my annotation.

Let's have at it!

HateFire

Chapter 1

 

          The cottage lay in a wooded valley, hemmed in by trees on every side, a small but sturdy construction of log and thatch lost in the darkness of the forest. The smoke issuing from the chimney caught the moonlight, a glowing serpent twisting into the heavens. Down below the fire crackled in the hearth, the only light in a room of dancing shadows. Dale and his younger brother Esire burrowed deeper into the folds of their mother's robe as the story reached its climax.

          "..and through the night they came with burning eyes and hatred in their hearts."

          Esire at six was wholly taken up with the tale, his eyes wide, his small hands knotted in his brother's tunic. His mother's stories always ended happily and he knew that any minute now the prince would step in to save the day but right now these comforting thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. Elena gathered her boys closer still, paused to wink at her youngest, then continued.

 

          The closest village to the cottage where Elena Mara held her sons enthralled with the old sagas, was the small hamlet of Tru. Amongst the score of buildings huddled around the marsh trail Tru boasted a single tavern and it was in this place of light and warmth that David Hool was sitting when the lizard walked in. The door to the street opened and the lizard stooped to enter, its mail jingling. A ripple of silence spread across the room killing conversation. David's hand sought the hilt of his sword instinctively then fell away, snarl of fustration on the warrior's lips.

          "Mara. We seek Mara's home."

          The lizard leaned over the bar thrusting its black scaled snout too close to the barkeep's own pale face.

          "Not round 'ere, you w-want to try the next valley east."

          The crimson tongue flickered out to taste the air. The lizard turned slowly to scan the drinkers with its souless gaze and then strode purposefully from the smokey room. Out in the street a second lizard was waiting patiently, in one talloned hand it held the reins of a large grey horse upon which sat a tall man wrapped against the chill of the night in a deep blue robe trimmed with ermine. The man's face was angular, as if struck from flint and his eyes were chips of sapphire in the moon light.


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HateFire

 

Chapter 1

 

          The cottage lay in a wooded valley, hemmed in by trees on every side, a small but sturdy construction of log and thatch lost in the darkness of the forest. 

I'm sorry young-Mark, but that's a really dull opening line. It's also too long and wordy. 

It's not TERRIBLE, but really, do I need to know about the build quality in line 1? And "wooded valley" "hemmed in by trees" (on every side no less!) and "of the forest" ... it's too much. I get it: TREES.

Wooded, trees, forest, logs - all in one line. And in line one.

I mean, what would a cottage in a forest be built with? 


The smoke issuing from the chimney caught the moonlight, a glowing serpent twisting into the heavens.


Pretty, but not pretty enough to warrant the space, not in line 2. Hook me!


Down below the fire crackled in the hearth,


Feels like a given really...


the only light in a room of dancing shadows. Dale and his younger brother Esire burrowed deeper into the folds of their mother's robe as the story reached its climax.


OK, not terrible.


          "..and through the night they came with burning eyes and hatred in their hearts."


We're just starting THIS story, we probably don't want to be immediately plunged into another one.


Esire at six was wholly taken up with the tale, his eyes wide, his small hands knotted in his brother's tunic. His mother's stories always ended happily and he knew that any minute now the prince would step in to save the day but right now these comforting thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. Elena gathered her boys closer still, paused to wink at her youngest, then continued.


So, it seems that we started in an omniscient PoV that has visited the 6 year-old, but has yet to settle. 

Slight ominous undertone - is it foreshadowing?

And we've bounced out of the child. A 6 year-old doesn't think of their mother as Elena.

 

The closest village to the cottage where Elena Mara held her sons enthralled with the old sagas, was the small hamlet of Tru. Amongst the score of buildings huddled around the marsh trail Tru boasted a single tavern and it was in this place of light and warmth that David Hool was sitting when the lizard walked in. 


OK, we REALLY are in omniscient mode. We've bounced right out of the hut+forest and into a new location with a bit of info dumping to boot.


The door to the street opened and the lizard stooped to enter, its mail jingling. A ripple of silence spread across the room killing conversation. David's hand sought the hilt of his sword instinctively then fell away, snarl of fustration on the warrior's lips.


I mean ... it's not dull. Unfocused, yes. But something's happening. A big lizard in armour!


            "Mara. We seek Mara's home."

          The lizard leaned over the bar thrusting its black scaled snout too close to the barkeep's own pale face.

          "Not round 'ere, you w-want to try the next valley east."


Some dialogue... the threat level rises...


          The crimson tongue flickered out to taste the air. The lizard turned slowly to scan the drinkers with its souless gaze and then strode purposefully from the smokey room. Out in the street a second lizard was waiting patiently, in one talloned hand it held the reins of a large grey horse upon which sat a tall man wrapped against the chill of the night in a deep blue robe trimmed with ermine. The man's face was angular, as if struck from flint and his eyes were chips of sapphire in the moon light.


As I recall, this serves as a prologue-ish chapter 1 and we leapfrog forwards in time pretty rapidly until starting a more continous tale with the little boy now a young man. I think the omniscient PoV is exchanged for Esire's. 

But yes, just judging by what's here ... I'm not a fan of omniscient, it's distancing. I think the Terry Goodkind page was omniscient too and I complained about that.

There's too much description here, especially for a page 1. I don't care about the "large grey" horse or the "deep blue" robe or the ermine or the "chips of sapphire" eyes. Give me more - something that poses strong questions, more immediate threat, a problem to deal with.

There are hints of it here. We see the idyllic family scene. Scary lizard warriors are heading their way. It doesn't sound like it will end well. But with the fat trimmed we could have got there faster and had more to bind us to the characters.

Plus we could have just had a strong PoV and not bounced to the village - reading the story and then ... alarming noise outside? dog barking? door bursts in? Something tighter and more exciting.  


It wasn't the worst, but far from the best. Unequivocally 25 years of practice have improved my writing considerably.



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Sunday 5 February 2023

THE BOOK THAT WOULDN'T BURN has a US cover!

There's a story behind this, but one that can't be told right now. Probably not for years to come!


However, the excellent people at Ace have now negotiated with the wonderful Tom Roberts and are using his art on the US cover, with very slight tweaks to the colour balance. The US version is warmer than the UK's. Also there's minor difference in the lettering of my name and surrounding info.


Here they are side by side - I feel the true collector needs both ... in hardcover:


Mark it "to read" on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61145554

And pre-order for the win (also to help me out) 

UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/Book-That-Wouldnt-Burn/dp/0008456712/ref=sr_1_1

US - https://www.amazon.com/Book-That-Wouldnt-Library-Trilogy/dp/0593437918/ref=sr_1_1

(Amazon links above, but consider Waterstones, Barnes & Nobel etc)


Also! Check out my new marketing opportunity 😁